Heyaa! Just happen to stumble upon 💫'Mistletoe'💫 and dammnnn I don't regret it. It was really good. Had fun reading. And wanted to req a part 2??. Like, when the MC says "Maybe you should come every Christmas", I couldn't help but wonder what will happen if he's there for the next Christmas as well but MC's w her boyfriend??? Maybeeeeee someone's gonna cheat?🥴 idk but please take this scenario into consideration. No pressure, ofcourse. Thank You.💜
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☁ Summary: your brother brings his new friend on your family christmas trip
☁ Genre: smut, brothers best friend, college au sorta, sort of slow burn. there is no fluff or anything in this. just smutty smut.
☁ Rating: R, 18+
☁ Warnings: explicit smut, ruined orgasms, almost getting caught hehe, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (be safe kids), creampie.
☁ This was supposed to be posted like two days ago but I obviously got carried away.
☁ Word Count: 7k+
The scene around you was almost a cliche hallmark movie. Your family owned a cabin in the mountains, and this was where you spent every Christmas for as long as you could remember. Currently, you were sprawled out on the brown leather sofa situated in the middle of the living room, falling snow could be seen outside of the tall windows, and the crackling of the fireplace was a welcomed comfort.. even if you didn’t particularly want to travel to the cabin this year.
This past year had been your first year of University, and you had decided to study in Seoul, rather than Busan where your family lived. The decision wasn’t the usual ‘I want to get away from my family’ situation.. but even so, you hadn’t seen them more than twice in the past six months. So even though you dreaded the journey into the mountains, you didn’t particularly like the cold, and you really wanted to just be sitting on the couch in your apartment.. you came. If only to keep your mother from complaining about it until next Christmas.
“Jungkook is almost here.” Your mothers voice called from the kitchen, not eliciting any reaction from you. “He’s bringing a friend!” She called out again, causing you to look up from your phone.
“You didn’t tell me we could bring friends!” You complained, sitting up quickly to look over the back of the sofa, watching as your mothers figure appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.
“He asked last minute. His friends family lives out of the country and he couldn’t travel to them. The least we could do is welcome him. I’m sure you’ll survive.” She gave you a look that said ‘don’t be a bitch, Y/N’. Though she’d never say that out loud.
You groaned as you fell back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling.
“Imagine two Jungkook’s,’ You started, dramatically throwing your arm over your face. ‘because you know his friends have to be as annoying as he is.”
Just as your mother began to laugh at your words, the door opened. You sat up, feeling the cold air hit your face as it entered along with your brother and..
Another cliche, you thought, feeling a bit stopped in your tracks as you looked up at the other man with Jungkook. But who cares.. he was hot.
"Jungkook-ah!” Your mothers voice was an octave higher than usual as she wrapped her arms around her son, pulling the much larger figure into a tight hug. The pair exchanged kisses to each others cheeks before Jungkook motioned to his friend.
“This is Taehyung.”
You stared at Taehyung as he stood in the door way, brushing snow from his chestnut colored hair. The locks fell in front of his eyes as he looked up at the mention of his name, beaming at your mother.
“Thank you for having me.” His voice was deeper than expected and he bowed his head slightly as he spoke, his eyes growing wider as your mother brushed off his polite gratitude and pulled him into a hug as well, but his shock dissipated quickly into warm laughter.
While your mother still had his friend trapped in her hug, Jungkook walked across the room, leaning on the back of the couch when he finally reached you.
“You not gonna speak?” He snarked, arching an eyebrow at you and earning an eyeroll.
“I was waiting my turn.”
“Since when are you so polite?”
Once again, he earned an eyeroll, but before you could speak Taehyung had joined the group. You looked up at him, your eyes taking in his features as subtly as you could manage.
“Tae.. Y/N. Y/N.. Tae.” Jungkook’s introduction was much lazier this time around, his hand motioning between the two of you for half a second.
“Nice to meet you.” He said, his eyes training on yours with an intensity that made you want to look away. But instead, you offered a sweet smile.
“Yeah... you too.”
Two days had passed since you all arrived at the cabin, and Christmas was still three more days away. Jungkook and Taehyung had taken to lounging on the couch all day while you opted for trying to distract yourself mostly with exploring the nearby town. Today though, you had decided to take a hike.. which was not quite your brightest moment. By the time you made it back to the cabin you were nearly frozen. You pushed your way through the front door, rushing across the room and plopping down on the coffee table in front of the fire. You leaned forward, arms wrapped around your body, letting the heat from the fire warm your face.
Your eyes close as you enjoy the warmth, feeling as if your bones were defrosting. Your mind starts to wander, and without your permission, wanders to Taehyung. You hadn’t had much interaction with him other than the basics of technically-living-together. Seeing each other in the hall and eating most meals together, with the rest of your family. But that didn’t stop you from noticing small things about him; the freckle on his nose, the curve of his lips, the veins in his arms…. his long fingers..
“Oh, hey.”
You jumped at the deep voice behind you, turning to look at Taehyung towering over you, immediately looking away as you felt your face go flush.. feeling like a child who was just caught doing something they aren’t allowed.
“You alright?”
You looked back to Taehyung now, who was looking down at you with his eyebrows knitting together slightly. As you stared up at him you finally registered his appearance.
He had obviously just gotten out of the shower, his hair was wet and pushed back from his face. A stark contrast to the way the curls usually fell in front of his eyes. He wore grey sweatpants that sat low on his hips.
How cliche, you thought, grey sweatpants. Grey sweatpants that were paired with a thin white shirt that was somehow both stretched at the neck in a way that exposed his collarbones, and the tanned skin that covered them, as well as clung to his body in a way that showed of a thin waist and a chest that was more toned than expected.
“Yeah!’ You started, shaking the distraction straight out of your head. ‘I don’t think my brain has defrosted yet.”
As Tae moved to fall onto the sofa, you stood and pulled off your thick winter coat, tossing it on the back of a nearby chair. You could feel Tae’s eyes on you as you did this, feeling both embarrassed and confident at the idea of it. You turned to look at him, long legs draped over the couch cushions haphazardly. Walking over, you sat down on the opposite side of the couch, propping an elbow on the arm rest and resting your head in your hand.
“Jungkook is asleep.” Tae said as you sat down, which was followed by your sarcastic laugh.
“Of course he is.”
“I guess we haven’t quiet been living it up huh?”
You let out a short laugh at his words, turning your head to look at him. “No, not really. Bit boring.”
“I’ll have to ditch him one day and let you show me something fun.” His voice was smooth as he spoke, but his face was so expressionless you couldn’t gauge the implications behind his words…. but you decided to run with it.
You pulled your legs up onto the couch, shifting so that your whole body was facing him now. “I am pretty entertaining when I want to be.”
At this, Taehyung’s expression.. or lack thereof.. changed. The corner of his mouth tugged into a small smirk. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to tell you that you were moving in the right direction.
He sat up now, his arm draped across the back of the couch as he leaned closer to you.
“I bet you are.” His voice was lower now, quieter and deeper than usual. The small smirk on his lips didn’t change, but the twinkle in his eye could only be described as mischievous.
Your lips parted to speak, but before a sound could pass them—
“Hey!”
Jungkook voice was loud as he bounded down the stairs, slamming his hand on the back of the couch between the two of you. “Is there anything to eat?”
Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as you and Taehyung jumped back from each other at the sound of your brothers voice. You looked up at him as he stood behind the couch, Tae doing the opposite and turning his attention to the fire on the opposite side of the room.
“I’m sure there’s something you can cook.” You pursed your lips at him, narrowing your eyes.
Jungkook rolled his eyes, scrunching up his nose at you before playfully slapping the back of Taehyung’s head. “You wanna go get food?”
Tae looked up at him, nodding stiffly. “Yeah.. definitely.” He cleared his throat, pushing himself off of the couch while you leaned farther into it.
The two of them went about putting on boots and coats as you, pretended to, lounge on the couch. You scrolled through your phone, but you definitely weren’t focused on what was on the screen. You could only think about your interaction with Tae.. and the fact that Jungkook had interrupted it.
“Alright we’re out.” Jungkook said loudly as he swung open the front door creating a gust of wind that brought in a dusting of snow causing you to shake your head and his careless attitude, until you felt Tae walk up next to you. He tapped his finger along the smooth material, meeting your eyes as you looked up at him.
“See you later.” He said simply, his lips pulled into that same small smirk.
And with that.. he walked away, crunching the layer of snow that Jungkook had left on the hardwood floor as he closed the door behind him.
Jungkook and Taegyung’s laughter was loud when you heard them enter the cabin again. Despite being separated by a closed door and an entire floor. You were stepping out of the shower when they came in, hearing your mother talking to them as well. You made your way out of the shower and wrapped your towel around you, kicking yourself for not bringing clothes into the bathroom with you.. both on account of the cold, and the fact that you now had to go down the entire fall practically naked.
You opened the door slowly, peaking your head out and glancing side to side before leaping out of the bathroom and starting your run-that’s-actually-just-an-awkward-speed-walk. But before you could make it to your room at the end of the hall, you ran face first into Taehyung as he stepped out of his own bedroom. Your eyes moved up to his face slowly, frozen this time around just from the shock.. embarrassment hadn’t quite hit you yet.
“It’s like you’re trying to freeze to death.” His words were smug, matching his expression well.
“I’m not big on the whole forethought thing, I guess…”
Taehyung laughed through his nose, shirt and breathy. “Impulsive can be interesting.”
“To others.” You pursed your lips, the sarcasm seeping from your words pushing the embarrassment over the current situation out of your mind. That is until you finally registered Tae’s gaze.
His eyes traveled from your face, down the crook of your neck, to finally scan over your chest where your towel covered just over your breasts.
“You should probably get dressed.” He said finally, his eyes shooting back up to your face as he stepped out of your way.
“You’re probably right..” But you didn’t move just yet, the two of you stood there in the hallway, staring at each other.
Taehyung licked his lips, clearing his throat as he shoved his hands into his pockets and tore his gaze from you to look at the floor. “I’ll see you downstairs.” He looked up at you one more time as he walked towards the stairs, a smile on his face that was somehow a mix between devilish and shy.
With that, you rushed to your bedroom, closing your door behind you and standing there for a moment, shaking your head and laughing to yourself. This was a very bad idea.
The rest of the evening had been rather uneventful, comparatively, but still enjoyable. You had dinner with your family, and Taehyung. Had sat around the living room, drinking and laughing together. Now, it was nearly midnight, your mother had gone to bed and it was just ‘the kids’ left.
You and Jungkook were sat on the couch while Taehyung lounged against pillows he had stacked on the floor. You noticed he pushed his hair back out of his eyes everytime he laughed.
“Okay,’ Jungkook started as he stood up. ‘I’m going to bed.” He looked at Tae, pointing at him as if to ask what he was planning on doing. His reply was holding up his half empty drink. Jungkook nodded and told you both goodnight before heading up the stairs.
You pulled your legs up onto the couch, sitting side was and keeping your eyes on your drink, watching the bubbles as the formed and popped, becoming more aware of the fact you two were now left alone.. which now felt like a bigger deal than it had before.
You didn’t notice Tae had gotten up from this spot on the floor until you felt him sit on the couch in front of you. You looked up from the glass , meeting his eyes as he leaned into the corner of the cushion and arm rest. “That drink must be very entertaining.”
You rolled your eyes at his smugness, cocking your head to one side. “Something’s got to entertain me.”
Taehyung raised and eyebrow at this, leaning forward to set his drink on the coffee table before leaning closer to you, his elbow propped on the back cushion on the couch. “I might know how to do that.” He mused, his tongue poking out slightly to wet his lips.
Your lips tugged slightly into a smile as you set up, mimicking his position. “What did you have in mind?”
Without another word Taehyung leaned forward, crashing his lips into yours, his hand gripping the side of your neck, fingers wrapped around the back. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, your hands moving to grip the front of his shirt. Your lips parted as your felt his tongue swipe against them, allowed him to explore your mouth as his hands began to do the same to your body.
You both shifted closer, his hand moving to the small of your back so that he could press your bodies together. Your arms wrap loosely around his neck, your fingers moving to tangle into his hair. You tugged at the locks, just slightly, but it was enough to make him groan against into your mouth.
He pulled away from you, your lips following instinctually after his. He laughed low in his throat, working to satiate your neediness by pressing his lips to your jaw.. as your chest rose and fell with your breath his mouth soon traveled down the side of your neck to the crook, stopping after placing a single kiss there.
“Not bored anymore are you? Did you get what you wanted?”
You let out a bitter laugh, reaching up again to tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging it harder this time. He looked up at you, an eyebrow arched. “No words, huh?”
His lips tugged into a devilish smile as he pulled away from you, his hand shooting up to your throat, his fingers and thumb pressing against your jaw, causing a gasp to escape your throat. He used this hold on you to push you back, laying you back against the couch, your head resting against the arm of the sofa as you rolled your body, pushing upwards for some contact. “I want you to speak.” His voice was low and he moved his leg between yours, his thigh pressing against your center.
You moaned at the friction and at his words, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment before looking directly into his eyes. “I want you.” You moaned, gripping at his shirt again.
Taehyung moaned at this, his lips greedily finding your neck again, sucking and biting at the skin. You tried to held your breath, forcing down the moans that threatened to escape. His hands moved along your body, griping at your waist and breasts. You rolled your hips against his thigh, breathing shakily as he brought his lips up to meet yours again. He kissed you hard, sloppily, as his hand slid down your stomach, his finger tips pushing beneath the waist of your pants.
He paused for a moment, all of his movements, his hands and his lips. Waiting for you to tell him to stop, or go on.
You rolled your hips again, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “Please..” You whisper, earning a low groan from Taehyung as he kissed you roughly again.
His fingers dipped below your waistline until his middle finger found your clit. Slowly his finger glided through your wetness while he moaned against your lips at the feeling. The tip of his finger teased slightly over your entrance before he trailed it back up to your clit, still not touching.. not really. You groaned, trying to keep your hips from bucking against his hand. ,
He chuckled, pulling away from your kiss and sitting up enough to stare into your eyes. “Why are you whining?” He asked cooly, his finger moving in a slow circle along your pussy.
“I need..” You trailed off with a sigh, finally giving in and letting your hips push upwards.
“What do you need?” He asked, a smile playing on his lips. “Do you need…” He didn’t finish his sentence before he pushed a finger inside of you.
You moaned loudly, your hand shooting up to cover your mouth. Tae chuckled, kissing you again to stifle your moans. He moved his finger slowly for a moment before adding a second, only giving you a second to adjust before he began pumping them faster inside of you, curling to find your g-spot.
Your hips jerked as his fingers met the sweet spot they searched for, your head falling back with a moan as you felt your orgasm building. Neither of you moved to quiet them, Tae’s lips once again finding your throat and kissing it greedily.
“Are you going to cum for me, Y/N?” He questioned, his lips moving against your skin.
But you didn’t have time to reply before his thumb found your clit, moving in circles against the sensitive bud while his fingers thrust inside of you, massaging your walls perfectly.
“F-fuck..” You stuttered, biting down in your bottom lip. “Please don’t—“
“Y/N?”
You both instantly froze as your mothers voice traveled down the stairs. Your eyes shot open, meeting Tae’s who had sat up to stare down at you.
“You alright?” She spoke again.
You cleared your throat, shaking your head to try and clear your thoughts.
“Yeah… what’s wrong?” You questioned, attempting to play dumb.
“I thought I heard something…. never mind.”
And with that, her bedroom door closed. You stared up at Tae, his fingers still inside of you, breathing heavily as you both tried to slow your hearts.
“We…’ You trailed off, taking a deep breath. ‘We have to stop.”
Taehyung opened his mouth to speak.. maybe to argue. But he stopped himself, slowly letting his fingers slide from your pussy. He pulled himself from between your legs, standing up next to the couch and looking down at you.
With his eyes trained on yours he brought his hand to his mouth, his fingers, coated with your wetness, slipping between his lips and into his mouth, his tongue taking in your taste.
You watched him, practically holding your breath, your hand gripping the couch cushion beneath you.
Tae removed his fingers from his mouth, bringing them down to yours. He pulled gently at your lower lip, coaxing you to open your mouth before he slid them into your mouth as well. You sucked at the digits, your tongue sliding around and between them.
He groaned at the sight, licking his lips. “This isn’t the end of this.” He whispered, pulling his fingers from your mouth and moving his hand to grip your jaw. He leaned down, kissing you roughly. “Not even close.”
You were speechless as he walked away, your head falling back against the arm of the sofa with a heavy sigh while you listened to his footsteps heading up the stairs.
Christmas eve had finally arrived and the main thing that meant was that your mother was running around like a crazy lady. She cooked and cleaned and complained that no one was helping.. and then told you to go away when you tried.
But now, the day was finally rolling to evening and she had finished the much-too-large meal she had been preparing. You stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching her and waiting for direction when you felt a larger figure come behind you.
“How can I help?” Tae asked, placing his hands on your waist so that he could guide you to the side, giving him room to stand in the doorway next to you.
You worried that your face might be bright red as you glanced up at him, embarrassed that such a simple touch had any affect on you. Taehyung turned to look at you as well, his eyes dark as he offered a pleasant smile.
Your mother waved her hand in the air. “Nothing now. I think I’ve got it..” She trailed off, turning to walk in the other direction before suddenly whipping back around, an amused grin on her face. Without a word she pointed above your head.
You and Taehyung both looked up to see a sprig of mistletoe tacked in the middle of the doorframe. Maybe you should have felt a little embarrassed, but the two of you couldn’t keep from laughing. The excitement on your mothers face, of catching someone in her trap, was too funny to be upset with.
“Mom! Absolutely not.” You laughed, shaking your head when she gave you an exaggerated shocked expression.
“You can’t refuse the mistletoe. It’s illegal.”
“Should I be offended right now?” Tae spoke up beside you. You looked up at him, his face beaming with a smug grin.
You rolled your eyes, looking at your mother then back to Tae. Thinking.
“Alright, come on.”
Tae immediately leaned down, pressing an innocent kiss to your lips before standing up straight once more, smiling at your mother.
Again, you felt internally embarrassed at the way the simple kiss set you on fire. You ached for the release you didn’t get the other night.
“Ah!” Jungkook’s voice came from behind you as soon as you and Taehyung had parted. He stomped forward, grabbing your shoulders and walking you into the kitchen, away from the mistletoe. More importantly, away from Tae.
“It’s you, your children, and Taehyung here. Why even hang that up?!”
Your mother couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatics. “Maybe I was hoping I’d end up under the mistletoe with Taehyung.” She joked, wiggling and eyebrow.
All of you erupted with laughter.. all except Jungkook, of course. He groaned, and then groaned again when Tae crossed the kitchen, gently taking your mothers face in his hands and pressing a dramatic kiss to her forehead.
“I’m disowning all of you.” He huffed, walking out of the room and plopping on the couch.
The three of you shook your heads at his dramatics, your mother going back to her preparations. You made your way out of the kitchen, up the stairs and towards your bedroom. But you were stopped in your tracks when an arm wrapped around your waist.
Your back pressed against his chest, Taehyung pulled you into the first door closest to you, the bathroom. He closed and locked the door, spinning you around and pressing you against it, his palm flat against the wood next to your head.
“It might be pathetic that small kiss made me want you more, but I don’t care.” He whispered, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours roughly. The kiss quickly turned heated, your hands roaming and tugging at clothes and hair.
Tae pulled away from the kiss, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pushing it up quickly. His hands skated up your body until they reached your bra, pulling it down enough to expose your nipples. He didn’t hesitate to take one into his mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud as your head fell back against the door, sighing deeply as you tried to keep your moans down. Not wanting a repeat of last time.
He apparently also didn’t want a repeat of last time. His hands worked at unbuttoning your jeans, pushing them off your hips. You kicked them off your legs, your hands tangled into his hair, his mouth still working at your breasts. He moved his hands to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh before giving one cheek a slap. You took this as a sign to lift your foot off the ground. He followed knowingly, pulling his mouth away from yours breasts and bringing his hand to the back of your thigh, wrapping your leg around his waist. You did the same with the other leg and soon he was carrying you over to the sink, setting you down on the counter.
You tried to capture his mouth in a kiss again, but he almost immediately fell to his knees in front of you, lifting your legs to his shoulders, his lips connecting with your inner thigh instead. Your breath was shaky as you watched him, gripping the edge of the counter. Taehyung let his hands slide up your thighs, parting them even more before hooking a finger into your panties. He sucked at the soft skin of your inner thigh, pulling your panties to the side and exposing your pussy to him, the air cold against the wetness he had already created.
He groaned low in his throat, leaning in a swiping his tongue from your entrance to your clit. “Already so wet for me.” He hummed against your core, his tongue moving in slow, long licks.
You let out a heavy sigh mixed with an exasperated moan, letting your head fall back against the mirror. Tae sucked and licked at your folds, his tongue teasing at your entrance. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging at it as your way to beg for more. Tae chuckled against you, dipping his tongue inside of you, savoring your taste. Your hips moved without your permission, rolling against his mouth.
He pulled his tongue from your pussy, moving to suck your clit, his tongue flicking at it. You could feel the heat in your stomach growing, your legs tensing and trembling around his head.
“Y/N! Come help me!” Your mothers voice once again interrupted at the exact worst time, calling up the stairs. You groaned and untangled your fingers from his hair, moving to wiggle off of the counter but he stopped you, gripping your hips.
“You’re not leaving until you’ve cum for me.” His voice was low and deep, his eyes dark as he stared up at you.
Your lips parted with shaky sigh, unable to even reply to his words.. just settling back against the mirror as his mouth found its way back to your clit. Your breath picked up again as his tongue worked greedily, your orgasm once again building in your stomach.
Taehyung brought his hand up, pushing two fingers inside of you without warning, they curled to find your sweet spot, thrusting hard. You squeezed your eyes shut, slapping your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.
He continued the pumping of his fingers and rolling of his tongue until the tightness in your stomach finally exploded. Your back arched, fingers pulling at his hair while your other hand worked to stifle your load moans. You could feel your walls tightening around his fingers, your legs shaking and your toes curling. But he didn’t stop, only slowing his movements as he helped you ride your high as long as you could. As you started to come down, his tongue on your clit became a sweet torture.. the sensitive bud screaming for a break.
You reached down again and tugged at his hair, trying to wiggle your hips away from him. “Please.. enough..”
Tae begrudgingly pulled away, his mouth and chin slick with your orgasm as he stood up, a smug smirk on his lips. He wiped his face with his hands, leaning in and pressing your lips together. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it spurred you on in your heated desire. Your hands found the waist of his pants, tugging at them. But he pulled away from the kiss, grabbing your hands.
“Your mother needs you.”
“But..” You looked at him dumbfounded, eyebrows furrowed.
“It’s alright. I can wait.” He argued with you without even hearing your complaint, pulling away from you and picking your pants up from the floor, offering you a hand to help you down.
You stood up from the counter, your legs weak. You both laughed as your knees wobbled, Tae’s arm wrapped around your waist to steady you.
Once you had gained your composure, you took the clothing from him, nodding towards the door. “You should leave before me.”
Tae nodded, pursing his lips. “Smart and sexy.” He mused, grinning at you.
You rolled your eyes, pulling your pants on as you watched him close the door behind him.
You and Taehyung had perfected the art of not-awkward-friendly-but-not-to-friendly. And it was, in fact, an art because after your little bathroom escapade you were both dying to continue where you left off.
Throughout Christmas Eve dinner, and Christmas day, you mostly stayed clear of each other, aside from short casual conversations. Every now and then you could feel Tae’s eyes on you, but he never let them linger long, and you never dared to look up and meet them.
As Christmas day rolled into night, you wondered if the two of you would get to finish what you started. You had to leave in the morning, and who knew if you’d ever see each other again. The thought was more annoying than anything.. like being forced to leave a theatre before the movie was finished.
To add to the list of cliches that were adding up on this trip, you were currently standing on the back porch of the cabin, staring up at the stars. It was the first time since you had arrived that it wasn’t cloudy at night.. and you had always been a ‘look at the stars’ person.
You must have been caught up in your star gazing because you didn’t realize the door had opened, or that anyone had come outside, until Taehyung was standing next to you. You looked over at him, finding him staring up at the stars.
“They’re in bed.” He said, turning to look at you now, the corner of his mouth teasing a smile.
You arched an eyebrow at him, giving him a false look of confusion. “Maybe I should go to sleep too.”
Tae rolled his eyes, quickly wrapping an arm around your waist, his hand on the small of your back pushing you forward. You let your body press against his, your breath already quickening. “I don’t think so.”
He leaned in, capturing you in a kiss, his hand moving from your back and down to your ass, squeezing roughly at the softness. You sighed into the kiss, thankful now for the snowflakes falling on your skin and the cold air around you, as your entire body was now on fire.
You pulled away from the kiss and from his embrace, grabbing his hand. “I’m not doing this in some stupid place and getting caught again.”
You pulled on his hand, shushing his laughter as you guided him inside and up the stairs. The two of the moved silently down the hallway, as silently as you could with Taehyung wrapping his arms around your waist and nipping at your neck. As soon as you were in the safety of your bedroom you turned quickly, grabbing hold of his shirt and pulling him close to you.
“It’s like you want to get caught.” You huffed, pulling him into a kiss.
Tae bent down more, moving his hands to your ass and giving it a tap, you understood his command and wrapped your arms around his neck and let him pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. His kissed you heatedly for a moment before pulling away, letting his lips find your neck.
“The idea of it might be kind of hot.” He laughed, biting at the sensitive skin at the crook of your neck, earning a small yelp from you.
“You’re terrible.”
He grinned against your skin, walking towards your bed and throwing you on to the mattress once he had reached it. He didn’t waste time pulling his shirt over his head, and you didn’t complain about the sight you had in front of you. Your eyes trailed over his toned, tanned chest, immediately letting your hands come up to roam over the soft skin when he crawled over you, positioning himself between your legs, only stopping your exploration of his body when he pulled your shirt over your head as well.
His lips connected with your chest, kissing your collarbones and down to the softness of your breasts, not yet removing your bra. You wrapped your legs around his waist again, your fingertips dancing over every inch of skin that was exposed to you until they reached the waist of his pants. You hooked your fingers into the waist band, moaning as his rolled his hips, feeling his already hardening cock against your clothed core.
You let your hand go lower, palming at his cock through his pants, reveling at the moan that Tae breathed against your skin. He sat up, pulling you up with him and reaching around to unhook your bra quickly, letting you fall back onto the bed as he tossed the article to the growing mess on the floor. He wasted no time taking your nipple into his mouth, bucking his hips into your hand. You couldn’t keep from grinning at his neediness, contrary to the usual dominate demeanor he had in these situations.
You let your head fall back, sighing at the feeling of his mouth working at the sensitive bud. You removed your hand for long enough to push it beneath the waist of his pants, wrapping your fingers around his cock and stroking him slowly, your free hand coming up to tangle into his hair. You pulled at his hair, pulling him away from your breasts. He looked at you confused, but let you guide him to sit up enough that you could switch your position and push him back against the bed.
Your hand still worked at his cock as your straddled his waist, leaning down to kiss his neck. His head fell back against the mattress, his eyes shut and lips parted as he breathed heavily. His chest rose and fell as your lips found their way across it. You moved down his body, not stopping until you were on your knees on the floor between his legs. Tae propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at you with lustful eyes as you pulled his pants down and off.
His cock sprang up, slapping his stomach as soon as it was free from the constraints of his clothing. Your hands gripped his thighs as you leaned in, staring into his eyes as you licked a long strip up the length of his cock. He kept eye contact with you will you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around it.
You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, slowly taking more of him into your mouth, pressing your tongue against the underside to let spit roll down, catching at your hand. You used this to more easily stroke him, your hand touching whatever your mouth wasn’t. You moved slowly, though. Teasing him. Tasting his pre cum on your tongue.
He stared down at you intensely, his hands gripping the blanket on the bed, trying to keep from bucking his hips or grabbing your head. Finally you pushed your head as far down as it would go, taking him all the way in your mouth, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. His head fell back, a low groan in his throat as his hand came up, fingers tangling into your hair. He bucked his hips upward slowly, fucking your throat while obscenities fell from his lips.
You pulled back after a moment, catching your breath as you stroked him and kitten licked at the tip of his cock. He brought his head up, staring back down at you. His breathing was heavy, his eyes taking in every sinful moment of your actions until he couldn’t wait any longer.
He sat up, grabbing your jaw and pulling you to stand up. You let him guide you where he wanted you, your hands roaming along his shoulders and into his hair as he helped to remove the last remaining clothing you had. As soon as you were naked he pulled you back on top of him, his hand wrapping around your throat as he flipped you onto your back. He watched your face as he positioned himself between your legs, his free hand coming down to rub the tip of his cock against your folds, slick with your wetness.
You moaned, even at the small amount of friction, attempting to beg for more with your eyes. He smirked at you, obviously aware of your attempts.. but only teasing you further as he slapped the head of his cock against your clit. Your hips jumped, your breath catching in your throat.
“Please, Tae..” You groaned, your hands coming up to grip at his side.
“Please what?” He whispered lowly, his cock teasing at your entrance.
“Please fuck me.’ You begged, wiggling your hips. ‘I need you to fuck me.”
Before you really finished your sentence, without saying another word, he thrust into you roughly. You both tried to stifle your moans. He buried his face into the crook of your neck while your fingernails dug into his skin. He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, immediately picking up a hard and steady rhythm.
Your moans fell fluidly from your lips, the feeling of his thick cock stretching your pussy so suddenly only adding to your pleasure. He breathed heavily against your skin, his hands grabbing your hips tightly. You brought your hands to his hair, your fingers combing through it and tugging at it before they fell to his shoulders and down across his chest, once again touching every inch of skin you could. You wrapped your arms underneath his, your hands gripping his shoulders across his back as you mimicked his position, your face against the crook of his neck, stifling the loud moans that you could no longer control as the head of his cock found your g-stop.
You bit down on the soft skin at your lips, earning a heavy moan from Taehyung as he picked up his pace, thrusting into you hard and fast now. He pulled away from you, sitting up and gripping your hips again, his large hands pushing your body into the mattress as he fucked you relentlessly. You turned your head to the side, burying your face into the mattress as much as you could and covering your mouth with your hand. You could feel your orgasm coming, stronger than ever, your legs tensing and beginning to tremble.
“Fuck.. fuck—‘ You moaned, breathing heavily. ‘I’m gonna cum. Please—.. please don’t…” Your pleads were cut short by Tae grabbing your jaw, turning your head so that you were looking at him again.
He stared into your eyes, not slowing his thrusts. “Cum for me, baby.’ He nearly growled the words. ‘Cum on my cock.”
This was all it took to send your barreling over the edge, your head pushing back against the mattress, your legs shaking and your walls tightening around him. He caught your lips with his to keep you quiet, both of you moaning into the sloppy kiss. Your entire body trembled as he fucked you through your high, your nails digging into his sides.
The snap of his hips began to speed up, his breath catching and his moans becoming more shaky. You could tell that he was close, chasing his orgasm as yours still tingled through your body. You gripped him tightly, feeling yourself clenching around him as his cock throbbed inside of you. You pulled away from his mouth, your lips finding his ear.
“Cum inside of me,’ You moaned into his ear. ‘Please, I need it.”
His orgasm crashed down with a loud moan, one that had nothing to stifle it, and that you were able to savor completely. He buried his face into the crook of your neck again, his thrusts stuttering as he filled you with his cum. Without warning this sent you over the edge again, an orgasm that you had no time to prepare for washing over your body, You threw your head back against the bed, moaning as your hands came up to tangle into his hair. You began rolling your hips, meeting his thrusts as they slowed, both of you riding out the highs together.
As you both came down, his hips slowed to a stop and he pulled his face from your neck, breathing heavily as he stared down at you. You could still feel his cock throbbing, still inside of you. And you could feel his hips twitch every time your pussy clenched around him. He slowly pulled out of you, both of you sighing at the sensation. You felt his cum, warm, as it threatened to drip from your pussy.
Taehyung let his eyes fall between your legs, bringing his hand down so that two fingers could swipe through your folds, collecting his cum on his fingers and bringing it up to your mouth. You let your lips part, letting his fingers in and taking the mixture of both of your cum onto your tongue. You stared at him as you sucked every bit of your orgasm from his fingers, licking the length of the long digits once more as he pulled them from between your lips.
“God,’ He groaned, letting of a heavy sigh. ‘You are so fucking sexy.” He took hold of your face, leaning in and kissing you roughly, his tongue tasting every inch of your mouth before he pulled away, falling on his back next to you.
You breathed deeply for a moment, trying to calm yourself, then turned onto your side to face him, propped up on an elbow. You smirked at him, arching an eyebrow as you traced a finger along his chest.
Hii love ! I just finished reading ‘What are friends for' and I wanted to compliment your amazing writing ! I absolutely loved everything about this fic. The way it is mostly, all about y/n's pleasure, the way each character has their own comfort levels respected, the flow of the story, the impeccable writing of the smut/fluff scenes, it was insanely good.
Is there a chance of you writing a sequel or any other scenario involving these characters ? their dynamic is really interesting and I would love to see more of it.
Thank you so much sweetheart and take care! ♡
(ps : idk if this sent in double or not bc my phone turned off right as I hit ‘send’ lmfaoo, so I’m re-sending it just incase you didn’t receive it the first time !)
hiii! it's so funny that i haven't been on here in so long and just happen to log on the same day you send this!
thank you sm, i'm glad you liked it!!
i don't have anything PLANNED as a follow up for that one, i dont write a lot of reader inserts i just loved the idea so much i had to make it happen. but i also love the idea so much i'm 10000% down to write more. i could probably write a whole book about them adkljslfkdjg i will keep them in mind and hopefully come up with something soon!
☁ Warnings: Descriptions of violence (nothing too graphic), and drugs
☁ Word Count: 2k+
☁ A/N: Once again, things are moving a lil fast so we can get to the spicy stuff. Stick w me.
☁ Part: 4/?
Part One ☁ Part Two ☁ Part Three
After their night getting to know each other, things in the Min-Jung household had gotten a lot more comfortable. Despite knowing that Yoongi had done some terrible things in his life, for some reason his honesty soothed Hoseok's nerves. He felt like he could breathe a little better, not having to worry about who was in his house, as well as who was outside of it. The thick uncomfortable air between them was gone and they were acting much more like friends now.
They had breakfast together in the mornings, and dinner at night. Hoseok asked Yoongi how work was, and only rolled his eyes a little when the hyung went on an hour long rant about it. Yoongi complimented Hoseok's cooking and made a million jokes about him being a housewife.
In fact, Yoongi was almost shocked when he came home to find Hoseok sprawled on the couch rather than cooking.
"So you want me to starve?" Yoongi asked dramatically as he plopped down next to him.
"I can't have my husband just expecting dinner as soon as he gets home."
Yoongi nodded.. fair point.
"Plus, sometimes I like to be lazy too." Hoseok couldn't help but tease him about his leisurely approach to life, though he found himself envying it.
Now Yoongi glared, pushing the other playfully.
"I'm ordering pizza." He said finally, jumping off the couch.
"Idea!" Hoseok chimed, sitting up straight, pointing at Yoongi who had frozen halfway across the room. "Cliche movie night. You can't say no."
Yoongi rolled his eyes but smiled to himself as he ordered the pizza. When it arrived he paid the delivery boy and brought it to the living room, a bottle of wine in hand as well.
"Should I be worried that you're a wine-o?" Hoseok snarked, but opening the bottle himself.
"We'll be alcoholics together." Yoongi winked, sitting down and digging into the pizza. "What movie are we watching?"
"The Ring. I saw it on Netflix and it's been years since I've seen it.. I couldn't resist."
Yoongi huffed, sitting back against the couch with the corners of his mouth pulling into a frown as the movie started.
They were halfway through the movie now, pizza picked over and the wine bottle emptied. Hoseok was practically in Yoongi's lap, gripping to his shirt-jumping and screaming at every scary part.
"Why did you put this movie on?! I hate scary movies!" Hoseok complained, staring at the screen with wide eyes.
"You put it on!" Yoongi argued, shaking his head. "I hate them too."
"I'm turning it off!" Hoseok stated, leaning forward to grab the remote off of the coffee table just as a jump scare happened on screen. He yelped and jumped, grabbing Yoongi again. But he was already halfway off of the couch and neither of them could stop the inevitable. They fell off of the couch together.
A loud thud sounds as they fall and Hoseok's face turns up with pain as he realizes he hit his head on the coffee table.
"Oh my god, are you okay?!" Yoongi asks, cupping his head just above his ear, their faces inches apart as he stares into the others eyes, not even realizing he was now on top of him-straddling his hips.
“Yeah….. I’m alright..” Hoseok says quietly, his brown eyes staring up into Yoongi's matching ones. With his eyes on him, Yoongi notices their position.
“Oh shit..” He mumbles, trying to get up now, but Hoseok’s hands move to his thighs, his fingers gripping the back of his knee, making him stop.
Yoongi’s lips part, to say something.. but the words don’t come out. He simply stays, staring down at the younger male.
Hoseok barely thinks about his next move, going with his instinct and reaching up, cupping Yoongi's jaw with one hand, pulling him down into a gentle kiss.
Hoseok can tell Yoongi is surprised, he doesn't react for a moment, his lips still as Hoseok presses his own against them. But, to Hoseok's relief, it doesn't take long for Yoongi to kiss him back.
Their lips move together, the kiss growing heated and more fevered by the second. Soon, though their position is the same, they move to the couch. Hoseok is seated beneath the older male, his hands pushed beneath his shirt and roaming along his sides, his finger tips skating across smooth skin. Yoongi lets his hands wander as well, traveling down Hoseok's clothed chest and only slipping under his shirt slightly. Hoseok’s skin warms as the others fingers ghost just above the waist of his jeans, truthfully making his head spin. He doesn't know that Yoongi is on fire.
Hoseok pulls away from the kiss, letting his lips trail from his lips and along his jaw. He places an open kiss just below the angle of his jaw. His hands travel downward, gripping handfuls of Yoongi’s ass as he licks a strip where he had just kissed.
Yoongi gasps, his hips moving without his permission, rolling against Hoseok's.
Hoseok nearly groans as the sound escapes Yoongi's lips, but he can’t help but chuckle, looking up at the older male whose cheeks and lips are both tinted red. “Still arguing with my baby boy guess?”
“Shut up.” Yoongi huffs, letting his head fall so that his forehead rests on the others shoulder. His breath comes out more rapid, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to clear the fuzziness swirling in his brain.
Hoseok's head falls back against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling as he thought about their situation. About this situation in particular. He can't decide if he's making a mistake, half of his mind tells him he's not, his body definitely tells him he's not. But the logical part of his mind, the fearful part, tells him not to get this close.
He feels Yoongi's head turn and soon his lips are pressed against Hoseok's newly exposed neck. Hoseok hums at the feeling, his eyes closing.
"Yoongi.." He trails off, his hands moving to the older males hips, gripping them in more of a 'wait' way than a 'don't stop' way. Yoongi can tell what's happening.
He sits up, blinking down at Hoseok without speaking.
"Maybe we shouldn't." Hoseok says finally, barely able to register what expression Yoongi might have as the other man shifted quickly from his position on his lap, sitting next to him.
"It's not anything personal-" He starts, but Yoongi cuts him off quickly, shaking his head.
"No, dude, you're good." He smiles, a kind of.. obnoxious smirk that comes with a man with too much pride. "You're right, this,' He motions between them, shaking his head. "terrible idea."
Even though Hoseok is thinking the same thing, even though he was the one who stopped everything, hearing Yoongi say it brought on that aching feeling of stupidity. His lips parted to speak, but before he could say anything, Yoongi was talking again.
"It's late. I'm going to head to bed." He said, standing up and avoiding eye contact with Hoseok. But he wasn't accepting that, he refused to let them go back to being uncomfortable around each other. Hoseok caught Yoongi's hand before he walked away, his long fingers wrapped around the mans thin wrist.
Yoongi looked at him now, chewing on the inside of his lower kip, his brows furrowed and annoyance barely masking the embarrassment in his eyes.
"I'll see you at breakfast?" Hoseok asked, staring up at the older male who stayed quiet for a beat longer than Hoseok would have liked.
"Yeah. Breakfast. Goodnight."
Hoseok let go of his wrist, letting his hand fall into his lap as he watched him disappear up the stairs.
Yoongi stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, still fully clothed and laying flat on his back on top of the blankets on his bed. His chest felt heavy, the heaviness of embarrassment.
He didn't know what he was thinking. Why he even let Hoseok kiss him in the first place.
Why did Hoseok even kiss him if he was going to say it was a bad idea? Decide it's a bad idea before you do it. Yoongi mentally yelled this statement across the hall.
But it was a bad idea, he knew that. They were going to be stuck here together for who knows how long, why would they make it even more awkward? Why would they make it harder to separate?
Yoongi shook his head, shaking whatever ridiculous thoughts he was having out of it. He rolled off of his bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket and throwing it on the bed before pulling his clothes off. As he threw the clothes into a pile on the floor he started to register that his phone was vibrating more than he had probably ever heard it.
He padded back across the room, sitting on the bed and picking up his phone, looking down at the too-bright screen.
10 missed calls from 2 unknown numbers in the past hour and just as many text from both numbers.
This was a new phone. Detective Kim had given it to him when he brought him to Busan. So every number was unknown, he was pretty sure that the only numbers he had saved were Hoseok's and Detective Kim's. But.. how would anyone else have this number?
As he considered who it might be, maybe a wrong number, a new text came through.
This isn't a joke - JK
Yoongi's brows furrowed, his mouth pulling into a frown.
JK. It couldn't be.
He unlocked the phone, scrolling through all of the missed messages.
Hey call me asap - RM
Call me, man - JK
This is kind of important - RM
Fr dude text us back - JK
Did ur phone explode? Is that why u cant reply? Only logical reason- RM
Im bout to just let ur ass get fucked up - JK
Yoongi stopped reading, blinking at the messages. His leg shook as he turned over his options in his mind. Was he allowed to talk to them? He didn't ask. How did they even get this number? Surely whatever was going on wasn't as bad as they were making it out to be.. not for him anyway. No one knew where we was, if Jaehyun's guys were causing problems that was RM and JK's problem now.
Before he could decide how he felt, his phone was ringing again. He was pretty sure it was RM's number. His hand didn't give his brain time to think before he answered the call and pressed the phone to his ear.
"What?" He spat into the phone, trying not to be too loud.
"Suga, man. What the fuck? You can't answer the phone?"
He was correct, it was RM's number.
"I was busy. What's the problem?"
The line was silent, he could practically hear the gears in RM's mind working.
"Just fucking tell him." He heard JK say across the line, muffled by the distance.
"Jaehyun knows where you are." He said finally, the sound of him swallowing made Yoongi's mouth feel dry.
"We heard he knows you turned him in, and where you are. We didn't even know you were gone until we came looking for you. Did you just skip town or something? Whats-"
"Shut the fuck up." RM was rambling now, and it didn't help Yoongi think.
"How would he know I'm in Busan?"
"You're in Busan? Why?" RM asked, Yoongi could hear JK defending his hometown in the background.
"You just fucking said everyone knows where I am, RM?!"
"Nooooo. I said Jaehyun knows where you are. No one told us shit."
Yoongi sighed heavily letting his head fall into one of his hands and his eyes squeeze shut.
"How did you get this number?" He questioned, hoping to figure out one shred of this fucked up mystery.
"Some guy gave it to me when I went by your apartment. I was walking out and he said 'here's his new number' and handed me a piece of paper. I just assumed he was a neighbor or some shit."
Great, that was even more confusing. Yoongi barely made eye contact with his neighbors, much less spoke to them. And he sure as hell wasn't leaving his forwarding address with them.
"Look..' Yoongi started, but stopped short, rubbing his palm against his face. 'Just.. keep your mouths shut. I'll figure this out. Just don't mention Busan or this number to anyone. Understand?"
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