n. n. n. - third to lose: november 14th ⋆˙⟡
n. n. n. (a ltd. series) masterlist general masterlist ⋆˙⟡ wc: 2.1k ⋆˙⟡ reader: gender neutral; all inclusive. NO pronouns used to refer to reader (not even they/them). there are TWO smut versions: please read the correctly indicated sections for afab and amab readers. ⋆˙⟡ warnings: 18+ explicit smut; MINORS DNI!!!! specific smut warnings for this chapter are located under the cut ⋆˙⟡ summary: taerae and bestfriend!reader are finally a couple. sure, taerae's a virgin, but what's really keeping him from changing that? ⋆˙⟡ series summary: eight idiots make a bet amongst themselves to win no nut november. get ready for a very interesting month! i know everyone loves when taerae gives head so. a little more fuel to the fire for ya ;)
EXPLICIT SMUT WARNINGS: oral (taerae giving, either afab!reader or amab!reader receiving depending on your selected version); taerae is a virgin so some discussion around that; that's kind of it! this is a little romantic slice of pie
you’d been dating taerae for a little under two weeks now, and you’d never been happier. you’re not really sure how you lucked out like this, but it honestly felt like you’d won the lottery. obviously everything was still so new, and it’d feel extra exciting for a while, but taerae was already the best boyfriend you’d ever had. he was compassionate, attentive, and made you feel so safe.
you’d been friends with taerae since middle school, having met singing in the youth choir at church together. your and the other childrens’ families would often have meals together after mass, and tell you to go run off and play together after dinner was finished. while the other kids played games, you and tae preferred to keep playing music. at first, you just parallel played together, taerae strumming his guitar and you playing some chords on the piano— completely separate from each other but only a few feet apart. but one day, tae started playing on his guitar an old song that your mother used to play for you and you couldn’t help but start to quietly hum along.
you’d been essentially inseparable ever since.
but how you came to fall in love with your best friend? you’re not really sure. and that’s kind of the best part. it just happened. though you’d grown up in a fairly conservative household, going to college for theater had really opened your eyes to a whole new world. though you don’t feel like you ever went “off the rails,” you had certainly gained more life experience than you’d ever imagined in the past few years.
there were more than a few times you’d given yourself to potential partners just to have your heart smashed into a million little pieces.
and tae was always there to pick them up and put them back together for you. you never asked him to. he just did.
and he was the only one who could.
this last time, only a few weeks ago, you were surprised, but you didn’t really feel as badly as you usually did. you’d started to figure out in therapy that you’d been pursuing people romantically that you subconsciously knew weren’t right for you— that you knew would end up hurting you. something about self-sabotage and low self-esteem.
you told tae about what happened and, while he was pouring you a glass of wine on the floor of your little studio apartment, something dawned on you.
“why does this never happen to you?” you asked him suddenly. taerae stared wide-eyed at you, the wine glass overflowing in his inattention.
“fuck,” he cursed, running over to your kitchen counter and grabbing some paper towels, dabbing at the small spot on the floor, and handing you the glass. “sorry.”
“it’s fine,” you said with a shrug, taking a sip from the too-full glass. “i—... should i not have asked that?”
he shook his head a bit too quickly. “no, it’s okay.”
“i just—... i mean, is there someone else that you tell about your breakups?” you asked with a frown. “that’s not really fair, is it? that i’m the only one that has to look hopeless?”
“it’s not that i’m not telling you,” taerae replied after a long moment, looking down at the floor to avoid your gaze. “i just—... i don’t have anything to tell.”
you stared at him as you considered this, before throwing your head back in laughter. “there’s no fucking way.”
taerae bit his lip, turning a light shade of crimson. “i’m telling the truth.”
“but—… but that doesn’t make any sense,” you replied, tilting your head to the side in confusion. “how could you have never dated anyone? are you—... are you, just, like, not into that? because that’s totally okay, i just didn’t know that—.”
“i am,” he interjected suddenly, shaking his head in annoyance.
“oh,” you said awkwardly. “so… you just, like, haven’t found the right person or something?”
taerae nodded after a moment. “yeah… or something.”
“so, you like someone? really!?” you’d exclaimed, punching his arm lightly in excitement. “why haven’t you gone for it yet?”
he sighed heavily. “i just don’t think they’d be into me that way.”
you frowned. “why wouldn’t they be?”
“uh,” taerae stuttered, swallowing hard as he looked down at his lap. “i just don’t think they would be, is all.”
“well, you’ll never know if you don’t try!” you said, nudging him with your elbow playfully. “i mean, look at me. i try and try and try and still have nothing to show for it. but it hasn’t killed me yet! and someday, i’ll try again, and it will finally all have been worth it. at least, that’s what i keep telling myself anyway.”
taerae’s brow furrowed as he met your gaze. “i’m sorry it didn’t work out again. that guy was just a douchebag.”
you shrugged. “i’m not really that upset, to be honest.”
his eyebrows raise in surprise. “you’re not?”
you shook your head decisively. “i’m not. that guy was a douchebag. and so was the one before him. and the one before him. i shouldn’t really be letting douchebags affect me that much anymore. and… i’m not going to date them anymore either. or, at least, i’m going to really and truly try my best not to.”
taerae smirked at you. “welcome to your age of enlightenment, (y/n). fucking took you long enough.”
you pinched his cheek, right where the dimple caved in. he couldn’t help but laugh as he tried, in vain, to pull away from your grasp. no matter how much he struggled, you both knew that he loved it.
and you loved him.
you let go of him immediately, your hand falling to your lap as you processed the thought you just had. of course you loved taerae. he was your best friend. so then why was your heart racing at that thought?
“so, uh, no offense, but,” taerae said, one eyebrow raised at you quizzically, “if you’re all fine and dandy… why did you tell me to come over immediately? and why did i buy this expensive bottle of wine?”
you thought for a long moment and then told him the truth. “because i wanted to see you.”
“oh, you’re such a schmoozer,” taerae replied with a laugh.
“i’m serious,” you said quickly, watching as his expression softened. “i don’t see hardly enough of you now that you’re a super cool, famous idol guy.”
“is that what you think i am?” he asked with a smirk.
you nodded. “a super cool, famous idol guy that shouldn’t be afraid to tell someone you like them. because, whoever it is, they’ll like you back. they have to.”
you weren’t sure why you were saying this. especially since there was a very sudden, very weird pit of jealousy actively growing in your stomach as your spoke. but what you were saying was true. there wasn’t a more genuine guy on the planet than your best friend. he always was there to pick you back up and encourage you to try to be happy again. and he deserved to be happy too.
“then what would you suggest i do?” he asked quietly, eyes meeting yours. “how do i tell them?”
“i don’t really think it matters,” you replied honestly. “it just matters that you do. so just—.”
“i love you.”
you blinked back at taerae, trying to justify his statement. “um, yeah. that would probably work when you—.”
“i love you,” he said, this time emphasizing the last word. “(y/n), i love you. not just like a friend. i don’t really know when it started, but it did. you asked why i’d never dated anyone before. it wasn’t intentional. i didn’t know how i felt about you until a few months ago. i think i’d just been denying it so that i wouldn’t ruin anything. but i just… i guess i was never really interested in anyone because they weren’t you.”
you were shocked. less by the confession and more by the fact that it didn’t scare you one bit. it felt easy. it felt right. you were excited, but not in the way you’d always been before, which drove you so crazy you felt like you could jump off of a bridge.
your best friend was in love with you?
thank fucking god.
so you just leaned in and kissed him.
and that was how it all started. and everything had been perfect since. one of the best things about dating your best friend was how great of an excuse it was to hang out with your best friend.
now it’s november 12th and you’d seen taerae about six or seven times since his confession. even in between rehearsals for zb1’s comeback and for your senior thesis play, you’d found ways to sneak in time together as frequently as possible. tonight, you’re snuggled up on your couch together, watching some silly documentary about an old amusement park.
you look over at him and smile. he has his glasses on so he can see the television and one of his hands is tangled in his hair.
he’s so pretty like this.
it’s a thought you just can’t stop having these days. it’s a fairly harmless thought on his own, but the fact that it’s almost always followed by another thought that renders is a gateway drug:
i want to eat him alive.
so you found your boyfriend attractive? so you thought about what it would be like to have sex with your boyfriend? was that really so wrong?
what you did find a bit strange, however, was that the night that taerae had confessed to you, he’d been quite touchy and forward. though you didn’t go further, you’d made out quite a bit, and it had gotten you more hot and bothered than you thought. taerae’s lips were big and soft and there was something so playful about his kissing style.
you just wanted more.
but since then, taerae had barely touched you. he’d given you pecks on the lips and cuddled with you during movies, but that was it. lying with him now, you can’t help but wonder if you’d pushed him too far the first night and perhaps he wasn’t ready for intimacy like that.
or maybe he’d realized he’d made a huge mistake confessing to you and he didn’t know how to back out of it.
whatever it was, you decide now that it’s better to bite the bullet.
“are you attracted to me?” you ask bluntly, causing taerae to choke on the sip of water he just took.
“WHAT!?” he exclaims, mouth hanging open at your question. “of course i am! why would you ask that?”
you pout back at him. “i dunno. i just—... i’m honestly not really used to someone i’m dating not trying to get in my pants right away.”
taerae frowns. “is it a bad thing to be a gentleman?”
“of course not,” you reply with a sigh. “i’m glad you don’t have ulterior motives. i didn’t think you would, but still.”
“so why would you ask if i’m attracted to you?”
“i—... i guess i’m just a little confused,” you admit honestly. “you were all over me the day you confessed to me, but… we’ve barely even really kissed since then.”
taerae tenses beneath you. a little too defensively, he replies, “yes we have.”
“listen, it’s okay if you want to take things slow,” you reassure, sitting up a bit to face him better. “i know you’re a virgin, so—.”
“what do you mean you know?” taerae asks indignantly. “i never said that.”
“no, you never said it, but,” you reply with a wince, “... it was pretty heavily implied.”
taerae rolls his eyes. “whatever. just call me a virgin loser and get it over with. it’s definitely not the first time i’ve heard—.”
before you know it, you’re straddling your boyfriend, taking his lips between your index finger and thumb, and gently squeezing them together. “you’re not a loser. you’re so fucking attractive to me. so stop saying that about yourself, because i love you and i just…”
you free taerae’s lips, which part immediately in awe.
“maybe it’s selfish, but i just really want you to touch me.”
his hands are on you in an instant, everywhere, feverishly, like he can’t get enough, and so are his lips. it’s exactly the passion he was giving you the first day, only even needier.
“i’ll show you how much i want you, but just remember you asked for it,” he says, removing his glasses and tossing them onto the side table. suddenly, he flips you over onto your back, grinning down at you. it’s your turn to stare at him in awe, slack-jawed at the maneuver. you knew taerae had to work out more as an idol, but you still hadn’t expected him to be able to do something like that.
“holy shit,” you exhale as he tugs at the waistband of your pants. you raise your hips obediently so that he can remove them, too horny to speak.
your boyfriend lies down between your legs, face to your bare core. he looks up at you through half-lidded eyes and licks his lips.
if this had been the only evidence put forth in the case of taerae’s virginity, he certainly would’ve fooled you.
his brow furrows as he stares at you like he's conflicted about something. like he's hesitating.
** for afab readers, please read the below section**
"tae, you don't have to if you're not ready— oh my god," you whine suddenly as his tongue makes contact where you need him most, licking a stripe from your opening to your clit.
something changes in taerae when he hears your response. his eyes darken and his pupils enlarge.
and then he's lapping at you like a starved man. and there's no reason it should be as good as it is, but it is. taerae was just naturally talented at a lot of things, you guessed.
it doesn't take long with all the passion he's giving until you're a blubbering mess beneath him.
"love you," taerae rasps in between the dexterous tongue work. you noticed a few minutes ago that he'd started grinding into the couch cushion and it only turned you on more. "love you s'much. just want to show you..."
"i—... oh my god, tae," you cry, hands gripping at his hair as he works you to your climax. "i'm gonna—... g'nna..."
taerae moans into you and the vibration pushes you over the edge. you whine in pleasure as you ride out your high, taerae sucking at your clit gently as you come down.
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** for amab readers, please read the below section **
"tae, you don't have to if you're not ready— oh my god," you whine suddenly as his tongue makes contact where you need him most, licking a stripe from your base to your tip.
and then his lips engulf you, taking you into him like he's a starved man. and there's no reason it should be as good as it is, but it is. taerae was just naturally talented at a lot of things, you guessed.
it doesn't take long with all the passion he's giving until you're a blubbering mess beneath him.
"love you," taerae rasps in between hollow-cheeked sucking. you noticed a few minutes ago that he'd started grinding into the couch cushion and it only turned you on more. "love you s'much. just want to show you..."
"i love you. i love y—... oh my god, tae," you cry, hands gripping at his hair as he works you to your climax. "i'm gonna—... g'nna..."
taerae moans into you and the vibration pushes you over the edge. you whine in pleasure as you ride out your high, taerae circling your tip with his tongue gently as you come down.
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** all readers resume here **
once you're able to open your eyes again, you find taerae sitting up a bit, looking down at his sweatpants. you follow his gaze to find a small wet spot soaking through the material.
"ai-ssh..." he breathes, clearly upset with himself for cumming like this.
“it’s okay! it’s okay,” you reassure, sitting up to comfort him. “don’t be embarrassed, okay? i actually think it's really hot.”
taerae shakes his head slowly. “i'm not—... i mean, i am but... it’s actually… well... me and the boys sort of—."
“the boys?” you ask, one eyebrow shooting through the roof.
taerae seems to panic, gulping when he sees your response.
but then, he smiles. wide and dimply and perfectly endearing.
“never mind,” he says, both hands reaching to cup your face. he kisses you deeply, sweetly. like he loves you. because he does. “it doesn’t even matter actually.”
he kisses you again. and again. and again.
“because i won the real prize.”
who do you think will be fourth to lose no nut november?
hanbin
jiwoong
hao
ricky
gyuvin
