— LOVE YOU FIRST
part nineteen: miss you
➳ masterlist / previous / next
➳ fuckboyartist!taehyung x reader
➳ summary: kim taehyung was his college’s heartthrob — local fuck boy and everyone’s dream. he had it all — the girls, the friend group, the status. he even had his childhood best friend who he would do anything for. but through drunken nights, one night stands, and having his best friend start dating for the first time, taehyung realizes that maybe he doesn’t have everything he’s ever wanted.
“did you fuck him?”
“what? taehyung i —”
“yes or no, y/n? did you fuck him?...did you let him touch you?”
♡BTS In Different TikTok Trends♡
A/n; It’s been awhile, so I figured the perfect way to get back into writing is with another ✨TikTok trends BTS edition✨ since these are pretty short, here’s a mini compilation of a few!! I hope y’all enjoy💕☺️and there will definitely be more posts coming soon!!
Tw: Mentions of death!
♡ Who Each BTS Member Was Written By?♡
“Two young children who never had the chance to meet their father before his death, but like to imagine what he was like, and the things he’d do with them”
“An old woman who reminisces about the memories she shared with her first love, though the romance only lasted the summer, she’ll still catches glimpses of him whenever she’s happy”
“A struggling teen who looks towards music and dreaming of the future for comfort, while trying to just get through the day”
“ A young boy that doesn’t understand why he gets bullied all the time, but wishes he had an older brother to help him feel better”
“ A young woman who’s only ever experienced unrequited love, but still spends her days reading fairytales and imagining her perfect romance”
“ A young artist learning to look at the world through a new perspective in an attempt fall love life again”
“A child that wants to learn how to do everything, and be friends with everyone, but is still building the confidence to do try“
♡ BTS as your partner in squid games (final words) ♡
“I’m gonna need you to stay strong for me, even if I’m not here to remind you”
“Hey, it’s gonna be alright I promise, when have I ever lied to you?
“Don’t cry, I’m just happy I was able to help you win”
“I can’t protect you anymore, I’m so sorry”
“Please always remember me, don’t forget me promise you won’t”
“C-can you hug me, just one last time”
♡ BTS as different scents♡
Lavender, fresh linen , morning dew
Ocean air, apples , sweet candy
Eucalyptus burning candles, whiskey, tangerines
Chocolate cookies baking in the oven, vanilla , honey combs
Expensive cologne, bourbon , mint
Coffee, used parchment paper, smoke coming from a fresh fire
Cedar wood, salted butterscotch, raspberry
Permanent taglist: @urvirtualgfteehee @99liners @sor-vette (open)
Also tagging: @themochiverse @introrecs 💕
Request for: spooning at night, fwb au, Taehyung. Thanks 😊
note: tysm for sending a request, sorry if this is disappointing i didnt know where to take it, if it should end fluffy or angsty so here’s this!
genre: fwb, childhood friends 2 fwb, slight angst, light fluff.
warnings: allusions to nsfw acts, nothing graphic at all. just kind of hinted at.
wc. 817, UNEDITED.
listening to: coffee — beabadoobee
Kim Taehyung knew every inch of you– every event that formed you, every person who’d wronged you, every scar, every birthmark– he’d seen it all. He’d seen it all, and stayed.
��Stayed, thinking there was nothing you’d ever hide from him, no words left unsaid– but there were things he couldn’t know.
Thoughts that ransacked, plagued, and weighed down on you with every night spent like this– laying with the skin of your back pressed flush against his bare chest, arms secured around your waist, tousled hair, and candle flames that danced below moonlight as your only motor for visibility.
His breathing is steady, as you feel his chin reach your shoulder, nose caressing the hair on your head, lips parted at the base of your ear– he’s awake, and you are too.
And part of you wonders why he hasn’t gone home already. Surely he thought you were asleep, which is usually when he’d take his chance to leave, and see you the next day with no strings attached.
But the last few nights spent tangled together had grown longer and longer, he’d stay 5 more minutes, then 10, then 40, then hours more. Tonight, he held on tighter, inhaled softer, exhaled slower. He was taking his time, as if trying to remember this.
It’s not until the umber headed boy sat up, hands running over his face, eyes scanning your sheet covered body did he come to realize you were awake.
With every bone in your body, you fight against the warm feeling that rises throughout your chest, and you almost fail– but turn your body to face him anyway.
As if he had some sort of inkling, some sort of sense for how you were feeling, he brought a hand to brush some hair from your forehead, whispering a husky “What are you thinking about?”
Kim Taehyung knew every inch of you– supposedly, even the ones you thought you’d done well at hiding.
And the boy watches, with the same eyes he’s always had, but something softens– and it frightens you. Love, and in love mean different things, after all. And you didn’t want to know which he felt for you.
“You’ve been staying later,” you whisper in return, eyes darting back and forth between the irises of the boy who looms over you, taking in the puzzled expression you’d painted on.
He catches on to the questioning, and if you’d blinked, you might’ve missed the way his smile widened, if only a millimeter, if only for a second– but you saw.
“Is that a complaint?” His fingers begin to trace your jaw, to caress, to hold, to love.
And that love is accentuated as he huffs out a tired laugh, watching with that boyish smile as you roll your eyes, a playful smile of your own making an appearance.– “I don’t know that I’d be able to sleep anyways.”
He chuckles, and its quiet again. Until it isn't.
“What do you do then? If you’re not sleeping,” he tilts his head to the side, and you can’t help but smile sadly as he continues, “you can tell me anything, Y/n, you know that. If there’s something I can do, if I can help you sleep at night, you know I will.”
It’s frightening how fast the conversation flipped, from genuine playfulness, to treading the sea of unwavering thoughts, that all pertained to him. But even if you wanted to hold it in forever, a certain someone knew you too well– and the guilt of keeping it from him was starting to eat away at you.
“I never want you to leave.” He smiles.
“I lay awake, hoping you won’t leave. But you do.” It falters.
Even in the nearly pitch black of your bedroom, even in the silence that sat on the crackling of candle flames, Taehyung catches your tears before they begin their trek down your reddened cheeks. His eyebrows furrow, pupils dilated with concern, and what worries you the most– guilt.
“I know what we agreed to, Tae, I do–” inhale. “And if that’s all you want from me, that's ok. Just promise me you won’t feel guilty for leaving.” exhale.
“I want to stay.” He’s stern, but you need to know he’s got the message.
“I don’t want you to stay for me. I want you to stay because you want to,” the break in your voice has his lips forming a pout, “For us, for maybe, for tomorrow.”
And again, “I want to stay, Y/n.”
Maybe the fine print wasn’t read, the intricate details weren’t established yet, but as he finds his place again, facing you as his cheek touches the pillow opposite to yours, and he guides your lips to embrace his– you know that can wait till tomorrow.
Because no matter what this meant, Kim Taehyung stayed, because he wanted to– because he always had.
on the drive home
word count: 841
song: on the drive home - niki
It's funny how this was the same car in which you had your first kiss. The silence back then was filled with tension, loving gazes, and excitement. Now it felt suffocating and you would do anything to breathe.
He wasn't speaking much either and the air was becoming heavier between you two. You looked out of the window, listening to the radio warn everyone about the incoming snow. You would say something, anything to lift the mood. But the last few times you spoke, he brushed you off and another piece of your once picture-perfect relationship broke off.
You had made so many excuses for his behaviour. He must be tired. We just had that argument. He's still mad about yesterday. And it worked the first few times until you realized he was completely different around other people. It was as if he was doing it on purpose.
Spoiler alert: he was.
You just didn't want to accept it.
You stared at the flakes falling upon the windows, instantly wiped away by his wipers. You glanced at his hand. He used to drive with one hand and the other would hold yours. Now it was resting on his thigh and when he noticed you were looking, he cleared his throat and placed both of his palms on his steering wheel.
You looked away to the window without a word. What good would it do to call him out on it? As you made tiny wishes on the falling snow, your mind brought you back to the first night you were in this car.
It was winter back then too.
He had parked in front of your house and you admitted you didn't want to go in just yet. You had just gone on your first date and you were still in slight disbelief.
"Okay, so my three are that I really want to eat right now, I absolutely despise ranch, and that I can't eat meat." Two truths and one lie was his idea, said it was a fun way to know more about each other.
"You're so bad at this. You're supposed to make it hard idiot." You rolled your eyes as he chuckled. Both of you were leaning closer by the second and although you could feel your cheeks blushing, you made no comment.
Nor did you pull away.
"Okay, what about this one then? We just went on a date, I really want to kiss you, and that I'm a girl." You had opened your mouth to say something but stopped short when you realized what he said.
"Do you need me to repeat?" He teased and your heart was racing. But you cleared your throat and looked down at your hands for a moment to gather yourself.
"I don't know this one's a bit hard. Is the second one the lie?" You looked up at him and he cocked his head to the side as he smiled. It wasn't a cheerful smile; to call it a smirk would be too much. A smug half-smile, something that made you feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach. That's how you would describe it.
"Am I right?" You asked as your body neared him. You just didn't realize you had leaned that close.
He looked back at you and chuckled. You were never great at maintaining eye contact. So when he wouldn't look away, you averted your gaze.
But he had placed his hand on your cheek and immediately brought you to face him again. As hard as you tried to fight it, your entire body was heating up and you felt on fire under his gaze. You were sure he could feel it too. Because his little smile grew a little wider and you watched his eyes sparkle with mischief.
You couldn't resist as he leaned in close and when your lips were inches away, he asked, "May I?"
You didn't even react. You just pushed yourself towards him, crashing your lips onto his.
They were softer than you had imagined and as his one hand stayed on your cheek, the other snaked around the back of your neck before gently pulling you in closer.
You were kissing him, and you couldn't even think about how you ended here.
But you knew you didn't want to move.
It was perfect, it was just like the scenes you had watched in movies. Sweet and eternal.
You watched as the car neared your house and you sighed through pursed lips.
That was just a few months ago. It's amazing how fast he had gotten so bored with you. As soon as the car stopped, he leaned into you but you just jerked away. What was the use of a forced kiss on the cheek?
He had been so in love. Was it all fake? You supposed the best things had to come to an end.
Bad decisions. One after the other.
Were you one of his?
Was he one of yours?
"Goodnight." You muttered and opened the door.
He was gone before the closing click of your front door.
a/n: I thought of this one on the way to work! I went to my first concert ever today and I feel so happy HAHAHA. Leave a like and reblog if you liked it! Thank you for reading
revenge of the kinks #5 - fuck buddies (Taehyung x Reader)
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Word Count: 4,668
Warnings: Mentions of previous shiity partners, fuck buddies, fwb arrangement... and smut.
Listening to: Night Shift by Lucy Ducas
Author's Note: You fuck around and find out, finally.
Fun fact...If I’d been a boy, my name would have been Christopher, so I throw the should-have-been-me under the bus. My condolences to any other Christophers, you probably don’t suck.
my masterlist <3
After everything else, Tinder seemed worse. You’d been happy. Things were good until they weren’t. Christopher had been sweet and doting, even decent in bed for the first few months, but he couldn’t keep the facade for longer. Four years later and you were curled up on the couch, alone and swiping after work. Almost three months since you decided to try dating, and you had nothing to show for it, aside from the impressive collection of dick pics.
Then Taehyung happened. You weren’t ready to meet anyone yet, which meant most of your matches quickly ditched, but Taehyung had asked why. No one else had, and despite not wanting to unload on a stranger, you told him. He encouraged it. He wanted to know why you were even on the dating app, then if you were actually okay. An hour later and you were giggling as Taehyung continued to talk shit about your ex, referring to him as Piss-topher.
Having someone pissed on your behalf was new. You had friends and family, but they didn’t know everything. Not that you’d told Taehyung every detail, but you told him more about what Piss-topher had done than you thought you ever could.
For the first couple of weeks, Taehyung texted you ‘good morning’, he asked how you were, and if you’d eaten, it was like you had a boyfriend in your pocket, and it was comforting. You didn’t need more than that, and he didn’t try to get more.
He started sending pictures. Nothing wild at first, just him showing off what he was wearing for the day or laying in bed. You returned the favor, even though he didn’t ask for anything, but whenever you sent him a picture, he would say something sweet or encouraging.
Then you had a bad day, the first in a long time. About a month into texting with Taehyung, work and the loneliness had finally gotten to you, and you asked him why he even bothered with you. When he didn’t respond immediately, you tossed your phone and assumed you’d ruined something else.
When you heard your text alert, you were scared to see what he’d said. You weren’t worried that he’d end things; you were thinking he’d say something cruel. It took you a few minutes to unlock your phone and check the message.
Taehyung: I like talking to you? It would be nice if there were more to this, but you don’t seem interested in that. So, unless something has changed for you, I think you just had a bad day.
Completely bypassing most of what he’d sent you, you were focused on one part.
You: What do you mean more?
He explained, but you still didn’t understand and asked for an example. Instead of typing, a few seconds later, you got a picture. At first, you didn’t understand. The perspective was strange, and then your eyes were wide with shock, and you pressed your phone to your chest to hide the screen.
You giggled when you realized how weird it was to be embarrassed like this when you were by yourself. Shaking your head, you pulled your phone away and gave the picture another chance. He’d taken it by holding the camera at his chest and pointing down past his bare stomach. The familiar dark bedding pushed down past his legs with a very distinct bulge straining against his pajama pants.
Your face burned. You remembered so clearly how confused but curious you were. Not once had Taehyung said anything about sex. It hadn’t even come up passively until now. No innuendo or hinting remarks that would have alarmed you; it had all been so friendly. Realizing it had taken you too long to do anything other than stare at the picture and spiral, you panicked.
You: Nice pants.
The second you sent it, you wanted to take it back.
Taehyung: Haha… thanks. Too much?
You: I don’t know…
Then he asked what you normally wear to bed, and the conversation went back to the usual friendly banter. About a week later, you decided to send him a picture like the one he’d sent. Taehyung hadn’t mentioned it, and you didn’t feel like you owed him. You were just wondering what he’d do.
You knew that he was about to finish work, and you were already in bed for the night. With a sudden rush of energy, you flipped onto your stomach, arched your back, and after taking at least twenty pictures, you picked the one you hated the least and sent it. Dropping your phone as you pulled your blanket over your head, trying to hide from the instant regret, you waited for a reply. It took a while, and you were dying from embarrassment and anxiety.
Instead of your text notification, you let out a little scream and kicked your phone as it rang. Scrambling off the bed, you had a brief internal battle before answering. Hearing Taehyung’s voice for the first time floored you. It was deep but gentle, and you giggled when he asked if you’d meant to send him that picture.
Another month passed, and you were getting more comfortable with sexting. Nothing crazy, Taehyung usually took charge anyway, but you didn’t mind. You liked the attention, and he still talked to you about everyday stuff. All this had an effect on you, and it was showing. Coworkers, friends, and even your parents noticed you seemed happier, but you didn’t explain why. You didn’t know what to call Taehyung or even how to label what you were doing with him. But that’s all in the past.
At the moment, you are in the shower, crying because you’re scared he isn’t going to like you. Taehyung had asked to meet, and in a momentary lapse in judgment, you’d agreed. You had made a mistake, or he had. It didn’t make sense why he’d want to ruin this or why you’d agree to it.
Stepping out of the now luke-warm water and grabbing some toilet paper to blow your nose, you know you need to cancel the date. He’d picked the movie and where you would eat, but you couldn’t do this. It wasn’t that it was too soon; you just weren’t good enough for Taehyung.
You picked up your phone and unlocked it to see a text from him. Somehow your heart sank even lower as you opened it. A picture of him, all ready to go out, and a message.
Taehyung: See you soon, don’t be late.
“Fuuuuck,” you groaned.
Stomping your feet like a petulant child, you checked the time. In theory, if you were going to go, which you shouldn’t, you’d have almost enough time to get dressed and attempt makeup, hypothetically. The urge to text him and cancel, then block him so you wouldn’t have to do this, was so intense you could taste it.
Instead, you took a deep breath and got dressed. You were terribly nervous and could barely do your makeup, skipping eyeliner entirely because your hands were shaking. Mascara would have to be good enough, but once you were done, you averted your eyes from the mirror. You knew that it wouldn’t matter how long you spent doing your makeup, wouldn’t change reality, and you’d rather ignore it for now.
Now in a rush to get this all over with, you grabbed the bag you’d packed at his insistence and left. Hoping that you were just nervous, you got into your car and put some music on as you pulled up the directions for where you needed to go.
It didn’t take long, and you were parked outside the restaurant, but you were early. Gripping the steering wheel, you watched the entrance, too scared to get out.
Then you saw him, and the panic doubled.
Seeing him standing near the entrance, looking around, then pulling his phone out was strange. The surge of fear was abating. You saw him smile, his phone screen illuminating his face, then you jumped as you got a text alert.
Taehyung: Here. You coming in?
Your heart was racing as you read his message a few more times, then muttered, “Fuck it,” and you were getting out of your car. Checking both ways before crossing the street, you barely felt your legs as they brought you closer to him.
Taehyung pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on and smiled at you before he wrapped his arms around you and said, “Very happy you decided to come.”
Dinner went well, even though your stomach was twisting as you tried to make conversation. It felt like time was going too fast but also too slow at the same time. You were still nervous as he took the bill and paid for both of you before he asked, “Ready for the movie?”
All you could do was nod. Thankfully, he sent you the address so you could take separate cars. When you were alone again, you were losing your grip. He was so fucking out of your league that it didn’t even seem like you were the same species.
A small part of you was insisting that if he didn’t know any better, then you should take advantage of this situation. But that felt wrong. Not going to the movie and blowing him off felt wrong too.
You could manage this, just drive to the theater and watch the movie, then say good night and figure out how to bring this up tomorrow. He had to know, but if he didn’t, then you’d tell him, and this would end.
Pulling into a parking spot, you turned your car off and tipped your head back with your eyes closed. You just needed a few more seconds alone before you could deal with this.
As you opened your eyes and let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, you glanced around. Another car pulled in next to yours, and before you could look away, you saw it was Taehyung. You didn’t want to make him wait again, on top of everything else that might push your luck beyond its limits, so you got out and waited by the back of your car.
“Thought that was your car,” he said as he stood, “You coming in?”
Was he actually giving you a choice? It didn’t matter. You nodded immediately and started walking toward the building. He fell into step next to you, then leaned close and asked, “Are you having fun?”
Startled, a burst of giggles came out of you, and you tried not to sound completely insane, “Yeah, tons, just—”
You felt his hand first, on the shoulder that was opposite him before he pulled you close against him. The sudden, almost crushing reality of how real he was hit you as he turned his head toward you and whispered, “Liar, never seen anyone so nervous.”
When all you did was robotically continue walking, he led you away from the entrance and stopped walking. You realized he was pretending to show you the flowers outside the theater as he spoke, “We don’t have to do this. I want to. Been looking forward to meeting you, but not if you’re this uncomfortable around me.”
“It’s not you,” you lied, but you couldn’t tell him now, “I just haven’t done this in a long time.”
He pulled away, studying your face as he asked, “You sure?”
Nodding, you did your best to pull yourself back together, “Positive.”
Inside the movie, Taehyung had asked if you wanted a drink or snacks, then gotten some even though you had declined. Taking your seats in the back of the theater, he leaned close and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll share, but only if you ask politely.”
Glaring at him in the dim light, he chuckled as he shook his head, “Just a joke, no worries.”
Once the movie started, you felt like you could actually relax a little. No need to make conversation or look at him, and hopefully, you could get lost in the movie. Then it hit you: this was the end. After the movie, you and Taehyung would go your separate ways, and then you’d never see him again.
As your mind sank into the inevitable despair, Taehyung tapped your thigh. Had the movie not been so loud, you would have forgotten you were watching one or that you weren’t alone. Turning your head to see Taehyung offering you his soda, you took it.
Drinking cautiously, you glanced at him again. He was watching the movie but smiling. You didn’t understand and handed him back the cup. Before you turned back to your depressing thoughts, he took your hand.
Your focus was on his large hand as he interlaced his fingers with yours and rested on your lap. His thumb ghosted over your skin, and you simply could not comprehend why this was happening. After everything you’d learned the hard way about attraction and relationships, someone like Taehyung was not supposed to be interested in someone like you, but here you were.
Trying to be surreptitious as you looked at him again and desperately attempting to read his mind, he turned to look at you. Jerking your head away like you weren’t being weird, you felt him move closer, the hand in your lap moving as he did. Then felt his breath on your neck as he whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear, “Scared?”
You’d picked the movie. You loved scary movies, and this one was supposed to be good, but you hadn’t been paying attention. Shaking your head, you tried to watch the film, but Taehyung hadn’t moved away.
Nudging you with this shoulder, he spoke again, and you nearly melted into the shitty theater seat, “Didn’t think you were easy to scare, but you had me worried for a minute.”
You stifled your nervous giggle, and he squeezed your hand. Before you were ready, the movie was over, and Taehyung was still holding your hand as he asked, “Were you disappointed too?”
“A little,” you replied as you stood with him, “Horror seems to be hit or miss lately.”
He led you out of the aisle and down the stairs, then out the theater and back to your cars. Stopping behind your car, he turned and glanced around the parking lot before he said, “This was fun.”
You nodded, wondering if he’d bring up the obvious incompatibility and how much it would hurt despite knowing it was for the best. Taehyung took a deep breath, then said, “You should come over.”
Staring up at him with concern, you asked without thinking, “Why?”
He kicked at your shoe as he shifted nervously, then leveled you with a devastating smile as he explained, “Because I want you to.”
All you could do was nod again as he took his phone out and texted you his address with one hand. His phone back in his pocket, he absently swung your arm with his before pulling you in for a hug.
You weren’t sure what to do with your hands, then felt his lips against your skin, something you didn’t think you had anymore ignited inside you. He raised his head a little, running his nose along the shell of your ear as he whispered, “See you soon.”
Then he was gone, walking to his car as you tried to compose yourself. In a matter of seconds, you went from being riddled with doubt to insatiably horny. Pulling up the directions, you were running on autopilot as you drove to his house. Once you parked, you grabbed your bag. It had been part of the plan, if things went well, that you would be coming here, but you’d forgotten about it completely with all your worrying.
Like at the restaurant, he was waiting at the front door for you. On legs that were still numb from disbelief, you walked up the steps toward him as he opened the door. After a tour, where you felt even more of a gap between the two of you, you ended up outside his bedroom.
He pushed the door open and flicked on the light as he gestured, “This is where I attempt magic.”
You groaned and covered your face with your hand as he laughed at his own terrible joke. Then he took your hand and pulled you in. Despite the things you’d said to each other either over the phone or through text, you didn’t think any of it was serious until now.
Guiding you to his bed, then pulling you down next to him, he leaned back on his hands. In an almost bored voice, he asked, “Want to watch a good movie?”
Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you were worried he might be able to hear it. When you didn’t answer, he tipped his head to look at you as he said, “Or another bad movie, doesn’t matter to me.”
There was something about the way he was looking at you that had you feeling like you were overheating. Your skin felt hot, and the fabric of your clothes was irritating, so much so that you still hadn’t replied.
Taehyung leaned in, one of his hands taking yours, “You okay?”
“What?” you asked, unable to tear your eyes away from his lips. They were so close, unbearably close. All you had to do was move a few inches forward, and you'd know what they felt like, but you were trapped inside a stupid body that was stuck just staring at him.
He chuckled, then the same hand that had been holding yours was moving. Like it was in slow motion, you couldn’t do anything as he cupped your cheek and closed the distance between you.
You moaned at the contact and felt him smile against your lips. Before you were ready, he broke the kiss and said, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”
“‘Sokay,” you mumbled, feeling a little punchdrunk from the kiss.
His hand moved to the back of your head as he said in a strained voice, “We talked about maybe doing this….”
“Just fun, right?” you asked, your mind coming back in a rush as you realized what was about to happen.
Taehyung got onto his knees, his other hand joining to frame your face as he knelt over you and studied your face, “Only fun.”
As he leaned close, kissing you again, you tried to remember the details of this arrangement. It had sounded too good to be true when he’d brought it up, and you’d agreed. Now that it might be happening, you had a few concerns.
He moved to your neck, and you did your best not to sound like a bitch in heat as you asked, “How much fun?”
Pulling back to grin down at you, he said in a dangerous tone, “How much fun do you want?”
Your jaw went slack as he got off the bed. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, grabbed a hanger for it, then went to his closet and put it away. Returning to you, barely a foot away as he started to unbutton his shirt, he said, “Like we talked about, you are in charge. We do whatever you want to do.”
“Doesn’t really seem fair,” you said, struggling not to stare as more of his skin was exposed.
He chuckled, leaving his shirt half open as he reached out to lift your chin and force you to look at him, “Did you really forget?”
“What?” you asked, worried now that you had missed something important as you ran through what you recalled from that conversation.
Sighing, Taehyung went back to the buttons, “Next week… my sister’s wedding...”
You knew that your face was giving away how you felt because you had forgotten entirely. The way he had described his idea had been distracting. Taehyung was adept at distraction. Like you, he’d been burned too many times before but was getting pressured to date by his family. It seemed silly to you, your family didn’t seem to mind that you were single, but you were still confused about what this would mean.
“Sorry, yeah,” you said, remembering that you had agreed, “You’re really okay with this?”
Carefully, he tugged at the sleeves as he took his shirt off. While he hung it up like the jacket before, he spoke, “I am. I think it’ll work out for both of us.” Turning back to you, he added, “And we aren’t going to do anything you don’t want.” He stood in front of you, his hand on your cheek as his thumb traced your bottom lip, “This part…” he sighed, “... it’s for you, and I honestly can’t think of anything you might ask that I’d turn down.”
“Holy shit,” you whispered, but before you could panic, he was laughing.
“So, what do you want to do?” he asked as he rested his other hand on his belt.
Your eyes followed, and you saw the familiar bulge from too many pictures he’d sent. Part of you knew that there wasn’t much of a difference between what you two were saying you were doing and a relationship, but without any promises. You’d worry about the rest later, as you looked up at him and replied, “You.”
Biting his bottom lip, Taehyung shook his head slightly, “Could you be a little more specific?”
You shook your head, and he sighed, “Still nervous?” You nodded, then, in one fluid motion, he pushed you onto your back and was on top of you. Resting his forehead against yours as he stroked your cheek, he whispered, “Want me to take care of you?”
You gulped, and he let out a breathy laugh before he answered for you, “I’ll take care of you.”
Then his lips were on yours. One of his hands cupped your cheek while the other moved lower. He pushed your legs open, settling between them, then gripped your hip as he pressed against you.
You moaned into his mouth at the contact, then got to feel his body twitch in response. Smiling against your lips, he started to roll his hips and said in a breathy voice, “Fuck, you might actually kill me with those noises.”
Unable to stop yourself, you whined as you covered your face. His hand gripped your wrist and then pinned it to the bed as he ground against you and watched your face, “Don’t you dare hide from me.”
The hand that had been on your hip was at your jeans. Taehyung pushed himself up, his focus torn between getting your pants open and your face as he asked, “It’s been what, almost a year for you?”
You nodded, feeling like you were going to burst into flames if he kept going but scared that if he stopped, you might shatter. Jerking your jeans over your ass, then down your thighs, he got off the bed and took them. He turned around as you lifted your hips to get your panties off and said sternly, “Hey.” You froze as he folded your jeans and placed them on his dresser as he added, “Do you normally open other people’s presents?”
You shook your head, unsure how to respond to being referred to as a present. He returned to the bed, and in your panic, you had closed your legs, but he was slowly pushing them apart as he got to his knees. “Oh no,” he said as he ran his hands up your inner thighs.
You tried to sit up, worried that you’d gotten your period or somehow managed to offend him, but he grinned wickedly up at you as his hand rested above your sex. Unable to tear your eyes away from his as he slowly ran his thumb down your sex, he whispered, “You’re all wet.”
Twitching slightly as his thumb grazed your clit, you didn’t notice that he was leaning closer until it was too late. Before you could tell him you were gross, or that you should probably freshen up, or that he didn’t need to do this, Taehyung ran his tongue along the same path his thumb had taken.
You fell back, both hands covering your face as you muttered frantically, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—”
“Just going to point out that you have a safeword and ‘fuck’ isn’t it,” he said from between your legs. When you didn’t reply, he said, “Sit up again.”
You shook your head and said in a rush, “Nah, bro, I’m good.”
“I didn’t ask,” his voice was demanding, only made worse by what he said next, “I’d like you to watch.”
Hesitantly, you figured you could focus on his face, and it would be okay. The second you were back on your elbows and looked down, he latched his mouth to your panty-covered sex and groaned. Not once in your life had anyone ever had that expression on their face because of you, and you couldn’t look away.
Kissing you a few times as he ran a finger along the edge of your panties, Taehyung asked, “How long since someone’s made you cum?”
“Too long,” you barely croaked out.
He looked up at you, holding your gaze for a moment before he pushed himself up and jerked at the crotch of your panties. Instead of the care he had shown to previous clothing, he tossed them over his shoulder, then gripped your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Spreading your lips with his thumbs, he bit his lip before getting to his knees again.
As he pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, he pressed his lips to your inner thigh and then said, “Remind me what the magic word is.”
“Why?’ you asked without thinking.
“This might be…” his voice trailed off as he tapped your entrance with the tip of his finger, “... a bit more than you can handle.”
“Fuck….” you moaned as your head fell back. Squeezing your eyes shut, you said reluctantly, “Spaghetti.”
“Good girl,” he whispered as he leaned forward.
Your head popped back up, eyes fixated on his mouth as he stuck his tongue out and licked you. Clenching your hands into fists, you couldn’t stop yourself as you raised your hips in a silent plea for more contact.
Looking up at you from between your legs, Taehyung spread your lips again before circling your clit with the tip of his tongue. You had no idea what else he did, your eyes rolled back, and you collapsed onto his bed. You were a moaning, squirming mess, but it didn’t seem to matter. Taehyung kept your legs spread as he went down on you, slowly pumping his fingers into you.
All you could think, aside from how good this felt, was that no one else had ever really gone down on you. It wasn’t just that Taehyung was handsome or that he was nice to you; the thing that made this so much different was how he wanted to please you. With that thought, your hand was between your legs on the back of his head.
“Just like that… I’m close,” you whimpered, wholly lost in the moment.
Taehyung didn’t change a thing. His tongue worked steadily against your clit as he fingered you, and a few seconds later, you were clenching your fist in his hair. Your back arched for a moment, then relaxed as you rolled your hips against his lips. Unsure when his fingers left you, he was kissing your pussy now and avoiding your clit as you came down.
With a final, gentle press of his lips, he pulled away only to drape his arm over your stomach and rest his chin on his forearm, “Fun?”
Giggling, you rolled your head to the side and looked down at him, “Fun.”
His free hand slipped under your shirt as he smiled at you, “Want some more?”
kinktober 2022 masterlist.
contains heavy nsfw. interact only if you are comfortable.
masterlist will be updated everyday of october.
mainly jeongguk fics lol (can you tell im jk biased?)
day 1 — corruption kink with jeon jeongguk
day 2 — voyeurism with jeon jeongguk and kim taehyung
day 3 — possessiveness with min yoongi
day 4 — phone sex with jeon jeongguk
day 5 — virgin kink with jeon jeongguk
day 6 — sex tape with jeon jeongguk
day 7 — cockwarming with jeon jeongguk
day 8 — threesome with jeon jeongguk and park jimin
day 9 — yandere with jeon jeongguk
day 10 — breeding kink with kim seokjin
day 11 — praise kink with park jimin
day 12 — shower sex with jeon jeongguk
day 13 — birthday sex with park jimin
day 14 — dry humping with jeon jeongguk
day 15 — lactation kink with jeon jeongguk
day 16 — massaging kink with kim taehyung
day 17 — mutual masturbation with jeon jeongguk
day 18 — breast play with jeon jeongguk
day 19 — handjob with jeon jeongguk
day 20 — cock riding with kim seokjin
day 21 — doggy style with min yoongi
day 22 — desk sex with jeon jeongguk
day 23 — vibrator use with jeon jeongguk
day 24 — car sex with jeon jeongguk
day 25 — titty fuck with jeon jeongguk
day 26 — public sex with kim taehyung
day 27 — getting caught with min yoongi ft. jung hoseok
day 28 — hate sex with min yoongi
day 29 — good girl/boy kink with kim taehyung
day 30 — panty kink with jeon jeongguk
day 31 — light bondage with jeon jeongguk + (bonus halloween fic)
comment which day or days you want to be added to in the tag list xx! see you guys in october!
all my love, wren.
© 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐌 2022. all rights reserved.
kim taehyung fic rec list (Ⅲ)
here's a list of my favourite taehyung fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, leave a heart, reblog or even leave a message under their posts I know they would appreciate hearing from you, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed ♡ feel free to send and share any fics you're reading or would like to recommend to me
a- angst s- smut f- fluff
enemy by @btssmutgalore s a (fuck buddies strangers to lovers) ft. Hoseok
rotten angelcake by @inkedtae f s a (ceo au strangers to lovers au sugar daddy au)
cliff diving by @wwilloww f s (friends to lovers au)
the good boy by @jkeuphoriadreamland s (yandere/obsessive taehyung read other tags)
colours by @lovelytaes-blog f s a (single dad au strangers to lovers au)
kinda hot by @kimnjss f s a (sm au best friends to lovers au college au)
the diary of a healing heart by @taegularities f s a (college au strangers to friends to lovers)
the president's son by @jimlingss f (bodyguard au)
salvage by @btssaysstudy f a (unrequited love) ft. Jungkook
patient love by @writtenwhalien f s a (roommate au idiots to lovers best friends to lovers)
heart of the flame by @chateautae f s a (roommate au best friends to lovers firefighter tae)
seeing red by @borathae f s a (enemies to lovers/office au)
the art of touch by @chateautae f s a (royalty au period piece strangers to lovers au)
play with me by @bangchanshehe s a (poly au) ft. Jungkook
feelings caught by @kimnjss s (best friends girlfriend)
all i want for christmas is you by @ladyartemesia f s (brother's best friend au enemies to lovers au)
shutout by @ughseoks f s a (best friends to lovers au)
breakfast in bed by @borathae f s (best friends to lovers au sub tae)
10 muses by @sketchguk f s (college au photographer taehyung)
tease by @caiuscassiuss f s (brother's best friend enemies to lovers au)
soaring high by @taegularities f s (dilf au)
sph by @venusjeon s a (friends with benefits au)
flat tire by @ppersonna f s (boyfriend au)
strings attached by @bangtiddies f a (fake dating au college au)
the holi-date by @kpopfanfictrash s (fake dating au neighbour au)
dichotomy by @kpopfanfictrash s (arranged marriage au)
washed on by @ressjeon s (frat au car wash au strangers to lovers au)
acquainted by @dewykth s a (unrequited love infidelity)
"are you sure?" by @cutechim f s (brother's best friend au)
just a taste by @cutechim f s (frat boy au spring break new couple)
tempestuous by @ppersonna s a (best friend brother enemies to lovers au)
make you feel my love by @rkiverse f a (friends to lovers au)
remember this by @yoohtae a (wedding planner au)
tattooed two by @httpjeon f s (tattoo au threesome) ft. Jungkook
seventeen times 17 by @cutaepatootie f s a (angsty)
right amount of wrongs by @taegularities f s a (best friends to lovers au high school au)
midnight snack by @sparklingchim s (enemies to lovers au college au)
tomorrow, tonight by @ggukseoulcafe f a (ceo au heartbreak exes au)
guns & roses by @chateautae f s (mafia au established relationship au)
work hard, play harder by @sugasbabiie f s a (ceo tae assistant reader office au idiots to lovers )
dark chocolate snap by @jamaisjoons f s (threesome) ft. Seokjin
kinktober ~ day 14 by @dreamescapeswriting f s (wedding night sweet and soft)
spice by @aquagustd f s a (strangers to lovers au playboy tae)
do it better by @yoon2k s (dilf tae infidelity)
flicker by @chimoona f s (neighbours au)
sorrow by @jiminsfault s a
somebody else by @jamaisjoons s a (post break up au ex yoongi) ft. Yoongi
bad alpha, sweet alpha by @helenazbmrskai f s a (werewolf au friends to lovers)
(why) we got married by @ktheist s a (arranged marriage au)
talk slow by @writtenwhalien f s a (brother's best friend exes to lovers)
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Stroke Game - KTH
Summary: Teasing Taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences.
Warnings: Grinding, Face fucking, one wittle cock slap but it's actually a tap, unprotected sex, creampie, dom! taehyung, teasing, blue balls.
A/N: Idk something about this video on insta just.... uh anyway
Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about golf. So if anything is wrong please don’t read me for it! We all know none of us are here for the golfing.
There’s something about watching Taehyung golf that is indescribably attractive. Golf isn’t attractive, but watching as he sets up his stance for his stroke is. He has shorts on today, long tan legs spread and feet shuffling back and forth until he finds the perfect spot. His strong arms hold the golf club as he lines up his swing. And then he reaches all the way back, follows through, and the ball soars through the air. He has this cocky aura after he sees that it’s a good shot, and tosses his hair back. It’s growing longer, and the long black and wavy hair is a good look on him during the summer when he’s getting tanner. He looks nothing shy of gorgeous.
You wait until you see Jimin stop recording for Tae’s instagram story before you call out,
‘Nice job Taehyungie.’
He’s walking your way and shoots you a crooked smile,
‘You gonna try, jagi?’ You throw him a knowing glare and kick your leg out at him,
‘We both know golf isn’t my strong suit.’ You mutter
He catches your foot in his hands and quickly unties your shoelace, an ongoing battle between the two of you. He tries to walk closer to you but you press your foot flat against his stomach to stop him before whining,
‘I’m not any good Taehyungie, just leave me to ogle at you from over here.’ He laughs at this and manages to walk around your foot. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from your seat
‘I’ll help you come on.’ He tugs you toward the tee and hands you a club. You’re still glaring at him while he moves things around you. He pauses and smiles down at you and then gives you a small kiss followed by a sharp slap on the ass. Jimin cracks up from his seat and you roll your eyes at him
‘You’re next, Jiminie.’ And he mocks being scared at being forced to play golf again by Taehyung. Neither you nor Jimin were particularly interested in the sport, but you both love Taehyung, so you’re willing to entertain his hobby. For now.
Jin and Hobi are watching too, each of them taking turns as they please. Hoseok is less interested in golf than Jin and Taehyung, but he always brightens the mood by cracking jokes.
‘Let’s go, __!’ Hoseok yells and then promptly throws his legs over Jimin’s lap and his arms around his shoulders while aggressively rocking him back and forth.
Taehyung brings your attention back to him, and places his hands on your hips,
‘Line your feet up with mine and make sure your stance is comfortable.’ He says quietly against your ear. His large hands are set on your hips, and he starts to slide them forward over your lower abdomen in an attempt to tease you,
‘I don’t think that area is very important to golf Babe.’ He huffs out a laugh in your ear in response before pulling you hips back against his front,
‘Didn’t you know Jagi? Golf is a full body sport.’ His voice has gotten a little deeper and quieter. His satoori always becomes a little more obvious when he’s speaking in a sultry tone. You can feel his breath against the shell of your ear. In retaliation you swivel your hips back against his crotch where you can feel just the slightest stirrings of excitement. He takes a sharp intake of breath, ‘Now I’m pretty sure that isn’t necessary.’ He punctuates his statement with a squeeze to your hips.
‘Well I’ve been watching you golf and you always do the cutest little booty wiggle when you’re trying to figure out your stance, so I’m just taking advice from the best.’ You say innocently.
Instead of a response to your obvious teasing, he lightly trails his hands down your arms to your hands. He readjusts your grip for you. You’re letting him do all the work for you, getting comfortable in the warmth of his arms while suggestively pressing your hips back against his. He’s guiding the swing of your arms to set up your stroke, and you think he’s going to help you all the way while you continue to tease him, but before you can follow through with the lining up of the club and hit the ball, he pauses the movement of your arms. The breath that you’d heard against your ear pauses, and he ever so slowly licks up the shell of your ear, and then he lightly tugs on your lobe with his teeth before murmuring,
‘Good luck Jagi.’ and then the warmth and guiding of his body is gone from behind you. Turning around with what you can only assume is the most dumbstruck look on your face. Jimin and Hoseok burst into laughter from their seats, and Taehyung is standing a few feet behind you. His arms are crossed and he has a smug smirk resting on his lips.
You turn back to the tee and mindlessly swing, not really caring about how far it goes. It goes a little farther than expected, not good by any means, but not terrible.
Taehyung walks back up to you, ‘Good job, __’
You roll your eyes at him and push his club into his chest before walking back to your seat next to Jimin. He leans toward you once you sit down,
‘I felt like I was watching porn.’ he whispers. You smack him on the arm and turn away from him,
‘It was not that bad.’ You mutter.
‘It was pretty bad.’ Hoseok pipes up from the other side of Jimin. You roll your eyes at them before turning your attention back to your boyfriend. He’s just finished another stroke,
‘Nice stroke Babe.’ You cheer him on.
‘You like my stroke game Jagi?’ He teases from behind the tee.
‘Oh my god.’ You groan, and this sets the other three boys off once again.
He comes back over to sit by you and rests his hand on your thigh while Jin goes again. Jimin and Hobi have seemingly lost interest in the game and are just watching from their seats.
You decide to ignore Taehyung after all his teasing and turn to lean your head on Jimin’s shoulder,
‘Jagiya,’ Taehyung murmurs from beside you, tugging on your thigh to try and turn your attention back to him.
‘Go work on your stroke game Taehyungie.’ You mumble jokingly.
‘I’d much rather work on my stroke game with you.’ You can tell he tries to keep his laugh in but it doesn’t work very well. Before he can say anything else it’s his turn again, and he stands up and walks away.
‘You know, I never knew my Taehyungie was so good at flirting.’ Jimin says from where his head is resting on top of yours.
‘Please, we literally watched him flirt with himself on stage everyday when he was performing Singularity.’ You say back.
You can feel the shaking of Jimin’s shoulders under your head as Taehyung shoots you a glare from his spot in front of you. You stick your tongue out at him, and he does the same thing in return.
After his stroke, he sets his club down and walks up to you,
‘Wanna go grab a drink with me?’ He asks. You nod and stand up with him, the other three boys yelling drink orders at the two of you. He waves dismissively at them and then grabs your hand to walk with you. Instead of turning left toward the bar, he pulls you to the right,
‘Babe, I’m pretty sure the bar’s that way.’ You remind him.
‘I know.’ He responds. It’s then that you see the direction he’s headed. The handicapped bathroom at the end of the hallway.
Taehyung had a track record of trying to sneak you away for small moments or quickies when you were in public. The one thing that you’ve learned about him through the years of your relationship is that, when it comes to intimacy, he is not a patient man.
Taehyung opens the door and pulls you inside, quickly locking the door behind you. He presses you against the door and before you can even say anything, his lips are pressed against yours. His hands are wandering down your sides until they reach the back pockets of your jeans. He slides his hands into your pockets, and after giving your backside a quick squeeze, he pushes your hips forward so they meet his. Your hands are behind his head, fingers lightly tugging on the hairs at the nape of his neck. He breaks the kiss for a moment, breathing heavily,
‘You drive me crazy, Jagi.’
Instead of responding you guide his lips back to yours, lightly tracing your tongue against his bottom lip to gain access to his. He slides his hand farther down and hitches one of your legs up around his waist. His hips roughly press against yours, and behind the loose fabric of his shorts, you can feel how hard he is. You reach down and palm his cock, and his hips stutter from their sensual grinding, as he lets out a deep groan into your mouth.
You wrap your fingers around the outline of him from the outside of his shorts. Even beneath the layers of cloth between your skin, you can feel just how hot and hard he is.
When you tighten your grip around his cock and start jerking him faster, he moves his head into the crook of your neck and drops your leg from around his waist. He’s mouthing wet kisses against your neck and letting out small groans and words of encouragement. His hips are thrusting into the grip you have on his cock, and he reaches down to tighten your hand around him. Instead of continuing with the pace he directed, you remove your hand from him altogether. When you do this, his head jerks back, and he lets out a small noise of complaint. Before he can say anything, you drop down onto your knees in front of him. He smiles at you and traces his finger along your lips, ‘You’re amazing __’
His voice has gotten deeper and he still sounds out of breath. You lean forward and start to press open mouthed kisses against his cock. His hand presses against the back of your head, encouraging you. Finding the tip of his cock, you start to suck through the thin fabric, tongue tracing over where you know he’s leaking for you. He’s starting to get impatient, and he reaches up to start undoing his belt.
Just as he finishes popping the button on his shorts, you reach down and pull the shoelaces on both of his shoes to get him back for earlier. He’s too distracted to know any better, but instead of continuing, you stand up in front of him. He looks at you surprised, and he’s just about voice his confusion when you tell him,
‘Now’s a perfect time to work on your stroke game, Babe. Oh and don’t forget to tie your shoes.’
And before he can even say anything in response, you turn, unlock the door, and walk out to go to the other boys.
When you take your seat next to Jimin he turns and asks,
‘He’s in the bathroom.’ You respond quickly.
Jimin squints his eyes at you and looks suspicious. You see his eyes glance down to your most likely red and swollen lips,
‘And was he in the bathroom alone, Miss __?’ He teases you, bumping his shoulder against yours.
‘We’ll never know.’ You respond smugly.
Soon after, Taehyung walks back to you, drinks in hand. He hands everyone else theirs first, and when he goes to give you yours, he leans down and whispers in your ear,
‘You’ll pay for that, baby.’
You don’t say anything in response. He has that look in his eye, and you know not to tease him back this time.
. . .
You’ve arrived back in your hotel room, and you're shaking with anticipation. Taehyung was unusually quiet the rest of the day. He was talking normally with the other members, but when it came to you, he gave quick and short responses. Now he wasn’t mad, you were able to tell that much, but he was planning something, and his silence was all a part of the build up.
After entering your shared room, he quickly walks into the bathroom and pauses in the doorway, ‘Clothes off.’ Is all he says before walking inside and shutting the door, something he rarely ever did when it was just the two of you.
You quickly strip and sit on the bed and wait for him to return, and it only takes a moment before he’s walking right back out. He’d taken his shirt off in the bathroom, and when he’s approaching, you take time to admire how much he’s been working out.
His stomach is more toned, and his arms are definitely getting bigger. He’s always gorgeous, but you can tell that toning up a little makes him much more confident, and his confidence is what is so attractive about him.
He stands directly in front of you, and that’s when you realize you're seeing his eyes for the first time that day. He’d been wearing dark sunglasses most of the day, so you hadn’t seen them much. He’s staring directly into your eyes, and it’s almost intimidating with the way his gaze is unwavering.
‘Take my shorts off, gorgeous.’ He demands softly.
Taehyung is a simple man. He has three moods in bed. The first is soft Taehyung. There are no power dynamics, just two people loving and being intimate. The Second, is soft dom. Taehyung takes the lead, but there’s nothing harsh about the way he dominates you. There’s soft words and gentle touches. And then there’s full dom Taehyung. It’s rough and hard, but you love every minute of it. Someone else may confuse his demand and pet name for soft dom Tae, but you’re well aware that this is just the beginning.
You reach forward to undo his belt, and after it’s undone, you pull it through the loops and set it beside you. Reaching forward, you undo his button and drag his shorts and underwear down his legs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside. As much as he’s trying to act dominant and controlling, there are little tells of impatience in his body language. Just as you’re going to reach for his cock, he smacks your hands away,
‘You lost that privilege with the stunt you pulled earlier. Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me.’ He says. His fingers have a tight grip on your chin and he grabs his cock and traces your lips with the tip, smearing his precum over your lips. He taps the side of your cheek with his cock to remind you of his instructions, and you follow, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him to use,
‘Good girl.’ He mutters.
He takes the tips of his cock and lays it on your tongue. Thrusting his hips lightly so that the underside of him is rubbing inside your mouth, you cup your tongue slightly to suck on his cock. All of his movements halt, and he leaves your mouth,
‘You only do what I tell you.’ He pauses for a moment, gauging your reaction, ‘Now, I’m gonna fuck your throat baby, and I’m gonna use you as much as I want. You know what to do if it gets too much.’
And with that he’s thrusting back inside your mouth, cock all the way down your throat. You’re gagging immediately. With no warm up, your throat protests against the intrusion. He pulls back slightly to let you breathe. Then, he’s sliding back down your throat. Your nose is pressed against his pubic bone, little hairs lightly tickling you.
Risking a glance up at him, his head is thrown back. The veins in his neck are taught, and you can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He’s already worked up from earlier, and the feeling of your throat around him must be overwhelming.
After a few moments, his hips are retreating and then snapping back into your mouth. Your eyes are watering, but the groan he lets out is worth the burning in your throat,
‘Such a perfect little mouth for me.’ He grunts out. His palms are pressed firmly to your cheeks to keep your head in place while his pace increases. You can’t help but clench your thighs at the sensation. The way he’s grunting causes wetness to pool between your legs. There’s a light sheen covering his tanned skin from the exertion, and it makes him seem like he’s almost glowing.
His hips are starting to stutter and his grunts are turning into choked gasps, telltale signs that he’s close. He pushes all the way down your throat and then tilts your head slightly so you’re looking at him,
‘You look so pretty with my cock down your throat, baby.’ He tells you while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He pulls out of your mouth and gives you a moment to catch your breath.
Then, he reaches for your arm and pulls you up so you’re standing. He’s quickly bringing your mouth to his and entangling his tongue with yours.
Taehyung kisses in a way that words can barely describe. He’s passionate but also cocky in the way he moves his lips, and there’s dominance in the way his tongue dances with yours. He pulls away and looks down at you,
‘Hands against the mirror, legs spread, and I don’t want to hear a word out of this pretty little mouth.’ And then he’s pushing you toward the full length mirror against the wall. You follow his directions and look up into the mirror to see his eyes tracing down the length of your body. He places his hands on your hips and his chest molds to your back. You can feel his cock poking your ass from behind. His hands pull your hips back toward him and then one of them slowly makes its way toward your opening. His fingers dip into the arousal that’s been pooling between your legs before he brings it back up to trace slow circles around your clit,
‘My baby is so wet for me. Does getting your throat fucked turn you on that much.’ He tsks. He starts to circle his fingers faster, and your legs are shaking with the shocks of pleasure running through you. He dips his fingers back down and pushes two inside,
‘I was gonna get you ready for my cock, but you’re dripping Jagi. I don’t think you even need it.’
You look back up to meet his eyes in the mirror and shake your head, obeying his request to be quiet. It’s then that he removes his fingers from your pussy, and reaches down to grasp his cock. You can see his arm moving in the mirror, giving himself a few, quick strokes before guiding his tip to rest right at your entrance. Then without warning he pushes all the way in. Your mouth drops open at the sensation, there will never be a day where you’ll get used to the way he fills you up. Long and thick, hitting all the right places inside of you with just one thrust. He’s resting his head on your shoulder, letting out shallow breaths. Both of you are so worked up, you’re aware this is going to be quick.
Then his hands firmly grasp your hips, and he’s pulling back slowly before quickly thrusting forward. There’s no gradual buildup to his pace, he switches to pounding into you from behind immediately. His hips are slapping against your ass and he’s letting out grunts and small moans of your name between his labored breaths. You love the times when Taehyung is so overwhelmed by pleasure that he doesn’t take the time to use any specific rhythm. He just hammers into you from behind, the angle creating the perfect way for him to hit your G spot repeatedly.
You drop your head down to look at the floor, struggling to keep your moans contained. You’re biting your lips raw trying to keep the noise at bay. It’s when Taehyung reaches down to place the heel of his hand against your clit that your hips start twitching. The powerful thrusts of his hips send yours forward causing you to grind against his hand.
‘Go ahead, baby. I know you wanna cum for me.’ He says breathlessly, ‘I’m right behind you. Gonna fill this pussy up.’
The pressure in your stomach is quickly building, and you reach down and grab his wrist as you near your climax.
You can feel the stuttering of his hips as he approaches his peak, and with a few more sharp snaps you reach your peak, and that building pressure snaps.
‘Taehyungie,’ You can’t help but moan out. Pussy clenching around his cock. He keeps rubbing your clit to help you down, but the pace of his hips continues. He’s losing the rhythm he had previously, groans of your name filling the air, and with one thrust, he’s pushing all the way inside you. You can feel the twitch of his cock while he fills you up. He gives a few short thrusts to push his cum back inside. His head falls onto your shoulder and he lets out a soft laugh,
You laugh with him, ‘I don’t think I can feel my legs.’
He pulls out slowly, half hard cock falling out of you along with some of his cum. He turns you around and places soft kisses on your lips before picking you up to carry you over to the bed. He looks down at you fondly and sweetly attaches your lips once more before getting up to head to the bathroom. You hear the sink turn on before he returns to clean up the mess he left between your legs,
‘You need to go pee.’ He punctuates the sentence with a few taps on your butt. You grumble at him but know he’s right, so you make your way into the bathroom to do your business. You head back to the bed and throw on his t-shirt on the way. Taehyung is already snuggled under the covers with one corner lifted up waiting for you. Climbing into bed with him and tucking yourself up against his chest, you’re just getting ready to fall asleep when he disturbs you,
‘What do you think about my stroke game now?’ He mumbles into your ear. You throw your hand over his face and push him away from you while he’s cracking up,
‘Oh my god. I hate you.’ You mumble into your pillow.
‘I love you.’ He sing-songs back to you, gathering you into his arms and pressing your back against his chest.
‘I love you too, I guess.’
JAZZified. || kth.
❝It felt unreal. It felt too perfect to be real. You were convinced that these moments only happened in fictions, like books or movies, which made this whole scene even more unbelievable. Yet, as he began to gently spin you around while his smile brightened at your mesmerized gaze you knew this was real. It was like a fairytale, but it wasn’t just some fairytale. It was yours. ❞
➳ summary: your boyfriend taehyung wanted to take you out to a jazz club and maybe, maybe, fuck you afterwards with jazz music in the background.
➳ pairing: kim taehyung x reader
➳ genre: idol!au, established relationship!au, they're so whipped for each other help, fluff, smut
➳ warnings: taehyung & y/n smoking together, taehyung smoking is hot okay leave me alone, fingering, oral (f. receiving), sex without a condom (reader is on birth control tho), breast/nipple play, creampie, clit stimulation, big dick tae
➳ wordcount: 6k
➳ a/n: hello y'all! this is my very first work here and I'm very excited to post this.☺️ criticism is always welcome, I'd be also happy if you'd interact with this post lol. hope you enjoy reading this! <3 also the cover was made by one of my gorgeous friends tysm Janina <3 sadly she doesn't have a tumblr blog so I can't tag her but I'm very grateful for it it's beautiful❤️please share & comment, this would help me a lot since I'm still new here! also please keep in mind that this is the first time I've ever written smut, so if it's bad I'm really sorry, I'll try my best to improve my writing <3
[this was also posted on ao3]
When you first met Taehyung you were convinced the two of you didn’t have anything in common. Because damn, while you were just – well – you, he was a fucking superstar. He lived in a totally different world than you, which was simply way out of your league. He was way out of your league. Yet the two of you still found your way to each other, slowly falling in love, despite all the differences you had. While you were quiet and reserved most of the time, Taehyung was cheerful and had these boyish charms everyone would fall in love with, often hanging out with his friends or going to clubs was his way of enjoying himself. You didn’t mind that at all.
So once the two of you got to know each other more, slowly becoming comfortable with the other one around, you spotted an interest the both of you shared together:
You slowly made your way to the bar, drawing the waiter’s attention with a wave of your hand. You sat down on the bar stool, very keen to not ruin this gorgeous dress that made you feel bad and poor just by looking at it. It was a short, black dress made from chiffon with transparent sleeves that accentuate your curves in all the right places. You truly felt confident and sexy in this.
The dress was a gift from your boyfriend, Taehyung. It was the first time you accompanied him on a tour, and as the two of you went shopping a few days ago you spotted this dress, immediately falling in love with it. But after seeing the price, you knew you couldn’t afford it, so you had to leave it at the store with a heavy heart.
The two of you had a date tonight after his concert, which you sadly couldn’t go to due to work zoom meetings you had to attend. Taehyung found this Jazz Club online, giving you his puppy eyes which you could never resist so you agreed on this date, despite being not much of a club person. But it was for Taehyung and the two of you didn’t have a date for a long time, so why not going to a nice Jazz Club in Las Vegas, the city famous for its nightclubs. The only thing you were sad about was that you couldn’t wear the dress you loved – well, little did you know that your boyfriend really loved to make you happy.
You really had a whole jump-scare as you spotted the dress this morning, laying neatly folded on your bed with a handwritten letter on it.
Wear this tonight for our date, my love. You looked so gorgeous in it. Can’t wait to see you later.
- Love, Tae.
So here you were, waiting for him in this beautiful dress at the club. Strangers in the Night by Frank Sinatra was playing in the background, and you immediately smiled. Taehyung and you loved this song. You wished he was here with you right now, dancing to this beautiful song like all the older people surrounding you did.
It was funny how there were only elder people in this club. Sad to think that your generation didn’t appreciate the beauty of Jazz anymore. Well, they were clearly missing out.
As the song slowly came to an end, your gaze began to wander. Not many people were in this club, a few couples were dancing on the dance floor while other people were just sitting at the tables, enjoying the music while having a few drinks. You knew why Taehyung wanted to go to this club. It wasn’t too loud or overwhelming, it had nice songs, classics mixed with new hits and a welcoming atmosphere which made you feel safe in here.
Just as your thoughts began to wander, you felt a presence behind you. Wanting to turn around, you were caught off guard when someone suddenly covered your eyes. You wince, a tiny yelp escaping your lips.
“I swear to God! Taehyung!”
You put your hand on your chest, your heart beating like crazy due to the sudden shock. He let out a deep chuckle, his lips kissing your hair while your head fell on his chest, his smell making you feel dizzy. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, as he swayed his hips to a song in the background while his lips continue to kiss your hairline. You felt him smile, so you automatically started smiling too.
“How was the concert?”, you asked as he sat down after awhile next to you on a bar stool. He waved to the bartender, ordering drinks for the two of you. Then his attention was back to you. Only you. One of the things you appreciated the most about Taehyung was that whenever you talked, you had his whole attention, like only you existed at this moment. When you first started dating it made you a little bit uncomfortable, because he didn’t take his eyes off of you for just one second, watching every move you made. But after you got used to it, it truly made you feel special. You could practically see the love he had for you in his eyes, which in return made you love him even more.
“Amazing. I loved seeing Army again and performing with the guys. I just wished you were there to see me”, he said. You lowered your gaze as you sighed. “I know babe. I wished I could’ve seen you perform as well, you’re always so amazing up there. I’m so proud of you, congratulations to another successful concert.”
You raise your glasses in a toast, celebrating his success. The wine Taehyung ordered tasted sweet, with just a hint of sourness of the grapes, mixed perfectly with the alcohol. You could always count on your boyfriend’s taste.
As Taehyung drank another sip, you took the time to take a closer look at him. Your boyfriend always looked gorgeous, but something about him sitting here in this club just wearing a white button-down shirt with black trousers had you almost drooling for him. He still made you feel like this, despite dating him for almost 4 years. Well you were not to blame, anyone would be stunned by his beauty.
“Are you done starring at me, my love?”
“No, you have to appreciate beauty when you see it. And right now, it’s right before my eyes, so I can’t leave it there unappreciated.”
“Is that so?”, he asked with his deep voice, giving you one of his famous smirks. You felt the temperature rise, or at least you thought you did, because it was getting really hot under your boyfriend’s gaze. You smiled slyly, leaning over from your chair. His eyes widened a bit which made you smile even wider. You knew he could see directly in your décolleté, the way you pressed your boobs together clearly turned him on, you could see that.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and you put yours around his broad shoulders, stabilizing yourself.
“It was definitely the right decision to buy this dress for you.”
“You really think so?”, you asked, playing with the fabric of your dress. He gulped, shifting in his seat to distract himself. You took the opportunity to slide your fingers between the strands of his curly hair, scratching gently at his scalp and causing a slightly shaky breath to leave his lips.
“You look so fucking good babe”, Taehyung said, his eyes heavy with lust as you lean in to kiss his plump lips. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, gentle but demanding, which caused you to claw your hands into his shirt, pulling him harder against you. You felt him smirk against your lips, but as soon as your hand found his biceps, caressing him slightly, he groaned softly, low in his throat, and pulled you and the chair you’re currently sitting on closer to him.
“They’re all looking at us, Tae.”
“Let them, babe. Let them fuckin-“
“No”, you cut him off, smiling as he whined at the loss of your body pressed against his, your lips not longer meeting his. “I thought we were here to dance, Tae”, you said, raising an eyebrow at him. He looked so good, his lips red and swollen from the kiss. You probably didn’t look any better. It seemed like he was only realizing now where the two of you were, in a club full of people who now looked at you disgusted and slightly annoyed, which made your boyfriend visibly blush.
“We really had a whole make-out session right before their eyes, huh?”
“Yup, pretty much”, you said, smirking slightly when he blushed before you stood up which earned you a raised eyebrow from the man in front of you.
You reached your hand up to him, an amused smile on your face as you looked at him. Your opposite seemed to catch the message and slowly took your hands in his warmer ones. He gave them a short squeeze. You started to pull him up, liking the feeling of his larger hand covering yours. It seemed to fit perfectly. He seemed to fit you perfectly.
“Well then, shall we dance?”
He chuckled, his low tone instantly sending shivers down your body. He dragged you with him to the dance floor, which was almost empty and you laughed as he playfully spun you around, before pulling you against his muscular chest, causing you to blush slightly.
“You look so beautiful, my love. This dress was made for you”, he said, his hands ran down your sides, slowly, causing you to shiver. Taehyung noticed that, of course he did, and he smiled at you with mischief, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Thank you, handsome. You don’t look so bad yourself”, you admitted, and your hands find their way to his shoulders, then to his muscular chest as you opened the first two buttons of his shirt, grinning up to him. He only raised his eyebrows, chuckling, but let you continue with it nonetheless.
A new song began, the familiar tones of Singing in the Rain by Doris Day made you sigh in pleasure, and Taehyung, your beautiful Taehyung, gently took your hand and grabbed your waist, pulling you closer against his strong body. The two of you started to move to the beat, slowly at first, because nothing else mattered right now. Nothing but your boyfriend, his pleasant, almost intoxicating smell and the song, your song the two of you danced to.
It was an incredible feeling. The way the two of you looked into each others eyes made you forget everything around you. You didn’t know where you were and for what reason, because it wasn’t important anymore. The only thing you could see, feel was him. His beautiful eyes that only seemed to be looking at you. His smooth and soft looking lips that drew you a smile, almost shy, which made you smile in return. His fluffy brown hair was glued on some parts of his face due to the sweat that seemed to be slowly running down his pale and flawless skin. It was hard to resist the urge to trace the trail of sweat with your fingertips. His hands kept you steady as both of you slowly moved around the dancefloor along with the music. It felt unreal. It felt too perfect to be real. You were convinced that these moments only happened in fictions, like books or movies, which made this whole scene even more unbelievable. Yet, as he began to gently spin you around while his smile brightened at your mesmerized gaze you knew this was real. It was like a fairytale, but it wasn’t just some fairytale. It was yours.
As the song came to an end, your head was on Taehyung’s chest, your eyes closed as he continued to rock slowly to the music with you in his arms. “You seem tired.” Taehyung’s low voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Only now you realized that yes, you really were tired, his presence and the music made you forget all the stress you had to deal with the last days. You looked up at him and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, smiling as he saw you yawning.
“Should we head home?”, he asked, while he put his large hand on your right cheek, stroking it gently. You pull him closer, too tired to speak as you close your eyes yet again. He chuckles.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, will ya?”
He gasped and dramatically put his hand on his chest. “You’re so mean. I was just asking man”, he pouts cutely. You rolled your eyes at him, and as another song starts in the background, you just fall against his strong body, too tired to even care. He catches you, of course he does, and laughs as you make no effort to move. “Let’s just go home, Jagi”, he whispers in your ear, slowly going backwards to the bar with you.
Now it’s your turn to sulk.
“But we only got here.”
“Yes, but you’re tired.”
“Now you’re straight up lying, my love.”
“No”, you whine, “I want to keep dancing with you.” He raised his eyebrows, chuckling at first. But then, then, he saw your serious expression, and he stopped, looking at you with full attention. “We can always go back here”, he assured you. “Really?”, you asked, hopeful. You wanted to dance with him forever, never wanting this beautiful moment to end. But it had to, of course it had to, and it wasn’t a bad thing, you realized.
“Let’s go back to the hotel.”
The two of you walked outside the club, holding hands. Even though it was the middle of the night, the streets were full of people, laughing and just enjoying themselves after a week full of stressful work. Nothing surprising, you were in Las Vegas after all. You snuggle closer to your boyfriend, almost freezing to death. Pretty stupid of you to only bring a vest with you, huh? Well, at least you had a hot boyfriend who could warm you, right?
Said boyfriend casually wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him, while he used his other hand to get out his cellphone to order an Uber which would take you both back to the hotel. “It’ll be here in five minutes, babe”, he announced, chuckling slightly as you hugged him even tighter. “You heard me, Y/N?” “I did. Jus’ cold, that’s all”, you mumbled, taken aback by the warmth he radiated. He could literally be your personal heater – oh wait, he already was.
He kissed your head, which made you smile despite still being in the cold. Taehyung was trying to move, grumbling when he couldn’t reach whatever he was searching for. “Babe, just lemme smoke, will ya?”, he asked and you could hear the click of a lighter. Ah, so he did found what he was searching for after all.
“Only if you give me a cigarette, too”, you said, to which Taehyung only gave you a confused look. You were pretty shocked yourself, usually you would always pass when someone would offer you a cigarette, but right now it sounded pretty appealing to you, and to be honest, the thought of smoking together with your boyfriend was kinda hot. “Since when?”, he asked, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and putting one between his lips, his gaze still lingering on you.
You only shrugged your shoulders. “Why not? Might just give it a try”, you respond, and as he offered you the pack of cigarettes, you simply took one and put it between your lips. He lighted his cigarette, looking at you intensely, which made you gulp, your legs rubbing together deliciously, and as you thought he would give you the lighter, you were taken aback when he leaned down and lighted your cigarette with his own.
You almost moaned out loud. God, why was it so hot seeing your boyfriend smoke? It turned you on so much, yet you didn’t know why. But there wasn’t enough time to care. His eyes looked at you intensely, so many emotions and unspoken words lingering in his gaze, making you shiver, and he exhaled the smoke in your mouth, before kissing you deeply. What you thought would be a huge turn off made you gasp instead, and you exhaled the smoke too, and damn, you were so turned on, just by him. Your smoking hot boyfriend.
“You’re so needy”, Taehyung said in a lower register, his voice so deep, so needy itself, and you just nodded, because you couldn’t deny it. You wrapped your arms around him and he pulled you closer to his warm body, giving you a smirk, your cigarettes colliding as the two of you smoke in silence, waiting for the Uber to arrive.
Which it did. A few minutes later, while you had the cigarettes between your fingers, trying to extinguish it. “Let’s go home, Tae”, you said, smiling, and then taking his hand. The smell of cigarettes surrounded the two of you, but you didn’t get sick surprisingly, no, today you liked it, because it was so Taehyung. Maybe you should talk to someone about your newfound cigarette kink though.
When you got into the back of the car, Taehyung told the driver the address of the hotel and he drove off. The traffic was heavy, so the ride dragged on and you became more and more impatient. You wanted your boyfriend so bad, and the fact that he was sitting next to you, looking like that, made it even harder for you to be patient. So you spent the whole drive looking out the window as the lights and skyscrapers of the big city passed by. It actually did help to distract you.
Now Taehyung and you were standing in the hotel lobby, and while you admired your environment again – because damn, dating Taehyung came with such luxury you still weren’t used to – your boyfriend talked to one of the employees, nodding, and then coming back to you. You gave him a smile, which he returned and then he took your hand, walking to the elevator. He pressed one of the buttons for the upper floors and the elevator began to move. After a few seconds you were at the top, and apparently your boyfriend couldn’t wait any longer, because he literally dragged you out of the elevator in the direction of your room.
“Who’s the needy one now?”, you whispered, mocking him fondly. For a second you actually thought he turned red, but he turned his face away from you, making you giggle, while he fished the key to your room out of his pocket. As you entered the room, the two of you were met by darkness, but neither of you turned the lights on. You could only see Taehyung’s silhouette in the darkness, but something about this turned you on, and apparently he thought the same, because he kicked the door shut and came over to you, smirking almost devilishly.
“This fucking dress on you drove me insane all night”, he muttered, and he was so close that you could feel his breath on your lips. He kissed you like it was his last meal, and you moaned, pulling him closer, every curve of your body meeting his, so that they could merge perfectly together.
You stumbled backwards into the room. His hands were all around your body, your shoulders, your breasts and then your stomach, wandering deeper, deeper, and it took all of your self control not to burst. Your back hit the wall, and the way Taehyung bent lightly over you, looking at you like you were his prey, made your knees weak. Weak for this fucking man.
He leaned down, nibbling at your ear, causing you to moan, your hands to find their way to his fluffy hair, tugging it, and then he whispered: “I will fuck you so hard in this dress, ruining it, so that no one else will ever see you in it again. Is that want you want, my love?”
“Yes, p-please”, you answered, your voice sounding hoarse, which made your boyfriend smirk proudly. He kissed you again. His insistent mouth was parting your shaking lips, sending wild tremors along your nerves, evoking sensations from you you had never known you were capable of feeling. You just knew one thing; he completely ruined you for every other man, which wasn’t a bad thing, because you won’t ever get rid of him anyway.
His lips wandered deeper, down to your neck, where he left a trail of kisses, agonizingly slow. You turned your head slightly, giving him more access to your neck, and he bit down hard into the flesh, marking you as his, because that’s what you were.
“Taehyung.” His name left your mouth like a prayer, yet it was more of a sin.
“What? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you”, he murmured, his voice so low, so dirty, as his hands found their way to your legs, kneading the flesh of your inner thighs, dangerously close to your heat. “Jump”, he ordered, and you did as you were told, your legs wrapping around his torso, and as his clothed erection met your core, he took a sharp breath, his eyes meeting yours in the dark, where you could see the lust and love in.
As Taehyung made his way towards the bedroom, you kissed him again, biting down on his lips, which made him open his mouth to let out a deep, breathy moan. You took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, to explore his mouth, hot and wet and so perfect. Taehyung pushed the door open and before you knew it he was laying you gently on the bed, your head meeting the soft pillows, because no matter how wildly the two of you would make out, Taehyung would always put your safety first.
You panted heavily and you could feel how wet you were for him between your legs. There was no way you could wait any longer, you needed him in you right now, so you pull him closer to you, desperate to feel his cock buried deep in your pussy.
“Taehyung, please”, you moan, your legs rubbing together desperately.
“Please what? Use your words, princess”, he said, smirking down at you. Your hands explore his body like he did before, stroking his shoulders, his muscular arms and then sliding down his chest, which made him groan, down to his pants where his erection was clearly visible. He was painfully hard, you wonder how he still didn’t complain about it.
Feeling bold suddenly, you straighten up a bit, your hands finding his neck and pulling him closer to you, your lips finding his ear, his weakness, and you bit down, smiling when Taehyung moaned out loud, his grip around your body tightening. You whispered in his ear: “I want you to eat me out, Tae. Want to feel your hot lips in me, slowly, while you make me cum in this dress. You love it so much, right? And then I want you to fuck me in it. Want to feel your big cock in me so bad.”
Taehyung felt himself becoming harder at that, your filthy words making him feel dizzy. “Your wish is my command”, he said, leaning down to kiss you passionately. God, he would never get tired of your lips, so soft and sweet.
His lips began to wander, again, starting at your neck where he could already see the marks he made, and then finally down to your breasts. He looked up to you, your eyes closed while moaning out loud when his fingers pinched your nipples through the fabric of your dress. You roar up, and he had to push you back into the sheets.
Gosh, his name sounded so heavenly on your lips, voice so hoarse, filled with so much need. For him.
His lips sucked on your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress, biting them lightly, and the scream that escaped you drew a grin from him. You were a mess for him, he loved it, but damn was he a mess for you too. He would show you that later. But now… no, something was missing. Something important.
You looked at him as he straightened up, confused. “Tae, wha- “Wait here, my love. I’ll be back in a minute”, he said, and then he was already gone. You sighed, confused but still horny, and then your head fell back against the pillows. A few minutes later you opened your eyes again. The soft tones of Jazz music rang out, instantly making your whole body relax and you smiled fondly as Taehyung appeared in the doorway again.
“Ah, I like this Taehyung”, you sigh, waiting for him to got closer to you again, and as he hovered over you, you kissed him again. The kiss was accompanied by music, slow and sweet, but also strong and passionate like the melody in the background.
Taehyung pulled his shirt over his head, and it landed somewhere on the ground, and your gaze wandered over his body. Your fingers traced his six pack, the strong yet soft skin beneath your fingers was hot, and Taehyung moaned as you came dangerously close to his erection. He pulled your fingers away, instead led them to his soft lips and kissed them, so tenderly and lovingly that your heart felt heavy at the sight.
His weight pushed you back, deep into the mattress as he leaned towards you again and continued his journey. His lips caressed your breasts one last time, before he moved downwards to your stomach, leaving kisses along the way. You gasped as his lips found your core, your hands pulling at his hair, closer, you needed him closer.
You were leaking for him. Taehyung could taste you through your panties, and gosh, your taste was everything. His fingers pulled your panties down, slowly, and he groaned when he saw how wet you were. Just for him. His dick twitched in his pants, now painfully hard, but no, he would take his time to eat you out first, just like you wanted it.
He inserted one finger into your heat, and you bucked, moaning loudly as he began to move. The obscene noises caused by your wetness were music to his ears, and it only caused him to move faster. “Tae, oh god, Tae”, you moaned, desperately to feel more of him. So he put a second finger, and then a third, and you screamed out, clenching so tightly around his fingers he almost lost it. He looked up at you, and as he saw how your eyes rolled back and how hard your hands clenched around the bed sheets a proud grin appeared on his handsome face.
He pulled his fingers out, and you whined at the loss, but Taehyung led them to your mouth instead. “Taste yourself on my fingers, princess”, he whispered, his voice sounding so low. And as the song in the background came to an end, your lips sucked his fingers, hard, tasting yourself.
“Look how you taste yourself on my fingers. Good girl. Do you like how you taste?”, he asked. You could only nod, too lost in the pleasure to form any words, yet alone sentences. As you released his fingers he moved downwards again, his breath hitting your bare pussy.
“Taehyung!”, you screamed as his tongue dug deep into your wet folds. His fingers stimulated your clit meanwhile, and it drove you crazy. He drove you crazy.
Taehyung himself moans at your taste but also the sight of you shamelessly fucking yourself on his tongue, leaking all over him. You look absolutely sinful using him for your pleasure, head thrown back and playing with your breasts. His cock feels unbelievably hard and as much as he’d love to fuck into your tight pussy, he needs to feel you cum on his face.
You felt ready to burst as his tongue moved faster, buried deep in your heat. You clenched around his tongue, which made him only move faster, harder, making you scream his name. “I’m so close, please”, you whine, pulling at his hair. He hummed, the sound vibrating in your core, and you screamed, cried his name out as you came on his tongue.
“Oh my god”, you whispered, your head falling back as Taehyung continued to explore you with his hot, wet tongue. “You taste so delicious, my love”, he spoke in a lower register, and as you looked down at him, you moaned at the sight; his chin and lips were dripping, wet with your juices.
“Come here”, you whispered, and he did as he was told, leaning down, his lips meeting yours in a steamy kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, his tongue as he slid it in your mouth, exploring it shamelessly. “I need you, Tae”, you begged, your hands moving down to his pants, and he bit down hard into your lips.
“I need to be in you, right now.”
He unzipped his pants, took them off along with his boxer shorts, and tossed them carelessly behind him. His cock sprung free, hard and already leaking with precum, and he pumped himself a few times. “Fuck me raw Tae, please”, you whined, and his eyes widened. He could swear his cock became even harder. “Fuck really? Are you sure?”, he asked. This was too good to be real.
“I’m on the pill”, you answer, and he could burst at the amount of happiness he felt right now. Just the thought of fucking you raw almost brought him over the edge.
“Are you ready?”
You just nodded, impatient, because you needed to feel him already. He guided his stiff member to your entrance, and when his tip met your heat, you both moaned out together. He thrusts into you, hard and fast, and a scream escaped your throat. He bit into your earlobe to keep himself from moaning, but when you clenched around his dick he let out a deep growl.
“You feel so good babe, so fucking tight around my cock”, he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your entire body, your nails leaving deep scratches on his back, but that didn't bother him. It was the complete opposite; he loved it.
“Faster, oh God please move faster babe.”
Your wish was his command. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and at the new angle he could thrust deeper into you in places that made you scream. Your lips crashed together in a messy kiss, teeth colliding and tongues moving together as Taehyung continued to thrust into you in this pace. You lift your back, still playing with your hard nipples and moan out load when he hit a particularly deep spot.
“Yes, there. Feels so good, oh god”, you moan. He was so big, so deep buried in your tight pussy, it made you see stars when he only continued to thrust harder into you. You could feel how close you were, again.
Taehyung too felt close to his orgasm, panting heavily. The obscene noises even put the music in the background.
You whined when he pulled out of you, shit, you were so fucking close. “Turn around for me, princess”, he spoke, and of course you did. Now laying on your stomach, you could only feel the sheets moving when Taehyung took his new position. His fingers found your pussy again, caressing it, and then his big cock was back in you again, filling you out completely. The stretch was deliciously.
This position made him hit new spots in you, spots you didn’t even know existed, and his fingers found your ass, kneading the flesh. He thrust into you, hard, over and over again, and you felt your orgasm slowly building up again. You were complete butter in his hands. He could practically do anything to you right now, you wouldn’t care, you only needed his dick buried deep into your pussy.
Taehyung grunted loudly and grabbed your ass with both hands, helping you to move your hips. It felt good, this entire position felt just so fucking good. You placed your knees on the bed and spread your legs as far as you could, your hands still gripping the bed sheets firmly, and you started to move your hips back and forth slowly. It felt really good, and it only started to feel better when Taehyung started to knead your ass and grunt loudly, and you could only imagine what view he had – his cock sliding in and out of you as you rode him, your ass on display, your legs spread wide for him. You knew he loved that, you could tell by the way his grunts slowly turned into high-pitched moans.
“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.”
He panted heavily, both of your bodies covered in sweat as you moved together shamelessly. You were so wet for him you just kept sliding up and down his length, over and over again.
His legs began to shake, but he couldn’t stop moving, not when he was so close, so desperately close. His fingers found their way between your legs, rubbing your clit.
The moan that left your mouth the second you felt his fingers against your clit sounded so carnal and animalistic that you were almost embarrassed, but it was hard to focus on anything else other than Taehyung’s cock inside of you and his fingers on your clit.
All you could think of was his fingers on your clit, and the way his big, fat cock filled you out completely.
“Milk my fucking dick, babe. Come all over my cock”.
That was the last straw.
You held onto Taehyung’s thighs and started moving as fast as you could, but your movements got sloppier and sloppier each time you bucked your hips into him and you knew you were coming when your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Taehyung’s fingers mercilessly rubbed your clit.
Your orgasm rushed over you. A scream left your lips, then your head met the pillows again. Panting heavily, you could only lay there as Taehyung still thrust into you, chasing his own release.
You could hear the whines and grunts leaving his mouth, and as his movements became sloppier you realized he was close. So you tried to clench your walls around him. Taehyung kissed your shoulders, leaving wet kisses everywhere when his orgasm hit him, shooting his load deep into you.
The whine he let out when you clenched your walls around him to milk every last drop of his cum out made your head spin. The room was filled with your heavy breaths and the smell of hot, steamy sex. You sank into the mattress, too tired to care that his cum was leaking out of your pussy. Taehyung dropped down next to you, immediately pulling you against his warm body.
“That was amazing”, he kissed the top of your head, causing you to smile. You nodded, your hands caressing his cheeks. You just got up quickly to finally take off your dress and immediately got back into bed, snuggling tightly around his body as he pulled a blanket over the two of you. You felt exhausted, yet so pleased and happy you could burst. You snuggle closer to him, and your breathing slowed until you finally fell asleep together, his hand on your back while yours laid on his chest, where his heart laid.
The notes of jazz music still rang out and the melody haunted both of you, even in your dreams.
I wanna get freaky on camera, I love when we get freaky on camera
• Pairing: Camboy!Taehyung x Viewer!(F)Reader
• Genre: Camboy!AU, Smut, Strangers to Lovers
• Rating: 18+
• Words: 30.8k
• Summary: Every Friday night at 10 PM was dedicated to your favorite camboy. When he hosts a contest and you end up the lucky winner, you’ll have to brace yourself for your unexpected debut.
• Warnings/themes: explicit sexual content, sex work, exhibitionism, voyeurism, camshows, mentions of anal play, masturbation (m. and f.), filmed sex acts (consensual), Taehyung has a filthy mouth, swearing, lots of dirty talk, use of sex toys, reader is lowkey a Tae fangirl (who wouldn’t be lol), discussion of consent and rules, performance anxiety, soft dom!Taehyung, breast play, TAECONDA 🗣, handjobs, spitting, oral (m. and f. receiving), gagging, deep throating, fingering, squirting, size kink, unprotected sex (both parties are tested and safe but WRAP IT UP PEEPS), multiple positions, spanking, come play, creampie, slight degradation, multiple orgasms, lots of sexual tension 🥵
• Song Inspo: Cyber Sex - Doja Cat (Spotify | Soundcloud)
• Notes: Big dick Tae go brrrrr 🤪 *ahem* forgive me, I had a moment of weakness. Anyways, this is for the “Camshow” square for @bangtanwritingbingo! I’ve been super excited to delve into this one since I received my card but I couldn’t decide who to use...until I saw THIS pic of Taetae that just screams tease 🤧 had to do some research about cammers for this and found out some fun and interesting things along the way so please enjoy and remember to support your local sex workers! 👍🏾 And a huge thanks to @playmetheclassics for beta’ing this for me, mmmmwah 😘💕 Crossposted to AO3 as well.
• Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @jeontier @park-hera-gi @feral-daisy @uzumakioden @raineandskye @noir-eyes @bebejungkook @parkdatjimin @sunshinerainbowsbts @m-yg93 @jimilter @sexyuntitl3d @herecomesjoon
The apartment was shrouded in darkness save for the glow reflecting from your laptop, illuminating your face as you stared expectantly at the screen.
Your eyes flickered to the clock in the lower corner.
Surely you had something better to do than watch your desktop like a hawk, but you worried that even walking away for a second would make you late. He tended to start on time, no matter what.
In the meantime, you looked next to you on the bed, making sure everything you needed was there.
Lube? Check. Vibrator? Check. Hand towel? Check.
You made sure that whatever errands needed to be done were finished earlier, wanting to dedicate the rest of this Friday night to your favorite activity. There was a high chance you would go straight to bed after you were done.
A familiar ping went off in the room, making your head swivel back to the computer.
Just as you anticipated, a pop-up window came onto the screen.
[_vante is online!]
You bit back your smile, a giddiness lighting your veins as you put your pointer finger on the mousepad to hover the arrow over the ‘Join Room’ button. Clicking it, you wiggled in anticipation as it took you to a recognizable page with banners and ads on the side depicting men and women in compromising positions.
The stream hadn’t started just yet.
The rectangle in the middle was black with a message stating that the user was still in the process of setting up. But you didn’t have to wait much longer as the screen changed to show said user.
You let your grin go on full display at the sight of the handsome face brightening up your laptop.
“Hm...can you guys see me well?”
An involuntary shiver went through you as his baritone rang through your speakers. He hadn’t even said anything remotely dirty yet and already, his voice was affecting you.
You reached for the keys, flying across them with your fingertips.
[Y/N]: yup 😊
“Yeah? Great—“ V gave a signature boxy grin. “Then let’s get started. How’s everyone doing today?”
You typed out a brief sentence on how your workday left you needing to decompress. You weren’t sure if he saw your comment alone or a few of the others that shared your sentiment, but the model hummed and nodded.
“Rough day, huh? Same here. Work was hell and then some. I’ve been thinking about you guys all day, couldn’t wait to punch out and get home.” V tilted his head.
“How about you? Were you thinking about me too?”
Cheeks warming up, you gave an answer that the rest of the chat echoed.
[Y/N]: of course, the only way I could get through the day was by thinking about your beautiful face ❤️
You realized after you hit enter that maybe that was a little too cheesy, but V paused to read everyone’s comments, face lighting up with a smile once more.
“Aww, you’re too sweet, Y/N. I always love to read your comments.”
Did you squeal to yourself just now? Of course not.
But V moved on to the next person, prompting you to get over your excitement and focus on the bigger picture. How did you get so into watching this beautiful man at 10 PM on the dot every Friday night?
Watching porn was something you did occasionally but watching actual camshows was a rarity. Before, you only viewed a couple of pre-recorded shows out of curiosity, only to click out after a few minutes. You admired these people for their hustle and courage to do such intimate acts for thousands of people to view, but none of them could capture your attention enough to give them your full time and attention.
That is until your friend Jules sent you a link one day.
You had been lamenting to each other at lunch break on the desire to find a cam person worth watching, needing some fuel for your lonely nights where you were too lazy to jump on Tinder or message former flings.
Your friend lit up like a Christmas tree before she said that she had been recommended to someone who looked interesting (well, at least their profile picture did) and was going to catch their show live that night. Looking around to make sure no one would peek over your shoulders in the nearly empty cafe, Jules pulled up the profile of the person she was talking about, letting you take a peek.
You couldn’t deny that the man in the black and white photo was handsome. A nose perfect for brushing against thighs with full, kissable lips below, surrounded by a strong jawline. Slicked back black hair with a couple of strands resting on his forehead. Strong brows hovered above deep brown eyes that stared straight into your soul. You were never much for putting much emphasis on others’ bodies,but the subtle tone of his bicep and forearm that poked out of the sleeve of his t-shirt had your mouth watering a bit.
He caught your interest enough that you agreed to watch the show that night, making sure that Jules’ text came through with the right info. It was nighttime before you knew it, and the show was close to starting. You had to scramble to get whatever necessary items you needed before getting comfortable in your bed.
The lights were turned off and your laptop was plugged into its charger (nothing killed a good orgasm like your battery dying). Typing the link from your phone into the address bar, you waited with anticipation as the browser loaded, pulling up a website you were familiar with.
However, the user was different this time, the picture of the man from earlier popping up in the corner. And soon enough, the screen showed the actual person, sitting in a purple-lit room on a leather chair.
The picture did not do him justice. And then he opened his mouth to greet all of the viewers; you couldn’t help but squirm at the bass that rang out from the speakers.
The model was named V and he looked to be in his mid to late 20’s. His outfit was rather formal for someone who was probably going to be taking their clothes off, consisting of a floral button-up shirt with a tie and slacks. Surprisingly, he pulled the look off. His setup also stood out as you picked up the soft sounds of jazz music in the background, V occasionally stopping his talking to bob his head along, a gentle smile on his handsome face. The move was endearing as hell.
Despite it taking quite some time before anything sexual occurred, you weren’t finding yourself bored at all. V talked to everyone as if he was in a group of friends, asking how everyone’s days were and saying what he was up to himself and what he planned to do over the weekend. He must have had quite a few regulars as he asked some users rather specific questions, from how their pets were doing and wishing them luck on whatever tests they had coming up. His attentiveness felt genuine, unlike some other models. It only intrigued you even more.
But then came what everyone had tuned in for.
The dynamic had shifted as V rolled his chair back, his eyes lidding as he ran a tongue over his full lips. He kept his gaze focused on the camera as he questioned whether everyone was ready for him. You were so enraptured up to this point that you hadn’t even typed a word in the chat, biting your lip as you sent a ‘yes’, drowning among the other affirmations. And with that, V gave a devilish smirk as his hands crawled up his lean torso to his tie.
After that, everything was a haze. All you could remember was coming to your senses a while later, your limbs trembling as your slick fingers slid out of your core, watching as V laid panting against his chair, his tanned upper body exposed and covered in sweat and come. Fuck, when was the last time you came that hard? And from someone who wasn’t even in the same room as you?
From that moment on, you were hooked.
Saturday nights were spent watching some of his older shows, working yourself up to orgasms that forced you to stifle your cries with a pillow. Sundays consisted of fighting the urge to have some more late-night fun despite the fact that you had to get up early the next morning. And Mondays through Thursdays were absolute torture, having to try not to daydream about V instead of crunching numbers and sending out emails in your gray cubicle. Didn’t help that your boss kept poking their head in to make sure you were doing your work right, despite the fact that you had been with the company for years. All you could do was hope that the look on your face didn’t scream ‘I’m imagining myself getting plowed by a man I’ve never met in real life’ as they condescended on whatever mistakes they thought needed rectifying.
But Fridays were your favorite days now. Not only because it was the end of a long work week but because you had something to look forward to that night. V kept things interesting every time too, switching up the ways that he got himself off, from only using his hand to utilizing some toys to even slipping a finger or two inside his puckered hole for extra stimulation. The man was captivating to watch in the throes of ecstasy. Despite his obvious enjoyment, he always made sure to look deep into the lens, letting absolute filth spill from his lips as if he was talking directly to you. Maybe that was what engrossed you. The natural way he spoke and acted as if he was there in that very room with you, his lean body doing whatever it could to bring you to a blinding climax. Even the people you had been with in the past couldn’t make you come as hard as he could through a computer screen.
You made sure to show your appreciation to Jules for the recommendation with an expensive sushi dinner the first time, even though your paycheck side-eyed you for it.
“Hm? What’s that, KookyBun?”
The sound of V’s baritone brought you back to the present, blinking as he addressed one of his regulars.
“...ah. Rough week, huh?” V tilted his head, giving the camera an angelic smile, but you could see the hints of lewdness lingering underneath.
“What can I do to make you feel better?”
You weren’t surprised to see the suggestive response that the user gave him, quickly followed by others expressing different ones but along the same line.
“Hmm, you wanna see me touch myself? Will that really make you feel better?”
You quietly cheered on KookyBun as they emphasized their need, causing V to give a short laugh as he shook his head. “You guys are so easy to rile up, you know that? Don’t worry. It’ll happen—” His voice lowered as he leaned in a bit. “Believe me. I’ve been dying to touch myself all day, too.”
Your breath hitched as the air seemed to get heavier now. Wanting to prepare ahead of time, you scooted back from your laptop to take your panties off, biting your lip as it clung to your damp folds for a second before letting go the farther you pulled it down. Tossing it to the side, you spread your legs on either side of your computer, seeing V resting a hand on his crotch. You let out a slight whimper at the visible bulge there.
V didn’t make any moves to please himself yet, being the tease he was. Instead, he bobbed his head to his music, losing himself in the tunes. But the chat wasn’t having it as you spotted another pleading message, complete with the puppy eyes emoji at the end.
“Wow, babyJ13, you’re impatient today, aren’t you?” The model laughed and shook his head. “Well, your dance instructor is still out with the flu, right? I guess you need another outlet for your energy.” He then had the nerve to tilt his head again, blinking innocently.
“What do you think, guys? Should I indulge you?”
Straightening up, you brought your hands out to fly across the keyboard.
V licked his lips as the responses filed in, biting back a large grin not long after you sent in your own.
[Y/N]: yes please. Wanna see that beautiful cock of yours
“Alright then, since you guys asked so nicely…”
Your heart began hammering like usual as his hands crawled up to begin loosening his belt, watching like a hawk as those long fingers of his moved. You had seen this scenario so often before but it always brought the same reaction out of you each time.
His digits sliding away from the undone leather to the button of his slacks. His thumb and index finger pinching the metal tab of the zipper and lowering it down. His fingertips parting the fabric and pushing it down enough to reveal the thick outline straining against his briefs.
You swallowed hard as V laid his pointer finger on it, tracing up and down the shape with a whisper of a sigh. “Mm…I’ve got a surprise for you guys. Would you like to see it?”
You and everyone else in the chat expressed your approval, nearing desperation (at least you avoided the thirst emojis that were rampant). With a chuckle, V held onto the waistband of his underwear, lifting his hips up enough to shove it down his long legs, along with his slacks. Kicking them off, he sat back in his seat, spreading his legs and exposing what you were dying to see.
His cock had taken your breath away the first time you had seen it. The size was substantial for someone of his build and the shape pleasant enough to look at. Even when he wrapped his large hand around it, a good portion of it was still uncovered, making you wonder just how big he really was. But this time, what caught your eye was what laid at the base of it, eyes widening in lust.
“Ta da. Finally got to wear the ring velvetyeri sent me last week. You sure know how to pick them, thank you!” V ran his tongue over his bottom lip while poking at the rubber.
“Wish I could’ve kept it on all day like you asked but I almost had a close call a few times. Sorry baby.”
She didn’t seem too bothered by it, judging by the multiple heart and kiss emojis she sent in the chat paired with praises of how good it looked on him.
“Heh, thank you for understanding. But now that I’m home...”
With that, the model reached down to hit the button on the side of the cock ring, hissing when a buzzing sound started. “Dammit...”
You felt yourself getting more and more turned on as the minutes ticked, needing some relief now that he was starting the action. Keeping your eyes on the screen, you blindly reached for your vibrator and lube, bringing it in front of you. You looked down to coat the toy in the liquid before throwing the bottle to the side. Taking in a deep breath, you brought it down to rest against your folds, hitting the switch with a soft moan as the vibrations made a pleasant heat form between your thighs. “Mm...”
“Hah, this thing is stronger than it looks, trust me. Mnh—” V looked down at his cock, reaching a long finger down to swirl around his flushed tip before murmuring, “Been leaking all fucking day...surprised it didn’t soak through to my pants.”
You wished you were right there in front of him to lick up the bead of precum that sat there.
But then V went and picked it up with his finger before bringing it closer to the camera, pressing his fingertip against his thumb repeatedly to show the viscosity. “Wish someone was here to clean this up for me...”
You shivered as he expressed what had been running through your mind. Reaching your free hand over, you typed a few words for the model.
[Y/N]: wish I was there too, baby. Will you touch yourself for us? Pls?
V chewed on his lip as he took a moment to read the comments again, nodding to you and everyone else asking the same question.
“Of course...can’t wait any longer myself. Need to make it wet though.” Before he could reach onto his desk for his lube, you quickly typed out a request.
[Y/N]: spit on it, V
He had to have seen your comment as he let out a small groan, looking directly into the lens with a raised brow. “Yeah, Y/N? That’s what you want?”
You tightened your hold on your toy while emphasizing your desire with a strong yes.
Biting back a smile, you watched as V took a few seconds to gather spit in his mouth before leaning over and letting it drop onto his upheld cock, moaning softly at the way it dripped down the tip and shaft. “There you go...”
Repeating the motion again, you saw him give the camera a smirk. “All better now?”
[Y/N]: yes, thank you ☺️💕 enjoy, baby
“Oh, don’t worry, I will.”
And with that, V began stroking himself languidly, head tipping back momentarily at the pleasure. “Ah, shit...that’s it—”
Clenching at how his voice lowered, you decided to mirror his movements by dragging the end of the vibrator up and down your slick folds, hips bucking a bit whenever you bumped against your clit. Just a couple of minutes of this had you panting into the darkness of your room. It’s times like these when you were glad that you lived by yourself, not confident that you would be able to stay quiet on nights like these.
“Ngh...fuck—” V paused his hand to thrust up into it a few times, making you wish that it was your pussy instead. “So glad I wore this ring today...everything feels so much stronger—”
You almost forgot about the cock ring for a second, licking your lips at the vibrating rubber. It was a pleasant surprise for tonight and your mind only ran off further into your fantasies. Imagining yourself riding this man, the vibrations hitting your clit repeatedly as his sizable hands dug into your ass, pulling you down occasionally to bury his dick deep, forcing you to writhe and whine on him as the stimulation came to be too much.
Your fingers wasted no time in upping the level of strength on your toy, eyes fluttering as you kept the end on your swollen bud now.
Time was lost on you as you kept teasing yourself, switching up the motions to match whatever V was doing to himself. Unfortunately, you found that you were getting worked up quicker than usual, your walls constantly clenching in need of something to fill it up. But you wanted to hold off, knowing that inserting the vibrator would bring you to your end sooner than expected.
“Shit...God, I wanna come so bad—”
Your head swung back up from leaning back to see V panting softly now, cheeks reddened and a light sweat starting to cover his face.
“Fuck, sorry guys, I don’t think I can last too long tonight— oh shit— All that edging is coming back to bite me in the ass...”
You weren’t mad at his announcement, at all. Turns out you were in the same predicament, this week having been a rough one that led to you having to spend a little time before the show teasing yourself in the shower. Licking your lips, you forced yourself to write something out, hoping he would see it in the midst of his ecstasy.
[Y/N]: it’s okay, baby, been worked up all day myself. Why don’t you open that shirt up before you make a mess on yourself?
V zeroed in on your suggestion, along with a few others, laughing in relief. “Oh, thank you...glad to know I’m not the only one. Don’t worry—” His free hand worked on unbuttoning his shirt as he husked, “I’ll make it up to you next time, promise.”
Too many times you’ve pictured your tongue running up each bump and circling around both of the dusky nipples. Your lips quirked, whether from the acknowledgment, his skin being slowly exposed or for something to look forward to next week, you didn’t know. For now, you focused on his trim torso that was soon revealed, a light sheen on the tanned skin.
“There, much better. Now...” V shifted to get more comfortable in his chair, hips resting on the edge now. “Shall we?”
You could never brace yourself for his strong and fluid thrusts, your breath always halting at the sight. The sounds of his fist hitting his groin echoed through the speakers and paired with his low growls and moans, prompting you to take it up a notch yourself as well.
Taking in a deep breath, you moved the tip of the toy down to part your folds before pressing it inside with a short gasp, the vibrations already stimulating your needy walls. You bit down on your lip as you went in as far as you liked, taking a moment to pause and whimper as your toes dug into the comforter, feeling a bit overwhelmed for a second.
After a minute, you began thrusting the device in and out, unable to match his pace but close enough that you could pretend that he was here in bed, fucking you instead of his hand.
The thought made your arousal leak out even more, dripping past the toy and down your ass. Maybe you should have gotten the towel out tonight.
As time went by, you couldn’t tell what was louder; the squelching of your pussy, V’s guttural groans or your own unabashed moans.
“Goddamn— You fucking yourself right now, baby?”
You knew he was talking to everyone as a whole but you whimpered out like he was directly in front of you.
V chuckled huskily, pausing on the thrusting to twist his hand a little faster over himself now. “Yeah? You better be…think about my cock spreading you out nice and well— Mm…” His mouth fell open in sheer bliss before his head fell back against the chair. “Oh baby…you feel so fucking good right now—!”
Your hand reached up under your t-shirt and rolled your nipple between your trembling fingers. “Oh V…”
You could tell by the way the tip of his cock was nearly red and the more frequent words coming out of his open mouth that he was close to coming. Fuck, you were too...
Your wrist was probably going to protest but you sped up the rhythm of your vibrator, knees bending back the closer you got to your climax. The hand on your breast groped the flesh as you watched V continue to work his hand over himself faster and faster until a strangled gasp escaped him all of a sudden.
“O-Oh fuck me...ah—!”
V forced his head to come up, breathing ragged as heavy onyx eyes looked directly into the camera. Directly into your soul.
“I can’t hold back anymore, baby. You better fucking come with me, mnh! Shit—“ He gave himself a harder squeeze before resuming his pace. “Come on, do it with me, come on—”
Not wanting to deny his plea, you focused on hitting your release, whispering out in desperation to the empty room, “Please baby, make me come, make me come on your big dick, please—!”
It only took less than a minute before V let out a choked sound before an audible groan came out, the back of his head smacking into the leather. This was immediately followed by a spurt of white shooting out of his tip, strong enough to land on his chest.
“O-Oh my God—! Fuck!”
With that, your own climax came in like a ton of bricks, forcing you to fall back onto the bed as you cried out into the darkness. “V!”
Somehow your hand was able to keep moving rather than seizing up with the rest of your body, the thrusting and vibrations on the verge of overstimulating you until you were forced to pause as you felt something drench your hand. You were too caught up in your orgasm to look, doing your best to ride it out until your body finally gave you a break. Slumping against the comforter and shutting the toy off, you panted as your hand slid down from your breast to rest on your stomach, taking a minute to calm down.
“S-Shit...damn, that was a lot...”
At the sound of V’s breathless exclamation, you compelled your head to lift up, gasping weakly at what greeted you.
V lounged in his chair as he looked down at his torso, covered in multiple streaks of his come from his upper chest all the way down to his bellybutton. If there was any doubt that he had been edging himself all day, it was wiped away with the physical evidence of his release.
“Good thing I opened my shirt up, haha...”
The model brought his head back up to shoot the camera a spent yet satisfied look, strands of his black hair sticking to his sweat-covered brow. “How was that, baby? Did you come hard too?”
You had to give a feeble nod, still feeling the aftershocks in your toes.
“Good, I think we both deserved it.”
Using what little strength you had left, you sat up and looked between your legs, flustering at the wet spot housed on the comforter. Looks like you would have to take a trip to the laundromat in the morning.
Carefully easing the vibrator out of yourself, you winced at the wet sound that emerged before you rested it on your hand towel, wiping your hand off on the rest of it. Looking at the screen again, you nibbled on your lip as you saw V raising a brow as he read over the chat.
“Mm...you want me to taste it?” Your breath caught at the suggestion. “I mean...why not?”
V obliged the request by picking up one of the trails with his pointer finger, slipping it into his mouth, closing his lips around it. The curious look on his face was replaced with one of mild distaste. “Hmm...not terrible but I wouldn’t do it again. I’m sure you guys would enjoy it much more than me though, right?”
You would give your left kidney for a chance to taste his come.
Now came the ending of the show, consisting of V continuing to talk to everyone while he cleaned himself off yet made no move to redress. His confidence in his body showed in the way he lounged in his chair despite the fact that everything was hanging out. Sometimes you envied him.
“Okay guys, you know I hate to do this but I have to go now.”
You couldn’t help but pout every time he did this, realizing that you’d have to wait a whole week until you saw his handsome face again.
“But before I sign off, I have a huge announcement!”
Now your ears perked up and your back straightened.
V gave the camera one of his boxy grins and clapped his hands together. “So! The other day, my manager and I talked things out with the company about that little contest I wanted to do.” A few viewers must have expressed their confusion as he clarified, “Ah, sorry, this was a couple of weeks ago so some of you might not have been around during the show. Well, I got the idea from a fellow cammer of mine and I wanted to give one of you beautiful people the chance to be my co-host for a day!”
Your jaw dropped as you let out a sound of incredulity. How could you have missed this? You hadn’t skipped any of his shows, maybe this was on a day where you came so hard that your ears were ringing for a while.
“And guess what?” He gave a thumbs up, teeth on full display.
“We got the approval to go ahead! So starting tomorrow at 10 AM, we’re going to open up a link where you can enter to be a lucky winner! The contest will be open until next Friday at 10 PM so there’s plenty of time to enter. Each subscriber will have at least one chance to enter and certain actions will allow for multiple entries. All the details will be on the entry page along with contact info for any questions you have.”
The chat went into a frenzy with the announcement but all you could do was sit there, a giddiness building up in you. You tried not to get too excited though; you never had the best luck when it came to contests.
“Alright everyone, that’s all I can give for now. And for safety reasons, the winner will be emailed by my manager and not publicly announced. Not saying that I don’t trust you guys but we want this to go as smoothly as possible.”
With that, V gave everyone a pleasant smile.
“I wish you all good luck if you decide to enter. Have a good night and please enjoy your weekend. Until next time—“ He held his thumb and index finger together in the shape of a heart, pressing it to his lips before holding it out to the camera.
And just like that, the black rectangle returned.
A contest where you could end up doing a show with V…
You had to admit that you were surprised that the model was even doing this in the first place. He had been mainly solo in his work, never indicating that he wanted another person to join him. Not that you were complaining.
If you got the chance to win, you could only imagine all of the things you’d want to do with him.
But a sudden yawn burst from your chest, leaving you unable to think of what you could do. Sighing, you got up and began cleaning; the least you had to do was take a quick shower and strip your soaking comforter.
“Yes, I…no, I did send the financial report to Ryujin. Can you ask if it may have ended up in her junk mail by accident?” A pause. “…yes, I understand but tech support still hasn’t gotten back to me on why my emails keep going there.”
You rolled your eyes, glad for the cubicle.
“Mhm…yes, I’ll try to have the request expedited. And—“ Your brow raised. “Wh— Tomorrow? But isn’t the deadline over two weeks from now?”
You listened to the voice on the other end go on for almost two minutes before you could get a word in.
“Yes, I understand. I will do my best to have it on your desk by then. Okay, goodbye.”
It was difficult not to slam your phone onto the receiver with the bullshit that just happened. Of course, your boss had to question whether you were capable of your job while dumping more work on your already full load.
And it was only Monday.
“For fuck’s sake…”
You grumbled to yourself, shaking your head as you turned to your monitor, looking for the email tech support had sent to you a week ago saying that they would have your issue fixed within two days. Lying bastards.
After typing a strongly worded follow up to them, you sat back in your chair and sighed, rubbing your temple as you tried to hold off the faint throbbing there. Thankfully, you only had fifteen minutes to go before you had an hour to eat and do something that would ease your stress for the rest of the workday.
You decided to send an email to Mark, reminding him to send you the contact list for the latest clients. The two of you went back and forth until your alarm went off, signaling the beginning of your lunch break.
Deciding to hit up the buffet down the street, you walked in to get your usual options before taking a seat in the upstairs dining area, plopping down next to the window to get a good view of the bustling streets. You scrolled through your phone as you ate, smiling and shaking your head at some of the ridiculous posts Jules sent you. After replying to each one, you decided to check your personal email.
You were looking to delete the junk and make a mental note of any good sales going on but a part of your brain couldn’t help but wonder about the contest.
You earned about five entries, between subscribing to V and your donations, upping your chance a bit but you weren’t expecting much. The entry page had closed Friday night and you hadn’t heard anything. To say you were disappointed would be an understatement. All you could do was give your well wishes to whoever the lucky winner was and make sure to support them by rooting them on this Friday (even though you would be wishing you were in their place).
Sighing, you took a sip of your drink, ready to close your email until you spotted a message from an unfamiliar email.
The sender was Jung Hoseok and the only part of the conversation you could see was a basic greeting. Figuring that it was just spam, you decided to get a laugh out of whatever ridiculousness they tried to send you now and opened it.
We would like to congratulate you on being the lucky winner of the Victory Lap with V contest on behalf of the company!
V appreciates your support for his work and looks forward to spending a day with you! We apologize for the delay in contacting you, our process in deciding a winner is meticulous in order to weed out bots or cheaters, we aim to give all of our loyal viewers a fair chance. With that in mind, there are procedures and rules that must be followed before we can proceed, though.
Bangbangtan strives to keep its employees safe and healthy and requires the following:
A face to face meetup to discuss rules for the show (Skype is allowed if unable to meet in person)
Printed results of a recent STD test with negative results (must be within three days of meeting up)
(For female-identifying viewers) some form of birth control if condoms do not want to be used (condoms will be required if you are NOT on it)
Failure to follow any of these requirements will result in you losing your spot in which we will be contacting the runner-up instead. Please respect our rules and understand that these are in place for a reason.
To set up a time and date to meet, please reply to this email ASAP; a meeting must be made by Wednesday afternoon, the latest.
Once again, congratulations on winning, we look forward to working with you!
Client Manager | Social Media Manager
Your fork dropped faster than your mouth did.
No fucking way.
Was this real?
Maybe some sleazeball had gotten your email and decided to play a prank on you.
Picking up your now dirty utensil, you placed it to the side before squinting at the message. Unsure about the legitimacy of this, you opened up the reply window and typed out a message that was along the lines of gratefulness tinged with skepticism. After sending it out, you got up to grab another fork and a refill.
Sitting back down, you refreshed your email, not expecting an immediate answer from the supposed manager. But lo and behold, a new message popped up.
You opened it with hesitation, only for it to ebb away the more you read.
Title: Re: Re: Congratulations!
Please, don’t apologize for questioning this email, it’s understandable that you would be wary! This is a legitimate message but I can send you a link to my page on the company website for you to look over. We want you to feel as comfortable as possible so don’t hesitate to ask any more questions.
Client Manager | Social Media Manager
And with that, you opened the link, praying that nothing too compromising was on there. Luckily, it was a simple page with a picture of a handsome man with a rather bright smile and equally luminescent platinum blonde hair. And below that and his bio were pictures and links to his clients that he handled. Sure enough, V’s black and white photo was in the beginning, making your heart skip as it all set in.
You fucking won!
It wasn’t a scream, but a sound of elation escaped your lips, prompting the one diner near you to look at you funny. You shot them a sheepish smile before looking down at your phone again, gaze locked in on the smoldering model on the screen. To think that you actually got lucky with this opportunity...
You were so excited that you almost forgot to look over your schedule and message Hoseok back with details on where to meet up this week. After going back and forth, the two of you agreed to meet up Wednesday around lunch hour at a cafe that was twenty minutes away but made up for it with bomb croissants. Marking it down in your calendar, you remembered to contact the nearest clinic to see if you could get in for a test before you went home for the day.
The rest of your workday went by with the usual crap but you had a pep in your step as you went to get tested. It was hard not to laugh at how the worker was confused as to how happy you were asking for an STD check, used to tears or scowls. But you left after the screening to head home for the day, hoping that tomorrow would go smoothly.
Of course, you were asking for too much as your boss reprimanded you for your email issue still not getting resolved (how was that your fault?) and making a minor mistake on the charts that needed more than one day to perfect (but someone insisted on having it way ahead of the deadline).
You were this close to telling them to shove their paperweight up their ass and walking out of that office with your belongings. But there was a funny little thing called rent that wouldn’t care that you decided to stand up to your superior. The only thing that got you through the rest of the day was rereading the congratulatory email, your frown easing up each time.
And then came Wednesday.
You got to work bright and early, hoping you’d be able to go out a bit sooner than expected for your lunch. The clinic had called you too late yesterday to say that your results were ready (they were negative, thank goodness) so you had to run there before the meeting. You managed to sneak out without your boss noticing, speed-walking to the building in your heels. You were making good time with the papers in your hand until a traffic jam blocked off the intersection, cursing at the idiot truck driver who decided to try and beat the yellow light. Now you had to nearly run to get to the cafe, trying not to look like a hot mess when you blew through the glass door, sweating underneath your blouse and blazer.
Giving one of the waitresses a flustered smile back, you scanned the dining area to see if you could spot Hoseok and V. Sure enough, a head of platinum blond hair and one of black hair sat by one of the windows, facing away from you. Straightening your posture and wiping off the sweat on your brow, you walked over to the table, clearing your throat to catch their attention.
It was hard not to feel a little weak at the two handsome faces that smiled up at you now.
“Yes, that’s me!”
Hoseok got up first with a sunny grin, holding out a hand to you.
“Hello, nice to meet you! Jung Hoseok, I’m V’s manager. Well, you already figured that out in our emails but I have to be formal and all that crap.”
You giggled at this man’s easygoing disposition as you shook his hand, already feeling your nerves lessening. “Understandable. It’s lovely to meet you too!”
Hoseok let go and stepped aside to allow the other man to come forward. “And well, I’m sure you know this guy as well but I’ll let him introduce himself anyways.”
It took everything in you not to faint at the sight of the gorgeous being standing in front of you.
Seeing V in person in the daytime was completely different to seeing him in the dim purple lighting of his bedroom. His expression was less sensual and his face softer, cheeks pronounced as he grinned at you.
The eyes that would practically fuck you through the camera squinted in humor at the awestruck look on your face. But it was still him. The parted black hair, the tall and lean form in a button-up with palm leaves and hibiscus that only someone like V could pull off.
And then he opened his mouth.
“Hello Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Yup. It was him, alright.
You realized that you were leaving him hanging, clearing the lump in your throat before you took his hand into yours, screaming internally at how it nearly engulfed your own.
“I-It’s nice to meet you as well, V. I still can’t believe this is happening...”
V chuckled. “Oh, believe it. And please, you don’t have to keep calling me by my stage name.”
You blinked. “Oh...what should I call you, then?”
“Taehyung will do. Tae is fine, too.”
You couldn’t lie, you felt pretty special right now to have this privilege. “Okay...Taehyung.”
Taehyung smiled wider. “Much better. Here, take a seat.”
He went to the other side and pulled your chair out for you, making your cheeks warm as you thanked him before sitting down. Once the other two men took their seats, Hoseok called a waiter over to have everyone place their orders. The three of you made small talk as you waited, although you had to behave and try not to let your eyes linger on Taehyung for too long, still fascinated at seeing him in the flesh. Thankfully, the food and drinks didn’t take long to arrive.
You looked up at Hoseok after taking a bite of your chocolate-filled croissant.
“Do you have any prior experience with being on film?”
Swallowing the pastry, you shook your head. “No, not at all. I mean, I was considering on camming at one point in time but I never followed through.”
“Oh really? Why the change of heart?”
“Mm, I couldn’t think of what to do that would help me stand out, the market is pretty oversaturated as it is. Whatever I could do was way out of my comfort zone.”
Taehyung chuckled after sipping his coffee. “I hear you, it’s hard to stand out in an industry like this. I went through the same thing in the beginning until I finally got my footing.”
You blinked in surprise at his admission. “Really? You?”
“Mhm.” Taehyung set his cup down. “A nice face and body can only take you so far if you don’t have the personality to back it up.”
Hoseok jumped in, “And I’ve seen that way too many times for my liking. A young hot thing comes into the office thinking that they’ve got it made because they were blessed with good looks only to tap out after a month.” He sighed and shook his head.
“It’s a shame but the cam life isn’t for everyone, you know?”
You nodded in understanding, taking a sip of your iced tea. “That’s why I admire people like V— I mean, Taehyung. It’s unfair that some want to label this work as illegitimate, I mean, it is a job at the end of the day.”
Both men lit up at your comment. “Exactly! Clothes on or off, you’re still making a living, right?”
You grinned at Hoseok’s chipper tone. “Right!”
Taehyung flashed his teeth at you. “Hyung, I think we’ve picked a good one here, I like her attitude.”
As if you weren’t already feeling flustered, he just had to go and say that.
“Oh, don’t flatter me so much. I mean, I am one of your biggest fans but—”
Before you realized it, the praise flew out of your mouth, making your eyes widen. Way to sound like a typical admirer!
Both Taehyung and Hoseok laughed at your backtracking, the former waving you off with a humorous grin.
“Ah, relax Y/N, I appreciate the kind words, really! It’s much different hearing it in person than through a virtual chat—” His head tilted. “Good to know at least one of my followers isn’t a bot.”
His little joke made a giggle escape, forcing yourself to break eye contact from his warm gaze as you shoved the last of your croissant in your mouth. Your embarrassment ebbed as the three of you continued to eat and converse. Once your dishes were removed, Hoseok cleared his throat.
“Okay, now that we’re all happy and full, let’s get down to business.”
You almost forgot what you were here for, thanks to the interesting conversations you were having.
Nodding, you watched as the manager reached down into his bag on the floor, pulling out a small stack of papers on a clipboard and a fountain pen. Hoseok set it down in the middle of the table before speaking in a more professional tone.
“As I mentioned in the email, we must discuss the rules required for us to allow you to perform with Taehyung. It’s not a mile-long list but I need you to understand that each one is non-negotiable—” His face steeled.
“Failure to comply with any of them will result in you forfeiting your spot. Is that understandable, Y/N?”
You did your best not to swallow at how Hoseok did a 180 just now, keeping a straight face as you gave a firm nod. “Yes, I understand.”
Hoseok’s face lightened up a bit at your answer. “Excellent. Then let’s get started.”
He flipped the first two pages open to a paper with a numbered list. “These are all the rules, read each of them thoroughly and please let me know if you have any questions or concerns.”
You brought the clipboard closer to read over it.
Negative test results for possible STDs must be presented at the time of this meeting. The test must be taken within three days and valid. Any suspicion of false or forged results will result in the termination of the winner’s spot.
Birth control is required, via (female-presenting winners) pill, shot, IUD or condoms. If the winner is negative yet is not on birth control, condoms will be required.
If the model has a pseudonym, please use it on camera in order to protect their identity.
Respect each other’s boundaries. Consent is key for our clients and everyone has things they are and are not willing to try. Safewords must be defined and respected (if used) and the winner must read over and understand the client’s list of kinks they are comfortable and uncomfortable with. Failure to do so will result in termination of the winner’s spot and possible legal action.
(OPTIONAL) Winners are allowed to hide their identity on film. We understand that having your face and name connected to sex work can be risky and respect any wishes to keep it private.
Winners will receive a share of the profits from the show/video. Footage may not be used for your own profits; this includes reuploading to other sites or editing. Personal use is permitted, we encourage our viewers to look back on their time with our clients fondly!
You hummed a few times as you processed each of the rules. Hoseok was right, the list wasn’t long at all but the weight of it was sinking in, especially on the fifth one. Although, you were pleased to see that this company took the well-being of their employees seriously, at least from what was on the paper. It also surprised you to read the last rule, thinking that you would be doing this for free (not that you wouldn’t let Taehyung do many things to you for free).
Looking up when you were done, you gave both men a smile. “These all sound pretty reasonable, does anyone ever give you trouble?”
Hoseok rolled his dark eyes. “Oh, you’d be surprised. I haven’t had problems since I started managing Tae but my other clients have had issues. One particular person had to get blacklisted because they refused to accept any of these.”
You scoffed. “Always has to be that one person.”
“Seriously. But back on track—” He picked up the pen and held it out to you. “You’re on board with all of these rules, correct?”
“Yes, I am.”
Hoseok beamed. “Excellent! There’s a line on the bottom for your signature so please give it a scribble when you’re ready.”
Taking the pen from him, you signed in the designated area before he flipped through the next couple of pages, going over details concerning how filming works and suggestions on how to prepare. Thank God he summarized each page because your eyes were beginning to hurt at the large amount of tiny words. You kept on until he finally reached a page that had your brows lifting and your face warming.
“And here’s the Kinks and Consent list! These are all acts that Taehyung is interested in and comfortable with—” Hoseok chuckled.
“I’m sure you’re familiar with some of these by now but we have these written down for transparency. Now, these aren’t all guaranteed to occur during filming and you have every right not to perform the ones you aren’t comfortable with.” Now he flipped to the next page, a carbon copy of the previous one but blank.
“So we’ll have you write down what you’re content with so you can discuss it with Taehyung and come to an agreement.”
Nodding, your brain tried to come up with what exactly you were into, aside from the vanilla stuff. Tapping your pen on the table, you took a couple of minutes to think before you began writing. Thankfully, Hoseok and Taehyung chose to have their own conversation rather than stare at you. You didn’t need that added pressure right now.
It took about ten minutes but you caught their attention after you set the pen down. “All done!”
Taehyung smiled at you. “Great! Alright, let me see what you’ve got.”
Sliding the clipboard and pen over to him, you watched with bated breath as the model looked over the list, occasionally humming or raising his brow. After what felt like an eternity, Taehyung looked up with a boxy grin.
“You’ve got some interesting things on here, Y/N. Nothing too out of my comfort zone, though.”
You sighed in relief, slumping in your chair a bit. “Thank God.”
He chuckled at your reaction. “Here, take a look at mine and feel free to let me know if you’re not okay with any of them.”
You flipped back to the previous page to look over Taehyung’s list. As Hoseok said, you weren’t too surprised at most of them but a couple had you blinking in wonder. You discussed those with the model, letting him know if they could be skipped for now. He gave you an emphatic nod, urging you to cross them out for reference. Once you got to a point where you were satisfied, you signed on your own page.
Hoseok grinned and clapped his hands together. “Great! So you’re both on board with each other’s lists?”
The two of you gave your affirmation, receiving a pleased sound from the manager.
“Wonderful! Alright, now I need a couple of things from you, Y/N, and then we can wrap this up.”
“Of course, what do you need?”
“I’m going to need your test results and I just have to ask you a few questions and jot down your answers.”
You grabbed your papers from the empty seat and handed them over to Hoseok, who had slipped on a pair of oversized black reading glasses. He took a minute to read over everything, nodding in satisfaction.
“Everything looks good here.” He handed the papers back to you before flipping to yet another page in the stack, bringing the clipboard closer to him and picking up the pen. “So, I’ll have to ask you questions regarding preferences, just so everything is clear-cut.”
You clasped your hands on the table. “Shoot.”
“Okay.” The blond cleared his throat. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, I’ve been on the shot for a few years now.”
Hoseok nodded while writing. “Good. Would you prefer Taehyung to wear a condom, regardless?”
You had to look off to the side to think. “...he doesn’t have to.”
“Okay. This next one might be a bit awkward but it’s necessary.” A brow raised. “Would you prefer he come inside or outside?”
You were glad your iced tea was long gone or else you would have choked on it. The heat in your cheeks flared. “I-I...I think outside would be best, less of a mess to clean up.”
“Understandable.” More scribbling. “And last one, do you want to use a pseudonym and have your face obscured for privacy?”
That one, you had to take a moment to yourself to ponder. Maybe you should say yes just in case someone from your job happened to be strolling along the camsite one night and saw your face. But somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to care that much. Not like this was your dream job in the first place...
“No...I’ll show my face and use my name, I don’t mind.”
Hoseok looked at you for a couple of seconds, watching for hesitation before nodding and jotting down your answer. As soon as he finished, he slid the clipboard to you once more. “Alright, I just need one last signature from you and then we’re done.”
Taking the pen from him, you signed on the bottom line before setting it down on top. “There.”
With that, Hoseok removed his glasses and shot you a sunny smile. “Fantastic!” He looked over at Taehyung. “Well Tae, what do you think?”
Taehyung looked up in thought for a moment, keeping you on your toes until he gave you a boxy grin. “I think Friday is going to be a lot of fun with you around, Y/N.”
You lit up like a lamp at his approval, eyes twinkling in delight. “So is that a yes?”
“It’s a definite yes.”
The men chuckled at the sound of glee you let out. “Great! I can’t wait! Oh, hold on, one more thing—” Your head tilted. “Is there anything special I should wear?”
Both Hoseok and Taehyung shook their heads, the former speaking first. “No Y/N, all we ask is that you look put together so wear whatever makes you comfortable.”
“Although, it’d be easy on everyone if you wore something that could come off easily…”
The younger man blinked at his manager, now giving him a deadpan look. “What, am I wrong?”
“You’re not but could you say it in a less perverted way?”
Taehyung shrugged. “Didn’t mean it like that, blame my natural voice.”
You wondered how true that was when you caught him shooting you a wink from the side, making your cheeks warm a little.
“Anyways—” Hoseok held his hand out to you with a grin. “Congratulations again on winning, we’re happy to be working with you, Y/N!”
You quickly shook his hand. “Likewise. Thank you for the opportunity!”
Taehyung reached out to shake yours next, giving it a subtle squeeze that made your stomach flutter. “It’s my pleasure, Y/N. I hope we’ll have a good time together!
All you could do was show your excitement with the brightest smile you could muster, not trusting your mouth to not blurt out something else embarrassing.
The three of you parted ways after the bill was paid (you tried to insist on giving your share but Hoseok was having none of it), promising to keep in contact with each other if any unexpected changes came up. You were flying high the rest of the day, even when Felix passed off his work onto you yet again and tech support told you that they had to reopen your wonky email case.
As long as Friday was still a go, nothing could kill your mood.
Whoever said global warming is a myth needed to get their face shoved in a lava pit.
It was nighttime and the A/C in your Lyft was on high. The morning was much worse, forcing you to forgo your usual blazer in favor of a light cardigan at work. You had to keep checking your shirt for pit stains as well since the air in the office decided to act up today, of all days.
But you stopped yourself and pushed any thoughts of your crappy job from your mind, looking to focus on what would be occurring in the next hour.
You were on your way to Taehyung’s house for the show, Hoseok having given you the address the other day with instructions to come at least thirty minutes early. Maybe you were a little overzealous in leaving on time, seeing as you were five minutes away and it was only 9:13.
Nothing wrong with punctuality, right?
As soon as you got home from work, you spent hours grooming yourself, picking out an outfit and looking up articles of dirty talk online. You were so engrossed in everything that your dumb ass almost forgot to eat something. At least you had leftovers from lunch to gorge on.
You had also debated on how dressed up you should be, seeing as how you were going to have everything ripped off at some point. But you didn’t want to look like a slob and a tiny part of you wanted to impress Taehyung without trying too hard. So you ended up deciding on a sleeveless shirt (minus a bra) and denim shorts and chose to go for a bare face, putting extra attention on your hair.
And before you knew it, it was time to call for a ride.
The car stopped all of a sudden, prompting you to look up in surprise to see a row of houses outside the window. Thanking the driver, you got out and forced yourself to go up the walkway to stand in front of the door, nervousness starting to set in. You came this far, you couldn’t back out now, not after getting their hopes up.
“Look, you’ve got this, Y/N. Just think about how much fun you’re going to have and try not to focus on the fact that a ton of strangers will be watching you have sex...”
Whatever reassurance you felt was swept away by the latter part.
You cursed to yourself. You and your stupid mouth.
Ringing the doorbell, you tapped your foot in order to give your nerves an outlet. You didn’t have much time to do it as the door opened, revealing the grinning face of Hoseok.
“Ah, Y/N, welcome! Come in, come in.” He stepped aside to let you enter the house. “Tae’s finishing up upstairs, he should be down any second now.”
Nodding, you looked around as Hoseok led you down the entryway and into a living room. Taehyung’s house had a simple and cozy vibe with various shades of black, brown and blue thrown around. You spotted picture frames with abstract art and various jazz musicians, not surprising to you as Taehyung had mentioned his interests outside of sex work.
“Take a seat, make yourself comfortable. Mr. Movie Star is fussing with his hair even though I told him it’s most likely going to get messed up.”
You giggled at how Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that wouldn’t make much sense, would it?”
“Right?! Ah, I knew I liked you for a reason.”
Laughing at the thankful look the manager gave you, you decided to take a seat on the leather couch, sitting upright. No point in getting too comfortable when Taehyung could arrive any second. Next to the couch, you spotted a rolling desk with a laptop set up on it, tilting your head in question.
“Is that yours, Hoseok?”
“Please, Y/N, call me Hobi. And yes, it is! Gotta moderate the chat room and be on standby in case anything happens during the show.”
Your eyes widened a bit at the last part of his statement. “A-Anything? Like what?”
Hoseok shrugged, hands in the pockets of his dress pants. “Oh, you know, the toy gets stuck somewhere, the model starts saying things they’re not supposed to, stuff like that.”
You winced at his explanation, hoping none of that would occur today. Hoseok noticed your reaction and slipped his hands out to hold them up in a comforting gesture.
“Ah, don’t worry though! That usually happens with some of my other clients but I’ve never had an issue with Tae before. Besides, judging by what was written in the contract—” He gave you a sunny smile. “I’m confident you two won’t have any problems.”
His reassurance did help a little but you couldn’t help but worry. Not about Taehyung but yourself. This was way out of your element. Hopefully you could calm down by the time the show started, not wanting to embarrass yourself and have Taehyung feeling like he should have picked another viewer to join him instead.
“Hyung, I’m ready! Is Y/N here yet?”
You and Hoseok looked out into the entryway where the deep voice came from.
“Yeah, she just arrived! Get your butt down here!”
Immediately, footsteps were heard bounding down a flight of stairs before Taehyung’s tall form appeared in the doorway, a pleased smile on his handsome face as he saw you. To your surprise, he wasn’t as formal today, opting for a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Didn’t mitigate his good looks whatsoever. If anything, it drew more attention to them.
“Y/N, good to see you again!”
You smiled at Taehyung, standing up as he walked over to let him give you a hug. Your nose twitched at the wafting scent of cologne and body wash coming from him. “Same to you!”
Taehyung stepped back, giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry for the wait, had to take a shower, the heat today killed me.”
“Ugh, tell me about it. It’s so late and yet it’s still so hot.” You motioned to your outfit. “I wasn’t planning to wear shorts tonight but Mother Nature said ‘fuck you’.”
Taehyung let his eyes travel over you, nodding. “Gotta do what makes you comfortable, right?”
Hoseok walked over to his laptop, peeking at whatever was on the screen.
“Looks like everyone is filing in already. Tae and Y/N, why don’t the two of you head up and get settled in before the show starts?”
Taehyung nodded. “Sure.” He turned to you and held an arm out towards the hallway. “Shall we?”
You nodded and gave Hoseok a pleasant smile. “Well, here we go…”
He walked back to you and rested a hand on your shoulder, giving you an encouraging grin. “Don’t worry, you’ve got this. Just do what feels right and don’t push yourself too hard. Besides—“ He beamed at his client.
“You’re in good hands here.”
With his words, you felt your worries ease a smidge, especially with how he vouched for Taehyung. “Thank you Hobi. See you when it’s all over.”
“Absolutely. Have fun, you two! Don’t be afraid to let me know if you need anything at all, I’ll be sitting here the whole time.”
The two of you gave him a thumbs up before Taehyung started leading the way out and up the stairs. At the end of the hallway was an open door that you followed him into, mouth opening at the somewhat familiar sight. His bedroom looked the exact same as it did in his videos, minus the purple lighting but with the addition of objects that gave hints as to who V was outside of camming.
A vase with a single rose on his dresser. The empty dog bed at the far corner of the room. And an easel with a half-finished painting over by the window.
“And here’s where the magic happens.”
Your lips twitched at his words, giving the model an amused look. “Quite the setup you’ve got here.”
Taehyung chuckled as you went along with his joke. “Thanks, it doubles as a sleeping space too.”
“Oh my God.” You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head. “So you’re a comedian too? What can’t you do?”
“Well—” He pouted. “I can’t change a tire or binge watch a show in one day.”
Now you laughed even louder, feeling your anxiety going away even more. “Come on Tae, you need to fix that one of these days!”
“I will, I will, promise!”
With his puppy-eyed look, you giggled. Deciding to get comfortable before everything started, you went to the foot of the bed and sat down, Taehyung joining you soon after. The two of you remained quiet for a bit until he decided to break the silence.
You looked up from your lap to see him gazing at you with his dark eyes. “Honestly, yes.”
Taehyung gave you a sympathetic smile, reaching a hand up to rest it on your bare shoulder (his touch felt so warm). “I can imagine, it’s a lot to handle. But a part of you must have really wanted to be on here or else you wouldn’t have signed up, no?”
“No, you’re right. I think...” You twiddled your thumbs and looked down again. “I think it’s a mix of that plus having to perform with someone way more experienced in this than I am. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Taehyung’s smile dimmed a bit at your admission. “Y/N, don’t count yourself out before we’ve even started. Besides...can I tell you something?”
Your head came up to give him a curious gaze. “Sure.”
His tongue ran out over his lips as his eyes darted off to the side for a while before returning. He looked almost timid now. “I’m pretty nervous too.”
Eyes widening in disbelief, you questioned, “You? Nervous? But you do this so often, why are you nervous?”
“Well, this is the first time I’m doing anything with another person. At least with myself, I know what my limits are and how to time things out, you know?”
Your face softened in understanding. “No, I get what you’re saying. But if you’re going to perform with me just like you do when you’re alone, then I think you’ll be fine.”
That seemed to ease Taehyung’s worries as his smile returned. “Thanks, Y/N...heh, look at this, I should be the one reassuring you, not the other way around!”
“Oh stop, does it really matter how it goes?” You beamed at the other before giving him a double thumbs-up. “I think we’ll be fine. Like Hobi said, I’m in good hands.”
Just when you thought you couldn’t feel more drawn to him, Taehyung grinned so wide that the backs of his teeth showed and his eyes squinted. He reflected your thumbs-up. “Then I guess we’ve got this in the bag.”
With that, the two of you spent the rest of the free time getting to know each other. You told him about what you did for a living and what you liked to do outside of that. Taehyung did likewise, revealing that he worked at an art museum and created his own paintings as well. Your jaw dropped when he mentioned that some of the frames you saw downstairs were his own works, commending him on his talent. He got a bit bashful and explained how he would love to do it full-time but it wasn’t enough to make a living, hence why he cammed on the side.
But before you realized, he looked over at his computer, jumping up to finish setting up for the show.
You thought your nervousness was gone but it decided to make a comeback now that it was actually about to happen.
Your fingers dug into the sheets while you gnawed on your bottom lip, watching as Taehyung double-checked everything. You hoped you disguised your anxiety enough when he turned back around to give you an expectant look.
“We’ve got two minutes to go...are you ready?”
Taehyung’s boxy grin came back before he ran out into the hallway, shouting down the stairs. “Hobi-hyung, we’re ready!”
“Alright Tae, we’re all set up down here, connection looks good and no one’s complaining about issues getting into the chat. We’re good to go!”
“Great!” With that, Taehyung ran back in, shutting the door behind him before messing with the lighting, causing you to jump as the room went from soft white to rich purple. He then walked over to the stereo and turned on some light jazz music, adding to the atmosphere. Once he was done, he plopped back down in his previous spot.
“Alright Y/N, just keep your eye on the webcam as much as you can. And try to talk to the viewers a bit too, reading and answering their questions makes them happy.” He shot you a smirk.
“But I’m sure you knew that already, right?”
Clearing your throat as your face heated up, you nodded. “Y-Yeah, I did.”
“Good. Looks like it’s showtime—” His hand came up to give you a gentle pat on the back. “You’re going to do great.”
You didn’t have time to thank him for his encouragement as the screen changed, showing a mirror image of you and Taehyung sitting together with the side portion consisting of the chatroom. Your eyes did their best not to bug out as you looked at the lens and straightened your posture.
“Hello everyone! Welcome back, I hope you all had an excellent week.” Taehyung read over the few comments asking how his week went. “Oh, you know, the usual bullshit but I’ve been pretty anxious for today...”
As he trailed off, his head turned towards you to give a bright grin (which you did your best to reflect). “Because we’ve got the lucky winner here today! Why don’t you introduce yourself to the chat?”
Nodding a little too quickly, you cleared the lump in your throat once more and gave a shy wave to the camera. “H-Hello everybody, I’m Y/N, um...” Oh right. “It’s nice to meet you all, but I’m sure I’ve talked to a few of you before, haha...”
Taehyung chuckled. “Thank you for joining me, Y/N. Are you excited to be here?”
“Of course!” You had to bite back your radiant grin as you tapped your feet on the wooden floor. “I-I still can’t believe I won...this is still a lot to process.”
“Well, believe it—” He scooted closer to bump his knee against yours. “This is the real deal and we’re going to have some fun today, right?”
You were ready to answer right away but the way his voice lowered towards the end tripped you up. “R-Right.”
Taehyung kept his professionalism going by continuing to interact with the chat and you but he could feel how restless you were. If you weren’t clasping your hands or gripping onto his sheets, you were bouncing your feet on his floor. And then you stuttered nearly every time you opened your mouth...
Especially whenever one of the viewers complimented or congratulated you.
“T-Thank you dom_chungha...”
Taehyung frowned lightly at the tremble in your voice, seeing the way you were fidgeting as well. Seems like you weren’t as relaxed as you made yourself out to be.
There was no way you would be able to do the show like this.
Taehyung interjected whenever a question was directed to him, coming up with a plan while he watched you continue to acknowledge and speak to the chat. But after a couple of minutes, his idea came to fruition, leading him to rest a hand on your forearm (blinking at how you damn near jumped out of your skin at the contact).
You turned your head and gave him an unsteady smile. “Y-Yes?”
Humming softly at your expression, he scooted back a bit on the edge of the bed before spreading his legs further to pat the space between them. “Why don’t you come and sit here? Might be more comfortable, no?”
Your eyes nearly bugged out at his offer, the sweet smile on his face completely inappropriate for the situation. But it was so tempting to give in and judging by the way his head tilted, it looked like he had a motive behind it. So you nodded slowly, getting up only to plant your bottom in the designated spot. As soon as you sat down, Taehyung held your upper arms and gently pulled your body back to rest against his, leaning down to whisper in your ear when he felt you tense up further.
“Relax, Y/N.” His hands started rubbing on your bare skin, goosebumps forming from the heated touch. “Just breathe. Pretend it’s me and you, no one else.”
Giving him a subtle nod, you continued to lounge against him, finding the firmness and warmth of his figure to be comforting. You weren’t sure if it was his words, the way he delivered them in his bassy voice or his touch but you found the uneasiness in your body ebbing away after some time. Almost like you were sitting in front of a giant teddy bear. The thought nearly made you giggle.
Now that you were distracted from your nerves, you went back to reading the comments popping up in the chat. You spotted a familiar username on the screen, lips twitching at what they typed out.
“Aw, sorry babyJ13, maybe next time you’ll win. I’ll be rooting for you!”
Taehyung’s own lips curled as your voice sounded less shaky now. Peeking on the screen again, he chuckled at the same person sending another message, complete with puppy eye emojis at the end.
“Yeah? You think Y/N is a lucky girl, baby?”
You giggled softly at the praise, leaning further into the man behind you. “I certainly feel like one right now.”
With the smile you shot him over your shoulder, Taehyung felt his heart skip a bit and heat began to rush down south. It was so much nicer to see the confidence on your face rather than uncertainty. Maybe he could start to take baby steps towards his end goal now...
Licking his lips, he rested his chin on your shoulder, hands still working on your arms. “Do you?”
“Mhm...it didn’t sink in until this morning that I get to do this with you. I was nervous all day but I prepared as best as I could.”
“Oh? What did you do?”
You looked up in thought, tapping your foot on the wooden floor. “I made a nice breakfast, exercised a bit, took a nice, long shower before I came here...just whatever would help me relax.”
Taehyung nodded, ready to move on until he noticed that you seemed to have more to say but held your tongue.
“Is that all?”
Out of habit, you withheld the last bit of info that made up your routine. But then you looked back at Taehyung and spotted those chocolate brown eyes giving you gentle encouragement. The last bit of your walls were coming down, thanks to this man; the least you could do was be completely honest with him.
“...no, that’s not all.”
With a raise of his brow, you wet your dry lips and continued speaking. “Well...ever since I woke up this morning...I’ve been touching myself.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched at the admission as he fought to keep his hips steady. “Yeah?”
You looked completely into his eyes. “Yeah. But I never let myself come...wanted to work myself up and save it for you, V. I’m sure you won’t disappoint me, right?”
The undercurrent of a challenge in your question and your gaze made his cock twinge, his grip on you tightening a mite as he pulled his bottom lip under his top teeth.
“I won’t. I aim to please all of my fans.”
You had temporarily forgotten about the audience that was present until he said that, your back straightening up a little as some of your anxiety returned. Taehyung frowned as he noticed this, cursing himself for being the cause. Wanting to get you calm again, he lowered his voice some more, tilting his chin down to look up at you under lowered lids.
“Y/N...how did you do it?”
You blinked, wondering if you heard him wrong. “H-Huh?”
“I said, how did you do it? How did you touch yourself?” He leaned in close, the tip of his nose close to touching yours as he husked, “I want...no, I need to know.”
Just when you thought your panties had a little more time to stay somewhat dry, he just had to do that. Who were you kidding, though? You had been wet practically all day but the second you stepped into Taehyung’s house, your arousal had increased to an all-time high. Your poor underwear had no chance of surviving today.
Swallowing the spit that had been gathering, you bit your lip, doing your best not to look away from his intense gaze. “I...well, usually I use a couple of toys and my hands but...I didn’t want to get carried away so I just stuck with my hands.”
“Huh...” Taehyung tilted his head, lips peeling back to allow his white teeth to peek out. “Do you mind giving me a play by play, baby?”
Your mouth popped open at his request, that smirk of his never fading, even as you gaped at him. Did he really just ask you to play with yourself in front of him? In front of thousands of viewers? Surprisingly, the thought wasn’t too intimidating. If he could do it weekly with no hesitation, why couldn’t you indulge just this once? No one in your personal life would know that you did such a thing (except for Jules but she hadn’t watched the show in months and made no indication that she was starting back up) and the only information the chat knew about you was your face and name. Plus the room was dimmed and shrouded in purple lighting, hiding most of your features that would make you recognizable in public...
Giving Taehyung a nod, you reached up and removed his hands off you before standing up to face him, making sure not to block the camera. Keeping your eyes locked with him as best as you could, you took in a deep breath and placed your hands on the waistband of your shorts. Sliding down to the button, you popped it open and grabbed at the zipper, taking your sweet time pulling it down.
Making sure that Taehyung’s eyes were still on your hands, you spread the fly apart and slowly slid the denim down your legs, putting on a show by wiggling your hips a little. Once your shorts pooled at your feet, you stepped out of them, one leg at a time, before kicking them off to the side. You must have made a great choice with the underwear you picked as the other’s lip was pulled under his teeth again, gaze zeroing in on the lace. Smirking at his reaction, you turned around, only allowing him a couple of seconds to get an eyeful of the back as you plopped down in your previous spot.
Taehyung immediately pulled your body flush against his, resting his palms on your waist now, massaging gently as he read over some of the comments popping up on his computer. A chuckle came out at the common theme in them.
“I guess the back really is as nice as the front, huh? Pity someone wouldn’t let me look for too long.”
His playfulness made your face heat up and your lips twitch. It looked like the viewers were starting to warm up to you, boosting your morale a little more. Turning your head, you shot him a pout.
“But I thought you wanted to see me touch myself? I can’t do that if you’re fixated on staring at my ass, now can I?”
Taehyung bit back a grin at how you were becoming more talkative now. “True, you can’t.” One of his hands trailed down to hook a long finger into the waistband of your underwear, pulling the fabric a bit before letting it snap back against your skin. “So why don’t you get started? I’m sure everyone would like to know just how you make yourself feel good.”
The lust swirling in his dark brown eyes and the sudden slew of comments on the screen was all the motivation you needed.
Running your tongue over your bottom lip, you nodded before turning your head back towards the camera. Taking in yet another deep breath, you relaxed against Taehyung further and slid a hand down to carefully cup your heated mound, hissing slightly at the contact to your oversensitive area. “Mnh...I just rubbed myself over my panties for a while...started as soon as I woke up.”
“Mhm—” Your hand reflected your statement by moving firmly over the lace. “It’s usually what I do when I start...hm—”
Taehyung rested his chin on your shoulder, watching closely as you started stimulating yourself, fighting the urge to grind his hips into your bottom. Instead, he channeled his energy into continuing to rub at your waist some more. “Go on...”
You sighed softly as the heat of pleasure that had been building up all day began making a full return, leaving your free hand gripping Taehyung’s thigh and your toes curling.
“Well, I was able to keep this up for a couple of hours until I had to go to work.” You pouted. “I had to sneak away to the bathroom a few times to give myself a little relief until I punched out.”
You felt a hum vibrating from Taehyung’s body before he chuckled. “Naughty, aren’t you? Playing with yourself on the clock—” His lips came up to brush your ear, making you shiver as he whispered, “What would your boss say if they knew?”
“Mm, they’d probably fire me...would be a blessing at this point, ah—”
A soft gasp escaped when you decided to give your neglected clit some attention. You slowly circled around the covered bud, tilting your head back to rest between Taehyung’s shoulder and neck. The action made his breath catch at the way you exposed your neck to him now, fighting the desire to go in and start planting kisses and bites all over the column. Biting back a swear, he slid a hand forward to gently rub your stomach before murmuring, “Keep going...talk to me.”
The movement of his hand and his deep voice ringing brought you back to your senses, focusing on moving your lips again. “I went home and continued, ngh— But I took my panties off because of how soaked they were and I needed that barrier gone.” Your eyes fluttered closed at a particularly intense sting of pleasure that traveled up your spine. “After the day I had, I was this close to making myself come, haha...”
“Fuck...” Taehyung failed to hold back now, the curse leaving him with an underlying hunger. “But you didn’t, right? You waited like a good girl?”
“Oh...I did, V. It was so tempting to fuck myself with my fingers but I resisted...just kept rubbing my pussy.”
Now you felt his grip on your side tighten while the hand on the front curled into the fabric of your shirt. “Good.”
Tearing his eyes away from the sight in front of him, Taehyung read over the chat again, biting his lip as the comments started coming in faster and faster. Many people seemed to be expressing the words that were on the tip of his tongue. Letting out a short laugh, he looked at you once more.
“Y/N, you’re doing great right now but...I think we all want to see more.”
Your eyes opened at his request, looking up to see those dark orbs staring directly at you now. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” A hand moved down to rest on top of yours, pressing it further against your mound, resulting in a sharp gasp from you. “Can you take these little panties off and let us all see that beautiful pussy of yours?”
There was no way you could deny that. You had been dying for some skin-to-skin contact plus Taehyung (and the fans) seemed to be dying for you to take it up a notch. Who were you to say no?
Licking your lips, you nodded. The other shot you a boxy grin before planting a kiss on your cheek, making your own warm up further. As soon as he removed his hand, you placed your own at the top of your underwear, shimmying the fabric down as you lifted your hips up. Once it was far enough, you wiggled your legs to kick them off onto the floor, keeping your thighs wide enough to show most of your intimate area. But that didn’t seem to be enough for Taehyung as his hands came down to hook underneath your knees, lifting your legs up to drape them over his own, spreading you further to the audience.
“Keep those legs nice and wide, baby. Show that pretty little cunt off to everyone.”
You wouldn’t be surprised if they could see how you clenched at the slight dominance in Taehyung’s voice.
Making sure you were comfortable enough in this new position, you swallowed the lump in your throat before shooting the camera a tiny yet coy smile.
Judging by the slew of hearts and stuck out tongue emojis, the answer was a yes.
You and Taehyung laughed at the responses, his chin perching on your shoulder once more. “Wow, I’m starting to think you guys forgot whose show this is.”
“Aw, don’t be sad, V. I didn’t mean to steal your fans.”
He chuckled. “Hey, I’m not. Besides, I don’t blame them for wanting to see this.” One of the hands under your knees gave a slight squeeze.
“I’m sure the sight is amazing right now...I’m almost a little jealous.”
You couldn’t hold back your shiver at the compliment, sure he could feel it with how close your bodies were pressed.
“Oh...well, you’ll get your turn soon enough. Just let me finish up and I’ll let you look all you want.”
Taehyung swore softly under his breath, just loud enough for only you to hear, both hands tightening on you now. “So generous. Ah, don’t let me distract you, baby, I’m starting to get yelled at by everyone.”
Giggling as you looked at the chat, sure enough, quite a few viewers were getting on his case and urging you to continue with your ministrations. “Okay, okay, calm down. Here, I’ll keep going.”
Lifting your hand up to your mouth, you ran your tongue over your fingers, making sure to wet the skin thoroughly. Just as you were about to reach back down to touch yourself again, Taehyung spoke up.
“Hold on, Y/N.” When you turned your head to look back with bewilderment, he raised a brow, eyelids a bit heavier than before. “Why don’t you make it a little wetter for me?”
A head tilt is what you gave him, bringing your hand back to your lips again only for him to shake his head. “No, not like that.” His onyx eyes lowered down to the area between your thighs. “Spit on it.”
Your mouth opened at the clarification, feeling a surge of wetness traveling down. Nodding quickly, you leaned your head forward, gathering up as much saliva as possible before letting it fall out of your mouth to drip onto your clit. You let out a small sound as you felt the spit slowly travel down to the crevices below your bud.
“There we go...now go ahead, baby.”
Sucking your lower lip in, you took in a deep breath to prepare yourself for what you were about to do. Lifting your hand, you eased down to brush the pads of your fingers against your clit, gasping at the lightning jolting up your spine at the touch. Taehyung chuckled deeply at your reaction, husking into your ear.
Taking a moment to calm down, you pressed a little harder now, gritting your teeth as the pleasure was almost overwhelming. But you were dying for some stimulation and so, you pushed through to start running your fingers up and down, becoming slick with your arousal and the spit. It only took a minute to have you panting softly, moans and low whines falling from your mouth as you touched yourself.
You were too overcome by the enjoyment to notice the way Taehyung was watching you. He should have been talking for the sake of his fans but he couldn’t bring himself to cover up the lovely noises you were making with his voice. It was a pity he couldn’t get a direct view of the action like the others were but this angle wasn’t one to fuss at. He could see every furrow of your brow and the way your lips parted and caught between your teeth. He could see how your nipples poked through your shirt, asking for him to pinch and pull at the nubs. And he could see your digits glistening with wetness whenever they returned to the top.
“Are you enjoying this, V?”
He didn’t realize that he began grinding into your ass until you spoke up with amusement. Feeling a bit flustered that he lost control for a bit, Taehyung covered himself to murmur, “Of course I am...do you not know how fucking sexy you look right now?”
Another moan came out at his words. “Mm, I don’t. It must be something, I can feel your cock poking me.”
Taehyung growled under his breath, emphasizing his arousal with a harder roll of his hips. “That’s because it’s dying to see this pussy wrapped around it. Driving me crazy back here, baby...”
A husky laugh left your lips at his admission, leaning your head back on his shoulder once more to shoot a teasing grin. “Soon, soon...believe me, I want that big dick of yours stretching me out so bad.”
You swore you saw something fierce pass over his face, returning into his usual lustful expression after a couple of seconds. “Glad to know we’re on the same page.”
Giggling coyly, you slid up to circle your clit, crying out softly at the strong rush that came soon after. “A-Ah—”
Taehyung figured there was no point in hiding how turned on he was anymore and continued grinding into you, gnawing at his lip as he gained some pleasure from the friction. To think that he had someone like you doing something so lewd right in front of him...he could honestly come in his pants if he kept this up. But his fans wouldn’t appreciate him tapping out so early and so, he maintained some self-control.
But then he spotted your fingers moving lower again, prodding with your middle and ring fingers at your entrance.
His breath caught before he strained out, “Fuck...baby, are you trying to finger yourself?”
“Yes, V...can I? Need something inside me, I’ve been wanting it all day...”
Taehyung didn’t hesitate to nod as you peered up at him with lowered lids, lashes fluttering. “Go ahead, gorgeous. Let everyone see that pussy stretch around them.”
Shooting a grateful smile, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his jaw (feeling gratification at the tremble you felt him give) and started working your digits inside your core, moaning a little louder at the feeling of being opened up. “Oh my God...”
Taehyung groaned at your sound, giving a harsh buck. “Damn baby...feels good?”
“Fuck yes—” Once you reached in as far as possible, you tried your best to ease the clenching of your sensitive walls before looking up at the other once more. “Can I move, V?”
“Yes—” His head leaned in until his lips brushed against yours as he growled out. “Fuck yourself on your fingers.”
Feeling thankful that he gave approval, you decided to kiss him since he was so close, biting back a grin at the slight surprise on his face before you looked back towards the camera. Sliding your fingers out past the first knuckle, you pushed them in quicker, starting a rhythm that gave you some temporary satisfaction. As torturous as it was to hold off all day, you were starting to think it was a good idea as you felt your pleasure rising a little faster than usual.
Taehyung gnawed on his lip as he watched your fingers reappear and disappear, over and over, glistening with your slick. The more he watched, the more he wished it was his own appendages (or even his cock).
For the first time, he wished that the camera wasn’t running so he could be selfish and indulge in your body without having to stretch things out for the sake of entertainment. But he had a show to run and had to wait his turn, even though he was yearning to take some action rather than just continue to sit there.
Unable to keep his hands still, he got your attention by nibbling on your earlobe before purring, “Y/N, can I touch you?”
You almost didn’t hear Taehyung with how focused you were, nodding as you panted out, “Please...”
“Where do you want me, gorgeous?”
“Oh fuck—” You threw your head back at a strong wave of bliss. “Please...play with my tits, baby.”
Cock twitching at your plea, Taehyung removed his hands from under your knees (making sure you stayed in your position) to slide his way from your legs and up your torso to cup your breasts, reveling in the way you arched into his touch. He carefully groped the mounds, brushing his fingers over the stiff buds peeking through your shirt. “Like that?”
“Yes...your hands feel so nice—”
Taehyung chuckled at your response, squeezing a bit harder as he leaned in to start pressing kisses to your cheek again. “Is this what you think about when you watch my shows, baby? My hands all over this lovely body of yours?”
You clamped down on your fingers, having to pause before continuing the thrusts. “Yes, V...”
“Mm...and you think about my cock sliding in and out of you instead of your fingers or a toy?”
“Yes, fuck, always...” You trembled when you felt him grind into your ass. “Don’t know if I could ever go back to those after this, hah—”
Taehyung grinned mischievously at that, pinching your nipples. “Aww, poor thing, I’m sure it’ll be hard. Why don’t I give you something to think about every time you’re alone, hm?”
“Please...” A whine escaped you when your palm brushed against your throbbing clit.
“Give it to me.”
The man behind you didn’t hesitate to give you his next command, grunting in your ear, “Make yourself come, baby. Soak those little fingers of yours.”
You almost followed his order immediately with how it was delivered but you held off, letting out a guttural moan instead. Nodding swiftly, you curled your digits to begin thrusting into your G-spot, the area swollen from the build-up of arousal. Crying out was all you could do as you completely leaned against Taehyung, only focusing on bringing yourself to the orgasm that had been escaping you all day. He continued to help by sliding his hands to the hem of your top to bunch it above your breasts, exposing them to the air with a low swear.
“Look at these pretty tits, we can’t let them hide any longer, Y/N.”
You nodded again, hoping it was enough to show that you were fine with that as words were completely failing you right now. It only took another minute before you started feeling the inklings of a strong climax, causing your hips to roll up and meet your hand in desperation. This didn’t escape Taehyung’s notice, still occupying himself with your tits.
“You gonna come soon, baby?”
“Ghh— Y-Yes, I’m so fucking close—!”
Taehyung jerked hard into you once more, nearly nudging you off the edge of the bed with its power. “Do it, gorgeous. Everyone wants to see how you look.”
Your nerves at having strangers watching you in an intimate moment were completely gone now, causing the other’s words to trigger your end. You went completely limp in Taehyung’s arms, letting out a choked sob as waves of white hot pleasure overwhelmed your entire being.
You couldn’t even keep moving your fingers with how tight you were clamping on them, holding them still to feel your walls fluttering. Hips jerking uncontrollably while you came, the only other thing you could register was Taehyung’s large hands continuing to massage your sensitive breasts and words of encouragement that he whispered in your ear. This was all you could register until your orgasm petered out, leaving you as nothing but a shaking and gasping mess.
“There we go, baby...feel better now?”
“M-Mhm...” You rolled your head back on his shoulder, a satiated smile on your sweaty face. “Thank you, V.”
Taehyung huffed out a laugh at how pleased you looked now, removing his hands from your chest to wrap his arms around your stomach. “You’re welcome, Y/N.” Looking back at the screen, his teeth flashed at the barrage of praises from the viewers. “Looks like they loved it, too.”
Lifting your head up at his comment, you squinted at the computer, only for your eyes to widen at the words in the chat.
[xpeachymomox]: whoa, that was SO hot 🥵 more pls???
[jooniebb]: that pussy was clenching so tight, can we see it around V’s cock next?
[babyJ13]: I was a bit jelly of her before but now I think I’ve seen the error of my ways 🤪✌️
As if your face wasn’t already hot, now it burned, threatening to set Taehyung’s bedroom on fire.
“O-Oh wow...th-thank you, everyone...” You looked back at the other with sheer curiosity. “Was I really that good?”
Taehyung returned your gaze with incredulity. “Of course! You just laid back and let go like you didn’t have thousands of people watching you—” A brow raised. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
A giggle left at his skepticism, leaving you to give his thigh a playful smack. “Honestly, I haven’t!”
Taehyung chuckled, reaching down to give your hand a squeeze. “Could have fooled me. You’re a natural, baby.”
Beaming even more at his compliment, you shifted a bit in place out of shyness. “Thank you, V.”
Pleased that you were looking a lot more comfortable than earlier, he let his eyes travel over to your other hand, digits still housed inside of your pussy. Licking his lips, Taehyung looked back into your eyes once more.
“Hey Y/N...mind if I get a taste of you?”
His delivery was as casual as if he was asking to borrow some sugar but his voice lingered with desire, deep brown eyes staring into yours. A shiver ran down your spine as you nodded, easing your fingers out with a soft sound before holding them up to his full lips. With no reluctance, Taehyung leaned forward to take the glistening appendages into his mouth, his tongue languidly swirling around them to gather up every drop of your essence. You could feel his moaning as he kept his gaze locked onto yours, not a drop of bashfulness or shame in the orbs.
Once he finished, Taehyung pushed your fingers out with his tongue, letting out a husky laugh afterwards. “Wow...you taste incredible, baby.”
The sight was almost too much for you, despite all of the raunchy scenarios you had seen this man in prior to today. You wondered whether he was putting on a show for the audience or you.
Something about his praise mixing with your emotions running high from your orgasm made you spring forward to capture his lips in a greedy kiss. A noise of surprise vibrated against your mouth before he began kissing back, groaning when your tongue crept out to brush over his bottom lip, asking for permission. It was granted as his mouth opened up to allow it in, tangling with his own while feeling around, brushing against the roof, the sides and his teeth.
You wanted to commit this feeling to memory.
Taehyung was enjoying this just as much as you were, wishing the two of you could keep this up for a while longer but the show had to go on. Forcing himself to pull back, he laughed softly at how your eyes still remained closed. Licking away the string of spit that still connected your mouths, he reached up and brushed one of the strands on your damp forehead off. “Baby, don’t you want more than just kissing? Not that I’m not enjoying it, but...”
As he trailed off, you opened your eyes back up, seeing him watching you with curiosity as to what the next move was. It didn’t take long for you to make an executive decision, gaze breaking from his to travel down to the prominence at the front of his sweatpants.
“V.” The hand on his thigh slid up to rest its fingers on it, pressing down enough to feel it give a jump. “Let me see that beautiful cock of yours.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched at the headiness of your tone, nodding quickly. His answer made a coy smile form on your lips, standing up before turning to fully face him. Grabbing his shoulders, you carefully pushed until he was leaning back on his arms. He quickly readjusted his position for the camera to get a better view before you knelt in the space between his legs. Your hand grasped the hem of his shirt, pushing it up enough to see the waistband of his pants. Glancing up for a second, you giggled quietly at how expectantly Taehyung was looking at you. “Yes?”
Rolling his eyes at how you were teasing him, he pouted a bit. “Y/N...”
The whining was endearing (only because it was him, honestly), your laugh coming out louder as you dipped your fingers past the elastic. “Don’t worry baby, I’m coming.”
“Oh, are you?”
Now you rolled your own eyes at his joke, looking over your shoulder at the camera to shake your head. “Is this a camshow or a comedy special?”
Taehyung laughed, reaching up to rest his hand on yours, giving it a careful squeeze. “Sorry, sorry, couldn’t help it. I’ll behave now, promise.”
As soon as his hand returned to its previous place, you began sliding the rest of your own underneath his pants to make the journey towards your destination. You paused when your fingers brushed against short hairs and skin instead of fabric. Blinking rapidly, you looked up at Taehyung to see him shooting you a knowing grin.
“Figured I’d make it easier on you by going commando.”
A short laugh came out at that. “So considerate.”
Taehyung chuckled, groaning lowly once you wrapped your hand around his length. It felt hot and heavy in your palm and your fingers almost didn’t touch. You were desperate to see his cock in person but you had to tease him some more and put on a show. Licking your lips, you moved to his tip to collect the wetness gathered there, using it to slick up the rest of him before sliding your hand up and down.
You gave him a flirtatious smile. “Feels good?”
“Yes...been wanting you to touch me since you stepped foot in my house.”
Your thighs rubbed together at his words. “Oh?”
“Mhm—” Taehyung ran his tongue over his teeth while tilting his head. “Feels better than I expected, baby.”
A small giggle escaped, feeling a bit flustered at the compliment. “Good, I hope I won’t disappoint you, V.”
“I’m sure you won’t— Ah!”
The squeeze you gave him at the base caused the noise, hips jolting at the rush of pleasure. You were using your knowledge of watching him jerk himself off on his previous shows to satisfy him, happy to see that it was working. If only you had paid this much attention back in school.
“Fuck...” Taehyung panted softly as you continued stroking him, unable to take the teasing after a couple of minutes. “Baby, I want more...”
He licked his lips. “I do...I’m sure you do too, yeah?”
You couldn’t hold back the way your hips shifted at his heated gaze. “Yeah...”
Taehyung huffed as he sat up a bit, resting his hand on yours once more to pause your movement. “Then why don’t you get my cock out, gorgeous? I know you must be dying to see it in person.”
Cheeks warming as he had you figured out from the jump, you nodded, receiving a smirk in response. Once he let go, you slipped your hand out of his pants to grab the waistband, waiting until his hips were raised to begin pulling down. Your breath caught in your throat as more and more of his skin was uncovered until the hidden treasure was revealed, a sound somewhere between a moan and a gasp leaving your lips.
“Oh my God…” Your hands went and wrapped around his cock to lift it, licking your lips at the sight. “It’s so fucking big…”
Big wasn’t the only way you would describe Taehyung’s length. The skin was darker than the rest of him with a tip that was tinted red and glistening with precum. You could feel how thick it was when your hand was down his pants before but actually seeing it blew your mind. And with the way his dick curved slightly and prominent veins ran along the underside, your pussy clenched at the thought of how it would feel rubbing against your walls.
The camera did not do him justice at all.
“Like what you see, baby?”
Taehyung’s ego was stroked at the awestruck look you gave him, nodding while your lashes fluttered.
“Haha, I can tell, you’re damn near drooling down there.” He shot you a crooked smile.
“Why don’t you go on and get a taste too? See how nice it would feel to have my cock in that lovely mouth of yours?”
With no hesitation, you nodded faster than before, leaning down to run your tongue over the head, moaning softly at the slight saltiness going onto your tastebuds. “Mm...tastes so fucking good.”
Taehyung pulled his lower lip in as your eyes refused to break contact when you did that, reminding himself to sit back and let you indulge. Remembering his viewers all of a sudden, he looked up to shoot the camera a lewd grin. “Having fun, everyone?” He was ready to return to watching you until he spotted a few people requesting something very specific in the chat.
“Huh...good idea. Y/N.”
Pausing in your taste testing, you gave Taehyung a curious look.
“Everyone wants a better view, mind switching it up?”
“No, not at all. How should we do this?”
Lips twitching in mischief, he waited until you released him to get off the bed and stand at the foot of it, his body sideways to the screen. He looked at you before pointing to the floor in front of him, husking out, “Get on your knees for me, baby.”
Clenching at the authority in his baritone, you clambered off the bed to follow his directions, enjoying this angle you got of his heavy length jutting out from the rest of his lean body. Taehyung licked his lips, loving this sight as well, thinking about how submissive you looked.
Whimpering quietly at the compliment, you reached up to take him in your grasp again, not wanting to keep the audience waiting (well, that and because you wanted him back in immediately). Lifting your head up to hover above, you gathered spit before releasing it on top of his dick, catching the excess with your fingers so it didn’t drip onto the floor.
“That’s it, make it nice and wet...”
Licking your lips at his praise, you wrapped your other hand around the rest of him, only leaving a bit of his shaft and his head out. Taking it into your mouth, you sucked steadily as your hands stroked the rest of him, keeping your eyes locked with his.
“Oh shit...yeah, just like that, baby—”
Smiling around him at the encouragement, you pulled off for a second to let some more spit drip onto him, returning to giving him suction while your hands moved faster.
Taehyung could barely keep his head down to watch as you worked his cock over with enthusiasm. He wasn’t even fully inside and yet he was panting like a dog in heat. You knew just the right spots to run over with your fingers and palms and occasionally threw your tongue into the mix. You really must pay close attention to his shows to have this information on hand like this.
And then you started twisting on him.
His hips lurched while his head fell back for a while, pleasure smacking him across the face. Needing some type of anchor to keep himself focused, Taehyung reached up to grip the top of your hair. This helped as he was able to bring his head down again, dark eyes noticing how your own twinkled in pride at getting him to falter for a bit.
You pulled off of his cock to laugh at his pouting, keeping your hands in motion. “Mm, sorry baby, I know how much you like this.”
“Hmph, I wouldn’t expect any less from one of my ‘biggest fans’.”
Your face warmed up at his teasing, bringing up what you blurted out when the two of you first met. “Hey, don’t tease me.”
Taehyung chuckled as you became flustered, giving your head a gentle pat. “Sorry, Y/N. I’ll be good, promise.”
He didn’t sound very apologetic to you so you pouted some more, unwrapping one of your hands from his cock. “I don’t believe you, V—” You brought your lips closer to his tip before purring out, “Looks like I’ll have to keep you quiet, hm?”
Taehyung’s smile faltered a bit at your words but it completely dropped once you started taking him into your mouth, ripping a groan straight from the depths of his chest. “Oh my God—”
Grinning around him at how he twitched at the new move, you began sucking gently while bobbing on him, not letting the tip out at all. You felt his hips jerk after a few times, unable to resist the reaction to your actions. You were only semi-aware of the people watching you blow him but you pushed the thought to the back of your head to focus mainly on the man in front of you. Hopefully what you were doing was enough fodder for the viewers.
“Wow baby...you’re sucking me off so well—” Taehyung’s voice rumbled out once more, eyelids heavy with sheer lust as he kept his gaze on you. “And you look so good on your knees like this...shit—”
You moaned around him, receiving a jolt of his hips in response to the vibrations. The desire to hear more of his approval and sounds rose in you, leading you to decide on trying something more drastic. Removing your hand, you slid your head down further until his tip nearly rested on the back of your tongue, ripping a gasp from Taehyung.
There was still a good portion of his cock that wasn’t inside but it was enough to make his knees weak, having to gather up some inner strength to stay upright. And then you decided to start bobbing again, obscene sounds echoing from your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks. Drool started building and leaking out of the edges, spreading onto your chin and drizzling down off his length.
“Shit, gorgeous, you’re making such a fucking mess down there...you love tasting my cock that much?”
You could only moan around his dick, feeling your arousal dripping out of your pussy the longer you had him in your mouth. Your fingers twitched for a second as you debated on touching yourself yet again.
But the man above you must have noticed somehow as he growled out, “Keep your hands to yourself, baby. The next time you’re getting off is by my fingers only, understand?”
You gave your answer with another sound and your nails dug further into your thigh.
“That’s my girl.”
His praise only made your lust for him grow, wanting to push yourself a little farther than you were used to. You had only tried this once before with an ex with near disastrous results and whatever practice you had taken in your free time went to waste once you broke up. You debated in your mind whether to go through with it.
It could go either very well or very bad.
Fuck it; this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Taking in a deep breath through your nose, you calmed the muscles in your throat as much as possible before sliding down inch by inch. When Taehyung’s tip hit the back, you gave a short gag at first, quickly begging your body to fight the urge, lest you embarrass yourself in front of thousands of people. As soon as the feeling was gone, you pressed on, managing to press your nose to his crotch, the hairs tickling you.
“Jesus fucking Christ—”
The guttural swear that left Taehyung’s mouth was worth the slight ache in your airway and the tears building in your eyes. Your blurry vision managed to catch him staring down at you with unbridled fascination, heavy pants falling from his parted lips.
“You’re amazing, baby...”
His compliment only increased your need for more.
Keeping your gaze steady on his, you tightened around him by swallowing. Your nose scrunched slightly as he twitched in response and gripped your hair harder, a low growl leaving him.
“Such a hungry little thing, swallowing me down like your life depended on it. Wish I could fuck this throat of yours—”
The thought of Taehyung taking control of your mouth like that made you squirm in place but you knew you weren’t ready for that level of deep throating just yet. So you continued gulping around his cock, hoping this was enough for now. He seemed to be okay with it, continuing to moan and say all kinds of filth to you. But you got carried away and forgot to keep your spit from sliding into your throat, eyes flying wide open as you nearly choked. Gagging hard around him, you pulled off, coughing as a thick strand of saliva still connected you to his wet length.
“Shit, you okay?”
Your watery eyes looked up to see Taehyung giving you a worried look, his hold on your hair easing up to stroke it gently. Sniffling, you nodded, face hot with mortification. “Y-Yeah...sorry, that was uncool of me.”
He frowned and gave your head a gentle pat. “Relax, Y/N, you’re fine. Don’t want you hurting yourself for my sake.”
His concern for you plus the feel of his hand eased your embarrassment, a soft smile forming on your swollen lips. “Okay...”
Taehyung reflected the expression, glancing at the chat while you recovered. He tried not to let his face show the annoyance he felt at the couple of viewers who taunted you, claiming that they would do a much better job if they were in your place instead. Not wanting you to read the rude comments and feel worse than you already did, he looked back at you.
“You know, what you were doing before was nice too...”
You looked up as he spoke softly. “Was it?”
“Yeah—” Taehyung played with your hair a bit as he cocked his head. “Why don’t you give me more of that?”
Grateful that he wasn’t pushing you to strain yourself again (not that you would have expected him to), you gave him a brighter grin before reaching up to wrap around his dick once more, pushing the rest of him into your mouth. Taehyung hummed in pleasure, grasping your head for support again.
“There we go...”
Making a sound of appreciation around him, you returned to the pace you had earlier, deciding to give everyone something to look at by keeping your lips loose enough for drool to come out steadily.
It was taking everything in Taehyung not to embarrass himself in front of his fans (and well, you) by coming early. But the sight and sensations below him was just too fucking much.
Those pretty eyes of yours looking up at him with sheer lust and marvel. Your mouth stretched out around part of his cock while your hand wrapped around the rest of it, twisting as it met your bobbing head over and over. And the amount of spit that was getting everywhere...
Smearing around your lips and down your chin. Coating your whole hand. Dripping down in globs onto his floor and your bunched up shirt, leaving your exposed breasts shining.
He had to put a stop to this.
Gritting his teeth at a sudden surge of bliss, Taehyung reached up and grabbed your wrist, tugging at it. “Baby, baby, stop—”
Furrowing your brows, you paused your hand and pulled off of him, panting hard as you caught your breath. “What’s wrong?”
“Hah, I’m this close to coming in that pretty mouth of yours if you keep going.”
Feeling a stroke to your ego at his confession, you smirked up at him while tilting your head.
“Ah, I see. We can’t have that just yet, can we?”
“No, we can’t.”
Taehyung reached a hand down to help you up, guiding you to stand in front of him before his mouth descended on yours with hunger. While he had you distracted with the kiss, he reached down to grip your ass and lift you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist and grip on his shoulders for support.
Turning towards the bed, he pulled away only to drop you on the foot of it, chuckling at the squeak you let out as your body bounced on the mattress. Leaning on your elbows, you watched with bated breath as Taehyung held your knees, parting them further as he kneeled on the floor between them, looking up at you with unbridled greed.
“I’ve got to touch you for real now, baby. Just groping those lovely tits of yours wasn’t enough.”
You trembled at his words, the tone even deeper than usual. “V...please, I want it.”
You guessed by his position that he already figured out how he was going to carry this out but maybe he wanted to hear it straight from your mouth.
“I...I want you to eat my pussy. Please?”
Taehyung was ready to oblige regardless but then you practically mewled out that last word, making him groan as his cock twitched in response.
“Of course, gorgeous. Need to taste you even more.”
You bit your lip as he wasted no time bringing his head closer to your wet folds, holding back a whimper as the heat of his breath washed over them. Taehyung seemed to be teasing you on purpose by holding back, barely hiding a cheeky grin at how you squirmed before him. But just before you gave in and started begging, his tongue came out to run along your cunt, starting from the bottom and going all the way to the top, giving your clit a flick.
“Mmm, so fucking sweet. Tastes better straight from the source.”
Taehyung smirked at how you looked away for a second, flustered at his words. To bring your attention back to him, he went to the lower part of your area, lapping at your entrance to pull a sharp gasp from your mouth.
The move making you push out even more of your arousal, Taehyung licked it up the second it landed on his tongue, his dark brown eyes locked onto yours with no shame. Now he rested the tip at your hole, pushing inside a bit once it stopped clenching, smiling against you when your hips jerked in response.
Laughing a bit at your reaction, Taehyung slipped it out. “You like it like that, baby?”
“Mnh, kind of...”
He tilted his head at your languid response. “Then what do you like?”
You had to take a few seconds to mull over just how you wanted him to pleasure you. The moment you came to a solution, your lips twitched in restrained mischief. Feeling a dash of spunk right now, you took a hand and let it creep down your stomach, brushing over your mound to rub a finger over your swollen bud.
“Well, I really like having my clit played with, mm...” You had to press your lips together to keep from grinning at how Taehyung’s heavy eyes zeroed in on your digit. You decided to torture him some more by moving down to your entrance, sliding it in with a soft whine. “And well, you saw how I reacted when I fingered myself before— Fuck—”
To drive it home, you pressed onto the rough patch inside and pumped into it, the wet sound echoing loud enough for the both of you to hear. You were only able to enjoy this bit of stimulation for less than a minute before a strong grip around your wrist made you pause. Looking down with a frown, your breath caught at the fierce gaze Taehyung was giving you, eyes nearly as black as his hair.
“I thought I told you that you’re only getting off by my hand.”
“Mm...you did, didn’t you?”
He flashed his teeth as he pulled, forcing your finger to slip out. “Then sit back and be a good girl for me, Y/N.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. You brought your hand back up when he released your wrist, watching like a hawk as Taehyung leaned in close again. His jaw clenched and moved for a bit before he spat onto your folds, soaking the skin even more. He groaned at the sight of his spit traveling down and moved his hand to gather some of it on his pointer fingers before resting them on your clit, rubbing it fast to pull a cry out from you.
“Like that, gorgeous?”
Taehyung smirked, leaning forward to spit on you again. “Gotta make sure this pussy is nice and wet so it can take my fingers.”
You brought your head to give him a baffled look. “Like I haven’t been dripping since I got here— Oh my, V—”
He hummed casually as he rolled the bud between his thumb and index finger. “Hmm, I know but it doesn’t hurt to be cautious, no?”
You couldn’t open your mouth without letting out a sound of bliss as he kept playing with your clit. A tiny part of you was starting to regret letting him in on what tickled your fancy. Just a tiny part.
“Baby, please, I want more...”
Taehyung raised a brow at your plea. “Yeah? What do you want from me?”
A sound between a desperate groan and a snarl escaped you, much to your surprise. “I don’t care, just make me come already, fuck!”
His laughing rang out in the room, not expecting you to react that way. “So demanding. Well, you did an amazing job sucking me off, so...”
Instead of finishing his sentence, Taehyung removed his fingers and latched on to give a fierce suck, ripping a shriek out of you.
And then he had to up the move by humming to give the sensitive bud pleasant vibrations.
You had fantasized about having him between your legs so many times, either at work or at night when you laid in bed. There was only so much you could do with your own hands to recreate the feeling. How could you imitate the way his tongue began rolling your clit and how he tightened his lips on and off?
For now, you would focus on this current situation to use as fodder for future solo sessions.
Taehyung’s tongue kept working on you, letting saliva drip out on purpose to join the rest of his mess down below. His eyes concentrated on your facial expressions and the way your body answered to his ministrations. Your head tipped back for a while before coming back up to watch him with heady eyes. Your back arched, breasts jiggling slightly with each lurch. Your mouth released nothing but keens and whines, praise lingering in the tone of each word.
“V...give me more, please...”
“Mm?” He pulled off for a second to lick his coated lips while peeking up at you. “Talk to me, Y/N.”
Groaning in frustration at his typical teasing, you told whatever timidity that lingered to fuck off before rasping out, “Put your fingers in me...fuck me with them, please—”
Taehyung grunted at your plea, nodding. “Don’t have to tell me twice, baby. Wanna see how tight this pussy is.”
True to his word, he brought his digits up to press past your folds, teasing your entrance with his index finger.
Shivering at your command, Taehyung added his middle one and rubbed at the hole until it opened up a bit, wasting no time sliding them in, swearing at the feeling of your walls around him. “Shit, baby, you’re already gripping me—”
“F-Fuck...your fingers feel so nice...so long, agh—”
He wasn’t even inside all the way and he was already hitting spots that you could only reach with your toys. As soon as he buried up to the knuckle, Taehyung began a steady rhythm, the friction making your head fall back once more.
“Oh yes, baby...just like that...”
“Yeah?” He licked his lips at your approval. “You like me fucking you like this?”
Taehyung gave an almost feral grin at your whine. “Maybe I could just make you come on my fingers and call it a day?”
Your head whipped up so fast to give the man between your legs an offended look. “Hell no. I’m not leaving here until— oh— I get that cock of yours inside me!”
Predicting you to have a strong response, he laughed and patted the outside of your thigh with his free hand. “Down girl. I wouldn’t do you like that.” A brow lifted as he smiled more. “Besides, the feeling is mutual. I’m dying to see how this pussy would feel wrapped around me.”
You clamped on his digits at that. “Good.” Deciding to read over the chat again, you sat up a little to look over the screen. Biting your lip, you saw a few comments that stroked your ego.
[bomiallnightlong]: fuck, you two are so hot together, can’t wait until you start fucking 😛
[KookyBun]: V, I love you but hurry up and make her come before I run over and do it instead 😤
[tonguetechsupport]: I don’t want the show to end but goddammit, I wanna see some railing before I end up busting
“Hey V, everyone is getting impatient.”
Taehyung tilted his head before looking behind his shoulder, huffing at the words with amusement. “I can see that. Alright, alright, everyone. I think we’ve been tormenting you enough—” Now he looked back up at you. “Time to give them something to cheer for?”
Judging by his expression, he was finally going to give you what you had been dying for.
“Lead the way.”
Taehyung gave a boxy grin, pressing his lips to your inner thigh. He slid his fingers out a bit, making you whimper in need until you felt the tips start to curl and rub against your frontal walls. But that whimper quickly turned into a cry when you were forced to arch your back at the sudden jolt shooting up your spine.
Seems like he had found your sweet spot.
“Y-Yes! Holy shit—“
All you could do was hold onto the sheets for dear life as Taehyung pumped into it with ardor, a sound lewder than the one you had made before emitting from your core. Having someone else touch you down there was way more gratifying than your own hand and you felt your pleasure building up even quicker.
“Damn baby, you sound so fucking wet— Can’t wait to get inside there with my cock...”
It didn’t help that the man below was spewing more filth from his full lips, eyeing his glistening fingers with marvel.
“Hnh, c-can’t wait either, a-ah!”
Taehyung could see that you were getting closer and closer to your end with the way your voice got louder and your hips refused to stay still on the bed. With a look of determination, he sought to get you there as soon as possible and leaned down to give your swollen bud some attention again.
“O-Oh fuck, right there, right there—!”
You wanted to reach down and dig your fingers into his obsidian locks and hold tight but something told you not to give in for fear of ripping some strands out. Pretty sure Taehyung wouldn’t want to have a bald spot.
The man between your legs continued to lap at your clit with fervor while his fingers worked you up to a finish that felt like it was going to hit hard. You felt the sudden swells more than once, preparing yourself to turn into an absolute mess but an odd pressure in your lower stomach was holding you back.
Grunting at another rise, you jerked your hips up while whimpering out, “V…I-I wanna—“
Taehyung pulled off to raise a brow at you. “You wanna come? Go ahead, I’m not stopping you.”
“I-I know but…”
You weren’t sure if you should explain to him what the issue was, not wanting to kill the mood.
A stern voice called your name, causing you to look down at the other, breath catching at how he gazed at you with unadulterated dominance.
“Come for me, now. Let it out, gorgeous.”
You weren’t sure if it was his assertive tone, the way his dark eyes looked at you or the harsh thrust he gave into your spot but your body quickly obeyed his command.
“A-Ah fuck— V!”
A scream barreled out of your throat as shockwaves gripped your body, causing you to collapse on the bed fully. Your eyes squeezed shut as you did your best not to go under and drown but his fingers kept moving and then his lips went back to sucking your sensitive clit, leaving you an absolute mess.
You couldn’t even register the other way that your body responded to the intense orgasm.
Taehyung kept his mouth working, despite your shrieks, until he felt something spray against his chin. Knitting his brows, he pulled off, only to drop his jaw in awe at the cause of the wetness.
“Holy shit—“ Taehyung watched with slight wonder as you gushed around his digits, still moving in and out of you with abandon. “Look at you, making such a fucking mess on my hand and sheets…”
You couldn’t hear his words either, your hearing temporarily muffled until finally, you were allowed to come up for air. Thankfully, he had mercy on you and slowed his fingers down considerably, going for straightforward thrusts now. The second you felt the last tremor run out, you flopped back, your damp and heated skin sticking to the sheets. You turned your head to press your cheek to a cool spot, moaning weakly in light relief. Feeling Taehyung slip out of you, you whimpered at how oversensitive your walls were now, torn between asking for a break or wanting more.
“Fuck, baby, that was a lot—“ A chuckle of disbelief came out. “You even got it on my shirt!”
At his exclamation, you finally mustered up enough strength to lift your head and look down at Taehyung, gasping at the sight.
His mouth down to his chin was wet with your release, a couple of drops sliding down his tanned skin. And sure enough, there were darkened spots on the white fabric, large enough to make your face heat up even more.
“O-Oh my God…I-I’m so sorry! I-I don’t usually do that—”
Taehyung laughed at your apology, shaking his head as he licked some of the mess off his lips. “Don’t be sorry, baby—” His lids lowered as he breathed out. “That was so fucking hot.”
As if his husking wasn’t enough, he lifted his wet fingers up to his mouth, inserting them to suck your mess off with a muffled groan.
“Goddamn, thought you couldn’t taste even better...”
Looks like you were ready for more with the way your pussy clenched at the sight.
Taehyung finished licking off whatever was leftover, only to notice you giving him a look full of outright yearning.
“Hm? What’s that look for?”
Your eyes narrowed as he playfully taunted you. This didn’t deter him, his head tilting in mock confusion.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
Realizing that words alone weren’t much of a useful weapon against him, you sat up (ignoring how your arms trembled in resistance) and scooted forward enough to lean down and ball your fists into his shirt, pulling him into a harsh kiss. You couldn’t tell whose groan was louder, his from the unexpected move or yours as you got a taste of yourself. Not wanting to waste any more precious time, you pulled back an inch to husk with lidded eyes.
“Fuck me, V. Get up here and give me that fat cock of yours now.”
Your idea seemed to work wonders as you saw that feral expression from earlier show up on his face again, nodding as he snarled.
“As you wish.”
With that, Taehyung stood up and grabbed the top of his soiled t-shirt, practically ripping it off before tossing it to the floor to join his discarded pants. Even in your post-orgasm bliss, your gaze roamed over his exposed torso. You had seen his body so many times on camera that you could picture it with your eyes closed but the image couldn’t compare to seeing it in person.
His toned chest and arms that were shining with a light sweat and dusky brown nipples that stood stiff. A flat stomach that was heaving with desire and sat above a rock-solid cock, the head wet and beading with precum. The owner of it noticed you staring and smirked, reaching a hand up to wrap around the length.
“What are you waiting for, baby? You want this fat cock inside you, no?”
“Yes, I do...”
Taehyung huffed out a laugh while giving himself a squeeze. “Mm...then come get it.”
Something in you snapped at the command, leading you to kneel up on the bed before grabbing his shoulders, turning and pushing him down to land flat on his back. An ‘oof’ came out of him but the grin on his face never faded as you quickly straddled him, sitting your wet folds directly on his dick.
“You wanna ride me, gorgeous? Wanna sit on my cock?”
You huffed at his teasing, grinding your hips down. “Fuck yes…need to see how well you’ll fuck me—“
Taehyung grinned lasciviously at your admission, bucking up against you. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I won’t disappoint you, baby.”
Smirking down at him, you lifted your hips before reaching underneath to hold his cock, angling it to run the tip up and down your folds. “Mmm...you better not.”
Taehyung licked his lips as your wetness coated him, peeking over your shoulder to take a quick glance at the screen. The comments were in a frenzy, many begging the two of you to go on and get to the fucking already. Smirking, he took the initiative to please the viewers by thrusting up once he felt his head in line with your entrance, pulling a sharp gasp out of you at the sudden intrusion.
You clenched around his tip instinctively, forcing yourself to relax so he could continue. You had been waiting so long for this; you couldn’t delay it anymore.
So you started sliding down on the rest of his cock, making your mouth fall slack at the stretch.
“O-Oh my God...”
“Oh fuck, baby—“ Taehyung eyed you with unbridled need. “This pussy is so tight, can barely fit my cock in there…”
It didn’t help that you immediately tightened around him at his words, forcing you to pause for a bit before continuing until he bottomed out. The second you stopped, your head hung down in overwhelming, panting as you did your best to adjust to the pressure. As turned on as you were right now, it still wasn’t enough to take in someone of Taehyung’s size with little issue.
You heard said man whisper to you, concern in his dark brown eyes.
“Y-Yeah...you’re just really fucking big...”
Taehyung chuckled, biting his bottom lip cheekily. “Oh yeah?”
“Yes—” You leaned down to press your nose against his. “You didn’t get the memo when I choked on your cock earlier?”
A twitch inside and a grip of your hips was the response you got. “Ah, right. My bad. Does that mean you won’t be able to handle me, baby?”
You scoffed, giving a clench for good measure. “I didn’t say that. Don’t worry, I’m a big girl, I think I’ll be able to handle you now.”
“Hmph, if you say so.”
Grinning, you pecked his lips before resting your hands next to his head to support yourself, lifting your hips up slowly only to go down slightly faster. After a few more motions of this, you began letting out soft noises of bliss, the discomfort from earlier fading away.
“You feel so fucking good right now, Y/N...wish I could stay in you all day—”
You were going to let Taehyung know that you shared his wish until he gave a roll of his hips, making you gasp loudly.
His sudden thrust motivated you to increase your speed, the sounds of your ass hitting his thighs starting to fill the room, combined with your whining moans and his ragged groans. You looked down at him, licking your lips at his nearly black eyes watching you with sheer lust, fluttering closed every so often.
“Oh baby…I bet your ass looks so good bouncing on me right now—“
You rolled your hips down at that, savoring the louder groan Taehyung let out. “Yeah? Pity you can’t see it, mnh— Guess you’ll have to watch your video later for that.”
Eyes narrowing a bit at your teasing, a lightbulb went off in his head, prompting an impish smirk to form.
“Hm, I don’t know about that, baby. Might be able to get a good view of it sooner than I expected.”
Tilting your head in confusion, you cried out as Taehyung pulled you off of him, your core squeezing in need. “Hey!”
“Shh, gorgeous. Turn around and get back on.”
Mouth opening as you understood what he was asking for, you nodded swiftly and clambered back onto his lap, lining up once again as he held up his cock. You quickly lowered down, having an easier time taking him in than before. Once you were seated, you felt Taehyung make a sound of approval as he rested his hands on your ass. “Go on, baby.”
He didn’t need to tell you twice as you immediately placed your hands on the bed to start riding him again. This angle felt just as good, allowing pants and moans to fall from your lips as he brushed along your walls.
“Mm, fuck, V—”
“Goddamn, Y/N—” A sudden smack to one of your ass cheeks made you cry out. “I was right, this ass looks so fucking sexy from here...”
Trembling for a few seconds at the unexpected spanking, you decided to up the ante and bury Taehyung inside you, rolling your hips enough to poke your bottom out as far as possible each time, biting back a grin at the loud swear that left him. That plus the harder smack you received on the other cheek was just what you wanted.
“You’re so fucking dirty, baby, making me spank you like this—”
“Mhm, I love it, V—” You wiggled side to side as you peeked over your shoulder. “Feels nice having those big hands of yours on me.”
Taehyung hissed as the motion gave him a strong rush of pleasure, forcing him to thrust up as he dug his fingers into your flesh. “Shit—”
A sound between a giggle and a moan escaped you, returning to moving up and down on him once more, receiving some grateful words. While your hips worked, you brought your head forward, remembering the webcam staring you right in the face. Many of the words flying on the screen were just as lewd as what was going on in this bed right now, making your body heat up more and your walls flutter. But a few comments were asking for Taehyung to be a little more vocal, knowing how loud the model could get when he was really enjoying himself. You knew firsthand, as well.
Licking your lips, you decided to try something to attempt to fulfill the viewers’ wishes.
“O-Oh fuck—!” Taehyung groaned out loudly as you started squeezing your muscles around him each time you came down, forcing him to throw his head back into the mattress. “Godammit, Y/N—”
“Hm, you like that, baby? Like when my pussy gets nice and tight on this dick?”
“Jesus, what do you think? Ngh—!”
His snark was interrupted by another moan, making you laugh softly. “I’m thinking yes?”
Even the swat he gave your ass didn’t faze you, enjoying how the tables turned this time. Pushing your luck, you wiggled on him again, giggling at the choked gasp that sounded from behind you. “Don’t be so mad, you know you love thi— Ah!”
You didn’t even get the chance to finish your sentence before you felt Taehyung sit up, reaching under your knees to lift them up and pull them back, forcing your body to lean against his sweat-slick torso. Gasping at the shift in angle, you opened your mouth only for him to press his lips to your ear to growl.
“Fucking tease...for someone who was so eager to have me fuck them, you’re messing around an awful lot.”
You were sure he could feel you shake against him at the change.
“Really? You’re not?” Taehyung nipped your earlobe. “Because I should be hearing you screaming right now, not making fun of me.”
You swallowed hard at how his deep voice only seemed to lower the more he spoke. Something was telling you that maybe you shouldn’t have been teasing him.
“Then maybe I should sit back and let you take over?”
Taehyung was glad you couldn’t see the feral smile forming on his face, especially at how the viewers were basically begging him to follow through. “Well...if you insist.”
Tightening his hold on your knees, he shifted his hips forward a bit to get better leverage. Without another thought, he began thrusting up into you with no mercy.
There was no way you could have prepared yourself for how the man behind you began fucking you with reckless abandon. You couldn’t even do anything but sit there and take it, his grip on you firm and making sure he had your arms caged against your body.
Taehyung rasped out, a hint of joy underlying, “Fuck, baby, this is so much better now, no?”
“O-Oh my God—” You thought having him inside in the last position was a struggle but this one took the cake. Every time he buried himself, you swore you could feel him in your guts, causing your toes to curl and your mouth to fall slack in mind-boggling bliss. “Y-Yesss...shit, you’re so deep—”
A chuckle sounded next to your ear. “Yeah? Guess this pussy can handle my big cock with no problem.”
It was futile to try and have a conversation with Taehyung as he drove in and out of you, nothing but noises that let him know how great he was making you feel coming out.
Taehyung panted harshly the longer he thrust into you, loving how you kept clamping down on him with every stroke. If he brought his head forward enough, he could see how your eyes kept squeezing shut and the drool that started leaking from the corner of your open mouth. The sight made him lick his lips and switch into rolling his hips up now, teasing you on purpose.
“Y/N, wish you could see yourself right now. Your face is just screaming ‘I’m getting fucked stupid’, so fucking hot—”
All you could give was a strangled moan in reply.
“Haha, can’t even speak, huh? That’s fine with me, baby—” He gave a harsh pump. “Just let me hear more of those pretty sounds of yours.”
Lucky for him, you didn’t deny his request, noises varying from strained whimpers to intense cries escaping the longer he fucked you. Taehyung savored each one while he managed to focus on the screen once more.
[bedrockbambam]: holy shit this is sooooo hot, well worth the wait 😫💦💦💦
[bomiallnightlong]: damn, look how well her pussy is taking that fat cock of his, love it
[velvetyeri]: you two are killing me, I already came three times, can you make it a fourth?? 🥺❤️🔥
Taehyung grinned, the backs of his teeth showing, at the comments. He lived for these words during his shows but to see that his fans were enjoying having you in the mix as well pleased him to no end.
Somehow you managed to croak out, catching the other’s attention. “Hm?”
“I— ugh! I-I want to switch...”
Taehyung tilted his head. “Oh? Feeling uncomfortable?”
“N-No—” You whined before you were able to continue. “I want to try something else...”
He raised a brow at your request, slowing his hips down to a stop. “Oh yeah?”
With your nod, the other loosened his hold on your body, allowing you to pull off of him before crawling on all fours into the middle of the bed, making sure to stay at an angle where the camera got a good view between your legs. Looking back over your shoulder, you shot Taehyung a mischievous grin and playfully wiggled your bottom at him.
“Come on, baby. Want you stretching me out again.”
His eyes smoldered at the view while his tongue poked out and ran over his lips, coming over to kneel behind you within a few seconds. Taehyung brought his hands up to grasp onto your ass, molding the flesh to his lithe fingers. Muttering yet another praise about how good it looked, he gave one of the cheeks a smack while holding himself with the other hand, lining up the tip with your entrance before sliding in slowly. The action brought low sounds out of the both of you, especially as he filled you up in a different way yet again.
“Mmm, that’s it...wait. Stay still for me.”
Taehyung tilted his head in confusion as you stopped him from thrusting into you but that quickly turned into hunger as you took it upon yourself to start pushing back against him instead, moaning wantonly as the friction morphed into a pleasant heat. He leaned back and watched as you moved onto him over and over, licking his lips at how your ass jiggled each time it smacked against his hips. “That’s it, baby— Fuck yourself on my cock just like that—“
Letting out a strained giggle at his heavy words, you obliged happily, swiveling your hips on each stroke only to receive more swears and swats to your bottom.
“Loving it, V?”
“Yes gorgeous, you look so fucking hot doing this to me—” Taehyung flashed his teeth at the webcam. “Right, everyone?”
You looked back also, laughing a bit at the amount of thirst-laden comments flying by.
“Gosh, you guys are too sweet.”
Taehyung chuckled, biting back more curses as you tightened on him every time you moved now. Unable to take any more of the passiveness, he straightened up and grabbed your hips, holding you down on him. You gasped at the move as he leant forward to husk in your ear, “Enough playing around, baby. Let me pound this little cunt of yours, yeah?”
You had no resistance to that, a shiver running through your body as you whimpered, “Please, fuck me—!”
Taehyung gave your earlobe another nip in gratitude while sliding his hips back, only to snap them forward in no time, prompting you to throw your head back at the sudden rush. “A-Ah!”
Sure enough, he stayed true to his promise and started a reckless pace that made your fingers grip the sheets and your teeth rattle, still feeling him hit deep. At some point, one of your hands went back to rest on your hip, just to fulfill your body’s desire to move (all the sensations were making your nerves go haywire). Before you could remove it, Taehyung’s hand came up to wrap around your wrist, his hold tight enough to make your breath hitch. You looked back at him in mild question only for the same thing to happen again at the sight that greeted you.
His parted black hair was mussed, the strands sticking to his damp forehead. Those nearly jet black eyes zeroed in on your face with unbridled greed, full lips suffering under the pressure of his straight teeth. Sweat covered every inch of his tanned skin, a few drops catching your eye as they rolled down his chest and torso. And the way the veins in his toned forearm popped as he gripped onto your wrist...
Whatever you were going to ask died out the second your eyes laid on him.
Unfortunately for you, he noticed, loosening his lips from his teeth to shoot you a ravenous smirk.
“What is it, baby? Trying to get a good look at me?”
You tried to speak but couldn’t, eyes looking directly at the hand wrapped around you.
“Ah, hope you don’t mind me doing that—” Taehyung rubbed over the inside of your wrist with his thumb. “Wanna make sure you’re not moving around too much while I’m fucking you senseless.”
A clench on him let him know that you didn’t mind at all.
“Shit—” Taehyung picked up the power of his thrusts, making sure to keep his hold on you tight so your body didn’t jolt too far, licking his lips at the sharp cries you gave with each stroke. “You like when I pound you like this, baby?”
“Fuck, V, yesss...feels so fucking good!”
“Goddamn— Your pussy is so amazing, gorgeous, taking me in like this—” He looked at where your bodies met, groaning at how you clung to and coated him with your arousal. “You’re squeezing me so tight and making a mess on me...fucking love it!”
Hearing the absolute lechery spilling from his mouth completely erased whatever mental blocks you had, allowing your own words to fly out without hesitation.
“Of course, baby...wanna show you how much I’ve been dying to do this since I first watched you— Always thought about this thick cock splitting me apart and making me come over and over again, mnh! Even my best toy can’t compare to you...”
Taehyung thought his desire couldn’t increase anymore but then you opened your mouth and said those words, causing a growl to escape. “Oh yeah?” His free hand decided to make its return to smacking your ass. “You love my cock that much?”
“Mhm—!” The swat made your voice raise in pitch momentarily and your back arch. “It feels so nice sliding in and out of me...think my hand would cramp up if I tried to recreate this on my own...”
“Heh, maybe—” He leaned down far enough for only you to hear as he husked, “But I wouldn’t be against doing this again with you, gorgeous. Maybe you won’t need those pesky toys of yours anymore.”
Your head whipped up in shock at what he said. Did he just say what you think he said?
That couldn’t be. Maybe your brain was all scrambled from the multiple orgasms and getting railed. Yeah...right?
But you couldn’t ask him to clarify as he decided to go even faster, ripping a shriek from your throat to intermingle with the slapping of his hips striking your ass repeatedly.
“Oh God! Yes, fuck me hard, just like that—!”
You didn’t have to tell him twice as Taehyung kept it up, the sounds coming from the both of you becoming louder and more frequent as the minutes passed by. The two of you were so into the sex that you forgot about your audience, paying no mind to the absolute chaos of compliments flying on the screen. The only thing that broke the veil of suggestiveness was the guttural groan that came from Taehyung after a while.
“Goddammit—“ His hand connected with your ass yet again. “I’m about to come…fuck—“
A hard clamp and a shiver was how you responded to his declaration, already picturing the expression he would make as he fell over the edge. Dark brows knitted together, eyes squeezed shut with his mouth slack as his head threw back in sheer euphoria. Whimpering at the vivid image, you did your best to help out by tightening on him with each plunge, earning louder swears and harsher smacks to your sore ass cheek. In time, Taehyung rasped out, sounding a little more unhinged now, “Shit, I have to—”
Just as you felt him start to pull out of you, you pushed back on him, burying his dick once more.
Taehyung’s head whipped up at your strained words as his hips paused, wondering if he heard wrong. “What’s that, baby?”
You had to force out around a strong moan, “D-Don’t…don’t pull out, please! Want your come inside me—“
Taehyung’s mouth dropped at your request, wondering if you were serious or just letting your lust cloud your judgment. But then you looked back at him over your shoulder, eyes lidded and overflowing with lust, your bottom lip held under your teeth.
“Do it, baby.”
Those three words were all he needed to get back on track with his thrusts.
“Fucking shit…” He snarled out, striking your ass more than once in response. “You’re so damn greedy, letting me come inside this cunt of yours— Can’t get enough of me so you want me to fill you up?“
Your eyes nearly rolled back at his reprimanding. “Yes V! Fill me up, fill this little hole of mine, please baby!”
Taehyung could feel his limit approaching fast but your needy words only gave him a few seconds before the pressure behind his dick came to be too much. All he could do was bury himself before he lost control.
“Oh baby— If that’s what you want, I’ll fucking give it to you! A-Ah, God! Fuck—!”
With a shout, Taehyung tightened his grip on your wrist and dug his nails into your ass cheek as he emptied himself inside you, making you gasp at the heat splashing against your walls.
“O-Oh yes...give it to me, baby—!”
As if he wasn’t coming hard enough already, you decided to milk every drop of him with your muscles, savoring the nearly broken gasps that came out of the man behind you. Taehyung could only keep upright for so long, doubling over your back as his hips jerked uncontrollably. All too soon, he came to a complete stop, panting harshly as the last of his release shot out.
His breathless exclamation made you giggle quietly, looking back at him to grin at the fucked-out look on his sweat-drenched face. “All better now?”
“Y-Yeah...” Taehyung let out a weak chuckle, reaching a shaking hand up to push his hair back. “Fuck, been a while since I came that hard.”
“Oh? Could’ve fooled me, thought I saw you come like that the one day you had the plug in.”
He laughed a little more at the recollection. “Ah, that show. Well, as fun as that was, still pales to this.”
Your cheeks couldn’t help but warm at that, combined with the grateful look Taehyung gave you. “Glad to be of help, V.”
Chuckling, he gave your bottom a gentle pat. But then he realized that you hadn’t finished yet, cursing himself for getting carried away and ignoring your needs. Looking down at where he was still connected to you, he bit his lip before looking up at you.
“You didn’t come yet, right?”
Blinking, you realized that no, you hadn’t. You were so caught up in the frenzy that the thought of hitting your peak didn’t even cross your mind; it helped that you had experienced two orgasms already.
“No, I didn’t...”
Taehyung nodded, straightening his body up once more with as much strength as he could muster. Before you could ask what he was about to do, his hips resumed the rigorous pace from earlier, forcing you to gasp out loud.
“Shh, gorgeous. Need to make you come again, hold on tight for me.”
“B-But you, ah—!”
He cut you off with a deep thrust and a swat. “Quiet, Y/N. Stay there and let me do this.”
You weren’t going to fight his offer by any means but the sternness of his words killed any possible resistance. Giving a weak nod, you faced forward and received a bit of praise before Taehyung changed the angle of his movements, rolling his hips to stroke along your walls.
“You like that, baby?”
A whimper escaped your lips as you dug your fingers into the sheets. “Y-Yes—“
Taehyung chuckled huskily, grabbing one of your ass cheeks before shaking it. “Yeah? Like me fucking my come into this little pussy?”
“Oh God, yes baby—”
The man behind you flashed his teeth at how you buried your face in the bed momentarily afterwards, the last thing he said increasing your pleasure. You could still feel his seed housed deep inside you, being pushed further in with each thrust. The sensation of it was unexpectedly pleasant.
“Y/N.” Whipping your head up, you looked back at him, nearly whimpering at that commanding look on his face again. “Touch yourself.”
Swallowing hard at the darkness of his lidded eyes, you bit your lip as you moved your free hand underneath to begin circling your nub, crying out sharply. The strong wave of bliss left you unable to support your upper body any longer, forcing you to rest your cheek on the mattress for leverage.
“Feels good, huh? That little clit of yours must be so swollen by now.”
“Y-Yes V— Fuuuck—”
Of course he decided to speed up a little more now, throwing in some spanking as well. As if you weren’t suffering (absolutely enjoying) this enough already. Either way, everything Taehyung was doing, combined with your slick fingers working yourself over, was rapidly bringing you to your third climax of the night, your body beginning to tremble in anticipation.
“O-Oh my God—!” You squeezed your eyes shut to focus on all of the sensations, keeping your hand moving as you cried out, “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking come—!”
Taehyung cursed loudly at your declaration, keeping his hips moving steadily as his hand smacked your ass again. “Yeah, baby? Gonna come all over my dick like a good girl?”
He bared his teeth in unbridled lust, delivering another hit to the same cheek. “Yes, gorgeous, let me feel it— Gotta feel this pussy clench, wanna see if you’ll squirt on me again—“
His words shot straight to your core, prompting a tight squeeze at the thought of possibly repeating the little stunt from earlier. But you didn’t have much time to ponder as a violent surge overcame you as the knot deep in your belly snapped, forcing a broken gasp from your sore throat.
All you could do was say his name before nothing but white blinded your vision, your back arching as you shook in front of him.
Taehyung had watched you close the whole time but now he made sure to keep his eyes completely focused on you as you came yet again, gripping his softening cock with enough force to make him grit his teeth. And sure enough, he got his wish as he felt a rush of wetness leaking onto him, groaning lowly when he looked down to see the mess. “Fuck, that’s it, gorgeous, knew you could do it— You must feel so fucking good right now, yeah?”
You could barely hear him but answering was nearly impossible with how hard you were coming. After what felt like ages, your body finally calmed down enough to slump against the bed, weak whines creeping past your lips and hips giving occasional jerks. You felt Taehyung lean down, pressing his sweaty torso to your equally damp back, brushing his lips against your ear to whisper.
“Still with me, baby?”
A hushed laugh left you at his question. “My body is, don’t know about my spirit, though.”
Taehyung chuckled and gave your cheek a kiss. “Just a little longer and we can finish, okay?”
As exhausted as you were, you felt a bit of sadness at your time together ending soon. But it was a show. He wasn’t obligated to keep this going on after the camera shut off. So you nodded weakly, trying not to whine when he straightened up and slowly began pulling out of you, allowing his come to start leaking out of your stretched hole.
“Damn...look at that.” Taehyung bit his lip and held your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to allow the audience to get a better view.
“I guess this little cunt can’t handle all of my come, huh?” He brought his fingers up to pick up the globs that started dripping down your folds, pushing them back inside you (causing you to gasp as he brushed against your oversensitive walls). “Look at this, I’m putting it back in and yet you keep pushing it out. Not as greedy as I thought you were, hm?”
“M-Mm—” You trembled at the slight discomfort of his digits, nearly sighing in relief when he removed them after the third time of pushing his mess in. Feeling some of your strength returning, you managed to push yourself up with your arms before turning around to face the screen. It took a while for your eyes to focus but once they did, they widened in shock at the frantic words in the chat.
[dom_chungha]: W.T.F. THAT WAS SO HOT I LOVE YOU TWO TOGETHER SISVHOVHOE 🥺😭🤪❤️💦💦💦
[babyJ13]: my chair is an absolute mess right now but not as bad as your sheets, I’m sure 😝 you guys were amazing, can you do this again sometime? 👀
[KookyBun]: take all of my fucking money, you sexy bastards 💸 ughhhh, pls tell me where I can see more of her, I love her 😘😘😘
And that was only a portion of the comments you read.
Despite all of the raunchiness you had done with Taehyung just now, seeing these words made you hide your face behind your hands, squeaking out your thanks to the audience.
“Th-Thank you guys! You’re all s-so nice!”
Taehyung wasn’t as fazed, laughing softly at your bashful reaction. Sitting down next to you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, giving it a gentle rub. “Told you they would love you. My fans are some of the best on this site—” He gave the webcam one of his dazzling grins. “Right?”
Sure enough, the screen filled up with affirmations and declarations of love for the model, prompting him to laugh again.
“Aww, you’re all too good to me!”
Now your hands lowered down, revealing a face that bit back a large smile. This experience went a lot smoother than you expected (well, aside from your nerves in the beginning and nearly choking on Taehyung’s dick halfway through). You attributed most of it to Taehyung’s natural charisma and ability to make whoever he was interacting with feel comfortable. Well, that and the deep recesses of your mind that housed many fantasies of you and him in scenarios that you never thought would see the light of day.
“How’s my costar feeling?”
You turned your head to see him giving you a soft smile. “She’s feeling pretty damn great. Exhausted but great.”
His eyes squinted in joy, giving your shoulder a pat. “Happy to hear it. You looked like you were having the time of your life.”
“I was! Really, V—” You couldn’t help but lean in to give him a one-armed hug. “Thank you so much for the opportunity. You’re wonderful.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened a bit at the kiss you gave to his cheek before his grin became a little timid now. “No problem, baby.”
The two of you continued talking to the viewers for a few more minutes until the other looked at the time, making a sound of disappointment. “Shit, looks like we’ll have to wrap it up for the night.” He shot you a pout. “This is always my least favorite part.”
You reflected the expression. “Mine too.”
Your humor made his lips twitch before he looked at the camera once more. “Alright everyone, I wish we could keep this going on for a little longer but we’re way past schedule as it is. Don’t worry, Friday will be here again before you know it! Make sure to keep an eye out for the video to be uploaded in the next couple of days.”
On cue, Taehyung held his fingers together in the shape of a heart, winking and blowing a kiss.
“Until next time. Borahae!”
Just when you thought he was going to get up and cut the stream off, he gave you an expectant look, motioning you to give your own goodbye. Mouth popping open in surprise, you quickly recovered, clearing your throat before addressing the chat.
“Thank you guys for being supportive! I’m sure a lot of you were upset that you didn’t win but I hope everyone gets another chance at this the next time there’s a contest. Trust me—” You shot Taehyung a coy smirk. “It’s quite the experience.” You didn’t see the way his eyes lowered at the comment, returning your gaze to the screen. “Anyways, see everyone next week in the chat!”
Giving your own kiss as well, you spotted Taehyung getting up to walk towards his computer, shutting off the stream, leaving just the two of you alone in the room now. With that one action, the atmosphere seemed to change. Your nerves were slowly making their way back in as you tried not to feel awkward now that the show was over. What happened now? Did you have to leave as soon as possible? Was there a post-camshow discussion that was supposed to occur?
Your inner rambling was halted when Taehyung called you. You jumped when you spotted him standing in front of you now, head cocked to the side.
His lips curled as his arms folded over his sweat-covered chest. “You sure? You looked like you were in your own world just now.”
Your cheeks warmed as he called you out, lifting a hand up to brush some hair out of your face as you looked off to the side. “Positive. Just, um, processing everything, hah...”
Taehyung’s face softened. “You’re definitely feeling okay? I wasn’t too rough?”
“No, not at all!” A small laugh left you. “I mean, I’m sure I’m going to feel this in the morning but other than that, I’m doing very well.”
Taehyung smiled a little more at your reassurance but his boxy one made a comeback at the end of it. “Well, seeing as how my sheets are a mess now, I can’t accuse you of embellishing.”
“Taehyung!” You hid your face again as he laughed. “Jesus, I can’t believe I did that twice.”
“Hmm, guess I’ve got the magic touch.” Now you reached out to lightly smack the side of his thigh, receiving a loud laugh in response to that and the glaring pout you gave. “Sorry, sorry!”
The man in front of you giggled before placing his hand on your head, giving it a gentle pat. “Let me get you a towel so you can clean up.”
With that, Taehyung headed into the connected bathroom, reemerging with a couple of towels and handing one to you. You gave him a smile and a thanks before running the fabric over your damp skin first. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the other doing the same. He cleaned himself off but skipped over his cock for now. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at how it was coated and glistening with both of your come. Something about the sight was lighting that fire up inside of you again and gave you an idea that you were shocked to even think about.
Before you could kill the thought, you called out to Taehyung.
Taehyung paused, tilting his head. “What’s wrong?”
What was going through your head shouldn’t have been there in the first place. The show was over, what were you doing? But rationality was lost as you motioned Taehyung to step closer to you. He obliged, albeit with confusion still on his handsome face. Before you could chicken out, you took a hold of his limp cock, holding it up to lean forward and begin licking off the mess on it.
His shocked gasp of your name didn’t deter you, aiming to get him as clean as possible. The mix of everything tasted...odd, to say the least. But the hold this man had on you was so strong that you were doing whatever you could to leave a lasting impression on him, to stand out from any other lucky winners in the future. It must be working as when you finished, pulling away with a lick of the lips, Taehyung was giving you that same intense look that came up a few times during the session.
The sight made you shiver and press your messy thighs together.
He made sure to keep his gaze locked with yours, hoping that you could ascertain how much he enjoyed the surprise. Despite his recent orgasm, Taehyung felt a stirring beginning yet again. He was the professional and you were the fan but goddamn if he wasn’t tempted to pin you to the bed and go for another round or two after that.
But a knock on the door interrupted, making the two of you jump out of the bubble of tension that had begun building up again. Breaking the eye contact (albeit reluctantly), Taehyung cleared his throat before calling out.
“Just a minute!”
With that, you decided to push whatever just happened to the back of your head as you pulled your shirt back down, frowning at how stained it had gotten. Reminding yourself to throw it in the wash when you got home, you lifted up enough to wrap the towel around your hips. You would have stood up but your legs still felt wobbly plus Taehyung’s come was starting to run down your thigh. Said man chose to pull his sweatpants on instead before going over to open the door, revealing Hoseok behind it, beaming like the sun.
“Hello there!” He walked in, revealing a water bottle in each of his hands, handing one to Taehyung before doing the same for you.
“How are my little movie stars?”
You giggled at him, quickly uncapping the bottle before taking a much-needed sip. “Ready to take a long nap.”
Hoseok chuckled as the both of you had practically the same answer. “Well, I’m not surprised, after all of that? You both deserve a sandwich along with it! Seriously, you guys were amazing—“ His eyes playfully squinted at you.
“Especially you, Miss I’ve-Never-Done-This-Before.”
You couldn’t help but be amused yet flustered at his words, shrugging. “I’m serious, I haven’t! I just…let go and pretended it was only me and him the whole time.”
Taehyung couldn’t help but shoot you a proud smile, happy that you came around from the shaking mess that stepped into his room.
“Well, either way, I loved it. The audience did too, you should see how wild the chat was after you signed off!”
“Mhm!” Hoseok grinned. “Got a lot of people asking if you’ve got your own channel.” He smirked at his client. “Looks like you’ve got a bit of competition, Tae.”
Taehyung gasped dramatically, a hand resting on his chest. “What?! Wow, to think Y/N would steal my fans from me, after all I’ve done for her!”
You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh please, like it would even make a dent on your followers. Trust me, I don’t think my shows would be as intriguing as yours.”
“Aww, so humble.”
Hoseok laughed at your banter before he clapped his hands together all of a sudden. “God, I’m so excited to take the video to Baekhyun-nim for editing tomorrow! I can’t remember the last time I felt like this!”
Taehyung gave his manager a look of offense.
“Hyung, are you calling my solo shows boring?!”
“No dummy, you know that’s not what I mean. I’m saying that I haven’t seen chemistry and intensity like that from my clients in ages!”
“Hmph, if you say so. My manager doesn’t have faith in me anymore.” You giggled when Taehyung pouted at you, only to grow into a cackle when Hoseok walked over and smacked him upside the head.
“Hush, you little drama queen. Okay—” The blond’s sunny smile returned. “Why don’t you two get cleaned up completely and I’ll order us some dinner in the meantime?”
At his offer, your eyes widened. “Oh Hobi, you don’t have to—”
“Hey hey hey, none of that, Y/N. What kind of manager would I be if I didn’t feed my workers? I’m sure you two are starving, I know I am.”
As he said that, your stomach decided to rumble quietly, proving him right. “Hmm, fine. It’s pretty late though, what’s even open around this time?”
Taehyung jumped in, “There’s a couple! There’s Chinese takeout, pizza and a place that makes some pretty nice ramyeon.”
Looking up in thought, you couldn’t find yourself in a mood for any particular type of food. “I could go with any of them, why don’t you guys choose?”
Taehyung lit up like a lamp at your suggestion before looking at Hoseok with puppy eyes. “Hyung, can we get pizza? Pleaaaase?”
Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Fine but I’m only getting one order of garlic knots this time. You left them behind the last time and I ended up having to throw them out!”
“Aw man, fine.”
Once the two came to an agreement, Hoseok left to go place your respective orders. Taehyung offered you his bathroom to get washed up and took your stained shirt to throw in the wash while he gave you one of his t-shirts to borrow for now. You couldn’t help but feel a bit special at getting to wear his clothing, the fabric smelling of him mixed with detergent.
Taehyung showered also, deciding to throw his pajamas on instead (you commended him for his trumpet-print pants). Not long after you were both done, Hoseok announced that the pizza had arrived, prompting the two of you to race down to the kitchen. Everyone got their fill of the food, along with a bottle of soju Taehyung broke out, until eyes were lidded and bellies were close to bursting. Hoseok looked at his watch only to comment on how late it was and that you should get home to get some rest. You didn’t mind staying longer in their company but both the men looked just as tired as you were; you couldn’t impose.
You pulled out your phone to call for a ride only for Taehyung to stop and offer to pay instead. You were ready to fight him on it until he gave you a no-nonsense look, forcing you to sigh and give in, too full to argue. Once the app let him know the car was ten minutes away, you said your goodbye to Hoseok. The blond gave you a hug and a pat on the back, congratulating you again for a job well done before promising to keep in contact with you concerning the video.
So now you and Taehyung sat on his front steps, taking in the warm air as small talk was made.
“And then he deleted the file by accident, all because it was off by one number.”
“Jesus, that sounds awful. Please tell me you guys have a recovery system.”
“We do, thank God.” You sighed. “Or else my company would have been one less employee short. Blood would’ve ended up on my hands that day.”
Taehyung shook his head as he chuckled in disbelief at the story about how Mark nearly lost an extremely important document detailing the company’s yearly finances. “Props to you for being able to be in a career like that, I would have lost my mind if I was in your place.”
“Trust me, I’ve had many close calls.” Your eyes rolled as you leaned back on your arms. “Especially when my boss gets wind of any mistakes? It makes me want to jump out of the window.”
Taehyung laughed, running a hand through his hair. “I can imagine.”
Silence came between the two of you, comfortable now that you were growing familiar with each other. This led to the model to think about something you had mentioned during your meeting, wanting to pick your brain a bit.
You turned to him. “Yes?”
Taehyung tilted his head. “Would you ever consider giving camming a serious shot one of these days?”
You weren’t expecting him to say that.
But you couldn’t help but wonder. Would you?
“I mean...” Your hands clasped in your lap. “It’s not my dream job but it is something I’m still interested in trying. But I don’t know how I’d do...”
Taehyung nodded slowly at your response. “Hmm...you want my honest opinion?”
His tongue flicked out over his lips as his dark eyes regarded you. “I think if you find a market or niche to focus on and put the time and investment into it, you’ll do pretty well.” At your incredulous look, he continued.
“I’m serious, not blowing smoke up your ass! You looked like you were having fun during the show and the way you transitioned along the way and spoke—” The boxy grin returned. “You have potential. You’re not perfect but it takes time to improve and find out what does and doesn’t work for you. If you really want it, you’ll do amazing.”
All you could do was stare at Taehyung afterwards, in shock at what he said. To hear someone who had way more experience than you did in this line of work say that you had a chance?
You couldn’t help but break out into an ecstatic grin.
“Thank you Taehyung...”
The man next to you nodded before he became silent again. Now he cocked his head. “Hey, why don’t I give you my number? In case you ever have any questions or need any advice?”
Your mouth popped open at the offer. “I-Is that okay? I don’t mind but I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for giving your number out to fans.”
Taehyung waved dismissively. “Eh, it’s fine, you’re an exception. I trust you not to blow up my phone with creepy messages anyway.”
“I mean...” You laughed at the appalled sound he gave. “Kidding, kidding!”
The two of you exchanged numbers while you tried not to dance in place. How much more luck could you get? A ping sounded from Taehyung’s phone afterwards. “Oop, looks like your ride is about to turn down the street.”
He stood up and held his hand out to help you up before walking down the steps and walkway with you. The both of you stood side by side near the road, looking down the quiet street to keep an eye out for a specific car. Headlights popped up soon and made their way down towards the house. Looks like the night is over.
At the soft call, you turned and looked up to see Taehyung stepping closer before holding your shoulders with care. Tilting your head, you couldn’t help the way your heart beat a little faster at the proud smile he gave you. And then you felt yourself being pulled into a hug.
“You did great, gorgeous. Thank you for doing this with me.”
A thudding filled your ears as you wrapped your arms around his lean body as well, giving him a careful squeeze.
“Thank you Tae...really, you helped me out more than you thought.”
A pleased hum sounded from him. “It was my pleasure, Y/N. Get home safe, okay?”
“Will do. Enjoy your weekend, Taehyung.”
The two of you parted (reluctantly, for you) in time for the car to roll up in front, the driver waiting patiently. But then Taehyung had to sneak in a kiss to your cheek before shooing you off cutely. How were you supposed to leave quietly after that?!
You forced yourself to give him a pout and a light punch to the arm before entering your ride, greeting the driver as you rolled the window down and waved goodbye to Taehyung. Much to your gratitude, they weren’t much of a talker, allowing you to process everything that happened.
You still couldn’t believe that you had sex with your favorite camboy on a live stream. After only knowing him for two days. In front of thousands of strangers. And you used your real name and showed your face while you spewed and performed all kinds of smut that would give a priest a heart attack.
Would you do it again?
Your lips curled.
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Creep - One ft. KTH (m)
Pairing: Taehyung x fem reader
Summary: Taehyung is your divorced dilf neighbor and when you move in his curiosity about you grows every day.
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Word count: 8.1k
Genre: DILF!AU -- Smut really and kinda yandere
Warnings: Stalker vibes, panty sniffing, exhibitionism, voyeur tendencies, male masturbation, male receiving, alcohol consumption, Tae feeds his kids McDonald’s. I really have nothing against Sumi. She’s beautiful.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME and an early Happy Birthday to [email protected]
This is part one of what I hope will be a trilogy. I already have part two mapped out. I just need time to write. I hope everyone is well. I love this Taehyung. He’s a great dad, but a creepy neighbor. Whateves I need him, mkay? Love to my support team @ignorethissign8 and Bekki @scribblemetae. I wanted to get this out so forgive any typos or errors! ENYOY!
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"Do you live there all alone?"
It happens innocently at first.
Taehyung didn't mean to pry. He was just walking by. On his way to the store he caught your figure as he was passing by your window. The silhouette of it drew his attention. The blinds were partially open, but the slatted lines allowed him to see you clearly.
You weren't doing much really. The action alone shouldn't have caught his eye. The task you were doing was mundane.
You were sweeping the floor.
But the thing is, you weren't wearing much as you did so, just some skimpy shorts and a shirt that had the tiniest straps. And you weren't just sweeping the hardwood floors, you were dancing with your broom.
A fucking broom.
One of the most boring tools to wield. Yet there you were thrusting into the broom, legs on either side of the handle.
Another thing he could tell too, just by your movements is you were into it. Your arms pumped blindly and he imagined that if he could see your face, you were most likely miming along to the song.
Was that Doja Cat?
Were you grinding on a broom listening to Doja Cat?
Here you were, putting on a fucking performance. And for a moment, a very brief moment. It felt like it was for him.
And it frustrated him that he couldn’t even get a look at your face. Not that he’s complaining, the view he had was amazing. Your ass looked great your thighs looked delicious as you romped around.
Before he knew it he leaned into the visual. He doesn't know how long he watched you.
All he knows is that he did.
That's until you turned around toward the window, catching his gaze through the pane. Your eyes meeting his throttled Taehyung out of his curious thoughts and dirty brain.
Shaking his head suddenly, providing a brief wave, lowering his gaze before his feet stepped him away from view. His shoulders hunched as he walked away, trying his best to hide his hardening cock.
That's how it began, his curiosity for you growing every time he caught your image. And when he glimpsed you. he was physically pulled to you.
And he tried to stop.
He tried the very next time you left your blinds open after the first time. He failed miserably. And he thanked the heaven above he was on his way home this time so he could take care of the situation in his pants. The sight of your wet shirt as you washed dishes was too much to handle.
Then day after day, every time he passed your window he would glance in. And yeah, maybe sometimes it was more than a glance. Sometimes he would stop and stare and watch. There were times that he saw you and sometimes he was met with an empty living space or lowered blinds.
If he saw you. If by chance, you were there. He couldn't deny the physical reactions that would occur.
Taehyung couldn't tamp down his heartbeat nor his mind's ability to concoct a filthy image in mere seconds with you just draped across your couch.
He was flummoxed on how could you make the most trivial daily things, sexual for him.
He couldn't understand it, he needed to. So after weeks of looking at you, watching you.
Taehyung took the day with it and sat with if what he was doing was wrong. Morally, he knows it's creepy, but on the other hand seeing you really boosted his day. And he chalks it up to the fact he hadn't been with anyone since he got divorced.
But if that was the case, why wasn't he getting hard at looking at anybody else?
He sees and meets plenty of attractive people every day. Interacted with them. But yet he was only finding himself aroused around you.
So now. Now as he blurts out this awkward question he thinks he knows the reason. Taehyung is not only attracted to you, but he is curious about you.
He wants to know more about you. But then a fleeting thought passes through his brain. Maybe he's just a fucking pervert. A fucking peeping Tom. A fucking voyeur.
Nope it can't be that.
He's just curious.
He has been your neighbor for two months. He thinks the first time he saw you was in the corridor, providing a polite smile as you walked.
And he knows some things but can also acknowledge that he knows nothing at all.
Taehyung knows your blinds are closed until noon, sometimes a little later depending if you went out the night before. He knows you go to the store every Friday, stocking up on wine and vegetables. He also knows you have lady visitors. The same two. Every now and then.
Were they your lovers, were they your friends? This he didn't know. He wonders what you do with them. Lovers or friends
He wonders if you touch them or if they get to touch you. He can hear you giggle. He hears them giggle. The walls were thin, voices floated across the gray corridor frequently.
And he knows you're having a good time but he wonders how.
You draw your blinds when they're over. The music is turned up. Yet he can hear that you’re happy. He wonders if he can make you giggle...make you happy.
He wonders this as he scrubs a plate while you're giggling across the way. But it's not just giggles he wants to pull from you. No. Sometimes late at night Taehyung wonders if he can make you moan.
He's heard that. Every now and again. He's heard you moan. And it's times like that he's desperate to have your blinds open. He wants to see what is making you moan. Are you alone?
And if you are, are you using your fingers? A toy?
And where are your fingers?
Are they inside you? Or do they remain outside?
Do you just rub your clit and pinch your nipples?
Or do you fuck yourself with a few and bite on the others?
Taehyung is so fucking curious about you.
And his curiosity has carried away. Because now he asked a creepy fucking question. Do you live here alone?
The look on your face solidifies that you think his question is absurd. And you have every right to because yeah he knows your name and he’s not even sure you know his, you haven't even had a small idle conversation.
The question isn’t a neighborly question. That question is reserved for friends and creepers. He's a fucking creeper.
Taehyung balks. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask it that way. I was just curious about the floor plan. I was wondering if it was the same as mine.”
Your shoulders that were pinched toward your ear begin to lax. He can see your face loosen and your eyes shift from boiling to a simmer. Relief appears to color your face.
“Uhh, I think so. I think it's the same design.”
You don't tell him you live alone. You pivot. And it's smart. He thinks you're smart but now he knows it.
“Well, thanks,” He says, and he can't help but scratch his neck. “Well have a good day,” he adds as he spins on his heel and makes his way to pick up his kids.
Yes kids. As in kids that he helped create with his now ex-wife.
Three to be clear. Three beautiful kids. Twin boys and one girl. Chet, Nat and Ella all of them named after his favorite musicians. All under the age of ten. And he loves them. Enjoys every fucking minute he gets with them. And right now he gets them every other week.
And he's lucky. He feels lucky he gets a whole week. And not just a weekend. Not like some of his friends, who by the way are completely fine with just two days every other week.
It’s not okay with Taehyung. He fought tooth and nail to get them for seven days... fourteen total every month. And he never regrets it.
Although it had bitten into his sex life.
Who is he kidding? He doesn't have a sex life.
He hasn't been with anyone since he separated from his wife. The same can't be said for her though. She's had plenty between her legs during and after their marriage.
"You're late," she says through his open car window. Taehyung glances at his watch. "For fucks sake Sunmi I'm five minutes late. Sorry I had to take a piss," he retorts bitterly as he shifts the car into park.
They meet at a McDonald's, every other Friday afternoon.
The reasoning is clear. He doesn't want to go to her place, the house they used to share who she is now sharing with another man, Jackson. And she doesn't want to go to his condo.
They meet in the middle. At a fucking McDonald's because it's public and the kids love getting Happy Meals.
"Yeah whatever," Sunmi huffs as she stalks to the front entrance. "The kids are on the playground. They couldn't wait," she hisses as she pulls the door.
"Daddy!" The twin boys yell as he steps into the place, it smells like burnt fries and old farts. Taehyung hates it.
"Hey buddies!" He exclaims back as they lunge at him from the play center. They hug him and he hugs them back harder.
"You two need haircuts," he assesses as he pulls from their grips and ruffles their hair.
"No daddy, we want to grow it. Let us grow it." Nat says. "Like yours," Chet insists, pointing to his hair.
Taehyung's hair was getting long. He couldn't argue with them. Monkey see. Monkey do. "Oh ok. But next visit we all get haircuts together mkay?" He asserts as he flicks their chins.
"Where's my princess?" He wonders as he sees Ella ducking behind a bubble window in the play structure. Her eyes glued to him.
He pretends not to see, makes a big show of it.
"She's not here." Chet says "Haven't seen her all day." Nat giggles.
Taehyung's shoulders slump and he pulls his mouth down into a pout. "But I miss her. I wanted to seeee her." He whines as he kicks an imaginary rock on the rubber floor.
“Don’t fuss daddy! I'm here," Ella screeches before jolting down the tunnel slide.
He catches her before her shoes can touch the floor, earning a squeal and a tight hold around his neck.
He loves it. Loves the feel of her and the smell of her. Despite him and Sunmi splitting over a year ago, the kids still seemed happy. He’s grateful for that.
It grounds him. His kids ground him. Reminds him that there's good things in the world.
“Are you getting chocolate milk or apple juice today?” He whispers in her ear.
“Chocolate milk,” she whispers back. And they both giggle as he carries her to the register.
He lives for picking up his kids. What he despises are the few hours before bedtime.
It's a fucking strange time for any parent. For a parent, energy levels are low and patience is even lower. While the kids. Yes, yes they're tired but they fight it.
They take all their energy reserves and launch it as a final attack. And that final attack is pawing at him as he tries to wash the dishes from dinner.
He tried to play along. He tried to get them to help. But now. Now all that's happening is he has two boys gathering suds and blowing said things in each other faces and while his baby girl has climbed onto the counter to dip her toes in the sudsy water.
"I wanna a pedicure daddy," she reasons.
Taehyung wants to go to bed. It's been a day. They've gone to the park, they've had ice cream and they went to the library. And he just wants to sit down. It he can't. Not yet. He's got miles to go.
His eyes are pulled toward a light. It’s coming from your place. And as he looks up he sees you only from the waist up, but you have nothing on but a bra. You look tipsy, your steps look jerky and the he sees the wine glass in your hand. It’s empty.
“Alright, bed time,” Taehyung announces as his eye follow your movements, but the kids shuffle off. And he’s glad that he doesn’t have to wrangle them for once, all of them humming in agreement.
Fuck, the bra has to be decoration because it’s doing nothings to actually cover your breasts. He can see the swell of them and the nipples peeping through the lacy material. Taehyung is hard. It happened so fast and he’s throbbing in his pajama pants. The bathroom, he must get to the bathroom.
Moving stealthily, he takes a look into the room the kids call their own and breathes a sigh of relief that their all tucked in their beds. He makes a note to kiss them after he goes to the bathroom. He fucking needs just a few minutes. Stepping into his bathroom, he starts the sink as soon as he closes the door, making sure to turn the lock. Just when he gets his hands on his cock, there’s a loud knock on the door.
“What?” he hisses as his dick throbs in his hand. “Daddy?” It’s Chet.
“Go to bed Chet. I will be there shortly for kisses and hugs.” Taehyung shouts as he pauses his movements, hoping the boy will return to his bed.
“Daddy, Ella just threw up everywhere. It stinks.”
“Fuck,” Taehyung huffs as he stuff his dick back into his pants. “I’ll be right there,” he continues as he looks at his reflection and sighs, washing his hands and combing back his hair. Another fucking great day of parenting Taehyung muses with his balls throbbing painfully.
Taehyung is tired. It's day six. And the kids seem to have more energy than ever. And even worse, even after taking them to climb playscapes they still want to kick the ball around in the common area after dinner. They guilt him into it. Mommy's new boyfriend doesn't like soccer. We won't be back for a week. Please daddy. Please.
So he caves. He takes them out there. And they play for a good forty five minutes. Wrestling, kicking and screaming. But Ella is beginning to whine, a clear signal she's tired but doesn't know when to throw in the towel.
“Nat? Chet? Take your sister inside and get ready for bed.”
“Nooo daddy,” they complain in unison “We're not done.”
“You sister is tired. Be good big brothers and get her inside. Or you can clean up all these toys and then get ready?: He asks cocking an eyebrow toward them.
“No, no we will ready,” they acquiesce. Both of them clutching one of her hands and pulling her toward their home.
“Make sure you brush your teeth, wash your hands and faces.” He calls out as he picks up a frisbee, hearing grunts of agreeable as his back strains with the effort he put in today.
He's fucking tired. Doing this shit somewhat alone makes him sad. He thinks that if his wife wasn't such a whore that he could send them off with her. They could split the playtime. But that's not what's happening. It's all on him this week. One more day and he gets a break, a breather.
His ex-wife has her boyfriend's help. Fucking Jackson. He hates that fucking guy. So do the kids. They've told him as much.
Taehyung winces as he surveys the rest of the common space. Dolls and small figures litter the yard. He doesn't know when anything but the soccer ball came out for play. If they all belong to his own kids, he could spot them a mile away.
There's Mazzy. Ella’s favorite lovey, has been with her since she was two. There's no way he could forget him outside. He would never hear the end of it from Ella or his ex wife if anything happened to it.
Scooping the littered toys on his way to grab the beloved toy from the ordinary bench Taehyung's eyes are pulled to a newly lit window one story above.
And he quickly realizes it's your window. Your back porch he's viewing. He's never seen this angle before. Never thought to look and honestly never been in this space in the cover of night.
And he feels exposed. Even more so than watching you from his kitchen window. You've just gotten home. That much is certain. You're peeling off your jacket, and slinging your keys on the couch. He can see it all. This view is so much more open than the view from his kitchen window.
You don't stop with you jacket though. Soon you're peeling off your sweater, unbuttoning your pants, throwing both useless clothing articles to the side of your living area.
Okay. You are a bit of a mess. But fuck you look so fucking good. You weren't a fucking bra under the heavy sweatshirt you had on seconds ago. And shit, are those panties lacy? Did you plan to fuck someone? Because those fucking black panties are lacy and revealing. His ex wife only pulled out the good stuff when she was ready to fuck, this he remembers, unfortunately he wasn't the received all the time. He’s learned something new about you, you love lingerie.
His cock is a situation. It's not just growing harder but it's throbbing for attention. Begging for it. He had the worse blue balls after Monday night and he hasn’t had any time or privacy to get relief
How long since he has had sex?
Taehyung takes a moment to calculate, hoping that it would lessen the problem in his pants. He found out his wife was cheating two years ago when she accidentally sent him a text that was meant to her sidepiece and now current boyfriend. They had angry sex about a month before the divorce was finalized but then.. nothing. Taehyung had not put his cock in anything warm since.
And you looked so fucking warm. It was chilly outside. Taehyung could feel the bite of the breeze on the top of his ears and the back of his neck. But you peeling everything, well almost everything off as soon as you walked in had his brain scrambling.
He couldn't stop watching and he tried. For fuck sakes he was thinking of his ex-wife and nothing made his dick softer than thinking of Sunmi. But still his cock was throbbing.
And he was rock hard as he watched you move about you place idly. Walking to the kitchen, pulling out a glass, filling the said glass with water and bringing it to your lips. You drank languidly and messily and he couldn't see it but he imagined there were water drops landing on your neck and around your lips. He imagined how your lips would feel tightened around his cock and thirsty for his length.
He folded into himself at the thought. Fuck he needed release. His brain was sending him thousands of ways to seek the need that was thrumming through his body. Go back home. That's the safest bet. But chances are the kids are curled up in the living room and not in their beds. And once they catch whiff of him it will be a plead of a bedtime story, a drink of water or a cuddle. And although he didn't mind it most days he knew it would drive him mad tonight. His car was an option. But fuck his keys were tucked neatly in his coat that was still in his condo.
Taehyung glances around quickly. All the other windows that face the clearing, four were dark. And there was a small patch at the edge...near the fence line that gained a little bit of privacy and a pretty decent view of your place, away from the street lights.
Losing against the debauched side of his brain, Taehyung moved swiftly to the spot as he kept his eyes on your window. You were still there. You were leaning against your counter, eyeing your phone and munching on crackers. The pose did nothing to quell the ache in his cock.
Your tits were still out and the bored look on your face only fueled his fire. The fire to wipe that bored look away. His thoughts about everything he could do to wipe that expression off your face, turn it into something of awe and pleasure.
Taehyung needed to do something quick. He could feel his cock rubbing tightly against the fabric of his pants, begging for attention with the leak of precum covering his tip.
His eyes danced to the corner of the fence. No light shone over there. He could be done quickly. It wasn't his first time to finish in haste. Sunmi hurried him in bits when his kids were napping, pleading him to be quick. He could be quick and efficient. No one would be the wiser.
Taehyung made it to the spot swiftly. And he sighed a breath of relief when he realized he could see the top half of you when he pulled his hard member out of his pants. Just barely though. Pulled his cock out about for his index finger to wrap around the tip and meet his thumb, barely. He winced as he moved his thumb over the slit, hissing while his eyes took in you changing positions, moving toward the sink, your breasts jiggling subtlety.
Fuck. You looked so nice. So soft. He hasn't touched anything soft and fleshy for months. The grip around his girth tightens and he bites back a moan as he sees you walk closer to the back door window.
Do you not have any shame? How are you walking so boldly to the open window with your breasts hanging out while you keep your front window blinds drawn for half the day?
Taehyung bucks up into his hand. His cheeks burn with lust and embarrassment as his body pursues it's pleasure. It's happening too quickly for him. He can't focus on where to settle his eyes as his strokes get faster and shorter, feeling the wetness of his juices coat his hand, the obvious signs that it had been too long since he last did this.
A grunt escapes and he chokes it down, coughs as his hips thrust into his fist, his eyes roving to your lips, your tits, your eyes and everything between.
“Fuck,” he gasps as his orgasm nears, he can feel it deep down in his gums, pulsing on his tongue. You step nearer to the window and his eyes settle on your cover mound and he explodes. His brain filled with being buried into it. Filling you up as your eyes roll into your head and squeaks emit from your throat.
Fuck...did he just do that. Here?
Seconds as he spills into his fist, Taehyung's morality is settling into his skin with what he just done. Now that the pleasure has ebbed away.
He's a fucking creep. What has he become? He jerked off to you in a matter of minutes, in a common area. A place where anyone could see him.
Many knew who he was. He sat on the fucking board of the condo association. If anybody saw him, he could be labeled a pervert, a deviant. And those labels could mean losing the right to see his kids.
His fucking kids. Taehyung swiftly pulls up his pants and wipes the remainder of his mess on the side of his sweats.
He has to get out of there. He needs to see his kids. And he needs to stop fucking watching you. He has to.
With those thoughts rattling in his brain, Taehyung rushes to pick up Mazzy and makes a run back home. The other toys can wait. All he wants to do is shower off his guilt and see his kids faces.
It's been two weeks. Two weeks since Taehyung has watched you and masturbated. Two weeks since he looked into your windows since. He willed himself to not peek. His brain shakes with the fact that he is now or was a man him and his ex-wife looked down on when they looked at true crime shows.
Sure, he didn't touch you. He didn't harm you. But he still watched you and got pleasure from it when you were in the safety of your home, unaware that he was watching you.
"Did you hear the woman in 2A having that party last night?"
Taehyung's ears perk up immediately. 2A, that's you. Right across from him, 2B. Because he's a board member, Taehyung is currently tending to a grill in the common area. This is the first time he's been there since he has watched you.
"I swear she's a wild one. Not married. No kids." Daniel from 1F scoffs. "She's having the time of her life."
"I think she's a lesbian. All of her visitors are women," Jessie from 2D shares, her voice dipping low before she takes a sip of her margarita.
"I think it's best if we refrain from gossiping about other neighbors at a neighbor event," Taehyung throws out before flipping a burger and then another on the propane grill.
There's a murmuring but Taehyung blocks out the words. He's annoyed. He kind of hoped you would be here. But you aren't. The food is almost done. And then everybody will go back to their places. He hoped he could speak to you under more casual circumstances.
"Hey Taehyung," it's Maya from 2C. Relentless Maya. Has been making eyes at him since he moved in, interrogates him every time she sees him and simply puts the hair on his body on edge.
“Hey,” he lets out curtly as her hand wraps around his bicep. He looks down at it pointedly before meeting her eyes.
"Are you well?" He asks.
"Can I have one of those?"
Taehyung jerks his eyes away and turns to see you holding a paper plate out toward him, your eyes dancing between his and the turkey patty balancing on his metal spatula.
Taehyung tries his best to school his features. Does his best to keep his working arm secure.
Of course. Taehyung guns, slipping the patty on the open bun, sat on the plate.
"Good to see you Y/N," Maya announces as her grip on Taehyung's arm loosens.
"These look yummy. Did you make them?" You ask him, the only acknowledgement to Maya's comment is your slight glance toward her.
Taehyung is about to respond, but you continue speaking. "I've seen you cooking in that clean kitchen of yours so I had to ask." A pretty smile sits on your lips as you reach for a bag of chips located on a table right next to the grill.
The comment makes him freeze for a moment. You've been watching him? The thought blazes through his mind but before he can answer Maya begins to fill in gaps.
"You don't know him? Kim Taehyung is like the hottest chef in town right now. Where have you been?"
You look taken aback. And Taehyung doesn't know if it's the information or Maya's delivery but he's scrambling for a way to inject. But it's so hard when your eyes are bouncing between him and Maya.
Eventually they do settle on him. "Wow. A big shot." You grin at him and Taehyung feels his heart jump into his throat.
"See you around Taehyung." You falsely curtsy to him before giving your attention to Maya. "And Monica? It's always a displeasure." You finish before turning away. "My names Maya!" Maya grip tightens before she utters lowly, "She's a fucking whore."
Taehyung's curiosity is lit anew. After the block party, Maya began spilling facts or at least rumors that she heard about you. And Taehyung felt a little guilty by pouring her more and more beers but the more beers she had in her body the more information she spilled. Especially about you.
"She's like stupid fucking smart. That's why she doesn't have a man. What man wants to deal with that?" Maya cackles before grabbing a veggie skewer from a plate.
"And get this?" She sniffs, back of her hand smacking into Taehyung's shoulder.
"She was this close to getting engaged," Maya says, pinching her thumb against her pointer finger, eyebrows doing the same. "But broke it off because their sex life was boring. She figured if sex was boring before marriage why move forward. Can you believe that?" She hiccupped, pressing a hand to her lips.
Taehyung could believe it. You didn't look like someone who settled. You looked exactly like a woman who knew what she wanted and wouldn't take less than her worth. The thought thrilled him.
Yes you were attractive, but the combination of your actions tonight and what he has heard, he needed to know more. This information excited him thoroughly.
"I think she's a lesbian now. So don't get your hopes up Kim." Maya says, slapping him on the arm. Taehyung can't help but smile at her. Maya was annoying but she gave him enough information about you to last for months. The least he could do in return was tolerate her.
"Alright Maya, let's get you home," he proclaims as he loops a friendly arm around her shoulders to which she leans into swiftly. "I'm sure those people at Neiman Marcus will be unhappy if you're late tomorrow."
"Chet get your shoes on! I swear to God if we are late today, you will not watch YouTube ever again under this roof!" Taehyung yells as he brushes Ella’s hair.
"Daddy, I'm hungry," Nat whines.
"There's bread up there Nat. You know how to make toast. Peanut butter is in the pantry." Taehyung huffs as he slides a headband on Ella.
She swiftly runs to the mirror. "I don't like it daddy! It doesn't look the same as when mommy does it."
Taehyung glances at the clock and sees he's has ten minutes to get them all out the door for school and right now in the moment it feels like the biggest test of his life.
Suddenly there's banging at his front door. Ella is off and sprinting and pulling it open without hesitation.
"Ella!" He screams as he catches up with her. He's feeling beaten and at his breaking point and it's not even 8am.
"Do NOT open the door," Taehyung begins holding up fingers "without asking permission." He pauses for dramatic effect before holding up a second finger," or asking who is at the door. You don't know who it is."
"Sorry daddy. I will do better next time," she asserts, running her fingers across her mouth guilty before looking up at who's at the door.
"Oh," Taehyung releases from his lips as he raises from his crouched position slowly. He's confused. Confused why you are standing in his doorway. You have never knocked on his door. He has never knocked in yours. And yet you knocked on his door before 8am on a Friday and he couldn't be more confused.
Surely he has lost it. Surely this is some fucking weird dream he is having.
"Hey Taehyung," you greet warmly when his eyes meet yours. You say his name like it's been on your lips a million times but Taehyung thinks this is surely the second time he's heard it on them.
"I didn't mean to intrude. I-" you eyes look to him and then to Ella. And then Taehyung senses Chet and Nat standing close behind and your gaze bounces between them as well.
You jut a pink box toward him. "I got these donuts. And I, uh, my friend brought them. And I thought your kids might like them. There's too many for me," you say thrusting the box further, so much so that the cardboard bounces into his sternum.
"Donuts?!" Ella exclaims as she wraps her arms around your legs. "Thank you!" She further squeals, reaching up quickly and snatching the box from your hands and running further inside the condo.
"Hey little monsters! Get your socks and shoes on before eating a donut or I will throw the whole box away,” Taehyung threatens yelling at the morning terrors that scramble to open the box of goodies.
After a chorus of okays and yes daddy, Taehyung remembers it's you gracing his doorstep. "Uh, thanks for the donuts," he offers as he claps his hands together softly, trying his best to keep his gaze on your eyes and not let them meander down your body.
He hasn't been this close to you since the barbecue. And he's never had you this close into his space. It makes the morning feel even more surreal.
You smile at him and Taehyung thinks it's the prettiest smile he's seen in months. He can feel his eyes flutter at the action, the spit in his mouth dries up.
"You're welcome. I thought your kids would like them," you nod, flashing your hands in front of you, an action his eyes follow and he has to tug his stare back up, to not get lost in your body.
"Was really nice of you. I think you just saved me from a stroke,'' Taehyung muses as he glances to his kids who now have their socks and shoes on and are munching happily on colorful donuts. Their teachers will probably silently curse him later but for him, the quiet is the sweetest gift he's gotten all week.
"Have a good day Kim Taehyung," you grin and then you're looking over his shoulder. "Have a great day monsters!" You yell to his kids, promoting them to screech and roar in return.
You wave awkwardly before heading across the way, and slipping easily into your place.
"I like her! She brings donuts!!" Nat announces as soon as Taehyung closes the door.
"I like her too," Taehyung thinks as he makes his way to grab a donut.
Taehyung is startled to take his eyes off his phone screen. He’s climbing the stairs to his place to grab his forgotten wallet. Saturdays are work trips to the farmer’s market before he heads into the restaurant. His sleep deprived mind forgot it. Knows it’s on the night stand by his bed, right next to the lamp, where he places it every day.
Looking up, he sees you descending the stairs. You have on a thing floral dress, with pearl snaps on the front and a hamper balanced on your hip.
“Hey Y/N,” he returns, scooting to the side of the steps to let you pass. “Laundry day?” he continues as your eyes stay on him as you continue down. “Something like that,” you giggle as you pause next to him.
“I forgot my wallet,” he shuffles his feet as your shoulder brushes his chest. You smell like vanilla.
“Oh. Good to know,” you giggle again. “See you around Taehyung,” you smile as you continue to walk past him. Taehyung stays stuck in his spot until you disappear from his view. He wills his feet up the stairs although all he is thinking about is following you, maybe talk to you more. But he doesn’t and each step gets easier. Just as he turns the corner for his door, something catches his eye. The floor there is a crumpled dark material right by your door.
He stares at for a moment. His palms itch to pick it up. He’s not sure what it is, but he assumes its yours. The polite man that he typically is, tells him to ignore it. And he does. For a moment. Taking his key and sliding it into the lock.
But the creep that now resides in him, urges him to grab it. He just needs to know what it is and then he’ll go about his business. The door unlocks and Taehyung finds himself looking up and down the corridor stealthily before he’s lunging quickly to grab the item. He quickly reasoned he would only look to see what it is and then leave it where it is, but once his fingers feels the silky fabric, he’s stuffing the item into his pocket and sprinting inside his door.
His heart is pounding as he leans against the now shut door and he swallows thickly, feeling his tongue sit heavily in his mouth with adrenaline. The fingers in his pocket and trembling as they feel over the item stuffed inside and he inhales and holds his breath as he retrieves it for closer inspection.
Taehyung just needs to see.
Holding the item up, pinching it and holding it up in the air and he finally releases the breath he was holding, it coming out shaky when he realizes it’s the panties you had on when he jerked off to you in the common area.
He’s a creep. He’s officially a creep because he has absolutely no will power around you.
Not only did he grab your panties, but now his nose is buried in them. They’re used and they smell so fucking good.
His hand sneaks down to his cock and he moans as he takes another whiff of the silk panties. He hasn’t smelled pussy in so long and your scent was making him weak. Not only was he fucking still in his jeans, but his mouth was salivating from the smell.
Taehyung will return them. Put them where he found them. He will. But first he had a situation to deal with – his painfully hard cock and he needed to be quick. And the shame that followed him after he stroked his dick to orgasm with your panties pressed to his face, grunting your name while looking through the door peephole followed him for only a few days and not weeks this time.
Taehyung presses the start on the washing machine and is glad that he’s getting an earlier start to the laundry today. He has a few hours before he needs to drive the kids to McDonald’s and he’s hoping he can at least rest a few hours before dinner service.
He’s lost in his thoughts as he leaves the laundry facility and walks the pebbled path through the common area. “Where’s the monsters?”
Looking up, Taehyung sees that he’s now between two clothing lines and you’re occupying both of them. You finger fiddle with pinning a large teal sheets and you’re wearing the same dress he saw you last week. Except today isn’t Saturday. It’s Friday. He’s surprised to see you there.
“They’re watching a YouTube livestream,” he shrugs casually but his feet move him closer to you, hands stuff in his athletic shorts.
You look beautiful as always. He’s seen you dolled up, but he likes this look the best. You look like you just woke up and your face is bare.
“Oh so daddy gets a break huh?” your voice has a playful lilt and Taehyung wants to play.
“Yeah. And what about you doing laundry on a Friday. Aren’t you usually still in bed at this hour.”
Taehyung shifts when he realizes what he says, his face flushes.
“Well you’re usually shuttling the kids at this hour.” you retort equally amused, taking a step toward him.
“It’s a holiday.” He rebutts.
“Oh, so that’s why your light was on past ten. You must’ve let them stay up.”
That statement makes Taehyung pause. He eyes you up and down because he’s not sure if he heard you right.
He did let the kids stay up, they ate popcorn and watched the newest Pixel movie. When he doesn’t say anything, you take that as an opportunity to talk some more.
“What did you make for dinner? It looked like lasagna. Was it lasagna?”
“You saw that?”
“Of course, you leave your blinds open almost all the time. And it didn’t help that you were shirtless. You’re hot,” you chuckle taking another step to him. “Don’t you ever peek inside my home?”
Taehyung only nods. The sheets on the clothes line are fluttering in the wind and so is the dress you are wearing, he can see you do not have on a bra. He’s nervous because he’s not sure where this line of questioning is leading to.
“What do you see?”
You laugh at the response and clutch the fabric laying across your stomach.
Taehyung can feel his lips into a smile as well. “Is that all?”
“You drink a lot of water and wine. Like alot.”
“I like a healthy balance. But that’s not hot at all. Don’t you ever see anything good?”
You are really close to him now, your fingers are grazing the hair on his forearm. An eyebrow is cocked to him and Taehyung debates what to say. The tension has heightened and he’s not sure if you are hitting on him or toying with him.
“I’ve seen you dance while you sweep.”
The fingers on his arm move up easily and begin to fiddle with the collar of his shirt. “I’m half naked when I sweep.” you whisper.
“I know,” Taehyung replies, the volume of his voice lowered to match yours.
And then your lips are crashing into his. The press hard against his and Taehyung can’t move, his whole body locks up and he’s staring at your eyes which are now closed. Your eyes open slowly and you look between them. Something settles on your face and you're moving away from him.
“I...I'm sorry. I thought-”
Taehyung’s dick tells him to move and he is, he’s wrapping his hands around your neck and bringing your lips back to him. You taste so good. His tongue is sweeping across your lips and they taste like chocolate. How do you smell like vanilla, but taste like chocolate. You’re a dangerous woman.
And you part those lips and let him kiss you deeper, move his tongue inside your mouth and get more of you and his taste buds. He groans and bites into your lower lip. He's getting hard over a kiss. And it's fucking embarrassing.
“Fuck Taehyung. How long has it been?” You ask as you pull away breathlessly. His eyes search your face and you're glancing down at his erection that is prominent in the thin black basketball shorts he is sporting. Your hand is gripping it tightly.
“How long since you fucked someone?”
Taehyung licks his lips and looks around nervously as you fingers slide to the waistband of the shirts while you lean in and begin peppering his neck with kisses.
“Too long,” he chokes out as your hand slides down his body, cupping his cock and then fingers tickling his balls.
“Do you want me to help you? I can help you if you want,” you whisper as your lips graze the corner of his mouth before you lick your tongue at it, he can feel the stubble prickle under its wetness.
You're kissing him hard and your grip around him tightens and Taehyung can't help but moan again, but this time into your mouth.
“I will take that as a yes,” you mutter before you're stepping back from him and unsnapping the buttons on your dress, letting him see you breasts clearly.
“Here? Now?” Taehyung asks, voice raising in pitch, eyes roving around the common space. All he can see around him is billowing sheets and two stone covered walls. And he looks up. He can see windows but he can't see inside. Can anyone see them?
“I will be quick. I’ve been thinking about this for awhile,” You muse as you settle on your knees for him, pulling his shorts down far enough to let his cock free.
“Fuck me,” Taehyung hisses as your tongue flicks the tip.
“Do you mean suck me?” You tease before you're working your way down his cock, your tongue slathering it messily with saliva. It's messy. He was right, you are a very messy girl.
A messy, dangerous girl.
It doesn’t take long before you're swallowing him down and Taehyung can feel his precum leaking down your throat. Holy shit, you looked like you loved what you were doing right now. Your mouth was stuffed with his cock and your eyes were smiling up at him and you were humming around him.
You were right. This was gonna be quick.
“You taste good Tae. You’ve got a beautiful cock,” you pant to him as you catch your breath and stroke him with your very wet hand, thanks to your efforts.
Taehyung feels his stomach tightening, he was so fucking close to cumming but he wants to cum in your mouth.
“Please,” he whimpers, “please use your mouth again he pants.”
His fingers wind around your neck and you're pliant. You force him back in your mouth easily and Taehyung huffs, his breathing growing ragged.
“Fuck you're good at this.”
“Mmhmm,” you hum.
He peels his eyes open and he can see your tits. And he wants to touch them. Before thinking twice he's hunching forward and using his other hand to slip between the fabric of your dress and his fingertips are soon met with your warm perky nipples and his body jerks forward making you gag on his dick. And the sensation has his body hurdling to orgasm quickly.
“Daddy! Daddy! I hurt myself.”
Taehyung makes an effort to remove his cock from your throat but your hands wrap around his ass and your nails dig into the flesh prompting him to stay in place. You keep still, but your eyes are fixed on him, almost begging him to stay. You keep his cock in your mouth, but no more bobbing, just swallowing around him.
“Are you bleeding?” He pants out.
“No. But I hurt my toe. I stubbed it on the coffee table,” Ella whines. Taehyung can tell she's not hurt but she does want attention. The cries were different.
“Princess, I am almost done,” Taehyung chokes out as you pull back slowly and then quickly shove him back in.
“Where are you, daddy?”
“Ella go back inside and get an ice pack, he warns trying not to sound like his soul is being sucked out from his cock. He feels his orgasm tingling up his spine, your movements have resumed and your hands are holding his ass tightly, pushing him deeper into your mouth.
“Princess,” Taehyung begins and his words get cut off when you swallow around him again. There's no way he's not about to cum. It's right fucking there.
“You can have two popsicles,” he shouts out as you repeat the action, his eyes can't help but stare at your lips wrapped around him.
"Okay!" She calls happily and he hears her footsteps retreat and he thanks the universe because he's cumming and he's cumming hard.
He's unloading down your throat and you are sucking it up like a champ. His hips stutter and you begin to make choking sounds. Taehyung panics and uses his strength that's left in him to jerk his cock out of your throat.
“I'm sorry,” he stutters, panic taking over his features as your eyes meet his, your chest is heaving but your eyes are glazed over and a small smile rests on your lips.
You take your fingers and wipe around your mouth and then open it widely. Your mouth is full of spit and his cum. Taehyung's cock throbs at the sight. You close your mouth and gulp loudly as you slowly shift to stand up, him rushing to grab your hand to aid you in the process.
Once to your feet you are buttoning your dress and smoothing it down and Taehyung adjusts himself so his dick is back in his shorts. “I-I,” he begins.
“Daddy! I can't find the popsicles!” Ella cries out. He spins, hearing her hurried feet and before he knows it she's parting through the sheets and grappling to his legs.
“There you are!” She exclaims as she buries her head into his thigh, her cheek smushes against the muscle as she turns to take you in.
“Hi donut lady!” She greets you with a tiny wave and you smile at her. “Hi princess.”
You look back at him and Taehyung's heart is hammering in his chest. So many things are rushing through his mind, how fucking good you are at sucking dick, the way you look so fucking beautiful right now even though you are the messiest woman he's possibly known, and how he almost got caught by getting his dick sucked by, as Ella called you, ‘donut lady’.
"Daddy I can't find the popsicles,” Ella continues to whine, not caring if she interrupted anything.
“Ella, you're being rude. I was talking with Ms. Y/N.”
“But daddy I got hurt. And you promised me two popsicles and I can't find them,” Ella sniffs and smushing her face back into his thigh.
“Taehyung, I actually have to be somewhere, you should go,” You interrupt, taking a step toward your laundry basket and giving him a smile and a nod. “I live right across the way. I will see you around.”
You turn your attention to his little one wrapped around his leg. “Bye princess. Your daddy will help you find those popsicles. He gave me a tasty one earlier.”
You wave and then wink to Taehyung before you disappear behind the sheets.
“I like her daddy. She's nice.”
“Yeah she is, princess. Yes. She Is.”
A/N: Read part Two here. Part Three here:
— LOVE YOU FIRST
★ summary: kim taehyung was his college’s heartthrob — local fuck boy and everyone’s dream. he had it all — the girls, the friend group, the status. he even had his childhood best friend who he would do anything for. but through drunken nights, one night stands, and having his best friend start dating for the first time, taehyung realizes that maybe he doesn’t have everything he’s ever wanted.
“did you fuck him?”
“what? taehyung i —”
“yes or no, y/n? did you fuck him?...did you let him touch you?”
★ pairing: fuckboyartist!taehyung x reader
★ genre: fluff, angst, humor, social media au, best friends to lovers, college au, slow-burn, non-idol au, drama, childhood best friends, more fluff, sexual content.
★ status: ongoing
★ schedule: updates on wednesdays and saturdays at 6 pm est.
★ authors note: this is my first social media au so please be gentle while i get the hang of it. i’ll mark written parts and mature content as needed. hope you guys like it and let me know what u think. xo
➳ part one: introductions
➳ part two: biggest baby
➳ part three: mhm
➳ part four: all day
➳ part five: reminds me of you (written)
➳ part six: favorite girl
➳ part seven: unbelievable
➳ part eight: best like that
➳ part nine: gorgeous’s #1 fan
➳ part ten: so what…
➳ part eleven: coffee
↳ bonus: close to you (written)
➳ part twelve: bear
➳ part thirteen: right?
➳ part fourteen: the art thing
➳ part fifteen: crazy boy (m)
➳ part sixteen: crazy boy (continued)
➳ part seventeen: a little tipsy
➳ part eighteen: want you
➳ part nineteen: miss you
BTS + PUBLIC SEX (maknae line x female!reader)
english isn't my first language so please excuse any mistakes and feel free to let me know.
it will never come from him, no way! jungkook is a shy guy who prefers to fuck you in the comfort and privacy of his room; while you, a needy, depraved little slut, love to tease him in public. quite a combination! for you it's always fun to see the shocked expressions, his face turning red and how he starts to stutter due to nervousness. you never went too far.
until that day.
you drank little, but you did not want to risk then you chose to take a ride with yoongi and his girlfriend. in the backseat, next to you were hoseok and seokjin, completely drunken chatting loudly while you were sitting on his lap trying to understand the subject of the older ones. he was so fucking hard and felt that he could blow up of so much horns before he got home, then took advantage of it was not possible to listen to his own thoughts due to considerably high music added to the scandalous conversation, and took his hand to your hip and forced a experimental movement.
as he made sure no one would pay attention, he hid his face on your shoulder and continued rubbing in you blatantly, repressing the moans with bites on your skin. he come so hard in his own pants and was ridiculously good.
since you started dating taehyung, sex in the most unlikely and risky places has become very common. are you at the movies? with the softest expression on his face, he'll slip his hand surreptitiously down your thighs until he gets to your core, stimulate your pulse point and threaten to penetrate your needy entrance, but he won't really. he's sure to make you suckle him in the parking lot or ride his dick in the car, taehyung also makes a point of exploring your pussy with his tongue at the back of the library during your lunch break.
he's a fucking eccentric, provocative exhibitionist. you like it more than you like to admit.
the place wasn't ideal, but you were really drunk and too horny to even think about running off for a quickie in the party bathroom.
the cold tile against your back was uncomfortable, the fabric of your dress was bunched up above your hips, your panties pushed to the side, arms around his neck as he kept both hands gripping the flesh of your thighs as he pushed with forcing against you. the sensation was so pleasurable that you couldn't contain your loud moans, so you hoped that the loud music outside would serve to drown out the erotic sounds coming out of your mouths.
loving me is something you can never do
word count: 799
genre: angst, heartbreak
“You know,” he paused, desperate. “You know, I won’t hurt you as they did.” My breaths were shaky and uneven. I felt helpless. He would never understand. He couldn’t.
“Please,” I watched his shadow shift closer. My breath hitched in my throat at the thought of him so near me.
“Please tell me why I-”
“Because I keep getting hurt.” I blurted out and it felt as if time had stopped. He was silent and I wasn’t sure if I should be relieved.
“I…” I started, and I didn’t know why but the words started pouring out of my mouth desperately.
“I gave my soul to the first guy and he broke me,” My sadness was turning into tearful anger and I couldn’t hold it in. I had no control over the words I said or how I said them. For a second, I thought I was yelling.
“I spent months trying to fill the void he left and when I thought I finally found it, I…” My tears felt cool on my heated cheeks, warm from the furious blush blooming within me. I had to exhale a breath as I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated and in disbelief that I was letting myself go like this in front of him.
“Then I fucked that up too. I let him take care of me and I let that hole get filled up with an illusion of love.” I explained exasperatedly. I closed my eyes and drew in a breath in hopes that it would help hold back my tears.
But it coaxed them instead.
“That was not love. Not for me.” I felt like falling onto my knees. My hands were trembling and my heart still racing, the thumping booming in my ears.
“So I left when I kept feeling empty. And what? Do you think that made me feel like a God?” I finally looked up at him, thinking he would be glaring at me but his face had contorted into something sad, something pained. He looked like I had just hurt him but the words would just not stop.
“No,” I almost laughed.
“I laid myself like a mat on his doorstep and told myself that every time he ignored me, pushed me away, scolded me, I deserved it; as if I was a child that took some candy she wasn’t supposed to.”
“I told myself,” A shiver ran down my spine as I realized what I was admitting out loud. I had always been afraid of saying things aloud, which was perhaps the reason my thoughts felt too heavy on most days. I felt that if I did speak the words, they were true. Admitting that I wasn’t completely in love with someone made me feel like I was a bad person, someone undeserving of it.
“I told myself that I would never let someone walk all over me like that again and not only did I allow it to happen, I did it on purpose.” It felt as if the lasso of truth was wrapped around my neck, forcing the words to stumble from my lips as the rope choked the life out of me. It was getting harder to breathe by the second and I wouldn’t have thought I’d be able to continue.
“So no, I can’t be with you.” The words were pushed from my throat like they were bile. I didn’t want to say it. Hell, if I could take them back, I would. I wanted to love him. I wanted to be there for him. I wanted to be the one that he would come home to, whose texts he would smile at, the person he longed for.
“You’re full of life and hope for what we can be,” I clutched my shirt in my fist, trying to stop the rapid beating of my heart.
“And I am just this black hole that will drain all of that from you.” I knew what would happen. I ruined myself for someone, and in turn, I ruined someone else too. I could not curse him with the same fate. I could not leave him barren and dry, empty and lonely.
He deserved better.
So I stopped myself from holding his face in my frail hands one last time, from kissing him goodbye. I stopped myself from silently praying he would beg me to stay because dear God, I wanted to so bad. I could imagine a life with him, where I could make him happy and he could help build me up again.
A life where I was no longer the broken doll he would eventually get sick of.
“So please,” I whispered, and unclenched my fists, understanding what it meant to be turning away from him.
“Save yourself from me.”
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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 🥴
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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.
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.
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?”
“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.
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.”
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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only you masterlist | kim taehyung
➛ main pairing: taehyung x female reader
➛ genre: angst, eventual smut, college au, unrequited love au, friends to possible lovers au, fuckboy au, slow burn
➛ series summary: falling in love with your best friend can be painful, especially if those feelings aren’t returned. and there is only so much your heart can take before it finally breaks. and when that time comes you must then decide whether you want to continue your friendship, or end it for your own sake.
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prologue: the first time he leaves you hanging
for the first time ever, your weekly movie night doesn’t end in smiles and laughs but instead in tears and heartache.
chapter one: forgiveness, maybe
taehyung attempts to apologize for last night—by taking you out on a romantic dinner.
chapter two: holiday shopping and first time greetings
while shopping for the upcoming holidays, you and taehyung happen to run into the girl he has been sleeping with for nearly half a year. choi jia.
chapter three: the painful truth
hurtful words are exchanged, hearts are left aching, one party is feeling nothing but anger while the other is left betrayed, and broken.
chapter four: losing hope
a trip that was suppose change everything, changes everything—just not in a way you wanted it to.
chapter five: christmas surprises
christmas time has arrived, mixed feelings finally come to light, and an unexpected guest suddenly shows up.
chapter six: traditions are meant to be broken
when it’s time for you and taehyung’s annual christmas tradition, two people come between you two and leave you both questioning yourselves.
chapter seven: the heartbreaking truth
the words that you never wanted to hear, finally comes out, crushing the last bit of hope you had left.
chapter eight: slowly losing you(coming soon)
days has passed since that night and you are beginning to accept the fact that you and taehyung will never happen. as for taehyung, he can feel you slowly pulling away from him.
Enemy ‖ eight
Taehyung rethinks his actions while you have a hard time dealing with them.
⤑ word count: 9.2k
⤑ pairing: taehyung x reader
⤑ genre: smut, friends with benefits, non-idol!au, fuckboy!taehyung
⤑ warnings: 18+ minors dni! discussions about sexual acts
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Taehyung ran up the stairs and barged into the room as fast as he could, sweat washing over him as he thought about all the things that could have gone wrong in the meantime. A sigh of relief left his mouth when he realized that your clothes were still there and that no freaks had entered the room in the meantime. Well, except him, but he was the type of freak you were okay with. Maybe not anymore, but that was yet to be determined at that point.
“It’s me!” Taehyung shouted loud enough for you to hear him since it was obvious you were still in the bathroom. “I’ll watch the door.”
You didn’t say anything back, but Taehyung heard you turning on the water. As he sat on the bed and listened to you shower, he realized that Yoongi was right: he was a total asshole who was so full of himself and this idea that he was so much better than everyone out there who let themselves care about others.
“But why do I care?” Taehyung shrugged. “You don’t stay around after a hookup, right?”
Yoongi’s eyes turned into slits as he gave his friend a glare that gave off exactly what he was feeling. “You care, Taehyung, whether you like it or not. You want a deal with this girl because you don’t want her to be with other people. You’re mad at Hoseok for interfering, which is totally fine if you want her for yourself, and you’re mad at yourself for being unable to admit it,” Yoongi explained while shaking his head at Taehyung, acting like he was disgusted with what he’d just heard. “All this time, I’ve been trying to get you to realize it, but you have to fight me every step of the way.”
“I’ve never said that,” Taehyung was quick to respond, refusing to admit to something that could have easily been true. Yoongi knew him well, and there were a lot of things to unpack in what he’d just said.
“Oh, really? You didn’t tell me you two were exclusively fucking each other?”
Ah, Yoongi slipped up. Taehyung saw a chance and took it. “Fucking and dating aren’t the same thing.”
“Yeah, I get that, trust me. But when was the last time you took a girl out for breakfast after having sex with her? Never. The last time you let someone spend the night at yours? Never. You spending a night and the morning with a girl? Unheard of,” Yoongi said in a spiteful tone, stopping just to raise his eyebrows at his friend. “But here you are, breaking all your stupid rules for this super sweet girl who seems to be able to look past all the nastiness you exude and likes you for who you are. And then, to get back at me and prove me wrong, you treat her like she’s cheap and replaceable when we both know she isn’t. Otherwise, you would have already replaced her a long time ago.”
“Maybe.” Taehyung shrugged, wondering why he felt terrible all of a sudden. “She’s a nice girl. But our deal is about sex.”
“You don’t know how to treat someone you like with respect. You really think a woman who cares enough about you to let you fuck her over and over again will be okay with you doing that to her and then walking out. How are you this emotionally stunted, man? Who hurt you?” Yoongi placed his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and patted it. “I’m telling you, if you don’t go upstairs and talk to this girl, your deal is off for good. But, I think that’s better for her unless you do something about the way you’re acting.”
Taehyung huffed at his friend. Wasn’t he already making a fool out of himself by treating you a lot better than anyone else? “I don’t know what else to do other than treat her like I’ve been treating her.”
“Really?” Yoongi leaned in, an inch away from his face, and grimaced. “You don’t know how else to treat her!? You can’t wait for her to shower, hug her, kiss her, hold her hand, take her out for burgers again, or just walk her home? You don’t know how to do that, right. All you know is how to fuck because you’re an irresistible guy, and the rest of us are losers for caring about people.”
“I never said that.”
“Well, you meant it, and it’s coming to bite you in the ass. Know why? Because now you don’t even know how to explain to yourself why you’re feeling like shit, and I can tell that you are because you haven’t had one comeback to all of this and you’ve dropped the snarky facade, which only happens once in a blue moon. Go up there and grovel, man, and tell her you actually like her...”
Not long after, right when he was in the middle of replaying the conversation with his friend, you walked out of the bathroom. You weren’t naked, as Taehyung expected. Instead, you wrapped the towel around you and walked out to get your clothes, which he had already collected and placed on the bed for you. It was the least he could do.
“Hey,” you said and grabbed the clothes, walking back into the bathroom to get dressed. You denied Taehyung the chance to see you naked again, which wasn’t something he was used to from you. Clearly, he fucked up, like Yoongi suggested. Everything about the exchange felt cold, which was crazy considering how close you were just earlier.
A while later, you walked out of the bathroom completely dressed, and Taehyung realized that most of your make up was gone. Earlier, you had eyeliner and mascara on, he was pretty certain. Now, it seemed like the liner was gone and there were some remnants of mascara, but nothing too noticeable. Why did you already remove it? Unless…
“What’s wrong?” Taehyung decided to be the first one to speak, realizing you two just had to have a conversation about your thing, whatever it was. It was either that or not speaking again—it was obvious from the way you seemed to be shying away from him. Not letting him watch you get dressed, not looking him in the eye, not talking… The signs were there. Taehyung was a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid.
“I’m just tired,” you lied, eyes focused on the door as if you were just dying to get the hell out of there. Yet, you didn’t move from your place.
“Are you sure?” Taehyung gave you another chance to be honest with him. That was your deal, right? All you wanted was honesty.
“Yes,” you responded curtly, not even looking at him.
Taehyung didn’t know what to say to that. To him, it was very obvious you were upset and didn’t want anything to do with him. It was also obvious he wanted to talk it out, yet you didn’t want to give him a chance. He asked you, twice now, and you pretended everything was fine.
“Why are you back?” you asked, breaking the silence, and Taehyung left a sigh of relief. Finally, something.
“I shouldn’t have left in the first place.” That was honest, completely. He shouldn’t have gone out and left you here alone.
“Ok…” You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest and tonguing the inside of your cheek, looking like you’d rather be anywhere else.
“I hate this,” Taehyung grunted and sat down on the bed, shaking his head. He did hate it, all of it. That was exactly why he never got involved with people—it all got too complicated. “Can we just talk?”
“Hate what?” The spite in your voice didn’t go over Taehyung’s head. You clearly decided you weren’t going to help him out at all here, and he kind of had it coming. The night was going great until he got scared of Yoongi being fucking right.
“You looking at me like that, us being this weird…” Taehyung explained, hoping you’ll understand without him going into detail. “We’re always honest with each other, right? And you don’t seem honest now.”
“You mean honest like you were when you told me you just wanted to go home earlier?” You did it again, smacked him in the face with his words, made him feel like a fool for even bringing something up. “Because you’re still here. How was that honest, then?”
“Oh… I… I’m an idiot,” Taehyung nodded and looked at you, not even trying to come up with an excuse. He was a total jerk, yes, and he had to admit it to you if he wanted you to forget this ever happened. The room suddenly felt so small and stuffy, like it was suffocating him.
“Well, that’s a good start.” You sighed and looked away again, letting your eyes wander all over the room, but never looking directly at him. It made him feel small, Taehyung realized, you not even wanting to look him in the eye. Did he really fuck up that much? It wasn’t even that serious.
“I know, I fucked up. But I came back,” he pointed out, hoping that would get him some points at least. It was more than he would have done for anyone else, and that had to count for something.
“It doesn’t really undo anything, does it?” You spread your arms, getting visibly more frustrated with Taehyung by the second, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. He wasn’t good at arguing with people, especially not when they were upset, maybe even hurt. That was the worst thing about it for him—seeing you almost in pain because of something so stupid and pointless he did.
“It doesn’t,” his voice almost failed him, so Taehyung swallowed the lump in his throat and decided to be as honest as he could. “All this Hoseok stuff really fucked with me.”
“Why?” You grimaced and finally decided to look at him, even if only for a second. “It’s between me and him and it’s stupid. I didn’t want you to get involved. In fact, I specifically asked you not to because it’s something I can handle. You picked a fight with him on your own.”
That was true, you were right. You never asked him to talk to Hoseok, threaten him, or stand up for you—that was all Taehyung’s doing. Why he did that was still a bit unclear to him, but he felt a need to. He couldn’t just let your ex whatever-he-was say those things about you and get away with them, it felt unfair. But, everything that happened after the fight Taehyung picked with the guy was on him. It was just because Hoseok found a way to get under his skin, and it had nothing to do with you.
He cleared his throat and spoke, “I know, but I didn’t want him to tell you these things because they’re not true and he’s just bitter.”
“You don’t have to look out for me. I know Hoseok and I know how to talk to him,” you spat the words at Taehyung, reminding him once again that you and Hoseok had a different type of connection, one that you could never have with a guy like Taehyung. It was his own fault. After all, Hoseok may have called you a slut in anger, but he’d never walk out on you like Taehyung had.
Since he didn’t say anything to that, you went on. “So Hoseok’s the reason you did that and then just left and made me feel like the dirtiest whore out there? Yeah, let’s blame Hoseok!”
“I…” What was he supposed to say? It was so much more complex than that. It wasn’t Hoseok and the things he said about you, it was all of it together—you two being close, you three fucking, Hoseok wanting you, Taehyung being unable to be a normal person, Yoongi telling him exactly that. It was all too much. Shit like that never happened to Taehyung, and you didn’t seem to understand that. None of it was like him, and it just confused him.
Taehyung quickly got up and took a step towards you, reaching out to grab hold of you. However, he quickly gave up on the idea and pulled his hands back because he realized it wasn’t what you wanted. The last thing you needed was him touching you after what he’d done. He fucked up, big time. “No. It’s all of this.” His voice came out a lot weaker than he intended it to, but he couldn’t help it. It was difficult to admit.
“What? The deal? You can’t do it?” you asked before chuckling, but it wasn’t a happy kind of chuckle. No, it was more of an I-hate-your-guts kind of chuckle, one that Taehyung was used to by now, just not from you. “If it’s that, just tell me. I won’t get hurt. I’ll get hurt if you treat me like shit, though.”
“No, no. It’s not that, I can do it. The deal works as it is,” Taehyung nodded as he spoke, hoping you’d understand that he really wasn’t tempted to fuck other women. Yeah, he could do it, but would it feel as gratifying as fucking you did? Probably not. So, why take the risk and lose a pretty good thing?
Yeah, that was exactly what you two had—a good fucking thing, even if a bit messy and fucked up and not what other people would go for. Did other people even matter? Taehyung sighed when he thought that mostly because he had let other people get inside of his head.
You scoffed and shook your head, your lips trembling—with anger or hurt, he couldn’t really tell. “Then what is it? I just don’t get you.” You looked at him like he was an asshole, and he deserved it. “Like… Why? Why all of this? You say you want it, then you don’t. You fight Hoseok, then you can’t do it.”
Taehyung gulped but couldn’t get himself to say a word. The truth was, he was having a hard time explaining it to himself, deciphering all the things he was feeling, all the things he said and heard, and putting them all into words that made some sense. He needed time to process it, he’d needed it for a while now, but it was easier to bury his head in the sand and hope for the best.
You, however, didn’t seem to have time to wait for him to make his mind up, and he couldn’t blame you—you have every right to be pissed off. “Ha, so much for being honest!”
“No, listen—” Taehyung sighed and realized it was now or never. Maybe you’d get it. “My friend has just been getting inside my head lately with all this talk about me having this deal with you because I never do this. And he’s been trying to convince me that I care about you, you know, like I want to be with you and I am jealous of Hoseok and all that, and it just got to me,” he spoke without pausing, watching your eyes widen as you listened, hearing his own voice falter, become weak. “He said I give you special treatment, that I don’t treat you like I treat everyone else, and that it’s obvious why. So I, being the asshole that I am, realized he was right and that I give you special treatment, so I treated you like everyone else.”
Then, Taehyung realized that your eyes were welling up with tears and that you decided to rub them before they fell in front of him. You were too proud to let him see you cry because of him, but that didn’t make him feel any better. Of course, he didn’t want to see you cry, but not because it would be uncomfortable—it was because Taehyung would know he was to blame for it, and that’s something that would have made him feel bad. No matter what kind of a guy he was, he really didn’t get off on making people cry, especially people who have always been nice to him like you have.
“It’s stupid, I know,” he went on, feeling the need to keep talking, unable to bear the silence and the sight of you almost crying because of something really idiotic and meaningless he did. “I really fucked up and I do feel bad about making you feel… Bad.”
“Taehyung, I don’t need or want you to care about me that way. You made it clear that you don’t and that you never will,” you said, your voice shaking. “But I do expect you to care for me as a person. Fuck buddies should be on friendly terms, right? I’m sure you wouldn’t treat a friend this way.”
He reached out to touch you, but you moved away, denying him the comfort of your touch. “Please, don’t, not now.”
“It won’t happen again,” Taehyung said, sighing. He was defeated, completely. You’d never moved away from him like that, never turned him down so easily, never spoke to him in that tone. “I promise.”
“I don’t know if I can believe that,” you said with a shrug, looking very hurt. “How can I be sure you won’t kick me out of your car the next time we fuck there? Or throw me out of your apartment when we’re done? God forbid your friend thinks you like me.”
Taehyung groaned at himself, sighing deeply before he said something he would regret. He just wanted to swear at himself and his stupidity for getting himself in this situation. Of course he fucking liked you—you two have been fucking for a while now, you got along well, and he had the best time when he was with you. What was so wrong about admitting that? Why did he even get upset over his friend insinuating that? “You know me, and I wouldn’t do that,” he tried to sound reassuring when he told you that, but the frown on your face told Taehyung you just didn’t buy it.
“Well, I thought you wouldn’t literally piss on me and then leave me naked in someone else’s bathroom, but I was fucking wrong, wasn’t I?” The tone of voice you used was enough to make him feel dumb. But, it was the way you looked at Taehyung that completely ruined him. Your eyes were narrowed into slits as you glared at him angrily, with disgust on your face, hurt written all over it.
At that moment, he felt like the worst person alive. He was a selfish, horny idiot. That was all there was to it. What you said sounded terrible because it really was terrible. There was no explanation that could make it sound acceptable, no way to make it seem better. Who the fuck did things like that, honestly? The alcohol Taehyung drank evaporated from his system in the meantime, leaving him sober and embarrassed by his earlier actions.
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung told you, unable to come up with anything that described what he was feeling any better. “It was a mistake. I just… I felt bad about seeing you like that.” That was the truth. It wasn’t his feelings, it wasn’t Hoseok or Yoongi—it was Taehyung and him doing this to you that made him walk away and pretend it never happened. He didn’t walk away because he regretted being with you, having the deal with you, or anything like that. He just couldn’t handle what he’d done.
His statement confused you. You frowned and asked, “Like what?”
“I mean, I shouldn’t have tried to treat you like I treat other girls I don’t even remember,” he explained with a sigh. That was it. Seeing you like that made him feel bad because you meant more than just stupid fun at the end of a night, more than a person he can try out a kink with and move on like he didn’t know them. You didn’t deserve to be with a guy like him, who’d do that to you. “It’s a shitty thing to do, even for me, but I hope you’ll be able to… Forgive this.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” you said and tried to walk past him, but Taehyung placed his hand in front of you, making you run into it and stopping you from leaving. His hand slid down your side and wrapped around your waist, pulling your side into his stomach, but you still stared right ahead, refusing to look to the side and face him. You were too proud to give him a chance, as you should have been. Taehyung knew he fucked up.
“Let’s not do this,” you muttered the words under your breath, jaw clenched, eyes watering. Even though you seemed to be pissed off with him, you weren’t trying to break free from his touch, and that gave Taehyung some hope.
“Please don’t leave yet,” Taehyung leaned in and rested his forehead against the side of your head, taking a deep breath. You smelled divine, as always. Familiar, even. He was used to you. “Let’s talk this out.”
“Taehyung,” you said with a sigh, still refusing to look at him. “I want to leave because I don’t know what else to tell you. I feel terrible, I really want to get home, take a long shower in my own bathroom so I stop feeling so fucking dirty and gross, and I want to forget this ever happened. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.”
With a gentle squeeze to your side, Taehyung exhaled softly. “You can trust me.” His words sounded so cheap now, after everything he’d done to you.
“How do I know that? I feel scared of the next thing you’re going to try to convince yourself we’re just strangers who fuck,” you admitted, voice practically cracking by the end of the sentence, and your doubt upset him.
He wasn’t angry, just disappointed with himself. Because of the way he had acted, you no longer trusted him, and that was the one thing that was great about you two. Honesty, trust, having fun… It was possible because you could be real with each other, and Taehyung and his dick ruined that.
“I won’t,” was all he could tell you, but he meant it. He’d never do something as stupid as that again if you gave him a chance.
“Again, how do I know that?” you spat the words at him before grabbing his hand, prying it away from your body, and pushing it away from your waist in anger. Taehyung felt like you were about to really walk away for good and that he’d never get to even talk to you again, which was something he would hate to see happen. When would he ever meet someone that made him want to give this a go? He’d never met someone like that before you.
So, instead of completely ruining the whole thing, Taehyung wrapped both arms around you and pulled you in for a hug. Surprisingly, you didn’t struggle, but you definitely weren’t about to hug him back. Despite your initial protest, you relaxed in his arms and let him hug you, sighing deeply. Not knowing what else to do, Taehyung leaned in, resting his chin on your head. “Because I do fucking care for you, somehow. I don’t know what to do about it.”
It was a huge thing for someone like Taehyung to admit, especially since it was the first time he’d ever said something so personal to someone. It was like he’d just given you leverage, something you could use against him when you wanted to hurt him, and that wasn’t something Taehyung ever wanted.
The words were hard to even think of, let alone say, but they were honest and real, and that was what he promised you. He knew that was why he hated seeing you like that, hated thinking of you as someone he could use for sex—you’d stopped being just that a long time ago. People used him for sex, too, there was nothing bad in that if both people agree on it, but with you, things just didn’t work that way, not anymore.
Taehyung wasn’t sure what he was expecting you to say to his sudden confession, but it definitely wasn’t what you mumbled, “If this is how you treat people you care about, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“I don’t know how to do it, that’s the problem, and I get it,” he admitted through a whisper, feeling even more vulnerable than before. How do other people do it? How do they talk about these things, how are they okay with them? “What would make this better? Do you want to do the same to me?”
Taehyung felt you sigh before he heard you grunt, and then your body went all stiff in his arms. “Do you really think treating you like shit would make me feel better? Come on, Tae… Why would I want that?”
“We’d be even,” he suggested, even though it was a stupid think to even think.
You moved away from his touch, and he was scared you were going to walk out. But, you only took a step backwards and looked straight into his eyes. “Fuck, Taehyung, I don’t want to be even. We’re not kids, I don't think I need to hurt you back to feel better, and I won’t. I just want to know that I can trust you not to let me down like that anymore. It’s not about the golden shower, believe me. I want to try things with someone I can trust, which is why I said yes to you in the first place. But now, I feel like the trust is gone, and I don’t know what else to do.”
That made a lot of sense. Taehyung would have a hard time trusting you if you did something similar. And then, it would all stop. Realizing how you were feeling only made his stomach drop and his throat dried up at the idea of you never trusting him again.
So, he said the first thing he could come up with, something that sounded reasonable, something that would convince you to stay. “We don’t have to fuck until you trust me.”
“Okay, so you’ll wait for me to call you for months?” you countered with a cocked up eyebrow. Usually, when you’d give him that look, it was a sign of you being in the mood. That night, it was a sign of you thinking he was an idiot.
Taehyung gulped, feeling dread wash over him—not because he couldn’t hold on without sex for that long, but because he didn’t want to go on without talking to you or seeing you for months. Months sounded like a long time. “We can, uh, talk and hang out without having sex. Right?”
“Since when do you want that?” You crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for him to come up with something.
“I’ve just told you that I do,” Taehyung explained with a sigh, realizing he’d have to work harder on convincing you. “Like I’ve said, all this with Hoseok got me thinking.”
Your eyes widened and you nodded. “Is this about the beef you have with Hoseok and you wanting to prove you’re better?”
“No, it’s not that. I just realized that you could really just change your mind and start hooking up with Hoseok or anyone else for that matter, and the thought really bugged me. Not because it’s him, but because it’s you. I have fun with you, I do see you as a friend, and it would really suck if we stopped seeing each other.” There, he said it.
“Okay, listen… The next time you start thinking about stuff that worries you and has something to do with us, just let me fucking know,” you muttered the words out and gave him a knowing look. “I don’t expect you to care or change your behavior towards me. I’m fine with getting to fuck you when we’re both in the mood, but I’m not fine with you treating me like I’m someone you can just walk out on.”
“It will never happen again, I promise,” Taehyung crossed his heart with a couple of nods. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get in my head like that again, but I will let you know.”
You hummed and looked to the side, eyes wandering around while you thought about something. “Is it… Was it because I told you that you have a soft spot for me?”
Oh, you did say that, and it did make Taehyung feel like Yoongi was right. It felt like everyone could see it except him. When he’d heard you say it, it just convinced him that he was the only one who doesn’t know himself at all. “It was that and all the other things I’ve mentioned. It all happened within an hour and it’s a lot to process.”
“That’s exactly how I feel,” you admitted, gulping loudly, showing some kind of nervousness Taehyung wasn’t used to seeing from you. “Maybe we should go home.”
Home? Taehyung didn’t want to say goodbye for the night, not after everything. He needed to be around you for a while longer, just until he felt like everything was okay, like he hadn’t ruined everything. “Can I… Come with you?” he dared ask, knowing you could turn him down.
Without batting an eye, you did exactly that. “I’d rather if you don’t. Not now.”
“Are you sure?”
You scoffed and looked at him again, your expression softening a bit. “Yes. I want to be alone and think about everything.”
Taehyung’s heart sank to his stomach when he realized you were determined not to spend more time with him. It could have been just a temporary thing—you didn’t want to talk to him that night. But, Taehyung was scared. What if it turned into something permanent?
So, desperately, he suggested, “Can I walk you home?”
“I’m tired, I’ll get a cab.” Once again, you turned him down easily, showing him you really didn’t want to be around him, which was upsetting, and not in the angry type of way. No, Taehyung just felt his chest shrink down until it felt like he couldn’t take a breath.
But, he had to let you have your way. It was your right not to want to be around him, especially after the way he treated you. If he kept pushing and trying to force you to talk to him, Taehyung would just ruin everything, and he was already on thin ice with you.
Finally, he came up with something that sounded appropriate, something that would buy him a little more time with you. “Let’s share an Uber, at least.”
You said yes to that, even though unwillingly, and the wait for the Uber was really weird. You both stood out there in the cold, and Taehyung just really wanted to hug you, but it was out of the question. Your usual thing was kissing, groping, having your hands on each other when you were somewhere together. That night, you were standing feet apart, bodies not even brushing against one another, let alone touching. Taehyung could forget all about kissing and hugging. They were privileges he’d lost by being a fucking moron.
The last thing he wanted was for you to go home and think about what a piece of shit he was and decide to break things off with him. But, he couldn’t prevent that from happening. You had every right to decide you were over this thing with him, and Taehyung couldn’t do anything about it. Still, it didn’t feel like he made things right.
The drive to your place was quiet, but Taehyung used the opportunity to place his hand over yours. Surprisingly, you didn’t move it away, so that felt comforting. You may have been pissed off at him, but you at least appreciated him holding his hand over yours, and that was something. It wasn’t something he usually did, but he was desperate to keep you close then, dying to have you treat him the way you usually do.
When the driver pulled up at your place, Taehyung got out of the car with you, not even thinking about his decision twice. What was he supposed to do, drive off without getting to talk to you in private for a minute or two, without saying goodbye? He definitely wasn’t going to do it in a fucking Uber, not after the fuck up he’d made earlier.
You, on the other hand, weren’t so keen on the idea, judging by the glare you gave him when he stepped onto the sidewalk and stood right next to you. “Where are you going?”
“I want to walk you to your door,” he told you while you just stood there and glared at him, making him feel like an even bigger idiot than he already was.
“Taehyung… Please go back inside,” you hissed the words at him like you were angry, even though he thought you were on somewhat good terms again. Wasn’t that what your conversation back in the room was all about? “You can’t stay over.”
“I know…” Taehyung nodded, hoping you saw that wasn’t his goal, “I just want to… Hug you, at least.”
It was an embarrassing thing to admit, but it would definitely make him feel better. Well, it would at least make Taehyung feel like you didn’t hate him, and that was something.
The way you scoffed made his head snap up in your direction. “You want a hug? You, Kim Taehyung? Kim I’ve-never-had-a-feeling-in-my-life Taehyung? Please.” The tone told him you were done with him for the night.
“That was mean,” he pointed out, even if he couldn’t blame you for saying all those things. You had every right to be mean to him and not take his words seriously, especially not after he walked out on you in that position at someone else’s place. Besides, you were right—Taehyung wasn’t the type of guy who cared or asked for hugs, yet there he was, needing one from you.
“It was. You’re right. I’m sorry,” you whispered, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. “I’m just mad now, and that’s why I think it’s best if you go home.”
“I think we should spend more time together and…” he gulped, “talk about it. I don’t want to go home knowing you’re mad at me.” It was the truth—Taehyung would hate going to bed knowing you’re in your bed thinking about how much you hate him or, even worse, crying over the way he treated you.
“You can’t fuck your way out of everything, Taehyung.”
Well, touché. You had a comeback for everything he said, which usually amused him. Tonight, it only served as a reminder of what kind of an asshole Taehyung was to you and how good he’d had it all that time when he was on your good side, when you treated him well, when you were gentle with him.
He admitted, “I’m starting to realize that.”
“Maybe I’ve misspoken. I meant, I don’t want to go home knowing you’re hurt because of me,” Taehyung began, hoping he’d manage to get the words out in a way that made sense. “When I walked out on you, I didn’t think that I wanted to humiliate or hurt you. I thought I should treat this girl like I treat every other one because I just don’t care and I don’t want people to get any ideas.”
You tried to fight the urge to roll your eyes at him, but you failed and did it with a snort. “Wow, every girl’s dream.”
“But it’s not true, clearly,” he added quickly. It wasn’t, it really wasn’t. Fucking Yoongi was right. He did care about you and wanted things to stay the same. At the same time, Hoseok was wrong.
“I kind of doubt that, Tae,” you told him softly, eyes sparkling in the dark.
This time, he couldn’t help but groan. “Why in the fuck would I be here? I got to fuck you. I got to play out a dumb fantasy. I could have just left like I said I would. I’d find someone else to fuck. I like us!”
“Who’s ‘us’, Taehyung? We don’t exist,” you pointed out slowly, your voice almost cracking again. You were right—you two as a thing didn’t really exist—but weren’t you friends with benefits? Wasn’t he the only guy who got to kiss you and touch you and fuck you whenever you both wanted it? That had to count for something. As if you noticed the disappointed look on his face despite not even looking at him, you sighed and quickly added, “Let’s call it a night, hm? It’s been too eventful for my liking, and I just really want to be alone.”
And then, you leaned in for a hug, which he gladly accepted. The hug you gave Taehyung was a weak attempt to try to make it seem that things were alright. You did it for him, to get him to go home and leave you alone, which he did. He let you out of his embrace when he felt you pushing away, and wished you a good night, hoping you’d ask him to stay. You promised to text him when you had time to think about the whole thing some more, but Taehyung felt that was just your way of letting him down gently.
So, he wallowed in self-pity for a while, hoping that you’d call him or that he’d forget about it. Since he didn’t want to compromise your deal, Taehyung couldn’t exactly go out and fuck someone, which meant he didn’t have that many options other than just try to forget. He didn’t talk about the whole thing with Yoongi, deciding not to let other people mess with his head anymore. He knew what he felt, and he was just waiting for your decision. Whatever happened was going to happen between you two, and the opinions of his friends or fucking Hoseok didn’t matter.
Despite feeling like crap, Taehyung went out the next week after his friends insisted he came. He’d been spending time on his own all week, and they were wondering if everything was okay. Since the last thing he wanted was to discuss anything related to you, which would definitely happen if Yoongi had a say in it, Taehyung just decided to go out with them and pretend he was feeling just fine.
He may have gone out, but he wasn’t really drinking—just a drink or two to stay awake and have enough patience to deal with drunk assholes. Were all drunk people usually that annoying or was it just because Taehyung was finally sober for a change? Whatever it was, it made him feel antsy. He avoided large crowds and stuck with the couple of people he knew who weren’t obnoxiously drunk—not just yet.
And then, he noticed you walking in with a couple of friends, tipsy and happy. Taehyung could tell by the way you were giggling and holding onto your friend’s arm, not even looking around the room to see who was there. Definitely drunk. The sound of your giggling filled his ears, and he wished he could just walk over to you and kiss you, maybe even grab your ass, ask you to come upstairs with him, like he’d done so many times before. But, even a hug would have been nice. He just needed a sign that it was all okay, that it would go back to normal, that he hasn’t ruined the whole thing by thinking with his stupid fucking dick.
Your eyes meet for a second or two, but definitely long enough for you to realize it was him you were looking at. You froze for an instant but quickly recovered and looked away, continuing to talk to your friends, making your way out of the room and into the next one, away from Taehyung’s questioning gaze. He had no right to follow you or walk up to you to see how you were doing. You asked him for time to think. If your idea of thinking about you two was going out and drinking with friends, he definitely wasn’t going to blame you. Taehyung just hoped you’d let him know what you’d decided and not just string him along.
An hour later, he started feeling restless, wondering where you were, who you were with, and whether you were even thinking about him. You were all he could think about, and it felt annoying, to say the least. Taehyung had another drink in the meantime, but it was nowhere near enough to stop thinking about you. Against his better judgment, he pretended to be looking for the bathroom and walked around the place, hoping to see you. But, he was praying he wasn’t going to run into you with someone else. For some reason, that thought would really upset him, Taehyung was aware.
Thankfully, you were with your friends, dancing and laughing, looking as gorgeous and carefree as ever. You were drunk, that much was clear, but not too drunk to be out of it. He watched you dance for a while, letting his eyes wander all over your body, the body he’d had so close so many times, the body he missed having under him. Taehyung shook himself out of his thoughts about you and everything he wanted to do to you and left the room.
Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, so he texted you a while later.
Taehyung: so pretty when you smile like that :)
After he pressed ‘send,’ Taehyung realized that sounded kind of creepy, but he couldn’t unsend it, so he just went with it. You’d already told him to fuck off, so this text couldn’t really ruin anything. He wasn’t expecting you to answer, especially not within ten minutes, but you did.
You: pretty? not a compliment i expected from you
Were you angry? Upset? Teasing? Taehyung couldn’t tell. He wished you’d told it to him in person so he could have seen your face and heard your tone. Since you hadn’t, Taehyung could only guess, so he went with teasing—it suited him the most out of all the possible options.
Taehyung: i mean, do i think you’re hot and do i want to fuck you stupid? yes. this just sounds nicer
Taehyung: and is just as true
He wasn’t sure if the texts were too much, but they were honest, and that was the most he could do—other than walking over to you and kissing you, which could probably end the whole thing. So, he stuck to texts. You didn’t respond that time, which made him realize he fucked it up. Maybe you were upset with him for not putting in any effort, for following your instructions to leave you alone, for even texting you a compliment. Maybe the other texts he sent just annoyed you even more. It was all possible, and the game wasn’t something Taehyung was used to playing, so it left him confused.
Despite feeling like crap, he didn’t have any more drinks. Instead, he hung around in the quieter rooms and tried to stay awake, even though the thought of just going home was attractive. Thankfully, Taehyung didn’t leave because he would have missed you when you came out to look for him. That was what you had to be doing when you walked inside the room and looked around until you looked straight into his eyes. His head snapped up in your direction, and you were next to him before he could blink.
“Let’s go upstairs,” you suggested, grabbing his hand. Nothing about it was gentle or sweet, but Taehyung let you hold his hand and lead the way.
You walked up the stairs and into a random bedroom without a word, locked the door behind you in complete silence, pushed Taehyung onto the bed, and took off your underwear, sliding it down your legs while staying covered with your dress. The whole scene was confusing him, but it was so hot at the same time—you, just taking what you want, which just so happened to be him.
The next second, you were straddling his thighs, fingers fumbling with his zipper. At that point, Taehyung stopped you by covering your hands with his and sighing. “Hey, hey… You good there?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, pouting at the zipper. “Just want to get these off.”
“Sure you can do this?” he asked, even though he was risking you getting up and walking away. “Not too drunk?”
“I’m not that drunk, Tae. Four drinks, maybe,” you explained as you finally pulled the zipper down. The next second, your hand was under the waistband of his boxers, palming to find his cock. You hissed when you did, finding it hard for you already. “I can do this. Can you?”
“Three drinks,” Taehyung told you, mesmerized by the way you were stroking him as if you were just trying to get him hard enough to fuck. He already was. “No longer angry with me?”
“Tae, let’s just… do this,” you suggested, a hint of annoyance in your voice. It made Taehyung realize he wasn’t there because you were trying to make up with him—if that even existed in a friends-with-benefits situation. No, you were just there to get off, and he was just familiar.
“If that’s what you want,” he responded with a shrug and lifted his hips off the bed so you could slide his jeans and boxers down his thighs, just enough to let his cock spring free, thick and hard for you.
Taehyung watched you stroke him slowly, eyes focused solely on his cock, hissing when you saw him leak precum for you. “No condom, right?” You finally looked up at his eyes as if you were trying to check if he’d lie. He hadn’t had sex with anyone else since you two argued, and he hoped this meant you hadn’t either. That would mean the deal was still on, even if things weren’t exactly peachy right then. There was hope, after all.
“No condom,” he confirmed, propping himself up on his elbows and getting a good look at you. “Once again, you’re sure about this?”
“Tae, I need to come,” you said firmly, nodding at him right after as if he was slow. “Do you want to come too?”
“Y-yeah,” he gulped, “I do.”
“Okay, then let’s just think about coming,” you suggested, moving your knees towards his hips until you were kneeling right above his crotch and guiding his dick towards your entrance. You started to ease yourself down onto his cockhead, but Taehyung’s grip around your waist stopped you in place, and you looked up at him. “What?”
“No prep?” Taehyung questioned, wondering if you were really as sober as you claimed. None of it was like you, yet you didn’t seem to be slurring your words. You just seemed out of it, and that was somehow worse, at least in his eyes.
Your huff gave off your annoyance with him. “I just want you to fuck me.”
“Just that?” Taehyung asked, hoping he’d hear a different answer.
“Isn’t that what you’re here for?” you retorted with a half-smirk. “Not like you to talk this much when someone’s offering a quick fuck.”
Your words stung a bit, Taehyung couldn’t lie, but he had to grit his teeth and move on. You had a bit to drink, you were still angry with him, and just needed release. At least you came to him and not some other guy, choosing to end your agreement.
“Then you’ll get fuck like you want,” he told you as he wrapped his arms around you and got up.
Quickly, he discarded his shoes, jeans, and boxers so he could give you what you clearly wanted. Just a quick fuck, nothing more, just someone to fuck you. He could be just that, if it was all you wanted. With that in mind, Taehyung walked around you, standing right behind you before he pushed his hips into your from behind, mouth attaching to your neck.
“Shit,” you muttered when his teeth grazed your skin, his arms sliding up your clothed body, giving your tits a squeeze before moving down to rest on your hips.
“On the bed, on your knees,” he ordered with a slap to your ass, so you listened instantly, getting in the position he asked of you, legs spread, ass up in the air.
It was not how Taehyung wanted to fuck you, but if you wanted him to just fuck you stupid, he could do that too. So, he grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it over your hips, letting it pool around your ribs, which were pressed into the mattress. “Fucking needy tonight,” he told you, mesmerized by the wetness between your folds, a clear sign of your arousal.
He stroked his cock with one hand while he leaned in and spat on your hole, enjoying the way his saliva glistened on your folds. You hissed when he touched you, thumb spreading the spit all around your hole. The next second, he slid a finger in, fingering you for a couple of seconds before adding another. It didn’t take him long to finger you open and have you moaning for him.
Then, Taehyung pulled his fingers out, spat on his cock, and shoved it inside of you, grunting loudly as he did. Since you two hadn’t had sex in a while and he was so desperate to feel you, it felt better than he remembered, tighter, more welcoming. Your moans sounded even better now that he finally had you again, his hips starting to snap into yours, slowly at first.
With every groan of his name, he went harder, his stomach clenching with each thrust. It was all about you and getting you to come, and Taehyung wanted nothing more than to feel you come around him while you moaned his name. That’s what happened not long after. Instead of getting to come inside of you, you let Taehyung come inside of your throat before you swallowed and put on your underwear. Not long after, you were gone, leaving him to sit there and think how he managed to fuck things up that much.
After your little encounter at the party, you went radio silent on Taehyung again. Not a call, not a text, not a peep. He felt a bit cheap, even though he was used to fucking people and never really talking to them again. But, you weren’t just a person to him, and he was hoping he wasn’t that to you. A good fuck, and you were gone again, back to ignoring him.
Taehyung worried about that whenever he wasn’t keeping busy, so he did stuff all the time, even deciding to go to a school game just to avoid being alone. Of course, he ran into Hoseok there, and they both had more than a couple of drinks in them by that point. In Taehyung’s mind, Hoseok was the fucking cause of everything.
If he hadn’t meddled, none of it would have happened. Did he have to walk in on you two having sex? Taehyung was getting the feeling that the guy followed you around like a puppy. Hoseok spoke about you with such annoyance in his voice, even though he was the one who was dating someone else. That could only mean he still had some kind of feelings for you and that those feelings were hurt.
Is that why he chose to join that threesome? Taehyung couldn’t see how that would help Hoseok. Watching someone you care about getting fucked stupid by a guy you can’t stand wouldn’t be on his top ways of getting back together with someone, but what did he know? Taehyung definitely wasn’t a fuck-buddy expert. Still, he could never watch a guy fuck you, not after that time. It was off limits now, anyway.
After all that, did Hoseok really have to tell you those things, call you a slut for fucking them? He was the slut in the situation, and Taehyung didn’t mean it as an insult. Hoseok was dating someone else and decided to join you two. He had no business telling you those things or implying Taehyung or you were just good for sex. Hoseok was the one who fucked everything up, probably in the hopes of getting on your good side again, getting to fuck you the way you’ve only let Taehyung fuck you for weeks now.
So, when the guy threw a simple insult his way, Taehyung practically exploded. It was on their way out of the uni building. He couldn’t even remember what Hoseok said, but it involved you and him, and it was said sarcastically, in a way that implied you two were done. And that was something Taehyung couldn’t stand.
How the fuck would Hoseok know that if he wasn’t talking to you? Wasn’t that the goal all along? Were you two now in cahoots, fucking again, making fun of Taehyung behind his back for being an idiot and falling for you? It didn’t sound right, but Hoseok’s snicker told him otherwise.
That was why Taehyung ended up grabbing Hoseok by his shirt and slamming him against the wall, not even caring about all their friends being around, about random strangers being there. Fuck them and fuck anyone who’d stand up for the dude who was trying to rile him up.
“Shut the fuck up already!” he hissed at your ex-fuck buddy, who just laughed loudly and shook his head at Taehyung. “Don’t want to fucking hear you mention her again!”
“Pussy whipped!” Hoseok grunted and pushed Taehyung’s hands away. Soon enough, people started gathering around them, telling them to chill, so they both left, each in a different direction.
The encounter left a bitter taste in Taehyung’s mouth, mostly because he acted like a moron just because he heard your name being mentioned. What was even more embarrassing than his little emotional outburst was that you found out about it.
No word from you for a week, and then you texted the second he got into it with Hoseok, as if you were in constant contact with the jerk, as if you wanted to be with him. Did you? Maybe Taehyung was the one who got in between two people who had a thing and he was now paying for it.
You: this behavior is really childish and i HOPE it has nothing to do with us
Wow. It kind of hurt to see your text, especially since you’ve been silent for a long while. The only reason you stopped ignoring him was to tell him that, to stand up for your former (or maybe current) fuck-buddy? Great. Things were just peachy.
Taehyung: there’s no us, right!?
You: grow up!!
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