Warnings: slight (and unfounded) concerns of infidelity
Genre: fluff, slow burn, makerspace AU
Word count: 864 words
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A/N: This is a very lax series. I am not editing it as I go as it is mostly a pleasure project. I totally understand if unedited isn't your thing!
Initially appalled by Yoongi coming in on one of his off days, Namjoon quickly became the smuggest bastard Yoongi ever knew. He was laughing and smiling and started suggesting the strangest things possible for Yoongi to teach Taehyung how to make.
Like those wooden hearts from the Sims.
Because it would be a super subtle show of Yoongi's undying love for Taehyung.
Yoongi just planned to use the scrap wood and make a few picture frames. Perhaps teach Taehyung how to properly stain a wood too.
Namjoon didn't stop booing Yoongi until Taehyung entered and sauntered over to Yoongi with a large boxy smile.
"Taehyung. You can't wear that into the maker space." Namjoon said before Yoongi could even process how beautiful Taehyung's smile was today.
And then Yoongi was struggling to process Taehyung entering wearing simple black pants and a fuzzy pink cardigan... But nothing under it. Collarbones and the smoothe expanse of chest were peaking out as Taehyung turned to whine to Namjoon. So much tanned skin exposed.
Now. Let it be known that Yoongi is NOT a prude. He loves a shirtless guy as much as the next.
There was just something about the sauntering confidence and high class glam that Taehyung wove together while being practically naked in a makers space that left Yoongi's brain malfunctioning.
How was Yoongi expected to teach Taehyung anything if he was one glance away from seeing beautiful pectorals???
Taehyung and Jimin must have been laughing meniacly when Taehyung got ready today. And for what?
Yoongi couldn't find any reason in the small rerpive while Taehyung was forced into a spare shirt the makers space kept for when people broke the dress code.
Taehyung still managed to torture Yoongi throughout the entire lesson despite him not being one move from blessing Yoongi. He stuck close by for all the instructions, asked careful questions, and seemed to need constant help... Which involved Yoongi setting his hands on Taehyung's and showing him the smoothe motions needed to work the handsaw and tiny hammer.
In the few moments where Yoongi wasn't fully focused on Taehyung, Yoongi could see Namjoon eating popcorn and watching them.
Mother fucker.
By the time three photo frames were made and drying, Yoongi was practically holding himself from leaving the country and starting his life all over elsewhere. Maybe he could become a semi professional basketball player with just enough fame to earn him sponsorships but not enough to be found by Namjoom, Taehyung, or Jimin ever.
Alas, before a visa could be applied for on his phone, Taehyung was prattling away about various restaurants nearby that they could be going to.
Oh.
Yeah.
Food.
Taehyung was treating Yoongi with food for helping him.
Well... Maybe the international travel could wait until after.
It was hell to wait for Taehyung to change. Namjoon was vibrating in Yoongi's pariferal vision as he tried to get Yoongi's attention. Tough luck. He'd only be able to torture Yoongi during their next ten hour shift together. Not sooner.
Yoongi wouldn't even answer any texts or calls (about this. But when Namjoon inevitably messages about burning all his food, Yoongi will be by).
Given, all these plans are only possible if Yoongi survives this meal. Which Yoongi realized was a small chance when Taehyung exited the bathroom and somehow looked even prettier than when he entered the make space today.
How was it possible?
Taehyung's hair was fluffier than before from the many instances he tried to get it out of his face during the lesson and his smile?
Safe to say Yoongi's heart was melting.
Oh no. Today will be horrible.
And... Shit. Taehyung is with Jimin. At least Yoongi is 90% sure he is and that's too sure for Yoongi to allowing these feelings to continue.
This meal will be the last time he talks to Taehyung. It has to be.
So Yoongi left the make space with his head held high and angled away from Namjoon.
And so Yoongi suffers the whole time during the meal. It was a small dumpling shop and while the food seemed good (Taehyung sure moaned enough for Yoongi to understand it was objectively great), the food felt like rocks in his stomach. As did the water and the laughter.
People so often got this idea of Yoongi as a tough guy but Yoongi is spineless. He's kind to a fault, his rough anger and rage of teenage years washed down to soft compassion for everyone. He just had a resting bitch face.
So please scream at Yoongi for allowing Taehyung to feed him a bite of a dumpling. And hit him for allowing Taehyung to hold his hand when they went on a walk later. And skin Yoongi alive for sending a text when he got home. Just a simple "I got home. Thank you for the food. It was nice."
No emojis.
Besides... Taehyung asked for it, and how can Yoongi say no to him.
Ding
Taehyung 💋: It was sooooo lovely~~ 😍
Taehyung 💋: ur pretty when u blush!
Taehyung 💋: thanks for the walk after!!!! ❤️
Fuck.
Please kill Yoongi for blushing more and throwing his phone.
Genre: Enemies to Lovers (feat. a shared bed trope moment 😏)
Word Count: 1.9K
A/N: requested by @agustverse for my follower milestone celebration! I hope you love it bestie 💜
This is the last of my follower milestone drabbles! These have been so fun to write for y’all. Thank you for all of the love and support ✨
“I’m sorry, I must have misheard you,” you said in polite disbelief, “I thought I heard you say that the reservation got mixed up.” Your smile was wavering, quickly losing patience as the hotel receptionist nervously clicked through her computer program.
“My sincere apologies, ma’am, but there is nothing I can do. The reservation for the wedding block clearly states that the maid of honor and best man are to share a room. The rest of the hotel is booked, I’m afraid,” the receptionist gulped, pushing her glasses up her nose anxiously.
“Oh, come on, Y/N, it won’t be so bad. We can cuddle,” you looked over at Taehyung, brown leather jacket slung over his shoulder, a lollipop in his right hand. He popped it back into his mouth, shooting you a wink as you glared at him.
Kim Taehyung—best man and a ranking member of your Top 10 Least Favorite People. Your best friend’s fiancé, Park Jimin, and him had been friends for years. Unfortunately for you, that meant seeing him on birthdays, at holiday parties, nights out with your bestie and Jimin—he was always there. And now apparently, he was spending the wedding weekend sharing the same hotel room as you.
“We will do no such thing,” you responded, shuddering at the thought. “You better keep it in your pants long enough to get through this weekend.” Taehyung held his hands up, feigning innocence.
Over the past few years, you had gotten used to seeing Taehyung with numerous women. Pretty girls seemed to throw themselves at him. His nonchalant attitude about it and inability to stop flirting with everyone, including you, was one of the many reasons you disliked having him around.
You turned back to the receptionist. “Fine, it’s only two nights.” She handed you the keys to your room with an apologetic smile. You passed one to Taehyung, shoving past him with your suitcase to head to the elevator. You heard him thank the receptionist before following you.
“Don’t be like that, sweetheart,” Taehyung said, beating you to the elevator door as it opened, holding it for you. You rolled his eyes at his attempt to be gallant. “The bride and groom wanted us to get along this weekend, anyway. Think of it as a crash course in bonding with me.”
You punched the number four on the elevator panel, the doors closing, trapping you inside with Taehyung.
“I would rather stab my eye with a fork than bond with you, Taehyung.” He let out a loud laugh at that one. “I am here because my best friend is getting married. I refuse to let you ruin this weekend for me.”
“Same here, sweetheart. We’re all here for the happy couple.”
You ignored him as you made your way down the hotel hallway, opening the door to your shared room, groaning as you saw the one large bed against the wall.
“Of course,” you mumbled sarcastically under your breath.
“See? I told you we could cuddle,” Taehyung said, breath tickling your neck as he spoke too close to you. You flinched away from him in annoyance.
“Whatever. Just stay out of my way, alright?”
“Anything for you.”
48 hours to go.
---
Between checking on the bride and locking yourself in the bathroom to get ready for the rehearsal dinner, you successfully avoided Taehyung as he lounged on the bed and flipped through the channels on the hotel television.
You stepped out of the bathroom, hairspray and perfume mixing in the air in an invisible cloud behind you.
“Alright, your turn,” you said to Taehyung, packing your clutch purse for the evening. You didn’t hear him moving from his spot on the bed, so you turned around, ready to remind him that he only had an hour before he had to be on his best behavior fulfilling his best man duties. His gaze had gotten soft as he looked at you, his lips upturned at the side in a small smile. “What are you looking at?” He snapped out of it at your tone, hopping off the bed like nothing had happened. He put his hand on your hip as he passed you, the space tight between the bed and the dresser in the small room. Your skin tingled underneath the light pressure of his fingertips.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” Taehyung said, closing the door to the bathroom with a resounding click.
44 hours to go.
---
The rehearsal dinner was a success. Everything was in place for tomorrow—all you had to do was make sure your best friend made it down the aisle.
Well, and not strangle your unexpected roommate in the meantime.
You fluffed your pillows, trying, and failing, to get comfortable.
“Would you stop fidgeting and go to sleep?” Tae asked, voice muffled by his own pillow.
“I’m trying,” you hissed. “Maybe it would help if you stopped hogging all of the blankets.” You yanked the covers over to your side of the bed, trying to get an even share.
“If you need me to keep you warm, all you have to do is ask,” Taehyung offered, tone laced with mischief. You didn’t need to turn your head to know he was smirking in the darkness. You huffed, choosing to ignore him.
Rolling over, you pulled the comforter up under your chin, closing your eyes tightly.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” Taehyung cooed.
“Goodnight,” you grumpily responded.
39 hours to go.
---
Taehyung woke up to hair brushing against his cheek, arm wrapped snuggly around a soft, warm figure. He buried his face into his pillow, breathing in the smell of lavender-scented shampoo, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the silky material underneath the palm of his hand.
His eyes shot open when he realized who was next to him. Fingers freezing against you, he pulled his arm away slowly, trying not to wake you. You’d kill him if you found out the two of you woke up cuddling like this. You’d definitely kill him if you found out that he wished he could stay like this all morning.
He quietly got out of bed, placing the blanket back over your sleeping form, brushing your hair away from your face with a gentle touch. You stirred slightly but didn’t wake up.
Taehyung was gone before your alarm went off.
32 hours to go.
---
“Sleep well last night?” Taehyung asked, startling you. You hadn’t seen him all day as you got ready with the other bridesmaids and the bride. You looked him over, handsome as ever in his black tux, annoyingly perfect. You noticed his bowtie was slightly crooked, tsking at him as you placed your bouquet down to fix it for him.
“I slept fine, thank you,” you said politely, fixing his tie, hands patting his chest when you were satisfied with your handiwork. You tried to pull away, but Taehyung’s right hand reached up to grab yours before you could. He leaned down kissing the back of your hand delicately. You looked at him, shocked.
“You look beautiful, Y/N,” he complimented you, standing up. You gaped at him, slightly flushed by the genuine compliment.
“Shall we?” he asked, handing you your bouquet and holding out his arm for you to take for the processional down the aisle.
“I-uh-yes,” you cleared your throat, “Yes, let’s go,” you said, swallowing thickly.
You blamed the butterflies in your stomach on nerves.
You hoped the fact that Taehyung kept stealing glances at you during the ceremony was because you had too much blush on or something.
You ignored the fact that he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky.
You pretended that you didn’t like it.
26 hours to go.
---
Taehyung ran after you outside of the venue, eyes frantic with worry.
“There you are, Y/N, I have been looking everywhere for you! What the hell are you doing out here?” Taehyung asked, shrugging out of his suit jacket so he could drape it around your shoulders.
You took a deep breath.
“I just needed some air,” you explained, staring down at the ground.
Lies.
You needed to get away from him. Away from his gaze. Away from his hands that felt so right in yours as you slow danced together at the insistence of the newly married couple. Away from how confused you felt at this person that you loathed. You did loath him, right? Despite the fact that he made you laugh, never let you walk home by yourself at night when the four of you would go out to the bars, remembered your favorite foods, always smelled so good…you loathed him…didn’t you?
“It’s freezing out here, come back inside,” Taehyung insisted, holding out his hand for you to take, to help you up from the cold metal bench and lead you back inside.
“Don’t you have a bridesmaid to flirt with? Why are you out here looking for me?” You questioned, standing up on your own. Taehyung dropped his hand, clenching it in a fist at his side. “Every wedding I have ever been to that you’ve attended has ended with you flirting with one of the bride’s friends. Shouldn’t you be doing that instead of standing out here with me?”
Taehyung grimaced at your tone.
“That’s not fair.”
“Isn’t it, though? Don’t you think I’ve noticed how every time we all go out together, you end up going home with some girl?”
“Stop it.”
“What? I’m telling the truth,” you scoffed, kicking at a pebble on the ground with your heeled shoe. You refused to look at him. “I’m just wondering who you would be taking back to your room if you weren’t sharing it with me.”
“I don’t want to be with anyone else!” Taehyung suddenly exclaimed. You looked up at him, watching as he ran a hand through his hair in agitation. He stepped toward you. You wanted to step away, but you stubbornly stood your ground. Taehyung looked down at you, sighing in frustration. “Don’t you get it?”
“Get what, Tae?” The nickname slipped past your lips before you could stop it. His eyes widened slightly, pupils blown out with frustration and something you couldn’t name. He looked away for a second, breathing deeply before turning back to you. He placed his hands on your cheeks, looking at you like he had all throughout the ceremony.
“I don’t want to go back to my room with anyone but you, sweetheart,” Taehyung said, thumbs stroking the flushed skin of your face, the annoying pet name that he always used with you suddenly sounding much sweeter than it had before. “I haven’t in a long time.”
“Oh,” you breathed out, shocked at the turn of events. “Oh.”
“This isn’t exactly how I intended to tell you,” Taehyung said, smiling shyly at you. “But will you please come back inside so I can keep flirting with you until you realize, deep down, that you feel the same?”
You rolled your eyes at his presumptuousness, but there was no real fire behind it.
“Please, like your flirting has ever worked on me,” you countered, smirking at him. Tae smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek, catching you off guard.
“No? Is that why you’re blushing?” he teased.
“Shut up,” you grumbled, letting him take your hand in his and lead you back inside.
“Make me,” he winked at you.
24 hours to go…until your first official date, at least.
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (+best friend! Yoongi)
Genre: Fluff, a sprinkle of Angst
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: Mentions of y/n being on her period and gaining weight. Mentions of drugs. Use of names like 'Daddy' and slightly suggestive conversations. Yoongi being overly excited and giddy over the whole deal.
Summary: Over a year into your marriage with Taehyung, you finally get the chance to break the good news to him.
A/n: Requested by sweet @taehyungfics || I had begun writing this so many months ago, and I so clearly remember getting ready to post this one night and that was when I found out my grandma was diagnosed with cancer, so I had little to no time to finish up this story. So here it is! Thank you for waiting so patiently for this one!!
This is written as a sequel to One + One = Three and can also be read as a sequel to this little piece.
“Hi bubba,” Yoongi smiled softly at you, welcoming you into his arms with a gentle pat to your head. “How are you?”
“I’m great,” you grinned back at him, patting his arms. “You’ve been working out.”
“You noticing that is making my ego inflate, careful now,” Yoongi joked, ushering you into the house and closing the door.
“As it should. Where’s everyone?”
“All the way in the bedroom. They’ve all piled onto my bed, the A/c’s stopped working in all the other rooms and the weather is too hot.”
“It sure is,” you whispered, more to yourself because Yoongi had disappeared briefly into the kitchen. You slipped your shoes off, placing your bag and keys by the table beside the door. Yoongi had returned by then, offering you a bottle of iced water.
“My lifesaver,” you groaned in pleasure, accepting the bottle from him with a playful salute.
“Might wanna be careful with your words there,” he chuckled. “I have no doubt Taehyung would trample me to death if he hears you call me that.”
“He wouldn’t,” you laughed lightly, shaking your head at Yoongi.
“Whatever you say,” he sang with a smirk, gesturing towards his bedroom. “Let get out of this furnace already.”
~
The moment you entered, Taehyung’s face lit up, jumping off of the bed without a second thought, no doubt sacrificing his precious spot on the mattress which Jungkook soon claimed. The bed was too small to fit seven people and Jungkook had no shame in admitting that his ass had probably flattened a few inches by sitting on the floor for so long.
Taehyung took you under his arm, grinning down at you and holding your hand up to place a gentle kiss over your knuckles.
“Hi, wifey.”
“Hey, hubby,” you giggled, giving his hand a squeeze.
He gazed down at the ring on your left finger, a simple gold band that matched with the one he had on his own finger. It amazed him that of all the possible designs in the world, you had fallen in love with the simplest one, a magnificent shine to the metal that had now made its home over your finger. Taehyung let his thumb trace the ring, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips until he was smiling widely, his eyes squinting at the action.
“It’s been a year, yet I can’t believe we’re married.”
“It’s a new journey,” you chuckled lightly. “We’ve known each other for so long that our marriage seems like a door that we simply walked through.”
“Are you guys going to keep standing there?”
Your head snapped over to the corner of the room where Hoseok was seated – on the floor – propped up against the window with his phone in his hand.
“Hi, Hobi,” you chuckled, waving at him.
“Hey, darling.”
“We’re here, too,” Jimin pouted, pointing at the four men who had somehow placed themselves over the bed, fitting into each other like puzzle blocks.
“Hi guys,” you laughed, waving at each one of them.
“Hiiii,” they all greeted you in sync, which brought a big smile to your face.
“You’re glowing, (Y/n),” Namjoon observed, pointing towards your skin. Taehyung took another look at your face after Namjoon spoke, gently turning you to face him.
“You are,” he confirmed with a soft smile. “New skin care products?”
“It’s love,” you giggled, pinching him in the ribs. From somewhere, you heard someone gag at the way you were flirting with Taehyung, but you didn’t mind.
“We’ll have to get a chair or something,” Yoongi muttered distractedly, pointing around the room. “There’s no place for (Y/n) to sit.”
“So much for gender equality,” Hoseok snorted, glaring at Yoongi. “You’re willing to bring a chair for (Y/n) but you don’t mind me sitting on the floor?”
“Shut up.”
“(Y/n), you can take my place,” Namjoon was about to get up, but you quickly shook your head.
“No, don’t worry about it, I’ll help Yoongi get a few chairs, there’s four people without a seat.”
“I’m so happy you noticed,” Hoseok sighed into his hands, rolling onto the floor to lie down. “My ass hurts so much.”
“I’ll help you,” Taehyung mumbled, looking into your eyes with concern. “The chairs would be heavy.”
“They aren’t,” Yoongi intervened. “They’re foldable. Very light.”
Your eyebrows raised in Taehyung’s direction.
“They’re light.”
“I can still help,” he offered kindly.
“You could help us by making us a few drinks,” Yoongi suggested. “It’s too hot and you’re good at making drinks.”
“He’s right,” you agreed with Yoongi, shrugging your shoulders in Taehyung’s direction. Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed together in thought, taking a good twenty seconds before he nodded with two determined claps.
“Okay! Lemonade for everyone today!”
“Do we have whiskey?” Jimin asked.
“No drinks today.”
“We didn’t ask you,” Jungkook smacked Jin’s thigh, which pulled a loud yelp from the eldest.
“Hey!”
“No drinks today,” Yoongi confirmed, nodding in Taehyung’s direction. “It’s too hot to be drinking. Lemonade should be perfect.”
“Okay!”
“I want some ice-cream,” Jungkook whined into the mattress. “Everything is burning.”
“I want some too,” Hoseok piped up.
“Should I go get some?” Namjoon asked. Two heads popped up in an instant, expectant eyes staring back at Namjoon.
“Would you?”
“In this heat?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow.
“Uh,” Namjoon reconsidered. “I take my words back.”
The two boys whined in dismay, big pouts covering their faces.
“You’re no fun!”
You laughed at the way they all interacted, patting Taehyung’s arm and pushing him towards the door.
“Let’s get going.”
~
“What’re you doing?”
You turned to look at Yoongi who was standing by the window, holding a hand above his eyes and squinting at you through the blazing sun.
“Come back in! You’ll get sunburnt!”
“Yoongi, there’s an injured bird here! I can’t leave it out in the heat!”
Yoongi sighed, shaking his head at your concern. He was almost about to tell you to let it be, but one look at the frown on your face made him give up, slipping his feet into his sandals and rushing down the stairs to come help you.
“The leg is broken,” you whispered dreadfully when Yoongi kneeled beside you. He was a little hesitant to touch the pigeon but you had already gripped it in your hands, gently stroking its head in an attempt to comfort it.
“Poor thing,” he muttered under his breath, feeling the sun drain his energy quickly like it was sucking it up through a straw that was attached to his skull.
“Let’s take it back in.”
“Yeah, we should – ah.”
Yoongi’s eyes widened in panic when you doubled over in discomfort. “What’s wrong?”
You winced, placing the pigeon on the floor briefly to press both of your hands into your stomach.
“It’s… uh,” you trailed off, not knowing how to explain it to Yoongi.
“You’re in pain? Where is it? How bad is it?”
“It’s normal,” you mumbled, avoiding his eye.
“Are you on your period?” He looked worried.
“No,” you shook your head.
“Then?” Yoongi frowned deeply, placing a soft hand over your shoulder. “How is this normal?”
“It’s… normal. The doctor said that it happens sometimes.”
“You’ve been to the doctor? Is it serious?”
Yoongi raised a hand to wipe at the sweat that was dripping down the side of your face, holding a hand out to shield you from the scorching heat.
“Yoongi,” you bit your lip, looking away. “It’s… uhm.”
“I’m not trying to be offensive,” he held a hand up in the air to make sure you knew he was being serious. “But you’ve put on a little weight. I noticed when I hugged you. Is something wrong? I’ve never seen you this way in the eight years that I’ve known you.”
“Oh,” you laughed lightly, nodding at Yoongi. “Yeah, I have gained some weight. Taehyung noticed it too, but he would never say.”
Yoongi simply gave you a look, awaiting an explanation. You looked back down at the bird, settling onto the burning ground and taking it back into your hands.
“(Y/n), if you aren’t feeling well, we should go back in. It’s too hot, you might feel drained.”
“There’s something that I needed to tell you,” you mumbled, stroking the head of the pigeon delicately. “Usually, I have Taehyung to talk to. But this is something that I needed to discuss with someone else first.”
“Are you terminally sick?” Yoongi asked in a dreadful whisper.
“No!” you yelped, eyes wide in horror. “No. I’m not. Thank God for that.”
“Yeah,” he sighed softly, settling onto the ground as well. He placed his feet flat on the floor so that his bare thighs and calves wouldn’t touch the burning concrete.
“You can tell me anything bubba,” Yoongi smiled a little, giving you a nod of reassurance. “You’ve been our friend for the longest time. There’s no doubt we’ve taken you as our little sister.”
“Oh,” you laughed lightly at his words. “That’s…great to know.”
“Exactly. Now what is it that you cannot tell Taehyung before us? Is he drinking a lot?”
“He doesn’t drink much,” you shook your head. “It’s not about him, actually.”
“Oh?” His eyebrows raised. “Are you drinking too much?”
“No, Yoongi,” you chuckled, reaching forward to slap his arm gently. “Let me just tell you before you start guessing everything that’s not happening.”
“Okay.”
“Remember a year ago when we were at the restaurant for our weekly dinners? Taehyung suddenly told me that he wanted to have a baby with me?”
“Are you pregnant?” Yoongi asked you straight away.
“Let me build the suspense for heaven’s sake!” you exclaimed with a loud laugh. “Why are you so quick at everything?”
“So you are pregnant.”
“Maybe I am.”
“Oh my gosh,” he gushed, shooting up right away and pulling you into a hug. “Oh my gosh!”
“You sound like a girl,” you teased him lightly, keeping the pigeon out of the way so that it wouldn’t get crushed between the two of you.
“Congratulations! I’m so happy for you, bubba!”
“Thank you,” you chuckled fondly. “I am too.”
He gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. “How long has it been since you found out?”
“I found out last month, but I’ve been pregnant for almost three months now.”
Yoongi gasped lowly. “You must’ve found it so difficult to keep this to yourself. How do you feel?”
“I feel… great,” you giggled into your palm. “There’s something else you need to know.”
“What is it?”
“I’ll tell you later, though. I feel like Taehyung deserves to know this first. But I need your help to break the news to him.”
“I’ve been born ready.”
~
“Yeah, we’ll go.”
“I’m coming too!”
“Me too! I’ve been craving for some ice-cream.”
“I’m going in for a shower. Too hot.”
“Wait-”
“Should we take hyung’s car?”
“I’m driving.”
“But where-”
“We’ll be back in an hour, tops.”
“Two. I’m going to get some dinner on the way back.”
“I’ll join.”
“But why are-”
“We should get going! Bye Taehyung. Bye (Y/n)!”
“We’ll see you in a bit.”
“Wait!”
“Where are the keys?”
“In your hand, you blind bat.”
With a loud commotion, five of the members scrambled their way past the front door, the clicking sound of it closing preceding a tense silence. Yoongi had already slipped into his bedroom quietly with an excuse to have a shower, hiding away his smirk behind the glass of iced water that he was sipping from.
The plan was going well.
Taehyung looked baffled. He stood beside you with his mouth hanging open, too confused as to how the boys who were sitting on the floor playing the sixth round of UNO suddenly decided that they couldn’t stay in the house for more than a hot minute.
Taehyung turned to look at you with his eyebrows pinched together.
“What just happened?”
“I have no idea,” you lied easily with a simply laugh. Taehyung didn’t think much of it, shaking his head and taking your hand to walk back to the couch.
“Whatever, I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m a part of a band filled with a bunch of lunatics.”
“Don’t be mean,” you giggled, pinching his ribs. He jerked away from you in surprise, giving you a look.
“I’m being mean now?”
“Sorry,” you chuckled, pulling him back towards you. For the first time ever since the boys left, he took a proper look at your face, carefully analyzing your expression.
“I suppose you’re not a part of whatever drugs they’ve been on, right?”
You guffawed at his words, throwing your head back and cackling loudly. “I don’t do drugs, and neither do they, silly.”
“…okay.”
“You don’t believe me? I don’t even know the names of half of the drugs out there, bro.”
“Bro,” Taehyung snorted, looking up at the ceiling to hold in an imaginary nosebleed. “All these years and I’ve become your bro.”
“It’s a habit,” you chuckled lightly. “Sorry… bro.”
“Oh, how the times have changed,” he sniffled dramatically. “I’ve been called ‘brother’ by my beloved wife. How tasty does that sound?”
“And the Oscar goes to…” you patted your thighs, mimicking a drumroll. “Kim Taehyung!”
“I mean,” he suddenly smirked. “We have been playing around with names in our relationship, haven’t we?”
“I know what you mean, naughty,” you covered your mouth in mock shame. “You seemed to have liked a certain nickname quite a bit.”
“Oh, I really did,” he bit his lip, closing his eyes and shaking his head at the memory. “Daddy. Ooh la la!”
“Have you gotten used to it?”
“Not really,” he admitted with a shy laugh. “It catches me off-guard every time you call me that.”
“You might have to get used to it,” you hinted with a light blush.
Taehyung’s eyebrows shot into his hairline.
“I see…” he trailed off skeptically. “Is that why the boys suddenly left? You wanted to have some fun?”
“Maybe I did,” you giggled like a little girl.
“And you call me naughty,” he teased you with a heavy smirk. “We would’ve been home in a few hours anyway. But then again,” he rolled his eyes. “I know how irresistible I can be at times.”
“Right,” you scoffed.
“Do you disagree?”
“Certainly not.”
“So you agree that I’m irresistible?”
You nodded.
“Irresistible enough to send the boys away? To have some fun?”
You nodded again.
“Yoongi hyung is literally in his room.”
“He knows, too.”
Taehyung gasped. “Ooooh.”
“Yeah.”
“But for today, I refuse to have you call me daddy. It’s weird. I’m in my hyung’s house. If he ever hears that, he’s never going to let me live it down.”
“If he ever hears anything, he wouldn’t let either of us live it down.”
“And you say ‘he knows’,” Taehyung scoffed. “What’s the point in doing the jig at his place then?”
“I couldn’t wait.” You casually shrugged.
Taehyung smirked, narrowing his eyes at you.
“Aww,” he cooed, taking your hand into his own. “Haven’t I hit the jackpot with you?”
“You certainly have,” you chuckled, finally deciding that it was time. Enough of jokes. Taehyung needed to know.
“But you’re going to have to get used to getting called ‘daddy’.”
He cocked an eyebrow at you. “That came out of nowhere. You’re usually so shy whenever you call me that.”
“I am,” you nodded with a smile. “But you’re going to get called that quite often now.”
His lips rolled into a tight line, holding back his grin.
“Not just by me.”
Taehyung blinked once, then again, before attempting to gag at your words.
“Ma’am,” he held a hand up. “Please. I don’t need anyone else to call me that. It’s kinda personal, y’know?”
“It is. But you don’t have an option.”
“Only you get to call me that,” he shook his head adamantly.
“There are others who will call you that, too.”
“No, thank you.”
“What did you call your father when you were a kid?”
He looked confused. “’Dad’?”
“What do you want our kids to call you?”
“’Dad’ should be okay,” he laughed uneasily.
“What if they call you ‘daddy’?”
“Um,” he looked away and chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind.”
“That’s great then. It’s all set.”
“But that’s when we have kids,” Taehyung pointed out with a fond smile. “Until then, only you get to call me daddy.”
“And when we have kids? Should I stop calling you that?”
“(Y/n), what are you on about?” Taehyung looked genuinely confused.
You simply laughed at his expression, reaching into your bag and taking out a little box. Placing it in the palm of his hand, you urged him to open it.
Taehyung gazed at the rectangular box in his palm, touching the dainty purple ribbon with his fingers before tugging at it. He placed the ribbon carefully over his thigh, finally opening the box. You kept a keen eye on every little reaction that played over his face, a little gasp of surprise tumbling past his pink lips that had a light layer of lip balm over it.
Taehyung stared at the box for a good minute, simply letting his eyes soak in everything that suddenly seemed so surreal. When he looked up was when you noticed the tears that clouded his vision.
“Is this… real?” He whispered, painfully low. When a tear slipped past his lower eyelid, he quickly wiped it away so that it wouldn’t destroy the gift that you had prepared for him.
“Very much,” you confirmed in a soft whisper. He seemed to break even further, placing the box beside him and covering his eyes with both of his hands.
“No way.”
“It’s finally happening, baby,” you murmured gently, shifting closer to him and slipping a hand around his shoulder. He immediately molded into your touch, continuing to cry into his hands and leaning into your chest.
“Is this really real?”
At that moment, it was hard for you to control your own tears. You placed a warm hand against the side of his face, tenderly brushing away the brown locks that were stuck to his temples.
“It is. We’re going to be parents.”
Taehyung broke into another tiny sob that was partially mixed with a laugh of belief. Sniffling slightly, he shuffled out of your grip to fall onto his knees in front of you, holding both of your hands up against his lips.
“I love you so much.”
You nodded with a watery smile. “I love you more.”
“We’ve finally made it.”
You looked down at your lap, running your thumbs all over his knuckles.
“I…” you started, swiping your tongue over your lip briefly. “I’m sorry you had to wait so long.”
“What are you talking about?” He mumbled under his breath, gently wiping away your tears and letting his hand rest over your cheek. “You don’t need to be sorry for anything.”
“It’s just that… we’ve gone through so much to have a baby. And now that it’s finally happening, I can’t actually process it.”
“I know, my love,” Taehyung whispered against your hands, kissing them as gently as he could. “And I’m so proud of you for never giving up.”
“The look on your face every time a test would turn out negative absolutely killed me,” you admitted sorrowfully. “I kept thinking that I was failing you in some way.”
“Never,” he firmly stated. “You never once did, and you never will. Especially when it comes to something as big as this. Yes, we did want kids and we tried so much for it, but it happened only when it was supposed to. We’ve been blessed with a baby at the right time. I strongly believe so.”
Taehyung picked up the little box that you had prepared for him, taking out both the pregnancy tests and smiling softly.
“I remember this one,” he ran his fingers over the digital pregnancy test on the left. “That was the time we decided we wouldn’t consciously try for a baby again – that we would just let it happen when it needed to. I was so worried because we’d literally have you take so many tests each month and every time it came back negative, I’d see another part of you slowly disappear. It made me feel so… helpless.”
Taehyung sat back onto his kneels, looking up at you. “I remember feeling like I was failing you, as your husband.”
“You were my strength,” you murmured, touching his cheek ever so softly. “This test was the last one I had taken in almost six months now. It was so tempting to just take one each time my period was even a day late, but you kept me going. You took my mind off of the pain and you made me feel… happy again.”
“I’m thrilled to know that I did,” Taehyung whispered.
“And we’ve come a long way. We’ve finally made it. You’re going to be a father.”
Taehyung gazed into your eyes, his heart leaping at the depth of your words. It was finally happening. He was going to be a father.
“Our kids are going to run around calling you daddy,” you chuckled lightly, wiping away the remainder of your tears.
“Kids?”
Taehyung jerked in surprise at the sound of his hyung from behind him, two pairs of eyes trained on Yoongi who was only looking at you with a frown.
“Did you say kids?”
Taehyung’s gaze landed on you after a moment of thought.
“What?”
“Not just a kid, but kids? Is that what you wanted to tell me before?”
“Yoongi hyung knows?” Taehyung couldn’t hold back the low gasp. “(Y/n)?”
“Uh…” you chuckled nervously, looking into Yoongi’s eyes with a desperate shake of your head.
“You came in at the wrong time, Yoongi. I didn’t tell Taehyung yet.”
“Tell me what?”
Yoongi already seemed to get the idea, a fond grin growing on his face as he laughing sheepishly and turned to face the wall behind him.
“I’m giving you ten seconds, tell him now or else I’ll be the first to hug you - even before the father can.”
“What?”
Taehyung had a mix of fear and excitement in his expression, curious eyes snapping back and forth between you and his hyung, the words that the two of you were speaking appearing like question marks floating around his head.
“What do you have to tell me?”
“Ten!”
“Yoongi!” You squealed, trying to get him to stop because you yourself didn’t know how to word it out to Taehyung yet.
“Nine!”
Taehyung caught your arm in urgency. “(Y/n) what the hell is going on?”
“Eight!”
“Oh my goodness,” you held a hand up to your forehead, nervous eyes locking with Taehyung who appeared to be as clueless as ever.
“Seven!”
By then, Yoongi was slowly taking steps towards the couch, still facing the wall and holding a hand up to show you just how little time you have left.
“Six!”
“Yoongi!”
“(Y/n) just tell me already!”
“But-”
“Five!”
“I’m carrying twins!”
A beat of silence.
Then another.
Yoongi stayed frozen in his spot, hand held up mid-air, back facing you.
Taehyung on the other hand, couldn’t breathe.
He fell from the couch, standing up quickly onto to get back down onto his knees and hold a hand over his head.
“WHAT?!”
“(Y/n)!” And true to his word, before you knew it, Yoongi was pulling you up off of the couch, securing you in a tight embrace with excited giggles buzzing through his chest.
“I knew it!”
“Wha-”
“Taehyung!”
Yoongi didn’t bother about the young man who didn’t know whether he was gasping for air or trying not to cough at the same time, his arms not letting you go help your husband breathe and calm down.
“We’re going to have two little babies in this house soon! Oh- (Y/n), you have to give me one. You both raise one and give me another. I’ll take care of – hell I can take care of both of them. Just let me have them.”
“Yoongi,” you wheezed at his words, clutching the edge of his t-shirt as you cackled into his shoulder.
“What do you mean, ‘let you have them’?”
“(Y/n)-”
Taehyung was slowing trying to make his way into a standing position, taking the full support of the couch beside him and pushing himself up with trembling arms.
“Hyung-”
“I mean exactly that,” Yoongi patted your back thrice. “You both can go out and have your lovey-dovey dates, leave your kids with me. I’ll take good care of them. I’ll feed them on –”
“Hyung!”
“-time, I’ll have their diapers changed and give them really warm and lovely baths, with those floaty ducks –”
“Yoongi,” you chuckled at the desperation in Taehyung’s voice which Yoongi didn’t seem to bother about. By then, Taehyung was barely a step away from the two of you, a trembling hand gripping Yoongi’s elbow and pulling it away from you.
“Let me hold my wife.”
“Not right now,” Yoongi decided, brushing Taehyung’s hand off and turning his back to him so as to shield you away from Taehyung. “I’m talking to her.”
“I’m going to have twins, for heaven’s sake! Let me hold my wife! Let me at least cry in peace!”
“No –”
You gently tapped Yoongi’s lower back with a laugh. “I’ll get back to you bubba, let me handle my husband for now.”
Yoongi only smirked in response, quickly dipping his head to brush a kiss against your temple before releasing you.
“Jagiya,” Taehyung spoke into you the air, not letting you have a moment of freedom and immediately attaching himself to you after Yoongi let you go.
“You’re really – we’re really having twins? Two little ones?”
“We are,” you gently ran your hand over the expanse of his back. “We are, Taehyung.”
“No way,” he marveled, a mixture of giggles and sobs being let out into the curve of your neck. “How is this possible?”
“It just is,” you laughed in delight. “I can’t believe I have two babies inside me. How crazy is that?”
“Oh God!” Taehyung cried out, pulling away and holding you by your shoulders to gently shake you. “What?! How is this real?”
“It is,” you gushed in excitement. “Here, see.”
Taking his hand in yours, you placed his large palm over the already noticeable bump that was hidden behind your shirt, watching in fascination as Taehyung’s jaw dropped at the curve.
“Me too!” Yoongi pushed himself into the little space between you and the couch, covering the rest of your bump with his own palm. “Oh my god.”
“Crazy, yeah?”
“I still can’t believe it,” Taehyung admitted in a low murmur, eyes still trained on his hand resting over the safe haven that held his little ones.
“I cannot even predict how the boys would react,” Yoongi sighed. “Jimin will cry. For sure. Hoba would be screaming.”
“Namjoon would probably be the sane one,” you guessed with a little laugh.
“Plot twist,” Taehyung sniffled, “he might be the one to cry.”
“Maybe Jin hyung too,” Yoongi cackled with a slap to his knee. “Hyung would start planning the meals he’d pack for the kid’s tiffin boxes to school, I’m sure of that.”
“This is so exciting!” Taehyung squealed in delight, briefly pushing Yoongi’s hand away and bending down to pick you up into his arms, twirling you around with endless giggles and gasps tumbling past his lips.
“We’re going to have two babies!”
"Yes, and I get to keep one!" Yoongi piped in.
"NO!"
"YES!"
"Hyung, no!"
"Shut up. One will be for me. That's final. Now get lost and let me congratulate my little sister properly."
Going outta pocket for this and saying spring and Taehyung, I know he gives off peak fall or winter vibes but been thinking about this Tae for a minute now
Also I wouldn’t be upset if you wanted to do Seokjin and winter as well 👀😂
The world was bathed in pinks and greens. You walked slowly along the path, Taehyung a few steps behind you.
It had been his idea, to come out for a walk. "I know the perfect place," he'd said. And of course, he'd been right. This park was out of the way enough that it was just the two of you out enjoying the newly blossomed world.
The path was one giant loop. This was your third time around, and you were still under the influence of spring. It was almost a lightheaded feeling - it made you giddy.
"You know, there's a 30% chance of snow tomorrow."
You stopped in your tracks, whipping around to face Taehyung. He was squinting down at his phone with a frown.
"Nooo," you cried out. "How could you say that to me?"
Taehyung laughed, jogging to catch up. "I know. I'm sorry. Should we just forget?"
"Let's live in this moment forever."
You stood up on your tippy-toes to smell the blossoms hanging down from a tree. Taehyung's hands wrapped around your middle, snuggling into you.
"Alright."
Your eyes closed as you inhaled the sweet scent. "Hmm?"
Taehyung's voice was a low rumble against your shoulder where he buried his head. "Alright, then. Let's live in this moment forever."
A grin tickled your cheeks. "Yeah? How're we gonna manage that?"
You felt his shrug. "Somehow. Let's bookmark this page."
"How?"
Taehyung straightened, coming around to face you. He had a dopey smile on his face, one that you were sure you were mimicking. Spring always had this effect on you. It made you dizzy with excitement. With hope.
"A kiss."
You blinked, Taehyung already laughing. "What? Why a kiss?"
"That'll ensure I live in this moment forever," he explained softly, taking your hand in his. "I'll always replay it in my mind. Would you?" His head tilted to the side, like a dog's.
Slowly, you nodded. "I...yeah. I would." How couldn't you?
Taehyung suddenly looked sheepish. His eyes dropped from yours as he looked at the blossoms. "Unless - that was too forward. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have -"
But you've already taken his face in your hands, smiling up at him. "Hurry," you whispered. "Before it snows tomorrow."
And he grinned, leaning forward. His lips were a whisper against your own, soft as a petal. Perfectly innocent.
Hopeful.
You stay there for a long time. Standing there, admiring the blossoms, admiring each other. Eventually, you began to walk once more.
"I hope it doesn't snow tomorrow," you whispered more to yourself than to Taehyung.
His answering grin was perfect. "If it does, we'll still come back and do it all again."
It was then that you realized - rain or shine - you'd always have this.
My phone rang at 3 a.m. I woke up with a start. It was a video call from Taehyung.
"Baby?" I called in a sleepy voice. It was dark on the other side, I could barely see his face from the little light of the phone.
Taehyung sniffed and said, "I'm so sorry I called you this late."
His voice sounded abnormal to me. My immediate thought was "he's crying."
"No, no," I said, "It's alright. Talk to me."
He stayed quiet for a moment. Then he said, "I don't know why I'm feeling down lately."
I could hear him sobbing softly now. I guessed letting him talk would be a better way to comfort him than actually saying something.
"Hmm?" I urged him to speak more.
"I miss you so much. I wish you were here."
"I miss you too, baby."
"Can you stay on line till I fall asleep? I'm lonely." He sounded like a child pleading to his mother to let him sleep with her so that he won't get scared.
"Yeah, sure, baby." I said.
We stared at our screens for a while. I could see Taehyung's face a little clearer now.
"Would you like some music?" He asked.
"I would like it very much."
Taehyung turned on the song we used to listen to all the time. It was our song, "Love" by Lana Del Rey.
"It's enough just to make you feel crazy, crazy, crazy."
The song played on, the lyrics touching my heart directly. I closed my eyes. Taehyung's sigh could be heard occasionally. It almost felt like he was lying next to me.
The finishing music ended with the iconic "Don't worry, baby."
I said, "We'll meet soon. We'll listen to music and lie next to each other and hold on tight till we fall asleep. Don't worry, baby."
pairing: taehyung x reader / word count: 5.5k / genre: friends to lovers
summary: Taehyung was your best friend, and best friends don't let each other make stupid mistakes. Like taking too many tequila shots, or walking home in the rain without a jacket, or telling your best friend you're in love with them...but maybe some mistakes are worth making.
tags: obnoxious flirting (i think all my fics are gonna be tagged with this), overly dramatic confessions, mild angst for a hot minute (but dw it all ends in fluff), some intense making out but everything stays pretty PG 15, cursing, alcohol consumption, brief reference (too brief) to taehyung being a bisexual king
so this is just a lil something to celebrate 6 months of tae-bebe !!! thank u all for sticking around for this shit show i like to call a blog, and a special shoutout to @hellojeongkook and @taejinnies for beta'ing this for me !!!
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Had the morning light in your bedroom always been this blindingly bright? Isn’t this why you’d invested in blackout blinds? You sat up blearily, your head pounding delightfully from your hangover, and realised three things all at once. One, you were not in your apartment, hence the lack of blackout blinds. Two, you were not wearing the clothes you’d worn last night. In fact you seemed to only be wearing a t-shirt and your underwear. And three, there was a man spooning you from behind. With his morning boner pressed against your ass. So technically four things. You sat up quickly, earning a disgruntled sound from the man in the bed and another shooting pain behind your eyes.
‘What are you doing?’ the man mumbled into the pillow, and a feeling of relief flooded over you as you saw your best friend lying beside you. Then you remembered the fact that both of you were half naked and your memory of last night was hazy at best and suddenly felt a little less relieved.
‘Closing these damn curtains for a start.’ you muttered, stumbling out of bed to yank them closed.
‘Wait a second.’ Taehyung’s voice suddenly sounded much more awake. When you turned back around he was sitting up in bed, a hand running through his messy curls. ‘Did we?’ he looked down at his bare chest, then back at you wearing one of his t-shirts, then back down at the semi which was still distractingly visible through his sweatpants. ‘Did we have sex last night?’
‘Oh my god, shut the fuck up.’ you groaned, collapsing back onto the bed and throwing a pillow at him as you did so.
‘That wasn’t a no.’ he pointed out, a lazy grin on his face
‘No, we did not Taehyung. I was wasted last night but I wasn’t that wasted.’ you rolled your eyes.
‘Damn that’s too bad.’ he sighed, pulling you back in closer under the covers.
‘Bro! Can you please do something about that morning wood?’ you protested through your giggles as you pushed him away.
‘Not my fault I was sleeping with your naked ass against me bro.’ he grumbled, continuing with his mission to try and pull you back into a cuddle.
‘Hey! I have underwear on thank you very much.’ you countered, finally letting yourself be pulled against Taehyung’s chest.
‘Barely.’ he said, his breath tickling your ear as he teasingly snapped the waistband of your lace thong. You’d been out clubbing after all, you didn’t know if you were getting laid or not, it was a fancy underwear kind of occasion.
‘How are you like this even at-’ you paused to grab your phone, groaning at the time displayed on the screen. ‘Seven eighteen in the morning? While also disgustingly hungover?’
‘I’m not disgustingly hungover. Some of us can actually handle our drink you know.’ he chuckled, the reverberations echoing through his chest and through you as you laughed with him.
‘Why did you let me go shot for shot with Jeongguk? That kid can really put away his tequila.’ you groaned again remembering the copious amounts of shots you’d done. Some of them off Jeongguk’s stomach, if your memory was correct.
‘'S funny.’ Taehyung answered simply as you felt him shrug against you.
‘Drunk you has a lot to answer for.’ you said ruefully, leaning over to grab the glass of water you’d thankfully left by the side of the bed last night.
‘Yeah he does.’ Taehyung said softly, almost to himself.
‘What do you mean?’ you asked.
‘Well I was kinda counting on drunk me to finally make a move last night.’ he said nonchalantly, as you very un-nonchalantly choked on your sip of water.
‘To finally what?’ you said, though you’d heard him perfectly well.
‘Although to be fair, I’d rather you were sober so you could properly enjoy yourself.’ he continued with a grin you knew all too well spreading across his face.
‘Oh so you think I’d enjoy myself?’ you replied, recovering as you realised he was joking.
Some people (read: mostly Yoongi because he said it was gross) didn’t really understand your and Taehyung’s flirty-bordering-on-inappropriate humour, but it was just the way you two had always been together. At the start you couldn’t help but wonder if it would ever turn into anything more, but as the years passed you convinced yourself that you were happy like this. I mean, was it really the worst thing in the world to have a best friend that looked like Taehyung who also told you that your tits looked great on a regular basis?
Namjoon was the only person not convinced by this, and regularly told both of you (unbeknownst to the other) to get your shit together and just admit you’d been in love since the day you’d met. To Namjoon’s eternal frustration, both of you refused.
‘Yeah, I do.’ Taehyung replied, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked at you. You took the moment to look back at him, and really look.
The way the morning light struggling through the curtains still made his dark eyes shine. The way his sleep rumpled curls tumbled over his forehead. The way his full lips were curved into that smile that never failed to bring one to your own face. Your eyes trailed down over his collarbones, his broad shoulders, the soft gold of his skin.
‘Pretty confident about that, hmm?’ you quickly returned your gaze to his face before he noticed your eyes roaming over him.
‘Considering the way you were just checking me out, yeah I reckon so.’ Fuck. So maybe he’d noticed.
‘You know if your head gets any bigger you’re not gonna be able to wear those baseball caps you’re always stealing from Yoongi.’ you retorted, going back to your tried and tested method of dealing with your feelings for Taehyung: deflect with humour.
‘Don’t worry, we don’t need to wear anything for what I have planned.’ he quipped back easily.
‘Tae do any of these lines actually work on the girls you try them on?’ you chuckled.
‘Yeah they work on pretty much everyone but you ___.’ you were surprised when Taehyung sighed, flopping down onto his back beside you once more.
A silence fell over the room, but not the kind you were used to. You and Taehyung shared many happy silences together, working in the library, reading side by side, sharing headphones on long bus rides. But this silence felt like a physical presence on the room, weighing heavy on you.
‘Well do you...want them to work?’ you finally spoke up, your voice hesitant.
‘What do you think?’ he asked.
‘I don’t know.’ you mumbled under your breath, staring resolutely at the ceiling to avoid Taehyung’s gaze which you could feel burning into you.
‘___ look at me.’ you were frozen, unable to do as he asked. A million different thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to make sense of his words. Surely he couldn't mean it like you were thinking. Like you were hoping. Like you'd been dreaming.
‘___.’ he said softly, a hand reaching up to cup your cheek and gently tilt your face towards him. His eyes were soft and warm but there was a hint of a teasing smile playing on his lips. ‘I don’t think I know how to say this any more clearly at this point, but I would very much like to fuck you.’
‘If you’re joking right now I swear I’m gonna kill you.’ you said quietly, your eyes finally meeting his.
‘I know we joke about shit like this a lot, but I promise I’m serious right now.’ Taehyung said, his hand still lingering on your cheek. ‘Wait, why are you gonna kill me?’ a confused expression suddenly flitted across his face as he processed your words.
‘Because it would be really embarrassing if I did this and you were just joking.’ Before Taehyung could say anything else you were closing the distance between you and bringing your lips to his.
You’d been kissed by Taehyung before of course. You don’t think you could count the number of forehead, cheek and shoulder kisses he’d lightly brushed across your skin over the years. But this was different.
For a split second the touch of his lips was feather light against your own, but then his other hand found your waist and he was pulling you closer as his mouth pressed hungrily against yours. Your arms wound around his neck and you pulled him closer still, skin against skin as you felt the thrum of his heartbeat through his bare chest. A low moan escaped from the back of your throat and Taehyung finally pulled away.
‘I can’t believe I spent all those years trying to think up clever ways to tell you when I could have just said it straight up.’ he said, leaning back in again to kiss you through his laughter.
‘I can’t believe I spent all those years missing your incredibly unsubtle hints.’ you laughed back.
‘We’ve always been two halves of a whole idiot.’ Taehyung mused, unable to resist leaving another kiss at the corner of your mouth.
‘There’s no one I’d rather fuck around with.’ you smiled fondly, fingers playing with the soft curls at the nape of his neck.
‘I’m so glad that our fucking around now includes actual fucking.’ he hummed appreciatively as he rolled his hips against yours.
‘I see you didn’t do anything about that morning wood.’ you teased as you felt him pressed hot and hard against you.
‘I was kind of hoping you’d help me out there.’ he smirked in the way that only Taehyung could.
‘You’re lucky I’m such a helpful friend.’ you murmured as you began to grind against him.
‘I am lucky.’ Taehyung’s voice was muffled as his lips trailed down your neck but you still heard him, and your heart ached at the sincerity contained in his words. ‘Gonna make you feel so good ___. Gonna fuck you so good, I promise. ’
‘I trust you Tae.’ you put a finger under his chin to tilt his face back up towards you and when your eyes locked you knew that there was something deeper behind that promise.
Before you could pay too much attention to that aching feeling in your chest again, his lips had found yours and that was suddenly all that mattered.
His hands skimmed over your body as if he didn’t even know where he wanted to touch you first. His fingers soon found the hem of your (well technically his) t-shirt and he tugged it over your head. You expected some kind of appreciative comment about your tits (it wouldn’t be the first) but instead there was a hushed silence which filled you with nerves.
Were you not what he’d been expecting? What he’d been hoping for? You knew that your body didn’t look like his, but then you didn’t know many people who looked like they were a long lost Greek demi-god.
‘What, you’ve never seen a girl naked before?’ you teased lightly, anything to break the quiet which had fallen as his eyes roved over you.
‘Can you just let me appreciate how beautiful you are for a second?’ Taehyung said seriously. You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at his words and instinctively moved to cover some of your nakedness with your hands. Before you could, you found Taehyung’s fingers loosely encircling your wrist, holding your hand back. ‘So fucking beautiful.’ he said again, a look of wonder on his face. You couldn’t believe he was the one looking at you like that, when it felt like ever since you’d met him you’d been struck at least ten times a day by how stunning he was.
‘You know just what to say.’ you rolled your eyes teasingly, bringing him in for a kiss.
He kissed you back deeply, but when he pulled away he nudged his nose gently against yours, pausing for a moment. ‘I mean it you know.’
‘I know you do.’ you said, and you knew it was true. Your hand reached up to cup his face, your thumb trailing across his full bottom lip. You suddenly leaned in to kiss the freckle hidden there at the corner of his mouth. ‘I’ve always wanted to do that.’ you giggled shyly.
‘Do what?’ he asked with a giggle of his own.
‘Your freckle right there.’ you said, brushing another kiss to the same spot. ‘I’ve always wanted to kiss it.’
‘If we’re talking about things we’ve always wanted...’ Taehyung’s words trailed off as his hands skimmed down your body and to the hem of your lace thong once more.
‘As much as I trust you’d make a great baby daddy after watching you with Yeontan, you have condoms right?’ you asked with a raised eyebrow.
‘Fuck.’ a look of panic flashed across Taehyung's face as he looked up. ‘I think I do? I should do? I must do...’ he said as he leaned over and began to search through his bedside table as you laughed.
‘You were about to risk it all huh?’ you teased as you watched him.
‘You were kinda making it hard to think straight.’ he tossed a lopsided grin back at you as he got up from the bed and directed his search to his desk.
‘Bro, how much stuff do you keep in there?’ you laughed as Taehyung searched through yet another drawer.
‘Can you not call me bro right now?’ he laughed back, scrunching up his nose in distaste.
‘Oh come on, I bet you let Jeongguk call you bro when you guys fuck.’ you rolled your eyes teasingly.
‘Hey that was ONE time!’ Taehyung said indignantly. Suddenly he turned around, a condom held aloft triumphantly in his hand. ‘Anyway we didn’t fuck we just-’ as he walked back over to the bed you held a finger up to shush him.
‘I don’t need all the details.’ you protested.
‘You were the one who brought it up!’ Taehyung pouted.
‘My bad.’ you chuckled. Your laughter trailed off as you watched Taehyung shimmy out of his sweatpants and kick them to the side as he walked back over towards you.
‘Like what you see?’ he teased as he watched your eyes drink him in. The mischievous smile on his face that you knew so well coupled with this new sight of his nearly naked body made your head spin.
This was your best friend, the kid you'd known since he was 18 years old and still a little shy, still hadn't quite grown into his ears. Now he was nearly 6ft of lean muscle, dark hair falling into even darker eyes. He was everything you'd ever wanted, he was more, but you couldn't help but wonder if maybe it was all too good to be true.
‘Is this weird?’ you blurted out suddenly. You looked up at Taehyung, trying to gauge his reaction. He paused for a moment before sitting down on the bed beside you once more.
‘I guess it’s a little weird.’ he acknowledged with a soft smile. ‘But we can stop whenever you want, you know that right?'
‘That’s the problem though.’ you sighed. ‘I really, really don’t want to stop.’ You paused, trying to find the right words, but there were none. You settled instead for leaning in to capture Taehyung’s lips with your own, gasping when he took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth.
‘Neither do I.’ he murmured when you both finally pulled apart.
‘So we’re doing this?’ you asked, still breathless from the kiss.
‘We’re doing this.’ he nodded, pushing you down so you were caged between his arms. ‘I told you, I want to make you feel good.’
His words were punctuated with kisses that trailed down the column of your throat and across your collarbones. Even though his touch was featherlight, it felt like his lips left a trail of fire under your skin. You sucked in a shaky breath, your whole body held taut. ‘You okay baby?’ he asked, concern flitting through his dark eyes as he regarded you.
‘Baby feels just as weird as bro.’ you said, and it was your turn to wrinkle your nose in distaste. Hearing the way the word dropped so easily from his lips you couldn’t help but think of all the other girls who’d heard the pet name from him in this very bed. You didn't want to just be another 'baby' to him, and you felt jealously rapidly replacing the lust that had been pooling in your stomach.
‘___.’ he shook his head with a smile, and the fondness in his tone made your heart stutter. ‘It’s still just me, it’s still just us.’ This time when he leaned in to kiss you it wasn’t rushed or heated or eager for more. It was soft and deliberate and slow. ‘You don’t need to call me anything else if you don’t want to. My name sounds pretty enough on your lips.’ Before you had time to react he was dipping his head down to suck a delicate bruise to the junction between your jaw and throat and you were barely aware of the moan that escaped you.
‘Tae...’ you whimpered as his tongue flicked out to soothe the skin marked by his lips.
‘Just like that.’ he smirked. His hands came up to cup your breasts, long fingers teasing at your nipple.
‘Oh Tae, just like that.’ you groaned, not even realising as you mirrored his words back to him. His eyes never leaving yours, he dipped his head down to capture your nipple between his teeth, nipping and sucking at the sensitive bud. Your moan this time was high pitched and breathy as you looked back at him, marvelling at how beautiful he looked like this. He released your nipple with a pleased sounding pop, the smirk already returning to his lips.
‘Like that huh?’ he hummed, his voice even deeper than usual, laced with desire.
‘Like that.’ you repeated his words again, barely taking a second to catch your breath before you were seeking his mouth again for another kiss.
‘So pretty.’ he murmured to you as he took your other nipple in his mouth this time. ‘So pretty when you moan for me.’ he added just as another moan escaped your lips as his tongue darted across your skin. ‘Bet you’ll sound just as pretty when you’re cumming for me too.’
‘You think so, hmm?’ you managed to gasp out between kisses as your fingers knotted in Taehyung’s already disheveled curls.
‘I did promise you.’ he said, and behind the eyes hooded with lust you could still see the playful glint you recognised from your best friend.
‘Prove it then.’ you challenged, and the words had barely left your lips before his hands were gripping your hips and pulling you impossibly closer.
~
The rest of the day passed in a state of, well, incredibly smug bliss. You had fallen back asleep in a mess of tangled limbs after Taehyung had made good on his promise and given you a frankly obscene amount of orgasms for that time of the morning. And when you’d woken up he did it all over again.
Unable to tear yourselves away you spent hours wrapped in each other's arms, reminiscing on moments when you’d almost confessed how you felt, when you’d been convinced the other was going to confess first, laughing at how close to the truth both of you had been for so long without ever realising. The lazy late summer afternoon slowly bled into a dusky evening and still you couldn’t bear to leave, the outside world forgotten completely and replaced by your new home here under the cool white sheets with Taehyung.
As night drew in you found yourself lying with your head pillowed on his chest as his fingers gently combed through your hair and he sung half finished songs to you, humming in the parts he hadn’t written lyrics for yet. It almost felt like nothing had changed, the familiar sounds of his voice lulling you to sleep the way he’d done for years. But you were hyper aware of your bare skin against his, the lingering taste of him on your tongue, the sense that once this day was over you’d lose it forever. And you might never find your way back.
‘I can only see you, you’re the only one I see.’ the words Taehyung were singing softly made your breath catch in your throat. ‘Look, I’m fair with everyone else but you, now I can’t live a day without you.’
The low rumbling thunder of an approaching summer storm made Taehyung pause for a moment, and it’s like you were snapped out of a trance. You pulled the sheets off you as you sat up, shivering as the cold night air hit your bare skin. When you met Taehyung's gaze you felt another shiver pass through you, as for a second it felt like you didn't recognise the eyes looking back at you.
‘I should go.’ you mumbled, almost to yourself.
‘___ what are you talking about? It’s late, you can just sleep here again.’ Taehyung’s voice was laced with confusion as he reached out towards you.
‘Oh god Tae. We should not have done that.’ your head dropped into your hands as yet another rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.
‘You’re going to have to be a little more specific.’ Taehyung swung his legs over the edge of the bed so he was sitting next to you. ‘Do you mean the first time this morning, or the time after that in the shower, or the time on the couch this afternoon, or that time just then?’
‘You’re so not being helpful right now.’ you groaned, standing up and trying to figure out where all of your things had ended up on Taehyung’s floor.
The sound of the clouds finally breaking and rain drumming down on the roof above you brought you crashing back to reality. Talk about pathetic fallacy. As Taehyung had sung those words you found yourself agonising over whether they’d been for you, in a way you’d never dared to think about before. For the first time the sound of your best friend's voice had brought you pain rather than comfort, and you hated the thought. What you’d had before had been safe, familiar. It had been enough to love him from afar knowing that you’d never have to stop. But replaying those words ‘I can’t live a day without you’ had made you imagine a day when he could live without you. When your love story had played out. And you’d rather have no love story at all than a story where Taehyung wasn’t by your side.
A sudden flash of lightning startled you from your thoughts and you froze for a second. Before you knew it Taehyung was standing in front of you, his warm palms cupping your face as he looked down at you.
‘___ can you please stop freaking out for a second.’
‘I’m not freaking out.’ you protested.
‘Your dress is on backwards.’ he pointed out.
‘Oh.’ glancing down you realised he was right. Seriously regretting your outfit choice from the night before of a mini dress and heels (damn Jeongguk’s bougie taste in nightclubs) you shuffled the dress the right way round. ‘Thanks.’
‘Can we just-’ you cut Taehyung off before he could finish his sentence, ducking away to grab your bag and head towards the door.
‘I promise we’ll talk later Tae, I just need to get home. I’ll call you when I’m back, I just...I need to go.’ as you closed the door behind you Taehyung’s call of ‘Wait!’ echoed painfully in your ears.
Although in a way this had been years in the making, it somehow still felt like it had all happened too fast. A part of you had been longing for this for far longer than you'd like to admit, but getting a glimpse of what could be, of what the two of you could be together, you were suddenly terrified of losing it. Because you realised just how much it would hurt if you did. You knew running away wasn't a solution, but you didn't think you could stay there any longer with your own love reflected back at you in Taehyung's eyes. Didn't think you could dare to hope that there was his own love for you there as well.
Running down the stairs as fast as you could in your heels you stumbled as you pushed through the front door of Taehyung's apartment complex. The rain soaked you almost instantly as you stood still for a moment and drew in a shaky breath. You began the walk back to your apartment, phone battery long dead so an Uber was out of the question. You’d only been walking for a few minutes before a pair of headlights appeared on the empty road and a familiar car appeared beside you.
‘___.’ Taehyung had pulled up beside you, the window rolled down as he leaned across the front seats towards you. ‘Can you get in the car please?’
‘I’m going home Tae, I told you.’ Your voice was resolute as you avoided looking at him. This was perhaps not the best time for both of your stubborn personalities to come into play (you blamed his Capricorn sun), yet here you were.
‘Can you please get in the car?’ he asked again, driving along inch by inch beside you.
‘You’re wasting your time.’ you said defiantly, pushing your rain soaked hair out of your face.
‘Out of all of the dumb rom-com tropes we could be living right now, this would not have been my first choice.’ Taehyung said with a shake of his head.
‘Can you please be serious about something for 30 seconds?’ you shot back.
‘I am serious. There are so many other better tropes.’ Usually you loved Taehyung’s particular style of deadpan delivery, but right now was not the time.
‘This isn’t a fucking rom-com okay?’ your voice echoed in the empty street. ‘Things like this never work out in real life.’
‘Things like what?’
‘Don’t play dumb with me Kim Taehyung, I know you look stupid but you’re not really.’ you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to make it look like a pose of defiance rather than desperately trying to keep yourself warm as the rain poured down.
‘Okay well we’re not even going to get into the fact that you think I “look stupid” right now.’ Taehyung took his hand off the wheel to place air quotes around the words. ‘But I still don’t understand why you’re so upset.’
‘I don’t understand why you’re not upset!’ you exclaimed. ‘Friends aren’t supposed to do stuff like that Tae, it never ends well.’
‘But you haven’t even given it a chance!’ both of your voices were rising as you continued to walk and Taehyung continued to drive alongside you.
‘Because I know how it ends! Someone’s going to end up getting hurt because someone’s going to end up falling in love.’ And that someone will be me, you added silently in your head. You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you were almost convinced you’d imagined the next words that burst out of Taehyung’s mouth.
‘Well what if someone already has!’
‘What do you-’ the words trailed off as you looked in disbelief at your best friend.
‘God this is so not how I planned on telling you.’ he sighed, lowering his head to rest on the steering wheel for a second.
‘Tell me what?’ you managed to ask this time.
‘Well now look who’s playing dumb.’ Taehyung raised an eyebrow at you. A hundred different responses raced through your mind but you suddenly found yourself rooted to the ground. The car finally came to a stop beside you. ‘Can you please just get in the car so I don’t have to yell at you out the window like a creepy old man?’
You let out a sound that was somewhere between a sob and a laugh because at this point you had no idea what you were feeling. For the second time that day you found yourself daring to believe that the words Taehyung were saying really were the ones you so desperately wanted to hear. Before you had the chance to walk over to him Taehyung was putting on his hazard lights and leaping out of the car to join you on the pavement.
‘Hi.’ he said quietly, tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear.
‘Hi.’ you replied simply.
‘If you hadn’t decided to try and drown us in this rain’ Taehyung chuckled as he shook drops of water from his hair. ‘I was kinda thinking about telling you this in bed earlier. But I guess this’ll have to do.’
‘Tae...’ you began softly, but this time it was his turn to cut you off.
‘I just need to tell you this, okay?’ he pleaded, taking both your hands in his. You nodded silently for him to continue.
‘This morning, this whole day really, I felt like I was dreaming. I honestly never believed you’d ever see me...the way I see you. But then when you kissed me, when you talked about all those times you wished you’d kissed me before...I realised maybe it wasn’t all as one sided as I thought. Because God when I said I wanted to fuck you I meant that, I really did.’ he chuckled and you couldn’t but let out a small laugh too at the earnest smile on his face. ‘But I want to do so much more than that as well. I want all of the other moments from today, singing in the shower, dancing as we do the dishes, falling asleep with you in my arms knowing you’ll be there when I wake up. I know you think you know how this ends but, give me a chance to prove you wrong.’
'You know how much I hate being wrong..' a smile tugged at the corner of your lips. 'but I think this time I can make an exception.'
'God that's an annoying way of saying I love you too.' Taehyung rolled his eyes.
'Kim Taehyung I fucking love you!' you yelled suddenly, head tipped back towards the sky.
'I fucking love-'
'Can you two shut the fuck up?' a voice shouted back from an apartment window nearby and you both dissolved into laugher. Taehyung pulled you in for a messy kiss that was all clashing teeth and tongues as you pressed your smiles into each other's mouths.
'I fucking love you.' he said, more quietly this time. 'But for the last time, can we please get in the car now?
'Yeah I think I made my point.' you conceded, grinning as Taehyung rolled his eyes at you once more. 'They really make the whole kissing in the rain thing look a whole lot more romantic in Breakfast at Tiffany's.' you mused as you opened the car door. 'Maybe it's because we didn't have a cat.'
'I mean Yeontan is right there back at my place.' Taehyung pointed out.
'I guess we could go back to your place...just for Yeontan though.' you said sternly as you put on your seatbelt.
'And also because you love me.' Taehyung grinned at you.
'And also because I love you.' you couldn't help but grin back. 'You're gonna be so annoying about this aren't you?'
warning(s): daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!reader, cursing, mention of safe word but not used, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, rough sex, ddlg, degradation, begging, biting, scratching, bondage, hickies, breast play, spit play, spanking (pussy and breast), orgasm denial, creampie, aftercare
rating: 21+
notes: i decided to rewrite this one because i didn't like how it turned out the first time. hopefully this version is more enjoyable. :)
Three rules.
One: Never touch yourself without Daddy's permission.
Two: Use your manners when asking for something you want or would like.
Three: Always use your safe word if you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.
These are what Taehyung set in place for you after your reveal of your little headspace and the little chat that followed afterwards. It took some time to get used to it, of course, since he was unsure how to exactly care for your needs, but he figured it out. For example, when you're little, you have different mannerisms and habits, such as babbling away while playing with your stuffed animals or coloring. Your temper is horrendous too, throwing fits whenever something isn't the way you want or you don't get your way. Your style changes too, dressing in cute, frilly dresses and clothes, making you the adorable, little darling he's grown to love. When you're not in little space, you're the Y/N he's most familiar with, an adult who pretends to have her shit together.
You switch between headspaces often without warning, so much it gives him whiplash, but he easily accommodates to his proper role. It's his job as your caretaker and your boyfriend to love and cherish you the best he can in both states of mind.
Even when you're not little, you thankfully remember your rules.
While Taehyung loves your regular personality, the Y/N he fell for, he adores it when you're little. You're so clingy and talk to him like a young girl, asking him to do things with you, like coloring or watching you play dress up. The power and authority he holds over you is amusing, not only as your boyfriend but as your caretaker too. Especially when you're wet for him, begging for his cock on your knees, wearing his favorite collar and dress.
And since you don't really understand sex when you're little, Taehyung refers to it as 'playtime.' Most of the time, this happens in his bedroom or studio, places you often seek him out for relief. It's one of his favorite things, seeing you beg for him to help you, that uncomfortable bubble in your lower belly.
The two of you mainly have sex whenever Taehyung comes home from work hard, adrenaline and stamina still pumping through him. He adores how you submit to him, listening to you squeal and cry while he uses you like the good cumslut you are, your precious cunt his heaven and hell. You make him feel so good yet so filthy, allowing him to rail you whenever and wherever he desires. Yet you do deny him when you're not in your little headspace, but when you are, you become instantly wet and bend over for him, face down and ass up. One of his favored positions.
Today is one of those days where Taehyung returns from work hard, his cock pounding in his sweats. All he could concentrate on during practice was the events of last night, when you rode him for the first time like a pony. The image of your tits bouncing and your succulent bum clapping against his thighs tortured him, so he wants – needs a second round.
With anticipation, Taehyung steps into the apartment, instinctively looking for you. You're in little space nowadays, which means you greet him with cute hugs and kisses each time he's home. This time you don't, which has him frowning. Closing the door, he sets down his bag and shucks off his shoes. He stays still, listening for you. Then he hears a moan, very quiet and desperate. He stiffens, his features stoning. Silently, he stalks down the hallway and pauses in front of the door to your little room. It's open a crack. Taehyung peeks inside, his jaw clenching.
With your face in the pillow and your pink, frilly dress bunched at your chest, your hand frantically rubs away at your clit, your expression scrunched with desperation and pleasure. Soft noises leave you as you circle your sensitive bud of nerves, your thighs trembling and toes curling in your white stockings. Your panties lie abandoned beside you on the bed, the crotch area soiled with your slick, your hand shining with it too.
Taehyung sighs. He's disappointed to discover you directly breaking your first rule. He had planned on rewarding you for being a good girl last night, but your present display is a great cause for punishment.
One hand tucked in his pocket, he places the other on the knob and opens the door wider, stepping into the room. His features are incredibly serious and cold, his eyes dark. "What are you doing?" he flatly asks. His tone has a stern bite to it, one he knows you hate.
You freeze at the sound of his voice, your head slowly turning in his direction. Your cheeks, originally flushed with arousal, are now reddening in shame. Gulping, you tear your hand away from your sopping center, shifting to sit on your heels and adjusting your dress. You wipe your sticky, dirty fingers on the sheets, then reluctantly twist to face him. You bow your head. You don't dare meet his gaze.
"Wasn't doin' anything," you quietly say in your cute, childish voice. You play with the skirt of your dress, "p-promise."
Taehyung scoffs. How typical of you, trying to talk your way out of the situation when he caught you. This is a common trait in both of your headspaces, and to be honest, it's easier for you to get away when you're an adult. When you're little, however, is a different story. He steps further inside, shutting the door.
"You were touching yourself," he lowly corrects, slowly approaching you like a predator.
You adamantly shake your head. "N-No!"
Quirking a brow at your denial, Taehyung traps you with his arms, hands on either side of you. "Don't even try," he murmurs. "I saw you. It's like you knew I was gonna come home and see you behaving like a slut."
"No, Daddy, I-I promise!" You shake your head once more, your innocent eyes wide with panic. "I didn't, I promise!"
"Then why were you touching yourself?" Your mouth snaps shut, and you look away. He barks out a little laugh. "That's what I thought." He straightens and tugs off his shirt, revealing his gently toned torso. "Do you know your rules?"
Your cheeks deepen to scarlet. "Y-Yes."
He shoves his sweats off. "What's your first rule?"
"N-Never touch myself without D-Daddy's permission."
"That's right." Taehyung combs his hair away from his face and crosses his arms. "And what did you do?"
"T-Touched myself without Daddy's permission..." You refuse to look at him.
"What happens to naughty girls when they disobey their Daddy, hm?" You hesitate. "What happens, slut?" he says stonily.
Your eyes well with tears. "T-They get punished."
"That's right. Now go get what I need. You know what it is."
Shaking, you shuffle off the bed and go to your closet. Taehyung watches you closely while you slide it open and kneel, searching for the item he requested. You return to him with a box in hand. You crawl back to your spot while he opens the box. Your toys beam up at him, all of them innocently pink and adorable. He takes out a sturdy, thick ribbon, snapping it taut.
"Lay down," he orders, climbing on the bed as you obey him, parting your legs for him. Your arms are curled to your chest. "Hands up."
Your lips tremble at his demand. "D-Daddy, no-"
His strict gaze shuts you up. "You know better than that, darling," he says, reaching up and firmly tying your wrists to the headboard, "especially when you've been naughty. Especially when I catch you deliberately breaking your first rule."
"D-Daddy, I'm sorry," you croak.
He shakes his head. "It's too late for that now. You should've thought about this when you touched yourself without my permission. This is your punishment."
You open your mouth to reply, but Taehyung firmly grips your dress by the collar and cleanly rips it in half. A loud wail leaves you, your eyes welling with tears. It was your favorite dress, which adds to your punishment. Licking his lips, he parts the ruined material, freeing your body. Your nipples are rosy and peaked, your chest heaving from the loss of your most beloved dress. His eyes trail down to your pussy, the poor thing still drenched and aching. He thoughtfully hums, dragging his palms along your stockinged thighs, feeling the soft material.
"You look so pretty," he coos, smirking at your pathetic whimpering. You wriggle under his staring as his touch drifts back up to your tits, cupping them. "My pretty princess."
He kneads your breasts, digging his dull nails into your plush skin, pinching your nipples. You softly squeak, arching your back and shoving your chest at him. A little chuckle leaves him. Taehyung hovers above one of the pink buds, collecting his saliva and allowing it to fall from his lips. You gasp when he dips down and captures it, gently suckling and swirling his tongue around it like a lollipop for a second. Then he roughly bites it, and you squeal, jolting beneath him. He peeks at you, seeing your red cheeks and pouty lips.
"Owwie!" you whine. He parts from your nipple to brutally suckle and nibble a patch of skin nearby, soothing it occasionally with his tongue. He continues this until there's several of them circling your nub. You tremble while he admires his handiwork, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "D-Daddy..."
"You know your safe word," Taehyung says. He spanks your tit, making you jump again, and he latches on your other nipple, flicking his tongue around it. He repeats his harsh process just moments before, brutally suckling and nibbling. You mewl at his roughness, tugging at your restraints, squirming. He has to pin you down to keep you still.
After painting your breast to match the first, he parts from you, his dark, dilated eyes flickering over his artwork. Shit, you look so gorgeous now that both your tits are marked purple and red.
"Such a pretty slut," Taehyung coos, aggressively handling the squishy mounds before swatting them. He repeats this, and you moan, curving your spine and perking your chest in his direction. The headboard creeks, and he glances up to find you pulling at the ribbon again.
"D-Daddy, please," you mewl, tears rolling down your cheeks. Taehyung tenderly hushes you, leaning in to kiss you. You whimper against his lips, wriggling just a bit. "P-Please..."
"Please what?" he murmurs. His kisses drift down your jaw to your neck, further and further, down your chest and stomach to arrive between your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your soaked, pink pussy, your juices leaking from your entrance. He hums lightly, gliding a digit through your wet folds. You gasp and buck your hips, which makes him scowl. He lands a sharp spank on your cunt. You screech. "Use your words, slut."
"F-Fuck me!" you plead. "P-Please! It hurts!"
"What hurts?" His hand drifts along your sensitive center, smirking at your sobbing. For a moment, he rubs little circles on your clit, and in response, you buck your hips. His gentle touch becomes another spank, and you yelp. Tears stream nonstop down your face now. "What hurts? Answer me."
You look away in embarrassment. You absolutely hate voicing what you want, which is why Taehyung makes you do it. "M-My pussy," you weakly say. "M-My pussy hurts, Daddy. Please fuck me. N-Need your cock so bad..."
He thoughtfully hums at your request, his eyes glancing between your legs, tilting his head. You're visibly throbbing, your entrance steadily pumping out your arousal. A bead of it leaks and slowly drips drown to your asshole. He licks his lips again. He wants to taste you, make you cry on his tongue, but you've been naughty. He can't do that now, can he?
"Are you sure?" he asks. "I don't know if you deserve it. You did directly break one of your rules, after all."
You wail and thrash beneath him, yanking at the ribbon. He stares at you, half-expecting you to tap out, use your safe word and make this torture stop, but you don't. Your lips tremble, refusing to utter the one word that'll free you from his actions and smother you with sweet kisses and cuddles instead. He quirks a brow at you, seeing your silent plea in your shining eyes.
You lift your hips. "P-Please!"
Huffing, Taehyung leaves the bed and shucks off his boxers. His cock, hard, thick and long, slaps against his stomach, ready to be stuffed inside you. His tip is flushed an angry red, precum surging from the slit. He spits in his hand, using it as lube. He crawls back between your legs, pumping himself, expertly twisting his wrist at the tip. You greedily drink him in as he drops a pearl of spit on your pussy. You shive, widening your thighs even more.
"Please," your croak, whining and tossing your head back when he glides his cock along your drenched folds. "Daddy, please..."
Taehyung hums in reply, aligning with your entrance, placing a warm hand on your pelvis to keep you still. He slowly enters you, his lips parting in awe. Your hot, wet cunt eagerly welcomes him, your walls fluttering and clinging to him. Your entrance sucks him in, eating him up for all he is. A hiss leaves him once he's fully sheathed inside you, and you whimper, struggling against the ribbon again.
"D-Daddy!" you mewl, tears steadily flowing down your cheeks like rivers.
He gently hushes you, leaning down and capturing your blubbering mouth with his own. You softly moan at his sudden tenderness, and you don't hesitate to reciprocate. The headboard creaks, another signal of you tugging on your restraints. He growls, biting your lip. You gasp as he parts from you, a dark, dominant expression on his face. Tightly gripping your hips, Taehyung starts a swift, sharp pace, his thighs clapping against your ass. His hands move to your legs to keep them separated for him.
"Oh, f-fuck!" you shriek, sobbing, your tits bouncing in time with the rocking bed. "O-Oh my god!"
"Behave, slut," he grunts, focused on the way your breasts jolt as he bucks into you. God, they're so pretty, especially with his purple marks circling your abused nipples. "Stop trying to free yourself and accept your punishment, yeah?"
Whining, you bury your face in your arm, obediently taking his rough treatment without any further retort. Since you were previously touching yourself, you're close to your high. Your loud noises are enough of a clue. Gritting his teeth, Taehyung keeps rutting into you, ripping himself from within you just when you're about to cum. You squeal at the denial of your orgasm, kicking your feet.
"Daddy, please!" you cry, shivering like a leaf beneath him.
He smirks and spanks you, making you yelp. "Remember, princess," he coos, dipping down to murmur in your ear, "you've been a bad girl. I don't think you earned the right to cum."
"P-Please, Daddy!"
He clicks your tongue at your poor begging. "You can do better than that, slut."
"Lemme cum! P-Please lemme cum!" you gasp, pulling on the ribbon again. "I-I'll be a good girl, I promise! I won't touch myself ever again and I'll do anything you ask. J-Just please lemme cum, Daddy!"
He lowly chuckles. That's much better. He smacks his cock on your clit a few times, watching you jump before slipping back inside you. He resumes his merciless tempo, fingertips digging into your thighs. You screech, arching your back as he snaps his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of you in tandem with your squelching pussy.
Above you, Taehyung spots you circling your wrists. He checks his bondage, only to see the redness of your skin. Sighing softly, he slows down to reach up and free you. Your arms immediately fly around his neck, clinging to him and digging your nails into his shoulders as he resumes his pace. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, his dick abusing your poor cunt.
"D-Daddy, 'm cumming," you mewl into his ear, warning him. He hisses when you drag your nails down his back, the pain egging him on. "F-Fuck, 'm cumming!"
"Cum for me, little one," he mumbles, angling a bit better, running like a well-oiled machine. His thighs now sting because of the impact against your ass. "Cum all over Daddy's cock like the good slut you are."
You let go instantly. You scream, arching your back and squirming while your body soars with euphoria, your pussy sporadically spasming around him. Taehyung shakily groans, growing sloppy. He slams into you a few more times before stuffing his dick deep inside you, emptying his hot, thick load. You wantonly moan in satisfaction, happily rolling your hips.
Taehyung slumps on top of you, slowly grinding to ride you both through your highs. He pants, attempting to regain his breath, his body hot and cold at the same time. He closes his eyes, using your plush chest as a pillow.
Then he looks up at you with a concerned gaze. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"
You shake your head. "No, but I'm kinda sore."
He frowns. Carefully, he sits up and withdraws himself from within you. Your mixed cum soon follows, leaking and dripping from you like gold. Taehyung tenderly picks you up and carries you to your adjacent bathroom, setting you on the toilet to prepare your bath. While the tub fills with warm water, he adds bubble bath and your favorite bath toys.
After disposing of your ruined dress and stockings, he gently lowers you into the water.
"Relax, princess," he says, undoing your braids. "Let Daddy clean you up, okay?"
"Okay."
He wets your hair and massages your shampoo into your scalp, rinsing and following with your conditioner. You hum, playing with your toys while Taehyung takes care of you. After your hair, he moves on to your body, wiping you down, being extra careful when he arrives at your center. He kisses your cheek to distract you, and you giggle, smiling at him.
He loves this, adores spending time with you and giving you the best aftercare. You are his baby, and he's your caretaker, a teddy bear underneath the beast. Soon you're squeaky clean, and he pats you dry. He dresses you in your favorite unicorn onesie, wanting you to be all nice and warm.
"Let's watch a Disney movie now, okay?" he suggests, changing the sheets and stucking you in afterwards. He hands you your stuffed bear. You beam and nod. "I'll grab you some snacks and your sippy."
"Okay, Daddy!" you chime.
With a loving look, Taehyung leaves for the kitchen, chopping up strawberries and a banana, placing them in a container with three slots. He puts cheezits in the biggest one, then he fills your sippy cup with apple juice, watering it down a bit. He returns to you with your promised treats. You clap your hands in delight.
"Thank you, Daddy," you say as you accept your snacks and drink, popping a sliced strawberry into your mouth.
"You're welcome, baby," he murmurs, lying beside you with the remote in hand. He turns on your favorite Disney movie, cradling you as you nibble away on your cheezits.
While the intro plays, Taehyung whispers, "I love you."
~summary: you daydream of the boy who looks like stardust, but would never have guessed that he was thinking about you, too
~pairing: taehyung x reader
~first kiss, fluff
~word count: 968
~rating: g
~a/n: this fic is to say a massive HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the amazing @taegularities who is getting even older today hehe💗but fr, rid, you are the most amazing author and friend and I am so happy to have met you. I know you are always around to hype me up, and ofc I’ll always do the same for you and your incredible fic ideas.. even if they do try to break my heart😔✊but it’s your birthday so I won’t be enacting revenge... yet😌I know we both share a love of the gorgeous man that is taehyung, so here is my humble offering of a drabble.. it’s basically all about kissing tae. so I hope you have fun ;)
(for this I used the prompts ‘DNTae’, ‘stars’ and ‘bookstore au’ from the wonderful folks over at @thebtswritersclub who organised this birthday project)
Folded arms cushioned your head as you gazed into the inky sky. Forgotten beside you, a book with curling pages lay open, diagrams and lines showing you the night sky. But it couldn’t compare to the real thing, and you had given up on studying to stare wistfully at the glinting stars in the November sky.
This was your absolute favourite spot. Tucked away in the old bookshop near campus, if you went up the old wooden stairs and through the stacks that occupied the mezzanine, was a reading nook with the most glorious window. Its panes stretched to give you a flawless view of the stars on a good night.
Below, the city rumbled on. Though it was already dark, it was still early in the evening and people were returning from work and college.
Any notion of doing the same was far from your mind. You were sure Tae would come to find you and kick you out if necessary.
Ah yes, Taehyung. As your eyes continued wandering across the stars splayed across the backdrop of night, you vaguely thought they were the same colour as his hair. The gorgeous boy worked at the bookshop most days, though he was also a student at your college. During midterms, you had needed to come here often, but hadn’t been able to resist coming back just to chat with the charming man even after they were complete.
Needless to say, your heart had decided your feelings for him before your brain could even have a say. And so it was handy that your new favourite spot in the bookshop (which Tae had introduced you to) allowed you to spend a little more time around him each day.
A smile quirked over your lips as you thought of him. His boxy smile that illuminated his whole face when you walked in, shop bell tinkling. The silvery hair you longed to run your hands through, to see if it was as soft as you imagined.
“What are you daydreaming about?”
With a gasp, your head sprung from its resting place. Deep laughter accompanied Tae’s entrance, while you recovered from your flustered shock.
“Nothing,” you quickly blurted, “just, um, well- just the stars.”
Cocking a brow, Taehyung took a seat beside you.
“Really? It looks like you weren’t paying too much attention to them.”
He flipped your book shut, making room for his elbow to rest on the table. He was angled towards you now, giving you full view of his soft smile. Staunchly ignoring it, you laughed and hit him lightly on the arm.
“Not the stars in the book, obviously! I mean the real ones” – you gestured to the window – “if you haven’t noticed, they do look very nice tonight.”
“Ah, of course,” he nodded, sparing them a glance.
Your eyes too strayed outside, but they couldn’t settle for long. The presence of Taehyung so near to you at the small table was all that occupied your mind. Swallowing, your fumbling fingers found the empty cup which sat beside your book, and you toyed with it until Tae spoke again.
“Thanks for the drink, by the way.”
Looking up, your heart skipped a beat. Maybe you were imagining things, but he seemed closer to you now. Though his smile was harmless enough, the way his dark eyes gazed right into yours was enough to send your head spinning.
“Oh, it’s nothing, I was getting coffee anyway-”
“But it was thoughtful,” he insisted, leaning even closer to emphasise his grateful words. “And you got my order right.”
“I did?”
“Yep, caramel is my favourite.” For a moment his eyes flitted to your own cup. When they lifted, his voice was lower, taking your breath away. “What did you get?”
“Cinnamon.”
To your surprise, your voice was barely a whisper as it passed your lips. A little self-conscious, you tugged your lower lip into your mouth, wetting it with your tongue. With your eyes fixated on Tae, you didn’t miss the way his stare dropped to your mouth, gaze darkening.
“I’d like to try it.”
His voice was equally soft as yours was, tone husky.
You breathed out, trying to steady yourself.
“Sure, when I next go I can get you one-“
The next instant your words slipped your mind, trailing away as Tae’s hand lifted, grazing your jaw.
Another dizzying second and he finally closed the space between you, pressing his lips determinedly against yours.
Without hesitation, you were kissing him back, leaning into him as his palm kept you steady. Perfectly synchronised, your mouths danced together, chasing each movement eagerly. Drunk on the sensation, you surged forwards, shifting closer so your hand could reach his hair, drawing him closer still.
He sighed into your mouth as your fingers delved between the strands of his hair, the vibrations of his moan travelling tantalisingly through you. And by all things holy, his hair was silkier than you had thought, delicious against your fingers.
As you revelled in each other, your movements grew slower, drawing out each moment. Eventually, your lips fell away, though his hand remained at your jaw, yours in his hair.
You were utterly stunned. As your eyes roamed again across his otherworldly features, lit by the dim light of the bookshop and the canvas of stars above, you were certain you were dreaming. But it was him who moved first, hand trailing down the side of your face, gently brushing at your hair.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, breath falling against your skin.
“Tae…”
You blinked dumbly at him, not knowing what else to say. Though you made no move away, the first coherent thought to enter your mind was:
“Shouldn’t you be working?”
A soft laugh left him, mouth lifting at the corners.
“We closed two hours ago.”
thank you for reading!! remember to send plenty of birthday love to @taegularities and read some of her fics if you haven’t (in which case, where have you been?!🤣)
