Like a Reflex — Kim Taehyung
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Trying not to front like I don't want to fuck you You make me want to use that body, till we up that climate Love, remind me, how do you define it A/N: This may be the horniest thing I have ever written omg barefaced Tae with glasses is everything. This is a longer one-shot because I'm not sold on continuing this as a mini series, but god, I could write about nerdy sub tete all day ✮ . Also, every time Tae is awkward, imagine tata mic face as I intended tysm note: listen to both songs above while reading to get the full experience ♡ summary: Taehyung was every mother's dream son-in-law. He worked hard at his high-paying IT job; he woke up early to go to the gym, ate dinner at the exact same time, and went to bed early. You, on the other hand, are not one to settle down; you are young, gorgeous, smart, and independent. He’s disciplined in all areas of his life, except when you’re around. When he runs into you again on a night out with his friends, he knows that he’s about to be a puddle in your hand: you're the only one who can bring out the type of man he really is. pairing: au nerdy salary man sub!tae x dom fem!reader wc: 11k, ~40 min themes: slowish burn plot, tete wants u so baddd its so cute, smut, shy pussy drunk tae, dom/sub, minor bondage, face sitting, praise, spitting, overstimulation, and more i don't want to spoil it just read it you'll scream
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Taehyung was the furthest thing from a clubgoer; he hated crowds, he hated the music that thumped in his chest but felt awkward to bounce to, and he didn’t like that everyone tends to get a little more stupid. He also wasn’t good at saying no. His university friend was getting married, and as one of the groomsmen, it was pretty integral for him to show up to the bachelor party tonight.
Taehyung was fresh out of the shower: hair damp, moisturized, clean-shaven. He popped the last spoonful of his dinner into his mouth as he rinsed the last of his dishes. Quiet R&B sang through the apartment as he tidied up—he liked a clean apartment to come home to. Or maybe he was procrastinating getting ready. He didn’t even know what to wear tonight. A nice shirt, a turtleneck? Jeans?
The blow dryer deafened him as he dried his hair. He thought about what he was going to say and who he was going to talk to. He wanted to set a strategy for his night so that he could strike a balance between seeming enthusiastic and getting to go home. What if the music was terrible and he looked bored? It will be too loud to talk. What if he comes off as rude? He puffed air out of his cheeks nervously as he got ready. Not only did he not want to go to a club, but he also didn’t know how.
His toothbrush dangled out of his mouth as he finished styling his hair. His glasses slid down his nose bridge as he tilted his head forward to assess his hair in the mirror. He scooped out a dime-sized glob of pomade and ran it through his hair before giving it a fluff. He aimed to arrive early at ten, so he could find an excuse to leave early before his friends inevitably got wasted and stupid. He groaned at the thought of staying up so late. Ten was usually when he went to sleep.
On top of supporting his friend tonight, he was being set up with a new girl tonight. Well, sort of. Min-woo and his fiancée, Nina, were celebrating together tonight, and both of them recommended that Taehyung meet an old classmate of theirs. His friends insisted that he needed more excitement in his life. Although he sometimes protested, he agreed: being single at thirty was not his plan.
Taehyung had a good job in IT, a sector that he was good at, paid well, and let him work alone for most of his time. His job earned him this gorgeous high-rise two-bedroom condo that he lived in alone. His building had a well-maintained gym that he went to almost every day at six in the morning, before he would shower, eat breakfast and be out the door by 8:15. He had enough friends who kept him company when he needed it, and otherwise he liked to keep to himself. His dinner time was 7:30pm without fail, and he was happy with his “little hamster wheel of a life”, according to his friends.
After years of being teased and worrying his parents for being chronically single, he caved and agreed to meet this friend-of-a-friend.
She’s a nice girl who works at Kookmin Bank. Her family lives in Cheongdam-dong, and she’s from good money. Perfectly suitable as a wife, if you ask me.
Maybe it was his introversion, or the fact that he had to abandon his bedtime tonight, but he was moving more slowly tonight. Forgive his lack of enthusiasm, but Taehyung had tried his hand with a small handful of women, and all of them would satisfy his parents, but ultimately, he felt like there was nothing there. Enough romance movies and endless hours listening to ballads wrote him out to be a serial romantic, and unfortunately, he’s only met women who were a little too polite, overly performative with their status and equally as uninteresting as him. Every woman he met was gentle and respectful to him, not in a way that made him feel appreciated, but made him feel like they pitied him. Every new introduction to another investment banker made him reel in his lack of a love life.
“Aishh,” he mumbled to himself as he struggled to button the last cuff of his shirt.
He looked in the mirror and adjusted his sleeves. He couldn’t figure out what to wear, so he settled on his go-to for any sort of dressy event: a crispy white dress shirt tucked into his favourite black tailored pants and a black tie. He skipped the blazer; he already looked enough like he was attending a wedding.
Taehyung’s car arrived within ten minutes, and he took one last look in his mirror by the door and licked his lower lip. Here goes nothing.
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The club was packed, dark, and dirtier than Taehyung was comfortable with. The bouncer had IDed him, which embarrassed him. Why the fuck did he think he was younger than nineteen? Bodies bumped past him as he squeezed through the crowd, trying to find his people. The room smelled of cigarettes, spilled drinks, and sweat. The music was loud, very loud, and he thought about how his vinyl player at home always played at the perfect pace and volume for his delicate ears.
Just an hour or so, then I can head home.
“There he is!” Taehyung’s friend wrapped his arms around him and gave him a pat on the back. “I’m glad you made it out tonight. I know it isn’t your thing.”
Min-woo was Taehyung’s classmate from university. Despite being a little older than him, the two had many classes together, and Taehyung helped Min-woo finally graduate. Gap years are crucial to finding yourself in your twenties, Taehyung-ssi.
“Hi, Min-woo hyung,” he said with a polite smile. He shoved his hands in his pockets, letting Min-woo introduce him to a handful of other attendees. Taehyung rounded the circle with bows, handshakes, and tight-lipped smiles. Everyone else was drinking or drunk and had come with plus ones. Figures.
“Oh, and this is Soo-min,” Min-woo gestured to a petite girl standing next to him. She gave you a polite bow, and Taehyung returned the gesture.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” she spoke softly under the loud music.
Soo-min was a pretty, innocent-looking girl with light brown hair that fell to her collarbones. She wore light makeup and contact lenses that made her eyes look bigger. Her skin was very fair, and she was very thin. Her smile was symmetrical and perfectly white. Gangnam dentist, for sure. She was in a pretty dress that flowed down to below her knees, and to be honest, she looked exactly the type of girl Taehyung’s parents wanted him to marry. She also looked like she shouldn’t be here. She practically looked like him.
“Soo-min, Taehyungie here is in IT.”
“Oh, that’s so interesting,” she said with a perfectly constructed smile.
No, it wasn’t.
“Yeah, thanks,” Taehyung replied shyly, and he awkwardly nodded along to the beat of the music and looked around the room.
“So, you earn quite a lot then.” She continued with a small nod.
“Uh, I put a mortgage down on my condo a year ago, so,” he trailed off, fluffing the back of his hair. This felt painful.
The music drowned out most of the conversation, but it bled on with lots of polite yeses and nos, and lots of direct questions that Taehyung felt awkward answering. What was your GPA? How big is your apartment? Where do your parents live now?
Min-woo appeared beside him, clearly a little more inebriated than before.
“Taehyung-ssi,” he mumbled in his ear, his breath smelling of a mix of various drinks. “She’s nice, right? Soo-min went to school with Nina; she can be a little snobbish, but hey, Gangnam money gets you a long way, huh?” He chuckled.
Taehyung nodded before excusing himself to go to the bar and get a drink. He didn’t even drink that much; he just wanted to escape the job interview he was being subjected to with his playdate back there.
Was it too early to try to go home?
He made a few ignored attempts at flagging the bartender down before giving up and just standing there, lightly bobbing his head to the beat of the music.
This night was going to feel like forever.
“Hi, Tae.”
A chill went down his spine at the sound of your voice. Fuck.
He turned around to meet your eyes, and they almost immediately fell to scan your body unintentionally. You looked as beautiful as ever. It was like you knew every single little detail he liked about you and multiplied it.
Your long dark hair cascaded off your shoulders and danced across your back, swirling and bouncing around the pretty ornaments inked into your shoulders, arms and collarbone. The glitter in your lip gloss danced under the lights as you spoke, and your lashes were full and spiky like a doll.
You wore a black top that left your tattoos and round breasts in perfect display, fuck me, Taehyung thought. Your legs looked so long in your tiny black skirt and wrapped in sheer black pantyhose, and your eyeliner wrapped your eye in a way that made you look like a cat. Like a siren.
You smiled up at him and turned your head back towards the bar. Taehyung swallowed and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
You two had met last year at a mutual friend’s housewarming party, and ever since that day, you had completely knocked the wind out of Tae’s lungs. Against everyone’s–and his own expectations, and despite his attempts to keep it under control, you were exactly what he dreamed of. The perfect opposite of him, you were confident, carefree, so unapologetically seductive. The way you commanded a room so easily when Taehyung was barely acknowledged made his stomach flip. And it flipped even more when he knew that you liked seeing him.
You two had slept together for the first time several months ago, a secluded conversation at a party became roaming hands and the type of kissing that made his glasses fog up. That day was the beginning of Taehyung’s psychological torment. He knew that you didn’t do relationships, and that any attempt at getting to know you was futile. According to all factors, you were bad for him, but it didn’t stop his addiction. At any given point on any day, he would drop anything if you asked for it. And he was so ashamed to admit that he was wrapped right around your manicured finger.
“Hello, Y/N. It’s…it’s good to see you.” He stammered. His tie suddenly felt too tight.
You didn’t even look at him, but a small smile spread on your lips, like you were saying I know. He didn’t take any offence—he felt unworthy of your gaze. You leaned over the bar and waved the bartender down with ease, the large-framed man showing up in just a few moments.
“Anything to drink, Tete?” You swirled a tendril of hair around your finger. He blinked and turned to the bartender.
“Uh, I’ll have a glass of white wine?”
You giggled, and he let out an awkward laugh. God, he felt like such a loser.
“And a gin and tonic, please,” you nodded at the bartender, and he whisked away.
“Long time no see,” you said, still watching the bar. From your peripheral vision, you knew Taehyung was staring directly at you; he could never help it. “I would never expect to see you at a club.”
“Err, I’m here for Min-woo. He asked me to be his groomsman for the wedding.”
“How sweet,” you hummed, “You’re not over there with the group?”
“No, there’s a–” Taehyung was about to tell you about Soo-min, but he held his tongue. “Just needed some space.”
You smirked. “Party not good over there?”
Taehyung laughed a little. “It’s okay. Just a lot of people I don’t know.”
“Nina told me she was setting you up tonight.” You turned to face him, an innocent smile splayed across your face.
“Uh,” Taehyung faltered for a moment. “Sort of. I just met her, she’s…nice.”
You cocked your head slightly, not convinced.
“...Nice. That’s cute. She seems like a sweet girl. I hope she’s good for you.”
Taehyung felt a burn in his chest at your approval of his play date. He didn’t want your blessing: he wanted you.
A few moments later, the bartender returned with the two drinks. Taehyung pulled his wallet out, eager to buy you a drink. But before he could even try to pay, the bartender interrupted.
“It’s on me,” the bartender spoke directly to you, his eyes twinkling with charm. “Beautiful girls like you shouldn’t have to pay.”
“Oh, that’s sweet, thank you,” you cooed, leaning in to take a sip of your drink, not breaking eye contact with the tall man on the other side of the bar. Your tongue flicked out to lick your straw innocently before feeding it into your mouth. Taehyung felt his stomach drop.
The bartender turned the card machine to Taehyung, the total only including his own drink. He awkwardly shoved his credit card in the slot while the bartender and you were basically eye fucking.
“What’s your name?” The bartender continued.
“Y/N,” you said with a smile. You tilted your head to one side, letting your hair fall over your back and reveal the bare skin of your shoulder.
“I’m San.” The man leaned a little closer to you, his biceps flexing in his fitted black T-shirt with the cuffs rolled up. “Pleasure.”
“Nice to meet you,” you said, tilting your glass in your hands.
“You come here alone tonight, Y/N?” San leaned in, almost whispering in your ear over the loud music.
“I’m here with friends,” you continued, not backing down from the close distance.
“And yet, you’re here at the bar by yourself,” San continued, smirking at you.
And I’m invisible, apparently, Taehyung thought to himself.
“Just taking a breather,” you replied with a coy smile.
Taehyung knew that you were a flirt, but it made his skin crawl all the same, being subjected to watching you charm someone else. He took a large swig of his wine, letting the dryness wash down his throat.
You and the bartender chatted for a few moments as the music thumped on, and Taehyung felt his chest get tight with jealousy. Over what? You barely saw each other. The last time he even spoke to you was at New Year's, when you two ended up doing a little more than talking. You weren’t his to claim.
He finished the last of his wine with a gulp and set the glass down behind him.
“Anyway, I have to go. Nice meeting you,” you turned and gave Taehyung’s tie a gentle but commanding tug. “Let’s go, Tete.”
Taehyung’s eyebrows raised as he helplessly obeyed you like a puppy. As you pulled him through the crowd by the tie, he turned back quickly to see San looking dumbfounded. Taehyung felt a small amount of triumph that you had chosen to abandon the hot bartender for an IT guy who drinks wine at a nightclub.
Your hand gently guided him through the crowd by his tie, and he followed you like a dog on a leash. You released your hold on him in the center of the dance floor, away from the rest of your friends.
The crowd enveloped you two, and you turned to face Taehyung, draping your arms around his neck.
“Dance with me,” you murmured into Taehyung’s ear. He nervously looked around the room before looking down at you, your eyes glimmering with a presiding playfulness.
How could he possibly refuse?
He quickly swiped his already sweating palms on the back of his trousers before wrapping them around your waist, swaying a little to the beat of your body, the two of you moving against each other inconspicuously.
“So, you’re attending the wedding,” he began, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip nervously.
You hummed, dipping your head over to one side to enjoy the music.
“Yes, I went to check out the venue with Nina last week,” you said, tilting your head back and letting the colourful lights dance across your face.
In the dim lights, your lips glistened as you spoke, and he felt like he was being hypnotized.
You were not the type of woman his parents would necessarily approve of, but he stared at you like you were Aphrodite herself.
“Are you…going alone?”
You were unfazed by his question and kept swaying your head and waist with him slowly.
“Mm, probably. I don’t think it’s appropriate to go to a wedding with a guy I’m just sleeping with, do you?”
A guy you were sleeping with. Of course, there were probably others.
He wanted to walk away; he knew it was so much better for him to fight this. Every time you saw each other, Taehyung went home with a hole in his chest. But you were intoxicating, an oasis to a dying man, an opiate to an addict, and he cursed himself for falling under your spell.
The music transitioned into something slower, warmer, more intimate. You smiled up at Taehyung innocently and dropped your hands from his neck and turned around, your bum grazing gently against his pants as you continued moving your hips.
“This okay?” you tutted, pressing your back against his chest and moving his hands back over your hips and upper thigh.
“Fuck—“ Taehyung blinked hard, shaking his head, muttering under his breath. “Fuck me.”
“If that’s what you really want,” you purred, your hips still rolling and swaying against his pants, letting his hands park themselves on your hips, guiding you as you rocked your hips against his.
You’re dancing on him so torturously and purposefully that Taehyung felt like he should have paid for it. He looks up at the ceiling momentarily and makes a face like he was asking God for forgiveness, before dropping his head back down to watch you with his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Y/N, what are you doing to me?”
He had done so well for the last few weeks. He woke up early, went to the gym, slept on time, and has been very productive at work. He kept himself on a tight routine because he believed that maintaining order in his life would give him the discipline to have a good life. And the strength to stay away from you. To not crave you as he does so wildly and intensely when he’s too ashamed to admit it.
“You don’t like dancing with me, Tete?” You cooed, your arms coming up over your head to gently touch Taehyung’s shoulders behind you.
Taehyung couldn’t respond right away. The friction of you rubbing up against his pants drove him crazy, and your hair gently brushing against his chest as you moved made his heart race. He could feel himself getting stiff in his boxers, and his eyelids got heavier as his grip around your waist moved lower ever so slightly, down to your hips. He knew that you could feel him hardening beneath you as well, and you turned your head to look back at him, flashing him a torturously innocent smile.
“Why do you do this to me?” Taehyung mumbled, speaking as softly as possible to not offend you because, even though he protested, he would die if you stopped looking at him like that.
“Because,” you let your lips graze his cheek, “you’re such a pretty, good boy.”
A breathy groan escaped his lips before he shut his mouth, trying his best to hold it together. You two remained glued to each other, his hands slowly moving lower, and lower, a little firmer.
The song ended, and you turned around, giving him a gentle pat on the cheek.
“I’m heading to the bathroom,” you spoke sweetly into his face, inches from his mouth.
And with that, you whisked away and disappeared into the crowd.
Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He glanced around the crowded room, checking if anyone saw him. He was now almost entirely hard in his trousers, the material of his pants rough against his crotch and making him falter at any friction.
He puffed air out of his cheeks. As quickly as you had appeared, you had left him here, frustrated, flushed, and wanting.
“Oh, there you are.”
Taehyung turned around to see Soo-min, with a soft smile on her face.
“Soo-min, hi.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to hide the tent in his pants.
“We were wondering where you had wandered off to,” she said with a small laugh.
Taehyung let out an awkward laugh.
“Just needed some air,” he blurted, shrugging his shoulders with feigned innocence.
“...In the middle of the dance floor?”
“Ah–” he faltered. He was crumbling a little.
“Anyway, it’s getting late for me, I’m going to head out,” he continued, bowing slightly to Soo-min. “It was nice to meet you.”
“Already? It’s not even midnig–”
“Tete.”
Taehyung turned immediately at the sound of your voice like a reflex. You were already smirking at him when he turned around, and he knew that he had been caught. By Soo-min, by you. No matter what he protested, no matter what he told others, you owned him. He wanted to hold his ground so badly, but his movements betrayed him, and he knew that no matter what he told himself, his body was yours. The way you said his nickname like a command, he fantasized about being at your beck and call all day.
“Sorry, excuse me,” Taehyung murmured to Soo-min, before following closely behind you like your pet.
Although your back was to him, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you heard his footsteps behind you. Just the type of man you wanted.
The city sounds drowned out the music behind him as Taehyung stepped back out onto the pavement. The cool wind hit his face like a splash of cold water, sobering him up from the heavy spell he was under inside.
You flicked your lighter and leaned in to light your cigarette, the orange light of the flame illuminating all the jewelry hanging from your ears. Your eyes glowed with the light, like a jaguar looking at its prey. You exhaled your smoke and took a step closer to him.
“Bring me home,” you said with a smile, draping your arms over his neck. His heart skipped a beat at your request, but he pushed those thoughts down.
“Let me call you a car,” he offered, his hand gently holding you at your lower back, his other hand reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. He was using all of his might not to look into your eyes. “To make sure you get home safely.”
You watched while he pulled up his rideshare app on his phone. A finger came up to lower his screen, forcing him to look at you. Those eyes. Your gaze skewered him through the throat, holding any of his words hostage.
“Gentlemen bring their women all the way home,” you cooed, pushing his phone back down.
Tae looked at you. He was fighting an internal war against your temptation. He knew you didn’t love him. He knew that the past year was just you having fun and him being caught up in his own serial romanticism. You weren’t evil; you had made your intentions very clear, from the first time you let him fuck you in the walk-in closet at a friend’s condo during a house party. He was stronger than that now. He finished his military service, and he strengthened his mind, his body, his discipline.
Which meant he felt even more helpless when he lost all control when you looked up at him with those eyes, smelling like vanilla and black coffee.
Fuck it.
And just like that, the car was a few minutes away, routed back to his condo.
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The key fumbled a little in his hands as Taehyung unlocked his door. The room was dark and smelled faintly of sandalwood, the candle that he had been burning earlier. Thank god he had cleaned the kitchen before leaving. Your heels clicked on his hardwood floors behind him, and he swallowed. He couldn’t believe that this time, you were inside his own home, standing in his living room. Like you were his.
Taehyung hadn’t even gotten to turn any of the lights on before you had backed him towards his own couch, letting his legs hit the seat and fall gently onto the cushions. The glowing city view illuminated the two of you in shadows and low exposure. You straddled his lap and licked a wet line tracing his neck and jawline, causing a small whimper to escape his lips.
You lingered over his lips for a painfully long time, testing the waters of how badly he wanted this. He shuffled under you; the weight of you against his trousers made his hard-on painfully apparent. But that was the least of his concerns with you in his lap, your foreheads pressed together.
“You look so pretty under me, angel,” you cooed against his mouth. “Kiss me?”
Taehyung moaned against your mouth and tilted his head upwards so that your lips finally connected.
He kissed you desperately, needy, pathetic. His lips smashed into yours like he was in a hurry.
He pulled away and opened his eyes to look at you for a quick moment, making sure to lock eyes with you before leaning in and kissing you again.
This wasn’t a brash decision, he was desperate for you to know. He was kissing you with intention; he wanted you with his whole body, and he needed you to know he wasn’t a compulsive man despite your lips hitting him like a drug.
He wanted you to know that when he whimpered and whined for you, he did it earnestly and without hesitation.
And that’s the kind of attitude that got you so fucking wet.
You let your bum grind down on his crotch, and he let out a groan into your mouth.
“Please don’t do this to me,” Taehyung begged, bucking his hips slightly up towards you. You smiled down at him mischievously and lowered yourself to the ground, now sitting between his legs on the floor.
You let him watch you intently as you unbuckled his belt, undid the clasp of his trousers, and pulled down his zipper.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
You let his cock spring free, long and thick and slightly curved. Your mouth watered at the sight, and behind it, Taehyung was red in the face. He covered his face with one hand, shyness washing over him all over again, as you grazed your lips against his dick, blowing air gently over his sensitive red tip that was already leaking precum.
“So hard already, baby,” you cooed. “Did I do something to you?” Taehyung rolled his head back, tossing his head in protest as you held his legs open with your hands, continuing to tease him.
“What a pretty cock just for me, hm?” Little praises fell from your lips as you gripped him softly, your thumb swiping up the glistening fluid dribbling from his tip. “You needed this badly, didn’t you?”
Taehyung looked at you with half-lidded eyes and a pout; his glasses had slid a little lower down his nose bridge; he looked so needy and desperate.
“Please, Y/N. I’ll be—“ he cried. “I’m a good boy.”
You smiled up at him before finally parting your lips and wrapping them warmly around the tip of his flushed, needy cock. Taehyung’s hips bucked up a little at the touch, and he hissed and dropped his head back. His reaction sparked something low and deep in your abdomen. You loved seeing what you did to him. Your tongue poked out, twisting and licking him like a sweet candy.
“Mmph,” he whined, his brows knitting together and his mouth forming an O. “Just like that, please, please.”
You granted his wish, sinking your mouth deeper down on his twitching cock, the heat from your mouth enveloping him in a way that made him feel dizzy. His head was leaned back on his couch, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to memorize the way your mouth felt on him.
His hips unintentionally thrust towards your mouth harder, his cock dipping deeper towards the back of your throat.
Ring. Ring.
Taehyung’s eyes snapped open at the sound of his phone ringing. He leaned over and fumbled for his phone on the couch before seeing who the caller was. Min-woo.
He rushed to silence his phone, pressing urgently on the volume button. You raised your brow before sliding your mouth off of his dick with a messy wet pop. He let out an involuntary whine at the loss of contact.
“It’s okay. Answer it.”
“I—uh…okay,” he stammered, before reaching for his phone again. His thumb slid the answer button across the screen.
“Ne, Min-woo Hyung,” he cleared his throat, fumbling with the buckle of his belt that hung open below his hips now.
Taehyungie! You left already?
“Ah, yeah, I'm sorry, early morning for me tomorrow.” He looked at you apologetically as he spoke; you were straddling the floor with your skirt riding up your thigh. Tae swallowed the lump in his throat.
Ahh, shame I didn’t get to say bye. Did you have fun?
“Yeah, it was fun,” he mumbled. He ran his hand through his hair awkwardly, desperate to keep the conversation short.
You flipped your hair over your shoulder and looked up at him with an evil smile, before picking up his still twitching cock again and flicking your tongue mercilessly over his flushed tip.
Taehyung’s eyes went wider than ever as he realized what you were doing. You took him back into your mouth and swallowed the tip, engorging him in your saliva. Your one hand came up to take care of the rest of his length, pumping slowly and firmly as you milked him into your mouth. His mouth fell open as he watched you. You were a witch.
Anyway, how was Soo-min! Did you get a chance to introduce yourself?
You heard the mention of her name through the receiver and smirked. Your tongue twisted itself around the shaft of his cock, licking a fat, wet stripe up the base.
Taehyung stifled a groan and pulled his phone away from his face to try to hide his noises. His brows furrowed together in protest as you pulled your tongue away from his cock. A rope of saliva draped between your lips and the tip of his dick, before breaking. Your lips were flushed and wet, and you blinked innocently at him.
“Don’t let me distract you,” you cooed sweetly, before dipping your head back down into him and continuing to swallow him whole.
“Oh—fuck,” Taehyung whined, still holding his phone at arm's distance away.
Hello? Tae?
He snapped his phone back to his ear and cleared his throat again.
“Soo-min! Yes, she’s a nice girl.”
She might be interested in seeing you again. You know, maybe not at a club next time. Min-woo laughed on the other end.
But Taehyung wasn’t listening. He was watching you torture his cock with your lips and tongue, your pretty eyes staring up at him all innocently through your long, thick lashes.
“Y—yeah. Maybe I’ll reach out to her.”
No pressure, she says she didn’t really get to talk to you much tonight. It was probably my fault for trying to set this up at a club.
Taehyung might as well have been deaf.
“No-no, I—appreciate your help, thank you.”
As long as I know you’re not feeling so lonely and that you’re doing okay, that’s all that matters to me. Right?
You hummed sweetly at Min-woo’s brotherly love through the phone while you tormented his dongsaeng on his own couch. Taehyung’s eyes were absolutely glued to you, and he didn’t even process what Min-woo had just said to him. You cocked your head to the side sweetly as you dribbled all over his cock. Your hand kept pumping him at a painfully slow pace, and you nodded at him, motioning for him to keep talking.
“Ye-yes. Hyung. I’m good,” Taehyung spluttered.
You okay? You sound strained.
Taehyung’s heart raced with embarrassment, and it only fueled you more. You gave him a final lick on the tip of his cock before standing up.
“Hmm, yes, I’m okay. I’m just…tired,” Taehyung managed, letting his eyes look anywhere else in the room for a moment to escape your spell for a moment. He was barely able to form coherent sentences with the view that he was watching.
Maybe your job takes too much out of you, Taehyung-ssi.
“I’m okay, thank you,” Taehyung murmured, his eyes closed now. He knew he wasn’t really making sense, but he didn’t care.
You weren’t done yet. You pushed Taehyung’s arm back a little to allow space for you to straddle him. His eyes pleaded with you as you lifted your skirt just enough to expose your soaked pussy to him. Of course, you were fucking commando.
Taehyung felt like he could cry. He watched you with desperate eyes as you leaned back and propped yourself up with your hands behind you on his knees, and slowly started grinding yourself down against Taehyung’s bare cock. He twitched under you at the warmth of your wet pussy sliding up and down his length, his cock trapped between your heat and his own abdomen. Taehyung dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling and held his phone away from himself again, quiet whines falling helplessly from his lips.
I’m just looking out for you, that’s all.
The phone returned to his ear so that he could garble a reply.
“Thank you, Hyung,” he repeated, unable to think of anything else.
You smiled down at him as you expertly rolled your hips forward, continuing to coat the underside of his cock with your warm, wet arousal. Taehyung’s mouth hung open with short pants as he watched the head of his own cock peek in and out from between your folds, milking pre cum out of his tip. Taehyung felt like screaming.
“I have to go,” Taehyung blurted out into the receiver. “Thank you, good night.”
Okay, good n–
He had already hung up, his phone slipping out of his hands and hitting the ground.
“So cute,” you cooed, continuing your motion. “You have your friend worried for you. Such a sweet boy.”
Taehyung nodded at your words, eyes still locked with what you were doing to him.
You stood up and took his hand, and he stood up quickly, eager to do whatever you wanted him to do.
“Bring me to your bedroom, angel,” you said, the request sending Tae’s heart soaring.
He walked with your hand in his, guiding you gently to his bedroom door. The door swung open, and he immediately got onto the large king bed, draped neatly in dark gray sheets and a little mountain of pillows.
Taehyung laid patiently on his back at the end of his bed as he watched you tug your top up over your shoulders and toss it to the ground. You looked so perfect in just your skirt, your sheer thigh-high pantyhose, and your bra.
“Take those off,” you instructed, taking a step towards the bed.
Taehyung quickly loosened his tie from his neck and unbuttoned his shirt all the way to the bottom before tossing them both to the floor. His trousers slid off a moment later, crumpling down to the ground. His cock sprang free, smacking himself in the abdomen with vigor.
You hummed to yourself at the view of his naked body. Of all the qualities that made him pathetic, his body definitely wasn’t one of them.
You straddled him now, sliding further up his torso, your legs now on either side of his neck and sitting gently on his chest, pinching him between your thighs.
“Let’s take these off too, hmm?” Your fingers reached for his glasses that now sat a little too low on his nose.
He nodded, and you removed his glasses from his sweet little face. Except, in place of where his puppy eyes usually were, pitch-black pupils pierced through you with burning desire. Taehyung was typically calm and controlled, but his eyes were so blown out with lust that he looked like he had transformed into something else entirely. He looked like a starved dog—he might as well have been drooling.
He was too far gone to feel ashamed now. In the everyday world, he was a quiet, polite, boring man who, other than sometimes getting hit on by the barista, lived his life completely under the radar. His friends and family treated him like he was fragile, like he couldn’t handle a thing. A ghost, a Clark Kent.
That’s why he was addicted to you. Because while other people spoke up to him as to not hurt his feelings, and against all his wishes to keep his secret down, you knew he was a pathetic, desperately horny submissive man who needed to be bossed around and would let you step on him if you wanted to. Taehyung wasn’t a particularly exciting man, but you brought out all of his deepest desires every time you saw him, whether he liked it or not.
You smiled and licked your lips at the sight of him. This was the man you loved fucking. Not the 5’10” nerd who spoke cautiously to everyone and apologized way too much, you knew how to unlock the man inside that ate your pussy until you tapped out and literally begged to fuck you over a balcony at the last New Year’s Eve party.
Taehyung’s hands came up to give your bum a careful squeeze, coaxing you to lower yourself onto his mouth.
“Baby, I’m going to make a mess of your pretty bedsheets,” you said with a small laugh.
“Please,” he murmured, nudging you to straddle his face. “Ruin anything you want. Just let me taste you.”
You scooted a little closer, and he lifted his head off the pillow to close the distance himself, so desperate. You let out a sharp exhale as he connects his mouth with your soaked pussy on his own.
Taehyung ate pussy like it was his last meal. He had been practically itching for this all night, and when given the chance, he was going to cherish the taste of you.
You let out a breathy moan at the contact, his tongue lapping up your arousal in firm, long licks. His jaw closed and opened against the rhythm of your hips, drinking you up with such determination. Your fingers flew to his hair, gripping firmly enough to use as leverage as you ground your hips down against his mouth, earning a muffled moan from the man below you.
Taehyung’s eyes were shut, and his jaw flexed as he continued to consume you, alternating between tongue-fucking you and lapping against your clit like a lollipop. Your moans fell uncontrollably from your mouth, gasoline to his fire. He pressed his nose against your folds, your symphony of sounds like praise to his humble ears. He felt like he could drown in your wetness, but he’d rather die than stop now. He was going to burrow his face so deep into your pussy that he’d taste you for the rest of the week. In this moment, he was all yours and he wanted you to absolutely use him.
His lips closed in around your clit, and he sucked gently on your clit in soft, quick pulses, making you arch your back and falter on your hips. The change in sensation made your knees buckle slightly, and your weight pinned Taehyung down into his mattress a little further, earning another moan from him into your pussy.
His hands came up to hold your hips and bum, holding you firmly against him as he continued to serve you. He held you tilted against his mouth like he was drinking out of you like a bowl, the sweetest thing he has ever been honoured to enjoy.
You felt a familiar knot form in your lower stomach, but you weren’t ready to give him the satisfaction of cumming on his face just yet.
You propped yourself up on your knees, giving him some air. He didn’t want it. He lifted his head again, trying to delve his tongue back into you, but you gently rocked your hips back to give yourself more separation.
Taehyung looked up at you with his pitch-dark, puppy eyes, pinned underneath your legs. His hair was sticking up in odd directions, and his lips were swollen and pink. His entire chin was dripping.
“More,” he pleads. “Please let me have more.”
“You look so pretty for me,” you praised him, and he licked his lower lip, awaiting for you to give him something more.
Your thumb slid down to his chin, giving it a lazy wipe, before planting a firm open-mouthed kiss on his lips. Your tongue danced against his, muffling his moans with your own. You pressed down on his chin to guide him to open up his mouth.
“Open up for me, darling,” you whispered, and he obeyed, his mouth open for you, his tongue ever so slightly peeking out.
You leaned down towards him and brought your face so close to his, and let a warm pool of saliva drip off your tongue and land into his mouth. You spit gently into his mouth, and Taehyung whimpered at the sensation, swallowing your saliva with a soft groan.
“Mm, Y/N,” he groaned, shaking his head in pure torment. “You’re so fucking hot.”
He tilted his chin up towards you, silently begging for another kiss. You smiled and leaned back down, swiping your tongue along his lower lip and letting him whine against your lips. You let another pool of saliva drip into his mouth, and Taehyung drank it off your tongue. He was a puddle underneath you.
“Please let me keep going,” he begged quietly. “Let me taste you.”
“Such a good boy, hmm? Let’s not hurt your neck, baby. Get on the floor.” You lifted your leg over his face to free him from your straddle.
Taehyung obeyed immediately, getting up off the covers and kneeling down at the foot of his own bed. The cold hardwood floor pressed against his knees, but he couldn’t notice a thing other than the way you undressed yourself in front of him, on his own bed. First, your bra unhooked, then your skirt slid down, until you were in nothing but your sheer thigh highs. His cock throbbed against his abdomen, bouncing gently against his toned stomach as he twitched at the sight of your naked body.
You took a moment to look at him. The only light came from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the soft light emphasized every line and crevasse of his toned, built body. His hair was now dampened with sweat, his bangs stuck messily against his forehead. His eyes were wide and begging, and still dark as ever. He was on his knees with his hands behind his back, patiently waiting for you to let him please you.
“You look so beautiful, Y/N,” he said softly, and you smiled and scooted closer to him. He gave you a soft kiss on your leg, trying to coax you to let him touch you.
“You’re going to eat my pussy from the back like a good boy, hm?” You turned around on your knees and bent forward with your bum in the air, teasing him with the view of you spread open in doggy-style in front of him.
“Yes, fuck—yes Y/N,” he spoke like he was going to cry.
“And you’re going to touch yourself while you do it, hm? Let me hear how much I turn you on,” you almost smiled at your own torture.
“Yes–yes.”
You smirked at him before letting him crawl up to you on his knees, and he closed his eyes as he let his tongue drag a slow, firm stripe up your fold from your clit to your opening.
You let out a breathy moan, earning a whine from the shy, muscular man kneeling like a beggar behind you.
Taehyung was an obedient man. He kept his hands to himself as he licked you out, one hand slowly pumping himself as he felt you clench around his tongue. He groaned into your heat, the vibrations sending a chill up your spine. You moaned into the duvet as he continued to devour you, the change in angle making all the difference. Your clit was more sensitive now, and every flick of his tongue drew a whimper from your mouth.
His hand was moving faster on himself now, and you could feel the rhythm of his hand rocking against the bed. His moans were muffled as he pushed his face in deeper, his mouth reaching every inch of your trembling pussy from top to bottom.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his breath hitching as he jerked himself off to the taste of you. “So–so sweet. So good. Let me make you cum, please. Please, baby. Please–fuck–let me spoil your pretty pussy.”
Contrary to his everyday personality, Taehyung was awfully vocal with you. He was too shy to even use nicknames with you, but behind closed doors, he was just as dirty as you. As he neared his orgasm, his words got filthier, and he became more vocal about exactly what he wanted to do for you.
The bed rocked a little harder at the pace that Taehyung was pumping himself, his moans spilling out clumsily. You could tell he was close.
“Your cunt is so good to me–fuck–so pretty. Cum on my tongue, please, baby. Fuck–let me–let me have it.” Taehyung was about to explode.
You took that as your cue to back off from his tongue. He let out a whimper in protest, leaning forward to try to get one last kiss in as you crawled further up the bed.
“Come here,” you said breathily, the command in your voice growing weaker and more urgent. “Lie on your back.”
He practically leaped up onto the bed, lying down against his own pillow in the centre of the bed. You climbed over him again, this time straddling his waist. His eyes looked at you wide and desperate, like a puppy begging for a treat. Taehyung wasn’t too convincing with his words at times, but his eyes did everything for you.
“I’m going to ride you nice and slow, baby.” You leaned up onto your knees, sliding your dripping wet pussy up the length of his cock pressed against his abdomen one more time. “Just how you like it, hm?”
“God, yes.”
“But you’re not going to touch me. Okay, angel?”
Taehyung looked at you in disbelief. You were towering over him, naked and perfectly dewy with sweat and your body oil. Your hair was slightly messy but still fell around your face in a way that made his cock twitch, and your eyeliner was still perfect as ever.
How the fuck was he not supposed to touch you?
You sank down onto him, bottoming out as the tip of his cock rammed into your g-spot. You both moaned in unison before you propped yourself onto your arms and started slowly rolling your hips up and down his length.
“God, your pussy is so perfect,” Taehyung cursed under his breath, eyes dropping down to watch you slide down on his dick once more. All the shyness in him had dissolved the moment his cock delved into the warmth of your wet heat.
You gently picked up the speed, reaching a pace that matched the whimpers that were spilling out of the mouth of the closed-eyed man under you.
“I need more,” he whined. “Please, I want–please. Need you to fuck me like I’m a good boy.”
You smirked and lifted onto your knees before forcing yourself back down onto him, the tip of his cock ramming into you with a force that made him recoil upwards.
“That’s it, baby. Oh my god,” he murmured, his lips pink and swollen as he bit down onto them between moans.
Taehyung let out a cry, and his hands came up to hold you by the waist, helping himself to more. You were so lost in the rhythm of riding him that you didn’t notice the rule break right away. He pushed your hips down harder against his, letting the tip of his dick knock feverishly against your g-spot. So fucking good.
You realized what he was doing a moment later, and immediately, you grabbed his wrists. His eyes cracked open, and you could tell that he didn’t feel so bad about disobeying you.
“What did I just say, Tete?” That nickname made his cock twitch inside of you. He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue. “You’re not very good at following instructions tonight, are you?”
He shook his head, cheeks flushed and only half listening. He was drunk off your pussy, rutting his hips up into yours continually, trying to feel that sensation of you milking his needy cock again. But you weren’t going to let it slide.
You leaned over the bed and reached for the tie that he had loosened and cast off to the side earlier, the knot still tied loosely.
“Hands,” you ordered.
Taehyung felt his heart race in anticipation. Like a good boy, he held his wrists out to you, letting you wrap his tie around them, before you pulled the knot tighter again. The restraint of his hands made his head spin; he was so vulnerable under you, and he loved it. You could do anything to him, and he’d take it eagerly.
“Since you can’t fucking control yourself,” you whispered, and Taehyung’s expression was a mix of guilt and a hint of cockiness. You knew he loved this.
The knot felt tight but secure around his wrists, and you took his two bound hands and pinned them up above his head. His arms flexed as he let you held him down, the tendons of his forearms protruding in a way that made you want to bite them.
You continued rolling your hips against his, picking up the pace again, and his orchestra of whimpers and moans continued. Taehyung was, obviously, much stronger than you. But his arms stayed put anyway, the weight of your arm forcing them down just enough to drive him over the edge.
The room was quiet, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of wet skin on skin, the erotic sounds coming from Taehyung’s lips against the accompaniment of the city sounds down below.
Taehyung’s head knocked against his pillow helplessly as he fought against the restraint of the tie around his wrists, wanting to touch you, but also loving the sensation of being held down. He bucked his hips upwards like a dog in heat, matching your tempo as your ass smacked against his thighs.
“Yeah, angel? Are you enjoying being held down? Such a naughty boy,” you hummed sweetly. “You like this?”
“Love this, love–you,” he groaned, eyes still completely shut, his jaw clenched. Your breath hitched for a moment at the sudden sweet words, but you maintained pace.
Taehyung was too pussy drunk to think straight, just an endless stream of praise and sweet talking fell from his lips as you milked him closer to his demise. The knot in his stomach grew tighter, and his abdomen was fully flexed, his V-line prominent and hauntingly beautiful in the dim light.
“May I–please–may I cum inside your pretty pussy, baby,” he breathed. “Let me cum inside your perfect pussy?” His eyes were open again now, and they bore into you, pleading with you.
How could you say no to those pretty eyes?
You leaned down towards him, letting his hips rut upwards and fuck you from below.
“Go ahead, baby. Take what you need,” you whispered into his ear. The coil in his stomach snapped.
Taehyung’s orgasm crashed over him like a wave, and his vision blanked out for a moment as all he felt was euphoric bliss.
“Fuuuck,” he cried out, his arms still pinned under your hands. “God–Y/N, I’m–cumming.”
You rolled your hips against his, letting him ride out his orgasm underneath you. His skin glistened with sweat, his brows knitted together as he chased his climax.
“Y/N, I’m so–fuck–” he spluttered, your name falling from his lips over and over again like it was a prayer.
He thrust his hips upwards a few more times before he slowed his pace and held his hands up towards you, silently begging you to remove the tie. You smiled and loosened the knot before giving him a sweet kiss on his wrists.
“Good boy,” you whispered. “You did so well.”
Something in his demeanour had changed. His desperation had turned to insistence, authority.
“We’re not done, though, are we, baby?” He growled beneath you before helping you up off his hips. You let out a laugh as he picked you up and moved you to the end of his bed, letting you bend over on your hands and knees.
If there was one thing Taehyung couldn’t get enough of more than going down on you, it was bending you over.
He towered over you now, his cock still hard as ever. He slid his cock right back inside you so easily, the different angle hitting your g-spot in a way that made you yelp.
“I need to feel you cum on this cock, sweet girl,” he murmured. “I need it.”
You were worn out, and your knees felt weak, but your pussy clenched around him feverently. Both of you moaned in chorus at the feeling of fullness inside of you. He picked up the pace again, punching the air out of your lungs with the strength of his thrusts against your backside.
“God, fuck, Tae!” you cried out, your face buried into his duvet. He loved seeing you like this for him, bent over and taking him. This view kept him crawling back to you over and over again.
His whimpers grew more pathetic and high-pitched; he was combating his own overstimulation to please you. Your pussy milked him tightly as he felt you near your orgasm, and the intensity made him want to cry. His head fell forward, his face in a grimace, teeth clenched, and brows furrowed. Despite the hisses that escaped his mouth, his hips continued at a torturous pace, rocking you nearer and nearer to your bliss.
His fingers came down to caress your clit, rubbing quick circles and pressing with just enough pressure to make your legs tense up.
“God, don’t stop, Tae,” you begged. “Keep fucking me, just like this.”
“Anything you want, baby,” he cooed, his other hand holding you around your waist, pinning your body against his tighter.
Taehyung winced as he fucked you deeper, his cock begging for the friction to stop, but his mind was sharpened, only knowing the goal of making you finish all over him. He dug his teeth hard into his lower lip as he pushed through his own sensitivity, determined to please the beautiful vixen spread across his bed.
Your vision was going blurry now; you couldn’t even think straight. The fire in your core burned hotter, and you felt your orgasm about to tip you over the edge.
“I’m–I’m cumming,” you cried out, as the electricity flooded your body. Every part of you shook, your legs tensed as Taehyung railed you through your climax.
“God, fuck! Taehyung,” you were drunk off his cock, letting him split you open as you felt your body turn to jelly. He rocked his hips against yours a few more times before he slowed his pace and collapsed down onto the bed together with you.
The two of you were sprawled across his bed, his body on top of yours, and your chests rose and fell heavily in tandem, both panting in the aftermath. Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him for comfort as he came down from his high. He stayed inside of you, a comfort you allowed and appreciated while your head spun.
“Here, baby, let me.” Taehyung planted a kiss on your shoulder before he gently pulled himself out, a spill of your fluids mixed, dripping out of you slowly and trickling down your leg.
“Mm, that’s hot,” he murmured to himself, eyeing his own climax dripping out of you like icing off a cinnamon bun.
He slid two fingers gently between your folds, collecting the sticky white fluid up on his fingers, before opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around his digits. He let out a soft moan at the taste of you and him, a cocktail that he was addicted to. You watched in awe as he licked his fingers clean, before rounding your shoulder and lifting your chin towards his, planting a long, sweet kiss on your lips.
When he pulled away, you looked a little shocked. This was the type of man he really was, and he only ever wanted to show you this side of him. He gave you a small smirk. Was that cockiness behind those eyes?
“Don’t move,” Taehyung whispered, and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, leaving you collapsed and messy on his bedsheets. Your eyes slowly blinked as you took in the silence that lured you into slumber. The room was…strangely familiar. Safe. The softness of the duvet against your cheek comforted you as you came back to reality. The sheets smelled like him, a mix of his scent and the bodywash he had in his shower.
When he returned, he had changed into a pair of light gray sweatpants and a T-shirt that fit him way too nicely for you to ignore. He held a warm, wet washcloth and lowered himself to his knees again to clean you up. He was gentle, careful not to stimulate you again, and he wiped you clean, your stomach, your bum, your back, and you felt a little flutter in your chest.
You two had only ever hooked up in inconvenient places. Here, you were safe and warm on his bed, and he was taking such good care of you: something he was never able to do for you before.
Your original top and skirt were tossed to the ground, and Taehyung collected them for you. The late night had grown colder, and Taehyung had brought you one of his own hoodies.
“You didn’t come with a jacket,” he mumbled as he held the sweater towards you. “Please, take it. I don’t want you to be cold.”
You would have turned it down, but you knew that you had ruined your skirt tonight, and you did not want to climb back into your uncomfortable corset again. Against your own typical independence, you lazily threw your arms towards him with a pout, welcoming him to drape the hoodie over your naked body for you. His eyes lit up a little, but he remained calm and quiet. He draped the large hoodie over your body, and its warmth enveloped you like a blanket, like an embrace. The familiar scent of his deodorant tickled your senses.
“This is okay?” he murmured as he guided the hoodie down your body until you were fully covered. You nodded and got up off his bed before heading over to the door of his balcony.
The city was quieter at this hour, and the cool air felt good against your cheeks and your bare legs. Taehyung appeared a few moments later, in a cardigan and his glasses again and holding a small glass ashtray, placing it on the ledge for you. The two of you stood next to each other, staring out at the large city that stretched below you, listening to the cars and hum of the urban sprawl together.
Taehyung was sipping a glass of water, and he handed it to you, urging you to take a sip. You accepted.
“Great job tonight,” you said to him with a small breathless laugh, handing his glass of water back to him. A smile spread across his face as he took back his drink.
“You too,” he said with a smug laugh. His cockiness only really ever came out around you when you two were alone. You liked that he felt comfortable enough around you to be himself.
A silence fell between you two, comfortable and easy.
“Can I take you to dinner?”
“For what?”
“I…I want to see you again.”
“That’s sweet,” you began. “But you don’t want to take that Soo-min girl to dinner?”
He shook his head ferverently.
“No,” he said with an awkward smile. “I only want to see you.”
You looked up at him with sympathy in your eyes. He looked at you with pure, unfiltered honesty; it almost made you feel bad for him.
“Tae,” you drawled. “We’ve talked about this before.”
Your words were only a dull pain in his chest—he knew this already. He knew you didn’t love him when you flirted with him, when you spent your night with him, when you let him bend you over your friend’s balcony. A younger him would have let the ache bother him, but it only fueled him more now.
You turned to step back inside to grab your bag. Taehyung was one step ahead of you: he pulled out a pack of his own cigarettes before you could find yours, and slid one in between your lips. He didn’t smoke, but he knew the brand you enjoyed and had kept the pack from ages ago when he bought it for you. The small gesture made you smile.
“I know. I’m not the man for you.”
“Mhm.”
“But, what if you’re the woman for me?”
You laughed, letting him light the end of your cigarette for you as you took your initial drag.
“There’s not another girl in your life, Tete? Someone who loves you and treats you sweetly?”
He shoved his hand in his pocket and fluffed the back of his hair.
His silence was your answer: he avoided other women because he was only ever thinking about you.
“Or do you only chase the one who only lets you see her after dark and uses your body like a toy?”
Tae felt his cheeks get warm, and he adjusted his glasses.
“I only…want you,” he spoke towards the ground.
A silence hung in the air as you looked over the balcony at the city below you, nursing the cigarette between your fingers. There was a shift in your expression, like a hint of pity, or something else. Taehyung watched you intently.
“I’m free on Thursday evening. You can pick me up at 8.”
His eyes widened at your words. You have never said yes to him a day in his life for the whole time you’ve known him. Taehyung’s heart soared at your approval, but he knew better than to scare you off. He shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Okay.”
You continued to finish your cigarette and Taehyung leaned over the balcony ledge with you, both of you enjoying each other’s presence and the quiet night.
“Stay the night?” Taehyung managed to ask, all his shame and pride washed down the drain.
You turned to look at him, cigarette smoke floating prettily around your face as you flicked some ash off the end.
“I can run you a bath, and I have some pyjamas I can lend you, they’re comfortable, I promise—“
“Taehyung.”
God, his whole chest ached at the way you said his name, like it was a command.
“I’ll see you later,” you smiled sweetly at him as you ashed your cigarette out into the little glass tray he had set out for you.
Taehyung walked you to his door and helped you back into your heels before handing you your purse. You pulled the hood of his sweater up over your hair, cocooning you in its warmth.
You hadn’t even left yet, and he felt his chest draining.
You unlocked his front door before turning back towards him, giving him a sweet pat on the cheek. Taehyung’s eyes danced desperately all over your face, memorizing the image of you in his hoodie, comfy, messy-haired, and leaving his apartment. His heart thumped in his chest like he was going to die: it was like his withdrawals began immediately.
“Try not to miss me too much, Tete. I’ll see you in a few days. Have a good night,” you gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek before opening and disappearing out his door.
It was far too late for that. You were embedded into his skin, his tongue, his consciousness. He wasn’t going to sleep until after he saw you again.
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God nerdy Tete is so hot and pathetic it’s perfect
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