welcome to my new library, where youāll find my fic recs, personal faves and reviews all shelved together ! also to spread love and appreciate all the wonderful authors on this list š„ŗ assorted by member and archived by genre, i hope youāll always find what youāre looking for in sammyās library ā
nearly ALL content is nsfw, must be 18 years or older to read.
key : āµ - read, f - fluff, s - smut, a - angst
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āµ infidelity by @jungk0oksthighsĀ ā£ s, a, ex-husband!au
āµ kairos by @luffles424Ā ā£ f, s, werewolf!au
āµ salt + shadow by @floralseokjinĀ ā£ s, supernatural!au ft. taehyung
āµ let go by @ot7alwaysĀ ā£ s, established relationship!au
āµ in the mood by @kinktaeĀ ā£ s, married couple!au
āµ the courtship chronicles by @gukyiĀ ā£ f, f2l/fake dating!au
āµ currents by @yeoldontknow ā£ s, f, a, arranged marriage!au
āµ mine for today by @httpjeon ā£ s, f, a, dating service/fake dating!au
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āµ the champagne room by @taetaesbaebaepsaeĀ ā£ stripper/businessman!au
āµ fire & desire by @joonbirdĀ ā£ s, fuckboy!au
āµ off limits by @floralseokjinĀ ā£ s, f, a, brotherās bestfriend!au
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āµ benefits by @cutechimĀ ā£ s, fwb!auĀ
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āµ faded love by @jamaisjoonsĀ ā£ f, s, a, married couple!au
āµ forever by @neonlights92Ā ā£ f, a, breakup!au ft. jungkook
āµ love, secret santa by @jamaisjoonsĀ ā£ f, s, a, best friends to lovers!au ft. taehyung
āµ picking petals by @cutechimĀ ā£ s, married couple!au
āµ sucker by @personasintroĀ ā£ s, a, vampire!au
āµ dairy kink by @mygsiiĀ ā£ s, college/fast food worker!au
āµ bluff by @chaangbinĀ ā£ s, co workers to lovers!au
āµ make me hot by @httpjeonĀ ā£ s, office/ceo!au
āµ under the spell of a demonās touchĀ by @jeonggukingdom ā£ s, a, established relationship/incubus!au
āµ catharsis by @junghelioseokĀ ā£ s, college/fwb!au ft. jungkook
āµ blowing dandelions by @httpjeonĀ ā£ s, f, a, e2l/childhood friends!au
āµ satiate by @writingsofmyimaginationĀ ā£ s, vampire!au
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āµ oh, what a world by @cutechim ā£ s, f, a, arranged marriage/fallen idol!au
āµ no strings by @kpopfanfictrash ā£ s, a, fwb!au
āµ colors by @fortunexkookie ā£ s, roommate!au ft. taehyung
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āµ pour up by @jungkxookĀ ā£ s, fuckboy!au ft. jungkook
āµ read your mind by @honeyj00nsĀ ā£ implied s, vampire!au
āµ just for practice by @h0neypjmĀ ā£ s, best friend!au
āµ you, itās always you by @lurejoonĀ ā£ f, established relationship!au
āµ love, secret santa by @jamaisjoonsĀ ā£ f, s, a, best friends to lovers!au ft. jimin
āµ dichotomy by @kpopfanfictrashĀ ā£ s, a, arranged marriage!au,Ā
āµ waterloo by @kinktaeĀ ā£ f, a, art student/prodigy!au
āµ how many more sleepless nights? by @aestaraĀ ā£ a, established relationship!au
āµ backseat serenade by @jungkxookĀ ā£ s, a, brotherās bestfriend/band!au
āµ get you to the moon by @bymoonchildĀ ā£ f, s, a, e2l/college!au
āµ of lace and lust by @hobidreamsĀ ā£ f, s, roommate/childhood bestfriends to lovers!au
āµ let it snow by @suga-kookiemonsterĀ ā£ s, f, a, snowed-in/fwb!au
āµ say my name by @jamaisjoonsĀ ā£ s, roommate!au
āµ clair de lune by @gukslutĀ ā£ f, s, established relationship!au
āµ the point of no return by @illneverrecoverĀ ā£ s, f, s2l!au
āµ ruin you by @jimidolĀ ā£ s, established relationship/idol!au
āµ too long; didnāt read by @fortunexkookieĀ ā£ f, s, e2l/college!au
āµ broken rings & queens and kings by @gukyiĀ ā£ f, s, a, royal/e2l/arranged marriage!au
āµ heartbeat on a high line by @monvanteĀ ā£ f, s, fwb2l!au
āµ more than us by @jeongiĀ ā£ f, s, college/roommate!au
āµĀ āiām yoursā by @cutechimĀ ā£ s, fwb!au
āµ just a taste by @cutechimĀ ā£ f, s, new couple!au
āµĀ āare you sure?ā by @cutechimĀ ā£ f, s, brotherās bestfriend!au
āµ tear you apart by @bratkookĀ ā£ s, incubus!au
āµ after midnight by @illneverrecoverĀ ā£ s, f, werewolf!au
āµ muse by @suga-kookiemonsterĀ ā£ s, f, established relationship!au
āµ satisfy by @suga-kookiemonsterĀ ā£ s, escort/ceo!au
āµ ego: hoe chronicles by @suga-kookiemonsterĀ ā£ s, college/fuckboy!au
āµ eyes on me by @taetaesbaebaepsaeĀ ā£ s, f
āµ good girl by @suga-kookiemonsterĀ ā£ s, office/coworker!au
āµ hush by @suga-kookiemonsterĀ ā£ s, ft. jungkook
āµ just a taste by @xjoonchildxĀ ā£ s, established relationship!au
āµ the price of love by @untaemedqueenĀ ā£ s, a, exes!au
āµ stay the night by @jamaisjoonsĀ ā£ s, a, infidelity!au
āµ groovy by @kinktaeĀ ā£ f, s, a, f2l!au
āµ the cockpile: work of art by @httpjeonĀ ā£ s, pornstar!au
āµ ravenous by @junqkookĀ ā£ s, werewolf!au
āµ sehebon by @httpjeonĀ ā£ s, f, a, alien!au
āµ carnal cupidity by @kittaeĀ ā£ s, werewolf!au
āµ gimme shelter by @taetaesbaebaepsaeĀ ā£ s, f, guardian angel!au
āµ picking flowers by @jamaisjoonsĀ ā£ s, f, a, ex-childhood friends to lovers/hanahaki!au
āµ the text by @taetaesbaebaepsaeĀ ā£ s, a, strangers with benefits!au
āµ letās marvin gaye by @minstriviaĀ ā£ s, f, a, infidelity/bestfriend!au
āµ buzzed by @junqkookĀ ā£ s, a, bestfriends to lovers!au
āµ warm by @httpjeon ā£ s, f, roommate!au
āµ paper cranes by @aquaminwrites ā£ s, f, a, college/bestfriends to lovers!au
āµ boundaries by @ethertae ā£ s, f, co workers with benefits/office au!
āµ fun & games by @gukslut ā£ s, f, established relationship!au
āµ lubricious by @jamaisjoons ā£ s, f, established relationship!au
āµ long black by @jamaisjoons ā£ s, established relationship!au
āµ pushinā limits by @zienth ā£ s, f, fwb/fuckboy/roommate!au
āµ fate of the fast & furious by @prolixitae ā£ s, f, biker!tae, f2l!au
āµ enough games by @inkedtae ā£ s, pwp, boyfriend!tae
āµ slow motion by @hantaevā ā£ f, slight angst, boyfriend!tae
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āµ a human touch by @snackhobi ā£ f, s, sci-fi!au
āµ queen cobra by @fantasybangtan ā£ s, f, a, mafia/arranged marriage!au
āµ manspreading by @wildernessuntothemselves ā£ s, f, bestfriends to lovers!au
āµ insomnia by @hobiwonder ā£ s, f2l!au
āµ colors by @fortunexkookie ā£ s, roommate!au ft. jimin
āµ tempting by @kinktae ā£ s, f, a, fantasy/angel/demon!au
āµ give and take by @hayjeon ā£ s, fwb!au
āµ apartment 512 by @moononthejoon ā£ s, f, neighbour/e2l/college!au
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āµ oh my god, they were quarantined roommates by @ot7alwaysĀ ā£ f, s, roommate!au
āµ forever by @neonlights92Ā ā£ f, a, breakup!au ft. jimin
āµ pour up by @jungkxookĀ ā£ s, fuckboy!au ft. taehyung
āµ young god by @njssiĀ ā£ s, brotherās bestfriend!au
āµ stay by @jungkxookĀ ā£ s, f, a, fwb!au
āµ lonely hearts club by @dovechimĀ ā£ s, a, e2l/non-idol!au
āµ quiet, baby by @bratkookĀ ā£ s, established relationship!au
āµ five dates byĀ @kpopfanfictrashĀ ā£ f, s, arranged marriage!au
āµ stranded by @gguksgalaxyĀ ā£ s, a, e2l/college!au
āµ xx(x)ii by @softyoongiionlyĀ ā£ s, established relationship!au
āµ overdrive by @junqkookĀ ā£ s, vampire/soulmate!au
āµ sinful knight by @httpjeonĀ ā£ s, royal/knight!au
āµ knot today by @kinktaeĀ ā£ s, f2l/werewolf!au
āµ everything in you by @jjungkookislife ā£ s, f, f2l/roommate!au
āµ banana milk by @kimnjssĀ ā£ s, s2l!au
āµ piss off your parents by @littlemisskookieĀ ā£ rich/badboy/fake dating!au
āµ blizzard by @curly-bangtanĀ ā£ s, f, roommate to lovers!auĀ
āµ game over by @joonsgaloreĀ ā£ s, f, established relationship!au
āµ melomaniac by @jungkxookĀ ā£ s, f2l/band!au
āµ catharsis by @junghelioseokĀ ā£ s, college/fwb!au ft. jimin
āµ itch by @ironicarmy ā£ s, f, roommate/f2l!au
āµ caught me by @jeongi ā£ s, roommate!au
āµ feels like summer by @badbhye ā£ s, f, a, roommate!au
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āµ ego by @suga-kookiemonster ā£ f, s, a, fuckboy!au
āµ too close by @cutechim ā£ s, f, a, rival gang/mafia!au
āµ bandslam by @ironicarmy ā£ s, a, band/college/e2l!au
āµ bitchinā by @kinktae ā£ s, f, e2l!au
āµ just friends by @kinktae ā£ s, f, a, bestfriends to fwb!au
āµ employee perks by @jiminimoon ā£ s, f, a, co workers to lovers!au
ā¢ summary ;Ā When your best friendās brother, your first-ever crush, offers to help you explore your sexual desires, you just canāt refuse. Especially when itās someone as irresistible as Jeon Jungkook.
ā¢ pairing ; tattoo artist / biker!jk x readerĀ [ ongoing ]
ā¢ cross-postedĀ ; wattpad ao3
ā¢ status ; ongoing
ā¢ genre ; best friendās brother au, fwb (theyāre not rlly friends tho), 4 years age gap, smut, angst, fluff, slow burn
ā¢ warnings ; explicit sexual content, explicit language / swearing, alcohol consumption, each warning is stated in the beginning of each chapter !
ā¢ word count ; 43.3k [ updating ]
ā¢ for updates : schedule
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ā one : the offer [ 9.5k ]Ā
When your best friendās brother, your first-ever crush, offers to help with your sexual fantasies with a trade of nights of lust, you canāt say noāespecially to someone as irresistible as Jeon Jungkook.
ā two : habitsĀ [ 20.7k ]Ā
The offer with Jungkook begins.
ā three : after hours [ 13.3k ]
Accidentally staying after hours with Jungkook gives you much more than you bargained for.
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how many chapters will this series have in total?
wellā¦..i honestly canāt tell right now, mostly because iām still thinking if this series will be super duper long or not :ā) i think 10+ chapters, but weāll seeee ā”
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ā„Pairing: vampire!jungkook/reader, former prince!jungkook/reader
ā„Summary: Having been burned by the rest of the world, Jungkook was content to watch it go up in flames. Or, at least, he was until you gave him hope for something new. As plans are set in motion to unite your rival kingdoms, unforeseen circumstances arise. In the midst of the chaos, Jungkook is sure of one thing: heād be damned if he let you get burned, too.
ā„Genre: strangers to lovers, angst, slow burn, (eventual) fluff, (eventual) smut, royalty au, supernatural au
ā„Rating: 18+
ā„Words: ~6k
ā„Content Warnings: a bit of angst, no smut in the first part but there is a little bit of nudity mentioned, blood and violence are mentioned, vampire lore(?), swearing, this is more of an intro chapter than anything else so there isnāt a whole lot that happens
A/N: so uhā¦itās been a while, yeah? I havenāt updated any of my BTS fics on this blog in over a year due to a lot of life things (you can read here if youāre curious as to why), but I finally had a little time to sit down and dedicate to this idea I teased back in November 2021. As mentioned in the content warnings, this is more of an intro chapter so there isnāt a whole lot going onā¦definitely will be more happening later.
Anyways all that to say thank you to everyone who has supported/is still supporting me and my writing even during my hiatus. It means the absolute world to me š
(Also special shout-out to @dntaewithluv for listening to me ramble off idea about this for a literal year, I love you so much and appreciate you immensely ā¤ļø)
seneschal [sen-uh-shuhl] (noun) an officer having full charge of domestic arrangements, ceremonies, the administration of justice, etc., in the household of a medieval prince or dignitary; steward.
Otherwise known as Jungkookās consolation prize when he was coerced to step down from the throne.
It had been 2 years since theā¦incident occurred, but Jungkook could still remember it as if it had just happened.
Which is exactly what he was reflecting on as a vial was being thrust into his vision.
He blinked rapidly a few times before staring up at the person holding the vial out for him, their face a mixture of excitement and mild impatience.
āWell? We donāt have all day. Drink up, Jeon.ā
Jungkook glared.
āMy apologies, please drink the potion, Mr. Jeon.ā
āJimin, you know how I feel about you and formalities-ā
āIt just so happens that my manners come out more as my patience grows thin.ā Jimin teased. āSo,ā he tried once more, ādrink it.ā
Jungkook sighed and shook his head, knowing it was better to leave well enough alone.
āAre you sure this is safe,ā Jungkook asked as he stared hesitantly at the vial filled with blue liquid just inches away from his face.
Jimin rolled his eyes before grabbing Jungkookās hand and closing it around the vial. āYes, for the billionth time I wouldnāt give you something I thought might harm you.ā He took a step back and crossed him arms, waiting patiently for Jungkook to do something.
With a sigh Jungkook carefully brought the vial to his lips, swallowing the liquid without putting too much thought into it. The taste was bitter, but not wholly unpleasant, and a few more moments passed before either of them spoke.
āAnd the verdict is?ā The genuine curiosity in Jiminās voice was something Jungkook had always found to be endearing.
Jungkook chuckled. Jimin may have still been a wizard in training, but he always had Jungkookās best interest at heart.
āHow am I supposed to know if anything happened? You tell me.ā
Jimin blinked before the realization set in. āOh, right.ā He stepped forward once more, peering into Jungkookās eyes as best he could in the dim lighting of the room.
Jungkook already knew the results before Jimin could confirm them. The way his face dropped said it all.
āTheyāre still red. I donāt know what Iām doing wrong, Iām following all the rules-ā
Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader
Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess
Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.
Warning: AIGHT LETS GO Dom Taehyung/Sub Reader, semi Switch Taehyung/Switch Reader, big-dick Tae (like super huge), virgin reader, first time sex, dry humping, orgasm denial, fingering, exhibition (semi-public~ poor school areas), oral (m and f receiving), GALLONS of squirting, corruption/innocent kink, sir/daddy kink LMAOOOO, A LOT of dirty talk (tae tae has a filthy mouth), praising, pet names, degradation, blindfold (brief), rope bunny/rigor, multiple sex scenes??? (insanely a lot for someone who doesn't write smut and it's been a while), light anal play, possessive/jealous tae, multiple orgasms, multiple sex scenes, overstimulation, unprotected sex (like all the time but be sure to wrap it up bc this is a fanfic not real life), cream pies, there's also alcohol consumption, ditzy/ahegao reader (gets dicknotized but in a good way), tae being an asshole flirt but in a good way kinda, smol revenge, they're idiots who have been pining but they have a shit way of expressing it
Word count: 56.8K :D
A/N: I like to point out that this was intended to be a one-shot WGEGHIWEHGI but things happened. I divided them into chapters to make it easier but yeah, I like to consider it as a one-shot. It took me months writing and editing this. I was on the verge of cracking. But next time, it's not gonna be this extensive. Okay bye. Enjoy!
I've also cross-posted this originally on AO3 as well! Enjoy~~~
After years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, Jungkook feels what itās like to want someone with his entire being.
pairing: jungkook x f!reader
genre: rockstar au, established relationship, fluff, smut, light angst
playlist: listen here <3 | moodboard
warnings: not-so-linear storytelling, my attempt at writing soft giggly sex š¤, slight sub!jungkook, big dicc!jungkook, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, brief cockwarming, hint of exhibitionism kink if you quint š, mentions of insecurities and anxiety. i think thatās it! lmk if i missed anything
word count: approximately 9.3k (i thought it was gonna be 11-12k at one point lol)
note: here she is, my first proper oneshot !!! the title is from jeremy zucker and chelsea cutlerās songĀ āthis is how you fall in loveā lol how creative, but you should listen to it while reading this bc i feel like it sorta adds to the experience. also my first time writing smut lmao bear w me š« anyhoo this jk in particular is so special to me i enjoyed writing this so much !! btw itās not as edited as i would like but oh well lol
ā as always, iād appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ā”
Jungkook commands the attention of every room he walks into; and just like right now, heās basking in all the attention, all the screams of his name from dozens of girls and boys alike in this packed bar. You knew he was a charmer since you first met him, and you had known from the start that no matter how hard you try to resist, you would succumb to him eventually.
Sometimes, you feel as though he doesnāt belong to youāhe canāt possibly, right? Not when people are shouting along to every word falling from his lips and you areā¦ well, youāre just you. Heās destined for the world, for bigger things than just your two-bedroom apartment. Loving him is a privilege, and the thing about privileges is they can be taken away.
warnings:Ā allusions to cheating, not confirmed. failing marriage, age gap (jungkook is in his mid 30's, reader is early 20's)
synopsis: marriage is difficult, and every married couple fights. but jungkook has been late one too many times and broken one too many promises. it has you wondering why you give everything for a man who simply tolerates you.
a/n: of course, inspired by a taylor swift song. this time it's tolerate it, but you can listen to this playlist which includes more songs which helped me write this. thank you!
click here for playlist
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Dinnerās ready.Ā
The large spread of various side dishes and grilled meat sits on the table, and the smell lingers in the house after hours of you slaving over the stove. You gingerly wipe your hands on the apron adorning your body and settle yourself on one of the large chairs in the living room.Ā
He should be here any minute now.Ā
The t.v. plays a rerun of your favorite show, and you get so lost in the episode, you donāt realize half an hour has passed. Frowning, you reach for your phone and pull up the conversation you had with your husband earlier that day.Ā
Good morning my love, when will you be home tonight?
I have a lot of work. Iām thinking 8:00.
Ok, Iāll make something for you so you can eat as soon as you come home. Iāll be waiting for you, I love you.
Read 11:23 a.m.
The clock reads 8:30 p.m. and dinnerās cold.
You shouldāve seen this coming. Trudging into the kitchen, you begin disassembling the dinner you had worked so hard on. Another half hour passes and you have everything packed away, and his lunch ready for the next day which consists of the leftovers from that night.Ā
You stare into the mirror after the hot shower you force yourself to take, taking in your sunken eyes and hollow cheeks. You find yourself thinking back to these past few months, and how every day felt like a war you had to overcome. The man you fell in love with was fading away into a stranger. You initially took his indiscretions as a sign of the stress of his job manifesting itself, ignoring the warning signs blaring so loudly in your stubborn face.
When Jungkook got down on one knee and proposed to you after only dating for a few months, you felt like life was finally beginning to treat you right. Failed relationships had ruined your perception of love, and how to be loved, but he had broken down your walls and made you feel something again. Initially, the age gap between the two of you served as a hindrance to your growing fondness of him, you had heard stories of younger women getting into relationships with older men, and how so many of them left worse than they came into it.Ā
You never thought it would be you.Ā
The jingle of keys brings you back to the present, you quickly shuffle into your shared closet and begin getting dressed into your nightwear, trying your best to not let the stinging in your nose turn into tears. God, you think, even the closet was a semblance of where your love lied. His t-shirts you used to use as your pajamas every night had remained untouched for weeks, the smell of him deterring you from any sleep as you lay alone on the large bed meant for two.Ā
āHey.ā His tone is soft as he enters the closet, and you quickly turn around. He stands in front of you, hair disheveled, face in a light frown as he reaches to pull you into a hug.Ā
āHi.ā You whisper back, nuzzling your head further into the older manās chest.Ā
He moves to take his shirt off, slowly unbuttoning it with nimble fingers. āIām sorry I couldnāt make it on time tonight.ā
You feel the stinging in your nose again, but you just turn away and begin placing the shirt he had just taken off on a hanger. āItās fine.ā
He sighs, and the room gets quiet. āIs it?ā, he asks. Youāre taken aback, pausing your movement to look up at him with furrowed brows and questioning eyes.Ā
You nod, āOf course it is, I know youāre busy.ā You go back to rearranging the strewn about close from that morning.Ā
Your heartās beating so fast, yet you try to keep a neutral look on your face. He had never outright confronted everything to you, you had made a habit of going along with whatever mood he had depending on the day, never wanting to bring up his obvious carelessness when it came to the two of you.Ā
āWe should take a break.āĀ
The room goes quiet again, although this time you can swear you feel the temperature drop, too. You halt your movements, one hand on his dress pants, the other on the hanger. And as the reality of what your husband says sinks into your bones, you start to tremble.Ā
Slowly, the tears begin forming in your eyes and the tight grasp you had on the items drops. You bring your hand up to your mouth as you turn to face the man you love. Heās looking at you with an indifferent gaze, shoulders back as he takes in your deliberated form.Ā
Finally, you speak. āWhat?ā
Itās soft, so soft he almost missed it but when he realizes what you say he just sighs. āI want to take a break, y/n. Itās clear we both arenāt happy in this relationship right now.ā
You laugh at that, like an actual full belly fall, and any person without an idea of what was going on wouldāve thought you were insane. You sure felt like it. You finally look up at him again.Ā
āYouāre telling me,ā you pause, scanning his face, ā- that I spent two hours cooking for you, cooking your favorite meal, for you to come home and tell me you want to take a break?āĀ
His shoulders finally drop, taking in your words and letting reality hit him. Yeah, you think, listen to how much of an asshole you are.Ā
āActually, youāre right.ā You say as you make your way out of the closet. You pull out a large duffel bag stowed away in your bathroom cabinet, throwing it onto the bed and forcing it to open as big as it can. You begin by emptying your bathroom drawers, taking out anything that belonged to you and haphazardly stuffing it into the bag. Jungkook just stares at you.Ā
āI must have ādumb fucking idiotā written on my forehead, huh?ā You grumble as you push past him to begin emptying out your closet drawers next.
āIgnored everybody who told me not to be with you, had fight after fucking fight with my own mother as she warned me about how you would break my heart.ā You pause, staring into his eyes as you seethe, āI shouldāve fucking listened.āĀ
The next few minutes consist of slamming drawers and harsh sniffles as you take pauses to wipe both your eyes and nose from how hard you were crying. You couldnāt believe it was ending like this, but you couldnāt stay any longer. After another short while, you throw the bag over your shoulder and begin stalking towards the front door.
Jungkookās hurried feet scramble to reach you, holding a firm grasp on the door youāre trying so desperately to open.Ā
āMove.ā You say, trying another futile attempt to push past the manās strong grasp. He shakes his head.Ā
āNo, this is not how I wanted things to go. I said I wanted a break, not a fucking divorce. Not whatever the fuck this is.ā He says as he motions to your disheveled form.Ā
You laugh, again, setting the bag down as you cross your arms. āYeah? Well you might as well have served me divorce papers and kicked me out with the way youāre been treating me these past few months. Iām so sorry I got the wrong idea.ā
He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms too, and you both glare at each other.Ā
Sighing, you pick up the bag once again, moving to open the door. āLet me do the both of us a favor, let me leave.ā He goes to stop you, but you bring up a finger to tell him to not fucking try it.Ā
āFor months I have sat here like a fucking dumbass playing the stupid housewife. Making you dinner, washing your clothes, packing your lunches. I never wanted this, you knew I never wanted this. I told you my biggest fear was being in a loveless marriage and yet you didnāt care, because day after day I sat there on that fucking couch and waited for my loving husband to show up for once.āĀ
You look at him, āAnd you never fucking did.āĀ
His forlorn expression brings a smile to your face, āYou tolerated my love. And while any other man wouldāve gotten on their knees and begged for me to stay, you try to justify your selfish actions and tell me you want a break?āĀ
Finally opening the door, you step outside and turn to look at him one last time. āWhereās the man I married, Jungkook? Because Iām surely not looking at him right now.āĀ
Pairing: Best Man! Taehyung x Maid of Honor! ReaderĀ
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Content: TBD
All you wanted was to be the best Maid of Honor you could possibly be for your best friend. Thereās a wedding around the corner, this should be a time to celebrate, not plot the murder of the best man, Kim Taehyung. Heās been a pain in your ass for the entire process right up to the day of the wedding. Although, you canāt exactly remember a thing from the wedding night. After a series of poor drunk decisions, the two of you find yourselves taking the bride and groomās place on their honeymoon to Fiji. Stuck in a beautiful resort with a beautiful man, maybe on this trip itās time you finally stand up and push Taehyung off a cliff.Ā
pair. art student! taehyung x fem! reader | genre. paris in the 50ās, arranged marriage, angst, romance, smut | warnings. profanity, smoking, possessiveness, pet names, jealousy, unprotected intercourse, oral sex, masturbation, fingering, age gap, breeding kink, virgin mc | word count. 7.1k
synopsis. ātell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?ā or kim taehyung wonāt let anyone else have you. youāve been promised to him, after all.
A small life, a small happiness.
These were the things that had been promised to you by your parents, Taehyung didnāt doubt it one fucking bit. Nothing had been shown to you, nothing he could use, nothing to stimulate that pretty little mind of yours. You were a blank canvas.
Someone he could taint. His womanizer ways had done their rounds across Paris, but no one ever actually thought there would come a time where Kim Taehyung, successor of the Kimās and their jewelry empire, a business booming since the early 20ās, would settle down. They were wrong, of course.
Taehyung wasnāt planning on getting married and staying married, especially to such an inexperienced girl such as yourself, fresh out of her private academy, and working under her daddy as a typist, a receptionist. At least not at first. Not until he met with you in person.
Then, he couldnāt wait. After that first meeting, witnessing your shaking hands and soft voice as you greeted himāyou had his cock leaking in seconds. No other woman had elicited such a reaction out of him, none that mattered. None he could remember the name of. So, naturally, he was attracted. Challenged. Interested.
It was a brief brunch, and an extremely pretentious one. Taehyungās fingers had been itching for a cigarette the entire time, as your mother went on and on about your excellent grades and general impression. His father, an always serious man, all about his money and good name, had managed to snick cognac in his coffee without anyone noticingāanyone except you.
Taehyungās eyes had caught your amused ones, as you rose a satin gloved hand to your red lips, pressing two digits against that beautiful mouth to keep you from laughing. He fell back on his chair then, manspreading even further, playing with the serviette in his hand, watching you closely.
You hadnāt touched your food. Out of nervousness, perhaps. He liked his women to eat, to indulge themselves in whatever pleases them most. Youād learn that. What else, thenā¦ your pinned hair, perfectly styled to fit the shape of your face, your cute nose, and rosy cheeks. The modest neckline of your dress. Hiding just enough, leaving the rest up to the imagination. Carefully chosen he concludes. By the mother. For this engagement.
āExcuse us, esteemed relatives,ā he cuts his mother off, and stands up, mischievous gaze piercing through you. āWe have greater matters to attend, donāt we sweetheart?ā
You blushed immediately under the attention, clearly never having gone against anything in your life. A rule player, staying inside the box. Taehyung wanted to cut that box open, tear through it like a Christmas present, and pick you up, play with you for hours, steal that virginity, that innocence away.
It was at that first meeting, that he took you to his favorite bakery, bought you pain au chocolat, and watched you eat as he smoked, hot chocolate staining your top lip a delicious dark color. Taehyung chuckled at your child like reaction upon noticing your new bittersweet mustache, and decided heād kiss you that day. Not then, youād probably run off on him if heād done it then.
āHave you no decency to tell me of my state?ā You smack him playfully on the arm, and his smirk only deepens.
āAnd miss that adorable look on your face? Not a chance, sweetheart.ā
Later. At his house, maybe, after heās certain of your hold on him, and wants to explore it more. Explore you more. The fabric of your dress was hugging your waist exquisitely, dangerously, those heels doing nothing for you next to him. Eight years of a difference, yet heās known of you for so long. Has seen you from afar, a mere girl with pigtails, no one heād pay any mind to, just a shadowy figure in the background of his life, but always the promise hung; the promise between your families, the inevitable elopement.
But you were a tough woman, werenāt you? You made him fight for you. There had been a shy goodbye and then your back, walking away from him in a hurry, afraid to stick around for any more that youād already have. That had been for the better, Taehyung mused to himself over another of many, many a cigarette. Tobacco had been a friend of his since the young age of seventeen, a way to fit in with the other teenagers and their self destructing tendencies. He had those too, he convinced himself. He had those too, but he also had his pencils and papers.
Taehyung had his art, and his music, and he was never alone. Heād witnessed no death, no poverty, no war, and so for that reason he was an insufferable dreamer, a delicate person. But he tried to see those things, tried to be a part of it all, to help, or to imitateānaturally, those people had taken and taken and taken from him, had used him for his warmth, his money, and reassured future, as they had to, at some point, unfortunately return back to their tiny, freezing apartments to starve and work minimum wage industrial jobs as he remained free to parade around Paris, wearing his expensive tailored suits and leather boots, studying art, not a care in the fucking world.
He was aware of this, too. It made no difference. He came from a family of immigrants, people who put in a great deal of effort to their endeavors. His father alongside his uncle had opened their first jewelry shop in 1922, amidst terrible, dark times, catering exclusively to the rich folk of Paris, investing every last penny they had to them, until the favor was returned. Now, boutiques across France, across Europe. Thirty-four years later.
All the whorehouses in Paris could not have prepared him for what he was about find out. For heās never been truly jealous of anyone, has had no insecurities, no doubt of who he was. Taehyung was wanted by both men and women, divulged in sexual acts with all who interested him, never particularly caring for gender or class. People were all the same to himāeveryone had a price, a reason. But not you, not to him. The more he was away from you, the stronger his feelings grew.
You had a little boyfriend; he learns from the driver he had ordered to follow you around. Someone insignificant, an electricianāso it was honest work you were looking for. A small life, a small happiness. Oh, to see your parentsā faces when they found out about this; how their words had backfired. Kim Taehyung came second to no one, and especially not a country boy trying to make it in the big, scary world. He had his ways of getting exactly what he wanted. That is to say, he hired a friend of his fathers to scare him off, to warn him against you. And if that didnāt work, if there was love involvedāwell, he couldnāt have that, could he?
You were promised to him first. He wouldnāt let anyone else have you. Especially that tight cunt, those cherry red lips. It went without fucking sayingāhe had to see you again. Unsupervised. Preferably, naked, underneath him.
So, he goes to your house. Picks up a few pebbles and tries for several windows, cigarette in mouth, dark brown curls falling over his eyes. Youāre bound to answer to one. He persists, until he sees light coming from the last window at the corner of the stone building, a familiar shadow through the curtains.
Taehyung waits. Itās well past midnight, and you look terrified, but so, so beautiful. Fuckable, in your pink robe and loose hair. He wants to climb up the wall and fuck you right there, against that very window. He wonders if youād let him, if youād let go for him.
āMy goodness, what are you doing here, Taehyung?ā A protective hand over your chest, you look down at him perplexed, butāexcited.
He takes the cig out his mouth, flicks the ashes off. āI canāt stop thinking about you, darling.ā
He sees your eyes widen, those kissable lips part in an inaudible gasp. He smiles fondly, the thought of you half asleep, still warm from dreams, stirring because of him and his uncontrollable desiresāoh, heād marry you right then if he could. Such were his feelings for you.
āBut you canāt be here! My parentsāwait, are you drunk?ā
Oops. He stumbled forward, discarding his suit jacket, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up to his forearms, stick between his lopsided lips.
āGuilty as charged, sweetheart,ā he mumbles into the night. āIām coming up.ā
āGood lord, youāre not.ā
āI am.ā
A pause, as he begins his ascend up the front wall of your house. āYou are a lunatic, Kim Taehyung. Absolutely.ā
For you, perhaps. Heās climbed before, countless times actually, all involving rebellion and illegal activities, but no matter. This time heās climbing for love, for a chance to get to know the real you, not the timid girl you are during the day, but the hidden side, the moon of you. Heād get it out of you, heās good at that. And when he does, Taehyung will have his way with you. His cock stirs in the mere thought of it.
You make way for him to jump inside your bedroom, still shaken from the fact he can even do something like that. To see you. You must be dreaming. But no, that canāt be, because there he stands, in all his handsomeness, smelling of cigarettes and expensive cologne, curls bouncing with his every move. And heās moving towards you.
āHow is my favorite girl doing?ā
Taehyung sees the flush on your bare neck, rising higher. He sees your hands coming together in front of you, as you instinctively step back from him, a prey in front of a hunter.
āThis is inappropriate,ā you mutter to yourself, blinking fast.
His lips curve slightly. āYet, you let me in.ā
Your eyes snap back at his. āI had no choice!ā
āTell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?ā
Your hip hits the corner of your desk, and you hiss quietly. Youāre shocked by his words, and he doesnāt fault you. How could he know, after all. Right?
āWho told you this?ā You question, and he grabs the end of your robeās belt, feeling the lace of it.
āConfidential,ā he replies simply. āYou should know now, darling, I donāt share well. The woman that Iāll love will be my woman only.ā
āIs that right?ā You test him, he can see. A look of defiance so different from the submissive girl he met at that restaurant all those weeks ago.
He hums, enjoying your little power play. āThat is exactly right, pretty thing. Care to elaborate on this secret of yours?ā He kisses two fingers, places them on top of the place where his heart rests. āI promise it will stay with me.ā
You donāt look convinced. You squirm and touch your hair. Another habit. Youāre transparent to him, so easy to read, to decipher. Honest. Your ways do not betray you. To have someone to trustā¦ it was incredibly valuable to Taehyung. Unheard of in the circles he ran, the family he was raised in. A salvation, then. You came to him as a small birdāwhat if he taught you how to fly?
āYou donāt want to see me angry, sweetheart. Use your words,ā he threatened, leaning against your closet, all the way on the other side of your bed, unmade and slept in.
In the dim light of your nightstand lamp, you looked dreamt up. Like a wet dream designed by his subconscious to haunt him, a personal Hell. To look but not to touch. Forbidden fruit, and everyone knows the storyā¦
āI met him a year ago. He came for a routine check up on the power lines,ā you started to explain, not moving an inch, afraid that if you did Taehyung would move as well. āIā¦ He was kind to me. Iāve been seeing him secretly ever since.ā
āHas he touched you?ā
āExcuse me?ā
āItās a simple question, darling, isnāt it? Has.he.touched.you?ā
You huffed an incredulous laugh, as if offended. You answer anyway. āWeāve only kissed, not that itās any of your business.ā
Taehyung nods his head slowly, pointing at the pack he took out of his trousersā pocket. āMay I?ā But he doesnāt wait. Lighter on the edge of the cigarette, he inhales the smoke deeply, blowing it towards the ceiling, pondering over the information in his head.
āKindness,ā he says. āIs a tricky thing, isnāt it? Makes you feel guilty if you donāt give it back, if you donāt return it.ā
Closing the distance between your bodies, he sees you cowering in the corner, but those eyes are anything but scared. You have a bite, itās in there. Taehyung wonders how he can bring it out, test it.
āHe loves me,ā you retort, and youāre trying to sound convincing.
The question is to whom?
āSweetheart, I do not doubt for one fucking minute that a man could have a pretty little thing like you and not be completely enamored. Only a fool would waste the opportunity.ā You stay quiet, watching him stop by the foot of your bed, nothing but a mere two steps separating you now.
āMaybe he does, chances are he doesnāt. It matters little to me,ā he pins you down with a strict look. āYouāre to stop seeing him. Iām not a charitable personāyou belong to me now. Am I making myself clear?ā
The mask crumbles, the wounded girl appears. Tears glisten in the faint warm glow of the room, and Taehyung finds himself wanting to wipe them away, make them disappear. He didnāt mean to hurt you, to make you cry. Heās drunk, and heās jealous, and heās falling in love.
Heās the bird in the cage, flapping its wings, terrified, starved of genuine affection. His deflecting can only camouflage this truth for so long. It will shoot out like a slap in the face to render him speechless, and it will be soon. But for right now, as he stands in front of you, all he wants is to taste those lips, to try molding them into his own.
āYou are cruel, Kim Taehyung. Marrying you would be a tragedy and a punishment,ā you mutter, fighting back sobs, chin quivering.
āWhat if I told you this person was only after your money, darling? Would that make you see?ā
āLies.ā
Taehyung exhales through his nose, nostrils flaring. āI donāt lie, sweetheart, if thereās one thing to know about me itās this. I have proof. Heās been stealing from this family and has been feeding you fairytales.ā
You attack then, heading straight for his face. He grabs both your wrists, and immobilizes you instantly, spitting the cigarette out in fear of burning you. You stare at each other for what feels like ages, both panting, neither backing down.
āYouāre trying to poison me,ā you spit at him, pure hatred spread across your beautiful face. āLock me up.ā
He softens immediately, blinking down at you, snapping out of it. āI fed you hot chocolate, ordered flowers to your house every single day since I met you,ā he whispers, trying to make you see reason. āIāve known you since you were playing hide and seek with my younger sister, a girl no older than nine years of ageāIāve never had a reason to lie to you, to trick you. All Iām doing is trying to protect you. Neither of us had any control over our relationship, (Y/N), and I am truly sorry for that. Be it as it may, I now have a responsibility to you, to keep you out of harmās way, to be truthful.ā
Tears roll down your cheeks, and you look so confused, so fucking split into what you want to believe and what is real, that Taehyung can only pull you into his arms, let you come to terms with the fact. You donāt fight, you donāt even say anything, you just sob into his shirt quietly, overtaken by heartbreak. He sits you both down on the bed, and you fall into his lapāso easily, like youāve done this a thousand times. His thoughts drift further, and he chastises himself; youāre in a vulnerable position, itās late. He should leave you alone.
For the life of him, he canāt find the will to do it.
āWhat I said still stands,ā he mumbles into your hair. āI will not apologize for the way I am. For as long as youāre mine, no one else will have you. I will kill anyone who dares to attempt messing with you.ā
You sniffle and sigh, tear-stained bloodshot eyes looking back at him. āI had no idea you were like this.ā
One side of his mouth curves slightly, hands coming to push hair back from your face. āYouāll get used to me. Give it some time.ā
Your gaze moves across his features, studying him. A breath away. If he leaned in just a bit, he could take your mouth in his, devour you whole. He almost does. The hope that you might want anything to do with him is holding him back from doing so.
āOkay,ā you say, and he exhales.
āWhat?ā
āOkay,ā you repeat, fingers coming to wipe at the wetness on your cheeks. āIāll give you a chance. Please donāt make me regret it.ā
His body physically aches from the effort he puts not to pounce on your right then and there, so instead he settles for a kiss on the forehead, short and painful. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, begs for you to stop wiggling on him.
āI fucking swear, darling. Iāll be good to you.ā
Heās never promised anything to any woman before. He finds himself wanting to keep good on his words this time.
Itās exactly two weeks after his little break and entering fiasco that the preparations for the engagement party begin.
Your mother seemed to know Taehyung had spent majority of that night with you, if he were to judge by her inquisitive looks and overall effort to never leave her daughter unattended around him. That was well enoughāhe was a creative and innovative man, he always seemed to find a way around rules and indiscreet eyes.
He takes you to a movie screening one afternoon, and stares at your animated expressions the entire time. He smokes twice as much to resist the urge of putting his hands on you. He desperately wants to; he craves having you in his arms again, yearns for that sweet scent, those soft thighs rubbing against his erection, your breasts against his firm chest. Taehyung dreams of you often, dreams of those untouched folds heās never seen, never tastedāheās a savage diving headfirst into them, licking every last drop of your wetness, inhaling the smell of your virgin cunt, and imagines your desire to be touched by a man, him, your soon to be husband.
He comes into his hand every morning, wishing his palm was you around his raw cock, allowing him to invade you, to ravage you. He weaves his time, reassuring himselfāall in good time. Heāll have you for eternity soon, and no forever will be enough for all heās planned on doing with you.
āTell me, sweetheart, do you drink?ā
You look at him, eyelashes flattering innocently. āNo, not really,ā you confess, and you appear so cute to him, then, that he must make a move, it cannot be helped.
Taehyung kisses your temple affectionately, stopping you both in your tracks in the bustling streets of the 7th Arrondissement. You lean in for just a moment, overtaken, and he considers it a triumph, a step towards the right direction. Heāll spend the rest of his life proving himself to you, if thatās what it takes, just so he can kiss you like this.
āWe canāt have that, can we?ā He rhetorically asks, and takes your hand in his, draping it over his forearm. āYouāre with me, now, you must divulge in the few pleasures that life has to offer, my darling.ā
āNo one has offered to show me,ā you confess shyly.
Show you he does. He takes you to the restaurant he frequents at and orders the bottle of wine he loves the most, along with dinner. Taehyung fills your glass and cuts your steak in bite sized pieces when it arrives. He advices you to sniff at the red colored alcohol first, before closing your eyes and having a taste.
Youāre the most special kind of angel doing exactly as youāre told, taking a small sip of the aged wine. He watches, breath bated. When you open your eyes, the fascination on your face makes him smile brightly, proudly.
āWonāt you eat?ā You ask, biting your pink lips.
Taehyung canāt help but smirk at that. āDonāt worry about me, sweetheart. Iāll eat later, trust me.ā
āYou say it with such innuendo, I donāt understandāā
āHave you ever touched yourself, (Y/N)? Be honest with me.ā
You choke on your food, eyes widening, coughing into your hand. Taehyung chuckles, offering you some water. You take it gratefully, chugging half the glass. He waits, amused, curious. A few people turn to look. He ignores them.
āThat is not a proper question to ask a lady, Taehyung,ā you scold him after you recover, fingers playing with your pearl necklace.
āYou are to be my wife. I believe I can ask whatever I want,ā he responds calmly.
You take a while to answer, instead turning to the wine for bravery.
āWhy the interest?ā
āPurely out of curiosity. I want to know what makes you feel good, sweetheart, for when I go down on that sweet cunt of yours.ā
Your knife falls out of your hand and hits the floor at once. More people begin to tune into your conversation, intrigued. You look around, embarrassed and crouch to pick up your utensil. Taehyung turns his head to the side to blow smoke on the nosy woman on the table next to yours. She heaves, waving her hand and quickly minds her business.
āDid I say something to upset you?ā He presses.
āYouāre ridiculous and vulgar!ā You half whisper, urging him to stop his teasing. āNo one has ever spoken to me in this way.ā
āYour boyfriend mustāve been a bore then, darling. Iām only stating my intentions. I would never dare to offend you.ā
āItās just as so.ā
āDonāt be shy with me.ā
āYes!ā You exclaim, and down the entire glass of wine. āOf course I have, who hasnāt? Now no more of this or Iām leaving.ā
Taehyung shuts the fuck up at once.
He wishes he can say he was nothing but a total gentleman the entire evening, but that would a blatant fucking lie, wouldnāt it, because as soon as you get off the car to go into your house, he grabs you by the arm and kisses you deeply, hands ruining your hair. You moan and refute against his lips, but he holds you tighter, attempts to bruise your mouth so that youād feel him there for a good fucking while.
He wishes he can say that had been all, but it wasnāt, because he takes you on the side of the building, covering you in shadows, and slips his hand under your dress, feeling your garters, touching the lace of your underwear. He rises your skirts, and fingers you right there, your parents just through the wall, wondering where their sweet little girl is.
You gasp and cling to him, bodies pressed together as he leaves you no room to think, to second guess, to breathe, even. Heās ruthless in his taking, selfish in his ambition to make you come for him, and so his digits curl in your slick, finding out the pleasure spots of you, desperate to have you screaming his name. Youāre moving your hips towards his hand in no time, overwhelmed by how good it feels to have something inside you, fucking into you. Taehyung flattens his palm, and rubs your clit with the heel of it, long fingers edging you.
āPlease, Taehyungā¦ that feels too good, what are you doing to me?ā
Your head falls on his shoulder, just as he hikes one of your thighs up his torso. He has half a mind to slam you down on his cock, fuck you in public, unashamed, outside your own fucking house, but he doesnāt, he wonāt, because youāre important; because you matter, because he only wants to give you a little taste of what he can do for you.
āIām stretching that little hole of yours, sweetheart. Youāre so fucking wet for me, baby, so eager for my hand.ā
Cupping you jaw, his tongue pushes past your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, eliciting more sounds from you, growing hotter, whinier, broken. Your pussy is making sounds too, all wet and filthy, and you seem to hear them as well, trying to pull away from his kiss, hide your face in his chest. He doesnāt let you, opens his eyes to see the pleasure written clearly on your features.
āYouāll come for me, wonāt you, darling? All over my fingers? Let me see you, sweet thing, and then let me have a taste of those sweet juices. I bet you taste like pure fucking honey, I wanna bury myself in that cunt, drown in that cream. Wonāt you give it to me, baby? Cāmon, let go for me, let me see.ā
When you come, you donāt seem to understand what you just did, what happened, and Taehyung is truly and completely awestruck by your innocence. He rubs circles on your clit until your body stops convulsing, and when heās sure youāre okay to stand on your own, he kneels down in front of you on the dewy grass, gripping your hips, and diving in your folds, tongue lapping your slickness, so velvety, so goddamn tasty, before going for your clit, flicking the small bundle of nerves. You jerk away from him, the sensation unfamiliar. He brings you back, growls, grips tighter and does it again. And again. And again.
āOh my God, I canāt, I canāt, Iām gonnaāā
He moans against your cunt, uses his hand again to provide more friction for you to rub against. You do immediately, your pussy on fire, aching like never before, your stomach in knots. Then he starts mumbling like a mad manāI can feel it, sweetheart, let me have it, come in my mouth, give it to me my filthy fucking girl, my little slut, Heaven on earth on my tongue, I swear, one more, one more baby, come on.
You come again, and this time you see stars; your vision blurs, and you almost collapse on top of him, but Taehyung holds you up whilst not missing a single drop of your release, licking all over, chin coated in your juices, running down his neck. He fucking loves it all, loves you, loves your cunt. Then, he hears it.
Your dad calling out for you. While heās still buried between your thighs, erection pressing against his trousers, his daughter fucked out and half naked for everyone to see. You panic immediately, pushing your skirt down, looking at the direction of the voice worried, dizzy still from your orgasms.
Taehyung pulls your panties over your core, and gets up quickly, giving you one last kiss before slapping your ass. You hit his chest alarmed, anxiety ridden.
āGo first, darling. Iāll see you later.ā
āButāā
He fixes you with a stern look. āBe a good girl.ā
You hesitantly go, your hand dropping from his. He hates having to let go of you like this but doesnāt want to get you in trouble with your father, either. He waits a bit for both voices to disappear behind doors, before going back to his car, parked a couple houses back. Taehyung can barely think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock.
He rubs himself like that, with the thought of you coming undone over him, your taste still in his mouth. When he spits into his palm, he imagines your perfect lips wrapping around his shaft, taking his entire length into your small hole, gagging over his girth. He barely cares for anyone passing, or his indecency.
He wants to fuck you raw, fuck you dumb. Put a ring on your finger, and knock some babies in you, then die a happy man.
All in good time.
With guests arriving and gifts piling up, Taehyung hadnāt got a single chance to talk to you. Just a quick hello and peck on the cheek, before your mothers dragged you away to fix your dress and powder your face up to her standards.
Youād grimaced at him as you were taken to the guest room of his house, and he gave you a small smile in return. This day was most important to them, a celebration of two of the most powerful and influential families in all of France, so in that way, you had to look your best, and even then, your best didnāt guarantee perfection.
Taehyung thought you looked fucking stunning in your champagne-colored gown, crystals cascading down your hair. A wish, or a dream, or both. He can only imagine what youād look like in your wedding dress, walking towards him down the aisle, given to no one but him, his to love, to cherish, to protect, and to fuck. He gets excited with the mere thought, the prospect of having you all to himself, to do whatever he pleases.
His father slaps him on the shoulder once, already more than three glasses of bourbon in; he had a buzz about him, a friendly aura, when he was drunk. It was easier to talk to him, then, in his relaxed state. But Taehyung had nothing to sayānot to him, at least. Heād been a pain in the fucking ass all these years, and now when itās time to do his duty and marry into a good family, all of a sudden, heās the picture-perfect authority.
Bullshit. He loosens his tie a little, the noose suddenly entirely too tight around his neck, and puts the cigarette back in between his fingers, running a hand through his tidy hair, with the brushed back curls.
At first, greeting people had been easy enough. All he had to do was stand right next to you and shake hands. He doesnāt know when the air got so unbearably stifling, or when the faces all started blurring into each other, smiles melting off as if acid had been thrown onto them. Taehyung squeezes that hand he has around your waist, and you look up in concern. The music is too loud, the lights are too bright, and who the fuck keeps banging on his head?
āTae?ā You ask, delicate hands taking his pale face in them. āYouāre overwhelmed,ā you conclude, staring into his eyes. Then to your mother, āWeāre gonna go get some fresh air.ā
āRight now?ā She chastises but doesnāt object. Perhaps Taehyung looks worse than he feels. āBe back soon, honey. You need to give your toasts, so we can bring out the cake.ā
āYes, mother.ā
Like magic, his migraine disappears the moment you leave the living room. Your soft hand in his, leading him to privacyāall he needed, all he wanted. Your plan is to take him to the garden, have the crispy autumn air hit him, bring him back from his anxiety. But it wasnāt stress that made him unwell; it was those people, the fact that he knew none of them, and yet they got to congratulate him, to stare at his bride as if sheās nothing more than a piece of meat, something with an expiration date.
They think that Kim Taehyung wonāt be faithful. That heāll grow bored, and once he gives you a couple children, will try everything in his power to stay as far away as possible from you. The assumptions of a life he left far behind the moment he bought you that chocolate croissant were haunting him, karma coming to bite him. He was no longer that person theyāve heard so many rumors about it, nor does he wish to ever be, ever again.
You were his future now. His life. He was completely devoted to you. You had to know this.
Before you can reach for the balcony door, he pulls you into the library, locking the door behind him. You let out a gasp as he pushes you against the cold glass of the window that run across the wall, overlooking the majestic garden his mother and housekeepers had built. Taehyung smiles and puts both his arms on either side of you, his thumbs caressing your temples tenderly.
āI thought you werenāt well,ā you mutter, blinking up at his handsome face.
āYou always make me feel better.ā He inches closer.
āIs that so?ā
āMhm.ā And then he kisses you.
Gently, softly. Small feathery pecks, admiring the way you bloomed for him, under his touch. The party was gearing up, he could hear the melody change to something more upbeat, so he figured he could steal a few more moments with you, alone. His mind ran a thousand miles per hour.
āI want you to know, sweetheart, I want you to hear it from me directly, and believe me always when I sayāIāll be a good husband to you. I will always put you first, above my own self, whatever you need. Count on me, let me be a man thatās deserving of an angel like you,ā he whispers against your lips, watches as your eyes glisten with tears of joy.
He kisses them away, then kisses your brow. You giggle, a sound holier than church bells. He would give you anything, then. His baby, his darling. Anything.
āIām going to take advantage of you nowā I canāt fucking wait any longer, you have me by the fucking balls, sweetheart.ā
Your hands instinctively go for his shoulders, as he roughly pulls your dress up your legs, over your hips, those long fingers dipping underneath your silk panties, feeling that smooth pussy with his open palm. Taehyung groans into your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. He wanted to mark you, show everyone youāre his, but not now. Youād be too embarrassed to go back out, face all those guests.
Your cunt wasnāt shy, though. It coated his fingers with your slick wetness, opened up for him to have his way. So obedient, so fucking sexyāoh, heād fuck you. Right against this window, for anyone that was outside to see. He didnāt give a fuck. You drove him crazy with how ready you always seemed to be, your body betraying any sort of rebuttal from you.
āTell me baby, have you touched yourself since I was in between these legs?ā As his middle finger slips inside your tight entrance. āHave you thought of me while rubbing this pretty pussy? Be honest with me, sweetheart.ā
āYes,ā a breathy moan against his collarbone, as your hand wraps around the nap of his neck. āYes.ā
Heās a gone man, then. A girl as perfect as you, his promised girl, admitting to pleasuring herself with the thought of him? Taehyung almost wants to apologize for who he was about to become.
āTurn around for me, darling.ā
Youāre scared, overthinking the position, but with one last flick on your clit, youāre drenching his entire hand, rubbing on his forearm like a starved slut.
āIāll take care of you, baby, I got you, I promise.ā
āWill it hurt?ā You ask quietly, and he shushes you, kisses away your worry.
āIt might, angel. But youāre my strong girl, arenāt you? Bite on my hand if the pain is too much.ā
He holds your hips aligned with his erection and unzips his trousers, pumping himself a few times, using your slick to coat his length. Taehyung then puts a hand over your mouth, and you hold onto it with both of your own, inching your ass closer to his cock absentmindedly, your body obviously wanting this as much as he does.
āFuck me, youāre a fucking dream like this, darling, let me see you. Do that again.ā
You do, the white garters and stockings you have on the sexiest thing heās ever seen in his goddamn life. Heās seen a lot of pussy, but nothing compares, could ever compare to yours. Sliding his rock-hard length against your folds, he circles an arm around your waist, your knees already giving out. Taehyung chuckles, kisses your shoulder blade softly. What an adorable girl, so innocent in the ways of pleasure, all the different ways your senses can come alive.
āTake a deep breath for me, sweetheart.ā
He enters you at once, what little resistance there was giving way. You scream into his hand, and he presses his chest on your back, fingers pressing against your mouth to keep you quiet. Stilling for a second, brows furrowing, aching to pound into you, to fuck you senseless, he then pulls all the way out, and thrusts back in, the tightness feeling incredible against his girth.
āChrist baby, where have you been my entire fucking life?ā
You whimper, and push back, wanting to be as close to him as possible. āFaster, Taehyung, please.ā
He neednāt be told twice. He stays inside you, picking up his pace, fucking into the deepest part of you, both arms wrapping around your waist, breathing labored, watching as you place two manicured hands on the glass, trying to keep yourself upright. He praises you, tells you how good youāre doing, how fucking perfect you are for him, taking cock so well, a natural, a good little slut, his baby, so proud of you, so fucking proud.
āLook at you, shameless, getting fucked for the whole world to see. Youāre a filthy fucking girl, angel, arenāt you? All you want is to come on my cock, donāt you?ā
āPleaseā¦ā
Taehyung wants to grab you by the hair, drill himself into your hole, shape it to fit his dick exactly, to mark his place there so that you could never leave him, never let any other man in that sweet fucking place. Instead, he watched the crystals bounce, your tits smashed against the glass, corset keeping them in place.
āPlease? Use your words, darling. What do you want?ā He demands, bending you at the waist more, feeling his release getting closer.
āYou, please, more, more!ā
When his digits drop down to your clit again, youāre a crying mess, begging to be filled with cum, filled by him, to the brim, until you canāt take no more, and he gives it all to you, heās generous, he slams one, two, threeāyour head falls in ecstasy, as he shoots his load inside of your insatiable hole, balls emptying all heās been holding back for you.
He rests his head on your lower back, sweat dripping into his eyes, stinging. He kisses you over the flashy fabric of your dress, hands resting above your womb, thinking about seeing your swollen belly, carrying his child, a beautiful mommy.
Taehyung helped you get decent, tucking himself back in his pants, straightening his suit vest, passing a hand over his combed hair, and turned you around in his arms for a last kiss. Only this one was more intense; unlike any other kiss heās ever experienced. It was emotional, carrying the trust and love youāve grown to have for him, the most precious thing he could ever ask for.
āIāve loved you since I met you, sweetheart,ā he whispers sweetly in your ear, pulling back to see your reaction.
You flushed, hiding on his shoulder. He smiles fondly at your action and keeps you there for a while. Some time has passed since you two supposedly went to the gardens, and he didnāt want your mother to start an entire search party for the both of you, so he halfheartedly suggested to return to the living room.
Admittedly, there was no possible way to hide you two had sex. His mother shook her head as he brought you to stand in front of the two-tiered vanilla frosted cake, attached to your hip.
āIāll love you til the day I die,ā he promises later, in front of everyone, slipping a diamond ring on your finger. āMine to hold, mine to keep.ā
Pairing: Street Racer! Jungkook x CEO Daughter! ReaderĀ
Word Count: 2.1k
Content Warning: street racing, sneaking out (even though oc is 21), jungkook is secretly whipped, secret relationship, sexual themes, talks about getting a tattoo, speeding, oc wears pretty skirts, victory lap.
Other Content: size kink, manhandling, oral sex (f! receiving), just porn without plot tbh, oc has big titties, oc squirts, wall sex, strength kink, teasing, crying, fingering, sloppy makeout sesh on the hood of jungkookās car ;)Ā
synopsis; in which Namjoon is the popular jock and youāre just another girl in the bleachers. OR what happens when the gentle giant takes notice of the introverted, yet dedicated fan?
pairing; college jock!namjoon x college student!reader
genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, s2l, f2l, college au, jock au
warnings; classic college tropes, angst in the form of cheerleaders(but not all!) misjudging reader, but mainly just a whole bunch of sweet jock Namjoon for your pleasure, a letterman jacket kink rises to the surface, reader is awkward, joon is a patient angel baby cause heās in lOoOve with reader so much š„ŗ uhhhhm there will be sexual intercourse and it will be soft and cute with protection being used cause they smart cookies(and so are you!)
rating; 21+ MINORS DNI
w/c; 4,744
a/n; happy birthday to our favorite accident prone, gentle giant, dimple baby Kim Namjoon! like + reblog if you enjoyed. donāt be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content ā like this! all the love, always.
The flood lights that surround the football field are bright as ever, allowing the football players to continue playing as the night continues on.
You secure your jacket tighter around your shivering figure, the unforgiving wind still somehow making it through the thick material no matter how hard you try otherwise. The people around you both cheer when your team scores a touchdown, and boo when the away team does.
All of that is trivial, however, seeing as your main focus is on the tallest member of the team, making it easier for you to decipher him amongst the other players.
Kim Namjoon. The gentle giant.
The bleachers erupt into a fit of cheers, hooting, and hollering, your team winning the game by a landslide. Not that you ever doubted it. Namjoon and the other players gradually make their way off the field and towards the locker rooms to get washed up. With your seat being next to the corridor that they walk through, you get a good luck as they go by.
Namjoon is waving politely at those that chant his name in earnest. Heās not the quarterback, but heās just as popular, if not more. His talents are phenomenal when it came to the sport, everyone sure that he was going to get recognized by an agent and signed by end of his college career.
You join the rest of those that chant his name, though your voice is easily drowned out by those who arenāt afraid to scream their hearts out. For a split second, your eyes lock with his. That dimpled smile widens, and you woefully wish itās due to you, though you know that canāt be true considering youāve never gained the courage to talk with him.
You imagine itās cause of you anyways.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
The following Monday youāre taking your normal stroll through the large campus courtyard. Itās littered with students that share the same goal as you, making it to their class on time. Up ahead, you see the jocks and cheerleaders formed in their usual circle located next to the fountain thatās planted dab in the middle of said courtyard.
You spot Namjoon easily.
Heās laughing from something that Cherry said, cheer captain and from what you heard, now ex of Kim Namjoon. From their interaction, you wonder if those were just rumors, or maybe they just ended on good terms. You wouldnāt put it past Namjoon to stay civil in that kind of situation.
Due to your zoning out on the dimpled male, you fail to watch where youāre going, and make the fatal mistake of knocking into Jin, another member of the football team. The action causes a domino effect from the force in which you accidentally plow him with, ultimately making Cherry stumble into Namjoon and having him catch her effortlessly. His face is worried as he asks if sheās okay, she says yes.
His eyes then flicker to yours, as does everyone around him when they realize that youāre the culprit.
āAiiiiish! You should be apart of the team with that powerful of a tackle, y/l/n.ā
Jin turns and jests at your embarrassed figure good naturedly, a grin on his face so as to show thereās no hard feelings on his part. The same sentiment canāt be said for a few of the cheerleaders who were collateral damage.
āYouāre right, Jin. Sheās certainly built like a dude.ā Cherryās co-captain and best friend sardonically chimes in with a smirk on her face. The comment creates scattered laughter throughout the group in agreement, all except for Namjoon, you notice.
Your face flushes at the jab, you being well aware that your chest wasnāt quite as developed as most women your age. Your lip trembles, and you bite it in hopes of stopping the tears that begin to build in your eyes. You make a show of deeply bowing to the group, mumbling a āsorry, please excuse meā before standing up straight and briskly walking past.
Namjoon makes a step towards your retreating figure, promptly getting stopped by Cherryās hand that curls itself around his bicep. His face that was once full of worry for his ex, still held the same expression, but this time for you.
He made a mental note that next time he saw you he was going to apologize on behalf of his so called āfriendsā.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
You make it to class without a hitch. The day drones on like it always does, and itās not until that final bell rings do you sigh in relief. You clutch your binder into your chest, both arms folded around it as you step back outside into the courtyard, this time with the end destination being your bed.
You get close to the school gates before youāre stopped by a loud voice. A loud, familiar voice.
āY/N! Hey! Wait up!ā
You stiffly turn in the direction where the voice is coming from, seeing Kim Namjoon in all his beautiful, letterman jacket wearing glory make it to you in a second flat from his long legged strides. Your knuckles turn white from how hard youāre holding your binder now, something Namjoonās eyes dart to as he gets close enough to stand a few feet away from your shorter figure.
His full, dimpled smile is on display, and this time you know for a fact that itās meant for you only. Your brain malfunctions, and you miss the words that come out of his mouth next, the only thing you register is his lips moving to form said words.
You blink. Once, twice. His smile doesnāt falter, but he does lean in closer to your face, one slender finger coming up to gently poke the crease in between your brows that seemed to form without you knowing. It must be from how confused you are about the situation at hand.
As if time unpaused itself, your brain clears up enough for you to speak, though your voice cracks when you do.
āIāmā, Iām sorry. What did you say?ā
āI was asking if you were available to accompany me to this new diner that opened up down the street. I wanted to treat you.ā
His hands are stuffed into his letterman jacket, heās rocking himself on the balls of his feet as he waits for your answer patiently. Eyes staying trained on your face, he surveys out of his peripheral the outfit youāre wearing. Itās cute, different, unique. He likes it, a lot.
Your eyes narrow, and for the first time does his usually confident smile begin to dim.
āIs this some kind of a bet?ā
His eyes widen, face crestfallen at your misconception of his genuine interest in you.
āExcuse me?ā Now itās his turn to gain those creases between his brows.
āAre your friends going to pop out of the bushes and yell āgotcha!ā?ā
He doesnāt miss the way you elongate the word friends with a hint of distaste on your tongue. Heāll be the first to admit that his choice of company can be downright rude, and wonders what other slurs you had to endure by them before he transferred to this college his junior year.
āNo, theyāre not. I promise I only come to you with good intentions and on the basis of wanting to get to know you better. Is that alright with you?ā He ends with a question, and once again awaits your answer. Thereās no signs of malice or ill intent as he looks at you, but you canāt help the walls youāve built over the years.
Pursing your lips, you reply.
āNo, thank you. I wouldnāt want to further endure the wrath of the cheerleading squad when your girlfriend finds out. So, good day.ā
You pivot on your heel, decision resolute.
An enlarged hand grasps your own, and you stop in your tracks, back towards him.
āSheās not my girlāwell, she was-but not anymore. We broke up awhile ago. Like, months ago. She even has a new boyfriend already, heās a cool dude.ā
Heās nonchalant when he speaks, his grip on your hand loosens when you turn your attention back on him, but he still keeps ahold on your hand incase you attempt to ditch him again.
āOnly you would talk highly of an exās new boyfriend, I swear. Youāre like a freaking unicorn.ā
He lets out a bellowing, open mouthed laugh that seems to take over his entire face, his eyes crinkling, that reverberates through his hand and into yours, causing your arm to shake lightly as a result. A hint of a smile appears on your face that makes him gasp in pure delight.
He points at your mouth with a cheeky, dimpled, grin.
āThereās that smile!ā
Your immediate reaction is to hide your face in your chest, an action he prevents you from doing as he uses his other hand to cup your chin and steer your gaze back onto his. His hand is still warm from its previous home in his jacket, you note, despite the cold air around you two.
āYou shouldnāt hide your face, itās pretty.ā
From that point on, you were hooked.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Once again, youāre walking your normal route to class within the courtyard. Namjoon and his group of friends are a few yards away from you, but this time when he notices you, he makes a point to break away with haste, apologies spew from his supple lips to those he squeezes past to get to you.
Jin is the last to let him past, giving you an enthusiastic wave. Even Cherry and her posse give you smiles in greeting that you return. Namjoonās arms encase themselves around your waist as he hoists your small frame and twirls you both in a circle. Heās still holding you up off the ground, and you slowly slide down enough to plant a soft, but meaningful kiss on his lips. You could feel him smile into it, and it makes your teeth clash for a moment.
When you mutually pull away for fresh air, you barely have time before heās peppering you with kisses all over your face. From behind, Jin patronizes you both on your disgusting public display of affection.
āOi! Get a room you two!ā
Using one arm to hold you, he makes a point to flip Jin off with his free hand that makes you roll your eyes at their antics. You give him a few pats on his shoulder, your way of telling him to set you back down on solid ground. He pouts cutely, but obliges.
Throwing an arm around your shoulder instead, your fingers thread through his dangling ones over your shoulder as he leads you to your first class of the day. Too soon do you arrive, and he leans against the side of the wall next to the door with his lips already puckered in waiting. You lean up this time to oblige his height as best as you can, not noticing when he subtly leans down further to accommodate your height difference.
Inbetween kisses, he asks you a question.
āAm I still able to come over after the game tonight?ā
His eyes are hopeful, smile widening when you nod in affirmation to his question. He gives you a loving pat on the head, before using both hands to secure your head long enough for him to plant a kiss on your forehead and then heās off and heading to his own class with a wave of his hand, barely managing to dodge a gaggle of girls in time before crashing into them.
You wave back with a shake of your head at your clumsy giant, smile of your own adorning your face as a light hue rises in your cheeks of whatās to come.
You couldnāt wait.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
Just like in the beginning, youāre back in your favorite spot on the bleachers to watch your now boyfriend own the field like he always does. Off to the side, not to far from where you are, you catch a snippet of conversation between a dude who looks way to formally dressed to be at a college football game and Namjoonās coach. When Namjoonās body hurdles by them with the football in hand, does the formal guy point at Namjoon with a serious look on his face. His coach crosses his arms over his chest with a puff of his chest, a smug smile on his face as he nods to whatever the formal dude is saying.
Huh. You wonder what thatās about.
You join the rest of the crowd around you in a standing, deafening applaud for the entire football team as they make their way through the corridor after a major win of the season. Your eyes scan the members in search of Namjoonās loving eyes, but you donāt see him.
Itās not until your eyes shift back towards the field, do you find him with his helmet tucked under his arm, a beaming smile on his face as he talks to coach and mystery dude. The latter pats Namjoon on the shoulder as you make your way slowly down the bleachers to the stairs that lead to on the field. When your feet touch the astroturf and you begin your small trek to the three men, does the mystery dude bid his goodbyes and walk past you.
The coach and Namjoon are hugging each other tightly, coach shouting praises at Namjoon.
āI knew you would be something kid. I just knew it!ā
āThanks, coach. This wouldnāt have been possible without you!ā
You walk up as they separate, and you have a wary smile on your face, your gut telling you that you just might know what transpired, but choosing to stay silent and wait for Namjoon to tell you himself.
If possible, his smile becomes broader when he sees you. Dropping his helmet to the ground, he ditches it in favor of holding your body tightly against him. You hug him back just as enthusiastically, his breath fanning your ear as he speaks.
āI did it, baby! I got recruited for a team!ā
You gasp in astonishment, eyes watering due to how happy you are for Joon. This has been his goal for as long as he could throw a football, you couldnāt be more proud of him. Your arms tighten around his neck as you bury your face into him. He can feel your body shake with happy sobs, and canāt help the emotion of the moment when he joins you in the sobfest.
The coach is long gone when you two collect yourselves, Namjoon using his thumbs to wipe the tear streaks from your face as he smiles at you lovingly. Your nose is red and eyes are puffy, but heās never seen you look more beautiful than you do at this moment.
He leans down to kiss you. Itās soft, slow, but full of passion.
āI love you, y/n.ā
The words are whispered between kisses and instead of responding with words, you opt for action in the form of deepening the kiss with a mix of tongues as you battle for dominance.
Itās a sheer, black, silky slip that caught your eye in the mall recently. The lady that helped you pick it out reassured you that you would look so good that he wouldnāt be able to keep his hands off of you. But, as you look at his now stiff body, face void of emotion, you conclude it mustāve just been her trying to meet her sales quota for that day.
Your body folds in on itself, your flight response immediately wanting to kick in and save you from your utter embarrassment at trying and failing to look sexy. Namjoon snaps out of his lust induced haze to see your fear stricken one, and he instantly hops off the bed to secure you within his arms with endearing words of praise spoken into your hair as he rocks you both side to side.
āIām sorry, baby. My brain fried there for a second when I saw how gorgeous you look.ā
He pulls away, but keeps his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tops of them occasionally as his eyes rake over your perfectly curved, thick figure with both love and lust.
āJust gorgeous?ā
His eyes snap to yours when your meek voice passes your lips, his brows scrunching in confusion. He goes to question you, but you beat him to the answer.
āI was trying to go for more along the lines of sexyā,ā your eyes look everywhere but his as you continue, self deprecating thoughts fill your mind for a moment as you become your own worst critic. āāI bet if I had bigger boobsā,ā
āIām gonna stop you right there.ā
His hand on your chin, makes you look at him. His eyes hold nothing but warmth when he speaks.
āYou are sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.ā
Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escapes your lips. He trails one hand down your arm and to your hand, before heās leading you both back to your bed. Guiding you to lay down, he then takes a moment to savor the way your body naturally parts your legs in anticipation of him being between them. Not wanting to disappoint, he kneels between your legs and uses the strength of his arms to hover over your form.
āI donāt want you ever doubting how I feel about you, okay? If youāre feeling down, let me know. Iāll be glad to show you otherwise.ā A cheeky smirk adorns his face and your cheeks tint, small smile beginning to curl at the edge of your lips.
āThereās that smile I love.ā
āShut up.ā
You pull him down by his neck to kiss him, it starts out slow and sensual, before turning into a kiss of pure need for one another. Your bodies react, his lower half grinds into yours and you can feel the effect you have on him. You whimper into the kiss, the weight of his crotch rubs deliciously into your clit that makes you want more.
āPlease, Joonie. No teasing.ā
āFine, fine. One thing though, something I always wanted to try.ā
You tilt your head in bewilderment when he pushes himself off of you to cross your room to the duffel bag that lays on the floor next to your desk. Unzipping it, he ruffles through the contents until he finds what heās looking for ā his letterman jacket.
He makes his way back to you and gestures for you to sit up, which you do. Grabbing the bottom of your slip dress, he helps you pull it off until your left nude in front of him. He bites his lip, and throws the jacket around your shoulders, encouraging you to slink your arms through the sleeves, which again, you do. He then sits back to both admire you and take in his fantasy come to life.
You wearing nothing but his letterman jacket.
His Adamās apple bobs, pupils blown, as you yourself admire the jacket around you. The semi rough material rubs against your nipples and makes them harden. The scent of Joon is all over it, and you canāt help but bring the collar up to your nose to savor it with your eyes closed in content.
A shaky exhale is what has your eyes popping back open to witness Namjoon sink to his elbows between your legs. You whine at his actions.
āJoon, I said no teasing tonight.ā
āBaby, please? This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time now, I just want to taste you real quick.ā He whines back cutely, full on pout plastered on his face that you just canāt say no too.
You give a mock huff of feigned annoyance and let yourself plop back comfortably onto the pillows beneath you, he pumps a fist in the air in triumph that has you lightly hitting him in the back of his head with the heel of your foot to hurry up.
Then, he doesnāt waste any time.
He dives in, planting one solid lick to your outer folds that leads to the hood of your clit. He places one hand between you both to gently tug the hood of your clit up so he can blow softly on it. The cool sensation makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and then heās placing a hard suck on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees unconsciously begin closing upon contact, but he uses his other free hand to hold one of your legs down, preemptively giving him better access to your core.
He switches his attention from your clit, and down to your now glistening hole, where he allows his middle finger to slide inside up to the knuckle, taking it out a second later to rub circles around your hole. Your hips buck, hole clenching around nothing, missing the intruding digit already. He continues this torturous routine until you start to become frustrated at your lack of relief, the edging beginning to take a toll on you.
āNamjoon, you better startā,ā you begin to berate him, but your words turn into soft pants when he chooses at that exact moment to add two more digits into your hole at a fast pace, curling them to the point heās able to feel your soft spot. His pace is unrelenting as you grip the sheets, back arching and mouth parting in a silent scream. Your toes begin to curl and he watches with hooded eyes as you come undone for the first time that night before him. Your orgasm washes over your spasming body in waves, and heās quick to replace his fingers with his big mouth to lewdly slurp up your essence like a man starved for water. Some of it eludes his mouth to dribble down his chin and onto the bedding beneath you.
āFuck. Namjoon. Stop. I canāt.ā
You beg breathlessly, fingers gripping his hair in a vice to lift his head off your oversensitive pussy. He places one last wet kiss to each of your inner thighs, then trails up your body to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, gently massaging them to squish them together so he can take advantage of his big mouth and tongue to both lick and suckle each nipple with the same amount of attention.
You use the opportunity to come down from your high, to a still pleasurable, but not overbearing different kind of stimulation. After a few minutes, he uses one hand to push down his boxers enough to kick them off the bed with his feet. Getting back up on his knees, he reaches over the side of you to your side table drawer and fetches out a condom you make sure to keep just incase. He opens it and rolls it on, being sure to pinch the tip to make room for his own slick to fill.
He lines up his length with your still semi spasming hole, but looks up at you with a question in his eyes that gets answered just as quietly when you wrap your legs around his waist. Both of you let out a grunt of satisfaction when he stills, fully inside.
āAre you okay?ā
You donāt realize your eyes closed on their own as your body adjusted to Namjoonās girth. When you open them, you see his face hovering over yours with concern pooling in his.
āIām good, Joon. You can move.ā
Leaning down, he gives you a lingering kiss on your lips as he begins to move his hips against yours. He doesnāt go fast, choosing tonight as one to be savored. Itās an important one after all, he wants to remember it.
You thrust your own hips up in the slow, rhythmic tempo that heās set, encouraging him to his first orgasm of the night. He buries his face in your neck, giving sloppy thrusts until he stills. Using what little strength you have left, you place the palms of your hands on his chest and push him until heās laying on his back on the bed. You take your time straddling him, rubbing your folds against his length once, twice ā itās not until the third swing of your hips does he place his hands on your love handles in order to guide his length back into your warmth.
You chuckle at his impatience, and he glowers at you playfully.
āI thought you said no teasing?ā
āFigured Iād give you a taste of your own medicine is all.ā
Youāre playing innocent, but he knows better. He lets you ride him at your own pace, letting his hands roam all over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Eventually, when he feels your walls begin to constrict around his own growing length, does he drop his hand where you two meet in order to rub soft, yet perfect amount of weight on your clit to help spur both of your impending orgasms.
Throwing caution to the wind, you splay your hands on his chest to get better leverage and a better angle, increasing your pace from a slow one to a fast one that has both of you a panting mess trying to chase your highs at the same time. You let out a broken whimper and he knows youāre closer to yours, but he wants to cum at the same time as you, finding the rare occurrence just another way of togetherness in his mind between you both when it does happen.
Easing his assault on your clit, he plants his heels into the bed to thrust up at a brutal pace, his cock pistons in and out of your sopping hole and you let out a sob at the orgasm that suddenly hits you at the same time that his does. He only stops when you canāt hold yourself up anymore and choose to lazily plop yourself off to the side of him on the bed, face flushed, eyes closed, and ready for sleep already.
Heās not too far behind you, wanting to crash after that love making session, but he needs to clean up first and so do you. He gives your ass a light slap and you groan into the pillow in reply.
āLetās clean up, baby. Then sleep.ā
You flip him off. He playfully bites your fingertip.
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The next day youāre both taking an early morning walk around campus, your small hand held tightly in his large one. Ever since last night, he takes any chance he can get to see you wearing his letterman jacket, so thatās what youāre currently wearing over your outfit.
You donāt mind though, in fact, you love it.
Like you love him.
So, you say it for the first time since heās confessed.
āJoon?ā He looks down at you with a curious look on his face, and waits patiently for you to speak when he notices how shy youāre getting. It brings him back to the first day he met you.
āI love you too.ā
Your favorite dimpled smile makes an appearance. You two meet in the middle for a loving kiss. You go to pull away, but he secured a hand on the back of your neck to keep you a hair width away as he speaks lowly, honestly.
āI always saw you.ā
You tilt your head in confusion.
āSaw me?ā
āYeah. In the bleachers. You went to every game. I even saw the sign you made with just my number on it, but it helped me get that winning touchdown.ā
āYouāre joking.ā
āSerious as a heart attack.ā
A puff of laughter escapes your lips, your lips grazing his during the act that has him chasing yours for another. His shoulders bounce as he lightly laughs along with you.
Another reason you love wearing his jacket? It lets everyone around you know that youāre his.
summary | youāve just gotten yourself a job working with the campus crush, kim taehyung. heās quiet and brooding but everyone is obsessed with him including your best friend. what do you when she asks for your help in dating him when heās catching feelings for you instead? heās supposed to notice her but heās got tunnel vision when it comes to you.
warnings | 13k words. college au. barista au. fem!reader, tsundere taehyung if u squint. looks like could kill u but is actually a cinnamon roll taehyung. unrequited love. reader has insecurities. Taehyung is forward and expressive. mentions of toxic friend dynamics. f2l kinda. smut. fluff. protective sex. 69, oral [f and m]. riding. missionary. rough but loving schmut. taeās got good intentions. soft dirty talk, a lot of foreplay, nipple play, cunnilingus, messy but passionate. reader gives toe curling head. Tae got a big one but thatās just a fact.
song inspo: bff by jesseā¦ āsheās your best friend but I canāt help my intentions on you, baby.ā ā minus cheating undertones in the song lol
There is something bittersweet about wanting something you probably shouldnāt. Something about the fact it was forbidden or at least felt that way. Maybe you were exaggerating, maybe you werenāt, but finding the guy in front of you attractive doesnāt feel alright.
Not that he isnāt absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous to the point that it should be illegalā¦ no, never that. Itās just, well, now you understand why pretty much everyone around campus is whipped for this guy. It was a small campus but wow did he manage to have everyone wrapped around his finger. The best, or worst, part is that he doesnāt even know it. He could also be acting like he doesnāt realize his affects on people but that only makes him that much more attractive. Youāve never been into the mysterious typeāyou were too impatient to let them open up. This guy is an entire breed of mystery and coolness yet he had a warm look in his eyes. He didnāt even have any social media and that just made him more aloof and attractive.
Now you understand why one of your friendās freaked out on you after finding out youād be working with him. In her own words: āOh you lucky bitch! Youāre gonna work at the same store as Kim Taehyung?ā
You were in fact lucky to be in the presence of someone so attractive but thatās the part that felt forbidden. He was almost too attractive. If heās even the slightest nice to you youāll crush on him like itās nobodyās business and thatās a big no no. Why is it a humongous no no? Because your best friend, So Hyun, has the worldās biggest crush on him. Borderline obsessive but honestly that was anyone who has ever seen him in person. You couldnāt possibly tell her he really was attractive because sheād have your head on a stick.
You learned your lesson after stanning the same member in some kpop group, she does not share. If she finds Taehyung even remotely attractive sheās got a crush and boy oh boy is she territorial. At twenty two years old sheās gotta be pretty damn grown to still act that way but hey, sheās your friend. It didnāt bother you that much, you just learned to keep things to yourself. So the fact that you could agree and say Taehyung is as attractive as everyone says, youāre gonna keep it to yourself.
āTae Tae, donāt be so mean all the time, it really hurts my feelings,ā one of your coworkers said suddenly. You were snapped out of your subconscious focusing again on what youād been doing. You just started a part time job at a cafe bookshop near the University you attended. Most of the employees were college students but that didnāt mean you all attended the same place. You knew Taehyung was a year or two ahead of you and that the girl talking to him went to an entirely different college. It was a fairly decent sized shop that pulled a good flow of people in so it was a fun job. Three of you worked the late shifts but only two would stay to actually close the shop. Today, unfortunately lucky you got to close with Taehyung who seemed to ignore the other girl.
āDonāt you agree Y/n? Isnāt he kinda mean?ā The girl, Sia, asked you making you freeze up.
You couldnāt help the clueless expression on your face as you said, āWhat?ā Oh God why was she trying to drag you into this. Youāve barely been working here two weeks and itās part time so itās not every evening. This is barely your third shift with Taehyung and youāve had extremely short conversations.
āWerenāt you supposed to be off five minutes ago?ā He asked her suddenly as he read the time on the computer screen. She looked down at it cursing as she hurried to clock out completely forgetting her flirting with Taehyung. Neither one of you said anything as she blabbered on quick goodbyes running out the door leaving you two alone in the empty shop. It was a Thursday so it was pretty slow.
When it was finally you two alone not a word was said on your end. It took him about five minutes of only hearing the music for him to speak up, āYou always get quiet when Siaās here.ā
You didnāt respond right away only looking up at him cluelessly again, āWhat do you mean?ā
āWell the last couple of times weāve worked together we talked but tonight with Sia you werenāt really talking,ā he shrugged in response thinking back to the last two times youāve worked together. Despite still being fairly new you picked up on the store rules quickly and you didnāt pester him nonstop like some of the other female baristas. Not that he needs you to pester him but he just noticed it.
āI canāt keep up with everything she says,ā you admitted going back to your filling the machine with fresh espresso beans, āAnd to be honest I just sort of mind my business and try and get through work so I could go home.ā
That last statement made him chuckle in surprise nodding his head in agreement, āOh. You know that tall girl youāre friends with? The one who came in on your first day?ā
āSo Hyun?ā You asked with peaked curiosity. He nodded crossing his arms in front of his chest as he leaned against the back counter, āShe came in the other day looking for you but you werenāt working.ā
Yeah you know. She called you after telling you how gorgeous Taehyung looked making a French press with the sleeves of his button up rolled to his elbows. Still, you acted like you didnāt know, āReally? I didnāt know that.ā
āYeah she was in here for a while but she didnāt buy anything,ā Taehyung went on taking the large bag of beans from you so he could put it away, āI didnāt know you were in Journalism but she said you were.ā
You nodded in response climbing down the step ladder and putting it away. Despite this being the third time working with him you still didnāt really know him. All you knew about this guy is what So Hyun has told you. Her crush on him started last year when he was one of the spokespersons for the art club. Heās also pretty well known for his oil paintings that were shown in last yearās Fine Artās seminar where he won first place for the second time in a row. Youāve definitely heard whispers about him in passing with a group of strangers but you never thought much of them. He seemed to keep to himself and his close circle of friends despite his reputation.
āIām gonna make myself a macchiato, do you want any?ā You asked as you started to take out what you would need. His face scrunched in disgust as he shook his head, āNo thanks, isnāt it a little too late for coffee?ā
āItās never too late,ā you told him even if the shop was only open until 8:00pm and it was already 7:30. He snickered, āI feel like thatās not true.ā
āItās never too late for me, I need caffeine to survive,ā you explained, āTrust me Iām not nice if I donāt have coffee in my system.ā
āThat doesnāt sound healthy,ā he said teasingly as he turned to the drawer filled with tea containers, āI rather drink tea or hot cocoa.ā
āWhy? Not a fan of coffee?ā you asked taking a cup to pour your drink into. The bell above the door rang as a couple girls came in going straight to the music section. The two of you stopped to greet them before continuing your talk. He shook his head, āNo itās too bitter.ā
āBut youāre around coffee all the timeā you stopped, what were you saying? āDoesnāt the smell bother you?ā
He smiled as he finished making his drink letting it sit on the counter, āNot really the smell, I just canāt do strong tasting drinks.ā
āLet me guess, you get drunk easily too,ā you meant it jokingly but the awkward side eye let you know you were right. You laughed lightly as he nodded, āOne beer and Iām drunk.ā
Before you could respond the door dinged again and the two of you looked toward it. Your face contorted in a mixture of confusion yet joy as two people walked straight to the counter, āWhat are you doing here?ā
āSo Hyun wanted to come,ā Hobi said with a shrug of his shoulders as you left the kiosk letting him wrap an arm around you in greeting, āAnd youāre off soon right? Letās get drunk.ā
āIām not off till like 8:20,ā you told him thinking about all the closing you still had to do after the shop is closed. He made a face, āGive me your key then, weāll wait at your place.ā
With that you went back to the kiosk going straight for your small locker tucked into the side where you grabbed your keys. Taehyung just stood behind quietly staring ahead in no particular direction. His face has turned to stone again, borderline uninterested but you barely paid it any mind. So Hyun glanced to him a couple times before finally speaking up, āWhat about you? Any plans for the weekend?ā
He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, āJust gonna stay home.ā
āWell thatās no fun, you should go out,ā she said batting her eyelashes. You were too busy talking to Hoseok to notice the way his eyes glanced your way for a brief moment. He didnāt give her a verbal response, simply nodded in agreement and turned away to get busy with something else. Once they had the keys to your apartment they left together leaving you alone with Taehyung again and the two girls still looking at albums.
āIs that your boyfriend?ā He asked now that it was just you two. You turned to him, āHeās just a friend. Iāve known both of them for a couple years now.ā
There wasnāt much talking anymore as you helped the girls with their things at register and Taehyung left to recover the floor and flip the sign to āclosedā after they left. You worked quickly to finish your closing duties and by the end of the night you were standing outside the shop while he locked it up.
āWhich way are you headed?ā He asked you staring around the empty street. It was dark and there werenāt many people out. The only light came from lit up store fronts. You pointed in the direction youād be leaving to making him nod, āIāll walk with you.ā
āOh you donāt have to, is it out of your way?ā You asked as you two began walking in that direction anyway. You definitely didnāt expect him to offer something like that.
āThe bus stop is on the way but itāll still be a while so I donāt have a problem,ā he told you shoving his hands in his coat pockets, āPlus itās late and dark out so I wouldnāt want you walking home alone anyway.ā
He walked you all the way to your apartment stopping across the street. He waited for you to pass the safe zone before turning around and heading back to the bus stop. He didnāt know that your friend was waiting on the other side ready to bombard you with questions about what the two of you talked about.
So Hyun let out an overly dramatic sigh, āIf he just gave me one chance, I swearā¦ā
Hoseok sat up from his spot on the grass, āIf he gave you a chance heād go running the second he finds out you stalk him.ā
āI donāt stalk himāā
āYou do,ā you and Hoseok said at the same time laughing. He pushed the textbook off his lap, āBesides if anyoneās got a chance with Prince Charming itās Y/n.ā
You rolled your eyes, āHeās so far out of my league I canāt even think of him as anything other than a coworker.ā You typed away on your laptop, you were currently doing an Op-Ed on recent movies just out in theaters for the student board page.
āEh, youāre always talking when we come in and you work together, donāt think I havenāt noticed the heart eyes,ā Hoseok smirked kicking at your leg as if thatād make you admit it. So Hyun looked to the both of you before a smile stretched across her face, āIs he working tonight?ā
āI donāt know, I just agreed to cover the shift for Jimin but I donāt know everyone working,ā you told her truthfully. You picked up the shirt after one of your coworkers asked if you could cover his shift. You still had some time for a few assignments so you werenāt in any rush to do the work. Since you wanted extra cash you agreed to cover the shift. Thankfully you werenāt stuck closing tonight so youād get off earlier than usual.
āWell if heās working you should see if heās got any plans this weekend, Hobiās having a bunch of people over so itād be a perfect excuse to see him,ā So Hyun said wishfully, āAnd then you can talk about me and make him see that Iām the one for him.ā
āI thought he didnāt party,ā Hoseok asked staring off in the distance across the courtyard on the East side of campus.
āHe does if his friends are there, so make sure you invite them too.ā
āAnd how am I supposed to do that?ā You asked with a sigh. She glared down at you for a second, āI donāt know but you have to. Please? For me? You know I like him a lot and youāre my best friend whoās so lucky to be working with him.ā
āSo why donāt you just apply to work there instead of trying to get Y/n to set you two up,ā Hoseok cut in, āStop trying to make Y/n do the impossible.ā
āUgh youāre so mean to me Hobi, just say Y/n is your favorite.ā
āAlright, Y/nās my favorite,ā you smacked him lightly to get him to stop but he just laughed in response. All three of you were pretty close but itās true that sometimes you and Hoseok are closer. Nothing against So Hyun or anything but sometimes your personalities collide a little too much and you can only hang with her for so long before your social battery runs out.
āIāve gotta get to my last class,ā you said packing your things up, āIf he works tonight Iāll try and tell him about it but Iām not making any promises.ā
āI love you, youāre the best!ā So Hyun said as you walked away from them. Before heading to your next lecture on photography you went looking for a vending machine.
You know how sometimes, when you hear of something for the first time [or see something up close that youāve never seen before] and suddenly itās popping up everywhere? Like when you hear of a random thing and now itās all you can see or think about. Thatās whatās happening right now.
Before you started working at the bookshop cafe you rarely saw Taehyung. Sure, a couple times you saw him around on campus but he was never close. Now that you started working with him and actually talk to him itās like heās everywhere. Like at the vending machines for example. You didnāt try and talk to him or anything but that didnāt stop him from turning at the feeling of someone behind him in line. He had to do a double take to make sure it was you, āOh hey.ā
āHey,ā you mumbled looking around as if talking to him alone was already pushing your luck. One of his fangirls might jump out at you and you wouldnāt be surprised if it was So Hyun. He got his drink and stood to the side stalling his departure as you went to get your own drink. Sensing his hovering you turned to him punching in the number for your drink, āDo you work tonight?ā
āEr no, I think itās Jimin, Jin, and Sia,ā he told you as your drink was dispensed. You reached down for it pulling back with it in hand as you said, āOh, Iām actually covering for Jimin today, we switched shifts.ā
āAh so he got you to do it? Thatās nice of you,ā he said. You acted like you didnāt notice the way he joined you now on a walk toward a direction neither one of you were sure of, āSo does that mean we arenāt working together tomorrow?ā
āNo, I know itāll be hard without me but Iām sure youāll manage,ā you teased. Your boss Jin, typically made the schedules and he liked consistency so usually, you were scheduled in shifts with either Taehyung or Sia. Very rarely did you work with some of the other baristas despite being there for a month already. It made it easier to create routine though since you mostly closed with Taehyung and you two split the work load in a way that made it easier for you both.
āI guess Iāll have to,ā he let out a dramatic sigh stopping at a corner to look at you, āGot any plans this weekend?ā
Oh right, quit your attempts at flirting you had an objective. You nodded your head, āYeah actually, well kinda. You know my friend Hoseok? Heās gone to the shop a few times?ā Taehyung nodded waiting for you to keep going.
āWell heās throwing a party on Saturday and I was gonna ask a few people from work if they wanted to come.ā
āAh, so Iām one of the chosen few invited?ā He asked with a playful smirk that youāre still trying to get used to. At a glance Taehyung always looks cold and expressionless. He dresses pretty mature in academic styled clothing and heās just known for being serious all the time. Lately heās been giving you glimpses at his 4D personality that sends you on a whirlpool of mixed emotions. You can definitely see why girls fall for his charms. On top of being physically attractive heās also charming even if it is only toward a selective few. You definitely donāt see him smile that way to Sia or any of the other girls he talks to but you try not to let that thought get to your head.
āYou can say that,ā you said turning around to face him now that you really had to cut the conversation short to get to class, āI can text you the details if youāre interested.ā
āYeah alright, Iāll let you know.ā
He let you go off as he stood there for a moment. Not even an entire minute later was a hand smacking down on his shoulder pulling him to one side as his friend, Jimin, stood there next to him. He had a cheesy grin, āDamn, I just missed Y/n. I was gonna thank her for switching shifts with me today.ā
Should Taehyung mention what youād told him? Or should he keep the party invite to himself so he has an excuse to see you outside of work? Heās seen you around campus a few times but heās never sure if he should go out of his way to talk to you. Heās a pretty private person and you seem to be like that too so maybe you donāt like mixing your work life with everything else. Right now that you ran into each other had purely coincidental yet he was pretty pleased about it.
Heās not sure what it is about you but he enjoys seeing you. Youāre really pretty but that wasnāt why he liked talking to you. A lot of girls around him were pretty but that never interested him in getting to know any of them better. Heās not really interested in relationships right now but that doesnāt stop people from trying to get closer to him. Itās tiring, honestly, or at least he thinks it is. He rather spend his time on his paintings and school that way he can graduate and start looking for a stable job as an art curator.
None of the girls whoāve tried to get closer to him have been his type either. Maybe heās picky or unrealistic but when heās thinking about someone he thinks about their future together. He doesnāt want to waste his time with meaningless hook ups or relationships if he doesnāt think itāll ever work out. Take his coworker Sia for example, sheās extremely pretty but she drives him insane. Sheās so forward and honest about her interest in him that it sort of pushes him away. If he falls for someone he doesnāt want it to be forced. He wants it to happen naturally because thereās genuine chemistry.
Thatās why he likes talking to you at work. He likes to think thereās some chemistry there even if itās just platonically. Conversation flows between you two so easily that working with you just makes his shift go faster. It doesnāt seem like you have ulterior motives when you talk and it feels like youāre actually interested in what he has to stay instead of just pretending like you are because you find him attractive. Do you find him attractive?
āEarth to Taehyung! I asked if youāre doing anything this weekend?ā Jimin asked snapping him out of him out of his thoughts. He looked down at his friend, āUh no? Just planning on staying home all weekend.ā Lie.
āAlright so Saturday Iām meeting up with this chick and apparently her friend is crazy into you so what do you say? A group date or something?ā Jimin asked hopefully as he followed Taehyung to his next class, āTheyāre pretty hot, dance majors, flexibleā¦ā
āIām busy Saturday.ā
āOkay well thatās a lie since you just told me youāre not doing anything,ā Jimin rolled his eyes, āCome on do me one solid. You never wanna come out.ā
āSorry, Iām not interested,ā Taehyung sighed turning to Jimin ready to leave, āGo ask Yoongi, Iāve gotta get to class.ā
By the time the weekend rolled around you shared a couple quick texts with Taehyung. Nothing major or anything but he did ask for the address to the party and little things like telling you a certain regular came into the shop asking for you. Itās kinda bad how a text from him made you smile a little. Once again, you werenāt doing anything wrong but knowing your best friend had a huge crush on him while he texted you didnāt feel right.
He caught you completely by surprise Saturday night when he called you in the middle of you taking a shot at Hoseokās party. You had to step away from the group as they loudly talked over the music finding a corner to answer the phone, āHello?ā
āHey, so I think I found the place but how do I get up there?ā He asked staring up at the apartment building in front of him. It took you a second to process what he was saying before you were rushing toward the door, āIāll come down, see you in a minute.ā
Taehyung couldnāt help the tiny smile from spreading across his face as you came down carrying a drink in hand. You waved him over to the door and he let a hand touch your side in a quick hug, āAre we getting you drunk tonight?ā
āLetās see how the night goes first,ā he told you smiling following you to the elevator. He came alone even if you told him youād be inviting people from work. He couldāve asked Jimin to come but he wanted to go on that group date and Taehyung was worried heād ask those girls to come. When he first got the party there were a lot more people than he expected. Some were familiar faces from school and some werenāt. The ones who did recognize him approached him surprised to see he was at a party knowing damn well he was a homebody.
āWhat do you want to drink then?ā You asked him leading him to the kitchen where the counter was filled with liquor bottles people brought and a few chasers. You tried not to think about his proximity when he came up next to you, a hand flat on the counter next to yours as you could feel the aura of his presence directly behind you peaking over your shoulder to inspect the inventory. He looked down at your cup, āWhat are you drinking?ā
āItās for alcohol but you can barely taste it,ā you told him, āBut if youāre a lightweight I donāt know if thatās a good or bad thing.ā
āBad thing for sure, let me taste,ā he said taking the cup from you. You studied his face to see if heād like it, his eyes locked on yours as he tipped the cup back letting the drink pour down his throat.
āWell?ā You asked as he passed the drink back to you licking his lips. You couldnāt hear his response over the music so he leaned down close to your ear, his breath tickling your lobe as he spoke, āI like it.ā
You ignored the shiver that went down your spine, āIāll make you one then.ā He nodded his head, lip being tugged between his teeth as he stared down at you. You looked prettier than usual but he thought you normally looked pretty anyway. Maybe it was the atmosphere that made him feel relaxed around you and since you werenāt running around making coffee drinks you looked more at ease too. Heās not sure if parties were your element but if he were to be asked to go on a night out heās sure to say yes if you were the one asking. Now that heās getting a chance to look around he noticed heās the only one from work. That could mean the others you invited didnāt come, or he was the only one invited. He was going to go with that latter since Jimin didnāt mention an invite and that meant you specifically wanted him here.
Your brows furrowed in concentration looking at him leaning a little closer. It caught him of guard, his eyes shifting down to your lips for a moment before you pulled back. He blinked nervously as you smiled, āI just noticedā¦ your eye lids are different. Oneās a monolid and the other isnāt.ā
Immediately his hand flew to block one of his eyes in embarrassment, āYeah, itās kinda weird.ā
āI like it,ā you whispered back to him still looking at his eyes as his hand slowly dropped to his side again. You both looked away from each other awkwardly as he raised his cup to his lips in order to hide the upward curl of his smile line.
āY/n!ā The call of your name pulled you both away from the stump and your hand was leaving the counter, barely noticing how the tips of your fingers had been touching his this entire time. You turned around looking for the one who called for you, So Hyun came up with a smile, āJungkook just got here and heās looking for you.ā
Taehyung looked down to you as So Hyun motioned for you to take the excuse and leave. If you just let her work her charm on Taehyung sheās have him falling for her in no timeāor so she says. You blushed looking back to Taehyung, āOh, um, do you mind giving me a moment? Iām just gonna see what he wants.ā
āUmā¦āā āDonāt worry Iāll keep Taehyung busy,ā she told you nudging you forward, āWhy donāt you go find Jungkook?ā
Taehyung watched you leave, the effects of being at a social gathering finally weighing on him and suddenly he wasnāt so at ease anymore. So Hyun flashed him a flirtatious smile, āWow, I never see you at these sort of things. Itās good to see you let loose.ā
āYeahā¦ā Taehyung nodded awkwardly. He didnāt really know So Hyun. The only times heās talked to her is when sheās visited you at work and to be honest, he finds her kind of annoying. Honestly he couldnāt even understand how you two were friends but hey, they wasnāt for him to question. Donāt get him wrong, So Hyun seems nice but itās almost forced. Like sheās not being genuine and he hates people like that. He was way more interested in knowing who Jungkook was rather than what she had to say.
āWhat are you drinking? Can I try it?ā She asked him to which he shook his head no. āI donāt like sharing drinks,ā he muttered scanning the groups of people to find you. Maybe this Jungkook guy wouldnāt mind if Taehyung included himself in the conversation. He found you across the living room chatting it up with a guy who had a full tattoo sleeve. It made his lucky number seven tattoo seem like a joke. Did you like guys with tattoos and piercings?
You put your arm on the guyās shoulder laughing at something he said and Taehyung swears his eye twitched. The eyes you just recently complimented that left him feeling a little too happy over it. Has he made you laugh like that? You havenāt known each other for long but he likes to think he makes you smile at work. Maybe youāre the type who needs to be comfortable around someone before initiating skinship and it just means you two can still get closer. He wouldnāt mind that, possible texting you more or hanging out outside of work and school. Actually, heās currently work on a new art piece and he needs a model for body proportion reference, maybe he could ask you?
The more he looked the more irritated he felt. This is why he canāt do crushes at his grown age, heās way too possessive and intense. He doesnāt want anyone else making you laugh. Uh oh. Wait, does he like you?
Ah shit, he does.
āSo let me get this straight,ā Jungkook cleared his throat, āSo Hyun has a thing for the campus crush, Kim Taehyung, and heās your coworker. She asked you to get her with him and youāre helping her like a dumbass even though he clearly has a thing for you?ā
You nearly choked on your drink, āOh my god Kook, he definitely does not have a thing for me. Weāre just friends.ā
āYeah okay, so why is he looking at me like heāll hurt me if I get too close to you?ā Jungkook asked raising a brow as if the answer were so obvious. You brushed him and his ideas off, āYou know heās a private person. He probably just feels weird that I left him with So Hyun when he doesnāt really know her.ā
āI mean sure but he could also be thinking about murdering me because you left him with So Hyun to come talk to me. Are you even thinking about the danger youāre putting me in?ā Jungkook asked holding a hand to his chest, āI know people say Iām intimidating but just look at his T-bone. One glare from him is good enough to K.O someone.ā
āYouāre so stupidāā āNo youāre stupid because now heās leaving,ā Jungkook shrugged making you whip around to find Taehyung. Sure enough he wasnāt next to So Hyun anymore and instead making his way to the door. You pushed your drink into Jungkookās hand as he smirked yelling after you as you took off wishing you luck.
āHey! Where you going?ā You barely made it out the door catching him waiting for the elevator turning to look at you.
āWell, yāknow I donāt really know that many people and you looked busy soā¦ā he bit his lip in thought hearing the elevator doors open but making no move to get in as you walked over to him. Your brows furrowed, āDid So Hyun ditch you?ā
āUh no, you did,ā he answered truthfully catching you by surprise. You brushed your hair out of your face nervously. Kim Taehyung does not have a thing for you. Itās literally not possible. Look at him then look at you.
āRight sorry, one of my friends wanted to talk and I sort of got dragged into conversaāā āYeah you looked pretty busy,ā Taehyung shrugged as if it was no big deal even if it felt like it was to him, āNo worries, it was fun though I think Iām just ready to call it a night.ā
āTaehyung,ā you whined thinking back to So Hyun and how sheāll blame you later for him leaving because he didnāt want to talk to her, āCanāt you stay a little longer? I wonāt leave you alone anymore, I feel bad now.ā
āDonāt,ā he sighed hearing the doors close again. You were standing so close that he could practically smell the shampoo in your hair. He didnāt think it through when he moved a piece of stray hair behind your ear, āDonāt feel bad, I mean. I had fun, seriously but I donāt want you to feel like youāve gotta stay with me all night.ā
Even though heād like it if you did but maybe thatās just the jealousy speaking. His touch sent goosebumps along your skin as you took an unconscious step toward him, āBut I do feel bad since I invited you.ā
Okay sure, you invited him because So Hyun asked you to but you found yourself just as excited as her to see him tonight. Obviously you tried not to think about it too much but it was hard not to when he was looking at you so sweetly. You never knew you liked guys with a twist. Someone who looks cold and mysterious but is an actual sweetheart to those heās friends with. If you heard the little interest he had in what So Hyun or any other girl had to say compared to how attentive he was to you, youād know heās into you. But you donāt know that or you refused to even think about that possibility.
He smirked, āWell then you can make it up to me over lunch next week. Whenever youāre free between classes letās eat in the cafeteria.ā
āOkay!ā You said excitedly, face lighting up. He nodded stepping closer pulling you into a goodbye and a promise to text before finally getting into the elevators. You got back to the party blushing and slightly confused on if you should tell So Hyun about lunch.
Part of you would like to have lunch just between you two but heās already been way too nice to you. Jungkook already thinks heās into you and soon youāre gonna start believing it too if you keep going at this rate. Youāve definitely confused a guyās niceness for interest in you and youāre way too embarrassed when they choose So Hyun over you.
Thatās why you agreed to help her. Sheās drop dead gorgeous and had the height and body of a model. You definitely did not compare and knowing she was so stuck on Taehyung you didnāt even have a chance. Youāll just live vicariously through her if they ever do get together. Heās the total package and you can agree to that even if he wasnāt your type originally. Too bad youāre not as attractive or interesting as your best friend and all the other girls into him. Even Sia is so pretty it makes you want to cry. And she has such a soft and feminine voice unlike yours.
Ugh, maybe youāve been single for too long and need to do something about it so you stop thinking about your best friendās crush.
It was mid next week when your schedule aligned with Taehyung's and unfortunately for him so did your friends. He waited in line behind you and So Hyun as you got your trays of food pretending like everything was cool even if it was supposed to be just you and him.
"You're paying right? I forgot my wallet," So Hyun asked looping her arms with yours giving you a smile. Your brows furrowed, "Don't you have Apple Pay?"
"But you're paying for Taehyung's it's not fair." You rolled your eyes. You really hadn't planned on letting So Hyun tag along but after overhearing you tell Hobi you weren't going to have lunch with him today she asked why. You had to come clean and then she threw a fit for not inviting her. You tried telling her that you weren't sure if Taehyung would be okay with it but she assured you that on the night of the party they got along really well. She also thinks he might be a little into her and well, who were you to ruin her chances when she actually might have a shot with him?
Okay, to be fair you don't think he's that into her but hey, you're just going along with the flow and doing as told. Once you all got your food you turned quickly to reach for your wallet not noticing Taehyung sneak past you and paying with his phone for all three meals. You turned with your wallet in hand looking at him in disbelief, "I was going to pay for it all."
He lifted a brow biting his lip looking down at you for a moment, "You can treat me next time."
Next time? What does he mean next time. Like did he mean he wanted you two to go out for a meal again? Or was he just saying that to say it but with no intention of it? So Hyun tried not to overthink what he said either instead moving too match his pace to an empty table, "Thank you Taehyung, that was so sweet of you. Maybe I should treat you to a meal too."
He simply nodded in acknowledgment as the three of you took your seats at an empty table. You sat next to So Hyun as she moved to the spot in front of Taehyung and it made you feel slightly awkward. You're not sure if you're reading it right but Taehyung seems disappointed. The three of you are in an uncomfortable silence that made your leg bounce anxiously. You stood up awkwardly, "I'm gonna go dump this, I'll be back."
So Hyun looked after you with an unreadable expression as she tried to think of something to say to him. "I'm still surprised to see you at that party since I know you don't really go to many. You're not really into going out, are you?"
"You could say that," Taehyung huffed leaning into the table, his tone a little bitter as he looked after waiting for you to walk back already. He was being rude, he knows it but he just doesn't get it. He was hoping it was just you two so he could try and understand what he feels for you and if there was any possibility there but now he couldn't.
His gaze shifted to So Hyun speaking clearly now, "But I went so I could see Y/n."
He had a feeling he knew what So Hyun was trying to do. She might not have had the worst intentions but Taehyung didn't like it. If she were to approach him naturally instead of trying to force her way close to him through you, he might've looked at her different. But he just didn't like her way of doing things. It didn't feel genuine and sure she was pretty but he didn't feel any sort of connection between them. So it sort of upset him that you seemed to be playing along in her charades. It had him raising from his seat holding his tray and backpack.
Your slow walk back to the table was rushed at the sight of him leaving making sure to glare at you in the process. Your brows furrowed in worry as you quickly went to So Hyun who was gathering her things too, "What happened?"
She rolled her eyes holding her things, "Well he's definitely not into me at all. Good fucking job."
"Alright we'll now I'm extra confused, are you trying to say this is my fault?" You asked, some pent up frustration leaking out. This is why you should always mind your business and ignore people's wishes. You try and help them then get blamed when shit goes wrong. So Hyun sighed, "Of course it's your fault I told you I liked him and you flirt with him anyway! He literally hates me, what did you say to him?"
"Look, I have no idea what you're talking about," you raised a hand in surrender getting your backpack, "And I don't understand why you're suddenly mad at me when I've literally done everything you've asked me to."
"Ugh, don't you get it? It didn't work Y/n, he hates me and I think you told him something," So Hyun accused you pretty dramatically in your opinion, "You know I'm into him so why would you do that?"
"I'm sorry but you sound so dumb, why would I say something to make him hate you?"
"Because you like him! You knew I liked him first and you didn't like that so you were talking shit about me," she added making you scoff. Alright that's enough, you held your book bag on your shoulder.
"Okay well clearly you're delusional and need to grow up," you said with a small sigh as you looked up at her, "It's not my fault you're unlikeable."
The argument didn't even seem like a big deal unfortunately. You've had a fair share amount of petty arguments with So Hyun through the course of your friendship and yet you never stopped hanging out. Give it a couple days for Hoseok to force you two to make up and everything would be fine. Now would everything be fine with Taehyung? You're not sure honestly.
Luckily for you, you caught him outside a couple minutes later. He didn't even try and avoid you when you came up to him you cleared your throat awkwardly having no clue what to say now that you were in front of him, "You left earlier without saying bye. I'm starting to think you're not good at goodbyes."
You tried joking in hips of easing the tension by bringing up when he tried leaving the party the other night. He licked his lips with a sigh looking away from you, "Right... bye."
"Tae, I'm sorry if you're mad at me or anā"
"Why would I be mad?" Taehyung asked leaning against the wall of some class building. You struggled to find a response though you're not sure if he was actually looking for one from you. "Because you keep letting your friend try and include herself in time that I'm trying to spend with you?"
Your silence was irritating him so at this point he was rambling, "Look if you're not into me, I get it but I definitely don't need you trying to get me with one of your friends."
"No... that's notāTaeā" you couldn't form the right words. Great. This is why you should really mind your business. In trying to help So Hyun you only managed to get both of them mad at you in the end. Your mind was so jumbled you almost missed the single 'if you're not into me, I get it' which was broad but at the same time a hidden meaning was behind it. Or at least you thought there was, like maybe an implication of what he was currently thinking? Maybe even implying he was into you and it's not reciprocated? Why was it an if? What was going to happen if you admitted to being attracted to him? You just had to know.
"What do you mean?" Was all that you could ask and it made him roll his eyes. He thought he was being obvious with how he felt about you since the beginning. Even before he realized he was into you he always paid more attention to you than anyone else. He always talked to you and went out of his way to find you at work. He went to that stupid party because you invited him. He paid for lunch today because he wanted an excuse to meet with you again and yet you still don't get it. He took a step closer to you, looking down at you making you have to crane your neck to look up.
"I mean that I'm not attracted to your friend, I'm attracted to you and only you," Taehyung said lowly, "Do you know what I mean now?"
You couldn't stop the flutter of your lashes being completely surprise. He's into you? Like, is that what he's saying right now? You said something you probably shouldn't have, "We're friends though."
It made him scoff. You really could not get it even if you were being hit in the face with it. He took a step back with a small huff, "Yeah well I don't really want to be just friends Y/n. But if that's all we'll be then whatever I guess, just friends."
"That's notāoh god I don't know what to say." You really didn't. Obviously you had growing feelings for him but the timing seemed off. Not to mention he was so out of your leave him having a liking toward you just made no sense. Was he playing you? Taehyung didn't seem the type but after everyone has told you that he doesn't really date or give people the chance you just can't understand why he's willing to with you.
He adjusted the strap on his backpack, "It's fine Y/n, you don't see me that way so I guess I got to get over it. It was my bad for thinking there was something between us. I've gotta get to my next class, I'll see you at work."
"Alright but that's not your fault that he's not into So Hyun, right?" Jungkook asked a week later at a party. So Hyun has yet to speak with you and you've been switching shifts with Jimin again until he gets his new schedule figure out. You haven't really had the chance to with Taehyung either but one problem at a time.
"I don't know," you sighed drinking from your red cup as the two of you talked in the corner trying to block out the rest of the party. You only came out with Jungkook tonight since So Hyun wasn't talking to you and Hobi didn't want to pick sides. "He kinda told me... he's into me or something."
"I mean yeah you're hot and easy to be around," Jungkook chuckled as if it were obvious making your eyes roll, "But I mean, I get she liked him but you did what you could. How is it your fault that you two fell for each other instead? It's not like they were dating or anything."
"We didn't fall for eaā" "Shut up because yes you did," he cut you off before a smirk appeared on his face as he teased, "You like him."
"Don't start with that please," you sighed. Frankly you didn't understand why she was so pissed off at you and you doubt telling her your problems with Taehyung would make it better. If anything she'll just be more mad at you for managing to peak Taehyung's interest when she couldn't.
"Y/n, I know what you're thinking, y'know?" Jungkook said, "You like him but you think you shouldn't because of So Hyun but news flash, she doesn't always have to get what she wants. He likes you, try it out. He's here, did you know that?"
"No he's not," you tried to say but he pointed across the room and sure enough Taehyung was here.
He'd been here for a while and it surprised everyone. He really wasn't the party type but a friend of his was here with Jimin. Jimin texted him that you were here with some guy, and like the hopeless jealous fool he is, he had to see who. It was your tatted friend again. He couldn't even approach you because he thinks you've been avoiding him even though Jimin has told him that you're just helping him out because of his schedule.
Before you could say anything Jungkook was already attempting to fix your hair and pull your shirt down to show more cleavage. You swatted at his hand as he said, "Look, he came for a reason and that reason could be you. So stop acting like this is a hard decision and just go talk to him. You haven't been laid in a while and even I'll admit he's hot."
"He's also been staring over here all night and it's kind of creeping me out so get away from me," he said the last part with a good shove leaving you to stumble forward. You turned to glare at him but Jungkook ducked out of view and left you there in a crowd of people confused. Maybe he's right. You know Taehyung is interested in you because he said so. You also know that So Hyun will be mad at you even if you didn't pursue him so why try and act like you didn't like him too? You're just gonna say fuck it and go for it with Taehyung because you're unbelievably attracted to him and not just for his looks.
"Oh she's coming over here, she finally saw you," Jimin says playfully as Taehyung stares at him worried now, "Who?"
"Y/n," Jimin smirked, "I know that's why you came tonight. You had no plans on coming until I told you Y/n was here with a guy. I'm not stupid."
Taehyung opened his mouth to protest when Jimin was patting his shoulder for good luck and leaving him alone in the kitchen where he'd been hiding this entire time. You blocked his path from leaving now, "Hey... I didn't know you were here."
"Yeah you were busy," he said in a harsher tone than he meant. He knows he didn't have a right to be upset over you talking to some other guy who you were friends with but he couldn't help it. Each time he thought about you he liked you a little more. Considering you haven't been talking as much it gives him anxiety almost when he sees you looking perfectly fine not talking to him. This is why he can't do short relationships, he gets way too attached and he overthinks everything possible outcome of the relationship. He doesnāt like games. Heās forward with how he feels and heāll let it be known once he realizes it.
"What are you drinking? Can I have some?" You asked hoping to lighten the mood sensing he might be upset with you. He didn't say anything offering you the drink and in an attempt to be forward instead of taking it you pressed your lips to the rim. He tilted the cup up for you watching the slight drop of alcohol on your lip once he took it back. He visibly gulped looking down at you waiting to see what you'd do next.
"Um I wanted to apologize and let you know that it was wrong of me to try and force So Hyun on you," you told him honestly, "I thought that you were just being nice to me to be nice and I never considered you being into me at all. I know that's not an excuse so I just wanted to say sorry.ā
Taehyung didn't say anything for a minute, he simply nodded in understanding even if he felt confused still. A small amount of irritation too, was he not being as forward about his interest in you as he thought? Why would you not consider his feelings for you? Did you think you were unlikeable? Did you not realize he thought you looked pretty doing absolutely anything?
"And," you bit your lip nervously. Listen to Jungkook's advise and try it out. See what happens if you're honest because yeah, you definitely wanted Taehyung all along even if you never admitted it. Would that make you a bad friend to So Hyun? Shaking the thought away you leaned on your tip toes finally ripping the bandaid off as you whispered in his ear, "I'm actually crazy about you."
He nearly choked on his drink looking down at you. He's always had slightly sensitive ears so feeling you whisper against his ear sent a shiver down his spineāespecially because of what you said. You blushed lightly at your admission, "And if you don't completely hate me I'd like to talk things out privately. Like maybe at my place?"
"Right now?" He asked looking at all the party goers and the dark sky through the window. You nodded making him clear his throat nervously clenching his jaw at the thought, "Okay, what about that guy with tattoos?"
"Jungkook?" You asked him looking around the people for Jungkook. He was off already flirting with someone not paying any money to you. You'll just send him a text telling him you're leaving and it'll be fine, "He won't care."
He looked down at you absentmindedly letting the side of his leg brush against yours due to your proximity. With a final nod he spoke, "Alright let's go."
You ended up riding the bus as close to your apartment as possible and walked the short distance to the building. Your conversations were light barely brushing over the main topic and finding any little thing to talk about instead. You directed him to the living room while you went to your room for a moment to freshen up.
"Want anything to drink?" You asked Taehyung as he sat on your couch, unintentionally man spreading as he followed your figure to the kitchen. Now that he's got the confirmation that you were interested in him he wanted to move things along. He wanted to drag you to him and talk things out, maybe even kiss your way into a relationship.
"Water's fine," he muttered in response not bothering to hide the way he checked you out through the opening of the kitchen. It was pretty dark in your apartment, the only light coming from the kitchen and he sat in shadows. When you set his glass down you bent forward a little reaching for the control and he'd be lying if he said he didn't look at the skirt you wore in the process.
He sniffled a little fidgeting in his seat when you sat back next to him. You turned the tv on pulling up YouTube and playing some background music lowly before turning to him catching him already staring. You bit your lip nervously tucking some hair behind your ear as you just looked at each other for a moment.
"So, uh, do you wanna talk about... y'know," you used your hand to motion at the space between you hoping he got the hint of what you were trying to say. He nodded, "I mean, like I said, I don't really have an interest in being just friends but I also can't make you feel something for me if you don't."
"But I do," you told him honestly and it made him smile, eyes slightly glazed over. It went quiet between you two again and your confidence was starting to fade. Now that you've admitted to not only him but yourself too that you like him, there's definitely other things on your mind than just talking. You're just not sure what he wants to do.
You tried not to think about how his thigh was against yours and his arm was thrown behind you on the couch. The music was chilled out but definitely a little sensual and you're not sure if it was a little too forward already. He isn't making a move or anything so you couldn't read him at all. But at the same time, you can't keep being the one to not make any effort. You liked him since the beginning but you pushed the thought away because you didn't think he'd ever think of you that way. You let So Hyun include herself in time that was just supposed be you two and he was clearly upset every time. He has been more forward than you in expressing himself so maybe it's your turn.
You turned to face him now, knee digging into his thigh making his eyes widen in curiosity. With a deep breath you looked down at his lips tempted to just go for it but still slightly hesitant. It wasn't until the hand behind you began playing with the strap of your tank did you say fuck it. You barely moved an inch forward before his hand was flying to your jaw pulling you into him.
Your lips had barely touched before you were caving into each other's, mouths sloppily working in a frenzied kiss. It was super short too, both of you pulling away almost worried at the intensity of that little touch. Your eyes locked on each other once more before he was dragging you back to him. His head tilted to the right while yours went left, his hand still under your jaw keeping you in a position that worked for both of you.
There was nothing slow about the kiss, tongues meeting in the middle before exploring each other's mouth eliciting w deep groan from his chest as his fingers touched your hair letting his hand slide from your side to near your ear. With the sudden force of making out you found yourself moving before you could process what you were doing. You swung a leg over his lap until you were straddling him and his free hand went straight to your skirt.
Your heads bobbed in a messy make out session as his hand gripped the fabric of your skirt making you press closer to him until your chest was on his. Your arms wrapped around his neck and fingers in his hair when you found the palm of his hand flat on your butt sneaking under your skirt. You pushed at his shoulders lightly trying to pull away and catch your breath. A thin line of spit connected your lips together as you both panted unevenly. His eyes searched yours for any sign of regret, the hand on your panties now massaging into the flesh of your ass but not roughly. It was a soft and soothing caress as you began to pepper gentle kisses at the corners of his mouth. His mouth was slightly agape as he fought to catch his breath and not buck up into the warmth between your legs that was currently over his member. He couldn't even remember the last time he made out with someone like this. It had to be months at least, probably since the last girl he was in a relationship with. Taehyung's breath hitched as you got to the angle of his jaw sucking lightly making your way toward the space under his ear.
You didn't miss the way his hands tightened around you fidgeting a little when you got close to his ear. Deciding to take it further you pulled the end of his lobe into your mouth nipping at it softly with your teeth.
"Ngh," he bit back a moan at the feel, his eyes crossing for a moment when your breath fanned his ears. Why the hell were they so damn sensitive. You moved your hips over him feeling his grip on your butt tighten in the process. He was slumped back on the couch essentially letting you take the reigns for a moment as he tried to clear his mind of the dirty thoughts that were coming way too soon. Instead, he let your hips move over him back and forth, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against your arousing heat.
You were practically dry humping like a pair of horny teens but it clearly wasn't enough. You both only had one thing on his mind and he needed it. Your fingers were in his hair scratching blissfully at his scalp as you whispered into his ear, "Wanna move things to my room?"
The tingling sensation traveled from his ear down his throat to his spine making him react far quicker than you expect. Both hands tightened at your bottom as he jolted off the couch keeping you on him. "Where?" He asked, lips brushing against yours as you clung to him. You pointed in the direction and he was taking you that way.
The door swung open with a bang before his leg was kicking it back shut. He walked until his knees hit the edge of a bed and just like that he was trapping you under him in another heated kiss. Your hands cupped his face as he pressed himself further into you, eyes squeeze shut in pleasure.
Just how you did on the couch, he was pushing his groin against yours, knees digging into the mattress with your body in between before he started a slow grind into you. The material of his jeans was doing magic hitting against your pleasure nub above your entrance and you could feel the growing bulge adding more pressure. His elbows were near your shoulders keeping himself from crushing you as your heads moved in every direction that could deepen the kiss more and more. Your lips felt numb, rubbed raw almost but neither of you pulled away. His tongue was winning against yours in exploration drawing a light sigh from your lips when he cradled your head between his arms to keep you in place.
Your hands were playing with the collar of his shirt before running down the front of his chest to feel what was underneath. It was soft and lean muscle, the kind that someone had when they were fit even without intense exercise.
He put most of his weight on his legs as he sat back further with his calves tucked under his thighs letting his hands move down your sides bunching up your shirt. Your mouths only separated for one quick moment only enough time for him to tug your shirt off and his too. They fell somewhere on the floor as he let himself looked down at you. Your legs were still thrown over his spread thighs, his erect ion only an inch away from the space between your legs. Large hands gripped at the bend of your knees yanking your body down and closer to him until you were flush against him again. He guided your hips up searching for some friction despite both of you still being dressed below the waist. His hands were at your sides letting your hips grind back on him and it was enough for him to be draping over you again to capture your lips with his.
"You're so pretty," he mumbled against your lips as he pulled away, nose and mouth brushing over the curve of your chin down your neck, "And nice."
He was moving away now, legs still widened as he crawled down your body, kissing along your collarbone, "And you smell so good."
His face was getting closer to your chest, hands now running over your bra, "And I think about you all the time."
His hands cupped the your boobs over your bra giving them a light squeeze as his lips licked over the rounded flesh, "I think about how you'll react when I touch you."
They snaked under the bra, thumbs running over your nipples causing an immediate reaction from you, "And how soft you'll feel in my hands."
"Taehyung..." you licked your lips breathlessly arching your back up to slide your hands under and unclip the material. You yanked the straps down managing to take it off with his hands still groping at your tits. With the bra out of the way he took the chance to take your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the bud until it hardened while his thumb worked the other. He gave your chest special treatment with a massage and wet kisses along your skin practically covering you in drool while your hips searched for something to rut against but his body was hovering over you yet not touching.
Once he had enough of your chest he kissed down the center of your stomach, hands sliding down to your skirt but he never took it off you. Instead, his fingers grazed over to your panties, touching the hem before sliding them down, "I wonder about how you'll taste on my tongue."
"Will you let me have a taste?" He asked, skirt covering half his face watching as you gave an impatient nod. He slid the material down your legs letting them fall to the bed. You wiggled nervously feeling his stare on your definite wet core but before you could hurry him along your mouth drew open in a sudden gasp. A blob of spit landed on your cunt from his mouth and the thick liquid felt strange against your clit due to its unexpectedness. He just spit directly on your pussy...
One of his arms was holding your thigh on his shoulder while the other let his hand swipe over his spit. His middle finger touched your clit as he rubbed the spit with your dripping arousal to make it wetter and messier too. Then, once he made sure you were coated in liquid, he flattened his tongue against your opening curving it upward to collect and decent size of wetness. His tongue rolled back into his mouth and he swallowed heavily, not even thinking about your impatient fidgeting as he got the taste he was looking for.
"Mm," he hummed in appreciation, eyes shut in bliss for a moment before letting your clit fit between his index and middle fingers as he rubbed upwards, palm on your entrance applying pressure there too. Then, he pulled away, hand doing a 180 so his fingers were facing down and he leaned forward to kiss your lips, all while your clit was still stimulated between his fingers.
"I like it," he muttered against your lips, "I think I'm gonna have more."
You weren't much of a talker during foreplay but Taehyung's deep voice had your thighs wanting to shut to stop the pool of arousal. His voice was so sensual and raspy that you didn't mind the light dirty talk. Maybe you'd whisper into his ear more since you know he likes it now. Maybe you'll even do it to him at work sometimes just to see him get riled up.
He went back down between your legs, not bothering to tease anymore as he did just that. Tongue lapping up more and more speeding up his flicking while his fingers slipped over your clit thanks to the wetness of it.
Immediately your hand went to his soft dark hair again for leverage as his ministrations picked up pace, face practically digging at your heat. It was messy, nasty almost, with the slurping sounds he made. He was lost in it too, your little sounds and the way you ground into his face was enough to egg him on to take it further. He could've been like this all night if you would have let him. Your hand tugged him back by his hair. He didn't mind the sting though ready to take your mouth back on his if that's what you wanted.
You didn't say anything sitting up watching his face contort in confusion and worry. With a hand on his chest you guided him to lie down and he submitted to your actions easily, hand over yours as you applied pressure to get him down. Once he was lying down you tugged at his zipper watching the way his stomach sunk in under your touch and the black band of his briefs was slowly exposed. He didn't bother fighting it when you tugged his jeans down along with his briefs.
Taehyung released a grunt in relief as the right denim was finally off and briefs no longer confining his erecrion. He felt heavy on his navel, thick member stiff against his happy trail. Your eyes caught the way his cock twitched at the sudden exposure. You threw his clothes to the floor moving too unzip your skirt and slide it down when he stopped your hand.
"Leave it, I want it on when you're on top," he said, thumb running over your wrist bone soothingly. The corner of your mouth turned upward in a smirk as you nodded. He wants you wearing it when you're on top? Alright.
He didn't know how to react when you turned away from him, straddling his midsection facing away from him and his hands immediately raised to try and touch you. You got on your knees, pussy in his face that he finally got what you wanted to do. He couldn't stop the animalistic growl he let out as his hands gripped your thighs pulling you back into position. Once he had you over him his mouth was on your cunt again, his chin rutting against your clit as his fingers spread you open for him to eat you out.
The only thing to make his movements slow was the softest kitten lick down the length of his cock. It caught him by surprise, balls tightening at the feeling especially when you kissed the vein underneath. With one hand you picked up his member so it was pointed to the ceiling and continued to lather him in your drool letting your mouth and tongue lick around his length. His hips began to move seeking more than just the teasing, fingernails digging into your butt as you slobbered all over him.
Once his length was wet enough you moved to his tip, tongue poking at his slit where a clear drop of precum dribbled out. You licked at it, forcing spit down his head before wrapping your around it fully. Once your mouth adjusted to his girth you began to bob your head up and down, tongue licking along his slit everything you came up before coiling around him when you went down.
Whatever you did felt good to him, his hips began moving to fit more into your mouth slowly. His arms went to your back pulling you flush against him so your butt was sticking out more and right in his face. He kept you locked in around him with one arm while the other went to your hair.
You had a bad gag reflex so it took more effort to not choke and he was bigger than any guy you've ever been with. You took as much of him as possible but your hands did most of the work. When it became too much you lifted your mouth off with a pop, drool lining the way before you moved lower.
Taehyung nearly choked in your essence at the warm and wet tightness trying to suck his testicles. Your mouth licked at the soft flesh despite how full they felt and it had him shaking.
"Aish," he hissed, eyes scrunched as his head fell against your pillows, no longer eating you out like a mad man. He needed a second to enjoy this new feeling, when your tongue licked down to his perineum, the thing like down his balls. Your hand was also jerking him off in just the right way that he was extremely close. As much as he'd like to release just like this he wanted more.Ā No, needed more and when your actions got bolder he couldn't take it anymore. He liked that it wasnāt a fight for control. It was equal parts in trying to pleasure each other. He wasnāt trying to be the dominant one at the moment. He was just trying to take the pleasure and go along with whatever happened. It felt so much more natural that way than him trying to force you into positions or foreplay you didnāt want to do. You were just as eager to pleasure him too and he had no problem letting you do it.
"Y/n,ā he licked his dry lips, āI need you on my cock, now.ā
It took you a second to think about what he was asking but he was already guiding you up trying to turn you. You crawled off him feeling his arm trying to hold you by your legs as you stretched over to your nightstand. You didnāt usually buy condoms since you didnāt have a lot of hook ups but Jungkook thought itād be funny to gift you some after making fun of your dry spell. A true friend, really.
Taehyung took it from you puckering his lips while tearing into the packaging. You leaned over him pressing your lips against his in a quick kiss as he rolled the condom on. Once it was one he was teaching for your hand leading you back over him. He held his member up as you straddled him trying to line your entrance with his tip, skirt hiding the view but draped over his hand. You pulled his lip between your teeth in a gentle nip as you tried moving back to sit over him more.
He smacked his lips disappointedly pouting a little when you pulled away from the kiss. But he hummed in pleasure as you began to lower yourself, his tip sinking into your heat slowly. His hands on your thighs letting you adjust to his size, he had to bite into his bottom lip when your walls kept him snug.
You began to slowly move up and down to speed the stretching process despite the slight discomfort. You could see the struggle he was facing at the wait and honestly you couldnāt wait either. Your hands were on his chest using him for leverage before you gained more rhythm.
Your movement began to include some grinding letting your folds get stimulated with the added movement. His hands were under your skirt groping the rounds of your ass, nails digging into the plump flesh letting his hips buck to match your pace.
āOh fuck,ā he grunted, low deep gasps escaping his lips, āā¦ so tight.ā
āTae,ā you whined letting the shortened name slip as your head fell forward, āYou feel so good.ā
You were breathless, putting more weight on your hands and knees so you could bounce your hips repeatedly, rotating them as best as you could to reach new angles. With the change of rhythm his arm wrapped around your lower back again, pressing you against him making you collapse over him. Your head fell by his neck feeling the tightness of his arms around your waist as he dug his heels into the mattress so he could fuck up into you. He matched your rhythm and the new angle stimulated your clit making you whine softly into his ear.
Your cute little sounds weāre making his hips stutter, āBigāyouāre so big,ā you moaned into his ear.
He reacted immediately, mouth drawn open trying to find your mouth to kiss but instead for your shoulder, āGonna cum soon pretty girl?ā
āMhm,ā you silently mewled, the soft sounds tickling the sweet spot in his ear to the pointer where his hand was pressing into your tailbone and before you knew it you were flipped onto your back. In this new position he reached a deeper level with your legs wrapped around him.
With a few more deep thrusts you were falling apart. Your orgasm hit you in a frenzy, hips twitching over his length feeling your ring of nerves tighten around him.
He ease his cock into you riding out your high but with the way your walls seemed to puffed around him it became too much. It took one more roll of your hips for him to release. He groaned into your ear cumming into the condom, both of you riding the wave for a moment.
After letting you relax around him again Taehyung pulled out gently. You were both covered in a thin layer of sweat but he left tender touches on your shaking thighs moving to lay down next to you. You looked at each other lovingly taking your hand in his kissing your knuckles, āWas that too much?ā
You shook your head no in response before turning on your side, āCome here.ā
He scooted closer lifting an arm for you to crawl under and wrapped around you holding you to his chest. Taehyung felt like he could think properly again, more clearly and not as lust filled. He stayed quiet for a moment trying to unravel all the details of what youād told him earlier.
āWe did things backwards,ā he sighed, his tone was light almost teasing, āI was supposed to take you out to dinner first.ā
āWhat about breakfast?ā You asked. He made a face in thought before smiling, squeezing you a little, āBreakfast works.ā
You snuggled into him some more as he held you closely. He played with the hand he still held, the one he kissed, intertwining your fingers then separating them only to do it all over again. You couldnāt help but smile at a certain thought, āI thought you were supposed to be mean and hard to approach but you werenāt ever like that with me.ā
āMaybe I just liked you since the beginning,ā he shrugged not bothering to confirm nor deny the rumors. He was just a private person and he felt comfortable around you enough to open it. Heād been attracted to you all along even when you tried getting him with So Hyun.
And it really was you all along. He still kept his guard up around everyone else and he doesnāt see that changing. If anything heāll probably distance himself further from people interested him. He wants to respect you and the future of your relationship.
āJust so weāre clear too, no more trying to set me up with your friends,ā he said teasingly but serious at the same time, āBecause Iām yours, nobody elseās.ā
āAm I yours too?ā You looked up at him with rounded sparkly eyes. He kissed the tip of your nose, āAnd nobody elseās.ā
You completely missed the ringing of your phone that was left in the living. The text from So Hyun that went unnoticed.
sohyun: Iām sorry for being mean
sohyun: I donāt want us arguing and if yāall like each other I canāt be mad
sohyun: ur my best friend and I luv u
sohyun: ps Jungkook told me u were with taehyung
sohyun: Iām jealous but also :ā) happy for u
::.
a/n alright so this isnāt really angsty. Iāve been writing that too much :p
after story reflection: Tae is very much so a tsundere to ppl heās not close with. you and so hyun are still friends but Tae doesnāt fully trust her bc he doesnāt want to see u get hurt. he is nice to her only for u tho
also we love support jk and jhope who are really just here for their friends and are observers who gas you up when ur insecure
fun fact: I also used to be a barista and honestly such a fun job
I keep writing college auās even tho Iām a college dropout lmao
yāall the smut was kinda long and itās funny bc I was writing it while watching the last change days episode šš like half the time I didnāt even know what I was typing I was just going with the flow
Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.
pairing: jungkook x reader
rating: 18+ (minors dni)
genre: best friends to lovers, college au, fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut
warnings: jk is kinda annoying sometimes but he isnāt bad yk, jk being a dumb dumb and emotionally constipated, inexperienced reader, pining!, swearing, mention of inflation š, mention of alcohol consumption, half a second of toxic jealousy, denial of feelings, big dicc!jk obvi, kissing, making out, fingering, protected sex, dirty talk, breast play, riding, multiple orgasms, crying during seggsy time, stomach bulging
word count: 19.4k
playlist: daylight - taylor swift; from afar - vance joy
note: the closer i was to finishing this fic, the more anxious i became and as iām writing this a/n, iām a blubbering mess of nerves š„“ this is a result of me being obsessed with college auās and the classic bff2l trope, and sheās also the longest piece iāve written!! idk i guess thatās it. oh and kudos to whoever can spot a tongue tied reference <3
ā as always, iād appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ā”
Over the years, you have accumulated a list of annoying things about Jeon Jungkook.
ā Summary:Ā It was all shits and giggles when you and Taehyung were desperate seniors in High School, having no idea what to do with your lives, wondering if youād ever find a decent job or even graduate in the first place. It is not so funny anymore when you come home from the big city to enjoy your vacation time and you find his sex-shop right in front of the house you grew up in when you were a kid.
āIf nothing works out Iām just gonna open a sex shop and call it something obnoxious like āDick on the Goā or something with a stupid zucchini logo flashing on top of the building.ā He had said one time. Shit, you had no idea he actually meant it.
ā Word Count: 20.752 words
ā WARNINGS:Ā graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, cuss words, masturbation, oral (giving/receiving), rough sex, daddy kink, use of several toys, hair pulling, a drop of orgasm denial, unprotected sex, very subtle degradation.
You take a deep breath, your gaze fixed on the familiar scenery outside the trainās window, and it almost feels like your insides are unclenching and relishing in the feeling of being free after so many months lived squished together.
You have made this journey back and forth hundred times in the past five years or so and you know every inch of the road by memory but it doesnāt hinder its healing effects on both your body and mind.
The ride is a couple of hours long but you do enjoy every last bit of it, at least when itās bringing you back home.
Your home is more than just a place with four walls and a roof on top, no, home is your roots an, ultimately, that inner part of you, the true self you are forced to hide under fake masks to survive in the city.
Taehyung never got around to buying curtains for his glass-walled apartment - a decision he didnāt regret until he realized people could see some private things, such as his routine 5 p.m. masturbation session.
summary: four weeks. thatās how long youāre trapped on campus after missing your flight home because of a grossly overtime final. and as youāre walking around your empty campus, thinking that you could sink no lower, you find yourself alone in the art building with a certain freshman-year-dorm-neighbor from hell, and heās got an offer that you donāt think you can refuse: heās staying on campus this winter break as well, and heās happy to let you live with him.
or, four weeks is all it takes to fall in love.
{enemies to lovers!au, roommates!au, college!au}
pairing: art and chemistry double major kim taehyung x female reader
genre: fluff, angst, comedy, the whole nine!!
word count: 20k
warnings: alcohol consumption (be safe!), unwanted sexual advances (not between main characters and not at all explicit), and a ton of college tomfoolery.
a/n: iām finally finished with my very first semester of college! it was a lot, but finishing this fic was a treat after my damn finals, which were very stressful. this is part of the stranded for christmas collab, and iām so honored to be doing this with such amazing, talented writers! please give them and their fics lots of love, and enjoy this super fun train wreck of a fic!
f1 driver!jeon jungkook x journalist!reader
romance + smut
warnings:Ā jungkook being a sore loser + bit of f1 talk + teasing + unprotected sex + quite literally no foreplay because letās be honest.
wc: 6.7k
ā although the season hadnāt been good to jungkook, he had finally a chance to shine, and he wasnāt going to waste it.
a/n: hello everyone! although the username is new, i used to be moononthejoon! consider me back! in the time i was gone, i developed other interests, and in those, i became obsessed with formula one. so yeah, this is my poor excuse of a comeback lol. hope y'all enjoy this. this is just me gushing about f1, so yeah lol
