they don't know bout us
pairing — enemy!taehyung x reader
genre — smut, enemies to lovers, enemies in public, lovers in secret, one shot
warning — mdni, 18+, jealousy, possessive tae, semi-public sex, janitor closet sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, creampie, rivalry act in public, obsessive behavior, fictional. don’t like don’t read.
wc — 2k+
a/n — jealous tae in a janitor closet… yeah
The mop bucket rattles against the wall as Tae shoves you inside the janitor's closet, the door clicking shut behind him. The space filled with chemical smells and stacked boxes of toilet paper. He doesn't say a word at first. That's how you know he's really worked up. His jaw is tight, his chest rising and falling in controlled breaths as he crowds you against the shelf, his palms flat on either side of your head. The scent of his cologne something dark and woodsy mixes with bleach and floor wax.
"You think it's funny?" His voice is low, rough, scraping against the quiet. "Letting sunjae touch your arm like that. Laughing at his jokes." You bite your lip, trying to suppress the smile threatening to break through. "I was just playing along, Tae. You know the act. We are enemies in public, remember?"
His hand moves to your throat feeling your pulse jump under his palm. "I don't give a fuck about the act when he's looking at you like he wants to eat you alive." His thumb traces along your jawline, tilting your head back. "You're mine. Say it." A shiver runs down your spine as you meet his dark eyes. "I'm yours."
"Not good enough." He presses closer, his thigh sliding between yours, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against the thin material of your skirt. "I need to feel you."
His mouth crashes against yours. One hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back as his lips trail down your neck, sucking hard at the spot just below your ear that makes your knees weak.
"tae mmmm " you moan, arching into him.
"Shut up." But his voice cracks on the words, softer now. "Just let me... I need to be inside you. Need to remind you who fucks you at night while the whole school thinks we hate each other."
His fingers find the hem of your skirt, pushing it up around your hips. You're not wearing panties , you never do when you know there's a chance of sneaking off with him. He groans when he realizes, his cock twitching visibly against his jeans.
"Fucking knew it. You planned this." But there's no accusation in his voice just raw hunger.
He unbuckles his belt with practiced efficiency, the clink of metal loud in the small space. His jeans drop just enough, and he's already hard, precum beading at the tip. He spins you around, bending you over a stack of cardboard boxes, your palms bracing against the chemical shelf.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name," he growls against your ear, one hand gripping your hip while the other guides his cock to your entrance. "And when you walk out of here, you'll feel me dripping down your thigh. Let sunjae see that. Let him know."
He pushes in without warning one smooth, brutal thrust that fills you completely, stealing your breath. A choked moan escapes your lips, and he slaps a hand over your mouth, his other hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.
"Quiet," he hisses, though his own breathing is ragged. "Unless you want the whole school to find out the perfect little princess is getting railed in the janitor's closet by her sworn enemy."
He sets a punishing rhythm fast, deep, each thrust driving you further into the boxes, making them screech against the floor. The shelf rattles, a bottle of cleaner tipping over and rolling off somewhere. His hand leaves your mouth to grip your hair, pulling your head back as he fucks into you from behind.
"Whose pussy is this?" Each word punctuated by a thrust.
"Y-yours," you manage, voice breaking.
"Louder."
"Yours, Tae!"
"That's right." He slows down, just barely, grinding deep inside you, making sure you feel every inch. "And don't you ever forget it. I don't care how many guys flirt with you. I don't care how good you act in front of them. At the end of the day, you come crawling back to me, for my cock, and I'll be here in this closet, in your bed, wherever the fuck I want reminding you who you belong to."
He pulls out suddenly, and you whimper at the loss. But he just turns you around, lifts you onto the shelf, and sinks back into you face-to-face. His forehead presses against yours, his eyes locked onto yours as he thrusts slower now, deeper, letting you feel every inch of him.
"Look at me," he whispers. "I want to see your eyes when you come." His hand slips between your bodies, thumb finding your clit, circling in time with his thrusts. Your nails dig into his shoulders, muffling your moans against his neck as the pressure builds, coiling tight in your belly.
"I'm close" you gasp. "Cum for me," he commands, his voice breaking into something almost tender. "Cum on my cock, baby. Show me who you belong to."
The orgasm hits you like a wave, your body shuddering against his, your inner walls clenching around him. He follows a second later, a low groan muffled against your shoulder as he spills inside you, hot and deep. For a long moment, neither of you moves. Just breathing, tangled together in the dim light, surrounded by mops and bleach. He pulls back finally, tucking himself back into his jeans. But before he zips up, he presses a kiss to your forehead, gentle, almost reverent. You smile, fixing your skirt. "What if sunjae flirts with me again?" His eyes flash, but there's a smirk on his lips now.
"Then I guess you'll need another reminder."
