Stoner Tae
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Warnings: Suggestive
Summary: Just some cute skater/stoner Taehyung, no real plot, just love this type of Tae!
Word count: 1k
reposted from old account
Taehyung took a long hit from the bong before quickly passing it to you, smoke coming out in thick puffs as he coughed and hit his chest.
“Pussy!” you called out to him before handing him your water bottle. “Thought you said you didn’t want anything to drink” you taunted at him. He gave you the finger before flicking the cap off the water and chugging half of it. You giggled at your boyfriend, the joint you shared earlier still clouding your mind as you watched water drip down his plump lips. Tae tried to give his best sexy wink as he continued to down the water, but it backfired when he began laughing at his own dumb antics, causing water to spew from his mouth and down onto the concret in front of him. You were both in his backyard, the fence shielding you from unwanted visitors, and being outside helped with the smell of course.
“You’re so stupid” you giggled at him before putting the bong to your lips. Taehyung wiped the water from his face and walked over to his skateboard, which was laying limply halfway on the grass. He had just gotten his new skate shoes today, and he was itching to ride with them. You never understood the intense need to wreck a pair of shoes, to wear each tear from the sidewalk as a sort of honorary badge. I guess everyone has their thing, getting beat up by the fault of his own board was Tae’s thing. You’ll never forget the look on his face the first time you saw him break a board trying to do some trick on the curb. You thought he would be heartbroken, I mean he babied that thing, named it, cleaned its bearing with delicate hands, but when the first small crack was heard he couldn’t get that dumb smile off his face. He snapped the rest of it with his knee, a proper send off, like throwing an empty lighter on the ground. Taehyung spent the next two weeks saving for a new one. He’d work double shifts at the gas station down the road every time he needed money for anything for his board; trucks, bearings, grip tape, what have you.
Tae kicked the board over with his fresh canvas shoes, not caring that they cost him his last paycheck. This current board had seen better days. It was going on 6 months, the longest he had ever kept a board alive, and it was pretty noticeable. The image that was once on the underbelly was completely scratched away, rough divots scratched through the paint and into the wood. If anyone asked what it was supposed to be he would say it was you, when in reality it was a devil girl with a snake tongue in skimpy black clothing. You’d laugh and hit him on his shoulder, but all in all you were glad the image was faded into a memory. Not everyone had to know that you weren’t the good girl people thought you were.
“You ever gonna hit that or do plan on just holding it all day” Tae joked as he stood on the skateboard, swaying his hips back and forth and not really moving anywhere. You blushed a little before grabbing the lighter and lighting the bowl, hitting it as he tried to do some sort of trick. When you put the bong down you were turned away for no more than a second before you heard the skidding of the board and a hard thud against the pavement. Turning around quickly you saw your boyfriend curled up sideways in a ball making exaggerated groaning noises.
“You good?” you asked not really phased. Taehyung sat up with a pout and pushed his elbow out into view, showing a large scratch that was already starting to bleed.
“I got a boo boo.” he said through pursed lips, looking up from the ground with puppy dog eyes.
“Oh no!” You giggled, and playing along got up from your seat to crouch down in front of him. Your hands cupped his face and you gave him a forced frown, causing him to let out a small whimper before he begged, “Kiss it better?” He closed his eyes and puckered his lips waiting to feel yours, his hands now holding him up behind him. Your hands rested on his upper thighs as you leaned in slowly, squeezing them softly just to tease him. When you were inches from his lips you quickly moved upward to kiss his forehead instead; but Taehyung was ready. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down on top of him, his brown hair frayed against the ground.
“Gotcha.” he said quietly, your face hovering above his. With a slight smile you leaned down, closing the space between the two of you. His lips were warm against yours, the musk from the smoke still evident on his breath. Your hands went in his hair as the kiss deepened, his tongue finding its way to yours. It wasn’t long before Taehyung was pulling your hips down to meet his crotch, the semi hardness from his growing erection sliding against you, making you let out a small groan. You sucked at his bottom lip before letting it go with a slight pop, his head following yours for more as you began to pull away. A giggle escaped your mouth before giving him a quick kiss on the nose.
“Maybe we should go inside.” you suggested. Taehyung pouted again as his head laid back down on the pavement.
“Fiiiiine” he said, acting more bothered about stopping then he actually was, “but once we do, I’m in charge.” There was a devilish glint in his eyes as he looked up at you. Taehyung may have liked to play games, but it seemed he was starting to forget who the real trouble maker was.
“Yeah,” you started with an eye roll, “sure you are.”
