Summary: Your bi-weekly movie nights with Taehyung had always been the safest part of your life, until the night a forgotten promise dragged you both to a housewarming party instead. What should have been just another evening between best friends slowly unravels when a single mandarin and one honest confession shift the air between you. After so many years of pretending nothing has changed, one night might be all it takes to finally peel back the layers.
Genre: Non idol au, smut with some plot, best friends to lovers.
Warnings: Taehyung has a praise kink and he’s so in love. This story came to me in a dream, so if it's a little crazy, just go with it!
WC: 13k
You were never the type of person to change plans on such short notice, especially not when it came to your hang outs with Taehyung. When both of your grown up jobs and separate social circles kept you busy and apart, your bi-weekly meet-ups were precious for the both of you.
But you just could not escape tonight.
Tae had been your best friend for longer than you could remember, starting somewhere when you were both still in high school and he made fun of your fruit-shaped erasers. Back then he hadn’t been as careful with his words and his comment about your tangerine-looking school supply had embarrassed you, and you replaced the orange thing with a regular, boring blue and red eraser that smelled of nothing but rubber.
He’d still been sensitive enough to notice the change, and the very next day you came into the classroom to find a brand new grape-scented gel pen and a notepad with strawberry prints. Not to mention the brand new deskmate in the form of a bowl-cut teenager Tae.
He’d been handsome and charming even then, but nothing compared to the thirty year old version of him which now sat next to you inside his car.
“We don't have to stay long, I swear.” you told him from the passenger’s seat, more than a little guilty for making you both miss the movie tonight. “I really forgot I promised May I'd come tonight.”
“Babe, it's fine.” Taehyung chuckled under his breath, following the GPS and taking a smooth right turn. “I didn’t complain once about this.”
“I know. You never complain.” which somehow made you feel worse.
“As long as we get to hang out, I don't care.” he shrugged, carefree and gentle as always.
“Okay.”
“Just relax.” he laughed again, placing his warm palm on your thigh, which did the opposite of relaxing you. “Is this the house?”
You pointed to the next house over through the windshield. “It's the next one, but we can park here and walk up.”
You could already see a few cars that you knew belonged to your friends and their friends, in front of May’s newly acquired home. Taehyung saw the same parking spot you had noticed and used one hand to parallel park in a way that shouldn’t be as attractive as it was.
You even had to distract yourself by checking the road, trying to keep busy and useful, with little hints of ‘a little more to the right’ and ‘now two inches ahead’, which he absolutely did not need. But you needed it, because focusing on how his biceps bulged every time he maneuvered and noticing the veins of his forearm would do very little for your mental health right now.
“Can you reach the flowers in the back?” Taehyung asked as he turned off the engine of the car.
“I think so.” you unbuckled your seatbelt.
As you reached through the space between your seat and the driver’s, carefully reaching for the pretty flowers you bought to bring tonight, Taehyung got out of the car and ran to your side to open the door for you. And you knew him long enough to know he’d planned for this.
“And they say chivalry is dead.” you mused, letting him help you hop off with a familiar hand at your waist.
“‘They’ sound dumb.” Taehyung grinned, proud of himself.
You let him take the flowers from you, just so you could fix your dress that had moved up during the ride and the hop; it was still a nice dress that didn’t uncover much of your skin if you were standing. Definitely not ‘movies appropriate’, but perfect for a housewarming party such as this one.
May had promised you that it wouldn’t be a party at all, but a get together so she could show off her new place to her closest friends. Which definitely included you, but maybe not your plus one.
Even if the man himself looked sinful in simple blue jeans, a white shirt and red jacket with fun patches you knew he’d ironed in during a moment of fashion boredom. It also didn’t help your case that he’d styled his hair tonight in messy little waves that sat away from his forehead, when you told him once this week that you liked that look on him.
The walk from the car to the right house was a short one, not enough for your feet to hurt in your heels, and much less for you to get lost, but Taehyung still stood next to you like you were about to get too far away from him.
“Do you think we need to knock?” you asked once you reached the front door, hearing laughs and music from the inside.
“It's your friend's housewarming, you tell me.” he said, handing you the flowers so you could be the one to deliver them.
“I think we're good.” you decided.
You turned the doorknob, finding it unlocked, and let yourself and Taehyung in. The small mountain of shoes at the entrance told you this was a no-shoes new house, and you were thankful for taking off your heels before your feet started to hurt too much. Taehyung was taking off his red sneakers when you heard a squeal.
“There she is!” May showed up at the entrance of the living room, looking gorgeous with a pink dress that looked like a cloud.
“Was ‘cotton candy’ the theme for tonight?” you laughed, rushing to meet her and offer her a hug.
“The theme is ‘this is my new house and I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want’.” she shrugged, taking the flowers with the biggest smile. “You brought me flowers!”
“Your real gift is being delivered later this week.” you told her, as if flowers weren’t an appropriate gift for an achievement like this.
May was about to wave you off, to tell you not to worry, but then she saw something over your shoulder, which made her jaw drop. At least she had the common sense to whisper her next question: “You brought Taehyung?”
“Is that okay?” you asked, even if you already knew the answer.
“Just don't drool on my new carpet.” she teased, pushing past you to hug your friend. “Hey, Taetae, long time, huh? Feel right at home!”
“Thanks, May-ssi.” Taehyung hugged her back, but his hands still looked for the spaces on her body that were covered by her dress. “I like what you did with the place.”
“You should see upstairs.” she winked, walking ahead and leading the two of you to where the others were hanging out.
“Seriously, the spare room is going to see me more often than my boyfriend's couch.” Jimin was sitting on the arm of a chair he was sharing with Seokjin; both men were your friends you met in college.
“If it has a bed, then it definitely should.” you snorted, wondering which ‘boyfriend’ Jimin meant this time. You hoped it was Hoseok, but the couch mentioned made you guess it was probably Jungkook. “Did we miss the tour?”
“Just the first round, I'll take you around later.” May explained, grabbing you by the wrist and waving Jimin to follow. “We're about to make margaritas in my new blender.”
“Oh, nice.”
You didn’t feel like separating from Taehyung right now, especially when you knew he’d be the odd man out; even if he’d already been introduced to everyone in the house at least once before and he was the social butterfly out of the two of you. You only let May and Jimin lead you away because Namjoon was already getting up to greet Taehyung in that little half-hug, half-pat on the back that boys do when they are pretending to be more familiar than they actually are.
The kitchen was definitely a feature area in the house, just a little ahead from the living room, but still close enough that you could see everything. It was much bigger than May’s old one, and everything looked brand new. It made you really proud of the girl, when you knew she had been saving for years after living in a shoe-box apartment so she could splurge like this.
“Wow, you even have a kitchen island!” you gushed, knowing it had been one of the deal makers for her to get this place.
“I knoooow, she’s my baby!” May caressed the island with light hands, as if a harsher touch could actually scratch the marble.
“She’s very pretty.” you entered the kitchen to help out making the drinks.
May immediately claimed the spot in front of the blender like a mother hen, peeling the plastic off one last button you hadn’t even noticed still had a corner lifting, while Jimin laughed and reached for the bag of ice on the counter.
You grabbed the limes and started cutting them in halves with the help of a cutting board, the clean citrus smell mixing with the sharp bite of tequila the second May twisted the cap open.
“So you brought Tae, huh?” Jimin didn’t take long enough to bring it up.
“He's my best friend, it's not weird.” you justified, watching Jimin steal one of the lime wedges only to wince when the juice hit his tongue straight.
“I'm your best friend.” May corrected, spreading salt on a small plate and the ice was dumped into the pitcher.
You rolled your eyes. “He's my boy best friend.”
“Press her once more and she'll use the right word.” Jimin told May with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Stop, it's not like that.” you grumbled, looking out to the living room to make sure no one outside the kitchen was listening.
“You want it to be.” May said, and you had no arguments for her when she knew too much. “I'm just saying bringing him here tonight is a couplely move.”
“There are plenty of single people here.” you wiped your fingers on a paper towel, passed May the last lime half, and stepped closer when she started adding everything in, all three of you crowding around the blender.
“Looking to hook up with other single people.” May was not only the owner of a new house, but of very good points as well, it seemed. “Just ask Alyssa.”
You wish the mention of the girl’s name didn’t hit you square in the chest like it did. It’s not like you had anything against her, not really… She had been nothing but nice to you ever since you met, the kind of girl that lights up rooms and people write songs about. But she’d also had her eyes on Taehyung every time you brought him around.
“Alyssa is here?” you asked again, because you hadn’t seen her when you first came in.
“Worried?” Jimin asked, already knowing the answer when your shoulders dropped.
You turned around before you could stop yourself, eyes crossing the open space of the living room until they found Taehyung near the wall, one shoulder tipped back against it like he had settled there for only a second and somehow gotten stuck.
Alyssa stood close enough that it made something in your stomach pull tight, her hand brushing his arm when she laughed, head tilted just a little too prettily, the whole thing carrying that soft, easy kind of flirting girls like her never had to force. Taehyung laughed too, looking down at her with that warm attention that always did dangerous things to your insides, and even from the kitchen you could see how comfortable he looked standing there with her, how natural it seemed, and the sight hit in one clean, ugly wave that sat hot and heavy under your ribs.
May slid the blender pitcher closer to the line of cups and announced that the margaritas were done, Jimin already reaching to help pass glasses around just as Seokjin and Namjoon drifted into the kitchen like they had followed the sound of people having a better time somewhere else.
There was no big call for everyone to move, no moment made out of it, just the easy shuffle of people grabbing their drinks and heading toward the patio together, talking over one another on the way out.
You turned on instinct, your own drink already in your hand, ready to ask Taehyung if he wanted to come with you, but stopped when you caught Alyssa handing Taehyung's phone back to him, as if he’d just typed something on it. The thought landed quietly, not sharp enough to make you angry, only enough to make you step back from calling to your best friend.
Because if something was happening there, if they wanted to keep talking, then you were not about to get in the middle of it.
The backyard looked just as new as the rest of the house, a clean stone patio stretched out from the back doors, stepping down into a small square of trimmed grass bordered by dark rocks and carefully placed shrubs.
Off to one side, May had already set up a couple of outdoor couches with cream cushions that still looked too untouched, like nobody had fully broken them in yet, while a few lawn chairs were scattered around in a loose circle as if people had started claiming spots before the party even properly settled. There were tall planters near the fence, soft garden lights fixed low along the edges.
You ended up dropping into the space between Jimin and Seokjin on one of the couches, tucking one leg under yourself as you brought the margarita to your mouth for another careful sip. It had way too much tequila for your taste, the kind that burned first and tasted like lime second, so you took it slow and let the cold glass rest against your thigh between sips.
“Too strong?” Jimin asked, one look at your face giving you away.
“May still makes drinks like she was trying to disinfect us from the inside out.” you swallowed and gave the drink a suspicious look.
“That means it’s a good drink.” Seokjin let out a laugh into his own cup.
“No, it meant she lost count halfway through pouring.” you corrected with a little grimace.
“Same thing.” Jin said with a shrug.
Jimin leaned forward, whispering conspiratorily: “Give it ten minutes and Namjoon is going to start talking about real estate like he personally helped build the house.”
“I heard that–” Namjoon huffed from one of the lawn chairs where he was lounging.
“I wasn’t hiding it from you.” Jimin shot back.
You smiled into your glass, shoulders loosening a little as Seokjin bumped his knee lightly against yours.
“Remember her old apartment?” Seokjin asked.
“I still have nightmares about that bathroom.” Jimin made a face immediately. “You could brush your teeth while sitting on the toilet.”
“That was an efficient design!” you said, a little defensive even despite your laughs. That bathroom had seen a lot of your hungover mornings and it never told your secrets.
“That was poverty!” May yelled from across the patio, making all three of you laugh.
“And yet,” Seokjin went on, looking around with exaggerated seriousness, “we all still came over every weekend like we were living the free life.”
“We were twenty-two and stupid.” Jimin said with a raise of his glass.
“We were twenty-two and jobless.” you raised your own glass just to feel young again.
Jimin turned to you with fake offense all over his pretty face: “I had a job.”
“You worked at your uncle’s café two afternoons a week.” Namjoon rebutted with a scoff.
“It was still employment!” Jimin whined.
Seokjin nodded. “Part-time nepo baby.”
Jimin gasped, hand to chest, and you finally laughed around the next sip, wincing right after when the tequila hit again:
“To May’s new house.”
“To May’s new house.” you echoed, touching your glass lightly to theirs as the conversation rolled on like it always had, easy and warm and worn in from years of knowing exactly how to pull laughter out of each other.
And then you noticed him almost right away, even with the patio full enough to split your attention. Through the glass doors, Taehyung paused on the other side of the porch light, eyes moving over the backyard like he was searching for someone specific, and your heart gave one small, stupid jump the second his face changed when he found you.
It was immediate, easy to read even from where you sat. Something in him lit up, softening his whole face before he even stepped outside, and you hated what that one look did to you after everything you had just told yourself in the kitchen.
Jimin noticed too, because of course he did. He cleared his throat beside you and nudged your arm with his elbow in a way that was far too knowing to be innocent, then pushed himself up with his drink and casually abandoned his spot, moving to annoy Namjoon’s personal space.
By the time you looked back up, Taehyung was already there, catching the open space like it had always been meant to be his. He sat down beside you without hesitation, pulling off his red jacket before you could ask what he was doing, and draped it over your legs in one easy movement, covering your bare thighs and the side of your dress the night air had started getting to. The gesture was so natural it almost felt practiced.
Your eyes lifted on instinct, scanning past his shoulder, almost expecting Alyssa to appear behind him or step out onto the patio a second later, but the glass doors only showed the warm blur of people still inside, moving through the kitchen and living room with drinks of their own.
“I got this for you.” Taehyung held up a small mandarin between his fingers, and it looked almost ridiculous in his hand, bright and glossy and so much smaller than his palm that it made you smile before you could keep yourself in check.
Even from that close, you could spot the tiny hot-stamped Jeju sticker pressed onto the peel, the kind that made it obvious this was not just any fruit someone grabbed from a corner store, but from somewhere expensive.
“Where did you find that?” you chuckled, already feeling the rest of the patio blur at the edges as your attention settled fully on him.
“May’s fridge.” he shrugged, like snooping through someone’s kitchen was the most normal thing in the world.
“When she said feel at home, I don’t think that’s what she meant–”
Taehyung only shrugged, like of course he had stolen fruit out of someone else’s fridge for you, like that did not need any further explanation. Then he lowered his eyes to the mandarin and started peeling it with a care that made your chest feel strangely tight. His thumb pressed into the skin just enough to break it, the peel lifting back in soft strips under his fingers, and each little squeeze released that fresh, sweet citrus scent into the cold air between you.
You watched his hands more than you meant to, the steady way he worked, unhurried and precise, and it did something unfair to your heart when it should have been the simplest thing in the world. But it was coming from him, which made it feel like more.
With was always more with Taehyung.
Once the fruit was bare in his palm, he split off one piece and started pulling away the thin white strings clinging to it, taking his time with the same quiet focus. You knew exactly why he was doing it. He had seen you pick at them before, complaining about the texture until only the clean pulp was left.
“Damn, let the girl eat some fibers.” Seokjin said from your other side, amusement easy in his voice.
Taehyung did not even look up. “I like enabling her.”
“You’re the only one.” Seokjin shot back, the kind of teasing that had always belonged to the two of you.
Taehyung’s mouth twitched, but there was something a little firmer under it when he answered:
“She only needs one, so.” he kept going, stripping the last stubborn bit of white from the piece between his fingers like Seokjin had not said a thing.
One of the girls sitting near May let out a dramatic sound.
“That’s actually sick. My boyfriend won’t even bring me water, and you’re out here peeling the strings off too?”
Another voice laughed with her, but it all blurred a little at the edges for you. You almost waited for Taehyung to correct it, to say it was not like that, that he was just being nice. He never did. He only looked at you, the peeled piece of fruit held up near your mouth, his eyes steady enough to make your pulse trip over itself.
When you leaned in and took it with your lips, his gaze stayed there the whole time, fixed on your mouth in a way that made the sweet burst of juice feel secondary to the heat climbing up your neck.
“I’m not always on board with stealing, but this is actually really good.” you said after swallowing, still tasting the burst of sweet juice on your tongue.
Taehyung smiled under his breath like that had been the point all along, already working on the next piece before the first one had barely gone down. The orange peel, the thin white strings, even two small seeds he had picked out rested carelessly on the knees of his jeans, and he did not seem bothered by any of it.
His hands kept moving with the same quiet patience, making a mess of himself so you would not have to deal with any of it.
“Alyssa brought them for May.” he said, glancing down at the fruit as he cleaned another segment for you. “As a house gift, I think. She said they came from some farmer’s market near her place that gets them from Jeju Island.”
“Oh.”
“I asked for the guy’s number. If you want more, I can get them for you.” he gave one small shrug, like this had all been obvious.
Your stomach fluttered again at the mention of Alyssa, but this time it turned on itself almost right away, the ugly little knot loosening as fast as it had formed. You looked at him for a second, then at the fruit in his hand, and the alcohol warming your chest made your mouth move before your pride could stop it: “I thought she gave you her number.”
“Why would I need her number?” Taehyung finally looked up, eyebrows pulling together like the idea had not crossed his mind once.
“Have you looked at her?” you let out a soft scoff, trying to play it off even as your face felt warmer than it should have.
He held the next piece up to your mouth before answering, waiting until you leaned in and took it from his fingers.
“She’s not my type.” he said simply.
Jimin, who had absolutely been listening from his seat this whole time, made a delighted sound like he had just been handed gossip and dessert at the same time.
“What’s your type, Taehyung-ssi?” the man wanted to know immediately.
Taehyung did not even hesitate. He kept his eyes on the mandarin in his hands as he peeled away another stubborn string, but the corner of his mouth lifted.
“Someone who still uses gel pens to write notes and refuses to eat fiber unless it comes from popcorn.”
The reactions that followed stayed soft everywhere but under your own skin. One of the girls let out an immediate, breathy ‘aw’, another groaned like she had just witnessed something unfair, and Jimin’s mouth curved into that deeply satisfied little smile of someone who had seen this coming from ten miles away.
Beside you, Seokjin lifted his hand toward Taehyung for a high five over the boldness of the words, only to be completely ignored as Taehyung kept working on the fruit like nothing had happened.
Seokjin looked at his own hand for a second, then slapped it against his other palm himself, and that was what earned the quiet burst of laughter from the group.
“Is there something you didn’t tell us?” May asked from across the patio, narrowing her eyes at the two of you with instant suspicion. “You would tell me if you’re dating, right?”
“We’re not.” Taehyung glanced up at that, then back down to the mandarin in his hands. Something in your chest dipped before he added, just as simply: “I was hoping we would be, after tonight.”
You turned to look at him so fast your shoulder brushed his. “What?”
“Our movie date got cut short.” only then did he lift his eyes to yours, and there was nothing dramatic in his face, nothing played up for the people around you. He just looked at you openly, like this was the easiest truth in the world to say. “Now all I have left is peeling mandarins and hoping you understand what I’m doing.”
For a second, you could only stare at him.
The patio did not go silent. People were still talking around you, May was still laughing somewhere to your left, a chair scraped lightly over stone, and somebody inside the house opened one of the sliding doors just enough for a swell of music to spill out before it shut again.
But all of it felt farther away now, softened at the edges, like the whole night had folded in around the small space the two of you occupied on the patio couch.
Taehyung, meanwhile, stayed exactly where he was, knee pressed lightly to yours under the weight of his jacket still draped over your legs. He picked a seed from the next segment and dropped it onto his jeans with the rest of the mess, not caring in the slightest what he looked like.
“So,” he said, quieter now, only for you. “Did it get the point across?”
You looked at the fruit in his hand, at the white strings gathered over the blue denim on his knees, at the bright peel curled near his leg, then back at his face. He was watching you with that same open steadiness, like he was not nervous at all, like saying what he meant had never once felt unnatural to him.
Your stomach fluttered so hard it almost hurt.
“Maybe a little.” you murmured.
“A little?” his eyebrows lifted.
“You might have to keep going.” your heart was fluttering like crazy in your chest.
The grin that spread over his face came slow and warm, lighting him up in a way that made your chest squeeze all over again.
“That’s fine.” he said, already lifting the next perfect piece to your mouth. “I bought myself at least another five minutes with this one.”
You were full on expecting things to become awkward between you and Taehyung, after the small and blunt, but very honest confession that passed between the two of you, in front of all of your other friends, no less. Instead, even when it was just the two of you inside his car, his fingers smelling of mandarin juice and you smelling of the perfume that clung to his jacket you were now wearing, the mood was light.
Well, as light as it could be, now that you knew tonight was supposed to be your first date with your best friend. It was all so surreal to you, that you couldn’t find the right words to say, or even any wrong ones, just to break the silence. And Taehyung clearly noticed it, too, when he started driving away from May’s new neighborhood and said:
“Was I out of line?” his tone was low and calm, so much so that you almost missed the question.
“Huh?” you looked at him, noticing how both hands on the steering wheel now. You shook your head right away. “No, you were… You. Which, for the record, is how I like you.”
“Careful with that word now, babe.” his shoulders seemed to relax, but just a smidge. “I might think you mean it.”
“You peeled me an expensive mandarin, of course I mean it.” you chuckled, taking your own leap of faith and resting your hand on his thigh, just like he had done to you so many times before.
“That’s what did it, huh?” his right hand rested on top of yours, and as much as you’d held hands before, it never felt quite like this.
“Actually, what did it was you bribing my desk-mate to exchange places with you so you could sit by my side in school.” you told him with a new laugh, feeling the small clench of his fingers around yours. “The mandarin only reminded me you’ve always been like this with me.”
Taehyung let your words sink in, the fact that you had a crush on him for decades now. You watched his small pout disappear just as fast as it appeared, like he wondered, just for a moment, how much time you lost by being young and not knowing any better. But then he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles, like he decided no time would be wasted from now on.
“So am I dropping you off?” Taehyung asked you, and there was a lot more behind those words than you might have been expecting. “Or do I get a little more time tonight?”
“Can you peel this one for breakfast tomorrow?” you pulled the second mandarin from the jacket’s pocket, making Taehyung laugh so hard it filled the car.
“I definitely can.”
The conversation kept flowing as he drove, easy and unforced, moving from one thought to the next with the kind of rhythm that only came from knowing someone for years.
It was light, familiar, full of the little things that would have sounded meaningless to anyone else, but with him it never felt like filling silence. Your hand stayed in his over the center console, his thumb brushing yours every now and then as the city passed outside in quiet stretches of yellow light.
Nothing about it felt staged or fragile, nothing about it made you nervous in the way new things usually did for you. If anything, it felt like stepping into something that had been waiting for you both for a very long time, and now that you were finally here, there was no awkwardness to it at all.
The walk from the car to the elevator of his building was quiet, your heels clicking softly beside his sneakers. His red jacket still hung over your shoulders, carrying his warmth and that faint cologne you’d known for years. Taehyung kept one hand lightly at the small of your back, guiding you without any real pressure, like he just needed the contact.
Inside the elevator, the doors slid shut and the soft hum filled the small space. You leaned against the mirrored wall, watching him press the button for his floor. When he turned back to you, the air felt thicker. He stepped closer, not quite crowding you, but close enough that you could see the tiny flecks of gold in his eyes and smell the faint citrus still clinging to his fingers.
“Hi.” he murmured, almost silly after everything tonight.
“Hi.” you whispered back, biting down on a smile.
The elevator dinged far too soon. Taehyung took your hand again as you stepped out into the quiet hallway, his thumb brushing your knuckles the whole way to his door.
He unlocked it with one hand, pushing the door open and letting you step inside first. The familiar scent of his apartment wrapped around you, clean laundry, a hint of sandalwood, and something that was just undeniably him. You kicked off your heels by the door out of habit, toes sinking into the soft rug. Taehyung followed, toeing off his red sneakers and setting them neatly beside yours like they belonged there.
The click of the door closing behind him sounded louder than it should have.
For a second you both just stood there in the entryway, the weight of the night settling around you. Then Taehyung moved.
One hand came up to rest on the door beside your head, the other gently cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone. He stepped in until his body was only a breath away from yours, caging you in without trapping you; tall, warm, and so close you could feel the heat radiating off his chest through his white shirt.
His eyes searched yours, dark and steady, a tiny furrow between his brows like he was holding his breath.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” he said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “But if it feels wrong… if it’s awkward… we stop. We go back to mandarins and movie nights and I’ll still be the happiest guy in the world just being your best friend. Okay?”
Your heart was hammering so loudly you were sure he could hear it. You nodded, swallowing past the flutter in your throat.
“Okay.”
Taehyung leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. His nose brushed yours first, soft and tentative. Then his lips touched yours, gentle and warm, testing. The first press was feather-light, almost careful, like he was afraid the years between you might shatter if he pushed too hard.
For one heartbeat it felt like the world held its breath with you.
Then something clicked.
His lips moved against yours with quiet certainty, tilting his head just enough to fit better, and the kiss deepened naturally, sweetly, like breathing. There was no awkwardness, no clash of noses or hesitation in rhythm. Just warmth, the faint taste of mandarin and the way his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers threading gently into your hair.
A soft sound escaped you, half sigh, half relief, and Taehyung answered it with a tiny, involuntary hum against your mouth, like the tension he’d been carrying for years finally unraveled.
When he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, both of you breathing a little faster, his eyes were shining.
“Fuck.” he whispered, a soft laugh coloring the word. “That didn’t feel like breaking anything.”
“No… it felt like finally starting.” you let out a shaky laugh too, your hands having found their way to his chest at some point, fingers curled into his shirt.
His thumb brushed your bottom lip, eyes following the motion with open wonder.
“Yeah,” he murmured, voice warm and a little rough. “Yeah.”
He kissed you again, slower this time, deeper, but still unhurried, like he wanted to memorize every second of it. One hand stayed at the back of your neck, the other sliding down to your waist, pulling you gently closer until your bodies pressed together. The kiss stayed sweet, but there was a quiet thrill underneath it now, a spark that made your stomach flip and your fingers tighten in his shirt.
When you finally parted, Taehyung didn’t step back. He stayed right there, caged around you against the door, smiling that small, private smile you’d only ever seen aimed at you.
You let out a soft, breathless laugh: “We just kissed.”
“We did.” he whispered back, eyes crinkling with quiet joy. His thumb brushed your cheek again, like he couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to do that now. “And it was… good. Really good.”
“Really good.” you echoed, feeling giddy and warm all over.
Taehyung pressed one last gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before finally stepping back just enough to let you breathe. He took your hand, lacing your fingers together, and tugged you gently away from the door.
“Come here.” he said, voice soft and a little shy as he led you down the short hallway into the living room.
The space was familiar just like the rest of the apartment, the big comfortable couch you’d both fallen asleep on during countless movie nights, the low lamp casting a warm glow that never seemed to be turned off, no matter how much you pointed out his energy bill.
You both dropped onto the couch, knees bumping, and suddenly the giggles hit. Soft, unstoppable little laughs that came from pure relief and disbelief.
“I can’t believe you’re finally my girl.” Taehyung laughed under his breath, and if it was anyone else saying those words, you would have cringed. But it was Tae, so the words landed so sweetly that your chest fluttered hard.
“Your girl?” you repeated, teasing but unable to hide how much you liked hearing it.
“Yeah.” he sounded almost shy now, the confident Taehyung from the patio giving way to the boy who once bought you a grape gel pen just to make up for embarrassing you. “If you want to be.”
The moment stretched tender and sweet between you until Taehyung’s expression shifted into something more careful, more concerned.
“Hey… you’re not drunk, right?” he asked, brows furrowing slightly. “May’s margaritas are no joke. You said they were strong.”
“I’m fine, Tae. I barely drank half of it.” you shook your head quickly, smiling at how thoughtful he was even now. “The tequila hit hard at first, but I’m perfectly sober, I promise.”
“Okay. But just in case… wait here.” he studied your face for a second longer, then nodded, still looking a little protective.
Before you could protest, he stood up and headed toward the kitchen, his socked feet quiet on the floor.
While he was gone, you shrugged off his red jacket, folding it neatly and laying it over the arm of the couch. The cool air of the apartment brushed against your skin now that you were no longer covered by the heavy fabric. Your dress suddenly felt a little shorter, a little more revealing than it had all night, the neckline sitting lower, the hem riding up just enough on your thighs as you sat with your legs tucked under you.
You were suddenly very aware of how much you were showing, and even more aware that Taehyung would notice the second he came back.
The thought sent another flutter through your stomach, nervous, but the good kind.
You heard the fridge door close, the soft clink of a glass bottle, and then his footsteps returning. When Taehyung stepped back into the living room with the cold bottle of water in hand, his eyes did exactly what you expected: they flicked down to your bare shoulders, the curve of your collarbones, the way the dress now clung a little differently without the jacket hiding you.
He paused for half a second, throat working as he swallowed. Then he cleared it softly and continued toward you, handing you the water with a small, warm smile that didn’t quite hide the new heat in his gaze.
“Here.” he said, voice a touch lower than before. “Drink some.”
You took the cold bottle from him, your fingers brushing his in a way that felt more intentional now. The first sip of water was refreshing against the lingering warmth of the margarita and the heat still blooming under your skin from his kisses. Taehyung watched you the whole time, eyes soft but noticeably darker as they traced the line of your throat and then dropped lower.
“You look really pretty like this.” he cleared his throat quietly, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips.
“Like what?” you asked, teasing even though your cheeks warmed.
“Without my jacket hiding you.” his gaze flicked down again, then back to your face, almost apologetic. “I don’t know where to put my hands now.”
The honest admission made you laugh softly, the sound light and affectionate. You set the water on the coffee table and shifted closer on the couch until your knees pressed together.
“You can put them on me, Tae.” you told him easily. “We’re not exactly strangers.”
He let out a breath that sounded half-relieved, half-nervous, and reached for you. One warm palm settled carefully on your bare thigh, just below the hem of your dress, while the other came up to cup the side of your neck. His thumb stroked your skin in slow, soothing circles. The touch was gentle, still testing, like he was giving you every chance to guide him or slow him down.
For a moment you just sat there like that, sitting close, breathing each other in, the quiet hum of the apartment wrapping around you. Then Taehyung’s eyes drifted to the side, landing on the second mandarin you’d pulled from his jacket pocket earlier and left on the coffee table.
A small, fond smile crossed his face.
“I know you said you wanted that for breakfast, but you can have it now, if you’re hungry. We didn’t eat much tonight.” he murmured, voice low and a little rough. “You want me to peel it?”
You nodded, biting your lip to hide how much the simple offer affected you. “Yeah, if you don’t mind.”
He picked up the fruit with the hand that had been on your neck, but his fingers were noticeably less steady than they’d been on the patio, a faint tremble as he started working the peel. The citrus scent bloomed between you again, sharp and sweet, mixing with the warm sandalwood of his apartment.
You watched his hands, the way his long fingers pressed into the skin, peeling it back in careful strips. Juice glistened on his fingertips, and every now and then his eyes would flick up to yours, checking, wanting.
When he finally split off a clean segment and began pulling away the thin white strings with the same patient focus as before, you felt the familiar flutter low in your stomach, only stronger now, heavier with everything that had already changed tonight.
Taehyung held the piece up between you, offering it like he had on the patio. But this time, instead of simply taking it with your lips, you leaned forward and closed your mouth around it… and around the tips of his fingers.
The juice burst sweet across your tongue. You let your lips linger for a second longer than necessary, tongue brushing softly against his skin to catch the sticky citrus that clung there. Your eyes stayed locked on his the whole time, wide, warm, and a little daring.
Taehyung’s breath hitched sharply. His whole body went still except for the faint tremor that ran through the hand still resting on your thigh. His pupils blew wide, dark and stunned, as he watched you slowly pull back, lips sliding off his fingers with one last gentle swipe of your tongue.
“You can’t do this to me…” he whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked in the softest way. The words came out almost like a plea, but his eyes were shining with pure want. “Not after waiting this long. Not when you look at me like that.”
The air between you felt heavier now, thicker with the citrus scent still clinging to his fingers and the quiet sound of your breathing. You smiled, a little shy, a little bold, and licked your lips once more just to watch the way his gaze followed the motion.
Before you could say anything, Taehyung’s voice dropped even lower, warm and curious.
“Let me have a taste too.” he murmured, eyes flicking from your mouth back to the half-peeled mandarin in his hand. “See what all the fuss is about.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he broke off another small segment, but this time he didn’t offer it to you. He popped it into his own mouth first, chewing slowly, juice glistening on his lower lip. Then he leaned in, one hand still resting high on your thigh.
The kiss started soft again, like you were learning he liked, just the press of his lips against yours, but the moment his tongue traced the seam of your mouth, it deepened into something far more sensual.
He tasted like sweet mandarin and warmth, and he explored you unhurriedly, like he wanted to learn every detail. Taehyung’s teeth caught your bottom lip in a gentle nibble, tugging lightly before soothing it with his tongue. You sighed into him, and he answered by sucking softly on your tongue, slow and drawing another quiet sound from your throat.
Your hands moved on instinct, sliding up into his messy waves, fingers threading through the soft strands and tugging just enough to make him hum against your mouth. The vibration sent a shiver down your spine. Taehyung’s free hand didn’t stay still either, it slipped beneath the hem of your dress, palm gliding slowly up the bare skin of your thigh, stopping just short of where the fabric ended higher up. His thumb stroked lazy circles there, teasing the edge of your underwear without pushing further, like he was still giving you every chance to set the pace.
Tae pulled back just enough to breathe, lips brushing yours with every word:
“God, you taste even better like this.” he whispered, voice rough and shaky with want. His fingers flexed gently on your thigh, the other hand still tangled in your hair. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, okay? I just… I’ve thought about kissing you for so long. Touching you.”
You answered by pulling him back in, your own hands tightening in his hair as the kiss picked up again, deeper, slower, more exploratory. His palm slid a little higher under your dress, the heat of his touch making your stomach tighten with anticipation, while your fingers scratched lightly at his scalp, earning you another low, pleased sound from deep in his chest.
Everything stayed tender, but the spark from the mandarin moment had ignited into a slow-burning flame that was quickly becoming impossible to ignore.
You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, chest rising and falling quickly. Taehyung’s eyes were dark, lips slightly swollen, hair deliciously messed up from your fingers. His hand was still warm under the hem of your dress, resting high on your thigh, but you wanted it closer.
“Stand up for me?” he asked softly, voice husky but gentle, like he was still checking if this was okay.
You nodded, heart hammering. He helped you to your feet, both of you rising from the couch in one fluid motion. Once you were standing, Taehyung stayed seated for a second longer, looking up at you with open wonder. Then he rose too, tall frame unfolding until he towered over you, broad shoulders and warm presence making the space between you feel smaller in the best way.
His hands found your waist first, steady and warm.
“Can I…?” he murmured, fingers brushing the zipper at the side of your dress.
“Yes.” you whispered.
He pulled the zipper down slowly, the soft sound loud in the quiet room. The fabric loosened, and with careful hands he eased the dress off your shoulders. It slid down your body and pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your panties. No bra, the cool air kissing your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze.
Taehyung’s breath caught audibly. His eyes dropped to your bare breasts, dark and appreciative, lingering.
“Fuck… you’re beautiful.” he said, almost under his breath, like the words slipped out before he could stop them. One large hand came up, hesitating just a moment before his palm gently cupped the underside of one breast, thumb brushing over the soft curve. “I didn’t know… God, I didn’t know you were this perfect.”
The size difference hit you then, him standing so close, so much taller, his broad frame making you feel small and cherished all at once. You swallowed, warmth flooding your cheeks and lower belly.
Taehyung seemed to notice the effect too. A small, almost shy smile touched his lips as he looked down at you, one hand still on your breast, the other resting at your waist. “Look at you.” he murmured, voice low, like he knew exactly what to say to undo you. “So small next to me… and still driving me crazy.”
“You’re not exactly small yourself, Tae.” you couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped, even as your pulse raced.
His grin widened for a second, warm and affectionate, before he stepped back just enough to reach behind his neck and tug his white shirt off in one smooth motion. The fabric hit the floor beside your dress. Your eyes drank him in; the smooth, tanned planes of his chest, the subtle definition of his stomach, the way his shoulders looked even broader without anything covering them. You had seen him shirtless before, but never like this. Never with permission to stare. Never with the knowledge that you could touch.
For a long moment you simply stood there, staring at each other in the soft lamplight. The tension was thick, palpable, crackling in the silence. His eyes traced every inch of your bare skin; yours did the same to him, the faint trail of hair disappearing into his jeans, the way his chest rose and fell a little faster now, the obvious bulge pressing against the front of his pants.
Taehyung was the first to move. He took your hand and guided you back toward the couch, his touch gentle despite the heat in his gaze. “Come here, my girl.”
He eased you down onto your back, following you so he settled between your parted legs. The couch was wide enough that he could brace himself on one forearm without crushing you, his body covering yours in warm, delicious weight. The moment he lowered himself, you felt the hard line of his cock press against your core through the thin layers of fabric still separating you, denim against lace, hot and insistent.
A soft gasp left your lips at the contact.
Taehyung groaned quietly, forehead dropping to your collarbones.
“Sorry… you just feel so good already.” he rolled his hips once, slow and lazy, letting you feel him fully. Then he captured your mouth again in a heated, unhurried kiss.
This kiss was lazier than the ones before, deeper and more indulgent. His tongue slid against yours in slow strokes, occasionally pulling back to nibble at your bottom lip or suck gently on your tongue the way you were quickly learning he loved. Your hands roamed freely now, one threading back into his messy waves, the other sliding down the warm, bare skin of his back, feeling the muscles shift under your palms as he moved.
Tae’s own hands weren’t idle. One stayed at your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it tightened under his touch. The other slipped between your bodies, palm gliding up your inner thigh until his fingers brushed the edge of your panties, teasing without rushing. All the while he kept that slow, grinding rhythm against you, his cock pressing and rubbing right where you needed him most through the fabric.
Every roll of his hips sent sparks through you. Every sigh and quiet moan he drew from your mouth seemed to make him hungrier, yet he never hurried, like he wanted to savor every second of finally having you like this.
“Been dreaming about this… having you under me. Feeling you like this.” his voice was low and rough against your lips, every word punctuated by another slow roll of his hips that pressed his cock harder against your clothed pussy.
You whimpered softly, fingers tightening in his hair, and that seemed to be all the encouragement he needed.
Taehyung kissed you once more, deep and lingering, before he began to trail his mouth downward. He took his time, lips brushing along your jaw, then the sensitive spot just below your ear. When he reached your neck he sucked lightly, then harder, leaving a faint mark that made your breath hitch. Lower still, his mouth found your collarbone, then the swell of your breast.
He groaned the moment his lips closed around your nipple, warm and wet. He sucked gently at first, tongue swirling around the peaked bud, then with more intention in slow, rhythmic pulls that had your back arching off the couch.
A soft cry escaped you when he grazed his teeth over the sensitive flesh, followed immediately by soothing licks. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention, sucking and biting until the skin flushed and bore faint red marks that would bloom later. His free hand kneaded the breast he wasn’t attending to, thumb flicking over the wet nipple he’d just released.
Every pull of his mouth sent sparks straight between your legs. You writhed beneath him, one hand still tangled in his messy waves, the other gripping his shoulder as your hips rolled up instinctively, seeking more friction.
Taehyung hummed in satisfaction against your skin, the vibration traveling through you. He kissed a slow, wet path down the center of your stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into your navel, making you giggle breathlessly before the sound melted into another moan. When he reached the waistband of your panties, he looked up at you through dark lashes, eyes gleaming with heat and quiet awe.
His hand slipped beneath the lace without warning, two long fingers gliding through your folds. The moment he felt how slick you were, a low, pleased sound rumbled in his chest.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” he murmured, voice thick with wonder. His fingers teased your entrance, circling slowly, spreading the wetness up to your clit without quite giving you the pressure you craved. “All this for me? Been thinking about me like this too?”
You nodded frantically, hips twitching under his touch. The ache between your legs was almost unbearable now.
He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss just above the waistband of your panties, then looked up again, lips curved in a small, teasing smile: “I wonder if you taste even better than those Jeju mandarins.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through you.
“Tae… please. Find out.” you whined, high and needy, fingers tightening in his hair.
That was all he needed.
You lifted your hips eagerly, helping him as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and slid them down your legs. He tossed the lace aside, leaving you completely bare beneath him. For a moment he just looked, eyes dark, chest rising faster, taking in every inch of you spread out on his couch.
Then he settled lower between your thighs, broad shoulders pushing your legs wider apart. He pressed a trail of wet kisses along your inner thigh, alternating sides, getting closer and closer until you felt his warm breath against your pussy.
The first touch of his tongue was gentle, a slow, flat lick from your entrance up to your clit that had your back arching sharply off the cushions. Taehyung moaned loudly against you, the sound raw and unrestrained, like the taste of you was better than anything he’d ever had.
“God… you taste so fucking good.” he groaned, voice muffled against your folds. He dove back in with the same patient, exploratory focus he’d shown with every kiss and every peeled mandarin. His tongue circled your clit in slow, deliberate strokes, then flattened again to lap at you broadly, savoring every drop. He alternated between long, luxurious licks and gentle suction, humming and moaning like he couldn’t get enough.
When two of his long fingers slipped inside you, curling slowly to find that perfect spot, your moan broke into a shaky cry. He pumped them lazily at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, then faster as your hips started to rock against his face. His free hand stayed on your stomach, holding you gently in place while he devoured you, wet, obscene sounds filling the living room along with your gasps and whimpers.
Taehyung was lost in it. Every time you clenched around his fingers or tugged harder at his hair, he groaned louder, hips subtly grinding against the couch for his own relief. He sucked your clit between his lips, tongue flicking rapidly, then soothed with broad licks again, completely focused on pulling more of those sounds from you.
You were trembling, thighs tightening around his head, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter with every stroke of his tongue and curl of his fingers.
He pulled back just enough to murmur against your slick skin, voice hoarse and dripping with need.
“That’s it, my girl… let me hear you.” he teased, and then the next words almost did you right then and there: “Want to feel you cum on my tongue.”
Taehyung’s voice was barely more than a growl against your soaked pussy before he dove back in with renewed hunger. His mouth turned starved, tongue flicking rapidly over your swollen clit, then sucking it between his lips with firm, insistent pulls that made your thighs shake.
He groaned loudly into you, the vibrations shooting straight through your cunt as two long fingers pumped deeper inside you, stretching you open with every thrust.
He was relentless now, lost in the taste of you. His tongue worked faster, alternating between quick, desperate licks and hard suction, while his fingers curled and scissored, always aiming for that spot that made your back bow off the couch. Wet, filthy sounds filled the living room, the slick slide of his fingers, the obscene noises of his mouth devouring your pussy, your own broken moans growing louder and more desperate.
Your hips rocked frantically against his face, chasing the pleasure as it built unbearably fast. One hand fisted tight in his messy waves, the other gripping the couch cushion like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.
“Tae– oh god, Tae–” you gasped, voice cracking.
He moaned in response, the sound vibrating against your clit as he sucked harder, fingers thrusting faster, stretching your tight cunt around them. The coil in your belly snapped without warning.
Your orgasm crashed over you hard, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as your pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers. Taehyung didn’t slow down, he kept licking and sucking through every wave, groaning like he was the one coming undone, milking every last tremor from your body until you were trembling and gasping beneath him.
Only when your hips started twitching from oversensitivity did he finally ease up. He gentled his tongue into slow, soothing licks, then carefully withdrew his fingers, replacing them with one last soft kiss to your pulsing clit.
Taehyung climbed up your body slowly, kissing a wet trail up your stomach and between your breasts before burying his face into the crook of your neck. His fingers slid back between your legs, gently pumping into your soaked cunt again, slow, lazy strokes to ease you through the aftershocks. Like now that he had a feel of you, his fingers couldn’t stay away.
And despite the oversensitivity, you couldn’t get enough of it either.
You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him closer to your chest, one hand stroking through his hair while the other rubbed soothing circles over his bare back. Both of you were breathing hard, skin warm and slightly damp with sweat.
“Fuck, Tae…” you whispered, voice still shaky with pleasure. “Your tongue felt so good. I didn’t know you were that good at it. I’m… honestly surprised.”
He let out a soft, muffled laugh against your neck, but you felt the way his body tensed at the praise, his hips twitching hard against your thigh through his jeans. The reaction was immediate and unmistakable; your words seemed to make him even hornier.
You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head: “I’ve been dying to see you. I know you’re big.”
Taehyung lifted his head just enough to look at you, cheeks flushed, eyes dark but sparkling with shy amusement.
“Can you tell?” he chuckled, the sound abashed and boyish.
“I’ve seen your morning woods before.” You giggled with the admittance, the sound light despite how wrecked you still felt. His eyes widened in genuine surprise, a dramatic gasp escaping him. “Come on, how many sleepovers did we have?!”
“I still didn’t know you noticed it!” he laughed, that sweet laugh you’d loved for years in silence, the one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners even now. “At least I guess you know what to expect.”
“Am I going to be able to walk tomorrow?” you teased, sliding one hand between your bodies until your palm cupped the hard, heavy outline of his cock through his jeans.
Taehyung groaned deeply, hips rolling forward to press his bulge firmer into your hand.
“Why?” he rasped, voice thick with need. “Are you going anywhere?”
You laughed breathlessly, still cupping his hard length through the denim, giving him one slow squeeze that made his hips jerk forward again.
Taehyung groaned low in his throat, then suddenly pulled back just enough to look down at you with dark, hooded eyes.
“I need you on my bed now.” he rasped, voice rough with want.
He pushed himself up from the couch in one smooth motion, towering over you again. Strong hands slid under your arms and helped you stand on slightly shaky legs. The second you were upright, he turned you gently so your back pressed flush against his front. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight as he started walking you both toward his bedroom.
The familiar short hallway felt longer than usual when Taehyung couldn’t keep his hands or mouth off you. One palm stayed splayed possessively over your stomach while the other roamed higher, cupping and kneading your breast. His cock, still trapped in his jeans, pressed hot and insistent against the curve of your ass with every step. He leaned down repeatedly to mouth at your neck, open, wet kisses mixed with gentle sucks and the occasional scrape of teeth that made your knees weak.
“Tae… we’re never going to make it if you keep doing that.” you stumbled a little, giggling softly when his arm tightened to steady you.
“Don’t care.” he murmured against your skin, hips rolling once so you could feel exactly how hard he was. “Been waiting too long to rush now.”
By the time you reached his bedroom doorway, your skin was flushed and tingling everywhere he’d touched. The warm glow of the bedside lamp was already on, casting soft golden light over the big bed and the familiar scattered details of his room.
“Do you always keep that light on, or were you planning on seducing me like this tonight?” you glanced at the lamp, then back at him with a teasing smile as he finally loosened his hold so you could step forward.
“It’s not the first time I left that on.” he admitted quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can you blame me for hoping?”
The honest confession made something warm bloom in your chest, like it had been happening all night. You laughed softly, the sound light and affectionate, and walked the few steps to his bed. You sat on the edge of the mattress, completely bare, and let your eyes roam over him, eating him up with your gaze.
“Let’s see it, then.” you said, voice sweet but dripping with teasing challenge. You tilted your head, smiling up at him. “Show me what I’ve been missing.”
Taehyung’s expression shifted. The shy, second-guessing boy from earlier melted away, replaced by quiet cockiness and pure confidence. He stepped closer until he stood right in front of you, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to keep looking at his face.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and popped the button of his jeans. The zipper came down slowly. He shoved the denim down his long legs and kicked it aside, leaving him in just the black boxers that did very little to hide how hard he was.
Then those came off too.
Your mouth went dry.
He was big alright, longer and thicker than the morning woods or the grinding against you on the couch had ever prepared you for. His cock stood flushed and heavy against his stomach, the head a deep, angry red and already leaking steadily, a glossy bead of precum sliding down the shaft. The sheer size of him made your thighs press together instinctively, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your belly.
Taehyung watched your reaction with dark, satisfied eyes, one hand casually wrapping around the base of his cock and giving himself one slow stroke.
“Still think you’ll be able to walk tomorrow?” he asked, voice low and teasing, but the way his cock twitched in his grip told you he was just as affected.
You licked your lips, unable to look away. “I… might need to call in sick.”
He let out a soft, husky laugh and stepped even closer, his free hand coming down to gently cup your chin, tilting your face up toward him.
Taehyung’s thumb brushed gently over your bottom lip, his voice dropping into something raw and needy.
“Touch me.” he murmured, almost begging. “Please, baby…”
The plea hit you straight in the chest; and lower. Your heart fluttered hard at how desperate he sounded, and a fresh pulse of heat throbbed between your legs, your cunt clenching around nothing at the sound of his voice like that.
You felt a little shy suddenly, despite everything you’d already done tonight. You looked up at him through your lashes, biting your lip as you reached for him. Your fingers wrapped around the thick base of his cock, and the moment you felt the scorching heat and velvet-soft skin, both of you let out a quiet sound.
Your hand looked so small and delicate against him, pretty fingers barely able to close fully around his impressive girth. Taehyung’s cock twitched visibly in your grip, another bead of precum welling at the flushed tip and sliding down slowly.
“Fuck…” he breathed, eyes fixed on the sight. “Look at that. Your pretty little hand looks so tiny on me.”
The awe in his voice made you bolder. You used it against him, voice soft and sweet as you started stroking him slowly from base to tip: “You like that? Like seeing how small I am compared to you?”
“Yes– shit, yes. Love it.” Taehyung groaned, hips jerking forward into your fist.
You spread the leaking precum down his shaft with your thumb, making the slide smoother as you learned every inch of him, the thick vein running along the underside, the way he pulsed hot and heavy in your palm, how he seemed to grow even harder under your touch. Your strokes stayed slow and exploratory at first, twisting gently at the head on every upstroke.
His moans became constant now, low and broken, like he could barely hold himself together. Every sound went straight to your core, making you wetter as you watched his abs tense and his chest rise faster with each pump of your hand.
You kept your eyes locked on his the whole time, refusing to look away even when you leaned forward. Your tongue darted out first, giving the leaking tip a slow lick that tasted salty-sweet. Taehyung’s breath hitched sharply, one hand coming down to gently thread through your hair without pushing.
Then you opened your mouth wider, stretching your jaw to take him in. Your lips wrapped around the flushed head, the sheer size of him forcing your mouth open as you sank down slowly, tongue swirling around the sensitive underside.
Taehyung let out a deep, guttural moan, fingers tightening just slightly in your hair. “That’s it… fuck, your mouth feels so good already. My pretty girl…”
You sank down further, taking more of his thick cock into your mouth until the head nudged the back of your throat. Your lips stretched wide around him, saliva already beginning to coat his shaft as you bobbed your head slowly at first, then with more confidence. The sounds were messy, wet, obscene slurps mixed with your soft hums and his constant, broken moans. Drool slipped from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto his balls as you worked him deeper, tongue pressing firmly along the thick vein underneath.
“Fuck… your mouth is so warm, so wet, shit, baby…” Taehyung’s hand stayed gentle in your hair, not forcing, just holding as his hips twitched forward involuntarily.
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, taking him as deep as you could until your nose nearly brushed his pelvis. Your free hand stroked what you couldn’t fit, twisting slickly with all the spit. Then your other hand slipped between his legs to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently in your palm.
Taehyung’s entire body jerked. A deep, guttural groan tore from his chest and his cock throbbed hard against your tongue. For a second he looked like he was about to lose it right there, hips stuttering as he fought for control.
You pulled off just enough to giggle around the head of his cock, eyes sparkling up at him with pure mischief.
“Little brat.” he cursed breathlessly, voice strained and fond at the same time. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”
Still smiling, you gave his balls one last gentle squeeze before releasing them. Taehyung let out a shaky exhale, then gently tugged you off his cock with a wet pop. His chest was heaving, eyes dark with lust as he looked down at your swollen, shiny lips and the mess of spit on your chin.
“On the bed.” he instructed, voice rough but gentle. “Hands and knees. I need to see that pretty ass.”
You obeyed instantly, heat flooding your body at the command. Turning around, you crawled up the mattress toward the headboard, swaying your hips with every movement. You lowered your shoulders to the sheets, arching your back deeply so your ass was high in the air, knees spread wide, presenting yourself perfectly for him.
Behind you, Taehyung let out a low, strained hum that sounded more like a growl: “You shouldn’t be so good at that.”
“Neither of us are virgins, Tae.” you pointed out softly, cheek pressed to the cool sheet as you glanced back at him. “You met all of my boyfriends–”
The sharp smack of his palm against your ass cut you off, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to sting deliciously and make you gasp. The possessive edge in the gesture sent a fresh rush of arousal straight to your cunt.
“I’m the only boyfriend you’ll have from now on.” he said, voice low and serious, one big hand rubbing soothingly over the spot he’d just smacked. “The only one who gets to see you like this. Got it?”
“Yes… I only ever wanted you, Tae. Only you.” you moaned at the words, your pussy clenching visibly with how much his possessiveness turned you on.
“Good girl,” he praised, the words warm and rough at the same time.
He climbed onto the bed behind you, the mattress dipping under his weight. You heard the slick sound of him pumping his cock a few times, then felt the blunt, leaking head press against your dripping entrance. He nudged it up and down your folds, coating himself in your wetness, but he didn’t push inside. Just rested there, hot and heavy, teasing.
You whined impatiently, pushing back against him, but he stayed perfectly still. When you looked over your shoulder, you found him already staring at you, eyes dark, jaw tight, drinking in the sight of you presented so openly for him.
“Show me what you can do, then.” he murmured, voice thick with challenge and barely contained need.
It was your turn not to hesitate.
With a slow, deliberate roll of your hips, you pushed back onto him. The thick head of his cock parted your slick folds and began to sink inside your tight cunt, stretching you open inch by inch. You clenched around him on purpose, sucking him deeper with every backward movement, your walls fluttering and gripping as you took more of his impressive length.
“Fuck… that’s it. Taking me so well already.” Taehyung groaned low and long behind you, hands flexing on your hips.
You kept going, slow and confident, until your ass finally met his pelvis and he was buried to the hilt inside you. The stretch was intense, he felt impossibly big, filling and stuffing your pussy completely. You stayed perfectly still once he was fully seated, cockwarming him while your walls fluttered and adjusted around his throbbing girth. Both of you breathed heavily in the quiet room, savoring the moment.
Taehyung’s hands roamed patiently over your body even as his cock twitched deep inside you. He spread your cheeks wider with both palms, groaning softly at the sight of where you were connected, your pussy stretched tight around his thick shaft. His hands then slid up your sides, tracing every curve, before gliding down the length of your spine in long, soothing strokes.
“So pretty like this.” he whispered, voice rough with restraint. “So fucking tight and warm around me… Take your time, baby. I’ve got you.”
You stayed like that for a long moment, letting your body get used to the deep, full feeling of him. When your breathing finally evened out and the initial burn melted into pure pleasure, Taehyung’s hand slid up your back and gathered your hair into a loose fist. He gave it a firm, gentle pull, arching your back deeper and making you moan loudly as the new angle pushed him even further inside you.
“Gonna show me what this perfect ass can do or nah?” he teased, voice low and husky, the words laced with that cocky confidence he wore so well now.
You answered by starting to move.
You rocked your hips slowly at first, then began to really fuck him, swaying and swiveling in smooth, deliberate circles, rolling your ass back onto his cock with practiced rhythm. You cocked your hips on every downward stroke, taking him deep and grinding so your pussy clenched and fluttered around every inch of him.
Taehyung’s curses and moans spilled out under his breath, growing louder and more broken the faster you moved. “Shit– fuck, baby…”
His free hand stayed on your hip, gripping tight, while the other kept that gentle pull on your hair, guiding you as you rode him in deep, filthy strokes. He touched you everywhere he could reach, palm sliding up your spine, squeezing your ass, reaching underneath to cup and knead your breast.
“You’re so deep, Tae… God, you’re stuffing my pussy so full. I can feel every inch of you.” you moaned loudly with every thrust, voice breathy and wrecked.
The praise hit him hard. You felt his cock twitch violently inside you, his hips jerking up to meet your movements as another low groan tore from his throat.
“Yeah?” he rasped, voice strained with pleasure. “You like how I fill you up? Like being stretched around my cock?”
“Love it… You’re so big, and you feel so perfect.” you nodded frantically, pushing back harder onto him, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room. “Been waiting so long for this– for you to fuck me like this.”
Taehyung’s grip on your hair tightened just enough to make you gasp, his other hand sliding down to rub firm circles over your clit as you continued to ride him with steady, sinful rolls of your hips. His moans were constant now, raw and needy, every praise you gave him making him lose himself a little more.
Suddenly he pulled out with a wet sound, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. Before you could whine at the loss, his strong hands grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion.
You squealed in surprise, the sound turning into a breathless laugh as you bounced lightly on the mattress. Taehyung was already moving, towering over you as he pushed your thighs wide apart. His eyes were dark and hungry, chest heaving.
He didn’t give you time to catch your breath.
With one powerful thrust he shoved his thick cock back into your soaked pussy, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke. The stretch was sudden and overwhelming, punching a loud moan out of you as your back arched off the bed.
Taehyung caged you in immediately, forearms braced on either side of your head, his broad body covering yours completely. He started fucking you harder, faster, deeper strokes that made the bed creak beneath you. Skin slapped loudly against skin with every thrust, wet and filthy.
“Fuck– yes.” he groaned, voice rough and low. “This is what I needed. Want to see your face while I fuck you.”
He leaned down and latched onto your chest, sucking and biting at the soft skin of your breasts, leaving little marks that made you cry out. Your nails raked down his back, leaving long scratches that only seemed to spur him on. He hissed in pleasure, hips snapping harder into you.
Every thrust was deep and good, the head of his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside your cunt over and over. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as you pulled him even deeper.
“Tae– oh my god, you’re so deep.” you moaned, voice breaking. “Feels so good… don’t stop.”
“Not stopping.” he growled against your skin, biting down on the side of your breast before soothing it with his tongue. “Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you can’t walk tomorrow. You’re mine now, baby. Only mine.”
Dirty, open-mouthed kisses followed, messy and desperate, tongues sliding together as he kept pounding into you. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with your shared moans and gasps, filling the warm bedroom. His hips rolled with every thrust, grinding against your clit on the downstroke and making sparks explode behind your eyes.
You were both getting lost in each other, years of quiet longing finally pouring out in every desperate movement. Your hands roamed his back, nails digging in harder whenever he hit that perfect angle. His mouth moved from your breasts to your neck, sucking marks into your skin, then back to your lips for another sloppy, heated kiss.
“Feel how deep I am?” he panted against your mouth, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh and push it higher, opening you up even more for him. “This cunt was made for me. So tight, so wet– fuck, you’re squeezing me so good.”
You whimpered, clenching around his thick cock as another wave of pleasure built fast and hot in your belly. “Tae… I’m close–”
He groaned loudly, pace turning punishing as he fucked you harder, deeper, chasing both your pleasure and his own.
“That’s it, my girl. Come on my cock. Want to feel you fall apart around me.”
The coil in your stomach tightened unbearably, every brutal thrust pushing you closer to the edge. Taehyung’s forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked as you both spiraled together, moans and gasps mingling in the small space between you.
Taehyung’s thrusts stayed deep and punishing, hips snapping against yours with every stroke. His hand slid between your bodies, two fingers finding your swollen clit and rolling it fast, tight circles in perfect sync with the rhythm of his cock driving into your cunt.
The added stimulation was too much. Pleasure coiled unbearably tight in your belly, then snapped.
You came hard with a broken cry, back arching sharply off the bed as your pussy clenched violently around him. Your orgasm hit in messy, gushing waves, warm slick flooding around his thick cock, soaking his shaft, his balls, and the sheets beneath you. Your walls fluttered and pulsed, milking him relentlessly as you trembled and gasped beneath him.
“Fuck– fuck, baby–” Taehyung cursed loudly, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of you gushing around him. The wet, obscene sounds grew louder as he kept thrusting through your climax, chasing his own release.
He only lasted a few more strokes.
With a deep, guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your pulsing cunt. He filled you up completely, hot and heavy, his cock twitching with every pulse as he emptied himself. His hips jerked erratically, grinding against you as he rode out the intense waves.
Both of you were left twitching and trembling in the aftermath. Taehyung’s arms gave out and he toppled forward, collapsing on top of you with his full weight, face buried in the crook of your neck. His chest heaved against yours, both of you slick with sweat and breathing hard.
After a long moment of heavy, shared breathing, he mumbled against your skin, voice hoarse and a little sheepish:
“I meant to pull out.”
You let out a soft, breathless laugh, arms wrapping tighter around his back.
“I’m safe.” you assured him gently, one hand stroking through his damp hair. “And I trust you.”
The tension melted from his shoulders instantly. He exhaled shakily, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck. “God, I love you.”
The words landed warm and certain against your skin. If this had been anyone else, you might have brushed it off as post-sex haze. But this was Taehyung, your Tae, and you knew he meant every syllable.
“I kinda knew that when you peeled that first mandarin.” you smiled, hugging him harder to your chest. He let out a tired, rumbling laugh, the sound vibrating through both of you. You continued softly: “I’ll say it back when you do it again.”
Taehyung pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes sparkling with affection and amusement even through the exhaustion. His messy hair fell over his forehead as he grinned down at you.
“No need for words or mandarins.” he murmured, voice still rough from moaning. “You don’t fuck someone like that when you don’t love them back.”
You laughed softly, reaching up to cup his face. He leaned into your palm, eyes fluttering closed for a second before he dipped down to kiss you, slow, lazy, and full of everything you’d both waited years to say out loud.
The two of you stayed tangled together like that, his softening cock still buried inside you, hearts slowing down in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. For the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly right.
Summary: For your entire lives, you and Jungkook have been best friends who told each other everything, promising no secrets between you two. But when you announce your engagement to a Kim Taehyung, he curses himself for never telling you that he's been in love with you for years. Now he's got one week to break up a wedding and make you choose him instead of your fiancé.
Pairing: bestfriend!Jungkook x reader, fiance!Taehyung x reader
Genre: yearning, love triangle, jealousy, fluff, angst, light smut, unrequited love
Word count: tba
Warnings: swearing, angst, light smut
a/n: Jungkook as Julia Roberts
"Let me get this straight, Y/n's chasing Taehyung, and you're chasing Y/n?"
"Yes! God, do I need to spell it out for you!?" He was yelling now, the intensity of the high-speed chase finally hitting him.
There was an annoyed sigh over the phone before Jimin matched his friend's tone, not caring who would hear. "Jungkook, wake up! The answer to everything is right in front of you."
"What!?"
"Look around!" There was a beat before he stated what Jungkook hoped he wouldn't, "Don't you realise that no one's chasing you?"
He shook his head, left and right, with his hand still on the wheel, swerving out of the way to not lose sight of you.
"No, no, you don't understand the situation--"
"Jungkook, for fucks sake, she doesn't love you!"
a/n: lol i post teasers like this bc i feel god will send my ideas to others. Exams are over so i can hop back on my grind
CHERRY TREES ── the year is 1922, late may, when the days stretch long and golden and cherry blossoms drift through the air like scattered silk. you are the preacher’s daughter, meant for a quiet, respectable life you never asked for. but none of it matters when it comes to kim taehyung. with him, beneath the cherry trees, the world grows softer. time slows. every stolen kiss tastes like summer and ruin. you know it cannot last. you know the town’s eyes are sharp and its judgment unforgiving. still, you choose him— desperately, recklessly— because some loves are worth breaking your entire world for. @seokbite
FUN AND GAMES ── taehyung isn’t all that surprised to discover how much he likes this. he’s always been obsessed with giving. gifts, love, attention, orgasms. It’s only one step further to realize he wants you to take. @gukslut
BESOS NAVIDEÑOS ── a christmas wedding, a house full of childhood friends, and an ex-boyfriend. what could possibly go wrong? dread fills you the moment you're back in town for alea's wedding, and not even your best friend, hoseok, can cheer you up with his rendition of christmas carols on the ride home. after a messy breakup, seeing your ex, taehyung, flares up your fight-or-flight response. will you two be able to keep it cordial, or will this wedding turn into an absolute disaster? @jjungkookislife
WHAT MATTERS MOST ── running on little sleep and a lot of tension, channi, taehyung, and their two year old daughter bella set off on a five hour drive for a family wedding. between missed alarms, quiet resentment, small arguments, and shared exhaustion, the road tests taehyung’s patience and his priorities. but when channi finds herself in danger, taehyung is reminded that no matter how tired or irritable he is, his family comes first, always. @sntjk
ALL I AM IS A MAN ── just a man loving his woman very much. @sturnaisa
FRAGMENTS OF YOU ── y/n finds solace in a quiet seaside town, where fleeting moments with kim taehyung teach her the quiet power of love, presence, and letting go. @inkedwithcharm
THEY WERE RIGHT ── this is basically the first time doing anal with your boyfriend taehyung. @bunnybubae
STRESS RELIEF ── while sergeant kim taehyung is deployed for the holidays, you’re hired to ease the stress sergeants such as him may face. @trivia-yandere
EAT MY LOVE ── “fill me, fill you, I got some love, feel me, feel you, I got some love.” @joonberriess
FIREFLIES ── “there’s no hope for people like us, sweetheart. We’re destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.” @sugaxjpg
OUR LOVE IN TWO LINES ── taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. you get pregnant unexpectedly, why don't his emotions come rushing through as usual? @youmistme
HEAT AFTER DARK ── he’s been around forever—your brother’s best friend, charming, off-limits, and slowly getting under your skin. when a group camping trip forces you too close for comfort, the tension finally snaps. @divinelyparkjimin
COME BACK TO ME ── to see you cry hurt the deepest part of his being, he wanted to kiss away the tears and take you somewhere you would never be upset. where you would only smile and laugh. but he couldn’t, he told himself. because here you were, still crying, and his hands were void of the worlds he wanted to give to you. @bebetae
DAMN CHOCOLATES ── taehyung and channi show up to their friends christmas party in matching pajamas, expecting a cozy night of holiday chaos, however white elephant games, and laughter later- everything goes off the rails when gifts get stolen, & spicy adult chocolates missing… with taehyung eating them by accident. now he’s stuck in a hilariously awkward situation inside his pants that he definitely did not plan for, and channi is trying not to laugh at his very obvious predicament. @sntjk
HALFWAY BETWEEN THE GOLDEN HOUR AND YOUR LIPS ── nothing kim taehyung does should surprise you. he's been your best friend for the last two years and so you know his ways of passing time, including the entertainment of a large audience. so when he asks you if you just want to make out to pass the time, you shouldn't be taken so aback, but there's absolutely nothing that could’ve prepared you for what the question unfolds. @jensthwa
LET ME FOLLOW ── you disappear just before your anniversary, leaving behind a man who has survived everything except your absence. each step draws him closer to a truth he isn’t ready to face. @mrsvante
GIRL CODE ── y/n is falling for her best friends crush, but she won’t make a move because she doesn’t want to break girl code. that doesn’t stop taehyung from falling for her and trying to make a move. @allysonhope
NEXT YEAR ALL OUR TROUBLES WILL BE MILES AWAY ── determined to break down his walls as a new year’s resolution, (y/n) impulsively signs up for taehyung's art class. what follows is a series of lingering looks, whispered names, and enough "friendship energy" to make the rest of the group (specifically Jimin lmao) suspicious. from an almost kiss at a new year’s countdown to a cozy, candlelit moment during a winter storm, (y/n) and tae slowly realize that they aren't just student and teacher, but they are two people finally learning to see each other clearly. @hazytaezy
VANILLA ── taehyung is usually a very conservative person. he’s also the type of person who is not fond of PDA at all. channi however is the total opposite. she thrives for new things & experiences. she’s wild & spontaneous in every way. what happens when channi calls taehyung a “vanilla” person in bed? how would he react & would he give Into her little reckless request of doing something naughty in public sight…? @sntjk
THE THINGS WE DONT SAY UNTIL WE DO ── a quiet morning, a shift neither of them names, and a night where unspoken things finally find their shape. a slow, gentle unraveling of two people who learn each other in the small moments—soft looks, shared spaces, and the kind of closeness that sneaks up on you long before you realize it’s there. @mytaegiheart
STROKE GAME ── teasing taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences. @jungkussyficrecs
ONE OF THE BOYS ── all your life you wanted only one thing- for kim taehyung to like you. you did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. but who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him? @littlemisskookie
WHILE YOU SLEEP ── you and your husband haven't had sex in days. both sexually frustrated, taehyung had enough of this stress pent up in him and decides to take it out on you while you sleep. @younithv
BAD DECISIONS ── drug dealer taehyung x fem reader. @n9mgi
NOBODY ELSE ── runaway lovers. @btsvt-bar
SHOW YOU I LOVE YOU ── your husband proves he is perfectly fine. @milk-moonbunnies
AFTER MIDNIGHT ── @watashijeon
CLAIR DE LUNE ── the softest taehyung smut. @gukslut
YOU CALL, I RUN ── @layover-mp7
PEELING MANDARINS ── your bi-weekly movie nights with taehyung had always been the safest part of your life, until the night a forgotten promise dragged you both to a housewarming party instead. what should have been just another evening between best friends slowly unravels when a single mandarin and one honest confession shift the air between you. after so many years of pretending nothing has changed, one night might be all it takes to finally peel back the layers. @yoongiofmine
THE ONE ── after accepting the lead role in a romance series, taehyung finds himself in a quiet rural town where, for the first time in over a decade, he’s free to exist without being recognized. It’s just his luck that the one person who finds him is the one who once knew him best. and the one he never truly had. @taevescence
FANCY DINNERS, EMOTIONAL PROPOSALS ── you and taehyung go out to dinner for your 5th anniversary of being together, but on this particular night, your boyfriend has an emotional trick up his sleeve. @kooslovv
DIAMONDS DANCING ── @layover-mp7 (we all love grills taehyung)
TOWERING HEIGHTS ── he was a sweet neighbour, a friendly face that made you feel like you weren't alone in this new city. Until one day, you accidentally uncovered what he did for work, and now he's trying his best to keep you out of his tangled mess. @layover-mp7
TOO LONG; DIDNT READ ── this is the story of how you trolled your way into taehyung’s heart. @fortunexkookie
FARM BOY ── farmertaehyung! @dreamescapeswriting
SWEET NOTHINGS ── @dreamescapeswriting
KING OF THE CLOUDS ── you were in an arranged marriage with a man you’re convinced isn’t fit to be your husband. he’s got his head too high in the clouds. @httpjeon
DRUNK LOVE ── “Jerk off for me.” @edytae
OWNER OF A LONELY HEART ── you’re still single nearly two years after breaking up with your ex, and the lack of intimacy in your life is finally starting to get to you. If only there was someone out there, someone willing to help you feel a little less... lonely. @jinfizz
RIDE WITH ME ── while on location for taehyung’s driving vlog, he shuts the camera off to make a confession. @theharrowing
MARIPOSA ── @cupoftaae
SWEETBITTER ── you always hated him, his cockiness and his teasing. but after five years when circumstances lead you to spend more time with him, you start to question your true feelings. you still can’t stand him but this time, you don’t know if it’s because of your hate or your knees. @rosedtae
DAISY ── sleeping with your infuriating, unfairly attractive rival in art school? stupid. sleeping with him without protection? even more stupid. when you became pregnant with kim taehyung’s child at 21, your young lives suddenly derailed for the worst. fulfilling your parental roles early on proved difficult, but five years later, perhaps it was time to give your complicated relationship a second chance; not only for yourselves, but for your baby daughter—daisy. @chateautae
(mini & long) SERIES
THE BRIDE ── "a former assassin awakens from a four-year coma after her ex-lover taehyung tries to kill her on her wedding day. driven by revenge for the loss of her unborn child and stolen life, she creates a hit list and embarks on a ruthless mission to take down everyone responsible." @chimcess
OUT OF LINE ── "you don't flirt back. you don't fold. and taehyung is running out of rules left to break." @jungkoode
THE HAND WHICH STILLS THE WILDEST SOUL ── “For if she doesn’t, he will never find calm. the healer and the knight, connected by fate, find peace in each other and comfort at night.” @borathae
WHITE DRESS ── being a waitress in a small town was a comfortable and familiar routine. however, when police officer kim taehyung, AKA the most annoying man in town asks you for help with a murder case, you realize your life is about to become much less mundane. @strawbarryjiminie
THINGS WE DONT SAY ── three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. but when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems. @wintaerbaer
FOREVER AND A DAY ── your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. he knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision. @cupoftaae
this is just another set of pure classics along with recent stories that are just pure art, I have SO many stories that I’ve liked to recommend in the future, these are some of the best that I’ve read so far. they’re all so entertaining and I truly admire all of these writers and their ideas and ways they put these stories together, because now that I’m starting my writing journey, it’s not easy to come up with ideas and FINISH them, especially series’s. to those authors that I’ve mentioned or that see this post, keep going because you’re AMAZING!
synopsis: Kim Taehyung was forbidden the moment your older brother, Namjoon, became friends with him. Falling for Taehyung was something you couldn’t control. He was everything you wanted in a man and more. He met every standard of yours and exceeded them, but you could never bring yourself to confess to him, so you wrote your feelings down in nine letters and kept them in a shoebox. Though, Taehyung always went back to his first love, making you believe that there was no chance for you. You decided it was time to let him go. He could never be yours. That day, you wrote one last letter. Your goodbye letter.
pairing: brother’s best friend!taehyung x fem!reader
genre / warnings: unrequited love, heavy angst, some fluff, slice of life, strong language, usage of alcohol, reader is a hopeless romantic and an art major!!, taehyung is oblivious as hell, jimin is your biggest supporter, jungkook and reader are so cute (they are bffs fr </3), jimin’s relationship with reader also makes me cry, flashbacks are in italics!
nini’s notes: my first one shot!! this may have a part two depending on how i feel and how well it does!! the letters aspect of this is somewhat inspired by tatbilb!! i really love this, i cried like six times writing this no joke, so i hope you enjoy it :’)!!
word count: 7.7K
main masterlist part two
You met Taehyung when you were fifteen. You remembered it as clear as day. You were in a bad mood having received a low score on your math exam. You could never understand the subject, it never made sense to you. You just wanted to go home and lock yourself in your room while you drown in your own self-pity. The big tub of vanilla ice cream that stood in your freezer had your name all over it.
“Namjoon! My ice cream better still be in the freezer! I swear I am not in the mood to deal with you right now, my day is going badly as is!” you shouted as you walked inside your house, shoving off your shoes clumsily. Your cheeks were tinted pink from the frosty weather. The cold weather made your bad mood worse.
Despite winter being your favorite season, today was way too cold and your mood wasn't the brightest. Your fingers reached up to grasp the fabric of your scarf, and you started pulling at it aggressively. An annoyed huff left your lips as you tried to untangle the mess.
“Namjoon!” you shouted again, eyes focused only on removing your scarf, and you didn't notice that there were other people beside your brother in the house. “Did you hear me? I—”
Oh.
Six unfamiliar pairs of eyes stared at you in surprise.
“Uh, Joon?” you squeaked out. Your fingers froze, still tangled with your scarf.
Your brother pinched his nose in exasperation before he flashed his friends an awkward grin, “Sorry, guys. This is my little sister, Y/N. Don't mind her, she's a little crazy in the head sometimes.”
“Yah!” you snapped. A deep chuckle broke through the chaos and your eyes were quick to glance over at the source.
You swore you had never seen such a beautiful man in your life before. He was the embodiment of your type. His beauty made you completely forget about the ridiculous math formulas and the low exam score you received.
You watched as he confidently stood up from the couch and extended his hand, “Hi, I'm Taehyung.”
Hi, I think you're the love of my life. You thought to yourself as you gawked at him.
Your eyes trailed to his outstretched hand, as if it were a foreign thing to you. Namjoon could see Taehyung’s face slowly falling as he realized you weren't reaching out to return his gesture.
Namjoon coughed loudly, breaking you out of your trance. You hurriedly grasped Taehyung’s hand and your knees almost buckled. You've never thought a human hand could fit so perfectly with yours. Your heart thumped faster as a boxy smile appeared on Taehyung’s face.
“Hi.” you breathed out. Taehyung’s smile grew wider and he squeezed your hand before letting it go.
Namjoon raised an eyebrow at your interaction but shrugged it off, “This is Jin and Yoongi hyung, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook too.” As he listed their names, your eyes trailed over to each boy who gave you a small bow of their head or a smile.
“Hi. Nice to meet you guys.” you awkwardly stated. You nervously shifted in place before sticking your thumb toward the direction of your room. “I'm gonna go—I, yeah.”
You were quick to spin around and scamper away. Your ears picked up the familiar deep chuckle which caused your heart to skip a beat.
That night, you wrote a letter for the first time.
Dear Taehyung,
I think you're an angel who fell from heaven to thaw my frozen heart.
A few years passed, and your crush on Taehyung grew stronger. Out of the boys that Namjoon befriended, you were closest with the youngest three; Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung. That doesn't mean you weren't close with the others. You were just closer in age to the three.
No one knew of your crush except for Jimin. He immediately figured it out when he noticed your eyes seemed to always shine around Taehyung’s presence.
“You like him.” Jimin muttered with wide eyes, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and Taehyung.
You tensed up and choked out a nervous laugh, “What nonsense are you going on about now?”
“Oh, please.” Jimin rolled his eyes. “You can’t put up an act around me. I see right through you.”
“Jimin.” you sighed.
Jimin softened, “Y/N.”
“He can’t know.” Was all you said.
Jimin was quiet for a moment before he spoke, “Can you handle it? Bottling your feelings inside?”
You didn’t answer. Jimin sighed and leaned down to place his head on your shoulder.
Jungkook, on the other hand, was dense and never picked up the small signs. He couldn't even tell if someone liked him or not. Taehyung was similar in that way but he knew enough to pick up the signs when a girl was crushing on him. Yet, when it came to you, he was completely oblivious.
“Hey, are you going to the grad party tonight?” You glanced up from your laptop at the sound of a soft knock on your door. Your roommate, Sunni, had a hopeful look on her face. You weren't exactly a party person and preferred to stay in rather than go out. Sunni could see the distaste on your face already and was quick to blurt out, “Taehyung will be there.”
You gave her a wary stare, but Sunni didn't budge. She raised an eyebrow, “And so will Jimin and Jungkook, y'know our friends, your best friends? Look, it's Jimin and Taehyung’s senior year before they go out in the real world. Are you really going to skip out on their last hurrah?”
Your face fell at that. It was their last year. You and Jungkook were only in your second year so you still had some time before you would graduate.
“Fine, but only because it’s for Jimin and Tae,” you grumbled, which caused Sunni to squeal.
“Come on! We need to find you an outfit!” Sunni was quick to walk to your closet and rummage through your rack of clothes.
“Seriously?” You whined. “I just organized my closet.”
“Relax.” Sunni scoffed, “You’re acting as if I will make a complete mess. I’m a clean freak, you know that, but that’s beside the point. We need to find something sexy but cute.”
“I’m not trying to impress anyone, Sunni.” you snickered as you continued to type out your assignment for your English class.
“You should! You're beautiful, sexy, and smart!” Sunni exclaimed with wide eyes. “Anyone would be lucky to date you!”
You laughed at her statement, “Thanks, Sunni.”
“Now, put your assignment aside for the night.” Sunni grabbed a white lace halter top and a light blue jean skirt. A huge grin appeared on her face, “Because tonight, we're gonna party.”
You sighed fondly, a grin plastered on your face as well.
You needed to let loose tonight.
By the time you and Sunni finished getting ready, the time for the party to start was approaching. The two of you took Sunni’s car and drove to the location of the party. From what Sunni told you on the way there, it was a senior’s house that they recently bought with a couple of other people.
Sunni squealed as the two of you walked toward the entrance, “I'm so excited! You'll have a lot of fun, I promise!”
You merely laughed. You could only hope. Parties and you never mesh well together.
You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and reached back to grab it. A smile appeared on your face seeing that it was a text from Jimin. You didn't tell anyone that you were going as you wanted it to be a surprise.
Jimin: you're here???
You: surprise!! where are you??
Jimin: fuck
You: ???
Jimin: stay by the front door, ill come get you
You: jimin you're scaring me
Jimin left you on read and didn't answer which caused you to furrow your eyebrows anxiously. Your heart was beating rapidly and you glanced up to try to find Jimin. You felt a little calmer when you saw a familiar blonde coming your way.
“Jimin!” you shouted over the loud music, your eyes flickering around his face. “What’s wrong?”
Jimin gave you a pitying look, “If I had known you were coming, I would've warned you.”
“What?” you muttered with knitted brows.
“Lina is here. With Taehyung.”
Oh.
Lina was Taehyung’s first girlfriend. The two had an on-and-off relationship since their freshman year. They would get into arguments, break up, and then get back together in a couple of weeks. Jimin didn't like her nor did the rest of the guys. They all believed Taehyung deserved better and Lina knew the hold she had on him so she would always come back to him because he would too.
“They're back together?” Was all you could bring yourself to say.
Jimin rolled his eyes and took a big sip of alcohol from his cup, “Don't get me started. It's complicated, according to Taehyung. He and I got into a small argument about it and he's ignoring me right now.”
“Tae? Ignoring you?” You gaped at him. Jimin gave you a sad smile and shrugged.
“Maybe you can smack some sense into him, Y/N.” Jimin sighed and his eyes softened, “He just, I don't know, he seems to only listen to you somehow.”
“Don't say that.” you mumbled as you rubbed your forehead.
Jimin shrugged, “It’s true, but anyways, no more of this nonsense. Let's go drink and celebrate me finally graduating.” he grabbed your hand and paused, “And find Jungkook. God knows where that kid is.”
You snorted.
As Jimin guided you through the huge crowd, you subconsciously searched for Taehyung. You believed what Jimin told you but you just wanted to see it for yourself.
Maybe this is your sign to finally move on from him.
You loved him since you were fifteen.
You couldn't do this to yourself anymore.
Just as you were about to step into the kitchen, your eyes met a familiar pair of warm brown eyes. Your breath hitched. Taehyung’s eyes slightly widened upon registering that you were actually there. You noticed he slightly tensed up which caused Lina, who was sitting on his lap, to lean toward him and whisper something.
You gave him a small smile and looked away before he could return it.
“Find me a strong drink, Jimin.”
Jimin glanced back and smirked, “You don't have to tell me twice.”
You and Jimin ventured further into the kitchen and the two of you finally made it to the nearby table where all the drinks were. Coincidentally, you found Jungkook there.
“Y/N!” Jungkook gasped. His eyes lit up in complete joy and he rushed to embrace you, “I thought you said you weren't coming?”
“Yeah, but Sunni managed to convince me.” You smiled and paused, taking a glance around the area, “Who—I don't know where she went.”
“I saw her with her little boyfriend, Jaemin.” Jimin took a sip from his cup. “I think she'll be fine.”
You sighed in relief. You knew she was in good hands at least.
“I could treat her better but whatever.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. He had a slight crush on Sunni but you knew Sunni wasn't really that interested and Jungkook knew that but he liked to joke around about it.
You snorted, “Sure, pal.”
“Thanks, best friend.” Jungkook sarcastically muttered. He turned around and grabbed an unopened can of beer. “Oh! Here. I know you don't like super-strong alcohol.”
“Thanks, Kook.” You gave him a genuine smile, “But, uh, I think I'd be down to drink some of that strong alcohol today.”
Jungkook’s jaw lightly dropped, “Who are you and what have you done to my Y/N?” he paused and frowned, “Wait, who's dying tonight? Who are we killing?” Jimin snorted and you snickered.
Your heart warmed. Jungkook was truly your best friend. “No one, doofus. I just want to let loose tonight.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Jimin, who gave him a nod, “Hmmm. . . If you say so.” he passed you his cup, “Take mine. I'll grab a new one.”
“No—it's okay.” You shook your head but Jungkook didn't budge.
“Take the cup. I don't trust anyone here.”
“I agree.” Jimin clicked his tongue and pointed to the cup.
“You guys are too much.” You chuckled but they knew you didn't mean it.
“Yeah, love you too.” Jungkook grinned, “Okay, I'll be right back and we’ll party.”
“Are we going to get Tae?” you asked and Jungkook immediately rolled his eyes.
“Not if he's with her. I'm passing on that.”
Jimin slapped a hand on Jungkook’s shoulders, “It's nice having someone who understands.”
You sighed, “If she makes him happy, we should be happy for him.”
“Dude.” Jungkook deadpanned, “She’s literally the devil reincarnated. Taehyung experiences more sorrow than joy.”
Jimin cackled loudly at that. You opened your mouth to say something but found no words.
“Okay, be right back!” Jungkook turned and went to get a new drink.
“He needs to learn the hard way, Y/N.” Jimin told you once Jungkook was out of earshot.
You didn't answer, merely drowning some alcohol down.
You had a few drinks in you now and you knew you were most definitely buzzed. Your head pounded as you continued to dance with Jimin and Jungkook.
“Wait, guys.” You huffed and stopped in your tracks to hold your head. “I think I'm going to get some water. My head’s killing me.”
The two stopped and gave you a concerned look.
“I'll go with you.” Jimin didn't hesitate to offer but you shook your head and smiled.
“No, no. It's okay. I'll be back quickly.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “You sure?”
“Yeah.” you nodded with a laugh. Jimin reluctantly let you go and you started to make your way through the crowd, muttering apologies as you passed by.
You finally reached the kitchen and grabbed a cold unopened water bottle from the cooler.
“Hey, you're Y/N, right?” You looked up to see a somewhat familiar guy. He looked decently handsome and you recognized him as one of your classmates.
“Oh, hey! Luke, right?”
Luke smiled, “Yeah! I didn't know you were a party type of person. You don't seem like one.”
“Ah.” you chuckled, “I know some of the seniors that this party is for and they're my best friends so I came out to celebrate with them.”
“That’s nice.” Luke grinned before his posture shifted into a more nervous stance, “Uh, this is really random and super out of the blue, but I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? I think you're really cool.”
Oh wow. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Luke was handsome but he wasn't really your type. He was quite far from it.
“Oh, I'm sorry.” You gave him a sympathetic smile, “I'm not really interested but you seem like a great guy.”
Almost immediately, Luke’s entire energy changed. His eyes grew dark and a snarky look appeared on his face.
“Whatever. You're not all that anyway.”
“What did you just say?” The two of you turned your heads to see Taehyung glaring harshly at Luke.
“Tae.” you were quick to say, standing up taller to hold him back from potentially throwing a punch.
“No.” Taehyung shook his head and stepped closer to you, his hand reached out to place his palm on your lower back. You tensed up at the touch and glanced up at him with wide eyes.
Taehyung’s eyes darkened as his glare remained on Luke, “I suggest you walk away before I do something I’ll regret.”
Luke scoffed. “What? Is she your girl or something?”
“Yeah.” Taehyung raised a stern brow, “So listen to what I said and walk the fuck away.” You froze.
What?
Luke rolled his eyes and scoffed again, mumbling incoherent phrases under his breath as he walked away.
You continued to stare at Taehyung in shock.
Taehyung quickly glanced down at you and his eyes softened. His brows furrowed in concern, “You okay? He didn't try anything right?”
“No,” you reassured him. “You—You didn't have to do that y'know.”
“I'll always protect you,” Taehyung stated with knitted eyebrows, confused as to why you would say such a thing. “You know that.”
“I know.” You closed your eyes for a brief moment, “I'm talking about me being your girl.”
Taehyung paused. His mouth opened and closed before a sigh left his lips, “It worked, didn't it?”
You pursed your lips, “Yeah, I guess.”
He noticed the water bottle in your hand and glanced back at your face, his eyes flickered around, “You drank a lot tonight, didn't you?” It wasn't really a question, but rather a statement because he knew the answer.
He knew you.
He always did.
“Want me to take you home?” Taehyung asked softly.
“What?” you muttered in disbelief.
“I'm kinda sick of the party already and you look tired. I can take you back to your apartment.” Taehyung shrugged.
You glanced over to the crowd of moving bodies and spotted Jimin and Jungkook who were a part of some dance train. Taehyung followed your stare and exhaled sharply.
“Go.” he nodded his head toward their direction, “Let them know. I can go start the car.” You gave him a hesitant look and he gave you a small smile, “I didn't drink tonight if that's what you're worried about. I wasn't in the mood.”
“Okay.” you sighed and Taehyung grinned. He tapped the tip of your nose before he left. Your heart raced. This was not good for you. So much for trying to move on.
You started to make your way back to Jimin and Jungkook. The two noticed you immediately and cheered.
“Hey!” Jungkook shouted, “What took so long?”
“Some guy hit on me.” you answered before trailing off, “And Taehyung rescued me.” Jimin and Jungkook shared a look.
“He's taking you home now, isn't he?” Jimin questioned and you only gave him a timid smile in response. Jimin sighed and pulled you into his arms, “Let me know when you're home then okay?”
Jungkook pouted and pulled you into a hug after Jimin released you, “Me too. If Taehyung does something, I don't care how long I've known him, I will fight him if something happens to you.”
You laughed. You did not doubt that Jungkook would actually do it.
“I will.” you smiled, “Bye.” The two shared their goodbyes, and you went to find Sunni to let her know you would be leaving too. You spotted her in one of the corners chatting with some people.
“Y/N!” Sunni squealed. She turned to her group, “Guys this is my cutie roommate, Y/N.” You gave her friends a small wave and smiled.
“I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving now,” you informed her, and she gave you a concerned look.
“You're taking an Uber?” Sunni asked.
“No, Tae’s taking me home.”
Sunni raised an eyebrow at that, “Hm. Okay, stay safe, I'll be home soon too.” You nodded and gave her a quick hug before leaving to find Taehyung.
You reached the entrance and grabbed your shoes, putting them on and exiting the party. You were quick to spot Taehyung who was leaning against his car and scrolling through his phone.
At the sound of your footsteps, he glanced up and gave you a grin, “Took you long enough. Did you say bye to everyone in that house? I didn't know you were so popular.”
You rolled your eyes and let out a mocking laugh, “Haha. So funny, but I did, so we can go now.”
Taehyung chuckled and opened the passenger door for you to get in. Your heart warmed at the stupid action. It's the bare minimum, Y/N. Snap out of it.
Once you were inside, Taehyung quickly made it over to the driver’s seat and began to drive out. You buckled your seatbelt as did he and you felt yourself slightly shiver.
“Cold?” Taehyung asked, reaching to adjust the air conditioner already.
“I'm okay, thanks,” you said. A few moments of silence passed before you decided to take a bold step, “So, I heard you're back with Lina?”
Taehyung sighed. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, “No. It's just—complicated.”
“Isn't it always?” you huffed softly which made him crack a smile.
“Well.” you decided to change the subject as it seemed like Taehyung didn't really want to talk about his situation with Lina, “You're graduating soon, what are you gonna do after?”
“I don't even know.” Taehyung laughed softly, “Maybe apply to work at some art museum. I've always loved art.”
“And you're also really good at creating art,” you interjected.
Taehyung glanced over at you and grinned. He turned back to the road and shook his head fondly. “You're too kind Y/N.”
“I’m serious!” you whined. “You should really sell your art. I know I would buy it!”
“You're just saying that because you already know me.”
“I would buy your art in a heartbeat even if you were a complete stranger to me.” you were quick to snap back. Taehyung peered back at you for a brief moment and smiled.
“What would I do without my biggest supporter, huh?”
“Probably not know how to survive in this chaotic world.” you joked.
Taehyung paused for a second before a soft smile grew on his face. He looked over at you and a breathy laugh left his lips, “Yeah. True. I wouldn't.”
You fell quiet. The sound that only you could hear was the thunderous pounding of your heart beating against your rib cage.
That night after Taehyung dropped you off at your apartment and made sure you had everything you needed. You wrote your sixth letter.
Dear Taehyung,
I told myself I would finally work on getting over you, but tonight, you just had to go and mess it all up for me. You set me back to square one. I'm scared.
Time flew by and now you were a senior. You still kept in contact with Jimin after he graduated but with Taehyung, you slowly lost contact with him. It hurt when it happened, but you realized maybe this was a blessing from the universe, it had given you a chance to finally move on.
“Hey! You ready?” The sound of Jungkook’s voice broke you from your thoughts. A huge smile grew on your face at the sight of him. His outfit mirrored yours, a red cap and gown, and his neck adorned with numerous medals and cords.
“Hey, fellow grad.” you laughed. Jungkook chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. “Yeah, I'm ready. We're starting soon?”
“Yeah. So get your valedictorian ass up on that stage already.” Jungkook clicked his tongue, nodding his head toward the stage.
“Says you salutatorian.” You snorted and linked your arms with his.
Jungkook scoffed and nudged you, “Can't believe you beat my ass by one point.”
You stuck your tongue out at him which caused him to nudge you a little harder. You laughed loudly and the two of you made it onto the stage. You both took your seats as the president of your university walked up to the podium.
You glanced out in the crowd, taking in the faces of your fellow peers and friends. A smile appeared on your face when you spotted Sunni in the crowd. The girl gave you a wink that made you let out a quiet chuckle.
You hear the president introducing Jungkook as salutatorian which signaled that he would go up to present his speech.
“Wish me luck.” Jungkook whispered and you gave him a bright grin and two thumbs up.
“You got this. Make me proud, Kook.”
Jungkook chuckled and walked up to the podium. His speech almost made you cry but you held it in. You couldn't cry right before you would present your own speech.
“And finally, my greatest gratitude goes to my ride or die, Y/N L/N. Without her, I genuinely would've not survived these past four years. She's my confidant and best friend. She pushed me to be the best version of myself and I'm so thankful that I have someone like her in my life. So, Y/N, valedictorian of this wonderful class, it's your turn to be the tearjerker.” The crowd laughed loudly and you giggled as you stood up to walk to the podium.
You pulled Jungkook into a tight hug and Jungkook gripped you tighter. You rubbed his back and whispered, “Love you.”
“Love you more.” he whispered back before the two of you pulled apart. His eyes were glistening with tears and you cooed which made him scoff. You laughed before taking his spot at the podium.
You sighed deeply into the microphone before a smile appeared on your face, “Good morning, faculty and students. Today is the day. The day we all close our books and write a new one. It's definitely scary to step into a chaotic world without knowing what is actually waiting out there for us but I know how all of you are. You're strong, bright, and determined. You’re all hard workers and today is proof of that.”
Your eyes flickered around the crowd and you noticed your parents beaming with pride. Namjoon was right beside them, tears visible in his eyes and you almost wanted to burst out laughing. He swore he wouldn't cry and yet here he was, not keeping his word. You notice the boys standing with him too. Yoongi, Jin, Hobi, and Jimin. Your heart cracked at the sight of no Taehyung. Maybe he's late.
He promised he would come to your graduation.
“When you graduate, I'll make sure to be the loudest there.” Taehyung placed his pinky out in front of you.
“Really?” you snickered and raised an inquisitive brow.
Taehyung grinned widely, “Scout’s honor.”
You laughed and intertwined your pinky with his. Taehyung's smile grew wider and he tapped your nose with his pointer finger causing your heart to warm.
You cleared your throat and focused back on the crowd of students in front of you. You inhaled sharply before continuing your speech, “In life, there are things and people you must keep and let go of. To those who stood with you through thick and thin, never scared to go against the odds that were against you, keep them. People like them are very hard to come by.” The crowd laughed in agreement. You cracked a smile.
“And sometimes you have to let go of those who mattered most even when it's the complete opposite of what you want. I want you to know that it's okay. It's a part of the cycle. Continue on and bloom. You live only once and you must make the most of it. You can't be the reason or let anyone be the reason why you're held back from greatness. So when you leave today, choose yourself. Choose happiness, choose love, and choose to do what makes you happy. It's okay to be selfish so live for yourself.” The auditorium erupted in claps and cheers and you swore you could hear a loud sniffle behind you. You immediately knew it was Jungkook.
“And I want you to know that you’ll always have a friend in me. You call, I run. So my fellow graduates, today we cheer for us and for our beautiful futures. Congratulations, you finished the first half of your journey. Keep soaring.” You smiled brightly and everyone in the audience stood up and cheered deafeningly.
The top ten of your class were first to walk the stage which included you and Jungkook. Then one by one, every student walked across the stage with their degree. After the president of your university shared his farewells and thanks, the students dispersed to their respective families.
“My baby!” your mother cried out as she rushed toward you. You groaned affectionately when she reached up to cup your cheeks. “I'm so proud of you!”
“Thank you, Mom.” You laughed.
Your dad sniffed and wiped a tear that fell down his face. “I can't believe how grown you are now.”
“Yeah, can you go back to that kid who would always trail after me?” Namjoon walked up to you with a tearful smile and you scoffed. He pulled you into a tight hug which made you let out an ‘oof’ sound. “I'm serious. Can you go back?”
“Love you too, Joon.” You patted his back and he sniffled on your shoulders which caused you to snort. The two of you pulled away and Jin walked up to you with a proud smile.
“Congrats, Y/Nie!” Jin cheered and he pinched your cheeks.
“Jin!” You whined and rubbed your face. Jin snickered at your reaction.
“Congratulations, Y/N.” Yoongi smiled and you beamed.
“Thanks, Yoongi!”
“Congrats! I got you this flower lei!” Hobi sent you a heart-shaped smile. You gasped and bent your head down slightly so he could place the lei around your neck.
“It's so beautiful! Thanks, Hobi!”
“Where’s my lei at?” You hear Jungkook let out a scandalized gasp from behind you.
“Jungkookie! Congrats, sweetie!” your mom cheered as she gushed over him. Jungkook’s cheeks burned red and he grew bashful.
“Ah, thank you, Auntie.” Jungkook gave her a soft smile.
Your dad slapped a hand on his shoulders and gave him a grin, “Congrats, kid.” Jungkook beamed and thanked him as well. Everyone followed in congratulating him and you chuckled at the sight.
“There's my favorite girl.” You turned to see Jimin beaming at you happily. You squealed and rushed to hug him.
“I missed you so much,” you muttered into his shoulders. Jimin chuckled and squeezed you tightly.
“I missed you more.”
“Taehyung?” you whispered so that only you and Jimin could hear. He gave you a sad smile and shook his head.
Your face fell, “He’s really not here?”
“I’m sorry, Y/Nie.” Jimin mumbled sadly.
Your heart dropped to your stomach. You thought he was probably just late but to know that he just never attended broke you.
“It’s okay.” You gave him a light smile. “I’m just happy you were able to come. I know how busy you've been with work and traveling.”
Jimin blew out a breath and shook his head, “I love my job but it is so exhausting with the constant business meetings.” You laughed at that.
“So, Y/Nie.” Jin wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you turned to see that everyone was surrounding you and Jimin. “I heard you're moving abroad?”
Your dad grinned at that, pride was clear on his face, “Y/N here got a really big offer to manage this art museum in Paris. I think it's called the Louvre.”
“You're moving to Paris?” Jungkook gaped at you in shock and you winced, “And working at the Louvre?”
“Surprise?” you sheepishly said. Your mom slapped your dad on the arm which caused a guilty look to appear on his face. “I was going to reveal it at our celebration party but Dad here got too excited.”
“Hey! I'm a proud father, okay?” your dad defended himself. Everyone laughed.
“I know I don't say it a lot, but I'm really proud of you, Y/N.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples poking from his cheeks.
You pouted and you felt yourself tear up. “Don't say that, I'm going to cry now.”
Namjoon laughed loudly and pulled you into an embrace.
“Okay, let's go party now please!” Jungkook pleaded and you rolled your eyes with a snort.
“Yeah, let's go.”
You were all back at your family’s house and it was surrounded by family and friends. You spent a lot of time mingling but you needed a breather. So you were currently sitting on the balcony from your room.
“Y/N?” You turned to see Jimin at the entrance of your room. He smiled at you, “Thought I’d find you here. Can I come in?”
You gave him a small grin and nod. You turned back to stare out at the night sky and sighed. You felt Jimin taking a seat beside you. The sound of the breeze and the chittering of insects was heard through the peaceful silence.
“He tried to come.” Jimin muttered.
You swallowed, “What happened?”
“Lina.”
You scoffed.
“They're back together? Again?”
“I don't know.” Jimin breathed out.
You took a large sip from your cup and rubbed your eyes, “I’m tired, Jimin.”
“I know.” he whispered.
“I can't keep going on like this.”
“Then why do you?”
A shaky sigh left your lips, “Because somewhere inside of me, I believe that maybe there is a chance. Maybe everything he's done for me was because it was in his interest in me. Why would he pretend that I was his girl that one night? Why is he always the first one to my rescue when I need saving? Why, Jimin, why?”
“I don't know why,” Jimin answered softly. “But what I know is that a few months after our graduation, he stopped trying to stay in contact with you.”
You got quiet and you turned to face him, "How do you know that?”
He cracked a sad smile, “Because he always asks me how you are.” You froze. “And whenever I ask why can't he ask you himself, he gets quiet.”
Your breath hitched and you felt your eyes sting with tears. You were quick to glance away from Jimin and stare back out at the sky. The moon seemed to shine brighter all of a sudden.
“What happened to you two?” Jimin asked quietly.
A few moments of silence passed.
“We grew up,” you answered. “I grew up. I think I stopped trying.”
Jimin hummed. “I’m proud of you. Really.”
You cracked a smile at that.
“Will you ever give him your letters?” Jimin questioned faintly.
You were quiet for a while. Your letters were sacred to you. It contained every honest and raw feeling you had for Taehyung. Maybe this whole time you could never move on was because you still held on to those letters. Maybe the key was to let them go. If you give it to him, you'll finally move on.
You turned to Jimin, “I think I will.” Jimin gave you a surprise look, “I think I will finally be able to let go of him if I do it.”
“Besides, I won't have to face him any time soon.”
Jimin looked at you confused now.
You sighed, “I leave tomorrow. First thing in the morning.”
Jimin’s eyes widened, “Y/N.”
“I know.” you exhaled sharply. “But this is what I worked for my whole life. This is it.”
“Everyone knows?” Jimin asked.
“Only my parents and Joon right now. I plan to tell the others later when I go back down.” You replied.
The sound of Namjoon yelling Jimin’s name from downstairs was heard which caused the two of you to look toward your bedroom door.
“Someone’s being called.” you snickered.
Jimin sighed and chuckled lightly. He got up from his seat and gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m here for you through everything, okay?”
You smiled back and nodded, “Thanks.”
Jimin winked and turned to leave but stopped when you called out to him.
“Hey, Jimin?” He gave you a confused look. “Do you think you can give the letters to Tae?” his eyes softened and he nodded.
“Yeah, I can do that.”
“Thank you.” you breathed. Jimin gave you one last smile before leaving.
You felt your phone vibrate and you saw that it was a text from Taehyung. Your heart dropped. The two of you hadn’t texted in months.
Taehyung: i’m sorry i wasn’t at your graduation, i tried really hard to. congratulations y/n, i’m proud of you :)
A lump formed in your throat and you felt your eyes well up with tears. You decided to ignore his text and face the night sky again.
That night, you wrote your goodbye to Taehyung.
Taehyung,
I graduated today and you weren't there. I read your text and I chose to ignore it.. I think if I answered I would’ve lost all the progress I made. I think this is for the best anyway. I spent the better half of my teenage years in love with you and that journey taught me a lot. You taught me a lot. Even though we don't talk anymore, you're still one of the most important people in my life.
Goodbye Taehyung,
I'll always love you.
It was the next day, and you had to leave for your job now. Everyone was at the airport, teary-eyed but filled with happiness. You took in everyone’s faces and pouted.
“I'm going to miss you all so much.” you cried and rushed to try and hug everyone. Your mother cooed and caressed your hair as she tried to calm you down but it didn't really help. Your sobs were muffled against Namjoon's shoulders and you could hear that he was crying too. You pulled back, eyes brimming with tears.
“Okay, no more tears please.” Jungkook sniffled. He used the end of his sleeve to wipe any stray tears and gave you a sad frown, “I’m mad that you're leaving me but happy for you because you're achieving your dreams.”
You laughed tearfully and pulled the taller man into a hug. He was quick to squeeze you tightly.
One by one, you hugged everyone one last time. Namjoon sported a proud grin but his red eyes gave away his true emotions which made your heart break. He was your big brother and seeing your little sister leaving wasn't easy. Jin, and surprisingly, Yoongi looked about the same as Namjoon. Hobi was a complete mess, sniffling into his tissue every now and then. Jimin looked like he was about to break down but he held it in pretty well.
You hugged Jimin last and the blonde man made sure to hold you tighter and longer. When you pulled back, you handed him a stack of sealed letters that were tied with a red string. Jimin immediately recognized what they were and gave you a sad smile.
“Thank you.” Your voice cracked.
“Of course.” Jimin muttered back before hugging you again. You breathed out a shaky sigh and squeezed him.
The two of you broke apart and you gave everyone a small smile before slowly departing. Once your back was turned toward them, your heart grew heavier.
This will be good for you. This is what you need.
Jimin hasn't seen Taehyung in a while. The two of them were quite busy, Jimin with the numerous meetings with different businessmen and Taehyung being the head of managing a renowned art museum.
The two were still close but not as much as they were in college, especially now that Taehyung was back together with Lina. They rarely ever talk now.
For you though, Jimin had to break the silence. He had to. It was for your own well-being. You deserved better and he wanted to make sure you would.
Jimin was in front of Taehyung’s apartment door and with a sigh, he knocked. A few minutes went by before the door opened. Taehyung’s eyebrows rose in surprise at the sight of Jimin.
“Jimin.” Taehyung breathed out. “Hi! Uh—come in.” he stepped aside for the blonde to walk in and Jimin gave him a tight-lipped smile as he stepped inside.
“Lina’s not here is she?” Jimin cleared his throat.
Taehyung inhaled sharply and shook his head, “No. It’s over between us.”
“Really?” Jimin sarcastically laughed. His eyes were dark with anger, “You sure? Because I’ve heard that phrase a million times now.”
Taehyung sighed and clenched his jaw, “I’m serious. It’s over.”
“You missed her graduation.” Jimin snapped.
“I know.” Taehyung retorted harshly. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and rubbed his face, “I’ve been beating myself over it since last night, okay? Lina completely fucked me over and I couldn't get out of the plans she made because it was a done deal. I got even more pissed finding out that she purposely made the plans on Y/N and Jungkook’s graduation so I would miss it.”
Jimin’s lips parted in shock. His eyes softened and any fury in his body vanished.
“What are you doing here anyway?” Taehyung muttered tiredly, “We haven't talked in forever and I know it's awkward between us right now.”
“Y/N.” Jimin answered.
Taehyung froze.
“What about her?” Taehyung muttered softly. His voice dropped to that particular tone that he always spoke in whenever he talked about you.
Jimin didn't respond. He merely grabbed something from his back pocket and handed it to Taehyung.
Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed together at the stack of letters in Jimin’s hands. He hesitantly reached out to grab it and his heart dropped at the familiar handwriting.
Taehyung. His name was written in a beautiful elegant cursive. He knew this was you.
“What is this?” Taehyung choked out.
“Just—” Jimin sighed, “Just read it.”
Taehyung swallowed harshly before he slowly opened the first letter on top of the stack. A neatly folded paper was in the envelope and he gradually unfolded it.
His eyes trailed over the words.
May 3rd, 2012.
That was the day you two met.
Dear Taehyung,
I think you're an angel who fell from heaven to thaw my frozen heart.
Taehyung’s breath hitched.
His eyes frantically read the words over and over again.
He moved to the next letter.
Dear Taehyung,
Is this love? I think it is. I always hear the birds singing louder whenever you're near. Maybe I'm just crazy, but maybe I'm not. Because I swear every time you smile at me, my heart jumps into the shape of your smile.
Taehyung’s eyes started to burn.
Dear Taehyung,
You're the only person who doesn't make me feel like I'm alone. I love Jimin and Jungkook but sometimes I don't think they understand me. Thank you for being that person for me. I don't know what I would do without you. I'm scared, Taehyung. I think I'm falling harder.
A shaky breath left Taehyung’s lips and he felt like his knees were about to buckle.
Dear Taehyung,
Today was the worst and best day ever for me. I hated going on the roller coasters but your encouragement pushed me not to be scared. You made today fun. You always knew how to make me feel better, and that still scares me. I don't think I can ever shake you out of my system.
Taehyung let out a choked cry as his knees started to quiver. Jimin started to tear up at the distraught sight of him.
Dear Taehyung,
You left for college today. I cried two times after you and Jimin said goodbye. I hope college treats you well. I know you will do amazing things and I can't wait to hear about them. Remember that I'll always be in your corner! Fighting!
Taehyung felt himself drop to the floor. A trembling whimper left him as he read the next letter.
Dear Taehyung,
I told myself I would finally work on getting over you, but tonight, you just had to go and mess it all up for me. You set me back to square one. I'm scared.
The hole in Taehyung’s chest grew. His vision started to get blurry as he continued to read.
Dear Taehyung,
I think I am completely and irrevocably in love with you. Every time you laugh, my heart turns into a mess. Every time you tap my nose, my heart decides it's only you. I'm really scared now. What should I do, Taehyung? You've wrecked me entirely.
A stifled sob escaped Taehyung. His head hurts now and his heart burns.
Dear Taehyung,
It's been a few months since you graduated now and I miss you. A lot. You're a big manager at your dream art museum now and I couldn't be more happier for you! I still think you should sell your art and I hope you do one day! Maybe, I'll work at the Louvre and your art will be displayed!
A few tears fell onto the next letter and Taehyung felt his heart drop at the first few words.
Dear Taehyung,
My graduation is coming up and I'm valedictorian. Jungkook is super salty over it but I hope you're proud of me! We haven't talked in months now and I tried keeping in contact but I guess our lives just got too busy. I miss when we were careless kids laughing over stupid things. I got a job offer at the Louvre too! Crazy, right?! It was a big surprise for me but I'm super happy! I hope to see you at my graduation and tell you all about it! Love you. Miss you.
Taehyung leaned back against his couch and let out a shaky breath. His hand came up to wipe away his tears.
Taehyung,
I graduated today and you weren't there. I read your text and I chose to ignore it.. I think if I answered I would’ve lost all the progress I made. I think this is for the best anyway. I spent the better half of my teenage years in love with you and that journey taught me a lot. You taught me a lot. Even though we don't talk anymore, you're still one of the most important people in my life.
Goodbye Taehyung,
I'll always love you.
This was the last letter and Taehyung knew this was it. He noticed there was no ‘Dear’. You had let him go. Taehyung grasped at his chest and cried. Jimin, who stood watching him, quietly sniffled, his heart clenching in pain for his friend.
“She kept looking for you at her graduation.” Jimin revealed gently.
That didn't help Taehyung at all, it only caused him to cry harder. He glanced up at Jimin with swollen eyes, “Where is she?”
Jimin was quiet.
Taehyung grew anxious. He felt his eyes sting, “Jimin. Where is she?”
“She’s gone, Tae.” Jimin quietly replied, “She left for Paris.”
Taehyung felt his whole world collapse.
You were right there in front of him this whole time and he was so blind.
in which you and taehyung share an emotional final day, filled with desperate love and physical connection as you prepare for the pain of his impending military enlistment.
pairing — dom!taehyung x sub!femreader
genre — established relationship, slice of life, military enlistment, long distance relationship, heartbreak, smut, fluff, lots of angst, sad ending
warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, hard dom!taehyung, possessive!taehyung, emotional intimacy, grief, military enlistment anxiety, physical closeness, shyness and vulnerability, possessive tenderness, music and dancing, promises and vows, love confessions, lots of crying, post departure grief, separation anxiety, assurances of love, they love each other so much i can't, oral sex (f. receiving), eating out, cunnilingus, face riding, face sitting, cum swallowing, tongue fucking, clit stimulation, multiple sex scenes, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, lots of breast play, he is obsessed with her tits, nipple play, nipple sucking and biting, rough sex, missionary position, doggy, riding, gentle lovemaking, emotional sex, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, against the wall sex, cum play, overstimulation, making out, hickies/marking, bruising and scratching, spanking, shower sex, morning sex, oral sex (m. receiving), cock palming, cock sucking, face fucking, hair fisting, cum swallowing, power dynamics, body worship, loving aftercare
wc — 11k
a/n — i literally shed tears while writing this aaaa, i miss tae so much y'all! 😭
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the mourning was inevitable, the regular smell of air in your apartment filled with the musky smell of taehyung's cologne.
a scent you were so used to that it felt like a part of your own skin.
the sunlight casts a soft glow over the couch where you sat, its cushions filled with years of shared moments.
taehyung was beside you.
his presence as always providing you comfort, yet it was painful.
his broad shoulders, usually confident, now hunched forward showing the weight that he was carrying.
his dark hair slightly messy and falling over his eyes, framing his face in a way that makes him look both boyish and mature.
his deep brown eyes usually having a playful spark or intensity, were clouded today with grief.
and a desperation.
the sight of him like this—beautiful, broken, and yours—makes your chest ache painfully.
with a fierce love.
you’re curled up beside him, legs tucked beneath you as your body instinctively seeks his warmth.
you wore one of his oversized white shirts, it felt warm and cozy along with the smell of him that clings to the shirt.
enveloping you.
reminding you of his impending departure.
your hands rested in your lap, fingers twisting nervously—a habit developed from anxiety that didn’t leave you since he told you about his military enlistment six days ago.
your heart felt like it's trapped.
a reminder.
of the clock ticking and each minute slipping from you until he leaves.
taehyung's deep voice soon breaks the silence.
“my love.” he murmurs.
the endearment spilled out of his mouth for you, making your breath catch.
he reached for your hand, fingers warm and calloused from years of hard work, his roughness softening just for you.
his hand slowly starts tracing slow comforting circles over your knuckles, making your lips part.
“i don’t know how i’m going to do this.” he says.
voice cracking slightly with emotion.
“a week left and all i can think about is how i wanna memorize every inch of you,” he breathes.
“i wanna carry you with me, sweet girl, so i don’t forget what it feels like to be whole.”
his words felt like a knife to your chest and tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill.
your cheeks warming beneath his attention as you finally lift your eyes to meet his, raw vulnerability in them.
stealing your breath.
“tae…” you whisper.
your voice trembles, biting your lower lip, trying to hold back the sob trying to escape.
he shifts closer, arm wrapping around your waist possessively.
the heat of his touch grounding you against the ache in your chest.
his other hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen.
“i know my baby”
voice steady for you despite the storm you know he is facing by looking at his eyes.
wanting to stay strong for you.
his lips brush your forehead, lingering there.
branding himself into your skin.
“i’m terrified too. the thought of being with you... fuck—it's like losing a part of myself,” he says.
“but i’m here now, hmm? i’m gonna love you so much, so completely, you’ll feel me even when i’m gone.”
his words felt like a lifeline and you lean onto him, head resting against his chest.
the steady beat of his heart matching your own.
that lulled you to sleep several nights.
just imagining how you will sleep without it once he was gone brings tears back to your eyes.
you whimper shakily, causing his arms to tighten around you and you breathe in his cologne, clean male scent.
your fingers clutched shirt.
desperately clinging to him.
the week before his departure has been full of emotions.
all moments shared close together, barely giving you any relief.
mornings were spent tangled in bed as taehyung's lips traced your sensitive skin—your neck, shoulder.
especially the sensitive spot behind your ear, him knowing it makes you arch into him.
his constant whispers of “i love yous” and “you’re mine” surrounding you permanently.
afternoons spent with quiet walks in your backyard garden, relishing each other's presence.
his hands never leaving yours, fingers holding yours tightly
afraid you’ll slip away.
he tried to make things normal, you could feel it. his laughter, so rich and deep, comforting you in ways you couldn’t explain.
taking away the pain of separation that will happen eventually, even for a little bit.
he wouldn’t leave your side even while cooking, staying by your side all the time while you prepared all his favorite meals.
knowing he was gonna miss them when he's gone.
heartfelt conversations and teasings would end up with heated kisses against the counter, his body pressed against yours, hands roaming all over you with hunger.
never leaving a chance to not touch you.
but the nights—oh god, the nights.
it unraveled both of you in a way, desperation controlling you both.
the nights were a mix of touches and need.
bodies speaking louder than words.
each kiss and touch felt like a promise, a plea and a goodbye that will break you both.
and yet no amount of memorizing felt enough.
not when the time constantly taunted you both.
taehyung pulls you closer, now in bed, arms tightening around you until there’s no space left.
his lips finding yours, gentle and soft, tasting you, tongue tangles with yours, slow and exploring every corner of your mouth.
consuming you.
when he pulls back, his forehead rested against yours, both your breaths ragged, eyes searching yours with an intensity that makes your stomach flutter.
“my love,” he rasps.
“i need you to know something… for me, yeah? no matter where i am or how far apart we are, you're with me no matter what, always…”
“you’re in my very blood, my soul, and i’m gonna fight every day to come back to you, to hold you like this, and love you until we’re old and gray.”
his voice was gruff, laying his heart for you through his words.
“do you hear me, hm, baby?”
his voice hitched, and you see his eyes glistening with tears.
a rare emotion, he hides so well.
he never cries.
but for you, he was a broken man.
you nod, throat too tight to speak, burying your face in his chest, tears soaking his shirt.
“i love you, taehyung.”
you sob, voice muffled.
“i’ll wait for you. i'll always wait for you.”
he holds you for what felt like hours and hours, the world fading.
only the two of you.
all that existed was him, you, and the raw love you both shared for each other.
the love that you guys will have when he needs to go for his enlistment.
but for now, you clinged to the moment, soaking his warmth and his loving words, meant for you only.
because you knew… that soon…
it will be all you have left.
it's the day before taehyung's departure.
the sky itself was gloomy today, the threat of rain mirroring the environment in your home.
the ache in your chest.
you stir awake in bed, body feeling heavy with what's about to come, the loss you're gonna face.
your half lidded eyes opened slightly, only to find taehyung already gazing at you.
he’s propped on one elbow, bare torso and hard muscles, his eyes holding yours with several emotions—love, hunger, and a quiet fury.
anger at the time slipping away.
you’re curled up against him, your legs tangling with his beneath the sheets, an usual act, hinting that the intimacy of such normality will be gone soon.
“darling…”
his voice made your throat tighten.
his hand reaches up, fingers brushing your cheek, calloused finger tracing your features.
a shiver goes down your spine.
“i want today to be ours.” he growls.
you let out a quiet whimper, tears welling in your eyes, but you held them back for the sake of both of you.
wanting to make the most of today.
his dark eyes stared straight into your soul, getting to know all your feelings without you telling them.
“taehyung,” you crooned
“i don’t know how to let you go. i'm so scared.”
the words spilling out uncontrollably, raw and heartbreaking as tears started streaming down your face.
against your will.
he immediately pulls you into his arms, hard chest pressing against you, and he fists your hair, holding you to him.
his hand slides to the small of your back, the heat of his touch seeping through you.
“baby,” he hums.
“i’m terrified too. but i'm here now.”
lips brushed over your jawline.
“i love you, sweet girl… more than anything”
the day starts with each moment in a midst of needing to be close, imprinting the other's presence into memory.
breakfast was quiet in the kitchen.
taehyung was standing at the stove, broad shoulders relaxed as he flips the pancakes with a practiced ease.
he’s shirtless, only wearing sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing his masculine beauty.
making your legs clench unknowingly.
you sit at the table, hands wrapping around a hot cup of coffee taehyung made for you earlier.
taehyung soon turns, a plate of crispy pancakes in hand, flashing you a warm smile.
a boxy smile that was now tinged with sadness.
that he tried his best to hide.
“eat for me, love.” he orders.
his commanding voice slipped out of him, unknowingly.
whenever he needs to take care of you.
he sets the plate before you, and drizzled some chocolate syrup over the pancakes, knowing by heart you like them like that.
he leans down, pecking your lips, your chest heaving at his care.
“i wanna see you smile today.” he demands.
you try, but the smile feels fake, something he notices.
he always does.
his eyes softened, and he sits across from you, knees touching yours under the table, teasing you.
his thumb strokes your palm, the simple touch sent a warmth through you, eyes meeting his, biting your bottom lip to control your emotions.
“tae…”
his grip tightens on you, eyes darkening.
“you don’t have to be strong, darling.” he coos.
“fall apart if you need to. you know i'll always be here. ready to catch you… always.”
the words felt like a vow, and before you know it, a tear spills down your cheeks.
he leans across the table, kissing the tear away, and you gasp, clinging to him.
his actions making you ache more.
and you realize you’ll ache forever.
until he returns.
after breakfast, his need to be close to you becomes overwhelming, and taehyung suggests a shower.
voice laced with desire.
taehyung stepping in first in the spacious shower, and the sight of him under the water steals your breath.
the water streaming down his body, almost tracing his muscles, droplets cling to him, causing an insistent pulse between your legs.
his wet hair pressed to his forehead, and his eyes met yours, longing and lust in them.
he motions at you with a single finger.
“come here.” he exhales, sharply.
you step into the shower, heart racing and the water now falling over you as well, soaking your shirt.
making it see through for your man.
the sensation felt too much.
he pulls you against him, hands clutching your hips.
the water falling over you both, a warmth that shuts out the world.
you forget about everything.
except him.
“you’re so beautiful…” he hums.
lips brushed against your ear, naked chest pressing against yours, and his warm baritone makes your stomach flutter, eyes getting dilated.
“i wanna you feel good.” he purrs.
you huff, gripping his naked chest, nails digging into his skin.
his rough hands slide under your shirt, lifting it slowly, taking his time and making you impatient.
his hands roamed all over your body, gripping you wherever he wanted, and he finally tossed the shirt aside
it landed on the floor.
leaving you bare for him.
the sudden exposure makes you shy, a flush warming your cheeks as you look away. even after years of your relationship with him, the shyness never really faded.
but his gaze was unwavering, filled with so much adoration and love.
your insecurities were gone.
“tae…” you whisper.
“you make me feel so…so seen.”
the words were vulnerable, and he responds with a hungry kiss, lips insistent, all tongue and teeth, claiming your mouth.
almost like a feral animal taking his place.
the intensity made your knees weak as you cling to him while he practically eats your mouth.
the taste of him—clean, with a hint of the chocolate syrup from breakfast—flooding your senses, and you moan uncontrollably in his mouth.
“mmm, tae…”
he swallows all your sounds with his tongue, his hands find your breasts, weighing them in his hands, loving the weight of them.
he always bragged about how your tits were the perfect size for him.
made for his hands specifically.
his thumbs brushed over your nipples, hardening them instantly under the touch, and the sensation was almost electric, a jolt of pleasure that goes straight to your pussy.
your clit throbbing in need.
“hah… oh, tae!”
you gasped, arching and pressing your breasts closer to him.
he groans lowly, thumbs connecting to your nipples, and he pinches your nipples lightly, rolling them between his fingers.
“mhm, oh…oh…please—”
the combination of pain and pleasure made you pant.
“you’re always so sensitive… mm... i love it, baby.” he murmurs.
his lips brush against your collarbone while continuing to tease your nipples.
water streamed over both of you, amplifying the sensation, the water acting like a slickness that leaves your mouth parted in ecstasy.
the water droplets slide down your skin, between your breasts, and taehyung snarls at the sight.
chasing the droplets with his tongue.
he finally decides to give you a bit of relief, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue flicking it in fast motions.
“nghh, taehyung!” you cry out.
the wet heat of his mouth and tongue was almost overwhelming, your thighs trembled, pussy growing slick with arousal.
your hands, desperate for him, slides down his body, tracing the hard planes of his chest and abs.
he exhales, humming his approval against your nipples, the vibrations have you trembling.
your hand soon reaches for his cock, already hard and heavy against his thigh.
you wrap your hand around him, fingers barely meeting from his thickness, and you revel in his hardness.
his head fell back, the noises escaping unrestrained.
“fuck my love,” he pants.
hips bucking into your hand.
“you drive me crazy.”
you start stroking him slowly, your own chest heaving with shaky breaths, feeling the throb of him, water washing away the precum bedding out of him.
your mouth waters with want.
your clit pulsing in time with your strokes, an ache that you try to ignore by pressing your thighs together.
seeking relief.
“you’re so hard…” you coo.
your voice shy but laced with need and he growls, hands gripping your ass and pulling you flush against his chest.
your bare tits pressing onto his hard chest, you let out a whimper.
“i want you,” he gruffs.
eyes meeting yours burning with a love so intense, you struggle to breathe.
“my baby, i’m gonna miss this—miss you—every fucking second.”
the words a confession full of raw pain, and you feel your tears mingling with the water streaming down your body.
“i’m gonna wait for you… i swear.” you sob.
your hand still working his cock, and your other arm wrapped around his neck, holding him close.
your promise settled on his chest until he feels desperate again, tongue entering your mouth, biting and sucking your bottom lip.
all while he fucks your fist, hips bucking.
his hand fisted your hair, and you whine, letting him take whatever he wants from you.
taehyung’s hands roam all over your body, every curve, every dip.
as if he's memorizing you.
your slick now dripping on the floor, and with each brush of his finger, the ache seemed to increase, and it was almost painful.
you didn’t want teasing.
not today.
not when the time was running out so fast.
“tae, i need you.” you begged.
he nods, eyes darkening with a promise.
his own patience running out, not wanting to waste even a second with you.
“not here, princess,” he rasps, gently.
“i want you in our bed, where i can take my time with you… wanna make every moment worth it.”
he turns off the shower, grabs a fluffy towel, wrapping you in it, hands gentle but possessive as he dries you off.
his lips brushing your skin with every moment, and you lean against the wall, lips parted.
savoring his attention.
taehyung picks you up in bridal style, naked and you clutch his shoulder.
your heart pounded with the adoration he stares at you with, he starts walking, reaching the bedroom, both your bodies still wet and dripping from the shower.
he gently lays you down on the bed, your heart racing as you look up at him.
he hovers above you, one hand propped beside your head, his presence and your need causing goosebumps all over your skin.
“my love,” he breathes.
“i wanna worship you today. every inch of you—i want it all to be mine.”
devotion in his words.
you swallow hard, shyness making your cheeks flush, but his gaze holds you to him.
taking away your instinct to hide.
“taehyung,” you tremble.
“i’m yours.”
you declare, like always, his eyes softening before he presses his lips to yours once again.
the kiss starting slow, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger.
he deepened the kiss, making you let out needy noises on his mouth, his teeth scraping your lower lip, your fingers curling into the sheets as you arch into him.
“mhhh, tae…” you moan, softly.
he pulls back, breath hot, looking at you with dark eyes.
eyes gazing all over your naked body, drinking you in, his stare felt like a physical touch.
“i could spend forever just kissing you, but i need more.”
you pant as he begins his descent downwards, lips trailing over your jaw to your sensitive neck, sucking gently.
a gasp left your mouth.
a faint hickey left on your skin.
the sensation was a delicious sting, your toe curling.
you felt exposed, still slightly wet breasts rising and falling with your quickened breaths, and a groan leaves his mouth.
his eyes taking you in.
“perfect,” he rasps, in awe.
“absolutely goddamn perfect for me.”
his hands cupped them just like he did moments before in the bathroom, but he doesn’t make you ache anymore.
he smirks wickedly, at your neediness.
a knowing curve on his lips.
lowering his mouth to your breast, taking one nipple in his mouth, harshly, a lot rougher and hungrier.
“oh, taehyung!” you cry out.
fingers tangled in his damp hair, tugging.
his teeth grazed your nipple, enough to make you gasp out, body shuddering with his attention to your breasts.
“please… please!” your breath shakes.
hips shifting against the sheets.
“it feels so good.”
he moves to the other breast, grazing your nipple with his teeth while pinching the other neglected one.
you're a squirming mess for him.
“fuck,” he chuckles, darkly.
pulled away from your now overly sensitive breasts, from his torment.
“i love the noises you make for me, darling…”
his kisses trailed lower, slow and taking his time as he places kisses over the smooth skin on your stomach.
lips lingering on your navel, tongue licking a stripe.
the ticklish feeling making you squeak.
and you let out a giggle despite the heat building inside you.
the sound draws a deep chuckle from him.
he glances up at you, eyes sparkling with love.
“i love that sound too,” he says.
thumb brushing over your thigh.
“i’m gonna miss every part of you, love, every bit of your noises along with your happy ones.”
the reminder made your grin fade, the sadness taking over.
but it doesn’t last long.
his fingers start brushing against your folds, slow and teasing. he parts you gently to reveal your glistening pussy.
he uses the pads of his thumb, exposing you completely, baring the throbbing nub between your legs.
his fingers grazed your inner thighs, and you whine, slickness dropping more.
shyness forgotten at the back of your mind from being so vulnerable in front of him, only needing relief.
you’re already too wet, pussy slick with arousal, clit needing his touch.
he paused, eyes fixing on you, and you gulp.
“look at you,” he grunts.
“so wet for me already.”
his hand cupped your entire mound, fingers exploring your cunt, gathering your slick
“tae… please.” you whimper.
hips bucked towards him, seeking more.
he hums darkly, his gravel voice sending a shiver down your spine as he starts to circle your clit with his thumb.
your hands fisting the sheets tightly, brows furrowing.
“so needy… just like a naughty girl,” he grits out.
“don’t worry, sweet girl. i'm gonna give you everything you deserve.”
after all the teasing.
he finally presses his mouth to you.
the first touch of his tongue against your clit felt like a shock of pleasure, your hips lifted off the bed with a cry leaving your mouth.
“hahh hah, tae—”
your hands bunching the sheets around you, feeling dizzy with the wet heat of his tongue on your sensitive clit.
he starts sucking your clit, quickly and mercilessly, until you are shaking.
he hums against you, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through you, and you're uttering nonsense right now.
voice unrestrained.
“oh god, taee.”
your fingers griped his hair, hips tightly closing around his head but he holds you open with ease.
your strength nothing compared to his.
he continues worshipping you with his mouth.
his tongue switched patterns, alternating from flat licks to your clit to occasional sucks that make your thighs tremble.
the obscene sounds filling the room—wet noises from his mouth, mixing with slick and his own soft groans, while tasting you.
“you taste so fucking good, i can eat this little pussy forever.” he growls.
voice muffled in your pussy and you sob, hips rocking on his mouth instinctively.
his fingers soon join his tongue, sliding inside you with an ease and the sudden stretch has you letting out a scream.
overwhelmed.
he curls them instantly, trying to find that spot inside you that makes you cry for him, his favorite music.
you start seeing stars behind your vision.
he thrusts his fingers in time with the movement of his tongue.
the dual sensation was too much
too much all at once.
the wet heat of his tongue and his thick fingers fucking you in fast motions has you calling out his name constantly.
he groans against you like he’s the one being pleasured.
“nghh, tae, i’m fuck—i’m close.”
you quivered.
thighs clamped tighter around his head, the pressure building in your stomach, ready to snap any moment
he doesn’t let up.
his tongue worked your clit, fingers thrusting faster, hitting that sweet spot every time, and it felt like torture to you.
a delicious torture.
“come for me, princess,” he hisses.
lips brushing your clit as he speaks.
“i want to feel you fall apart.”
the orgasm hits you, body convulsed, a broken scream leaving you.
“taehyung! oh god, taehyung!”
your loud moans filling the room as your pussy clenches around his fingers, clit pulsing wildly against his tongue.
the sensation makes your body tremble uncontrollably, your grip on the sheets keeping you from falling apart.
he doesn’t stop.
his tongue gentle, still lapping at you, drawing out your pleasure until you’re letting out breathy sobs.
oversensitive and breathless.
“it’s too much, please—”
you plead.
hands tugging at his hair.
he finally pulls back, lips and chin glistening with your arousal, the sight made your pussy clench, despite your orgasm.
he crawls up your body, capturing your mouth in a possessive kiss.
the taste of yourself on his tongue makes you moan, gripping his hair once again.
a reminder of how thoroughly he’s claimed you.
“i love you.” you whimper against his lips.
“love you too… my baby.”
forehead rested against yours.
you cling to him, body still trembling as you press a kiss on his sweaty chest.
your heart close to bursting.
you lie there, his arms wrapped around you, breathless and spent, the sheets damp beneath you with your release.
a proof of how he unraveled you so easily.
your eyes fell to the clock, and your nails dig into his chest.
no matter how much you try to forget about what's about to come and enjoy the moment.
it's not possible.
taehyung senses it, pulling you tighter to him.
his lips brushed your ear.
“this is just the beginning. i'm gonna spend all day today showing you how much you mean to me.”
in the afternoon, you both are in the living room.
the air filled with jazz playing, a romantic song creating an intimate atmosphere.
a music genre that taehyung always loved.
you both were enjoying each other's presence after having lunch, every detail of the day felt heightened.
as if the world had slowed.
to savor these last hours with taehyung.
the weight of what's gonna happen tomorrow still there.
but for now.
there's only him—his presence, his touch on your body and love for you.
you’re standing in the center of the living room, bare feet. taehyung standing across from you, intense eyes locking with yours
your breath catches and you look away, a shy grin tugging at your lips.
“my love,”
“dance with me.”
the command was soft, cheeks flushing as you hesitate, fingers twisting your shirt nervously.
but he steps closer, taking your hand in his big calloused ones, holding your soft small ones.
protectively.
he pulls you into his arms, hand settling on his chest, and his hand grabbed your waist.
the other hand guiding your hand to his shoulder.
you felt the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm, looked up at him, your own heart pounding, and eyes glistening.
you sway together.
the music helped with the slow movement of his hips against yours, breath warm against your temple, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there.
you purred unknowingly, and you felt his smile without seeing it.
in that moment it felt like the world disappeared.
only the two of you existing.
his hand slides lower, fingers laying across the small of your back, pressing you closer.
the moment innocent and romantic, but the hunger between you was palpable.
wanting to feel each other all the time.
before everything ends.
the friction of his pants against your bare thighs felt maddening, a tease that made your pussy pulse.
even though he made you come just a few hours ago.
his hard cock pressed against you, and your breathing turns shaky.
“tae…”
your eyes flickering up to meet his and the raw emotion there make your knees weak.
love, desperation, hunger.
he doesn’t respond with words, only a low guttural hum left him, dipping his head to capture your lips in a tender kiss.
his lips soft yet demanding, wanting to take as much as he can from you.
it felt familiar.
in a way, you know where he does it when he's needy for you.
the taste of him, flooding your senses.
you melted into him.
your fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt.
the kiss deepens, his tongue sliding into your mouth, exploring you, something that he has been doing the entire day, almost as if he wants to etch your taste in his memory.
still, it makes your head spin.
his hands begin to roam, one sliding up to cup the back of your neck, the other slipping beneath your shirt to caress your bare skin.
you gasp into his mouth, body arching towards him.
the dance forgotten.
music faded in the background, both getting distracted by each other.
once again.
“i can't get enough of you, baby.” he rasps, against your lips.
his words laced with an urgency that makes your heart pulse.
he pulls back enough to look at you.
“i need you. right fucking now.”
your breath hitched, restriction fading at the fire his words.
“yea…”
the word was simple, but he hears the plea in it.
his lips curve into an almost predatory smile, and before you can process it, he’s moving with an urgency.
he presses you against the wall, the wall cool against your back, pressing himself against you, pinning you in place.
his hands are everywhere, tugging the shirt up and over your head in one quick motion, leaving you bare before him.
you didn’t bother to wear any bra and panties because he was busy taking your clothes off everywhere, at anytime.
and he always loved it when you remain bare for him.
the cool air raised goosebumps all over your body as he takes you in, never getting enough.
his hands start tracing the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist.
always taking his time exploring.
“i wanna see all of you… my beautiful girl.”
you tremble, lips parting on a shaky breath.
his mouth later finds your breasts, sucking and biting the nipple to his liking, switching breasts faster than you can keep track of.
supplying both of them with his attention.
your back arched off the wall.
“oohh, tae”
his obsession with your breasts never ending.
“i can never get enough of these tits” he grunts.
your knees get weak, when he finally pulls back, your nipples completely coated with his saliva, and you whimper at the sight of him.
so commanding.
so utterly devoted to you.
“i wanna taste you everywhere” he groans.
he was about to kneel before you on the floor, but you stop him, a sudden urge overtaking your shyness.
a need to give as much as you’re receiving.
“taehyung…” you breathe, determined.
“let me… let me please you, please.”
his eyes widen slightly, soon turning into a smirk. he straightens, hands resting on your hips and nods, eyes never leaving yours.
“anything for you, sweet girl.”
his voice thick with anticipation.
now you are the one sinking to your knees before him on the floor.
your hands tremble, reaching for his sweatpants, and you tug them down slowly, your breath catching as his cock springs free.
it's thick and heavy, tip glistening with precum, and the sight makes your mouth water.
your pussy clenching.
you wrap your fingers around the base, marveling at the weight and it throbs for you, veins visible.
a low groan left taehyung.
“darling,” he exhales.
“look at you, so eager for me.”
his hands cupped the back of your head, fingers fisting your hair.
not pushing but guiding.
a gentle encouragement.
you leaned forward, lips brushing the tip, his salty taste filling your senses.
you moan softly, the sound vibrating against him, making him curse.
his grip on your hair tightened.
you finally take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head before you slide down taking him deeper.
the stretch was intense, tears welling in your eyes from the sheer size of him, the weight of him making you sputter as you try to breathe through your nose.
you hollow your cheeks, sucking gently, and he groans, hips twitching forward.
“that’s it,” he growls.
“such a good girl. look at you, taking my cock so well.”
you whine against him.
“fuck, keep doing that”
you bobbed your head, setting a rhythm, hand working what you cannot take inside your mouth, making gagging noises, which encourages him further.
his pleasing noises make you squeeze your thighs together, tears spilling down your cheeks.
the taste of him grows stronger as he spills more precum on your tongue and you savor it hungrily.
your other hand cup his heavy balls, fondling and massaging them, to your liking, and he hisses.
his hips start to move, fucking your mouth with quick thrusts.
taking what he wants from you.
“oh god, your mouth feels like heaven.” he rasps.
voice filled with awe and desperation.
his words spur you on and you take him deeper into your mouth, trying to relax your throat in order to fight the urge to gag.
the way he fills you so completely.
taking over you.
you don’t stop, driven by the need to make him feel as cherished as he makes you feel, how he always puts your needs before his, when he deserved to be pleasured as well.
he’s close, you can tell—his breathing turns heavy, thrusts erratic, cock twitching against your tongue.
“you’re gonna make me come,” he warns.
“you want it, baby? want me to come in this pretty mouth of yours?”
you nod as best as you can, your needy noises expressing your request for him to let go.
your mouth worked faster.
and he finally lets out a strained groan, spilling in your mouth, hips stuttering.
the taste was overwhelming.
you swallow every drop, some of his release dripping down your chin, but you lick them like a good girl.
licking the excess fluid off his cock.
cleaning every single drop.
trembling above you as he comes down, fingers stroking your hair, his eyes half lidded and jaw clenched.
he pulls you to your feet immediately, kissing you hungrily, tasting himself on your tongue.
“you’re incredible,” he breathes.
“i don’t deserve you.”
before you can deny him, his hands are on you again, lifting you effortlessly, legs wrapping around his waist and he presses you back against the wall.
your chest heaved with your pants from his manhandling, the strength in his arms.
“i need to be inside you,” he growls.
“now.”
his cock hard again, or maybe it never softened.
it finds your cunt like a magnet, pressing against your slick folds like it's meant to be there and you whimper, core aching with need.
he doesn’t tease, doesn’t make you wait.
knowing time was running out.
he lines himself up to your slit, thrusting into you in one smooth motion, filling you up and you forget to breathe.
“gahhh, shit! taehyung!”
the stretch burned, but the pain soon mixes with pleasure, your head falling back against the wall.
he groans at the feel of your cunt clenching around him, forehead falling against yours.
“you're so tight and warm, my love.” his voice breaks.
“so damn good”
he starts to move, thrusting deep, yet quick, each one hitting that spot inside you, making you tremble in his arms.
your body losing strength to hold yourself up, only supported by his arms, knowing he won't ever let you fall.
trusting him with everything.
his powerful hands supported you, anchoring you to him, fucking you with a desperation that matches your own.
you call out his name, voice high and broken, nails raking down his back, leaving red, burning scratches all over his skin.
the sound of you both going at it drowns out the jazz still playing in the background.
your breasts bounce with each thrust, his tongue exploring your mouth almost matching with the motion of his thrusts.
all your loud moans and whimpers swallowed by his mouth.
“mhmm, ahnnn.” you gasp, on his mouth.
your noises encouraging him further to fuck you stupid against the wall.
“you’re mine.”
his palm lands a sharp spank on your bouncing ass and you let out a startled scream, his hips snapping.
harder and faster.
“say it, baby. tell me you're mine.”
his voice possessive and angry, but there's also a hint of vulnerability.
a need for reassurance, making your heart ache.
he was overthinking.
“i’m yours tae!” you chant, voice breaking.
“always, always only yours”
the words pushed him over the edge, hands bruising your ass while he pounds you to his liking.
you bite his shoulder to ground yourself, pussy clenching around his cock constantly, as the pressure builds.
“come on,” he commands.
“i wanna feel you come on my cock like a good slut.”
his hands slips between you, fingers finding your clit like an expert, rubbing tight, quick circles, and you see stars.
“ah, oh, fuck, fuck—”
you felt dizzy, head swimming as the pleasure makes you shatter so fast.
“gosh, taehyung!”
voice raw, pussy pulsing around him, milking his cock as you come.
he follows moments later, letting out an animal growl, cock pulsing, and he finally spills inside you, filling you to the brim.
his release warm inside you, making you shudder against him, biting his chest needily.
“damn it.” he pants.
his thrusts slow and gentle now, drawing out the aftershocks until you are squirming in his arms, tears brimming your eyes.
he holds there, pinned to the wall, cock softening inside you.
you both cling to each other, a tangled mess of sweaty bodies not caring about anything but each other.
the room quiet now except for both your ragged breaths, the jazz playing in the background and the romantic song matching both your current state.
“i will miss you,” he whispers, voice choked.
“i’m gonna miss you every day.”
you cling to him, face burying in his shoulder, a few tears leaving you.
“i love you, tae,” you whimper
“i promise.”
the weight of tomorrow presses, heavily.
but for now.
you hold each other, everything else forgotten, every fear in the back of your minds.
love the only thing existing.
the night felt endless, raw desire and pained love filling the bedroom with heat.
the air heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal, your shared smell, the sheets tangled messily, soaking with dampness, clinging to both of your skin.
the only sounds—creak of the bed, skin slapping against skin along with your pleased noises, and his rough breathings.
the clock ticked on the nightstand.
a devastation.
counting down the hours until taehyung was gone.
but in this moment, time felt like an enemy, each touch and moan felt like you both wanted to hold it against the coming separation.
taehyung was possessed with wild feral need, a beast with relentless energy, on a mission to unravel you and test your limits.
his dark hair was a sweaty mess clinging to his forehead, eyes were feral with a mix of rage, hunger, and love.
his muscles flexed with every movement of his, unbeatable strength driving him further into ruining you.
his cock standing proudly, hard and leaking precum, thrashing despite using it several times now.
and the breath leaves your lungs, shocked at his crazed need to own you.
never getting enough of you.
your pussy clenched with a need that feels almost painful, core swollen from all it has endured, but the slickness dripping out of you said otherwise.
wanting him for the last time before morning arrives.
and everything ends.
“mhnmm,” he growls.
“i’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight, you’ll feel me for weeks… mm, you’ll feel me every time you sit or walk.”
your stomach knots under his gaze, he looks at you all over, memorizing all your trembles and reactions completely.
the intensity makes you feel exposed yet treasured in a way that has your lips parted trying to breathe as much as you can.
you’re spread across the bed, skin flushed with slick and sweat. your thighs slick with arousal, the cool air making your pussy throb with an ache.
your cunt sensitive from hours of his touch, yet you crave more.
always craving more.
your breasts felt tender and way too painfully sensitive, nipples hardened from the night's earlier attentions, along with your swollen reddened lips from his relentless kisses and makeouts.
“hnn tae,” you mewled.
“take me, please…”
he doesn’t hesitate, movements quick, crawling over you and his lips crash against yours, tonguing your mouth.
his arousal clinged to your tongue as well, and all of it mixing together to make a lewd taste.
that has you both moaning.
your hands clawed at his shoulders, nails scraping the already marked skin from earlier actions, making him hiss.
“this pussy is dripping for me, begging for my cock…”
“you’re gonna take my cock like a good naughty girl, hmm? want me to fill you up, make you scream… yeah?”
his dirty words make you pant and you nod, breath hitching as he grips your wrists, pinning them above your head with one large hand.
the restraint has your body arch towards him, instinctively, body completely in control of him.
turning you on further.
his fingers caress your soaked folds, parting them, sliding through your slickness, gathering them and teasing your slit.
you let out a whiny sigh, thighs parting further for him.
“tae… baby, please, i need you.”
the endearment for him rushes out of your mouth, a rare nickname for him that rarely slips out of you, due to your shyness.
and it makes him growl, satisfied, instantly rewarding you by plunging two of his thick fingers inside you.
“hahh, gosh!” you moan.
he starts scissoring his fingers, stroking your spot and you are a mess, writhing against the bed, hips starting to rock against him at the motion of his thrusts.
“yes, yes, yes, oh.”
you chant.
your noises spilled out unconsciously, trying to quiet yourself as he works you open for him.
“that’s it, love”
eyes fixed on your face, taking in all your reactions, making sure to go along with it, knowing exactly what you like, like the back of his hand.
“don’t hold back, sweet girl,” he coaxes you.
“let everyone know how much you love my fingers in your tight little pussy… how it greedily sucks me in.”
his thumb finds your clit, circling it and your body jerks towards him.
his lips fall on your collarbone, leaving marks everywhere, sucking the marked skin from earlier, turning them purple.
making sure the marks last you for weeks.
a reminder of him every time you look at a mirror, his love tattooed to your skin.
“taehyung, please… ohh, stop—stop teasing me! i need you—you inside me.”
you struggle to speak between your moans, voice breaking.
he groans, withdraws his fingers out of you with a wet squelch, bringing them to his mouth.
the sight of him licking your arousal off his fingers—eyes locked on yours, tongue slow as he savors each drop—makes you grind on his thigh, humping him like a bunny in heat, whimpers sputtering out of you.
shame and shyness at the back of your mind.
nothing makes sense to you anymore.
all you wanted was him and the connection.
“shhh, don’t be such a dirty slut, baby.”
he rasps, steadying your moving thighs, stopping you from relief, and you pout.
“i could eat you the whole night, but i need to be inside you.” he exclaims, roughly.
positioning himself between your legs, keeps your legs spread and without warning, he penetrates you.
burying himself with a fast, brutal thrust.
“oh my god, taehyung, fuck!” you scream.
he grunts, beginning to move at a fast pace.
pounding you or ruining you.
you couldn’t understand.
he reached such depths inside you, you didn’t know existed, almost reaching your stomach and your wails came out freely.
“fuck, this cunt is all mine, yeah? made for my cock…”
he laughs darkly, a sex demon in his place and you almost couldn’t recognize him, hand fisting the sheets, burying your face in them.
“fucking answer me, slut!”
he lashes out, fingers finding your clit and pinching it hard and you let out a scream, soon turning into a sob.
“yes, yes, only yours, tae, too much.” you hiccup.
he hums his approval, bed shaking beneath you, the headboard hitting the wall with each of his thrusts.
his cock hits that spot inside you with every thrust, a torture that has your toes curling, breasts bouncing for his eyes.
you moaned, hips automatically pulling away from the pleasure, not understanding whether you want more or it's too much.
“don’t run, baby…”
gripping your wrists tighter, pinning you in place.
“mhhh—you love this, don’t you? love being stretched to your limits?”
his hips puncturing each of his words inside you and you let out a sob at his words, body arching to meet his, hand gripping wherever you can on his body.
he releases your wrists, griped your hips instead, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
he angles you to take him deeper, thrusts growing more forceful and the sound of skin slapping against skin gets louder, his grunts escaping along with your mindless noises.
“i love you,” he signs.
“shit, i can’t—i hate leaving you like this. i wanna stay here, fucking you, loving you forever...”
his anger can be heard in his words, thrusts turning angry, a glare etched his eyebrows.
“i love you, tae.”
“always—gahh hahhh—”
he leans down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, teeth grazing it.
the dual sensation—his cock pounding into you, mouth on your breast—too much.
you cannot take it.
“come for me, darling. show me how much you love my cock.”
his own voice strained.
his words pushed you over the edge and you shatter, orgasm breaking through you and you scream loudly in between your sobs.
“tae! mmphhh, nooo.”
your pussy pulsed and clenched on him, his hips faltering.
he doesn’t stop.
doesn’t give you a moment to recover.
he pulls out and the sudden emptiness has you whimpering, but he's already flipping you onto your stomach, hands rough and urgent.
“on your knees.” he barks.
you obey, body trembling and controlled by him, sensing his anger.
all this will soon be over in a few hours.
you lifted your hips, ass presenting to him, pussy gaping after being stretched, giving him a good view of your insides and your release dripping out, folds swollen.
your tight ring just above clenching pathetically, slicked as well.
“goddamnit!” he growls.
you jump at how unrestrained and possessed he seemed right now, both of you wild and feeling madness overtake.
his hands grip your cheeks, spreading you open more, taking a good look at your bottom, your both holes.
you let out a trembling whimper, hiding your face in the sheets, overtaken by shame, but your hips still rocked towards him.
wanting him.
“such pretty holes for me. you're going to take me so good, mhmm?” he breathes.
he thrusts into you again, the new angle getting him a lot deeper than expected.
“ahh, tae, too much—too—”
your voice cracks, hands fisting the sheets, burying your face in them and biting on a pillow, trying to ground yourself.
almost tearing the fabric in the process.
his hips slam against your ass, eyes fixed on your bouncing ass and the way his cock plunges in and out of your sopping pussy.
coated with your arousal.
a sight that will be a permanent thing in his memory for the lonely nights in the military.
he trembles, his own moans leaving as he continues drilling into you, balls slapped against your clit with every thrust, sending jolts of painful pleasure into you.
your body instinctively moves away, his fingers quickly grabbing a handful of your hair, pulling you to meet his thrusts and the pain along with pleasure has you letting out cries.
your throat aching from the constant noises.
“ah, you’re my girl for sure.” he praises.
he reached around, palming your pussy, tapping your clit with his fingers a few times, enough to make you scream.
“taehyung. taehyung. taehyung”
you call out his name repetitively, mindless, only capable of uttering his name.
“i’m gonna, ahhah, come again.”
he grunts, thrusts growing erratic, control leaving him.
“do it, baby, let me feel you fall apart for me once again”
you scream, vision going white, coming once again, losing count of how many orgasms you've had in a day.
your body hurt, achy core swollen, body falling limp onto the bed.
he follows you soon, his groan primal, cock pulsing, spilling inside you, filling you up until it hurts.
a pain you welcomed.
“fuck” he pants.
he collapses onto you, his weight heavy and making you feel secure, breath hot against your neck.
“you’re everything”
your body still shook, which he tries to soothe by lovingly caressing your back.
but he’s not done.
the night still there, a need still wanting to be quenched.
he pulls out, making you whimper and he flips you onto your back again, eyes dark.
“i need more,” he growls.
“you know i won’t stop until you say the safe word, love…”
his words final and he spreads your legs, eyes locking onto your pussy, dripping with his release mixed with yours and he snarls loudly at the sight.
your body weak as your toes curled, almost like you're preparing yourself for the long night ahead.
he leans down, not being able to help himself, tongue capturing the little overstimulated bud that has been palpitating needily.
your body jerked.
“hnnngg! tae, please, i can't anymore—”
you sniffed, tears streaming but he didn’t listen, tongue collecting both of your arousals mixed together, humming at the taste, sucking until you let out a broken wail.
your mouth parted, drool spilling onto the sheets.
your thighs shook around his head and he finally decides to give you a break, letting you breathe.
he slowly faces you, lips glistening, kissing you, sucking onto your bottom lip, letting you taste the combination.
“i’m so angry i have to leave you.”
his words were angry as you see his nostrils flare, and you grip onto his hair, sucking his tongue needily.
“come back to me soon, tae… come home.”
still struggling to speak from your intense orgasms, you could feel your heart breaking, a feeling that was more painful than anything.
home.
a word that he knew was only associated with you.
home was where you are.
“always... my precious girl.”
his eyes locked onto yours and the endearment of his words, the connection between the two of you had tears streaming down your eyes, his own tears mixing with yours.
him not being able to stay strong any further. you cling to each other, never wanting to let go.
hating the universe for separating you both
the night continues in a rush of different positions, each one more desperate than the other.
he takes you on your side, one leg hooked over his shoulder, cock hitting deep.
you also ride his cock, which turned into him fucking you against the headboard, your back pressed against the wood.
your screams and cries echoed through the night, filling the room along with his occasional groans and ragged breaths.
by dawn, you both were spent.
the room heavy with the scent of sex.
you collapsed together, naked and tangled, bodies no longer able to move, drained of all its energy.
the morning light hits you through the bedroom window, unforgiving, the reality of what's about to happen sinking in.
the tangled, damp sheets clings to both of you, the faint red marks on your body and his, from the passion and roughness of last night.
the air still thick with the obscene smell of sweat and sex from what you and taehyung shared.
your body ached intensely, each muscle raw and painful from hours of lovemaking.
but it doesn’t compare to the pain in your heart.
a wound that's threatening to break you completely.
you stirred, fighting against the exhaustion, and the first thing you feel was that taehyung's still inside you.
his cock, now softened but heavy, remains nestled deep inside your pussy, a connection that felt like a lifeline in this moment.
he didn’t want to let you go.
so he stayed inside while you were unconscious in tiredness, asleep.
the sensation was overwhelming—binding you together physically as if that can even stop what's about to happen soon.
your walls pulse softly around him, still sensitive from the night's intensity, each flutter on your oversensitive core, sending you gasping.
the warmth of him inside you grounded you, reminding you of the way he claimed you.
just an hour ago.
you’re sprawled across his chest, cheek pressed against his hard muscle, his heartbeat lulling you.
his skin was still slightly slicked with sweat and you look up at him, watching him sleep so peacefully, the sight bringing fresh tears to your eyes.
his lips slightly parted, skin flushed, in that moment he looked so innocent, so peaceful, away from all the worries in the world, just resting, something so rare.
a sight you will lose for long months.
you placed a soft kiss on his chest, just below his nipple, tasting the saltiness of his sweat.
the cockwarming felt more than physical—a refusal to let go even in sleep.
your pussy stretched and full and every breath you took shifts you slightly, causing him to press further into your inner walls.
your breath hitched, a moan escaping.
it's not arousal, not exactly, your body was too spent for that.
but a deep, aching connection
a need to hold onto him in every possible way.
you felt vulnerable, heart breaking into pieces at the thought of losing this closeness. the sensation of being connected to him felt both comforting and torturous.
you pressed closer to him, fingers curling onto his chest.
as if you can keep him here.
make him stay.
taehyung’s arms are wrapped around you, one hand resting possessively on your hip, the other tangling in your hair as if he’s afraid to let go even in sleep.
his chest rising and falling with his breaths, but there’s a tension in his body.
you shift slightly, his cock twitching inside you and you let out a quiet whimper, body too tired to respond fully but you are too aware of him, so you cannot ignore it.
your movement felt by him and he soon wakes, breath hitching as he realizes that it's morning now.
the thought settling over him like dread.
“morning, sweet girl.” he murmurs.
his voice raspy and deep from sleep.
you knew he was trying to lighten your mood.
but it wasn’t working, it ached you further hearing his voice.
his lips brushed your forehead, lingering there, feeling his lips tremble, his emotions can be felt just from that simple touch alone.
his cock still inside you and he doesn’t move to pull out as if he were too clinging to the final moment of connection.
“so warm, so perfect around me… god, i don’t want to leave this—leave you.”
his voice almost breaking with his own pain, your chest tightened, throat constricting with unshed tears.
you tilt your head to meet his and the sight of his eyes—red rimmed along with exhaustion but still expressed so much love for you just with his eyes alone.
the stubble on his jaw gives him a rugged, almost broken beauty.
“tae” you breathe.
his face was blurry with the tears you cannot hold back anymore, buring your face in his chest, wanting to escape this moment so bad.
but his fingers grip your chin, turning your face to his, gaze intense, demanding the truth.
“i’m—i’m gonna miss you.” you confess, shakily.
his jaw clenched and you can see the flash of anger in his face—anger at the fact that he has to leave you, that you are crying.
he hates being the reason for your tears.
he feels like killing himself if that will stop you from crying, from hurting.
“fuck this,” he spits out.
“i don’t want to go, baby. i can't—”
he swallows hard, brows furrowing in pain.
“i can't leave you like this, still wrapped around me, so mine... this is killing me.”
his hands tighten on your waist, fingers digging into your skin, with a desperate need to hold onto you.
you’re crying now, silent tears streamed down your face, he cups your face in his hand, thumbs brushing away your tears.
his tenderness making you cry harder.
his warm touch not enough to dull the grief you were facing.
“i’ll wait for you, tae. i promise, until you return.”
his eyes soften, but the anger still there.
“i’m coming back to you. nothing, absolutely no fucking thing, will keep me from you… i swear it, hm?”
his hand holds you to him tightly, the movement causing his cock to shift inside you, you shudder against him.
he lets out a deep, tortured groan, forehead meeting yours.
“you’re my only girl.”
you whimper at his words, his endless love for you and how he makes you feel so important.
so needed.
“i want to stay like this forever.” he murmurs.
you nod, tears falling faster, he captures your lips, desperately, with a mix of sorrow.
his tongue claims your mouth with a hunger that makes your heart race, you kiss him back with equal fevor, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan.
you feel him twitch inside you.
when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, hands still cupping your face.
“promise me you’ll take care of yourself,” he commands.
“eat properly, don’t skip meals. you know i don’t like it, yeah? and i need you strong and healthy, waiting for me… promise me, come on.”
his voice authoritative in a way that makes a small smile tug at your lips, a hushed chuckle leaving you that makes him smile in return.
him always fussing over to take care of you in other days made you amused, tease him, but now it felt too wrong.
too heartbreaking.
“i promise.” you tremble.
he nods, eyes searching yours, memorizing all your features for one last time.
“and sleep well.” he continues.
voice almost pleading.
“don’t stay up all night worrying about me, tiring yourself. if you’re not okay, i won’t be either… so be a good girl for me.”
you lean into his touch, tears soaking his skin.
“i’ll try,” you whimper.
“for you, i’ll try.”
he exhales shakily, pecking your lips.
“i love you.”
“you’re my reason. don’t ever forget that.” he whispers.
finally he moves, his cock slipping out of you, with a wet sound, you both gasp at the loss of him so suddenly after being full the entire night.
leaving you hollow.
your pussy gapes before clenching around nothing and you let out a whine, the sudden absence almost painful.
“i’m sorry, my love.” he croaks, hurt in his voice.
kissing your nose, he helps you settle against the pillows, hands gentle but trembling.
the room already felt cold without his arms wrapped around you and you bite your bottom lip trying to hide a wail, pulling the sheets around your naked body.
a shield against the reality of his departure.
taehyung stands, broad shoulder decorated with red marks from your nails, occurred from your desperation.
his skin holding your marks.
he moves to the dresser, pulling out the neatly folded military uniform that’s been waiting like a burden all week.
the olive green fabric was a sharp difference from the soft masculine clothes he usually wears and the contrast breaks your heart a little more.
he dresses with a quiet intensity as if getting ready for a war he doesn’t want to fight.
being forced to do this.
the uniform hugs his muscles tightly and the sight of him in it was both breathtaking and devastating for you.
he looked like a soldier.
strong and determined.
but the slump of his shoulders and his clenched jaw proved that he was breaking inside.
shattering.
he catches you watching him, a flash of raw pain etches his features.
“don’t look at me like that, princess,” he pleads.
“you’re making it harder.”
but he crosses the room in two strides, dropping to his knees beside the bed, hand reaching for yours.
he pressed your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles with so much adoration you cannot breathe, his own hand shaking.
“i need you to be strong for me”
“eat and sleep well. do it for me, my love, because i'm coming back… and i need you whole when i do.”
“i will.” you sob, voice barely there.
he stands up, pulling you in his arms, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one softer and gentler, trying to savor you.
his hands cupped your face, thumbs wipe away your tears when his own are spilling.
the saltiness of both your tears being tasted and shared between you.
last shared kiss.
one last time.
“i’ll write to you.” he says.
once he pulls back, voice fierce and determined.
“every chance i get, and when i’m back. i’m never letting you again… you'll be mine forever.”
he stands, grabbing the duffel bag that’s been packed and waited by the door.
you follow him to the doorway, the sheets wrapped around your bare body, legs unsteady, each step aching your core from all it endured last night.
but it wasn’t enough to stop your cries, or the pain of him leaving you for so long.
he turned to you one last time, eyes burning with love and rage, his jaw ticking at how helpless he felt.
“i love you”
he breathes, rough hand coming up to caress your cheek one last time.
“always”
and then he’s gone.
just like that.
the door closes behind him with a soft click, and you're left empty, all alone.
you collapsed to the floor, sobs leaving your mouth, freely now, no longer holding back as you poured out all your emotions.
your pained cries echoing in the room, the empty room taunting you.
his scent still on your skin, his warmth in the sheets.
but it's never enough.
it's not him.
but it will be all you have left to cling to in the long months ahead, his love for you the only anchor.
until he returns.
back to your arms, but this time no world to pull you both apart.
All the BTS fics I have read since being on Tumblr pt3
Changed the colors to match with joon
Guys I don’t think I’m ever going to finish this (I’m on Tumblr 24/7 and I read all the time)
Thank you so much for reading my two previous posts I hope I gave you the opportunity to see new writers here !!!!
ALSO ! Sorry in advance to any writers who I have spammed on my previous posts !
Unfortunately there were so many fics which didn’t exist anymore for me to put here!
Guys my iCloud storage has been begging me to clear it up (half of my photos are screenshots of the fics I want to put on my posts, which is the reason why these come out so fast!)
Let’s goooo
96. Beneath our friendship (dom!jimin x sub!femreader)(college au, friends to lovers)(s)
97. Stuck with you (ceo dom!jimin x employee sub!femreader)(s)
98. Tiny heartbeats (ok so i think both fics are jk based but there are probably gonna be released with other members!? )(s)
Never been thinking of getting pregnant in my entire life but oh the thought and fantasy…
99. Pierced desires (tattoo artist!jungkook x badass fem!reader)(s)
All by @gukcnt
GUYS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND IT IS THAT SERIOUS
All of their promts are so 😮💨😮💨
100. Obsessive older brother’s bff jk x y/n (s)
101. Illegal street fighter jk x y/n (s)
102. Obsessive best friend jk x y/n (s)
All by @ohhowjooniewept
raw
103. Weight of wanting (Jeon Jungkook x (fem) reader )(s) @jjkssin 💕
104. Bad boy jungkook and part 2 (bad boy!jk x nerdy!reader) (s)
105. Big Stepper (big Namjoon x reader)(s)
Someone hold me back
All by @milk-moonbunnies
106. Cum Laude (professor x student (uni))(s)
107. Game boy (gamer!jungkook × f!reader) (s)
108. House rules (single dad!Jungkook × f!reader)(s)
All by @youthguk
109. Veins of royal obsession (taehyung x reader)(supernatural au)(s)
110. Governor’s secrets (jungkook x reader)(dark themes, age gap)(s)
Crazy read
111. Crowned lies (Jungkook x reader) (dark romance, royal au) (s)
I go crazy for historical shit
All by @riri01vbbe
112. For your eyes only (idol!jungkook x non-idol!(f)reader) (s)
113. Heart notes (chaebol!jungkook x singer!(f)reader x idol!kimtaehyung)(s)
Both by @femme11fatale
114. Tenure (teacher Jungkook x fem teacher reader) (s)
Tenure is my endgame
Been waiting for part three since foreverrrr
115. All Aisle ever need (Jungkook x fem reader)(s)
Both by @keen-li
116. Moonlight by @gimmethatagustd (Jimin x Reader)(s)
117. Lemme take care of you by @ahgasegotarmy116 (Baby Mamma oc x Baby Daddy Jungkook) (s)
118. Get back at him by @letjungcoook7 (jungkook x fem!reader)(s)
119. Slipped then dipped by @ggukool (jeon jungkook x fem!reader) (s)
120. The little prince by @jigglyjeon (jungkook x fem!reader) (s)
121. Wh*re house by @littlegochu (athlete!jungkook x college!femreader) (s)
122. 30 days with sex by @dailynnt (Jeon Jungkook x The Reader, Jungkook x Y/N)(s)
123. Donor by @jeonstudios (sperm donor!jk x f!reader)(s)
This one’s discontinued😭😭
124. Just a dent baby by @jkwrites-m (tattoo artist!Jungkook x female reader)(s)
125. Fucking you right by @babystarbun (alpha!jungkook x omega!reader) (s)
126. Drown in your body @sparklingchim (werewolf!jungkook x human!reader)(s)
127. There you are by @kkukverse (alpha!jk x omega!reader)(s)
128. Between shifts and walls by @pojkyo (jungkook x reader)
129. Stuck with you by @luvismenu (jungkook x fem!reader)
130. Did you forget that it was you who said goodbye by @cheeseceli (Jungkook x reader)
131. Fine line by @blushedarmybunny (Jeon Jungkook x fem reader)
132. Thurst trap(s) (dom!jimin x sub!reader)(s)
133. Service fees(dom!jungkook x sub!reader)(s)
Both by @espressojoons
134. Golden Cufflinks by @colormepurplex2 (Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader)(s)
135. You know how to ball, I know Aristotle @kookiesncreamri ( fem!reader x bball player!JK)(s)
136. One bed in Belize by @stobitproductions (classmates/group partners to lovers, Jungkook x reader) (s)
One of my fav tropes
137. Proximity by @joonam (Chaebol!Jungkook x Reader (f))
138. Angel for sale by @n33mesis (mafia yoongi x female reader x male oc)(s)
139. Therapised by @runariya (best friend!Jungkook x f.reader) (s)
140. Mad by @hoseoksluna (possessive!boyfriend!jungkook x f. reader) (s)
I remember going crazy over this
That is 100% recommended
141. Notes & Pages by @feelthemadnessinside (Namjoon x Un-namedFem!OC) (s)
This community needs more joon fics because the moment one is released the crowd goes crazy
142. A billion lies between us by @inkedwithcharm (Jeon Jungkook × Reader (Y/N))(s)
Some people are just God’s favourite and they write the finest pieces of work just like that
143. The space between us by @fuieqo (jungkook x oc)
145. The girl next door by @cgvejjk (neighbor!jk x neighbor!reader)(s)
All my neighbours are old people 😭
Where is MY hot neighbour 🤬🤬
146. I want you to stay by @ahundredtimesover (Jungkook x (f.) Reader)(s)
147. Juno by @buryhny (friends to lovers jungkook x reader)(s)
I’m a sucker for pregnancy fics
GUYS THAT WAS IT
ALL MY SCREENSHOTS ARE NOW GONE
Don’t worry I did actually save new ones yesterday 😭😭
If I’m calculating this correctly it is about three more long posts 😭😩🙂
I’m thinking maybe of taking a different tho
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