I highly doubt I’ll find it but I’m looking for a taehyung fanfic that was posted roughly 8/9 years ago (so long ago I know 💔💔) but from what I remember, taehyung and reader were both doctors and they had a kid together. Her name was sunny! There were quite a lot of chapters and lots of medical jargon and some major hospital emergencies. If anyone remembers it or knows the author, I would be so grateful!! 😩💞 I think about this fanfic from time to time and I would love to read it again after so long
Summary: After graduating university you fulfilled your dreams and became a published author. Your book did well, so well in fact, your team and fans want a sequel. The only problem is they want it to be a little more smutty and spicy and you have no idea how to accomplish that. Enter Kim Taehyung the cocky fuckboy from your past who is willing to lend a hand to a friend in need
Word Count: 5.3K
Rating: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact!
Tags: A/U, friends with benefits, slow burn, plot heavy, the morning after, mentions of throwing up, hangovers, Taehyung fucked up, angst, confrontation, listen this hurt to write
Authors Note: So if you read the OG story you might remember this chapter (and the last chapter) a little different. Gotta be honest I never liked that so I switched it up a bit. Enjoy. Also. Ouch
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Taehyung woke up to a strong rainstorm blowing through.
He felt his head pounding and his mouth felt dry as he cracked open his eyes to see that he was in his bedroom, cuddled into bed.
Well, thank goodness he made it home safe, even though he wasn’t entirely sure how.
His mouth tasted sour, and he became vaguely aware of two things.
Number One: His window was left open last night, and the wind and rain were causing his head to pound and his hangover to feel worse.
Number Two: There was a body in his bed, currently curled up behind him and pressing their head into his back.
Taehyung felt at ease, and a smile tugged at his lips.
It couldn’t be that bad if you ended up going home with him.
Maybe that was it. You took care of him again, which did make sense. He remembered talking to you last night, but he wasn’t sure what he said, as most of the night was a blur.
He turned over to look at you, but when he tilted his head, he was surprised to see that the person’s hair colour was completely different from yours.
He pushed back in alarm, which caused the girl to stir, and when he finally got a good look at her, a giant wave of nausea washed over him.
Sydney slowly opened her eyes, and Taehyung stared at her, absolutely horrified as her grin fell.
She was saying…something.
Her lips were moving, but Taehyung couldn’t hear her over the blood pounding in his ears and the way his stomach was churning.
He hopped out of bed and shut his eyes tight as the room spun, and once he got his bearings, he sprinted to the bathroom before slamming the door with his heel and throwing himself at the toilet.
Everything he ate and drank last night was coming up as Taehyung gripped the toilet for dear life and had to ride it out.
He had plenty of hangovers in his time; he had woken up with women in his bed that he didn’t remember even being with, but this time, hands down, was the worst Taehyung had ever felt.
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed on the bathroom floor, but by the time he was done throwing up, his hair was a sweaty mess on his forehead, and he felt shaky and weak as he slumped face down and let the tiled floor cool his body down.
Taehyung tried to piece together the night, but the last thing he remembered was talking to you. Your face was crumpled, and you looked….sad. Holy shit, what did he say to you? What did he do?
A soft knock at the door tore him from his thoughts as Sydney poked her head in and looked at him with a sympathetic look that made his insides crawl.
“You okay, Taehyung? You’ve lost your touch. In all the times we have gotten drunk, you were always able to hold your liquor.” She chuckled as Taehyung felt his stomach roll again, and a bead of sweat cascaded down his forehead.
“Did we… you know…. last night?” He asked, feeling his chest tighten as Sydney’s mouth curled into a frown and she crossed her arms over her chest, looking offended.
“Wow, you really have lost your touch, huh? How much of last night do you remember?” She asked as he leaned his body up just enough to grab the hand towel that was on the vanity. He wiped his sweaty face and pushed his hair from his eyes.
“I mean, I remember going out with my friends… I remember having a conversation with them. Yeah.” He finishes lamely as Sydney continues to look at him with disappointment.
“And here I was thinking last night was special because you chose me.” She scoffs as Taehyung blinks up at her.
“I…chose you?”
She huffs out a sigh.
“I came over to your table because, honestly, you looked hot and kind of miserable, and I wanted to talk to you again. You agreed to dance with me and basically ditched all your friends.”
Taehyung soured at the thought.
“Then you were overthinking so much that it made me regret coming over in the first place because you weren’t very fun. Until you kissed me.”
Her eyes danced with mischief.
“Then Taehyung, you were all sorts of fun.”
He was going to be sick.
This couldn’t have happened.
He liked you. He wanted to be with you. He was going to tell you after the wedding, and somehow he ended up kissing and hooking up with an old flame.
“You were all pissy because your barista was dancing with that tall guy, and so you got a little handsy with me. I’m not complaining, though. Jealous Taehyung is hot.”
He wants this to stop.
He wants to yell at Sydney and tell her to get out of his house, but at the same time, he needs to know what happened next, so he lets her keep telling the story.
“Anyway, you told me the whole story. How you were helping her with her book, how you two had grown close. It was actually kind of cute. When I asked why you were with me instead of her, well…”
Taehyung groaned and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes.
“Taehyung, you were really hurt that she picked that tall guy over you. You told me right then and there that you wanted nothing to do with her, and you stormed over to her and talked.”
Taehyung felt his head pounding, and the memories came into focus. How he told you the deal was off. How he accused you of being with Namjoon.
He felt like his heart was being sliced in half as Sydney continued to speak.
“Anyway, you came back and dragged me outside, saying you needed air. And well. Things…got kind of heated outside.”
In his mind’s eye, he can see himself throwing Sydney against the hard brick wall and kissing her roughly. He can feel his hands tangling in her hair. He can taste her Chapstick and feel the sharpness of her nails against his skin.
“Also, um. Well. The barista and the tall guy came out looking for us, and they…yeah.” Sydney says as Taehyung lifts his head to see a blush coat her cheeks as she awkwardly scratches the back of her neck.
“We didn’t….have sex though, did we?” He asked in a small voice as his heart was hammering against his chest.
Sydney shook her head.
“You kept muttering about how you can’t, then you would throw yourself at me and repeat. I brought you home because I think all your friends left you at the club? You begged me to spend the night, but no. Besides some very heavy making out, nothing happened.”
Taehyung felt like he was drowning. Not only did he make the mistake of calling things off with you, but you also walked in on him making out with someone else.
He was disgusted with himself. He hated himself so much in that moment that he found it hard to breathe.
Everything was crumbling around him.
He lost you.
You would never take him back after this, and how was he supposed to explain?
He couldn’t even begin to make up excuses for himself, and Taehyung wrapped his arms around himself and brought his knees to his chest as he began to cry.
Never in his life had he cried around a hookup, but he couldn’t help the tears that were falling hot and fast down his cheeks.
He smelled like puke and sweat from the club; he was disgusted with himself and his behaviour, and he didn’t even know how to start to make it up to you.
“Listen, Taehyung, I…I think I should go, you know?” Sydney says timidly as he raises his head and sees her already slowly backing away from the scene.
“You’re not going to stay?” He asks, hating the way his voice sounds whiny and pathetic as Sydney shakes her head.
“I promised my friends I would meet up with them, and I mean…me staying? This isn’t us, Taehyung. Spending the night and waking up next to you felt like crossing a line, you know. We were fuck buddies once upon a time. That was our rule, and it worked.” She reminds him, as he watches her take off the shirt he must have loaned her before pulling on her clothes and straightening everything out.
“Taehyung, are you…okay? I mean, this was always our arrangement, right?” She says, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, looking at him.
“Yeah, sorry, I think it’s just the hangover.” He grunted as she shot him a dazzling smile.
“Okay… well, if you want to do it again… and more… I left my number on your phone. Text me anytime.” She coos as she shoots him a small wave, and he can hear her heels clacking against the hardwood floor before the front door closes.
Taehyung groans and lies on his back on the cold, tiled floor.
The ceiling spins, and he feels like he is going to be sick again, so he sits up and throws himself at the toilet.
Nothing comes up, but after ten minutes of gagging, he finally pulls away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
He stands up on shaky legs and makes his way over to his bed, crumpling up Sydney’s number and tossing it in a nearby trash can.
He flops down and opens his message app to see nothing.
Nothing from anyone.
It’s well past ten in the morning, and he knows everyone is awake.
But then it hits him hard.
You and Namjoon saw him. You probably told the group what had happened, and of course, after what he did, no one would want to talk to him.
Taehyung threw his phone to the end of the bed and curled up with a pillow that once upon a time smelled like you.
He buried his face in it and began to cry until he once again fell asleep.
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Waking up to rain hitting the windows of your apartment felt like the most ironic thing in the entire world.
The weather was miserable and sad, and you were also feeling the same way.
Within minutes of waking up, the memories of last night flooded in, and you turned over in bed and clutched your pillows and let yourself cry as hard and as loud as you wanted to.
After seeing Taehyung, Namjoon pulled you from the scene and let you cry in his arms. You weren’t sure how long you stood there crying, but after you were done, your entire body felt heavy and numb.
Namjoon took you back inside, and you found your way to the bathroom, where you cleaned your makeup up the best you could and straightened out your clothes.
When you met him again, his eyebrows were pinched in concern, and you waved him off.
“Listen, Namjoon, I want to thank you for letting me cry like that back there. I just really appreciate it. I would also appreciate it if we didn’t tell our friends about this. Not until tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin this night by making it all about me.”
Namjoon opened his mouth to protest, but you put a hand up to stop him.
“Listen, I have to process this. So we are going to tell our friends we couldn’t find Taehyung. If he shows up, well… We’re going to pretend we saw nothing.”
Namjoon’s lips draw into a line, and you can tell he isn’t happy about the plan, but he still nods, and you shoot him a grateful smile.
“I’ll go along with your plan, and we won’t talk about it tonight. But you have to make me a promise: we will talk about it eventually. You can’t keep this bottled up inside, and it’s noble that you want your friends to have a good night, but you can’t pretend you didn’t see what you saw.” He reminds you as you nod.
You both made your way up the stairs and back onto the dance floor. Your friends are hanging around the booth, and each of them has a concerned look on their face.
You square your shoulders and let out a deep breath before plastering on a fake look and heading over.
Mira wraps you in a hug as you go along with your plan.
No, you didn’t find Taehyung; no, you weren’t giving up; it was best to wait until you both were sober to talk; yes, you would take another drink.
Your group stayed for another hour, joking and laughing and dancing. The tension seemed to ease, though you could feel Mira’s eyes studying you as you twirled Jimin around the dance floor.
It was well past two in the morning by the time you got home.
Namjoon walked you to the door and slipped you his number, reminding you that you had promised you would talk about it.
Once the door was closed and you were alone, the tears finally began to fall hard and fast.
Waking up this morning, you felt no better, and the memories were still painfully nagging at you, so you threw off the covers and took a long, hot shower.
You tied your hair in a wet bun and picked up your phone, messaging Mira to make sure she was okay and texting Namjoon to thank him again for everything last night.
The fact that there was nothing from Taehyung spoke volumes, and you didn’t want to sit around and wait for him to text or to be left alone with your thoughts, so you called a familiar number and grabbed your umbrella to make your way out into the rain.
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“Welcome to the Oasis-oh,” Came Morena’s voice as you entered the shop and closed your umbrella, trying your best not to soak the floor with rainwater.
“Hey, Morena. Don’t mind me, I’m just doing some extra baking today.” You inform her as you slip off your raincoat and grab your apron from your bag.
Morena looks confused as you head towards the back kitchen, and she grabs your arm to stop you before you can fully get behind the door.
“I mean this in the absolute nicest way possible, but what are you doing here?” She asks as you hang your raincoat on one of the hooks behind the counter, and you tie your apron around your middle.
“Some extra baking. I just said that.” You remind her, once again, she grabs your arm to stop you.
“What I meant was, what are you doing here the day after your friend’s bachelorette party? You should be at home nursing a wicked hangover. Or spending the morning curled around Taehyung.”
When she says his name, you visibly flinch as if being slapped, and Morena’s face crumples into a frown.
“Did something happen? Did he hurt you?” She asks softly as you shake your head and try your best to hide the tears that start welling up.
“Listen, Morena, I can’t talk about this now. Not because of you, but because I just need time to process some things. Please don’t be mad. I just…can’t right now. I came here to take my mind off things.” You admit as the wind picks up outside, causing you both to jump.
“He did hurt you, didn’t he? That fucking prick.” She growls as you crack a small smile and wave her off.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
“I am worried about it because you walked here in the pouring rain looking like a sad, dejected, wet kitten, and now you won’t tell me what’s going on. It’s okay that you don’t tell me, but you have to talk to someone. Does Mira know”?
You shook your head as Morena swore under her breath.
“I just…need to process it and get through it on my own first.” You explain as you pat her arm and try to ignore the look on her face as you push past her and into the kitchen.
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Three hours later, you feel better…but only slightly.
Your phone had been going off for the last hour from both Mira and Namjoon, but you ignored them both.
The kitchen in The Oasis was your happy place. It was there for you when you first got your idea for your book; it was there for you when you wrote your first chapter and when the book was finally published.
This kitchen was your happy place, and you were not going to let anything ruin it.
Your fingers ached from shaping and rolling out dough, but you pushed through as Morena poked her head in for the fourth time and almost begged you to take a break.
You couldn’t take a break.
You wanted to work yourself into exhaustion because if you took a break, it meant the memories of last night would slowly come back, and your heart would shatter all over again.
The big wooden table was cluttered with mixing bowls and spoons, dough was flung everywhere, and you were almost positive everything was covered in a thin layer of cinnamon sugar.
You made almost everything on the menu, except for the croissants; they reminded you too much of Taehyung, so you stayed far away from them.
After another hour, Morena poked her head in to let you know she was closing up, but you waved her off. You had a key and had to clean this mess anyway.
You tried to ignore the look she gave you as she stood in the doorway, almost like she was waiting for you to break down.
But you weren’t going to do that.
Taehyung was a thing of the past, and you were moving on.
You could faintly hear the bell at the front door ding, but you paid it no mind as you started to clean up the mess you had made, wiping your dirty hands on your apron before getting to work.
“Morena told me it was bad, but holy shit,” came a voice you knew far too well, and your head snapped up, and you were met with Mira’s shocked expression.
She was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, staring at you as if she had never seen you before in her life.
“Oh, hi. What are you doing here?” You asked casually as you piled all the mixing bowls and tossed them in the sink of hot, soapy water.
“Want some baked goods? There’s more than enough to go around. Mi-Suk let me come in and do some extra baking today.” You explain as you roll up your sleeves higher and plunge your hands into the hot water to get to work.
“Morena sent me a text, and I see what she meant when she said you were totally not okay. What happened?” Mira asks as she steps into the kitchen, and you begin to harshly scrub the giant stainless steel bowl as Mira looks around at the chaos.
“I’m fine; she’s just being Morena.” You say lightly as Mira steps closer, but you ignore her in favour of your washing.
“You clearly are not okay. Morena said you have been here for hours, baking and refusing to speak to her. You haven’t answered any of my texts, and I know I’m not the only one you’re ignoring.” She accuses as you continue to scrub icing sugar off a spoon, taking in only half of what your friend is saying.
It’s not that you are trying to ignore her; you just can’t deal with it right now.
Taehyung ripped your heart to shreds; he ruined your trust, and he let you down in the worst way possible. If you talked about it with Mira, it made it real.
And you weren’t sure if you were ready for that just yet.
Mira stepped closer to you, and before you could say anything, she wrapped her arms around your middle and pressed her face into your back.
“Whatever he did to you, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to push so hard last night, and I could tell something happened when you and Namjoon came back. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m your best friend. That’s kind of what I’m here for.” She says as your shoulders slump and you feel choked up at her kindness.
Tears prickle in your eyes, and you can’t hold them back any longer, and you slump over and begin to cry.
Mira holds you through it as you explain everything that happened last night through choked, tearful breaths.
How Taehyung called it off.
How you stormed after him
How you found him outside with Sydney
How you made Namjoon promise not to say anything.
You cried as Mira soothed you the best she could with kind words and big hugs.
By the time you came down, your eyes were puffy and red, and your head was pounding.
You wiped your tears with your sleeve as Mira searched through her bag, pulling out a small packet of tissues to hand to you.
“I feel like an idiot.” You whine as you dab at your eyes, and Mira takes over cleaning the kitchen, gesturing you to sit on a stool as she does the work.
“He’s the idiot. I can’t believe he did that to you! Wait till Hoseok gets a hold of him.” Mira grumbles.
“No, please don’t say anything! I don’t want it to be an all-out friend war. I don’t want you to feel like you have to pick between us. That’s not fair.” You plead as Mira starts drying the dishes.
“He’s my fiancé, though. I can’t not tell him. Especially since we both were suspicious last night when you and Namjoon came back.” Mira responds as you slip off your stool and put away the washed and dried dishes.
“I know I just don’t want bad blood with the wedding coming up, you know.” You explain as Mira turns to look at you.
“You really do care about him, huh? He hurt you, and you’re still looking out for him.” She notes as you bite your lip and nod as a fresh wave of tears cascades down your cheeks.
“I really thought he had grown out of his fuckboy phase. You changed him. I could see the changes, and for him to throw it all away… I just. Wow.” Mira whispers as the kitchen is spotless and the rain still patters against the windows.
“I guess we both were fooled. I really liked him, Mira. I don’t know how I’m supposed to move on from this. I only saw them making out. What if they did more? I-I can’t,” You admit in a small voice as she wraps you in another hug, and you bury your face into her neck.
“After the wedding and honeymoon, you and I are taking a girls’ trip. We are going to get far away from this nonsense and have some fun.” She promises as you giggle and pull away from her embrace.
“I love you, you know. Seriously, you are my best friend. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You say softly as Mira collects her things and smiles.
“Glad to hear that, because for a minute there, I was fighting for my best friend spot with Namjoon. He knew about Taehyung before me. Totally not fair.” She teases as the rain outside picks up again, and you grab your things too.
“I didn’t want to ruin your night! I had a good reason, I promise.” You explain as you take a quick walk around the kitchen to make sure ovens are off, and everything is put away.
“Fine, I’ll let it slide this time, but next time, not so much. Though I don’t blame you. Namjoon really does look a lot dreamier than I remember him.” Mira teases with a wiggle of her eyebrows, which causes you to laugh and nudge her with your elbow.
“Believe me, we are better off as friends. I think I'm going to swear off guys. Too much drama and heartbreak.”
“You know. I said that too, and then Hoseok came into the picture. You never know.” She teases again as you both exit the kitchen, and you jump when you see someone standing at the door.
Kim Taehyung is standing there in the pouring rain with his face pressed against the window like a sad, wet dog.
You both freeze, and despite everything, you feel your heart beat wildly in your chest.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Mira hisses as you move past her to unlock the door and let him in.
His hair is wet and clinging to his face, his clothes are soaked and sticking to his skin, and it reminds you of the time you showed up to his door soaking wet and asking for a favour.
Oh, how things have changed since then.
“Hi.” You say as you cross your arms over your chest and swallow hard.
“Can we talk? Please.” He begs as Mira swears under her breath, and you bite your lip.
“Why should she even give you the time of day?” Your best friend asks as Taehyung lowers his head and pushes his wet bangs from his eyes.
“She shouldn’t, but I figured I’d give it a shot.” He explains as the rain lashes harder against the building, and you feel the storm inside you start up as well.
“Mira, wait in the car. If I’m not there in fifteen minutes, come get me,” You decide as Mira’s mouth opens in shock, but she nods and pushes past Taehyung, not even bothering to say anything to him.
The cafe is silent besides the humming of the overhead lights, and you shift from foot to foot and wait for him to say something to you.
“I was serious about only giving you fifteen minutes.” You sighed as he shook the water from his hair and once again pushed his hair back nervously.
“I know I just. I don’t even know what to say. How do I explain that I fucked up really bad and how sorry I am?” He pleads, stepping towards you, but you pull back and shake your head.
“What happened last night? One minute you were kissing my neck in line and saying that I drive you crazy, and the next minute I catch you in a dirty alley making out with an old fuck buddy.”
Taehyung seems to shrink under your harsh words, but you aren’t done.
Not even close.
“You completely ditched our group, and we spent most of the night looking for you to make sure you were okay. Then you come to me all cold and closed off and tell me the deal we had is off, and you want nothing to do with me. How does someone change that quickly? How do you go from saying I drive you crazy to not wanting anything to do with me? You promised to help me with my book, and what was all that? A lie? A chance to get your dick wet?” You cry out, feeling tears start to fall again.
“It wasn’t any of that! I promise.” He pleads.
“Then what was it, Taehyung? Explain it to me so I understand.” You shout, clenching your hands into fists.
“It was a little bit of everything. Alcohol, seeing you with Namjoon. I got jealous, and Sydney just happened to be there. I’m not proud of it. I know I hurt you, and I am so incredibly sorry about that. I want to make things right; that’s why I walked in the rain to be here. I had to see you. Had to explain.”
“You got jealous, so instead of talking to me like an adult, you went and fucked another girl?” You cry out.
“We didn’t! That was one of the first things I asked her, and she assured me we didn’t. I know that doesn’t excuse my behaviour, but I need you to know. She and I… just….made out.” He finished lamely as you roll your eyes.
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better that you didn’t fuck her, just kissed her?” You nearly shout, body vibrating with hurt and anger.
“I should have talked to you! I hate everything I did last night. None of it should have happened. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he pleads.
“Last night I was going to tell you I liked you. I was going to try and make this thing official.” You say after a beat of silence as Taehyung makes a choked noise that sounds like a whimper.
“Namjoon was the one to tell me to go for it. And we went looking for you and well… you know what we found.” You say, voice numb and hollow as you squeeze your eyes shut.
“Please let me make it up to you! Let me fix this. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.” Taehyung says, stepping forward and taking your hands in his.
You fight back the tears and shake your head, pulling from his hold as you step back and wipe your eyes.
“I like you too. I like you so much it’s hurting me to see you like this. I was going to ask you out after the wedding. I had plans. Please.” He begs as his eyes brim with tears, and you shake your head, feeling your chest ache.
“Taehyung, I just…can’t… It hurts too much, even being this close to you. I don’t trust you anymore. I can’t do this.” You choke as the tears fall harder and faster.
“Please let me make it up to you. Please, I can’t lose you. I liked spending time with you. I liked sending memes to you. It wasn’t even just the sexual stuff at that point; I was okay not having sex with you because I had feelings for you.” He says, trying his best to stop the tears that are running down his cheeks.
Taehyung buries his face in his hands and cries, and you stand there completely still as you see Mira standing in the rain outside the cafe, pointing to her watch.
“I fucked up. I fucked up real bad, and I’ll do anything to make it right. Please.” He begs as you shake your head and gather your things.
“The fifteen minutes are up, and I don’t want to make Mira stand in the rain. Come on, I have to lock up.” You sniffled as he looked over his shoulder to see Mira tapping at her watch.
“Please,” Taehyung begs, and you shake your head.
Your answer is final.
You can’t take him back.
It all just hurts too much.
Without saying anything, you go around turning off all the lights, and you grab your umbrella as a crack of thunder makes you and Taehyung jump.
Once outside, you lock up and hand Taehyung your umbrella.
“You’re coming with us. Mira is going to drive us both home. I’m not having you walk in this weather.” You say as his eyebrows shoot up, and Mira shoots you a confused look.
“It’s pouring rain and thundering. The least we can do is give him a ride.”
The three of you hop into Mira’s car, and Taehyung curls up in the backseat, and you can hear his soft sniffles as you make your way to his house.
He thanks Mira with a wobbly voice and leaves your umbrella behind as he opens the door and walks slowly to his front door.
“I would have let him walk in the rain. You really do care about him, don’t you?” Mira asks as she pulls out of his driveway.
You don’t answer; instead, you watch the raindrops race down her car window and swallow the lump in your throat.
this is so random but genuinely a song I would dedicate to starry night would be void by the neighbourhood. IT FITS THEM SOOO WELL!!
Hi love ❤️
took me a bit to replay because I didn't know the song and needed to listen to it, and you are so right! It's so SN coded! Especially the last chapter and the angst to come...
I have a few songs I listen to when I daydream about them.
One is Shut up My Moms Calling by Hotel Ugly. Like, this is so much the stage where in right now-
I just want to rewind
I haven't seen you in a long time
You got me feeling so lonely
Even when you come through
I can tell that it isn't you
So, baby, bring it in closely
Hate the way I love you, but you're so sweet
Another is Those Eyes by New West. Very basic love song, I know, but it just captures the way he yearns and loves her. I feel like even when they'll eventually be together, he'll still yearn for her. The type of love that you love how they make you feel about yourself, and it's so important for Taehyung to feel like this after all he's been through.
Summary: After graduating university you fulfilled your dreams and became a published author. Your book did well, so well in fact, your team and fans want a sequel. The only problem is they want it to be a little more smutty and spicy and you have no idea how to accomplish that. Enter Kim Taehyung the cocky fuckboy from your past who is willing to lend a hand to a friend in need
Word Count: 3.8K
Rating: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact!
Tags: A/U, friends with benefits, slow burn, porn with little plot, morning boners, morning wood, swearing, needy reader, making out, breast worship, dirty talk, hand jobs, blow jobs, vaginal fingering, pussy eating, male and female orgasms, I love themmmmmm
Authors Note: okay so. I mayyy have exposed myself here cause ya girl loves morning wood. There is something about it that is so freaking sexy to me holy shit. Anyyywayyyy this chapter is just soft morning fooling around and I am here for it. Enjoy heheh
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You awoke to sunlight streaming through the blinds as you softly opened your eyes and looked around.
The sounds of someone in the neighbourhood cutting their grass while kids played in the streets made you check your alarm clock, and you were surprised to see it was well past nine in the morning.
It had been a while since you had slept so late into the day, and when you went to stretch your arms over your head, you quickly remembered why.
Kim Taehyung was in your bed, and his arms were wrapped around you tightly.
You snickered as he buried his face into your shoulder and let out a sleepy, content sigh.
After last night’s conversation, you both decided that you wanted to lighten the mood, so you opted to watch a movie.
You didn’t watch much of it, though; you mostly ended up sitting next to each other and talking while the movie played in the background, and before you knew it, it was well past one in the morning, and you offered Taehyung to spend the night.
He helped you clean everything up, and you both made your way to the bedroom, where you changed into your (his) shirt that you never gave back, and he stripped down to just his boxers.
When you saw him in the low light of the lamp, you felt yourself grow needy as your eyes roved the hard planes of his body, the miles of tanned skin, and the way his boxers hugged his upper thighs and soft cock in such a way it made you nearly whimper.
He teased you about staring, but you could tell he was staring at you too, his eyes roving from your breasts to your bare legs and the way his shirt skimmed your thighs.
Needless to say, there was a lot of sexual tension in the room when you turned off the lights and slid into bed, and this morning, you were ready to act on it.
Taehyung's arm was thrown around your middle, holding you in place, and you gently pushed your hips back until they touched his extremely hard, thick morning wood.
Fuck
It fit snugly against your ass and when you pushed with just a little more force, a whiny, sleepy groan left his lips as he buried his face into your back.
You brought the arm that was slung over you to your mouth and began to pepper kisses on his sweet skin. Focusing your lips on his dainty wrist and forearm, you worshiped his skin and couldn’t help but snicker as it made his hips jerk into your backside and a sleepy groan to leave his mouth.
You continued to grind against his hard-on, loving the feeling of it so firm and solid against your ass. When you swivelled your hips, his cockhead bumped against your pussy, making you nearly cry out.
You wanted to touch him, to feel the weight of his cock against your hand or lips, but you had never talked with him about the possibility of waking him up with a blowjob, so you figured it would be best to keep grinding against him until he woke up.
Your kisses became more feverish as you continued to push your ass back into his hard cock, loving the way he was letting out tiny moans every time you moved your hips in a certain way.
You were growing needier with every passing second; your pussy was wet and throbbing, and you knew if he didn’t wake up soon, you would have to take matters into your own hands… literally.
Another harsh push against his cock has Taehyung moaning against your back, his voice thick and deep with sleep as he peppers a light kiss on your shoulder.
Finally.
“Mm, is someone horny this morning?” He muses as you can feel his smile against your heated skin.
You don’t bother stopping your movements as you continue to grind into him with enthusiasm, chasing that friction you both crave.
“It’s all your fault, you know.” You say as Taehyung's fingers slip under the shirt you are wearing and they begin to trace your skin, leaving the sweetest goosebumps in their wake.
“And how is it my fault? I’m sleeping here all innocent, and you are humping against my cock like a horny little thing. I’m not complaining, though. Good morning to me.” He teases as his hand grazes under your breast, and a soft sigh leaves your lips as he rubs the skin with featherlight touches.
“Those boxers you are wearing. Fuck, they look so good on you; it’s not fair. Then your morning wood was pressing against me. Fuck Taehyung, you’re making me needy.” You admit, as you continue to rub against him, pressing your chest into his fingers, hoping he will stop teasing and actually touch you.
“You like my morning wood?” He asks as his fingers trail higher, and a broken moan leaves your lips when he finally begins to lightly circle your nipple.
“I may…have a thing for morning wood. It just… I don’t know; it makes me horny, okay?” You admit, as Taehyung chuckles sweetly against your skin.
This time, he pushes his cock into your backside, and your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.
“I think you are the first girl to tell me you actually like morning boners. Most of the girls tell me that it’s gross and to get it off of them because they are trying to sleep.” He explains as he tweaks your nipple, which sends shockwaves down your body.
“Fuck no. I love it. It’s so sexy to me.” You respond.
Your impatience gets the best of you as you suddenly flip positions so Taehyung is flat on his back, and you are straddling his thighs. His cock is rock solid and stretching the material of his boxers.
His cockhead is flushed red and poking out the top, and your mouth waters when you see how shiny it is with precum.
Your gaze snaps up to take in his face, and you nearly groan.
His dark hair is a mess atop your pillow, his eyes are wide and glassy, and his lips are bitten and red.
You rake your nails down his bare chest and grin when he arches up into your touch, and when you duck your head down to nibble lightly on his jawline, you feel his cock twitch against your stomach.
“F-Fuck. You did wake up horny this morning.” Taehyung croaked as your lips moved from his jawline down to his collarbones, and you began to pepper kisses on his warm skin.
“Your fault. All your fault.” You muttered as you began to kiss him hungrily, as if you couldn’t get enough of him.
The sun was streaming through the blinds, and the sound of the lawn mower seemed miles away as all you could focus on was Taehyung.
He looked like a Greek God spread under you, and you wanted nothing more than to devour him whole.
You were beyond horny at this point, and you began to grind down on his thighs as you worked your way down his body, leaving heated kisses in your wake.
You needed to suck his cock, or he needed to touch you, because you felt like you were seconds from exploding into a needy, whiny mess.
“If it’s my fault, how about I fix it, hmm? Will you let me make you feel good?” He asks as you lift your head and shamelessly nuzzle your cheek into his impressive bulge.
“Want to make you feel good too.” You pout as you begin to press hot, open-mouth kisses to his shaft, and you inhale the scent of him and his cock, which makes your head spin.
“You already made me feel good, remember? I think it’s time I return the favour.” He says softly as you raise your head.
Are you nervous?
Of course.
But your need is more important than your nerves, so you steel yourself and take a deep breath, nodding as Taehyung cracks a smile.
“Change places with me? I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” He promises, as you quickly lie down on the bed and shiver at the hungry look gleaming in his eyes.
He slowly takes both hands and places them on either of your legs before carefully sliding them apart.
You grimace when you feel the wetness between your legs, but Taehyung sits in between them with ease and slowly begins to kiss your skin.
He kisses your cheeks and your jaw in soft, sweet kisses as his hands roam up and down your bare legs, letting you get used to the feeling of his hands on your skin.
“Didn’t we already go over that I’m horny? Don’t tease, please.” You whine as with every swipe of his hands, he moves them up a little higher, making your breath hitch in anticipation.
“Impatient this morning, aren’t we?” He teases
Before you can rebut, he is speaking again, tone low and dangerous as his eyes roam your body.
“I have to get you prepped for my fingers. Don’t want to hurt you.” He mutters against your hair as he slowly grabs the hem of the shirt you are wearing, and he lifts it over your head.
Taehyung lets out a soft whimper as you watch his eyes dart from your collarbones to your bare breasts to your stomach, and finally, they settle lower.
You can’t help but stare when his eyes darken, and he licks his lips.
Taehyung looks positively hungry, and you can’t wait for him to ravish you.
Never in your life had a man stared at you with that kind of intensity, and it made you feel a strange mixture of turned on and nervous.
“Fuck, you are a vision.” He growls low as his hands come to slowly trace your breasts.
His long fingers knead the skin, and when his thumbs flick over the nipples, you can’t help the groan that falls from your mouth as your pussy throbs in time with your rapid heartbeat.
“There are so many things I want to do with you. I think my brain is short-circuiting trying to decide what to do first.” He admits as he brings his mouth to your skin and presses hot kisses to your chest.
You rake your hands through his hair, and when his tongue swirls on your nipple, you cry out his name and arch into his touch.
You feel your brain go fuzzy as one of his hands is playing with your breast while the other is running down your stomach, and his lips are latching onto the other nipple as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud.
“Taehyung, please.” You cried out, trying desperately to arch into his touch to get more of him.
While he was making you see stars with his fingers and tongue, his other hand snuck down your body and was now playfully running along the inside of your thighs. Every time he made a pass close to your core, you sucked in a harsh breath.
“Touch me. Fuck. Please.” You begged as he sucked harshly on your nipple, and at the same time, his finger finally dipped into your heat as he gathered your wetness to bring it up to your clit.
Pleasure shot through your body as Taehyung slowly worked your clit with tight circles. His warm mouth never left your breast, and when he licked a fat stripe over your nipple, you were sure he could feel your clit throbbing.
“Fuck, you are so wet for me, baby.” He moaned as his lips moved to your other breast to give it the same treatment.
You raked your hands through his hair as he continued to circle your clit. Pleasure was building in your stomach, and you didn’t want to cum just yet, but it seemed like Taehyung was so good he was about to throw you over the edge prematurely.
“Wait. Stop. Fuck.” You cried out as you squeezed your eyes shut, and Taehyung pulled away instantly, his eyes filled with worry.
“Are you okay?” He asked as you ran a hand down your face and let out a long breath, slowly opening your eyes.
“If I say it, you have to promise not to make fun of me.” You begged as he snickered and reached his hand down to palm his raging hard-on.
“You were close, weren’t you?” He said, eyes gleaming mischievously as you nodded.
Fuck, he was way too good with his hands and his mouth.
“I didn’t want to cum just from you sucking my nipples.” You admitted, as you reached down and swatted his hand away, taking over, palming his hard cock. You were pleased to feel how hard and wet he was, and it did make you feel better to know he was just as affected as you.
“So you like morning wood, and you have sensitive nipples. Good to know.” He quipped with a boxy smile that made you groan.
“I bet if I took your cock out right now and sucked you off, you would be close too.” You shoot back as you dip your hand into his boxers.
You rip them down enough to let his hard cock spring free, and he groans in satisfaction when it smacks against his toned stomach.
Taehyung lets out a broken gasp as you begin to slowly jerk him off, twisting your hand at the top in the way that you know drives him crazy.
“I mean, I would. I’m not going to deny your amazing blowjob skills, but despite what you may have thought in the past, I’m a gentleman, and I’m going to put you first today. So please stop jerking me off before I blow my load all over your hand.” He pleads as you grin and flick your thumb over his velvety head, making his cock pulse in your palm.
“So now you’re the one who’s close.” You are unable to stop yourself from dipping down and licking the wetness of his cockhead.
God, he is so yummy; you could spend forever licking him up and with the groan Taehyung lets out, you don’t think he would mind.
“Sh-Shut up. You were close first.”
You giggle as you envelop him in your mouth, letting your tongue dance along his cockhead and flick at that sensitive spot that makes him whine and gather your hair back so he can get a better view.
You bob your head and hum against him, making vibrations run up and down his shaft. You use your hand to stroke whatever you can’t fit into your mouth, and you snicker when you hear Taehyung curse under his breath as you take him as deep as your gag reflex will allow.
It’s messy and dirty, but you love the way your throat constricts when his cock hits the back of your throat, and you let yourself gag on it for a moment before pulling back and staring up at him with a dopey smile.
“Fuck, I have to make you cum first.” He grits out as he swats your hand away and pushes you down on your back.
Taehyung wastes no time in grabbing your legs and spreading them wide as he licks a heated stripe up your inner thigh.
You let out a contented sigh as Taehyung roughly grabs your legs again, and this time he places them so your feet are flat on the bed and your knees are facing up to the ceiling.
He spreads your legs, and with a sultry wink, he dips his head low and licks your pussy from top to bottom, making you cry out his name and grip the sheets.
Something you didn’t tell him last night was the fact that you were very inexperienced in having a man lick your pussy because Simon only did it once and told you he didn’t like it, so you never asked again.
Taehyung, however, ate pussy like he was a starved man and it was his last meal.
He licked and sucked at your lips, letting his nose bump against your clit as he lapped up everything you were willing to give him.
Once his tongue found your clit, you twitched on the bed and gripped the sheets for support as he sucked on it harshly.
His gaze snapped up to yours, and even with half his face buried between your thighs, you could see the hunger in his eyes.
While his sinful tongue lapped at your clit, his finger began to tease your entrance. He cocked an eyebrow in a silent question, and you nodded as he slipped it in with ease.
His finger felt so good buried knuckle-deep inside of you that you couldn’t help but grind down on it, desperate to be filled with more than just a finger.
“Fuck, your pussy is amazing. I want to be buried between your legs for the rest of my life.” He growls harshly, sucking your clit.
You were burning up as Taehyung began to curl his finger inside of you in time with his licks, making you moan and arch off the bed.
When he added another finger, you cried out his name and felt your orgasm building quickly in your body as you began to grind down on his fingers, desperate for more.
He curled his fingers just right to make his name slip from your lips like a prayer, and he hummed softly against your core as he lapped up your arousal and nudged his nose against your clit once again.
“You taste so good, what the fuck. This is insane. You are so fucking sexy.” He growls.
You were on fire, burning from the inside out as Taehyung teetered you on the edge with his skillful tongue and fingers.
“Gonna… fuck.” You warned as you began to roll your hips down into him, making him slide his fingers in and out of your body as he quickened his pace against your clit.
His lips were continuously sucking on your clit, and he alternated between soft and harsh sucking, making you whine out his name.
With one more drag of his fingers against your sensitive walls, you lost it and moaned out his name as you arched up on the bed and came hard.
Your blood was pounding in your ears; you were twitching and shutting your eyes as Taehyung worked you through your orgasm, mouth and fingers not leaving until you were truly spent.
The comedown seemed to take a while as he slowed his movements, and when he finally pulled away, he was grinning at you with a satisfied look on his face as you struggled to breathe.
Taehyung cuddled next to you and held you tight as a wave of emotions crashed over you.
Grateful it happened.
Sad that this was the first time a man made you feel so sexy and beautiful.
Scared at how much you wanted to do it again.
Taehyung was patient as he held you as you nestled into his side, trying your best to keep from crying, though you weren’t sure if it was from sadness or relief.
“Come back to me, Baby Blue. Don’t get caught in that head of yours. Come back to me.” He muttered against your temple as he pressed soft kisses to your skin and rubbed your arms.
“I’m okay.” You said, craning your head to look up at him as he smiled softly down at you.
“Thought I lost you for a second.”
You snickered.
“You did, but I’m back.” You say softly as you nuzzle into his skin.
“Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I? I know I went kind of hard, but you were just so sexy I couldn’t hold back.” He admits shyly as you sit up and brush his hair from his face.
“You were perfect, Taehyung. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard with a partner before. So thank you.”
Taehyung grins.
“I have to admit that was one of the sexiest things I’ve experienced. Not to tell you what to do, but I think that definitely needs to go in your book.”
You smile as his fingers continue to rub soothing patterns on your arms.
“I mean, there will be a scene where there is only one bed and the characters have to sleep next to each other, so I’m sure I could work something in.” You chuckled.
“Wait, does Ryder have a monster dick like me?” He teases as you duck your head and swat his arm.
“Hey, I need to know who I’m based on. I feel like you have to make him have a big dick, and if you want to write in your book that it was inspired by Kim Taehyung’s monster cock, that would be much appreciated.”
You are full-on blushing now, and you can’t help your eyes from wandering down to see his cock resting between his legs.
Right, because you took his boxers off to suck his dick.
And you almost made him cum.
“Wait, do you want me to finish you? I’m sorry; I almost forgot.” You say.
This time, Taehyung blushes and nervously runs his hands through his hair.
“I… not that I didn’t want you to, I just. Couldn’t wait. You were so hot, moaning my name, and you tasted so good; I jerked myself off and came when you did. I wiped myself down with the boxers you nearly ripped off me.” He confesses as you feel yourself grow hot and arousal shoots through you.
Taehyung found you so sexy, he came all over his fist because he couldn’t wait.
That was…wow.
“That’s really sexy, Taehyung, holy fuck. Though I wouldn’t mind helping you out next time. You know, maybe swallow it so you don’t have to clean up the mess.”
You giggle when you see his cock twitch to life between his legs, and he groans as you run a finger down his soft cock and balls.
“You’re going to make me horny again.” He whines as you play with his soft cock, carefully cradling it in your hand and rubbing your thumb on the underside of the head.
“Is that really a bad thing?” You tease.
“No, but I’m thinking breakfast first, then round two if we are both up for it. I’m getting hungry.”
Even though you would love to stay in bed all day and have Taehyung teach you more about sex, you have to agree that getting food sounds pretty good right now, so you let go of his cock and slowly get out of bed.
You grab your shirt, and Taehyung slides his boxers back on, and you both make your way to your kitchen to search for sustenance before round two.
Because no matter what, you are going to make sure you get to suck Kim Taehyung’s cock today and make him cum down your throat.
And maybe, hopefully, he can make you cum again today, too.
Summary: After graduating university you fulfilled your dreams and became a published author. Your book did well, so well in fact, your team and fans want a sequel. The only problem is they want it to be a little more smutty and spicy and you have no idea how to accomplish that. Enter Kim Taehyung the cocky fuckboy from your past who is willing to lend a hand to a friend in need
Word Count: 5k
Rating: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact!
Tags: A/U, friends with benefits, slow burn, plot heavy, mentions of past relationship trauma, the slow burn is real, simon is a diiiiick
Authors Note: Ah yes. The Simon backstory. I know the last couple chapters have been plot heavy but don't you worry next chapter we are getting back into the ~fun~ hehehhe
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“I just can’t believe it. Like, I really can’t believe it!” Mira gushes as you sigh up to the ceiling of The Oasis and untie your apron so it falls neatly in your hand.
“And you didn’t think to call? Or text me? I had to find out through Hoseok’s group chat?!” Mira exclaims as you shove your dirty apron into a plastic bag before shoving it into your backpack.
You are usually a lot more diligent about cleaning it, but for the last two weeks, you have hurried home from working at the cafe to write and let other tasks fall to the side.
Or you hurried to Taehyung’s to make sure he was okay after a big night of drinking.
And that was what Mira was complaining about.
Ever since your night with Taehyung, your friend group has done nothing but talk about it. Mira was beside herself that you didn’t reach out right when it happened, and she made sure the two of you went on a walk so you could talk it out because, according to her, it was “big news.”
Taehyung’s friends, on the other hand, had been spamming the group chat with questions for Taehyung about that night. He didn’t show you the chat, but he did tell you that he had to mute it because it was all his friends could talk about.
“They need to get hobbies or something.” He grumbled to you last night over text as you giggled to yourself.
Because yeah, your friends were taking it a bit far.
“Mira, I wasn’t about to call you or text you at midnight because of Kim Taehyung. You have been working hard on wedding planning, and you need your sleep.” You point out as you sling your backpack onto your shoulder and brush your hair from your face.
“You can call me or text me anytime about Kim Taehyung. You spent the night with him! The man you vowed to hate for the rest of your life. That’s huge!” She states, eyes wide and mouth drawn into an excited smile.
You knew why she was so excited; she had been trying to set the two of you up for years.
“I never vowed to hate him forever. Besides, nothing happened. Honestly, he just got drunk, called me, and I came over to get him into bed. That’s it.” You explained.
“You spent the night with Kim Taehyung?” A voice behind you said as you turned to see Morena standing by the front counter, wiping it down with a confused look on her face.
Shit.
How long had she been standing there for?
“Yeah, he drunk-called me. Nothing happened though, we are just friends!” You're stressed.
Did you want something to happen that night?
Absolutely.
When you walked through his door and saw him sprawled on the couch with miles of tan skin on display and only tight boxers covering his most intimate parts, you wanted to jump that man.
And when you woke up next to him after your nap and felt his cock pressing into your backside, you wanted to flip him over and suck him off until he came down your throat.
When Taehyung realized that he was almost grinding his cock into your backside, he pulled away with an embarrassed chuckle and began to ask about your book to ease the tension.
You wanted him.
You wanted him badly, but the lines were starting to blur between wanting him to help you with your book and wanting him because he was hot and you were horny.
“This is the one I met that one day when I had a doctor call, right?” Morena asked with a tilt of her eyebrow as Mira’s eyes widened and she looked between you and Morena in excitement.
“Oh my god! It’s you! You are famous in our group because you were the one to finally get these two together! Our group has been trying for ages, and you did it in one day! Oh, it’s so nice to meet you!” Mira says with a huge grin on her face as you shoot her a dirty look to get her to shut up.
“We aren’t together. We are just friends. Ignore Mira; she’s getting married and has her head in the clouds.” You explain.
“Well, I don’t know about the just friends part. When I came back from my call, there was some… tension…like sexual tension in the room. You could cut that shit with a knife. That’s why I asked you if you were seeing him.” She explains as she finishes cleaning the counter and throws the rag over her shoulder.
“I knew it!” Mira squeals as you blush and try to hide your face.
“Nothing happened!” You reiterate.
“Well, I’m disappointed in you. You spent the night next to him, and nothing happened? If it were me, I would have never let him leave the bed.” Morena jokes.
Something about Morena saying she would spend the night with Taehyung makes your stomach clench, and you can’t help feeling slightly jealous at the thought.
“He was drunk.” You explain.
“You did go back the next day when he was sober.” Mira points out with a cheeky grin as you lightly smack her arm.
“See, there was always the next day. He’s hot, not as hot as tall and tattooed, but still hot. There’s obviously chemistry; I say go for it.” Morena supplies, as you groan.
“You sound like Mira.”
“I’ve been telling her that for years!” Mira explains as you grab her arm and nearly pull her from the shop.
“Okay, we’re leaving. Nice to see you, Morena!” You call out as Mira is waving enthusiastically as you drag her to the door.
“See you! Next time I want details, I’m all invested now!” Morena calls as you shoot her a quick wave and pull Mira out the door and into the sunshine.
“Wait, who is tall and tattooed?” Mira asks you as you chuckle.
“Don’t ask. Come on, let’s go.”
It takes you one lap around the park to tell Mira the entire Taehyung story. The air is warm and bright, and the park is alive with flowers, people, and wildlife all soaking up the nice spring day.
You tell her everything. Taehyung drunk-calling you, him falling down the stairs, you helping him to bed, and the next day.
The story makes you blush, and by the time you are done, you aren’t sure if your cheeks are red because of the warm weather or because of Taehyung.
“Well, you are not going to want to hear this, but I agree with Jimin. That was a very girlfriend thing to do.” Mira says as you let out a weary sigh and take off your sweater, tying it around your waist.
Mira motions for a bench near the pond, and you sit down, taking in the bikers and runners as you both lapse into a comfortable silence.
“It was just a friend helping a friend. He is helping me with my book, and I helped him here. It’s not a big deal.” You say as Mira turns to face you, her knee bumping yours.
“From what I understand, friends with benefits means fucking only. Not sending each other cute memes, not flirting over text constantly, not taking care of him when he’s drunk off his ass. You care about him. It’s obvious you do.” Mira starts.
“Well, I think we have dipped into the friend category a lot more. Not many benefits have been happening lately, so we started to become friends.” You explain, as Mira cocks an eyebrow.
“Well, why not? Wasn’t the point for him to help you with your book?”
“I mean…yeah. But I’m not at that part in the story yet. My characters are still trying to figure things out, so I don’t need Taehyung’s skills… yet.” You smile when a duck walks up and pecks at the ground in front of you.
“Okay, I love the commitment to your book, and I’m sure your fans will love it too, but what about your life outside the pages? You don’t have to wait for your characters to fuck for you to fuck.” Mira concluded.
You stayed silent and watched the duck intently.
It was true; you did want to be sexual with Taehyung, but it was scary. It was scary how much you wanted him and how much chemistry there was between the two of you.
The last time you had this much chemistry with someone, it burned too hot, too fast, leaving you stranded in the dark.
“You are allowed to want this, you know. You are allowed to want him. I know in the last couple of months, your view on him completely changed, which can throw you off balance. But you are allowed to want him. Want sex with him.” Mira urged as you bit your lip.
A small silence stretched between the two of you before Mira spoke again.
“What Simon did…was awful. It should never have happened. But Taehyung is not Simon, and it’s not fair to him to compare. Taehyung is a good guy, and he cares about you as much as you care about him.”
You nod.
“Have you told him about Simon yet? Maybe it will help you feel more comfortable if he knows.”
“I want to. I have been thinking about it; I just—I haven’t had a lot of time to tell him in person.” You admit, as Mira cracks a smile.
“You spent the night with him and most of the next day with him, and you didn’t have time?” She teased as you nudged her arm, causing her to giggle.
“The timing wasn’t right! I mean, he was drunk and almost naked. Then, when I went back the next day, he was so tired that we fell asleep. I wasn’t about to drop all that on him!”
Mira was giggling, and you found yourself laughing along beside her.
“I still can’t believe you slept next to an almost naked Taehyung and didn’t do anything. You are probably the only girl he’s spent the night with who hasn’t taken his pants off.”
You groan.
“I mean, I wanted to. He looked so good. But he was drunk, and I had to work early the next day. Then the next day… I don’t know; it was raining, and he looked so sleepy and soft, we ended up just cuddling.” You explain feeling your cheeks heat when you think about sleepy Taehyung with major bedhead and a blissful smile.
God, he looked so cute.
“Girl, you are down bad for Taehyung. I can see it all over your face. Please talk to him about Simon and then let him make you cum.”
You smack Mira’s arm as she giggles wildly on the bench, and you change the subject to wedding planning, though in the back of your mind, you are already formulating a plan on how to tell Taehyung about your past.
“Taehyung, you promised!” Jimin whines over the phone as Taehyung stands in his walk-in closet with his hands on his hips.
So far, the only thing he has decided on for tonight is a pair of sleek black boxers that hug his ass and dick in all the right places.
“I know I promised Jimin, but something came up, and now I can’t.” He explains as he grabs for his black jeans and shoves them over his hips, and begins to search for a top.
You had messaged him yesterday asking if he was free to come over and work on your book again, and Taehyung happily agreed.
You offered to get dinner and make dessert and told Taehyung the only thing he had to do was show up.
Taehyung knew what working on your book meant, and he knew it was now your turn to be pleased, so he went through his closet looking for an outfit that would make him look good but not look like he was trying too hard.
“You promised that next time Jungkook and I go out dancing, you will come with us. You can’t hermit in your house forever, Tae.” Jimin whines as Taehyung grits his teeth.
Ever since he drunk-called you, that was all his friends could talk about. He muted the chat two days ago because the teasing was getting out of control, and he didn’t want to deal with it.
When Hoseok nearly fell over himself for Mira, no one batted an eye.
When Jungkook and Jimin finally admitted they liked each other, everyone was supportive.
But God forbid he drunk-called you once, and now he is the butt of every joke.
“I’m not hermiting away; I have plans,” Taehyung says as he reaches for his light grey sweater and throws it over his head. It’s tight enough to show off his shoulders and back, but loose enough to be comfortable.
He heads to the mirror, where he tries to tame his unruly hair as Jimin speaks again.
“Yeah, and what are your big plans for the night?”
“If I tell you, I’ll never hear the end of it.” Taehyung shoots back, feeling annoyed.
He didn’t understand why the thing with you was such a big deal. His friends never acted like this with any of his other friends-with-benefits, though he guessed the situation with you was much different.
He never called his friends-with-benefits drunk and told them he would die of loneliness if they didn’t come over and spend the night.
He also never took a nap with them and felt so at ease that he fell asleep almost immediately, cuddled up into their backside.
Jimin gasped, and Taehyung groaned.
“It’s with her, isn’t it!” He said as Taehyung finally got his hair looking the way he wanted, and he tried his best to smooth down some stray pieces.
“Yes.”
“Oh my god, this is so exciting! What are you guys doing tonight? I have a whole list of dates all planned out that you can take her on. Tae! Why didn’t you tell me? I could have come over and helped you get ready! Oh, this is huge!” Jimin babbled.
“This is why I didn’t tell you. You all get so weird about us. That’s why I muted the group chat, too. What happened wasn’t a big deal, and you all are blowing it way out of proportion. No one acted this way when you got together with Jungkook.” He snapped as he grabbed his wallet and left his room to head to the front door.
“Is that why you haven’t been active in the chat? You have it muted?” Jimin sounded genuinely hurt, and Taehyung bit his lip.
“It’s too much, Jimin. No one else got this kind of slack. She and I are figuring things out. Let us figure it out on our own.”
He knows Jimin is sensitive, and he knows he is being rude, but Taehyung really has had enough with how his group of friends has been acting.
They are too invested in the whole thing; if something does happen, Taehyung wants it to happen naturally, not because of outside pressures from friends.
“Do you like her, Taehyung?” Jimin asks seriously.
“Kind of hard to figure that out with you all breathing down my neck about her every five seconds. I’m going to her house to help her with a book thing; that’s it. No big epic date. None of that. Just what she and I agreed on.”
The other end stays silent, so Taehyung speaks again.
"Jimin, even though you are my best friend, I have to work this out on my own. I know you guys care, but it’s too much. I dunk-called her once, and you act like I got down on one knee and confessed my love to her,” he explains as he puts his phone down on the table so he can put on his coat.
“I know. We are just so excited for you, Taehyung. We haven’t seen you so happy about a girl in a long time. But yeah, I guess we have taken it too far.” Jimin admits as Taehyung lets out the breath he had been holding.
“She does make me happy, Jimin, and right now that’s all you guys need to know. The wedding is coming up, and I want it to be about Hoseok and Mira, not about whatever is going on with me. So please. Can you guys tone it down a bit?” He pleads.
“Yeah, I’ll talk to the guys about it. Sorry we made you feel that way, Taetae. I think we just got over-excited, you know.”
Taehyung laughs.
“It’s okay, Jimin. I know you guys are just excited.”
The phone call ends shortly after, and Taehyung feels a lot lighter. He never likes arguing with his friends.
The drive to your apartment is quiet as Taehyung follows the route his GPS set for him. He drums his fingers along the steering wheel and tries to ignore the knots in his stomach.
You didn’t sugarcoat why you wanted him over today, and even though he knew what he was in for, he still felt slightly nervous. Far more nervous than he had ever felt about any other hookup.
Taehyung turned down a side street and suddenly found himself in front of a quaint apartment building, and he swallowed hard, feeling his cock thicken under his pants.
Just the anticipation of getting his hands and lips on you again was making him horny as he parked on the street and blew out a long-winded breath.
You were standing in the doorway, smiling softly at him as he walked towards you, smiling despite his nerves.
“Come on in!” You say as you lead him through the front door and into the stairwell.
You take one flight of stairs up and unlock your door, as Taehyung can’t help but grin when he sees your space.
It’s small but lovely, with a cozy vibe that makes him feel right at home even though it was the first time he was seeing it.
He carefully took off his shoes and coat as you motioned for him to join you on the couch.
Takeout containers were scattered on the coffee table, and Taehyung’s eyes lit up when he realized it was the same food he had offered to you the first night you came over.
“Wow, this is an amazing spread!” He says as he plops down, and you offer him a container.
“Yeah, I’m a better baker than cook, so I thought it would be safer for me to order takeout instead of trying to make something. I do have homemade croissants for dessert, though!” You say, as Taehyung grins, and you both dig in, catching each other up on your days.
“I’ll have to teach you how to cook in the future. It’s not too hard,” he says as you stare at him in slight shock.
“Captain Kim Taehyung knows how to cook?” You tease as he blushes and ducks his head.
“Yeah, I know how to cook. I’m good at a lot of things, you know.” He shoots back, loving the way your cheeks blush and your eyes widen.
He didn’t mean to make it sound so suggestive, but hey, that was what he was here for after all, wasn’t it?
Once the food was finished, Taehyung helped you pack it all up and store it in the fridge. You brought out the croissants, which were buttery and flaky and loaded with the right amount of chocolate to make his mouth water.
Taehyung bit in but noticed you weren’t eating. In fact, you were sitting at the edge of the couch, looking nervous.
“Is everything okay? You don’t have to be nervous. It’s just me.” He says softly as he puts his dessert down and rubs small, soothing circles into your knee.
“It’s that obvious I’m nervous, huh?” You chuckle, wiping your hands on your pants as you break eye contact with him and instead stare at the floor.
“I mean, I’ve known you long enough to know your tells. Even in class, I could always tell when you were nervous.”
You nod and swallow hard.
“I, uh, brought you over here today because I wanted to talk about something. I guess it does have to do with my book…kind of.” You start as Taehyung is now the one to run his hands down his pants in nervousness.
Were you breaking up with him?
Is it even breaking up if it’s a friends-with-benefits situation?
“Baby Blue, you’re making me nervous here. If you don’t want to do this anymore, please just rip off the Band-Aid and tell me.” He pleads as your eyes widen and you bite your lip.
“No! It’s nothing like that. I want to do this with you. I want to do more with you.” You admit, scratching the back of your neck as Taehyung snickers.
“You want to do more, huh? What kind of things do you want to do? And don’t hold back from being descriptive. I’ve been thinking about it ever since you rocked my world and gave me that hand job-blow job combo.” He nearly purred
You can’t help but whine and cover your face with your hands, but Taehyung quickly pulls them away.
“Don’t. I like the look on your face when you get all flustered. It’s cute!”
“So that’s why you like teasing me so much? To see my reaction?”
“Of course. It’s always been cute. Even back in school.”
You look at him with a soft look on your face, and Taehyung grins. He usually wasn’t so open about his crushes, but this was you. And everything with you was different.
But in a good way.
“I, uh. Yeah, okay, I want to do more with you. I mean not just for my book but for…me.”
Taehyung continues to draw small circles on your knee, but his motions falter. Did you admit you wanted to be sexual with him for personal reasons? Oh god, his heart was hammering in his chest, and he felt light as a feather. You liked him! You didn’t just want to use him for your book; you wanted him for yourself.
“But I also think we need to talk about the elephant in the room before we go on…Simon.” You say, bringing all of Taehyung’s glowing thoughts to a halt.
Shit.
Simon.
Right.
“It’s not that I don’t want to do anything sexual with you; it’s that I’m scared to because of what happened with Simon. I want to tell you the story because I want you to understand before you get your hands on me. If that’s okay?” You say, staring at him with doe eyes that make his heart melt.
Taehyung grabs your hands.
“Of course it’s okay. I’m honoured you are trusting me with this. I know it’s not easy to talk about.” He says as you shift on the couch and let out a long sigh before diving in.
“I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I met Simon. He was tall, perfect, and smart. So incredibly smart. I think the only guy smarter than him was that Namjoon guy Hoseok used to hang out with.”
Taehyung cracked a smile.
“Anyway, I pined after Simon for a while before finally running into him at a party.”
Taehyung frowned.
He remembered that party.
He had lost his friends but wasn’t too concerned because he was the captain of the soccer team, and everyone knew who he was, so he usually made friends wherever he went.
Taehyung remembers heading into the kitchen to pour himself another drink, and that’s when he saw a couple making out against the wall.
He snickered to himself.
Rule number one of a party. If you are going to make out with someone, take it upstairs or outside unless you want people peering in.
Taehyung filled his cup with the cheap beer but found he was unable to tear his eyes away from the couple. Something about them sent a prickle up his spine, and he wasn’t sure what it was.
When they pulled apart, it clicked into place, and Taehyung’s jaw dropped.
It was douchebag know-it-all Simon and…you?
Why the fuck were you, of all people, making out with Simon?
You were smart, funny and pretty, and Taehyung was sure you would be one of the first people to see through Simon’s bullshit.
Hell, you saw through his bullshit right away.
You looked up at Simon like he placed the stars in the sky, and Taehyung felt a sourness in his stomach, and his heart clenched.
No way you were going for that douchebag.
Maybe you were wasted, and he was available.
Either way, Taehyung slammed his cup down and stalked the party to see if he could find Jimin, who could help him find Hoseok, who could get Taehyung in contact with Namjoon, who would tell him if Simon really was the piece of shit Taehyung thought him to be.
Taehyung never found Jimin.
Taehyung never got in contact with Namjoon.
Two days later, it was official: you were dating Simon.
Taehyung found out while in the library, trying to study with Jimin, who was too busy staring at Jungkook.
Taehyung remembered how Jimin told him, so casually as if it wasn’t important.
Still, Taehyung felt hurt, confused, and a weird prickly feeling shot through his body at the news.
You weren’t his
He shouldn’t care who you ended up with.
But he didn’t like it.
Not one bit.
“Anyway, things with Simon were good. We got along. He was always showing me small signs of affection, like holding my hand or throwing his arm around me. The chemistry was off the charts. It was great.” You continued, snapping Taehyung from his memories as he stroked the back of your hand with his thumb.
“Two months in, things started to take a turn. It was almost like he enjoyed the chase, but once he got me, he was…done with it all. He blamed it on the stress of exams, and I believed him. Until I didn’t.”
You bit your lip and looked sad, and Taehyung wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and protect you.
“It was like he didn’t know how to have a girlfriend anymore. He wouldn’t text me back. He would claim to always be busy when I wanted to see him. He stopped touching me. Even the small touches had disappeared. It was like he changed overnight.”
Taehyung frowned.
“We fought about it. A lot. We had different sex drives, and while I found sex and intimacy important. Simon didn’t.”
“We tried to work on it. He told me I was putting too much pressure on him, so I eased off, and then we didn’t have sex at all for almost two months. We were fighting a lot. I would find loads of dirty videos on his phone. He would rather jerk off than have sex with me. It was…humiliating.”
Taehyung’s heart is breaking, cracking in his chest, and he can’t take it anymore as he pulls you in for a hug, and you bury your face in his soft sweater.
“I’m sorry.” He says, rubbing your back.
“Eventually, it got worse. We had sex on his time, and when we did, he seemed to want to get it over with, so hardly any foreplay was involved. He rarely finished, and I’d catch him jerking off later. I’d never felt more confused and more unwanted in my entire life.” You confess as Taehyung draws you in.
“It became too much for both of us, and while I was willing to stay and work on it, Simon wasn’t. He broke up with me over text and told me that if I set foot in his dorm, he would call the police. He then…well. I’m sure you heard the rumours of me being a crazy slut.” You say, pulling away to stare at him.
Your eyes were glossy, and your lip was trembling, and Taehyung wanted to burn down the entire world with Simon on it if it meant making you feel better.
“I… yeah, I heard the rumours. Jimin had to hold me back from storming down the hall and punching Simon in the face. He nearly moved the table in front of the door, so I didn’t lose my soccer captain spot.” Taehyung admitted.
Your eyes widen.
“You were going to lose your spot? For me?” You ask slowly.
Taehyung smiles.
“I hated Simon from the moment I saw him. After what he did to you, it only made me hate that fucker more. I didn’t end up beating him up, but I wanted to. If Jimin weren’t there, I would have.” He confesses, tucking a hair from your face and smiling at you.
“Well. Wow. Thank you, Taehyung. I didn’t think many people would have stuck up for me. I mean. It was Simon. He was the golden boy, and everyone loved him.”
Taehyung chuckled under his breath.
“Not everyone. Pretty sure our whole group hated him. Namjoon did too. Hoseok told us Joon cornered Simon in the library and had a talk with him on how to treat women.”
You snickered.
“Simon probably didn’t like that. He never liked being told what to do.”
“I meant what I said a while back. We could hire a hitman and take him out. The world might be better for it.” Taehyung teases as you shove his arm playfully and grin.
God, he loves it when you smile.
“Yeah, I’ll consider it. How’s that?”
Taehyung grins.
“I think there’s a good chance of it happening. I mean… You considered me, and look where we are.”
Taehyung laced his hand with yours, and you smiled softly at him.
He feels himself soften when he looks at you. He wishes he could freeze this moment forever.
“Thank you for listening to me ramble. I just…needed to get it out because I needed you to understand.” You say softly as Taehyung smiles at you.
“Well, I’m honoured you trust me with this. We will go slow and do it together.” He says, pulling you into his arms and grabbing a blanket to throw over you.
Summary: After graduating university you fulfilled your dreams and became a published author. Your book did well, so well in fact, your team and fans want a sequel. The only problem is they want it to be a little more smutty and spicy and you have no idea how to accomplish that. Enter Kim Taehyung the cocky fuckboy from your past who is willing to lend a hand to a friend in need
Word Count: 7.3K
Rating: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact!
Tags: A/U, friends with benefits, slow burn, plot heavy, drinking, mini golf games, fluff, the group chat is actually my favorite, drunk cuddly Taehyung, hangovers, is someone catching feelings??
Authors Note: When I wrote this I had to turn to reddit to find out if you could sneak alcohol on a golf course and more importantly how to do it. I love this chapter, I love the group chat I love these two
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“Oh Jimin! I think you are going to have to drink!” Hoseok sings with a teasing smirk on his heart-shaped lips as he watches Jungkook’s mouth move wordlessly as he tallies the score.
“Nu-Uh! You did wayyyy worse than me!” Jimin shoots back as he stands beside his boyfriend with his hands on his hips and his mini golf club tucked against his side.
“Sorry, Jiminie Hoseok is right. You scored two more points than he did. You gotta take a shot.” Jungkook reports as Hoseok hoots with laughter, and Jimin frowns before reaching into his pants pocket to grab his silver flask. He takes a sip, all while maintaining eye contact with Hoseok before capping it and shoving it back into his pocket.
“You’re my boyfriend, Kookie, you are supposed to be on my side!” Jimin whines as they make their way to the sixth hole on the course, and a light breeze tousles the hair on Jimin’s head.
“Baby, the numbers don’t lie.” Jungkook coos, kissing his boyfriend lightly on the cheek as Jimin scowls and watches Jungkook line up his shot.
After Mira and Hoseok got engaged, their first order of business was to let everyone know that their wedding would be small and intimate.
While Hoseok didn’t come from a large family, Mira did, and after many arguments with her mother, many tears, and many “I don’t get why all five hundred of our family members have to come?! I don’t even know half these people.” Mira’s mother finally agreed to let her daughter have the small wedding that she dreamed of.
Because the wedding and the wedding party were so small, Hoseok and Mira were combining their Bachelor's and Bachelorette parties into one night that would happen two weeks from now.
Jimin, however, didn’t think it was fair that Hoseok did nothing, so he decided to throw Hoseok a small, fun night as a celebration.
After much back and forth in the group chat, they had decided on Mini-Golf but with a twist.
Whoever lost the round had to take a swig of whatever alcohol they snuck onto the course.
They had all met up at Mira and Hoseok’s after work and started drinking early. Mira ordered them pizza, and they stood around the kitchen island drinking and laughing, and Taehyung felt his heart glow.
The sunlight was streaming through the windows, casting everything in a warm glow. Mira had light background music playing as they all stood and ate. Hoseok had his arm around Mira and was smiling down at her as if he were the luckiest man on the planet. Jimin was tucked into Jungkook’s side, resting his head on the taller man’s shoulder as he listened to Hoseok tell a story about something funny Seokjin did at work.
Taehyung sat back and took it all in, and for the first time in a very long time, he felt a pang of something shoot through his chest.
What would it be like if he had someone here too?
What would it be like if he had a partner, not just a sex partner but an actual partner that he could put his arms around and snuggle into his chest?
What would it be like if it were you?
He wasn’t sure where this was even coming from. For the past four years, Taehyung had been more than happy to be single. Doing things on his own time. Doing what he wanted when he wanted.
However, something about seeing his friends so happy and so coupled up was making him feel like an outsider. Physically, he was standing in the kitchen with them, but he was also on the outside looking in, craving the kind of thing his friends had.
Taehyung shook his head and snapped out of it. He grabbed his beer from the table and took a long swig. These feelings were too big and too complicated for him to figure out tonight, so he decided to forget all about them by getting drunk and celebrating his best friend getting married.
“Taetae your turn!” Jimin sang as Taehyung snapped out of his daze and stepped onto the fake green to take his shot.
It was an easier hole, just one downhill slope with a slight veer to the right.
Taehyung lined up his green ball and sent it flying, nearly getting a hole in one as it easily made it a foot from the hole.
Jimin gasped, Jungkook clapped, and Hoseok was beside himself with laughter.
“Guess one of you will have to drink.” He teased the others as he sank his ball way under par and shot them a satisfied grin.
“No fair! You are too good at this! You are going to be as sober as Koo!” Jimin whined as he lined up his ball
Jungkook was the one to draw the short straw and was the sober one for the night, so he could get everyone home. He was still participating, but instead, taking shots of water.
Taehyung saw how quickly his other friends were getting drunk, and he was grateful he wasn’t in Jungkook’s shoes.
“This was your idea, Jimin. Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.” He teased as he stepped to the side and watched as Jimin shot him a lewd gesture before getting to work on lining up his shot.
Taehyung felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and he tucked his club under his arm to grab his phone, smiling when he saw your name light up his screen.
Despite Taehyung telling you that you could come to hang out at Mira’s house while they pre-gamed, you declined his offer as you wanted to spend your night at home writing the next chapter of your book, and you had a very early shift at the cafe tomorrow anyway.
Taehyung thought it was an odd way to spend a Saturday night, but he respected your decision, and instead, he decided to send you updates of everything that was going on so you didn’t miss out on the fun.
While he was updating you on the mini golf game, you were updating him on your book, which you were flying through as you told him earlier in the day. A huge wave of motivation had hit you, and you were excited to spend the night in your pyjamas writing.
And god damn if that selfie in those pyjamas with the small teddy bears on them didn’t make Taehyung blush and zoom in because you looked adorable.
Taehyung had sent you a selfie of his fit, making sure to get the lighting right and his hair messy in a way he knew girls loved, and sent it off to you.
You responded with the word “Cute” and a smiley face, which made Taehyung blush.
He was so used to being called hot or sexy that someone calling him cute affected him more than he would like to admit.
Taehyung quickly typed out an update of what was going on before he pocketed his phone and tried to focus again on the game.
He took a swig from his flask, wanting to feel a little more than buzzed as Jungkook came over to stand by him.
“You didn’t lose the round, you know.” He teased with a quirk of his eyebrow as Taehyung shoved the flask into his pocket and wiped his mouth.
“I know, but I’m too good at this game. I’m going to be as sober as you by the time it’s done.” He responds as Jimin shoots his ball, and it goes all of four feet before stopping, making Hoseok hoot with ringing laughter.
“I think Jimin needs to get better at this game, or I’m going to be taking care of his drunk ass all night.” Jungkook pouts as Jimin once again lines up his shot with determination written all over his features.
He hits the ball again, and it only goes two feet this time. Hoseok is almost on the ground with how hard he is laughing at his friend.
“Maybe you should go over and show him. You know, press your back into him and help him with his swing. Though you will be cleaning up my puke if you do that.” He teases Jungkook as he feels his phone vibrate again in his pocket.
Taehyung quickly slips it half out to see that you sent him another picture. He would have to wait until Jungkook is out of range before he opens it.
“Nah, I don’t have to put the moves on Jimin. He gets so handsy when he’s drunk; he will be throwing himself at me soon enough.” He replies in a cocky tone as Taehyung makes a face, sticking out his tongue before shoving his phone back in his pocket.
“Gross man. I don’t want to think about that,” He says as he watches Jimin shaking his hips as the ball rolls forward, finally in the direction of the hole.
“What about you? Gonna be a handsy drunk and call your girl up later?” Jungkook jokes with his dark eyes dancing with mischief as Taehyung reaches out to pinch his arm, but he is too fast and easily dodges out of the way.
“She’s not my girl, and you know that. I’m just helping her with her book. Why are you all so on me about this? It’s a friend helping a friend.” He whines as Jimin gets his ball in the hole and takes a celebratory drink while Hoseok marches back to the start to try to beat Jimin.
“Now I understand why you flirted and teased her so much in University. You get flustered so easily. It’s kind of fun.”
Taehyung once again goes to pinch Jungkook’s arm, but he jumps out of the way to avoid it, giggling the entire time.
“I did not flirt with her. It was playful banter.” He says matter-of-factly as he brushes his hair from his eyes and shoots Jungkook a dirty look.
“Whether you are more than friends or just helping her with her book, I like who you are with her, Taetae. It’s nice to see.” Jungkook responds as Jimin suddenly shouts and races towards Hoseok, jumping on him in celebration.
Hoseok’s face is frozen in disbelief.
“Hole in one!” Jimin nearly screams as he buries his face in Hoseok’s shoulder.
“Jimin, you still have to drink!” Jungkook reminds him as they all run to Hoseok to wrap him in a hug, giggling and cheering.
Jimin happily takes a swig, and Hoseok does too in celebration.
Taehyung slips his flask from his pocket and holds it up in the air.
“To Hoseok. Not only because he got a hole-in-one but because our boy is finally getting married!”
They all cheer and take drinks as the sun sets lower in the sky.
As the game goes on, something tugs at Taehyung, and he continues to drink until he feels comfortable enough to ask.
They are standing at the eleventh hole, and Hoseok is concentrating hard. He has yet to get a hole-in-one since the last time, and he wanted to prove he could do it again.
Jungkook and Taehyung already had their turn, so they were off to the side, letting Hoseok have as much space as he needed.
“What did you mean earlier?” Taehyung asked Jungkook as he pulled his soft grey sweater over his head. The sun was setting fast, and even though it was spring, the nights still had a cold bite to them.
Jungkook shot his friend a puzzled look.
“About how you like who I am now that I’m…whatever…. with her.” He stammered, feeling too flushed to look at Jungkook, so he focused on his other friends instead.
“You actually want to know? Usually, you shut us down when we have our opinions on her.” He says to Taehyung.
“Yeah, because usually your opinions are endless teasing and asking me stupid questions.”
Jungkook giggles but remains silent.
“Yes, okay, I want to know. Rip off the band-aid. Let me hear what you think.” Taehyung prodded.
The alcohol was making his head feel light and sort of fuzzy. His whole body felt relaxed, and his limbs felt light. He knew he could handle this conversation with the influence of alcohol in his system. Plus, he was curious. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, Jungkook was one of the wisest in the group, and he wanted to know what he thought.
“I like who you are with her. She makes you happy, Taehyung. I see the way you smile when you text her. I saw how happy you were having her in your arms when we had movie night. She also has this way of making you….I dunno. Real, I guess?”
Taehyung nodded and let Jungkook continue.
“Like before, you were Captain Kim Taehyung, expert fuck boy, and you always put on this persona of being this larger than life can get any girl you want kind of guy. And it’s not a bad thing! But with her… You are the real Taehyung. The one Jimin told me stories about. The guy who is goofy and silly and not afraid to look like an idiot to make his friends laugh.”
Taehyung swallowed hard. This was all hitting a little too close to home because he had noticed it too. You had been bringing out his soft side, and he liked that.
“Because you don’t look like you are going to either run away or sock me in the mouth, I’m going to keep going,” Jungkook said as Taehyung cracked a smile.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen with you both in the future. I just hope you don’t fuck up and you keep her around because she makes you happy, Tae. She makes you real. Whether you want to just fuck her…or one day marry her well, that’s your choice. But for now, I’m happy you seem so happy.”
Taehyung once again swallows hard as he takes in what Jungkook says. He has felt that way for a little bit now, but hearing someone else say it confirmed it. He liked who he was when he was around you. He knew he didn’t have to act like a fuck boy version of himself because you never fell for that. He tried his charms on you before. The playful banter, the smooth moves, but you always brushed them off.
He thinks that’s why he is so real with you. Because he doesn’t have another choice. You don’t want Captain Kim Taehyung. You want regular old Kim Taehyung, who likes to playfully flirt, but also can kick his friend’s asses at Mini-golf and has a knack for helping you with your book.
You came to him because of his fuck boy skills, but you stayed because you had created a solid friendship. And he liked that. It was nice.
“I gave you a lot to think about, huh?” Jungkook teases snapping Taehyung back to reality.
“Yeah, I just….thank you. I feel the same way. She makes me happy. I like who I am when I am with her.”
Jungkook shoots his friend a soft smile.
“The marrying her thing was too far, though. We have only been doing this thing for almost two months.” Taehyung shoots back as Jungkook throws his head back and laughs.
“Hey, sometimes you just know! When I saw Jimin, at first, I was like, " Holy shit, that is the hottest man I have ever seen. Then, about three months in, I knew I didn’t just want to fuck him. I wanted to date him. You never know, Taetae.” He says with a knowing smirk, which has Taehyung reaching out and socking him in the arm lightly.
“Yeah, and thank god you did ask him out. If I had to hear Jimin whine about how he wasn’t sure if he should ask you out or wait for you to do it one more time, I think my brain would have exploded.” He beamed as Jungkook blushed and Hoseok completed his shot, so they were able to move on to the next hole.
“How did you know that Jimin was the one, though? That’s a pretty big thing to figure out.” Taehyung asked as he took a swig of his drink and watched as Jimin got his shot lined up again.
“I liked talking to him. Liked spending time with him. It might be selfish, but I didn’t want anyone else to be able to have Jimin as I did. Like, I didn’t want anyone else kissing him, or holding his hand, or being there when he gets his random bursts of energy and needs to have a dance party in the living room. And I for sure didn’t want anyone else making him cum.”
Taehyung pretended to gag as Jungkook laughed.
“Why? You feel that way about your girl?” He asks as Taehyung nudges him.
“Okay, too far. Conversation over.” He says as he leaves Jungkook to go stand by Hoseok.
He can hear Jungkook’s laughter and feels the hairs on his neck stand up as he crosses his arms over his chest.
Though it was nice to talk to Jungkook about it and did make him feel lighter, it also made a heavy weight settle in his stomach because all of the things Jungkook said were how Taehyung was starting to feel about you.
Jimin lost spectacularly.
After the eighteen holes were completed, Jimin came in last place, Hoseok in third, Taehyung in second and of course Jungkook in first.
Everyone’s flasks were now empty, and Jungkook was the one who had to pile his very drunk friends into his car and take them all home.
Hoseok was dropped off first, and Mira ran out to help Jungkook drag her fiancé into the house. Taehyung lifted his head in time to see Jungkook whisper something into Mira’s ear that looked serious.
He was too drunk to care as he rested his head on the cold window and listened to Jimin drunkenly babble about nothing.
By the time Jungkook made it back to the car, he was trying and failing to hide his grin as he got into the driver’s seat and backed out of Mira’s driveway.
The drive to Taehyung’s was quiet, and he felt his head swimming as Jungkook navigated the streets. Jimin was providing all the conversation as he babbled in the front and fiddled with the radio.
By the time they pulled up to Taehyung’s house, he was nearly asleep with his cheek pressed against the window.
“Jimin, I have to get Tae in first, then I can take care of you, okay, love?” He asked softly as Taehyung saw Jungkook lightly take Jimin’s hand and pull it away from his crotch.
“Gross, Jimin, I’m still right here!” He exclaimed from the backseat as he pushed the door open.
“I can’t help it if my boyfriend is sexy as fuck and I’ve been hard since we dropped Hoseok off!” Jimin shot back as Taehyung made fake puking noises and hopped out of the car, swaying on his feet as he did so.
Jungkook helped with his keys and getting his friend into his house. Everything was dark as Jungkook navigated the living room furniture to bring Taehyung up the stairs to his bed.
Taehyung stripped off his clothes but kept his boxers on as he tucked himself into bed under Jungkook’s watchful eye.
“Go fuck your man, Koo. I’ll be fine.” He slurred as Jungkook bit back a laugh and tucked Taehyung tighter into bed.
Jungkook headed to Taehyung’s bathroom and grabbed some painkillers as well as a glass of water before setting them on his nightstand and patting his head.
“Take these, you will feel better. Also, text me if you need anything.” He said as Taehyung nodded and the room spun.
Shit, how much did he drink?
Jungkook left, and the silence of the house uncomfortably surrounded Taehyung. The covers were too tight, too hot. He had too many thoughts in his brain that wouldn’t go away, and he felt the need to get up and move.
Taehyung threw the covers off and sat at the edge of the bed, grabbing his phone to see that you wished him a goodnight two hours ago.
He giggled as he flipped back through the messages and saw the cute selfie you sent in your pyjamas. God, you looked so adorable, it drove him insane.
But you were also downright sexy as he remembered the night you came to him in the pouring rain and asked for a favour. The way that the black dress hugged your curves and made your breasts appear full and lifted.
God, you looked so hot. Taehyung would have done anything you asked that night.
His cock began to stir under the fabric of his boxers, and he pressed the heel of his hand down as the memory of your lips wrapped around his shaft caused his cock to twitch.
He stood up abruptly and grabbed the bed to stop the room from spinning as he made up his mind.
He was going downstairs to watch porn.
He lived alone, his big screen TV would be the perfect watch spot, and then he could crash on the couch and sleep the drunkness away.
Once the room stopped spinning, Taehyung fumbled his way through his room and down the stairs.
His cock ached, and he was so focused on the task at hand that he forgot to hit the last step properly, and he tumbled down the stairs and found himself flat on his back staring up at the ceiling with an aching hip.
Laughter spilled from his lips as he lay in the dark on the cold floor.
Oh god, this was too funny.
He wished someone were here to see this.
He wished you were here to see this. You would find this hilarious.
Taehyung grabbed his phone and quickly dialled your number, excited to tell you what had just happened to him.
Your phone buzzing on your nightstand woke you from a dead sleep.
Checking the clock, you saw it was midnight, and you groaned
Who the hell called someone at this hour?
Body heavy with sleep, you slowly flicked on your lamp and grabbed your phone, seeing Taehyung’s name light up the screen.
“Taehyung? Is everything okay?” You answered, feeling groggy as you sat up and wiped the sleep from your eyes.
“The funniest thing just happened to me! You would not believe it!” He cackled drunkenly as you listened to him tell the story of how he fell down the stairs.
“What the heck were you doing going downstairs anyway?” You asked in between giggles as Taehyung giggled like a little kid.
“I was going to watch porn. You made me all horny with your blowjob skills, and it needed to be taken care of. I was going to pass out on the couch, but didn’t make it! He explains in between drunken laughs, and that was well…
Well.
Wow.
You didn’t realize your blowjob skills were that good, and it made pride bloom in your chest that Kim Taehyung got so horny thinking about you sucking him off that he tripped down the stairs.
“This is all your fault, y-you know. You should come kiss it b-better.” He stammered as you cracked a smile.
“You want me to come in the middle of the night to kiss your boo-boo better?” You taunt as you hear him groan and shift, and you wonder for a moment if he is still on the floor.
“Yes, because you were the o-one to cause it. I was fine before I th-thought about you, and look at me now. On the floor.” He whines as you grin.
“Taehyung, I’m not coming over to kiss your erection better. Good try though.”
He lets out a long whine.
“It’s not my dick, it’s my hip. I fell on it. And you're being mean.”
“You want me to drive all the way there to kiss your hip better? That’s a long drive just for that, you know.” You respond, running a hand through your hair and feeling slightly flustered. The thought of kissing anywhere on Taehyung was making your skin prickle with heat.
“No, because then you are going to help me off the floor and spend the night here. I’m sooooo lonelyyyy.” He cries out as you snicker.
“Taehyung, I think you are more than capable of helping yourself off the floor. You’re a soccer star, remember. You can do anything. You once did thirty push-ups in a row to impress a girl.” You reminded him as he groaned over the phone.
“And it wasn’t even worth it. She kissed like a fish.”
You barked out a laugh and had a feeling you weren’t going to win this battle. Taehyung was drunk and whiny, and you knew he wouldn’t let you off the phone without the promise of you coming over, so you grabbed your backpack and got to work packing an overnight bag.
“Pleaseeeee come over. The house is dark, I’m on the floor, and I think the loneliness is going to kill me.” He cries out as you zip up your backpack and double-check you grabbed everything.
“Pleaseeeee.”
“Pleaseeeeee”
“Okay, okay, I’m coming, I’m just packing a bag.” You tell him as you sling it over your shoulder and leave your room to grab your coat and keys.
“Wait, really!? Oh, I owe you my life. My entire life is yours!” He responds gleefully as you bite back a laugh and get your coat on.
By the time you make it to Taehyung’s, he has gotten himself off the floor and sung you two different songs while you were driving.
He refused to get off the phone with you, so you had to hear him babble and sing as you drove the quiet streets on the way to his house.
You parked in his driveway, grabbed your things, and headed to the front door.
You opened the door to see Taehyung sprawled on his sofa with his head hung back and his eyes glassy, and he was naked. Very naked except for thin boxers covering his dick.
Oh god, you didn’t sign up for this.
He made grabby hands as you locked his door and shucked off your coat.
You went over to him, and he pulled you in for a hug, smelling of booze and his natural intoxicating Taehyung scent that made your head spin.
“Come on, Tae, it’s bedtime.” You sang as he looped his arm around you, and you weaved your way through his furniture to get him up the stairs.
You didn’t take him to bed but instead to the bathroom, where you helped him put a black headband on.
He looked at you with starry eyes as you carefully washed his face and helped him brush his teeth.
He was quiet and content as you helped him, and when you were done, you plopped him into bed.
“Wait! Don’t leave me!” He cries out as you let out a sigh and grab your discarded backpack.
“I’m staying the night, I just have to change into something.” You report as you duck into the bathroom and change into plaid bottoms and a random shirt you found at the bottom of your drawer.
By the time you finished, Taehyung was on his stomach, staring at you with his absolute best puppy dog eyes. You blamed it on his drunkness, so you turned off the bathroom light, casting everything in darkness as you made your way to the window side of his bed.
Taehyung curled up against you, holding you hostage in his arms as you settled in for the night. His breath was hot on your skin, and you were hyper-aware that he was still only wearing boxers and nothing else, and you felt a swoop in your stomach as he wrapped his strong arms around you.
“Thank you for staying.” He sighs happily into your hair as you double-check that you set your alarm.
You rake your hands through his hair, and he nuzzles his face into your shoulder before falling into a deep sleep.
Taehyung wakes up with an incessant pounding in his head.
He blearily opens his eyes and untangles himself from the pillow he had been clutching to gaze out his window.
The sky was dark and stormy with soft raindrops hitting the window, and Taehyung slumped back down against the pillows and let out a slow sigh.
Bits and pieces of last night came into focus as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
The Pre-gaming
The Mini-Golf game
His conversation with Jungkook
All the drinks he consumed
Fuck
Taehyung sits up and reaches for his phone, checking the group chat to see that no one has said anything since yesterday.
Taehyung shoots a text asking if everyone is still alive as he throws his phone back on his bedside table and lifts his legs so he sits on the bed with his feet on the floor.
The room spins for a moment, and Taehyung closes his eyes as he waits it out.
Once he feels steady, he stands up and makes his way to the bathroom, scratching his bare chest as he does so.
He flicks on the light and is surprised to see that even though he feels like a big bag of garbage, he doesn’t look half as bad as he thought.
His hair was a rumpled mess atop his head, but his skin was clear and felt…clean?
Well. That was odd.
Taehyung used the toilet and washed his hands and face before making his way back to his bed.
On the way back, his foot connected with something solid that was left on the floor, and he looked down to see a backpack resting on his bedroom floor.
A bright blue backpack with a small Hello Kitty charm on it.
His stomach drops.
This isn’t his backpack.
He doesn’t know who this backpack belongs to, but it does tell him one thing.
He had a girl over last night.
His stomach turns sour as he tries to rack his brain to remember what the hell he got up to last night.
He remembers Jungkook bringing him into his house and tucking him in. He remembers falling asleep curled around something….or someone?
But the rest is a fuzzy mess.
Oh shit.
He slept with a girl last night.
And even bigger oh shit.
He cheated on you.
Does it count as cheating if you are in a friends-with-benefits situation?
Taehyung thinks so
He bites his lip and scrunches his eyes shut as if that would help him remember better.
He was going to have to tell you he had someone over last night.
What would you think?
Would you even want this agreement anymore?
Would you even want to be his friend anymore?
Taehyung leans down to inspect the backpack when he hears the door open and close softly.
Well fuck.
A female voice calls his name, and Taehyung wastes no time in making his way back to the bed and diving under the covers as he hears footsteps get louder.
The door cracks open, and he is relieved to see you standing there in your work clothes with a drink in one hand and a brown box in the other.
“Hi!” He says brightly, sitting up as you shoot him a confused look and enter his room.
“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine this morning? I thought you would still be dead to the world.” You admit as you make your way to his bedside and hand him the drink.
He takes it gingerly, and you shoot him a smile.
“I just have to change quickly, I smell like flour and sugar.” You say with a grimace as you place the box on the bed beside him, and Taehyung feels relief flood his body when he sees you cross the room and reach for the backpack.
“Oh, it’s your backpack!” He says with a huge grin as you stare at him with a curious expression.
“Yes, Taehyung, I spent the night because you….wait. You don’t remember?” You asked as Taehyung ducked his head in shame.
“We didn’t….have sex, did we? I wanted to make it special. After Jungkook dropped me off, I don’t remember anything,” He admits timidly as you sling the backpack over your shoulder and grin at him.
“We didn’t have sex, but you did cuddle me all night like an over-excited octopus. I had to switch myself out with a pillow just so I could make it to work on time.” You grin as Taehyung groans.
“I’m going to change, and I’ll catch you up on what happened last night. Don’t eat everything in that box, some of it is for me too!” You call out as you make your way to the bathroom and close the door.
Taehyung feels relieved.
He didn’t cheat on you or sleep with you last night.
But he did drunk dial you, and after that conversation with Jungkook, he could only imagine what he had said to you in his drunken state.
He sipped the drink in his hand as he watched the rain lightly drum against the window.
You returned a moment later wearing dark leggings and an oversized sweater. You plopped your bag on his floor and slipped into bed with him as if you had done it multiple times.
It made Taehyung’s heart pound.
The rain was hitting the windows in a comforting way as you crossed your legs and shook out your updo so your hair fell around your face.
“So, how much of last night do you not remember?” You teased as you brought the brown box towards you and opened it up.
Taehyung was hit with the scent of warm baked goods, and he leaned over to see what was inside.
There were two chocolate croissants, a blueberry muffin and something that was covered in cinnamon sugar that made Taehyung’s mouth water.
“Uh, maybe start from the beginning. I mean, I know how I got home and got into bed, but everything after that is….fuzzy.” He says as he reaches for a pastry, and his phone buzzes continuously on his bedside table.
“Popular this morning, huh?” You tease with an eyebrow lift as he groans and leans over to grab his phone.
“Sorry, it’s the group chat. I messaged earlier to make sure everyone was alive, and it seems my friends have finally gotten up.”
You smile.
“It’s okay if you want to answer them. I’m starving, so I’m going to dig in.” You say as you grab a croissant and take a big bite, staining your lips with icing sugar and chocolate.
God, what Taehyung wouldn’t give to lick that off of you.
He shakes his head, suddenly hyper-aware that he is only wearing boxers and nothing else as he pulls the covers up over his lap and focuses on the chat.
Taetae: Are we all good guys? Did everyone survive last night?
Hoba: Noooooo
Jiminie: I feel like a bag of shit
Hoba: Ugh, same
Kookie: I feel great. Went to the gym this morning!
Hoba: No one asked you, Koo
Kookie: Um, Tae asked if everyone was okay. I am part of this group, so I count as everyone. Thank you very much.
Hoba: Ugh.
Jiminie: Survived but just barely.
Hoba: Remember, this was your idea Jiminie.
Jiminie: You mean “Wow Jimin thank you for throwing me a great bachelor party.”
Hoba: Yes thank you Jimin, for getting me so drunk that I feel like my head will explode.
Jiminie: You’re welcome:)
Taetae: Ah so we all survived and are well enough to bicker. Lovely
Kookie: Don’t let Jimin fool you guys. After the gym, I brought him a coffee and treats from The Oasis. He is fine. He is just a drama queen
Jiminie: You are supposed to be on MY side, Koo.
Taehyung looked over at you to see you happily munching away on your croissant with your legs crossed, just staring around his room.
“Did you see Jungkook this morning at work?” He asked as you wiped the chocolate from the corners of your mouth and swallowed.
“No? Did he come in? Aw, he should have told me.” You whined as Taehyung positioned his phone so you could read the texts.
“Ah. The hot guy with the tattoos. Yeah, that makes sense now. He was there.”
Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“You think Jungkook is hot?!” He exclaimed as you giggled.
“I mean, I have eyes, and yes, I do think he is attractive, but I wasn’t the one calling him that. My co-worker Morena called him that. We have codenames for some of our customers. I never put it together that she could be talking about Jungkook.”
Taehyung sat there, shocked, as you took another bite of your croissant.
“Oh, don’t look so scandalized, Taehyung. Morena thought you were hot as hell when she first saw you. She was almost fanning her face when you walked away.” You teased
Taehyung grinned.
“Hmm. Captain Kim Taehyung still got it huh?” He jokes as you playfully nudge his arm.
“Whatever you say, Captain.”
A comfortable silence stretched between you both before you spoke again.
“Tell him next time to ask for me. I was working today, and I could have gotten him his order and made it half off.” You say as Taehyung types it out in the group chat before he can think.
When he hits send, he immediately regrets it as a flood of messages comes through.
Hoba: Wait how do you know she was working today…..
Kookie: She was working today?
Jiminie: OHMYGOD ARE YOU WITH HER RIGHT NOW?????
Kookie: Did you drunk dial her last night?
Jiminie: Is she in your bed right now???
Hoba: What did I tell you about being careful with her Tae
Jiminie: I wasn’t even done planning your dates and you are already being a horn dog with her. Stop it Tae you are ruining my plans.
Hoba: But does anyone listen to Hoseok? No of course not.
Kookie: I could have gotten the order half off :(
“Look what you started!” Taehyung whined as he shoved the phone in your face and let you read the chat. Your face splits into a grin the more you read.
“Our friends are so weird.” You joke as your phone suddenly goes off, and Mira is now texting, trying to get to the bottom of what is going on.
“Oh my God, this is insane.” Taehyung laughs as you type a message out on his phone and hit send with a satisfied smirk before handing it back to him
Taetae: Hey guys! Yes, he drunk-dialled me last night. No, nothing happened. Yes, I’m in his bed right now because I also brought him coffee and treats and yes Jungkook, next time ask for me and I’ll get you your order half off.
Taetae: Also, Hoseok, I know you are with Mira right now. Show her this message because I don’t want to type it out twice.
The group chat popped off, but Taehyung was feeling too giddy from your message to care too much about what his friends were saying.
Jiminie: OHMYGOD Hi!!!!
Kookie: What embarrassing stuff did Taehyung do last night? You can tell us this is a safe space.
Hoba: Mira says you'd better fill her in on the dirt later or else
Jiminie: Taehyung better have been a gentleman to you!
Kookie: He better be if you went out of your way to bring him food and spend the night with his drunk ass
Jiminie: That’s such a girlfriend thing to do oh my god, I think it’s happening, you guys!
“Let them talk it out. Eventually, they will get bored.” He instructs as he mutes the group chat, throws his phone on his bedside table and lets out a weary sigh.
He knows that later on, he will have to sift through all the messages about his drunk dial to you, but right now, he finds he doesn’t care as he grabs a croissant from the box and bites into it.
“How long will it take for them to get bored?” You tease as you finish the last of your pastry and pull the covers up over your body, sighing happily.
“With what you told them. Hours…maybe days. Or weeks.” He confessed as you giggled, and Taehyung stared down at you with a warm feeling in his chest.
“Well, maybe I should tell you about last night, so if they do have questions, you can answer them.”
Taehyung nods
“So you stopped texting me, so I figured it was safe to go to bed. Around midnight, you called me and were giggling like a maniac. You had tripped down the stairs in the dark and thought I would find it amusing, so you called me.”
Taehyung groaned in embarrassment.
“Wait, Jungkook tucked me in. Why was I going downstairs?” He asked aloud as he noticed how you broke eye contact with him and began to become interested in his bed sheets.
“Um. Well. You admitted on the phone that you got. Uh. Horny. And you came downstairs to watch some porn. And it was dark, and you fell.” You admit, as a blush coats your cheeks, and Taehyung feels his face heat up.
“I only watch porn when I’m really down bad.” He whispers as your eyes snap to his.
“Uh, well. You told me. You got horny. Thinking about... The last thing we did. And um. Well…yeah.” You say as Taehyung stares at you.
“Wow, that’s. It's really embarrassing that I admitted that.” He says, cringing at his drunken self.
You giggle.
“I literally came to your front door in the pouring rain, asking you for sexual help. I think we are even at this point. Plus. It’s flattering. I mean… I was worried about my skills and the fact that it got you so hard that you tripped down the stairs. I’m flattered. And proud.”
Taehyung blushed and ducked his head as you continued to speak.
“Anyway, you called me to come over, and I figured it was a losing battle, so I packed a bag and headed over. You were very affectionate. Lots of cuddles and hugs. No, don’t be embarrassed, it was very sweet, and nice to see the softer, cuddlier side of you.”
Taehyung feels the pieces click into place as he remembers what Jungkook told him the night before.
“She makes you happy, Tae. She makes you real.”
“Then we went to bed, and you cuddled me the whole night. Honestly, you didn’t do or say anything too bad. You just held me all night. I slipped a pillow in your arms so I could sneak out and go to work this morning.”
Taehyung swallows hard as his night catches up to him, and suddenly he feels content and sleepy. The storm clouds roll in outside, and the rain pats softly against the window, and all he wants to do is curl up with you and fall asleep with you in his arms once again.
“Well, that’s not as bad as I thought. Thank you for taking care of me.” He says, slouching into his pillows as you grin and follow his lead, resting your head on his bare chest as his arms wind around you as if they had done that a million times.
As if you were meant to be in his arms all along.
“I don’t want to be rude, but I think I’m close to falling asleep again.” He admits as you giggle and nuzzle your head into his chest.
A stolen bottle of Dom Pérignon and your spot on the roof lead you and Taehyung to a place you've never been before. With your armor down and your deepest fears laid bare, will you hold onto each other, or will you walk away?
genre: Taehyung X Reader, art director Taehyung x software director reader, somewhat of a slow burn, high school crush to friends to lovers, workplace romance kinda, idiots in love, fluff then angst then fluff then angst then fluff, it’s complicated, eventual smut, nothing physical for many many chapters like we’re in a shojo anime they haven’t kissed yet and they get excited from regular touch like they aren’t fucking 30.
warnings: 🚨This chapter contains more sensitive content than the previous ones, so please read these warnings carefully🚨 Mentions of: drinking problems, abusive/neglectful parents, experiencing childhood boycotts/bullying, issues with self-worth, and self-blame.
I want to note that while the chapter does touch on these subjects, we don’t get into graphic or detailed descriptions of any of them. While reading can help you cope with sensitive experiences, it can also be triggering. If you choose to read, and you find these subjects troubling or hard for you, please know this is a safe space to decompress and vent your feelings after reading.
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a/n: I have had this chapter in mind for about a year and a half now. Having it finally written down and out feels bittersweet. It was very emotional to write, but it’s also a massive relief, and I’m so happy to finally share it with you. This is probably one of my favorite things I've ever written, and I’m so proud of it. I haven't felt this way about something I wrote in a long time. I hope you receive it well and find comfort in it, even within the heavy subjects it deals with ❤️
Thursday December 19th
If you could, you would never attend another office party in your life. It’s always a bit awkward. The food and drinks are always just okay, no matter how much money the company spends on them. And always, always, someone from sales will corner you to talk you to death about Q1 projections.
You nod politely as David goes on about the budget for the new e-commerce app rollout, taking a long sip of your mediocre gin martini.
It’s the third week of December already. Nearly two months since the Halloween party.
Two months since Jungkook dragged Taehyung out of the party by his wrist, looking like he was ready to commit a felony.
You haven't talked about it with him.
It turned out that being cowards was the one thing you and Taehyung were perfectly aligned on. The Monday following the party, he had shown up at your office door with an iced Americano and a joke about Jimin’s hangover. He acted like the sudden exit had never happened. And you, terrified of breaking the fragile, comfortable dynamic you’d built, made the active choice not to ask.
You wanted to. Many times. Had a ton of opportunities to ask, too. But you never did. Something about it just... Didn’t sit right with you. And anyway, the end of the year is a brutal, sleep-deprived marathon of pushing critical tech updates and finalizing the roadmap. It was easy to hide behind work and exhaustion. You kept things to brief smoke breaks, casual conversations in the hallways, and glances across the table during next year’s executive strategy meetings. You kept it safe. Like you always do.
"…and if we look at the advertising costs versus the projected conversion rates," David continues, oblivious to your zero interest on the subject.
You scan around the event space, desperately looking for an out. It comes out as an unwanted one.
Ben.
Ugh.
Exactly how many times do you have to politely reject this man before he finally takes the hint?
He whistles. “Y/n, nice dress.” Cutting David mid-sentence about lead downpour or something.
You’re going to barf. David blinks, startled by the intrusion, and he immediately scuttles off with some murmured excuse, leaving you to handle Ben alone.
Ben steps directly into your personal space with an overly confident grin plastered on his face. "You look gorgeous tonight. Too good to be talking about marketing costs, anyway."
"Ben," you say, taking a half-step back.
He laughs, entirely missing - or straight up ignoring - the frost in your tone. "Right, right. Listen, the food is terrible this year, right? They really cut the budget down. Let me take you to this spot I know downtown. It has some blini to die for–”
"She has plans." A deep voice cuts through the music.
You look over to see Taehyung stepping up beside you.
Ben’s smug smile drops instantly into a sneer. "Taehyung," he says, sounding disgusted. "Didn't see you there. Shouldn't you be off arranging centerpieces or whatever it is you guys do for the holiday campaign?"
Taehyung doesn't even blink. He looks mad. He just gives Ben a pitying smile. "Shouldn't you be figuring out how to explain the massive Q3 deficit to the board?”
Ben flushes a dark red, his jaw clenching. "Excuse me?"
"You're excused," Taehyung says flatly.
He doesn't wait for a response, he drops his hand to the small of your back, the heat of his palm seeping right through your dress to your skin. Ben’s eyes drop immediately to where Taehyung’s hand rests. He opens his mouth, clearly ready to say something nasty, but before he can, the music abruptly cuts out. A microphone whines, signaling the CEO is about to give his annual holiday speech, and a hush immediately falls over the room. Ben snaps his mouth shut, forced into polite silence.
Taehyung doesn't seem to care that the speech is starting, while the host introduces the CEO and the applause to welcome him starts, he steers you away and toward the back exit. By the time you reach the hallway, the CEO's voice fades into a muffled echo, Taehyung drops his hand from your back, and stops next to the floor's kitchen. “Wait here.” He enters and comes back a minute later, holding an unopened bottle of Dom Pérignon by the neck.
"You stole that from the CEO's stash?!" You look at him wide-eyed, crossing your arms.
"I repurposed it," he corrects smoothly, giving you a wink as he continues to walk down the hallway. He pushes the heavy stairwell door open with his shoulder, gesturing for you to go out first.
"Shit, it's cold," you shiver, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself as you walk over to the edge, taking your usual spot against the concrete railing.
Taehyung steps up next to you. Without a word, he shrugs off his suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. It’s still warm from his body, smelling faintly of his cologne.
"I’m fine, you’re going to freeze," you protest weakly, though you immediately pull the jacket closer.
"I'm wearing a sweater, you're wearing silk," he dismisses while peeling off the foil from the top of the champagne bottle. "Plus, if you get hypothermia, I’ll have to fill out an HR report, think of all the paperwork. I don't have the time for that."
The cork pops with a loud thwack and Taehyung quickly catches the bubbling foam with his mouth. Some of it still drips down his chin, but he takes a long drink before wiping his lip with the back of his hand.
He offers the bottle to you. Your fingers brush his as you take it from him. You take a big gulp, and the champagne burns good going down. You lean against the railing, your back to the city and your face to Taehyung. He’s a nicer view anyway. You pass the bottle back, and he takes it with a smile, going for another quick sip.
“So," Taehyung starts. “Where are you going for the holiday?”
“My parents' place. And then the morning after, we’re going to my aunt's. We have this tradition where we open presents in the evening, just the four of us. What about you?”
"I’m going to my mom's place this Saturday. To spend some time with her before the actual holiday," he answers. A soft, genuine smile stretches at the mention of his mother. “Our flight is right on the morning after the holiday.”
"Amsterdam?” You question, remembering him talking about it a while ago. He answers with a nod. “With Jimin and Jungkook? You’ll be lucky if you come back alive."
"I've already updated my will," he jokes. He takes a sip before he looks back at you, his eyes studying you for a moment. “Where are you and the girls going?” He hands you the bottle.
“Paris,” and you lean forward to take it.
"Paris," he echoes.
You take a drink, then put the bottle on the wall beside you. "You used to travel there a lot, right?”
“Yep. Like every other month, we had an office there. I love this city.” He smiles, but there is something sad in his eyes as he talks. He moves on quickly, “You’ve been there before?”
“Yeah,” you answer quietly. You think of the last time you were there, with who you were. The thought aches a bit in your chest. You’re ready to make new experiences of the city, to reset the memories in your mind with new, fresh ones. You look over at Taehyung, he's staring out at the city over your shoulder, the wind ruffling his dark hair. It hits you, suddenly, how strange this is. How constant he has been in your life for the past months. How you went from almost strangers to being this close, that you follow him outside in the middle of a party without questioning it. And how, despite all that, still, a lot is missing. All the conversations and definitions and questions you avoid.
You grab the bottle and take a long sip with your head tilted back as the bottle is starting to empty out. Letting the alcohol warm your blood and blur your hesitation. When you open your eyes, Taehyung is looking straight at you with an intensity you’re not expecting.
Taehyung shifts slightly, like he's getting out of whatever thought he was deep into. "You booked this Paris trip a while ago, didn't you? I remember you mentioning the flights months ago."
"Yeah," you nod, staring out at the distant city lights. "I like to have it locked down before the actual madness of December starts. Give myself a solid escape plan. Something to look forward to."
He hums. "So it's an annual thing, then? Escaping the city?"
You let out a small, humorless laugh. "Kind of."
You don’t know if it’s the reminder of the past, if it’s the alcohol starting to take effect. Or if it’s Taehyung looking at you like that. Or the combination of it all, but it makes you vulnerable, it makes you bare out a layer you’re not expecting to.
“I usually prefer to travel around the holidays,” you murmur. You extend your hand, handing Taehyung the bottle. “In recent years, at least.”
He takes it from you. “Why?’
"Because it's exhausting. The expectations, from everything, from everyone. All the events. Being present for everything and everyone. Yet you have a shit ton of work to do.” You sigh, like the exhaustion of it all is real in this moment. “Like you have to be happy and jolly and in the holiday spirit. Even if you actually feel miles away from it. It can be so draining to force yourself to fit into all of that.”
Taehyung listens, his attention fully on you, bottle hanging from his hand, like forgotten. When you stop rumbling, he nods slowly at first, then he asks tentatively, “And running away from it helps?”
“It’s not running away,” you shoot almost defensively. This might be a lie. “It’s giving myself some healthy distance from it.”
Taehyung brings the bottle to his lips, swallowing as he keeps his eyes on you, like he’s reading through your bullshit. Maybe it’s this, or the lack of verbal response, but you continue to try explaining, try to give him your reasoning.
“My ex used to love this time of year. We broke up right around Christmas. A few years ago."
Taehyung goes still, you can feel his absolute focus. Like he’s scared to make any sudden motion, to talk too loudly, to somehow have the wrong reaction. "What happened?"
"I was the problem," you say simply, the truth slipping out. "He said I was too invested in my work. That he always felt like a second priority. He got sick of this and broke things off." You let out a bitter laugh, not that anything about what you said is really funny. “I don’t blame him.” You pull the jacket tighter around your shoulders, refusing to meet Taehyung’s eyes. "Honestly, he wasn't even the first to say it. It’s like I have this fundamental defect where I don't know how to just be a normal partner in a relationship. I don't know how to turn it off when I get home."
You stare down at your pointy heels on the concrete floor, the weight of the confession settling heavy in your stomach, but it keeps just coming out. "I always manage to fuck it up. Every single time. I got so hyper-focused on proving myself, on making sure my career is bulletproof, that I ended up neglecting the people right in front of me. I make them feel like an afterthought." Your throat tightens, the freezing air suddenly biting a little harder, your hair whipping around your face dramatically with the wind bursts. "When he left, he told me that loving me was lonely. And the worst part is, I knew exactly what he meant. I'm just incapable of not ruining every good thing I have."
You blink away the moisture, taking a stabilizing breath, doing your best to hold it together. You try not ot look up at Taehyung until the wave of emotions is over. You’re afraid of what a look at him, in your vulnerable moment, will do to you. Like it’s easier to manage this crash alone. The quiet that follows, though… It’s harsh. It breaks you just a tiny bit more. And you just can’t help it, and you gaze back up at him–
Taehyung looks at you with scrunched brows, deeply disturbed.
Well, he finally gets it now, how fucked up you are. How inherently broken you truly are. Guess there’s no going back. The secret is out in the world. The cat is out of the bag. Like always, you just messed up another thing in your life.
You both remain quiet for a long time. Too long for it to be comfortable. The only noise is the distant hum of traffic below and the occasional whistle of the wind.
"You're not the problem," Taehyung says finally, his voice low and rough. He steps up closer, sets the champagne bottle down on the concrete railing, and turns his body toward you. "He was," Taehyung says, his tone sharper, laced with anger. "He wasn't man enough to handle you. That's the truth."
You look up at him. "Taehyung–"
"No, listen to me," he interrupts, stepping into your space. You feel the heat radiating off him even through the cold air between you. "Any guy who makes you feel like your ambition is a burden is just insecure. He was intimidated by you, he couldn't handle how smart, how incredibly driven, and amazing you are. So he tried to make you feel small to feed his own ego." He reaches out, hesitating for a second before his fingers gently wrap around your wrist. "Your drive isn't a flaw, y/n," he says, his eyes locked onto yours, desperately trying to convey how sincere he is. "You are brilliant. And if he couldn't see that, if he made you feel like you had to shrink yourself down to be loved by him, then he was an idiot who didn't deserve you in the first place."
His words hit you straight in the chest, unraveling a tight knot you don't even know how long you were carrying. Your throat feels tight. A single tear travels down your cheek. His fingers twitch around your wrist. You look down at his hand, the warmth of his skin calming you just a bit. You want to believe him, want to take his words and make them your truth.
But it’s hard. When the same thing happens over and over. It feels impossible to think the problem isn’t you.
"It... it goes deeper than just him, though," you whisper. If you talk louder you voice will break. You feel your eyes sting and your throat closing with all the buried emotion and fears finally surfacing. The final wall is crumbling under the weight of his presence. "I am like that because I'm terrified."
Taehyung’s thumb brushes softly against your pulse point. "Terrified of what?"
"That I'm easy to leave," you admit. "When I was in elementary school, a bunch of kids completely boycotted me. Just... shut me out, averted like I didn’t exist. It wasn’t for a long time. When I got to middle school and met Gabby and found my place, I thought it was forgotten, but I think it permanently broke my brain."
You let out a shaky breath, staring out at the dark sky instead of his eyes, blinking back tears. "I always have this underlying panic that if I'm not the one fixing everything, if I'm not working the hardest and proving my worth constantly, if I won’t be perfect all the time, everyone will see me for who I really am. People will just leave. I thought I resolved this, but when another relationship ended because of me, when my ex left me because what I was giving wasn’t enough... it just felt like confirmation. That I really am the problem, and I'll always end up pushing people away."
The thought that if Taehyung sees you for the actual loser, coward that you are, hits you like a wall of bricks. It terrifies you. Now he’ll come to his senses and will pull away.
You don’t know what got into you, made you spill it all out like that. Maybe it was burdening you all along. You thought it was easier to stay in this in-between safe place with him, not get too deep, not reveal these parts of you. Keeping it safe. Keeping him in a way.
It was easier. Until it wasn’t.
Yet for all how terrified you are, you’re equal parts relieved. It’s out now - the dark truth you’ve been holding in, the act you’ve been putting on, finally let go.
You wait for his grip to loosen. You wait for him to take that inevitable step back.
He doesn't.
Instead, Taehyung’s hand slides down from your wrist, his long, warm fingers slotting perfectly between yours. He grips your hand tight, pulling you a fraction closer until the toes of your boots almost bump against his shoes.
"I'm not leaving, Y/N," he says, his voice soft, as if he heard your exact thoughts.
He looks down at your intertwined hands, his thumb smoothing over your knuckles. His usual impassive mask is now replaced by a heavy, quiet kind of sorrow.
“I understand what you feel more than I want to.” He sighs, then looks up, but not at you, he looks out at the distance behind you. It’s like the piece of you you shared affected him. Like he’s organizing his mind, preparing a piece of his own to share in return.
You blink, your eyes move over his face, trying to read what is going on after a long minute of silence, his grip tightening between your fingers. "Taehyung?"
He finally looks at you, his dark eyes shining with a vulnerability you have never, ever seen from him. The confident, untouchable Taehyung is completely gone.
"My dad left when I was twelve," he says, his voice barely above a whisper in the wind. "He had... a problem.” His voice drops impossibly low, quiet, quivering with hurt. “With drinking. He was never good to my mom. Or to me."
You suck in a breath, your heart breaking instantly. You squeeze his hand back instinctively. You never heard about it. You had no clue. You don’t know what to say, so you say nothing.
"And one day he just packed up and left us," Taehyung continues, his jaw ticking as he stares out over the dark horizon. "In some ways, it was better than when he was around. But my mom had to pick up the pieces. She started working double shifts, sometimes three. She’d leave before I woke up and come back long after I went to sleep.”
He shakes his head let out a frustrated sigh. “I was so angry at her. Like she was abandoning me as well. But she just did her best to keep a roof over our heads and pay off the debts he left behind.”
He rubs his thumb over your knuckles, his gaze distant as if he's seeing a ghost. "I wish I had helped her more at the time. Give her some ease of mind. But I didn’t. I could barely take care of myself.”
He gulps, swallowing the emotions so he can continue. You don’t interrupt, partly because you don’t know what to say, but you also want to let him let it all out. Like he’s let you.
“I spent almost every night alone in this dead, quiet apartment. Waiting for someone who wasn't coming back. So I just went out, started hanging with the wrong people. Went to the wrong places. I’ve gotten into a lot of trouble at the time. Until I met Jungkook."
A sad, fond smile ghosts over his lips before vanishing. "We met in middle school that same year. Somehow, he just knew. He started dragging me to his house after school every day. I practically lived there. His mom cooked for me, and his parents put a mattress on his bedroom floor so I could sleep there. If it wasn't for Jungkook…” he pauses for a moment, letting this thought pass, “I don’t know where I would have been today."
The chill in the air seems to freeze this moment in time. To settle directly into your bones.
"But even with Jungkook," Taehyung’s voice drops, rough and hollow as he continues. "Even with my mom killing herself at work for me... for years... God, my whole life, really... I convinced myself it was my fault. That something was just fundamentally fucked up with me. I always thought, if I were just a better son, if I were quieter, or smarter, or less of a burden, maybe he would stop drinking. Maybe he would have stayed.”
His voice drops even lower. “Maybe he would have chosen me."
He turns his head, looking at you again, searching for something in your eyes, before diverting them away again. The raw, open pain in his expression makes the air punch out of your chest.
"I still feel like that," he admits quietly, shyly. "Like I'm not enough. Like I don't deserve the good things that happen to me, so I just... let them get ruined. I expect people to leave, so I don't even try to stop them."
You can feel his hand tremble in yours. And you realize that he’s holding you more for himself than for you.
"Taehyung, look at me, please," you say softly, but with absolute conviction.
He turns his gaze back to yours.
"You were a child," you whisper fiercely, leaning closer, so you have to tilt your head up to maintain eye contact. "His failure to be a father has absolutely nothing to do with your worth. He was broken. You did nothing wrong."
He exhales, and he sounds so tired. Probably from years of holding these feelings in. "Logically, I know that," he murmurs, his voice a low, heavy. His eyes drop briefly to the floor before flickering back up to your eyes. “But I feel so broken all. the fucking. time.”
You don’t say anything more, you feel that for now, you just need to be there. Hold on to this moment, to each other. Try to find comfort in each other's ugliest parts. Give him a space to let his darkest feelings just exist, without burning or ruining anything. To show him that even with this truth he has on himself, for you he’s still Taehyung.
You look up at him, at his unguarded eyes and the tension in his jaw, the weight of this moment settles over you. You realize exactly what this is: just two terrified people who expect everyone to leave, currently holding onto each other. It finally makes sense. The two of you played it safe so you wouldn’t be shattered when this inevitably ends, but standing here now, debating if you should ask the other– Please don’t leave me.
You can feel his palms getting clammy, mirroring your own. The space between your tightly laced fingers is burning despite the cold wind whipping across the roof. A heat that contrasts with the chill inside and out.
He looks down at your hands, and a wry, sad smile moves the corners of his mouth. "So we’re both fucked up."
You let out a breathless laugh, wiping a stray tear from your cheek with your free hand. "We're a mess."
"A disaster," he agrees.
He pulls you a tad closer, his thumb strokes over your knuckles again.
"But for what it's worth," Taehyung murmurs, his eyes rising from your hands to meet yours again. "I don't look at you and see a mess, y/n. I just see someone amazing, who cares too much.”
Your heart is beating painfully in your chest.
“I’m glad you chose to share that part with me,” his voice incredibly soft.
“Me too,” you whisper.
The mood between you slowly shifts. The conversation is over, leaving you with an aching chest and the overwhelming reality of how close he is standing.
The heat radiating off his body shields you from the cold. His free hand comes up, stopping for a second before his knuckles gently brush against your cheek. You let out a shaky breath at the contact. The smell of his cologne and the champagne in his breath gets stronger.
The quiet roof, your secret spot, the bittersweet realization that you are the same kind of broken, it all acts like gravity between you. His thumb slowly traces your cheekbone, the space between you practically non-existent now.
Taehyung’s gaze drops from your eyes to your mouth. Your heart hammers violently. You close your eyes, your lips parting slightly, waiting for the warmth of his.
But it never comes.
Taehyung suddenly goes rigid. His hand drops from your cheek like he’s been burned. His breath hitches sharply, and he pulls away.
The cold wind rushes instantly into the space he leaves behind.
He takes a full step back, running a frustrated, trembling hand through his hair. A dark, complicated shadow passes over his face. Instead of explaining, he just clears his throat. He reaches for the bottle and downs the remains of it.
"We should–" he starts, looking anywhere but at you. His voice suddenly strained, miles away, "We should probably get back inside."
Summary: After graduating university you fulfilled your dreams and became a published author. Your book did well, so well in fact, your team and fans want a sequel. The only problem is they want it to be a little more smutty and spicy and you have no idea how to accomplish that. Enter Kim Taehyung the cocky fuckboy from your past who is willing to lend a hand to a friend in need
Word Count: 7.3K
Rating: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact!
Tags: A/U, friends with benefits, porn with plot, smut, Mira and OC are so cute, movie night with the gang, Jungkook and Jimin are menaces, cuddly Taehyung, heavy petting, awkward boners, teasing, solo male masturbation, solo male orgasm, hand jobs, blow jobs, Taehyung has a big dick, timid reader who ends up being a master-bator (I'm so sorry)
Authors Note: This chapter was so much fun to write. I love me a shy timid reader who steps into her power
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“Oh, I am so excited to see my wedding dress again!” Mira chirped happily as she parked her car downtown.
The sky was clear blue, with big, wispy clouds that made it look like something out of a cartoon. The air was warm and bright, and everything was finally blooming after the long winter.
Today was Mira’s second wedding dress fitting, and as her Maid of Honour, you offered to go with her after your morning shift at the café.
You quickly went home to change in between, and just as you were tying your wet hair back, the doorbell rang. Mira showed up with a big smile and some croissants she had baked.
You ate as she drove you both to her appointment, filling you in on her morning so far as the windows were rolled down and the wind and sunshine felt nice on your skin.
You had yet to tell her about Taehyung; it wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was that things had gotten busy, and between working and wedding planning, you didn’t have a whole lot of time to talk about yourself.
You weren’t mad or annoyed; you knew when the time was right, you would tell her all about it.
Mira shot you a smile as she looped her arm through yours, and you both walked into the small boutique where she purchased her wedding dress.
Mira was one of the easiest brides you had ever seen. She seemed to be chill about almost everything about her wedding, and it only took her two hours to find her dress, and she picked your dress in under an hour.
“Ah, Mira, come here, my beautiful bride!” A voice rang out, and you both turned to see Mrs. Hana walk towards you with arms outstretched and a smile lighting up her face.
Mrs. Hana was a friend of Mira’s grandmother, and when she found out Mira was getting married, she insisted that she shop at her boutique.
Today, the store was quiet, but people were milling about as Mrs. Hana took you to the private dressing rooms, and you sat on one of the plush chairs as Mira disappeared behind a curtain to try on her dress.
As you waited, you pulled out your phone and saw a couple of texts from Taehyung, and you couldn’t help but grin.
It had been over a week since that night you showed up soaking wet on his doorstep, and things had taken quite a turn.
You went from thinking he was a stuck-up jerk to him becoming someone you may…eventually…consider a friend.
After the steamy make-out session, you ate and talked things out, coming up with more of a solid game plan as to how to go about this.
Taehyung was surprisingly thoughtful as you came up with a sort of lesson plan to follow, so you didn’t get sidetracked or accidentally jump too far ahead.
It seemed jumping too quickly could become a problem, especially after that kiss.
Especially after how hard his cock felt under you as you straddled his lap
And especially how badly you wanted to get on your knees that night and suck him off.
Though you would never admit that to him
His ego was big enough.
And so was his-
Anyway
You stuck to an easy friendship for now. Taehyung sending you occasional memes and funny videos. You're sending some back. Asking about each other’s day
You know
The things friends do
Tonight was his monthly movie night, and this time he pleaded that you show up.
It had to be moved to monthly because everyone had responsibilities now, but Taehyung told you it was still important for his friends to get together at least once a month or more.
“We can’t get lost as zombies in the workforce. We have to remember how to have fun.” He told you that night after you set ground rules for how this would work.
Tonight would be your first night going since university, and you were nervous, but you didn’t know why. It would be the regular group, though you guessed things were different now that you and Taehyung were friends-with-benefits.
The curtain slid open, and you stared in awe as Mira stepped out, looking like she belonged in a wedding magazine, as Mrs. Hana cooed and helped her to stand on the platform so she could get to work pinning her dress.
“God Mira, you look incredible.” You gushed as your best friend smiled at you, and Mrs. Hana agreed.
You quickly texted Taehyung back, telling him that yes, you are still coming tonight, and yes, you and Mira would pick up snacks.
With that, you shoved your phone into your purse so your focus would be solely on Mira.
“I think I can take in a little more on the sides, dear.” Mrs. Hana said as she expertly pinned the dress up, and Mira nodded.
“Oh, and why don’t you get in your dress too, so we can see how it fits, dearie?” She asks, looking at you with a soft smile as you nod and head to the dressing room next to Mira’s, where your dress is already hanging.
You pull the curtain closed, but something seems to stop you in your tracks.
You stare at the dress longer, trying to figure out what it is, until the light bulb goes off and you let out an audible groan.
“What’s wrong?” Mira asks. She must still be getting her dress altered, as her voice sounds far away.
“Mira. Did you pick the colour of this dress on purpose?” You ask, carefully taking off your clothes and sliding the dress off the hanger.
“Well, yeah. You know how the saying goes. Something old, something new, something borrowed, and you, my best friend, are my something blue!” She says as Mrs. Hana coos at how sweet that was.
And it was sweet.
Except the shade of blue she picked reminds you of a certain nickname a boy with fluffy hair and a mischievous smile gave you all those years ago.
How did you not notice during your first dress fitting?
You carefully step into the dress and pull the straps over your bare shoulders. You smooth everything down and stare at the shade with distaste as you pull the curtain open, and Mira gushes.
“Oh, it’s so pretty on you!” She says as she steps down from the pedestal to let you have your turn.
“What’s wrong with the colour? It looks wonderful on you.” Mrs. Hana asks innocently as she begins to bunch up the fabric and play around with the length of the dress.
“Baby blue, Mira. Really?” You deadpan as her eyes widen, and she can’t help but throw her head back and laugh.
Oh, you are never going to live this one down.
“He’s going to have a field day with this.” You hiss as Mira continues to cackle, and Mrs. Hana is still pinning your dress, oblivious to what is going on.
“It’s—I didn’t even think of… Oh my God, that’s hilarious.” She giggles, still standing in her dress, as you jut your bottom lip out in a pout and sigh.
“He’s never going to let me live this down.” You whine as Mrs. Hana stands up and stares at you in the mirror.
“Does this have something to do with a boy? I can always tell when it’s about a boy.” She says as she begins to play with the fabric of the straps, as Mira is grinning behind you.
“Yes, it’s about a very infuriating boy.” You sigh as Mrs. Hana pats your arm sympathetically, but Mira isn’t about to let it go so easily.
“You know, you never did tell me what happened that night. Imagine my surprise when he is the one to call me and tell me you showed up at his door. After this, we are sitting down, and you are telling me the full story. All I know is he was willing to help you. There’s more to it than that.” She accuses you with a playful finger wag as you stand there and feel your face heat up.
Because yeah…there was more to it.
The kiss was….electric and made something awaken inside you that seemed to be dormant for years.
And now you were…kind of…sort of…friends.
Fate was so strange sometimes.
“What happened with this boy?” Mrs. Hana asked as Mira raised an eyebrow.
“To make a very long story short, we went to University together, and he gave me the nickname Baby Blue after an unfortunate incident with a drink staining a top. Mira here decided that this dress should be almost the same shade of blue because she likes to torture me.” You respond as Mrs. Hana hums and is still working on pinning the straps.
“I didn’t even think about it. I mean, yeah, he’s invited to the wedding, but it’s not like he’s standing up there with you. It will be Jimin, and you know he won’t tease you about it.” Mira points out that you grit your teeth.
Because yeah, Jimin would never.
But he was also Taehyung’s best friend.
“Please don’t tell him about this. I don’t think I can take months of teasing. One day of teasing, sure. But three months. I’ll die.” You plead as Mira giggles at your dramatics.
“I think it’s more of a blue and grey myself, dearie.” Mrs. Hana adds helpfully as Mira snickers behind you, and you fight the urge to shoot her the finger.
Lovingly, of course.
“If he says anything, we are telling him it’s blue-grey.” You snap as Mira is still giggling behind you, and luckily for you, the pins are all in place, and you can step down and get changed.
Before you know it, you are bowing to Mrs. Hana and exiting the shop back out into the sunshine as you make your way to Mira’s car.
You still have two hours until you have to meet Taehyung and the others, and you tell Mira the boys want you to pick up snacks on the way.
“Fine, we will pick up snacks, but first, we are getting coffee, and you are telling me what the hell happened with you and Taehyung. Is he texting you now? You guys are….friends?” She asks as she puts the car in drive, and you feel yourself blush and play with your fingers.
"Uh, kind of.” You say as Mira gives you a hard stare at a red light.
“Spill.” She says
And you do.
Taehyung double-checked that his place was clean as he waited for everyone to show up.
He had plenty of movie nights with his friends, but this one was making him especially nervous because you were going to be showing up.
And well
Things were going well with the two of you.
Like, really well.
Most of Taehyung’s friends-with-benefits had just been girls on the side whom he texted when he was horny or bored, but with you, he wanted to get to know you. He wanted the friendship part, so he started to send you memes.
You both eased into a sort of friendship, and he found he was enjoying your company.
Taehyung never had a friend who was a girl before….and he kind of liked it.
Nothing else had happened since that night you showed up on his doorstep, soaking wet, and tonight would be the first night he would see you since.
So yeah.
He was nervous.
He decided to wear his comfy black pants that almost looked like dress pants and a tucked-in white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off his arms.
He wanted to look nice but not look like he was trying too hard, as he knew his friends would call him out on it right away.
Speaking of his friends, the group chat had been bombarding him with notifications ever since he told them you were his new friends-with-benefits.
Hoseok was weary and wanted to know what the hell had happened.
Jimin was overjoyed and already planning out your dates.
Jungkook was cocky and said he knew the two of you would get together all along.
Taehyung had to explain that no, you two were not dating; he was just helping you write your book, and that was it.
And after much teasing, it seemed his friends finally got it all out of their systems and told him they were happy he finally found someone good.
Taehyung gave up trying to convince them that you both were not a thing, so he muted the chat and went to the gym instead.
He also needed a distraction because that kiss was….
Electric
Hot
Sexual in a way he had never felt before.
Taehyung had never gotten so close to cuming from just a kiss, and it kind of scared him.
He didn’t want to mess this up with you. With your vulnerability around sex, with the wedding coming up, he knew there was too much at stake to overthink this, so he would treat it like every other situationship he had.
Keep it cool and chill.
The doorbell ringing made him jump, and he answered it to see Hoseok standing there holding up two giant pizza boxes.
It was always the same.
Taehyung hosted
One of the other boys brought food.
The others brought drinks.
And this time, you and Mira were bringing snacks.
“Hey! Help me with these, will you?” Hoseok asked as Taehyung helped take a box and brought it to the already cleared-off coffee table.
The door opened again, and Jungkook and Jimin entered with drinks in hand as they shucked off their shoes and helped get everything set up.
“So when is your lover arriving?” Jungkook teased Taehyung as he wiggled his eyebrows, and Jimin giggled next to him.
“She’s not my lover; it’s just a friend helping a friend.” He explained as Jungkook’s eyes grew wide and a bigger smile appeared on his face.
“I was talking to Hoseokie. No need to get defensive, Taetae.” He sang almost gleefully as Jimin giggled beside his boyfriend.
“This is her first movie night, so can you all at least try to be on your best behaviour and not scare her away?” Taehyung pleads as the doorbell rings, and he feels his heart start to race under his shirt.
“Ooo, better go answer it, lover boy.” Jimin sings this time as Taehyung shoots him the finger before answering the door.
Mira was standing there with bags of snacks in her hands, but Taehyung hardly looked her way as he was too focused on you.
The memory of your kiss plays in his mind.
Shit.
He couldn’t think of that right now, or he would get hard.
You looked nice in a short-sleeved shirt and tight leggings as you smiled softly at him.
“Ah, you did bring snacks, thank you!” He said politely as he moved out of the way to let you in and tried to shoot his friend’s warning looks without getting caught.
Mira handed you the snacks and walked over to Hoseok to wrap him in a kiss as if it had been months and months since they had last seen each other.
Taehyung averted his eyes just in time to see Jimin and Jungkook already claiming the main couch by grabbing blankets and tangling up in each other.
“Well, I guess we are the fifth wheel, huh?” He whispers to you as you crack a smile.
“Come on, lovebirds, break it up or the food will get cold,” Taehyung called out as Mira and Hoseok broke from each other, and Hoseok shot Taehyung a glare.
“You guys are going to be together forever; you can kiss whenever you want. This pizza, however, will not last forever, so let’s dig in, yeah?” He says as he watches Hoseok bring Mira to the love seat on the left, which means you and Taehyung will be cuddled up in the small recliner.
He grits his teeth.
His friends definitely did this on purpose.
“What about you two? You going to kiss or what?” Jungkook asks as Jimin covered his mouth with his hands to try to muffle his giggles.
Taehyung rounded the couch and smacked the boy on the back of the head, but you decided to take it a step further and respond with, "You wish Jungkook.” This caused everyone to burst out into joyous laughter and for Jungkook to blush.
“Kookie, be quiet and pick the movie. I think it’s your turn, which means buckle in, people; we are going to be watching a very boring action flick.” Hoseok said as Jungkook stuck his tongue out at his friend and grabbed the remote.
The recliner was too small to eat comfortably on, so you and Taehyung chose to sit on the floor until you were finished eating.
The lights were dimmed, and the action movie started as the couples all got tangled up in each other, and Taehyung tried his best not to focus on how close you would be sitting to him once the food was done.
After eating, you both made your way to the recliner. Taehyung sat down first, and you had no choice but to lie on your side with your head against his chest and your leg thrown over his. He could see Jimin giving you both heart eyes, and he shooed his friend off as Jimin giggled against Jungkook’s shoulder.
It was nice to have you in his arms.
Taehyung was so used to hard and fast fucking he forgot how nice casual intimacy could be, and this was…nice.
About an hour into the movie, Taehyung moved from the recliner to get everyone drinks, and to his surprise, Mira joined him in the kitchen.
Taehyung busied himself with grabbing water as Mira watched him with her arms crossed, not saying anything.
“Whatever you want to say, you can say it Mira. I'm pretty sure Jungkook has the volume as loud as it will go.” Taehyung says as he leans back against the counter.
“I just want to thank you. For helping her. And being nice. She was really stressed about the whole thing and even more stressed about going to you, so…thanks.” Mira said honestly as she moved towards him to grab some bottles.
“Oh uh. So she told you?” He says awkwardly as the kiss flashes again in his mind.
“Listen, she’s my best friend. I’m sure she didn’t tell me all the dirty details, but she told me enough to know that you were very kind to her.”
Taehyung blushes and nods.
“Just…keep being kind to her, you know. She’s been through a lot and doesn’t need someone else messing her up.”
Taehyung feels his stomach clench, and he nods as Mira shoots him a smile and turns on her heel, leaving the kitchen.
By the time Taehyung got back, Mira was snuggled into Hoseok’s side, acting like that strange conversation never happened, and Taehyung took his place back on the recliner, grabbing a blanket to throw over both of you as the movie dragged on.
Halfway through the movie, you began to get antsy in his arms, and Taehyung watched as you squirmed and looked bored.
“You okay?” He asked lowly as you looked up at him and jut out your bottom lip in an adorable way.
“This movie is so boring. I’m bored.” You whine as Taehyung chuckles.
“Jungkook always picks the worst movies. We all just kind of sit through it.” He assures you as you giggle and bury your face into his chest.
Can you hear how fast his heart is beating?
He hopes not because that would be embarrassing.
You grow silent and stop squirming, so he turns his attention back to the movie, but not for long when he feels the hand across his stomach start to move in slow, soothing circles.
You were massaging his lower stomach, where the top of his pants sat, and Taehyung felt oddly comforted by it.
You took your time skimming your fingers along his skin, which made the hairs on his arms stand and a shiver run down his spine.
Whatever plan you had, Taehyung sat back and let you do it as the movie seemed to finally get sort of interesting. Though he was having a hard time following the plot when your hand was running across his body like that.
Your sneaky hand slipped into the top of his pants, and Taehyung’s whole body went rigid as you played with his neatly trimmed pubic hair.
You weren’t doing much, just massaging a little lower, but it caused his cock to stir under his pants, and he gritted his teeth as he tried to stop himself from getting hard around all his friends.
“Is this okay?” You asked softly as you stared up at him with innocent eyes, and he nodded as his teeth dug into his lip because, yup, your hand in his pants was making him hard.
Embarrassingly, achingly hard
He tried to concentrate on the movie… Or that his friends were sitting mere feet away, but when your hand slipped out of his pants to cup his bulge, Taehyung found that he was laser-focused on everything you were doing.
You were innocent in your touches, just taking your time and exploring him as his cock fully hardened under your warm touch.
You looked up at him again, and Taehyung nodded as you rubbed him from root to tip softly; then, when you seemed to get the hang of that, you applied more pressure, making his eyes nearly roll in the back of his head.
You applied extra pressure to the sensitive head of his cock, which made it leak precum and twitch under your skilled fingers.
What was it about you that turned him into a horny teenage version of himself?
He had many girls put their hands on his dick, but it never felt like this.
You continued to rub him through his pants innocently as the movie ended, and when the credits rolled, you pulled your hand away and smiled up at him as if you hadn’t kept him on edge for the last ten minutes.
Taehyung quickly flipped his cock up so it was trapped in his waistband as everyone hopped up and started cleaning.
The sun had set hours ago. Taehyung watched as everyone left, and he was disappointed to see you leaving with Mira, giggling at something she said.
Once the door closed, Taehyung grabbed his phone and raced to his room to jerk off.
His cock felt too hot, too hard to go down on its own and fuck… he had to cum.
He closed the door and shoved his pants to his ankles when his phone dinged.
He stared at the message from you with a groan.
You: Made Mira drive me home so she didn’t suspect anything. Is it okay if I come back and we work on some stuff for my book? The movie was just a warm-up.
Taehyung’s heavy cock twitched as he typed out a reply and threw his phone on his bed.
Fuck, you were going to jerk him off tonight.
And if he was this hard from some light touches, he knew he would blow his load embarrassingly fast.
Taehyung placed one hand on the wall, and with the other, he fisted his cock. If he didn’t cum now, he knew he would cum the second you got your hand around him. He was too pent-up for this.
Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut and just the memory of your body on top of him, grinding into his cock as the prettiest moans left your lips, and the way you felt so fucking wet, had hot ropes of cum spurting from his cock as he worked himself through his high.
Thank fuck he jerked off ahead of time because he had not cum that fast since he was a teenager.
Taehyung quickly cleaned himself off as he saw the text, You were on your way.
He was putting away the blankets when you rang the doorbell, and he quickly straightened up his shirt as he raced to answer the door.
You smiled at him as he let you in, and you took off your shoes as Taehyung stood there awkwardly awaiting the next move.
“Long time no see.” He teased as you grinned and made your way to his couch, but his hand closed around your wrist, stopping your movements.
“The bedroom might be more comfortable.” He states, raising an eyebrow as you nod and follow him through his house, turning off lights as you go.
Taehyung turns on his bedside lamp, which casts everything in a warm glow, and he takes his time rolling down his sheets.
He feels slightly on edge as you enter the room and place your small notebook on his side table.
You asked him if he would be okay with you taking notes as you went, and Taehyung agreed at the time, but now, seeing the notebook with little yellow smiley faces on the cover was making him nervous.
“So you survived movie night.” He said softly as he sat on the bed, and you followed his lead.
The air was thick with tension, and Taehyung felt anticipation in the air.
“Yeah, it was good. The movie was awful, though.” You pointed out as Taehyung snickered, and you smiled at him.
“See, hanging out with me isn’t so bad.” He teased.
“The jury is still out on that one, you know.” You tease back, and both of you fall into a comfortable silence.
“How did it go with Mira today?” He asked after a while.
“It went well. She got her dress altered. I also got mine altered.” You explain, looking up at him with a happy smile on your face.
“I know her dress is white, but what colour is yours?” He questions as a pretty blush coats your cheeks.
“Did Mira talk to you or something?” You ask suspiciously.
“No. I mean. Yes. When she helped me grab water for everyone. She thanked me for helping you,” he explained.
“Ah. That makes sense. That's so Mira, she’s always looking out for me.”
You both fell into a silence again, and Taehyung knew he should get to the point of the night, but he didn’t want to just yet. He liked sitting here and talking to you. It was the same feeling he got when you were in his arms; it was just…nice.
“So, how did the kissing scene go? Did your editor like it? I put a lot of work into that, you know.” He says, shooting you a goofy smile.
Your eyes light up, and you begin to babble about how much your editor liked it and how she thought it would change your entire story. You told him how you felt better about writing spicier things and how you were working on some plot for the story, so you had some time before you were thrown into the fire of writing spice again.
Taehyung cocked an eyebrow.
“So why did you want to come over again tonight? Couldn’t get enough of Captain Kim Taehyung?” He puffed out his chest in pride, and you rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him down on the bed, climbing on his lap in a way that made his body light up.
“You know it.” You deadpanned as he sat up against the pillows, keeping you on his lap as he got comfortable.
“No, really, why did you come back tonight? I mean, I have a hot girl in my lap, so I’m not complaining; I’m just…curious.” He asked as his hands were drawn once again to your hips, and he held you steady against him.
“I have a little bit of time before the couple in the book starts something sexual; I just don’t want to wait till the last minute and show up at your door soaking wet and begging you to help me, you know.” You say with a grin.
“It did work out for you last time, you know. From what I remember.” He teases, eyes purposely flicking down to your lips.
“Mhmm, was it that memorable for you?” You ask, batting your eyelashes playfully at him.
“Maybe. I don’t know; you might have to remind me.” He says as you waste no time in capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
Taehyung’s lips feel heavenly against yours, and you take your time savouring the way he tastes faintly like pizza as you move your lips in time with his.
This time, you don’t hesitate to rest your core against his cock as you tangle your hands in his hair and kiss him.
Still electric
Still hot
This time, you break away first and take your time exploring his jawline and the spot under his ear that makes his breath hitch and his eyes roll back.
Your hands playfully run down his chest through his shirt, and he shivers as you touch him.
His hands help you rock against the hard ridge of his erection, and you whine when you feel its fullness against your core.
You had to admit that touching him during the movie got you a little hot and bothered, and you didn’t want to wait to see him again or to finally see his cock, which was why you offered to come back after the movie.
Taehyung moans, bringing you back to reality as you continue to swivel your hips against him, loving the friction.
“Thank fuck I jerked off before you came over. Jesus, the things you do to me.” He whispers as your lips trail down his neck to suck at his collarbones, and Taehyung softly pushes you away for a moment so he can take his shirt off.
Your eyes widen when they are met with toned and tanned skin. All those hours of playing soccer gave Taehyung a body that was lean and strong. His chest was defined, his stomach was taut, and you nearly moaned when you saw the small patch of hair that led into his pants.
“I’m magnificent. I know.” He chuckles as you run your hands down his chest and stomach, letting your blunt nails trace over his skin and leave goosebumps in their wake.
“You jerked off before this?” You asked softly as your eyes met his, and you saw the shy blush paint his cheeks and neck as he nodded.
“I, uh, I wanted to last for you. And touching me during the movie. I mean. Fuck.” He explains as you snicker.
“You were going to blow your load from some light touches? The Taehyung I know would never fall so easily.” You tease.
You are desperate to taste his skin, so you don’t wait for his reply as you dip your head down and begin to trail kisses down his chest and stomach, making him suck in a breath and grip the sheets.
“I—sh-shut up.” He stammers as you giggle against his skin.
You slowly move off of his cock to kneel beside him and really take him in. The light from the lamp casts his skin in a warm glow, and you can’t help but run your hands down his body again.
God, he is so attractive it’s insane.
And kind of annoying at the same time.
How the hell does he get to walk around looking like this?
You see his cock standing proudly under his pants, and the tent it makes is quite impressive.
You felt confident during the movie, even a little powerful, but now that the time had come to actually see his cock and make him cum, you had to admit you were a little hesitant.
“Talk to me, what’s going on?” He coaxed as your eyes snapped to his, and you ran your hands down your thighs in nervousness.
“I’m…nervous.” You whisper as Taehyung smiles softly at you and grabs your wrist, rubbing soothing circles against your heated skin.
“What changed? You were fine during the movie.” He asks as you close your eyes and let out a shaky breath.
The truth was, you weren’t sure about how good you were at giving hand jobs. Anytime you tried to initiate anything sexual with Simon, he usually shut you down. When you actually did have sex with him, he hurried through most of it, almost as if to get it done and over with.
You had made him cum through hand jobs and blow jobs, but it was so rare that you weren’t even sure if you had been doing it right.
What if you didn’t do it right?
What if you were awful at it?
What if Taehyung laughed at you?
“Want to do it together?” He asks, snapping you from your thoughts as you nod, and Taehyung calmly grabs your hand.
He brings your hand to his clothed cock and helps you stroke him through the material of his pants.
When you get in a groove, he pulls his hand away and lets you explore.
Just as he did during the movie, he feels hot and hard under your palm. When you rub the head of his cock, you feel it twitch under your fingers and knowing you affect him like that gives you a surge of confidence.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” He moans, throwing his head back against his pillows as his lips part and his tongue darts out to lick them.
You take your time exploring, and when you run a finger up and down his length, Taehyung’s hips jerk into your touch, causing you to giggle.
“I think you were playing me before. You’re a natural.” He praises you as you smile and begin to jerk him while kissing his stomach and chest.
You can feel slight wetness coating your palm, and when you look down, you see him leaking through his pants where his cockhead sits and fuck if that doesn’t send a shot of arousal through you.
You stop your movements, which makes Taehyung’s head shoot up as his eyes lock on yours.
“I think. I think we should take your pants off. Before we ruin them, you know.” You explain as Taehyung nods and sits up, looping his fingers through his pants and pulling them down.
You are staring at his cock.
His very erect, very wet cock, and you gasp.
Taehyung knew he could tease you a bit and pull his pants down slowly; girls usually loved it when he did that, but he also could feel the nervousness radiating off of you, so he decided to pull his pants down quickly.
His cock smacked against his stomach, smearing it with precum, which made him wince as you studied him.
You gasped, and Taehyung’s eyes snapped to yours to see you staring at his size with shock written all over your face.
“You—holy fuck, no way is that going to fit inside me. You’re huge!” You exclaim, staring down at his length like it was a venomous snake, and Taehyung fights the urge to laugh.
“Already thinking about me fucking you. Kinky.” He teases as you lightly nudge his arm, and Taehyung doesn’t miss the way you squeeze your legs together.
You are trying to be subtle, but he notices.
You’re turned on by the sight of his cock.
God, he can’t wait until you’re comfortable enough to let him get his hands on you.
“No, I just—I mean—I know I felt it; I just didn’t think it was that—you know what? I’m going to shut up now.” You stammer, smacking a hand over your mouth, which causes his lips to twitch.
You were so damn cute when you got all red and flustered.
Which was why he loved teasing you so much.
“You can touch it, you know. It doesn’t bite.” He reminds, as you shoot him a hard stare and uncover your mouth.
You don’t make any moves to touch him, so Taehyung takes matters into his own hands. Literally.
He grabs his shaft and begins to stroke himself slowly, letting you watch how he does it. Hoping it will make you more comfortable with getting your hands on him.
Because the only thing he wants in the world right now is to feel your hand jerking him off.
“It's easy, Baby Blue. Just up and down. Slight pressure. I personally like it when the girl plays with the head of my dick, but every guy is different.” He coaches as you seem to finally gain the courage you need to circle your fingers around the base of his cock.
Taehyung knows he is bigger than average. He also knows that some girls went after him simply because he was big. However, seeing your small hand wrapped around his base was making him harder than he had ever been.
You slowly and carefully jerked him off as Taehyung let out breathy moans and small encouragements to help you with your confidence.
Every swipe of your hand from root to tip was sending sparks of arousal down his spine, and he could feel his stomach coiling in pleasure.
Eventually, you grew bolder as you began to jerk him faster and apply more pressure. You took the precum that was leaking out of his slit and dragged it down his cock, making his back arch off the bed, and moans leave his lips.
You brought your other hand down to lightly cup his balls, and his cock twitched and throbbed in your hand as you grinned wickedly at him.
Yeah, you were getting the hang of it now.
And yeah, it was turning Taehyung on more and more.
You waste no time in jerking him and once again bringing your lips to kiss his warm skin. The combination of your hand and lips sends Taehyung arching off the bed again, and he tightens his hands into the sheets.
He needed something to anchor himself, or else he was convinced he would float away in space.
That’s how good you were making him feel.
Your hot kisses continued down his stomach, and when you kissed the root of his cock, he nearly cried out at how good it felt.
You remove your hand to kiss up his length, and when you suckle the head, he hisses, and you pull back in shock, but he grabs your arm to stop you.
“Teeth. Just be careful… don’t stop. Please.” He almost begs as you nod and bring your lips to his cockhead.
This time, you focus on light kisses and small sucks as Taehyung is losing his mind under your ministrations.
You grow bolder as you suck his cock head into your mouth, being careful of your teeth as you hollow out your cheeks and make him cry out and thrust into your mouth.
You don’t seem to mind as you bring your hand back to his shaft and jerk him off in time with your sucks.
Taehyung gets the hint as he continues to lightly fuck your mouth as you work him faster, making the coil in his stomach tighten even more.
Oh god, it feels so good.
Oh god, he’s going to cum.
He doesn’t want to. He wants it to last forever.
If somehow he ever got the death penalty, the last thing he would want before he goes is your wet mouth against his cock.
It feels like heaven.
“Gonna-fu-fuck. Close.” He warns as you gather your spit and coat his cockhead with it before pulling your mouth away and jerking him off.
The wet noises echo through his room, and Taehyung grips the sheets harder as you twist your wrist in the right way, and he loses it, back shooting off the bed as he throbs and coats your fist in warm, sticky cum.
Taehyung’s breathing is ragged.
His body is coated with a sheen of sweat, and when he finally opens his eyes, you are removing your hand and slowly licking the cum off your fist.
Oh, fuck.
His cock gives a pathetic twitch against his stomach as he swallows hard.
“Stay here; I’ll get something to clean up.” You say to him as you lightly pat his thigh and head to the bathroom.
Taehyung closes his eyes and puts a hand over his heart in an attempt to slow it down. That was incredible. And wonderful. And he wants it again.
Maybe not right away.
But in the future, for sure.
You come back into the room with a damp washcloth, and you take your time wiping at his cock and his pubes. You hum lightly under your breath, which he finds cute.
You put the washcloth back in the bathroom and make your way over to him.
Taehyung slips under the covers, and you do the same as you grab your notepad and begin to scribble everything down.
Taehyung reaches for his phone and rolls his eyes when he sees the group chat is still going on about you and him being a thing.
He doesn’t bother responding as he sees you close the notebook and place it on his bedside table.
“You okay?” He asks softly as you curl into his side and place your head on his chest. His arms encircle you and hold your body against his.
“I think I should be the one asking you that.” You giggle as your hair tickles his bare skin, and he runs his fingers up and down your arm.
“I meant what I said earlier. I think you were playing me. You’re incredible.” He compliments, as he kisses your temple, and you sigh happily in his arms.
“I don’t have a whole lot of experience, but I’m glad you liked it, and it’s really helping with my book and my confidence, so thank you.” You say as Taehyung suddenly feels crestfallen.
Right
This was for your book.
The wedding was in three months, and even though you still had more learning to do, he felt like the end was fast approaching. He didn’t want it to end yet. He liked hanging out with you.
Taehyung didn’t know what to do with these feelings because usually, he was the one who wanted situations like this to end. The girls became stale or wanted more, and he had to end it.
With you, though…
He was growing sad even thinking about it ending.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” You tease, bringing him back to reality as he shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair.
If he told you what he was thinking about, it might scare you away, so Taehyung fell back on his old tactic of deflection and teasing.
“Just thinking about how I can’t wait to get my hands on you.” He jokes, playfully twirling your hair in his fingers.
“If you think I was nervous tonight, you're in for it when it’s my turn. I’m going to be a wreck.” You warn.
He smiles and presses another kiss to your temple.
“Just like we did tonight, we will take it slow. Gotta prep you for my cock. I think I remember you saying it was huge.”
You groan against his chest as his laughter rings out through the room.
“It was a heat-of-the-moment thing!” You defend.
“Sure, Baby Blue. Whatever you say.” He teases.
“Want to watch another episode of your show? I think you got me hooked from last time.” You ask as he grins and reaches for the remote, loving the feeling of being home on a Saturday night with you curled up in his arms.
