⟢ genre + warnings: bff’s to lovers, mmf-threesome, nsfw 18+, explicit smut actions in the form of kissing, teasing, fondling, unprotected just the tip, cockTIP-warming
⟢ summary: Your best friends have never reacted to your purposeful wardrobe choices for weekly movie night, due to Jimin’s fear of ruining the friend group, until Taehyung takes matters into his own hands.
⟢ an: thank you theresa for this commission! this idea sparked my creativity and i enjoyed writing every single moment of it 🥵
Sitting in the living room, the light flashing from the movie on the screen is only slightly more distracting than the way that Jimin and Taehyung keep staring at you. It’s your weekly movie night with the two roommates—your close friends since you moved into the same complex as them a couple years ago—and you were excited to show them the new Ikea sofa bed you purchased.
While they’ve always acted weird at times, the typical guy behavior when you would (purposefully) wear short sleep shorts and bend over a little too close to them or whatnot, tonight you can feel their eyes burning into you for doing much of nothing.
“Okay, what’s going on? You both haven’t watched the last 15 minutes of the movie.”
Jimin and Tae both scramble to face the screen, acting as if you hadn’t just caught them looking at you. Tae nudges Jimin with his elbow and you squint your eyes in a glare at the two of them.
“Min, Tae, what is going on?” You raise the remote, pausing the movie on the screen to watch as the two men turn to look at each other, nonverbally speaking to each other.
You’re about to yell at them again when Taehyung takes a deep breath and turns toward you.
“Do you always have to wear those shorts?”
You look down at your outfit: spaghetti straps and rolled soffe shorts.
“Um, I mean, I can change..?” you say, a little hurt that they’re busy judging your clothes negatively. You get up and walk to your bedroom, a little disheartened. While browsing your pajama options, back in the living room Jimin buries his face with his hands.
“Tae, why did you say that? She thinks we don’t like her now!” His voice is muffled, full of distress.
“Well if you weren’t such a coward, and just told her that you like her—”
“You like her too, dummy! Why would I mess up our friend group?”
“Who says it would mess it up? You know what? Fuck it.”
Jimin panics as he watches Tae walk to your room, where you’re still debating between long pajama pants or your unicorn onesie.
“Hey. Look, I didn’t mean it like that.”
You jump at the low register of Tae’s voice, not expecting it to be so close behind you.
“I didn’t realize my shorts bothered you guys. I’ll make sure to be more covered up for future movie nights.”
“Babe,” you freeze as you feel Tae’s arms wrap around your waist, his hands grasping yours gently as his voice lowers, “I meant why do you torture us by wearing so little. You tease us with such an untouchable, beautiful view...” Taehyung noses your neck and you shiver, holding back most of the moan he creates. He hears the small part you're unable to quiet.
You nod, leaning your head back on his shoulder while his hands move up your sides and cupping your breasts before his lithe fingers take them in handfuls. You hear his breath shake while he feels you up, heart pounding against your back.
“So the little shorts worked?”
“Worked? Do you know how many nights Jimin and I went across the hall after these movie nights, frustrated and angry at you for teasing us?” he questions you with a rough whisper.
“Jimin too?”
“There’s no way,” Tae kisses your neck with a pause, “that you don’t know,” another kiss, “how badly Jimin wants you.”
“He does?” you practically moan out as his hands apply pressure to pull you deeper into his embrace—as if that was possible—and you feel his cock throb where it's pressing against the part between your cheeks.
“Mmhhm, he does, baby.” Tae’s left hand trails down your shorts to push them to the ground, revealing your bare core. Two fingers move to rest on either side of your slit, teasing you, and you shut your eyes in a silent plea. “Do you want him to join us?”
Your brain, hazy with lust, makes you agree. Imagining the two people you were most attracted to giving you all the attention you desire was your ultimate fantasy. With a nod yes, you were about to make it come true.
“Let’s go break in that new sofa bed.”
Taehyung releases you from his grip and the sudden loss of his warmth and caresses makes you whine as you open your eyes.
“What a cute pout… Gonna fuck it right off your face.”
You stomp out to the living room, arms crossed as you approach Jimin who’s sitting on the sofa bed looking worriedly at his phone. Now that you know how Jimin feels thanks to Tae spilling their secret, you feel confident climbing onto the sofa and mounting Jimin.
Straddling him, you almost laugh at his shocked face when you take his cheeks into your palms and bring your lips to his—they’re just as soft as you imagined they would be. Jimin wastes no time tossing his phone to grab your hips and you roll them against the covered length pushing against his grey sweatpants.
You feel the couch dip when Taehyung kneels behind you, mimicking your pose but without sitting down on Jimin’s calves, his hands skating over your shoulders to drop your straps down your arms. As you continue to kiss Jimin, rocking your hips, Tae’s tongue traces lazy wet circles on your neck while his hands find purchase on your breasts again, this time without any barrier.
Jimin’s fingers scramble to pull down his sweatpants, and you jolt as your clit and dripping cunt meet the smooth skin of his cock, sliding easily now without clothing. His moan is musical as you speed up your hips and Tae pulls one from you as well when he bites your neck and pinches your nipples simultaneously.
“You sure about this, angel? Cause I really want to bury myself inside of you.” Jimin mumbles against your lips, and you smile into the kiss in response.
Lifting your hips, you answer by positioning him at your entrance and sinking down onto the tip, stopping when the cusp of the flare tip is inside of you. Taehyung feels your body shift, so he reaches his fingers down to circle your clit.
“I’ve wanted a movie night to end like this for months now,” you say, panting, “I’ve never been more sure.”
"Tonight was supposed to be the night; you’d planned every detail. You’d asked Taehyung to come over around eight, dinner already being dished up and wine already poured. You’d invited him to stay the night, as he often had in the last two months of your relationship.
But in those two months, whilst there had been some rather heated make-out sessions… You still hadn’t given yourself to him completely.”
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Plus Size Reader
Word Count: 4.4k
Warnings: Plus size, reader is self-conscious about weight (some theorising about the public reacting poorly to her weight), first time together, reader has pierced nipples, praise kink, teasing, squirting.
Your hands shook a little as you stared into your bathroom mirror, breathing deeply to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You were trying so hard to stay calm, to feel comfortable and even a little excited, but it just wasn't coming to you. All you felt was sick, anxious beyond belief.
Tonight was supposed to be the night; you'd planned every detail. You'd asked Taehyung to come over around eight, dinner already being dished up and wine already poured. You'd invited him to stay the night, as he often had in the last two months of your relationship. But in those two months, whilst there had been some rather heated make-out sessions... You still hadn't given yourself to him completely.
It wasn't that you didn't want to sleep with him; of course, you did. You adored him and he adored you, and he was the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on but that was exactly the problem; he was just too beautiful for you...
That's what the voice in the back of your head would scream at you, at least. Kim Taehyung, the idol with the most handsome face that turned heads no matter if they knew his name or not. How on earth he found you attractive, you just couldn't understand. If the world knew you were dating, if they got a look at you, well you know exactly what they would say...
Not good enough.
Too fat.
Ugly.
Like a whale.
Taehyung is too good for her.
And who's to say they were wrong. Next to Taehyung, some of the prettiest girls you knew would get the same abuse. The thoughts plagued your mind constantly and made intimacy incredibly difficult for you.
But tonight, you wanted it to be the night. You knew Taehyung wanted you, wanted to be with you in every sense of the phrase and you so desperately wanted to give him that.
But now here you were, locked in your en suite bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror in the lingerie you had bought to surprise him specially. It was beautiful; a fitted and corseted bodysuit with stunning black lace and red embroidered roses along the cups of the bra and down your torso. The bottom mesh was a perfectly fitted thong, and suspender clips hung from the seam, attached to some very basic black sheer stockings up to your mid-thigh.
But you hated it. It was beautiful, but you weren't so sure about it now that Taehyung was waiting in your bedroom and seemingly unaware of what you had planned. You'd simply told him you were going to get ready for bed and slipped into the bathroom, where you'd already prepared the outfit.
You'd perhaps been in there just a little too long, losing track of time as you stared at yourself whilst your inner monologue gave you a pep-talk.
Three light knocks on the door were enough to wake you from your little trance as Taehyung's voiced filtered through the wood.
"Uh, _____? Are you alright in there?" he asked, concerned and pressing his ear up to the door.
You didn't answer right away; you couldn't. You were stunned into silence and really not sure what you were going to do in this situation... But no, you wanted to be brave. You wanted to be with Taehyung, to face your fears and just pray that he found you attractive in the same way you did him.
"Uh, y-yeah..." you voice shook. Even to your own ears, you didn't sound right.
"Are you sure?" he asked, insistent. "Can you let me in?" he asked, trying the door handle a little. You quickly whipped your long bathrobe from the back of the door where it always hung, and slipped into it, covering your lingerie with only your feet in your stocking poking out. Once covered head to toe, you let him in, hugging yourself tight as you sat on the closed toilet lid.
"What is it, angel? Are you sick?" he asked, concern on his gorgeous face as he knelt in front of you, placing the back of his palm to your forehead to check your temperature. You just shook your head a little, biting your lip. You were too embarrassed, felt too silly to tell him what had actually kept you in the bathroom for so long.
"What is it, my love?" he asked, tucking your hair behind your ear. You looked down at yourself, the way you were wrapped up and suddenly, you felt a wash of emotion overcoming you.
Tears stung your eyes and threatened to fall, and you could barely look him in the eye as you clutched the material of your robe.
"I-I... I just wanted to surprise you..." Your voice cracked, a tear falling down without permission. Of course, he saw, and his concern only grew.
"Sweetheart, what is it? Surprise me how?" he asked, wiping the tear away with his thumb.
"I-I b-bought... a pretty... set and I... I don't feel pretty in it... I wanted tonight to be so... s-special," you sobbed, more tears spilling down your cheeks. Taehyung's heart broke for you, but he still wasn't entirely sure what you were getting at. At least, not until he looked you over and noticed the sheer black of the stocking you were wearing underneath the robe.
Suddenly it made sense. You wanted tonight to be special... a pretty set... you didn't feel pretty... He understood what you were trying to say.
"Hey, Angel... Look at me, okay?" he soothed, gently tilting your chin to bring your eyes to meet his. "Whatever you've got on underneath this robe, I know you're going to look stunning. You do in anything you wear. But there's no rush, okay? If you're not ready, nothing has to happen until you are. I'm just happy being with you."
His words only made you sob harder; such a sweet and understanding man. How did you land such a precious human?
"B-but I am ready, Tae... I want you, and I want you to want me I just feel so... so... fat," you practically cried, bowing your head and burying your face in your hands to hide the blush that crept up onto it. Taehyung's heart broke to see you this way, so insecure and upset.
"Sweetheart, no... No, no no... Come here," he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, drawing your body close to his in a tight hug. "Why do a few extra pounds have to be a bad thing? Why do you think that would make me decide I wasn't attracted to you, hm?"
You could respond, letting the tears fall softly, staining his shoulder.
"Angel, I adore you. I think you're gorgeous, and believe me, I... I really do... want you," he got shy then, the two of you never having spoken of the subject before, happy to just let it slide for the first two months together.
You sat yourself up from cuddling into him, taking a deep breath and looking down at your hands in your lap, blinking away the tears.
"You do?" you asked sheepishly, still afraid he was just being polite.
"So much, I just... I figured you wanted to wait, and I'm okay with that so I never pushed you. I thought you'd have your reasons, and I was right, hm? But if you want me, my love..." he gently placed the tip of his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, "you can have me."
You bit your lip a little, your eyes wondering down to look at his lips; so perfect and soft. Kissing him was like a dream every single time, and when his lips moved to connect with yours again, the tension you were holding in your shoulders simply melted away.
He held your cheek, caressing his thumb over the flush that had risen to the surface and your lips started to move in sync, perfectly matched up with one another. He pulled away and smiled softly, standing up and pulling you with your hands too, guiding you back over to the mirror.
"You see this?" he says, standing behind you, looking at your reflection. "Beautiful. Every single inch. Every stretch mark. Every roll. All the cellulite. You are beautiful, from here," he tapped the top of your head, "to here," he tapped his socked toes against yours. "And baby, the thought of getting to be with you, to see you in all your glory, dressed up in this," he pulled the edge of the robe, exposing your shoulder just enough that one side of the bodysuit becoming exposed, "or completely on display for me... It drives me absolutely insane."
Your heart rate quickened immensely when he pulled the edge of the robe, so careful not to go too far, to push you into what you didn't want. He was slow, methodical, and you could see the way his eyes darked as he looked you over in your reflection.
He pressed some feather light kisses to your shoulder, his hands slowly and carefully pulling on the robe against to expose more of the stunning set you had on for him. His lips stayed attached to your shoulder, but his eyes were watching you in the mirror, watching the way you relaxed your arms to let the robe fall and pool around your feet.
And then his hands were on your waist, his body moving closer to yours as his lips travelled up your neck.
"My perfect angel," he muttered against your skin, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps across the expanse of exposed skin.
"Taehyung?" you asked, wanting his full attention. His eyes lifted to look at you again, his lips hovering over your neck.
"Hm?" he hummed. You turned around in his grasp, his arms naturally finding purchase on your waist and pulling you against him. You leaned into him, lips merely millimetres from his.
"Take me to bed..." You spoke so softly, and Taehyung's lips spread to form the prettiest smile, his eyes creasing in the most endearing happiness as his hands dropped to yours, linking your fingers together. He walked backwards, guiding you with him – the robe long forgotten along with your insecurity – and when the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed, he stopped, sitting on the edge.
His eyes drifted over your body, from head to toe, taking in every square inch he could lay his eyes on and admiring just how beautiful you looked all dressed up for him. He considered himself the luckiest man in the world.
He reached for your waist against, pulling you to stand between his knees and encouraging you to bend down to kiss him, which frankly you could never resist.
You ran your fingers through his beautiful curls and planted your lips to his so softly, feeling the way he took a deep breath in and slowly released it in absolute bliss. The way you moulded together felt like it was meant to be, like two magnets attracted each other, unable to resist the polarity.
You let your hands run down to the top of his shirt, unbuttoning the linen slowly and pulling it from where it was tucked into the hem of his trousers. Without hesitation, you slipped your hands under the shirt at his shoulders and guided it off him, his chest on full display. His beautiful caramel-tanned skin was flawless, not a single mark or imperfection. But, you didn't notice, too caught up in the way it felt so smooth under your fingertips, and how incredible his lips felt against your own.
Upon instinct, you brought your knee up to the outside of his thigh, leaning yourself on the mattress without once ever disconnecting your lips. Taehyung shuffled backwards, allowing you the room to push yourself up to straddle his lap, his arms immediately wrapping around you.
Already, Taehyung was growing hotter, his heart racing, his pants tightening. Here he was, with the most beautiful woman in the most beautiful lingerie at his fingertips and the both of you swimming in a sea of passion and adoration. He'd wanted this for just as long as you had, fantasised about what you might look like completely bare for him, engulfed in lust and need.
He shuffled back just a little more, leaving enough room to be able to remove his slacks, kicking them off and resuming your kiss. He let his hands trail patterns against the embroidery on the bodysuit, lightly tracing each flower as his kisses travelled down to your neck, your collarbone, all the way to the edge of the bra cups that held your breast together. His fingers played with the straps, teasing taking them down for a few moments before he did just that, letting you remove your arms from them as he pulled the bodysuit down just enough to let your breast spill out.
Immediately he noticed the prettiest of piercings, sweet little barbells with little chains connected each of the balls on either end. They suited you so well, and looks so gorgeous that he completely lost himself...
Like a man possessed, his lips immediately were on you, kissing the flesh and suckling at your nipple while his hands supported the rest. He loved how you felt, loved how cushiony you were. He shut his eyes and lost himself, completely overcome with the need to worship you this way, and you couldn't help but watch him with your lips parted, little whines and whimpers falling effortlessly from them.
He just could not get enough of you, no matter how much of you there was to enjoy.
"T-Taehyung?" you called to him as your hips started to move involuntarily against him. You could feel just how hard he was below you, straining against his underwear and without thinking you just couldn't stop yourself from grinding down against it. You needed him; it had been too long, you had waited too long. You both needed this. Now.
He looked up at you, coming up for air as he whispered, "I'm here, angel. I'm here..." His hands slid down to your hips again, guiding them against him as you pushed your lips to his in a far more desperate and messy kiss, both of you so far into this intense lust that you couldn't hold yourself back.
He guided you to swivel, to climb off him and onto your back up against the pillows and he crawled on his knees over you. Neither of you came away from the kiss still, your tongues too entranced in their dance to be separated now.
He held your thighs up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he hovered above you and holding you there as he pushed his hips against the mesh of your bodysuit. His fingers toyed with the suspender clips, snapping them open and feeling the softness of your upper thigh.
For a moment, he sat up on his knees, his hands now resting on your own knees and just marvelled at you, laying there for him in something so exquisitely tempting. But he needed you as much as your needed him, the hardness of his length becoming quite uncomfortable with little to no stimulation.
He focussed his touch on one thigh, gripping the edge of the stocking and slowly dragging it down whilst he leaned over your legs to press kissing to the newly exposed skin, moving his lips to chase the seam until it was cast aside, and he could replicate the display on your other leg. The care he took, the way he pressed such glorious open-mouthed kisses to your skin had your patience wearing thinner and thinner, getting more and more desperate with each kiss.
You sat up with him to kiss him once more, with all the heat and urgency you had coursing through your veins. Your hands were fumbling with the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down his hips with far less patience than he had had for your stockings. But you just couldn't help it; here was a man who was potentially one of the most beautiful people on God's green earth and he was worshipping you, inch by glorious inch. You needed him.
He took over when the material hit his knees, lifting each one by one to shuffle out of them further and kick them off whilst you worked on pushing the already half-rolled down body suit down to your hips, but that's when he stopped you.
"May I?" he asked, so sweetly and gently, his eyes dark and hooded as he looked down at you, lips parted and breathless. You let go of the material to cup his cheeks, nodding as you leaned in to his him once more. But he wanted to watch as he undressed you, to reveal you to himself completely.
He guided you back onto your back, your hands around the back of his head playing with the curls as you took some deep breaths. You weren't nervous, just trying your best to stay calm and not to simply jump at the chance and rush things. You could tell he wanted to savour this, to really enjoy every moment of your first time together.
He sat back on his knees again, gripping the rolled material and slowly, he pulled it further and further down to expose your tummy first of all. He had never admitted it to you, but this might have been his favourite part of your beautiful body. The cuddles he could have with you were some of the softest, and the way you felt under his touch and how you looked when you wore certain clothes that accentuated each curve were just heaven. Never had he met a woman who felt more like a woman to him; you felt like home.
He glided his fingertips from between your breasts, down over the softness of your tummy, pressing down to see the way they sank into your flesh a little. He was mesmerised by you, using his hands to play with your tummy, moulding it like dough just because it felt so nice...
But soon, he resumed his previous task and began to drag the bodysuit further down your body, until he was dragging the material from your feet and leaving you completely uncovered.
He pounced on you then, hungry and eager to feel you, to press himself against you just to know how it felt. His lips found yours and your legs parted for him to situate himself between comfortably. You could feel the way his length pressed against you, and you realised you hadn't even seen him yet, too focussed on feelings and too overcome with the need to have him inside you. Now you could feel him, you realised just how large he was and a fresh wave of arousal flooded through you, pooling between your legs and coating him in warm delight.
He moaned against your lips, his hips rutting against you a few times, hands grabbing at your bulging waistline.
"T-Tae please, need you... Wanna feel you," you begged, forcing eye contact with him as he hovered above you.
"Of course, Angel, need you ready though..." he breathed in his deepest octave, dropping from the usual resonance you were used to in his lustful haze. His hand slipped between the two of you, two fingers sliding through the wetness of your folds and slowly yet easily pushing into.
You moaned at the contact, finally able to feel something where you needed it. He moved them in and out of you a few times, curling them slowly to reach the most sensitive areas before dragging them out again and using the very same hand to coat his cock in your wetness.
He lined himself up, pushed the underside of your thigh up for a better angle, and started to sink into you, stretching and filling you so beautifully you were sure he was simply made for you. He grit his teeth together as he did so, his lips curling back to expose them as his eyes were diverted to watch himself become sheathed inside you. It drove him absolutely wild, and before long his hips began to roll against you.
"Perfect... so perfect," he mumbled, his forehead dipping to rest against the softness of your breast to support himself enough as he floated into a state of hypnosis, hips moving of their own accord and never losing rhythm, rolling and using the perfect angle to really dive into you as far as the position would allow him.
"Oh, Tae..." you moaned, fingers in his curls yet again. You loved them, adored them and they were perfect for keeping yourself steady in this moment. The way he filled you was simply divine, and how he managed to press every button inside you was simply a mystery than no man had even dreamt of solving. Yet here he was – perfect Taehyung – making you feel things only you had ever been able to give yourself before.
"You're perfect, angel. So perfect for me, so good for me... Doing so well," he mumbled over and over again against your breast between light and open-mouthed kisses. He was truly lost in pleasure, lost in the passion of finally giving yourselves to each other.
He spewed a constant string of praises despite him doing most of the work, his adoration for you pouring out of him.
"Tae, sweetie, look at me," you panted, pulling lightly at his hair to bring him back to hovering above you, his eyes hooded and dark, watching you carefully. His hips slowed, but not to a complete stop, still mindlessly rolling against you. "I love you..." you uttered, breathy and gravelling, thick with pleasure.
His lips twitched into a smirk, then spread into a wide grin and a chuckle. "I love you too, angel..."
"Thank you for... mmm, thank you for m-making me... oh, god, making me feel beautiful," you said between moans as his hips starts to roll against yours at a faster past again, still hitting your tender spots to accurately.
"You are beautiful, angel. So, so... beautiful," he grunted, fighting the urge to go faster, harder but you absolutely wanted him to.
"M-more, Tae. Please..." you asked, and immediately he groaned and let go of his own restrictions. His pace quickened, thrusts became far harsher as he lost himself. This new pace was exhilarating, and you could feel that same pleasure from before just far more heightened and constant.
You couldn't help but squeeze your eyes shut, crying out at the way he made you feel. Your headboard banged harshly against the wall with each thrust from the sheer power of his hips.
"Fuck, angel..." he growled, using one hand to steady himself on the headboard above you and the other to snake between you both, somehow co-ordinating his finger to his thrusts as he circled your clit.
This new pleasure, this new sensation sent further shockwaves through your body and it simply didn't take long for you to get to the edge, desperately trying to hold off and prolong the feeling for a more intense climax.
Taehyung could feel the way you clenched around him, the way your fingers tightened in his hair and all your muscles tensed and he knew you were close.
"That's it, angel. Cum for me, it's okay. Cum, feel good sweetheart. Just let go," he repeated himself, praising you over and over which finally drove you over the edge.
It hit you like a freight train, like you could feel yourself being catapulted through the air and flying on cloud nine while wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you. Clear fluid squirted from your pussy with every outward thrust Taehyung made, your cum coating his entire cock and pelvis and the inside of your thighs, finding its way to the blankets below you.
Taehyung's hips slowed just marginally, but his fingers still remained on your clit and both feelings guided you through it. It was far more intense than any orgasm another man had ever given you, and you weren't even aware that you could squirt, let alone this much. But the combination of his ministrations, his thrusts, his praise and simply him were enough to bring it out of you.
You truly felt like you were floating when you came back down, spaced out and barely coherent. You could hear Taehyung grunting as he continued to fuck into you, now using the hand from between your legs to grip your hip again, using how your flesh felt in his hands to get him closer and closer to his own edge.
The blend of this, the added arousal from watching and feeling you squirt and the way you throbbed in the afterglow of your orgasm sent him spiralling, warm strings of cum shooting from his cock deep inside you. He filled you with it, his own orgasm so intense that his grip on the headboard was the only thing keeping him from collapsing into you, totally spent.
The two of you stayed that way for a few moments, out of breath and lost in post-coital bliss until eventually, Taehyung moved from between your legs to dump his body next to yours, resting his head on the softness of your breast.
"I...I wanted that for so long," he admitted, chuckling to himself and still out of breath. You couldn't muster any words back just yet, simply giggling and letting him bask in the afterglow. "You're so beautiful, I.. I love you so much, _____..."
"I love you too, Tae... God, y-you... you made me feel like... a queen," you sighed, smiling.
"Good. That's exactly what you are," he reminded you, turning onto his side fully now and looking down at you, resting on his elbow. "My queen."
"Hmmm," you hummed in affirmation, and he leaned down to kiss your lips again, softer than the last time he had.
Never had you felt more loved, more gorgeous, than you did with that man. You had been so self-conscious in the beginning, so terrified seeing as the whole world knew him as one of the most gorgeous men on the planet.
But to him, you were the most gorgeous woman on the planet. And above all, you were his.
(AU: where Tae was your bestfriend in high school and one day he vanished, but you meet again 10 years later and he has some secrets to hide)
{Part 1}:
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They say you never forget your first love and this moment solidified that. The way you felt your whole world stop as you laid your eyes on the boy who left without a trace 10 years ago, the boy who had stolen your 17 year old heart and fled without a word, the boy who was now a man that stood face to face with you in the streets of Gangnam, eyes wide and mouth agape as he never expected to see the only girl he had ever fallen for again, his heart beating out of his chest as he tried to find his words, but he couldn’t. What could you say to someone after 10 years? After 10 years of you disappearing? After 10 years of you becoming someone that you knew could never be loved by someone like her.
“Kim Taehyung?” You managed to speak up, questioning your accuracy over the male that stood before you, even though you knew you could never mistake his eyes anywhere.
“It’s been a long time, Y/N..”
You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as his honey-like voice gave confirmation, taking all of your self control away and allowing you to leap forward, wrapping your arms around him. Around your once bestfriend. Around your first love.
He was taken aback but you felt him relax, wrapping his arms around you, too. He didn’t feel so familiar anymore. His body was different. Still, the bustling streets of Gangnam felt as though they had fallen away around you until you felt your emotions change. Why did he disappear back then? Why did he leave you to think he had died? You stuck together through thick and thin throughout the whole of high school and he vanished at the final hurdle, leaving you to think about him everyday.
You pulled away and slapped his arm, making him wince. “Hey! You’re kinda giving me mixed signals right now! You hugged me first!”
“No, I’m not upset about the hug! What happened to you? Why did you leave?” You half exclaimed, looking up at him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to, but I had to.”
“Why? You didn’t even say goodbye. It’s been 10 years, Tae. I thought you were dead.”
He looked down at his feet, unsure of what to say. A habit he hadn’t lost.
“I’m sorry, I really am, I just-I can’t talk about it. I didn’t want to just leave, I did want to say goodbye to you, but I wasn’t allowed. I had to just go.”
“But why? Not even a text or anything, it was horrible, Tae.”
He felt a twist of guilt rise in him, something he hadn’t felt for a long time.
“My phone got taken away, everything in my life just suddenly changed. I really can’t talk about it, Y/N.”
You bit the inside of your cheek in thought. He frustrated you.
“Okay, fine. It was nice bumping into you, I’m glad you’re not dead. I guess I’ll see you around, or in 10 years or something. Bye, Tae.”
“No, Y/N, wait I-“
You just put your head down and walked away, still in disbelief over even seeing him again.
He wanted to go after you, contemplating what he could say, but he couldn’t say anything. He wanted to speak with you and catch up and fill in all the gaps from the past 10 years, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to look past him just leaving you.
He hated the feeling that now overtook his body. He felt clouded. Sad, even. He had to see you again.
“Hey! Did you even get the drinks?” A voice shouted towards him, breaking him out of his trance before an arm was slung around his shoulders.
“No, he was obviously too busy talking to that girl. She looked upset, what did you even say to her?”
“Nothing. That’s the problem.” Taehyung shrugged off Jimin’s arm and walked ahead, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Let’s just hurry up and buy this alcohol, I need it.”
Jimin and Hoseok exchanged glances before following after him, unaware of the thoughts and emotions swirling around inside the troubled mind of their leader.
summary: y/n has done art ever since she was a little toddler. she always found a way to incorporate her feelings into every piece of art she’s done. one day, she decides to play around with different hobbies and decided on learning the piano. y/n’s friend, sari, has a best friend named yoongi. yoongi is always found playing the piano, writing songs or listening to music. sari thinks it’d be perfect if yoongi taught y/n the piano. what will happen when two similar minded yet different people collide together to learn about each other?
author’s note: i promise sari and yoongi don’t hate each other lmao. they just have that teasing type of friendship. also, i might be posting twice a week!
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warnings: some angst, violence and in future chapters a mention of self harming.
synopsis: in which a girl sends letters every now and then to a guy thinking he doesn’t even read them and a guy who waits patiently to receive those letters.
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190506 Monday
This is the first letter I'm writing to you.
I think you know me.
scratch that.
I know you know me, but I needed to let my feelings out after all this time because what I feel for you is so strong now that perhaps I'm scared. Even though you know who i am, you don't know how i feel.
You don't know I've been watching you, you don't know how long I've been there, you don't know how hard it is for me to watch you from afar and not be able to talk to you. We've been in the same school for 3 years and still, you don't seem to realize what you've done to me.
The funny part here is that even if you don't know, I won't tell you, at least not face to face.
Now you may be thinking, who is this girl and why is she saying all this? Well, I've been holding myself from telling you how I really feel, but I can't bring myself to do it simply because I'm the biggest coward in the entire world.
As I said, I'm scared. To what? Being rejected, being humiliated, being laughed at. I'm scared to open my heart and get it broken, that's why I decided to do this. Because if you decide to reject me or laugh at me you won't know it's actually me who's writing this.
It all started when you came for the first time 3 years ago, it was a rainy day and it was just 7 am when I woke up, I was feeling empty as always, I've always had a void inside me and I didn't know how to fill it, how to feel happy for once, how to feel somehow complete, but the void was there and I couldn't do anything to feel happy.
I looked through the window, seeing the weather not really wanting to go to the school that day, it was going to rain, thank god I did. Because you were coming that day.
I dressed in my uniform, ate breakfast and stormed out of my house before he wakes up. While I was walking to school I looked up to the sky and began wondering, does god exists? Does he know there are people suffering? Does he help them? Does he actually care for the ones living one hell of a life?
Drifted in my thoughts I didn't realize I was in school already so I walk in, it's still early so no one really was there yet. That's when I decided to go to the library, my hideout.
The thing is, you had the same thoughts as me.
When I entered there were only 2 more people, the librarian and you. You were reading "the vegetarian".
I grabbed a book and sit in the farthest chair, you didn't even flinch when I walked in or when I took the book, you were so concentrated that your mind was somewhere else.
You didn't see me staring at you, I took in all your features, your nose, and your eyes, and that little smile every time you read something you like, that's when I knew you were new. You were like a light in this dark, twisted hell that apparently is called college.
Or that's what I thought. Until someone opened the door looking for you, a tall man, he was really tall it scared me, but then when he smiles he has the cutest dimples in the world. Even though his cuteness might make you think he's a good person, he isn't.
He's the one that makes my life miserable in this place, and he was already your friend.
He entered the library in silence and looked at me before looking at you, I don't know why he didn't do anything, he usually comes there to bother me. Well, that wasn't the case.
He was there for you, seeing him next to you was like watching an angel and a demon being friends, it was wrong and it looked wrong, but you still gave him your hand to shake as if you're making a pact with the devil himself, not exactly but pretty close.
I was leaving not wanting to become the center of attention when I heard him calling your name.
'Taehyung'
I wanted to save you, from him. But I couldn't even save myself so how could I? I wanted to so bad because your light was different, you were innocent, you were pure. And that's why I liked you in the first place.
I didn't realize at that moment that you were my angel, the one who was supposed to save me, and you did at some point. Because now every time I close my eyes, in all the darkness I see your light.
Genre: Smut, fluffy smut, fluff, and like a little bit of angst if you squint.
Concept: After have been broken up for months, Tae comes knocking on your door (part one). You’ve both some how ended up in your bed.
A/N: I was debating on making this, BUT someone said they needed it for their soul, SO WHO AM I TO SAY NO?!
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(This Gif ATTACKED me)
You were never one to have trouble articulating your feelings or your emotions in general, but Tae had a way of looking at you that could leave you speechless for hours. He didn’t just look into your eyes, he looked into you. He could find all the vulnerable parts of you, and bring them to light, leaving you to feel naked in a crowd.
His fingers spread out over the small of your back as he made his way to your bedroom, never once breaking eye contact. You searched his honey covered irises, looking for answers to questions you couldn’t even begin to express. Yet, somehow they were there, you felt at ease. A wave of calm crashing over you, it was exactly what you needed in this moment with him.
He used the ball of his foot to push open the door of your bedroom, the silver map of the moon played with the dark splashes of navy blue on your bed sheets. Tae backed into the bed, his knees buckling as the mattress cushioned his gentle fall. Your knees pressed against the blanket, giving you some grip to spread your legs slightly, straddling his sweatpant covered legs. His breathing hitched as you pressed you hips into his, grinding small circles over the bulge that had started to form on his pants.
“Did you miss me like this?” You skimmed your nose across his jaw before your lips made the slightest bit of contact with the heated flesh of his neck.
“You have no idea,” he purred, the lust in his tone only making his voice lower, more intoxicating.
“What did you miss?” You whispered, just as you began to nibble on his ear.
The soft groan that vibrated in this throat caused the spot between your legs to ache for him.
“How about I show you, baby,” he moved his hands over your hips, gripping at the fabric of your shorts.
With ease he pulled you from his lap, laying your back flat against the bed. He pushed himself from the sitting position he was in, to hovering above you. You slid your hand over his clothed stomach, admiring his features, which had darkened with the atmosphere. He leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead, and than began to assault your face with kisses. A soft giggle bubbled up from your parted lips.
“Baby,” You whined between your fit of giggles.
Tae couldn’t remember the last time you had called him baby, and the word sung to the void that you had left in his chest. His kisses had finally slowed, before finding solace in your lips. You lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck, but his hands caught your wrists, lifting your arms above your head, running his finger tips down the soft, marble like skin of your forearms. Your nerves tingled under his delicate touch, your lips parting against his, which he took as an invite for his tongue to dance with yours. The quiet hum that bounced off the walls of your cloudy room, spoke volumes to the ache between your legs. You wiggled beneath him, your hips raising to get him closer to the need that was building in your core.
He broke the seal between the two of your lips, his breathing had picked up rather drastically. He considered the sight of you beneath him, your chest lifting and falling at a quicker pace than was normal, he knew that you needed him just as much as he needed you. He pulled up a little more, leaving more space between the two of you, and the air that lingered in the place he once was, felt heavy, burdensome. It didn’t last long though, because his hands grasped the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up, and lifting it over your head. Your naked chest soaked in silver moon light, your nipples standing at attention from the cold of the room, and because the ache that had started in your shorts had began to spread over the rest of your body. He observed your body for a moment, watching you struggle to stay patient.
“I know you’re eager, my love, as am I. It’s just been too long since I’ve seen you like this, and I need to take it slow, I need to savor every inch of your body,” his eyes found yours, waiting for you to respond.
You whimpered softly, nodding. You knew this was something he needed, and you always wanted to please his wants and needs. If slow was what he wanted, you would comply to his request.
“Can I hear you agree, baby?” He reached his hand up from his side, to cup the flushed warmth of your cheek.
“Yes, baby. I agree to take it slow,” the smallest bit of a pout pulling at the corners of your lips.
He couldn’t help but chuckle, that deep, chesty chuckle that you could feel shake his body. You pulled your hands from above your head, peering up at him. He nodded, accepting your movement. You tugged on the bottom of his shirt, one hand slipping beneath the thin fabric to feel the tightened muscles in his abdomen. He sucked in a gulp of air between his teeth, as if you had burned him. You didn’t move, you just kept your hand on him, waiting for him to approve further exploration. He looked down at you, his eyes had some how gotten even darker, just the sheer force of his lustful gaze prompted a soft moan from you. He reached backed, grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He tossed the clothing on to the carpet, where the floor had started to accumulate the clothes, both of you were losing.
You reached up eagerly, pressing your palms over his chest, your fingers spread over the unmasked glow of his skin. He pressed his hips into yours, his once barely there bulge was fully erect, pressing against the now damp fabric between your legs. Your nails sank into his skin, a deep grumble rumbling in his throat. You began to grind against him, silently begging for him to find his way into you, or for you to take his girth in your mouth. You let your hands fall down his stomach, latching on to the waist band of his sweats. His hand quickly gripped your wrist once again, you looked up at him through lidded eyes.
“Please,” your voice broke under the pressure of his stare.
He captured his bottom lip between his teeth, giving into your plead. He dropped your wrist, his fingers sliding in the thickness of your hair, pushing the hair away from your face. You slid out from under his legs, pulling the pants away from his hips, and down his thighs. His hardness broke free from the confines of his sweat pants.
“What are you going to do?” His voice was raspy, beckoning your body to his.
“I’m going to take you in my mouth, all of you.” You gently pressed against his chest, causing him to fall back on the bed.
He propped himself up on his elbows, watching as you found the most comfortable sitting position, your hands gripping his thighs as you ran your tongue over the under side of his shaft, his body convulsed beneath you. You moved your hands from his legs, wrapping your fingers delicately around his length, your tongue making small circles around his tip. He pushed up his hips, impatiently. You couldn’t help but giggle softly, opening your mouth to accommodate the first half of him, his fingers found a home on the back of your head.
“Look up at me, baby,” he groaned, his fingers flexing in your hair.
You did as you were told, peaking up at him as you began to bob your head up and down, finding a rhythm that was unique to you. Tae leans his head back, instinctively raising his hips again to meet your mouth half way down. You pulled away for a moment, still stroking him as you took in a few breathes. You lead your mouth back to him, wrapping his lips around his throbbing shaft. You removed your fingers, one by one as your mouth took their place. You pushed your tongue out, emptying as much space in the back of your throat as you could. You pushed your head all the way down, his tip pressing against the end of your throat, a soft gag tightening your stomach for a moment. He gripped your hair, a rather loud cry of pleasure filling all the empty space in your room.
“Fuck,” he spat, as you continued to hold him down in your throat.
His other hand had found the sheets, gripping them in his long digits. You brought your head up slightly, giving you some time to breathe. He pulled gently on your hair, lifting your head completely off his shaft. You involuntarily licked your lips, placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself above him. He reached his hand up, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his thumb dragging across the highest point of your cheek. You closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying his tender touch. His thumb traveled down your face to skim over your lips, you parted them in response, letting his finger slip behind your teeth. You closed your lips, sucking gently. The sound of him taking in air made you open your eyes.
“No one has ever made me this way... ever,” he pulled the thumb out of your mouth.
You wrapped your hands around his wrist, stopping him from pulling away. You kissed the pads of each of his fingers, before placing a gentle kiss on his palm. His eye fluttered, as he swallowed back whatever emotion was bubbling up. You let his hand fall from your grip, his fingers quickly found their way on to your waist. He used his free hand to lift his back from the bed, a small indentation left from his body. You set your hands on his shoulders, running them slowly down his back. He tucked his fingers in the waist band of your shorts, tugging at them. You lifted your self from his lap, letting him pull them all the way down. You kicked them off from your legs, settling back down onto his lap. He gripped your face gently between his hands, bringing your head down enough so that he could tilt his head up and rest his forehead on yours.
“What do you want, my love?” You whispered, skimming your nose against his.
“You. Always you,” his voice climbed an octave, almost a quiet beg.
He gripped his own shaft, leading it inside of you as you lifted just enough to accommodate him. It took you a moment to readjust, his size stretching against your walls. He stilled all his motion, waiting for you to feel comfortable again.
“Are you okay, baby?” He pressed his lips on to yours for a moment.
“I’m okay, babe. I promise.” You whispered with a nod.
You began to rock your hips in a slow rhythmic motion, your fingers digging into his back as he thrusted upwards to meet you as you came down. A melodic mix of both your moans and groans filled the room. His nails dipping into the dimples of your back. The both of you picking up pace, causing you to lean your head back, your hair creating a gentle waterfall down your back. He leaned forward, kissing the top of your tender breast.
“Taehyung,” you cried out as he thrusted upwards, bottoming out inside of you.
“Y/N,” he bit down on the same spot he kissed, a whine rolling off your tongue.
“I’m so close, don’t stop,” you begged.
His hands gripped ever tighter on your hips, holding you down. As he began to rapidly pound into you, the gentle love still smothering your insides. Your legs tighten around his, toes curling as your orgasm swept through your body, you walls crashing in on his shaft. He groaned loudly, finishing with three rough pumps, his own climax coating your insides. The both of you shook as your matching orgasms calmed down.
You sunk your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling softly. The smell of sweat and warm vanilla invaded your senses as Tae’s fingers drew hearts on your back. He laid back once again, this time taking you down with him. You placed one hand over his chest, and the other hand over your right hand, resting your chin over your wrists.
“I should take a shower, I’m all sweaty.” You closed your eyes, smiling with content.
Tae cleared his throat, so you peaked your eyes open a little to see the red appear on the apples of his cheeks.
“Baby? Why are you blushing?” You asked, lifting a brow.
“I, uh... would it be okay if I took a shower with you?” His voice small, as if he were a child asking for something he knows he shouldn’t.
“Oh Tae,” you giggle, sitting up slowly.
You pulled your legs away from him, sliding off the bed. You leaned over, pulling on his hand. He grinned, following you as you lead him to the bathroom.
“Can you get the water going? I need to go grab some warm towels from the dryer. I know how much you like that,” you stood on your toes, kissing his cheek.
The same blush from earlier illuminated his face, as he watched you walk away. He turned to face the shower, turning on the water, letting his hand dangling beneath the faucet as he gauged the temperature of the water. It wasn’t too long before you came back, towels in hand. Tae has already made the decision to get in, the water falling over his tired muscles. You stepped in, as he watched you with concerning eyes.
“Hi,” you giggled quietly, the sound having a slight reverb from the enclosed shower.
“Hey stranger,” he teased, reaching out and pulling you into his embrace. The water now narrowly making its ways down your stomach.
“Perfect water temp, Tae.” You beam, as he reaches for the shampoo.
“I know what you like, Baby.”
With that he turns you around, so your back is facing his chest. You puts a small amount of shampoo in your hair as he begins you lather it, running his fingers through your wet tendrils. You close your eyes, letting your head lull back as his fingers make small circle on your scalp. He moves out of the way, letting the water wash out the soap.
“Grab the wash cloth, my love,” you point to the watered down wash cloth behind him.
He turns and grabs it, his fingers squeezing some of the water out, the sound of it splashing in the tub makes you take a step back. You shake your head with a smile, taking it from him. You place a dollop of body wash into your cloth covered hand. He tilts his head, watching you with intent, curious as to what you’re going to do. You find your spot back in front of him, pressing the soap onto his chest. You began to wash over his chest, guiding your hands up and over his collarbones. His eyes close just slightly, still open enough to gaze at you.
“I love you, Y/N,” the words slip from his mouth, before he can stop them.
The words stall you for a moment, your hand stopping on his shoulder. You chew on your lip, and nod. He doesn’t seem to make a fuss about it after, but you can tell it hurt him that you didn’t say it back, but he couldn’t complain. He had made it this far back into your life, if you didn’t love him anymore, he’d deal with that in the morning. After that, the shower continued and you finished washing his body. No words were spoken, but the silence was comfortable, it was soft in a different way.
Tae was already laying in bed when you walked out of the bathroom, turning the light off as you did. You stopped for a second, to admire the tall boy laying in your bed, curled up in your sheets. You tip toed over, sinking into the invitingly warm sheets as well. He instinctively grabbed you by the waist, dragging you into his arms, as he draped one leg over your calves. He tucked his head into your neck, peppering kisses over your collarbone. You kissed the top of his head, as his arms grew heavier, the exhaustion of not sleeping for so long finally catching up to him. You couldn’t sleep though, you just admired the cuddly boy that had his body wrapped around you. You brought your hand up, after fighting with his dead weight, to string your fingers through his hair. He squirmed a little beside you, nuzzling closer to you.
I continued my Mafia AU on AO3 (I’ll move all aus there) and I just posted a chapter that has never been posted here! so click anywhere in this sentence to be taken to it!
