Welcome back to my second taehyung fanfic list! The last time I updated the list with Taehyung was in 2024… it took me a long time, didn't it? But I hope to make up for the wait. I asked for it, and the universe delivered only the best and most refined pieces of literature!
It also took a while because, no joke, I went through my likes all the way back to March to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything (it was a long two and a half days 😮💨)
But here we are! And this time I wanted to show that graphic design is my passion, so I made this banner which I think turned out particularly beautiful. Just saying 💅 (I was happy to have achieved a result that pleased me)
And last but not least: I would like to thank and acknowledge every fanfic on this list. Thank you to each author for bringing these works into the world. Show them some love.
with love,
your tangie <3
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🌟Mascot by @matchastwb | pairing: taehyung x reader | genre: high school au, fluff, mutual pining, humor | completed
summary: when you're somehow roped into being the school's temporary mascot for a basketball game, star player kim taehyung (aka the guy you've had a massive crush on for the past two years) mistakes you for his friend and reveals a secret you'd never be able to guess.
🌟Day by day by @hueseok | pairing: taehyung x reader | genre: fluff | smut | strangers to lovers au | a dash of supposed one-night stand au | eventual established relationship au | completed
summary: as surprising as it sounds, you and taehyung didn’t just meet after a considerable amount of drinks, shameless dance floor grinding, and a one-night stand turned legit relationship—because as it turns out, you two have met each other approximately three more instances in the past, every encounter building up until finally, the universe decided it was time.
🌟Your husband really wants a baby! by @cookieebutter | tangie note: This isn't specifically about Taehyung, but I took artistic liberties and made it so | genre: smut | completed
🌟Under All That Shy by @mrsvante | pairing: taehyung x reader | genre: office au, coworkers to lovers, fluffy and filthy | two parts completed
summary: introducing the softest man alive who’s been in love with you since the day you offered him half your highlighter pack and smiled like it meant something. he fixes the printer without being asked. brings you the wrong coffee order on purpose and blushes every time you say thank you.
for years, he’s loved you quietly. from a respectful distance. never daring to hope you might look at him the way he’s always looked at you—like you hung the moon. But now? there’s a chance. And taehyung, who has never been bold, never been reckless, decides this time… he has to be. because some things are worth the risk. and you’ve always been one of them.
🌟The chapter that got away by @vesipha | pairing: ex!taehyung x reader | genre: angst + fluff | completed
summary: you said you were done with your ex, kim taehyung. that was before the strawberry soju, the fire-lit arguments, and the kiss you didn’t see coming.
🌟All I Want for Christmas (Is You) by @mytaegiheart | pairing: taehyung x reader | genre: fluff | completed
summary: Jin’s annual ugly Christmas sweater party is supposed to be all laughter, chaos, and questionable fashion choices. But when Taehyung sneaks you away from the googly‑eye disaster in the living room, the night turns into something far more unforgettable. Three years of love, laughter, and late‑night ramen lead to one velvet box wrapped in Charlie Brown paper—and a proposal that makes even the ugliest sweater look beautiful.
🌟Maybe i do by @chateautae | pairing : ceo!taehyung x reader | genre: arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst | completed
summary: maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.
🌟Marshmallows and Report Cards by @untaemedqueen | pairing: Single Dad!Taehyung x Teacher!Reader | genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Fluff, Smut | completed
🌟Under the sun by @yourfavtangerine | pairing: Surfer!Taehyung x reader | genre: Strangers to lovers to strangers, one night stand, smut | completed
summary: You came at the beach to relax and take a break from your tiring work. Your plan? Spending the day doing nothing. But it changes when you meet him, a sexy surfer named Taehyung.
🌟Ex-husband taehyung head canons by @mrsvante | pairing: ex husband!taehyung x reader | genre: angst | completed
summary: our ex-husband is and was always in love, he just couldn’t properly expresss it. it comes to him too late, and he respects your wishes and agrees to the divorce; then you tell him you’re pregnant.
🌟Pretty little mess by @cigarettesuga | pairing: taehyung x reader + ot7 examples | genre: smut | completed
summary: in which you ride their thigh and they watch you come undone
🌟Too Long; Didn’t Read by @fortunexkookie | pairing: taehyung x reader | genre: AU: College + Enemies to Lovers AU, Comedy, smut, Fluff | completed
summary: This is the story of how you trolled your way into Taehyung’s heart.
🌟Boyfriend Taehyung by @cheeseceli | pairing: taehyung x reader | genre: fluff, headcanons | completed
summary: "can you write dating taehyung headcanons?"
🌟LINES CROSSED by @chimcake | pairing: fuckboy!taehyung x reader | genre: enemies to lovers, smut | completed
summary: desperate for a roommate and drowning in rent, you make the worst possible choice—kim taehyung, the campus fuckboy who hasn’t stopped bothering you since you rejected him.
🌟“Why do we keep pretending we don’t want to kiss each other?” by @belleeebelleee | pairing: taehyung x reader | genre: fluff | completed
🌟After midnight arrangements by @yourfavtangerine | pairing: older man!taehyung x young!reader | genre: smut, age gap, friends with benefits/fuck buddies trope | completed
summary: "Can you make Taehyung smutshot with Age gap and breeding kink"
Tangie note: sub!taehyung agenda below - I LOVE THIS FANFICS SO SO MUCH
🌟TO MY OFFICE, MR.KIM! by @seokbite | pairing: office sex nerdy!taehyung x boss!reader | genre: smut | completed
🌟Like a Reflex by @layover-mp7 | pairing: nerdy salary man sub!tae x dom fem!reader | genre: smut | completed
summary: Taehyung was every mother's dream son-in-law. He worked hard at his high-paying IT job; he woke up early to go to the gym, ate dinner at the exact same time, and went to bed early. You, on the other hand, are not one to settle down; you are young, gorgeous, smart, and independent. He’s disciplined in all areas of his life, except when you’re around. When he runs into you again on a night out with his friends, he knows that he’s about to be a puddle in your hand: you're the only one who can bring out the type of man he really is.
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So… are your bellies full? Did I feed you well? I hope so 😏
Summary: Taehyung loses himself in his imagination of the perfect night with you, where on a cold winter night at his apartment, you lose your virginity to him.
Word Count: 873
Rating: M (18+, minors dni)
Warnings: Descriptions of sex/smut.
Genre: Fluff, smut. (Taehyung is so in love.)
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It was another night Taehyung invited you over late to his apartment. He loved having you here, watching you take off your shoes and let down your hair as soon as you walk in the door. It made him feel good knowing you felt so safe and at home around him, and he knew exactly how he wanted tonight to go. It was a special night.
You come in, kick your shoes off at the door. You greet him with a kiss that he’s sure to lose himself in, as he does every night. You pull away and look at him just long enough for him to admire the way your eyes sparkle before you look down at a very excited Yeontan, scooping him up in your arms. Taehyung will ask if you want a drink, although he knows what you want already; a glass of red wine.
You’ll go to the living room together, Taehyung with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hands, you with the small dog, and you’ll sit on the floor in front of the fireplace. He will open his legs so you can sit between them and lean back into him, and he’ll pour both of you a glass.
You’ll drink. You’ll talk. You’ll sink deeper into his arms as he falls deeper for you. He’ll sneak chances to press kisses to your forehead, on your hair, on your lips. He’ll find reasons to lace his fingers with yours, or pull you in as close as he can, keeping you warm from the winter night. And as the red wine buzz kicks in, and you settle into him sleepily, he’ll whisper to you that you should stay the night, begging you not to go out in the cold.
You say yes, and let him lead you to his bedroom where he’ll have you change in one of his shirts and make yourself comfortable in his bed. He’ll whisper sweet words to you as you lay next to each other, his hand gently caressing your thigh and subtly making its way upwards. He’ll be able to tell you’re feeling good, the way you melt into him and part your legs slightly.
He’ll begin to kiss you, gently at first, the way you both like. His tongue exploring yours as you open your legs to him a bit more, letting his hand crawl up to meet your center. He’ll touch you softly, applying pressure in just the right way to have you excited and ready to give yourself to him.
Then he’ll go down. Lips on your neck, your breasts, making his way down to your core. Then he’ll use his tongue, closing his eyes and pleasuring you under the sheets. One arm wrapped around your shaking thigh, the other reaching up to hold your hand, squeezing it to let you know he’s got you while you’re working through your orgasm.
He’s spreading your legs as he takes his place on top, looking down at the woman he loves in his bed. You’ll look beautiful, a halo of hair spread out on the pillow, your sparkling eyes looking up at him. He’ll lean down and press another kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he slowly slides into you. He’ll smile at the way you gasp and whimper, and whisper to you things to help you relax.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Shhh, I’ve got you. I’m right here.”
“I love you.”
The last, he’ll repeat to you in your ear as he doesn’t move, allowing you to adjust to the new fullness. His hands in yours, his face in the crook of your neck as he begins to thrust, rocking himself into you, feeling your legs wrap around him to take him in deeper.
You’ll feel every inch of him exploring you, taking him in deep. He’ll hope you can feel how much he loves you, how close he feels to you, how you have his heart completely. The way he makes love to you is tender and protective, cradling your body underneath his own, picking up the pace as the pleasure really takes over for you both.
Your deep breaths. Your moans. Your whimpers. Your whines. Losing yourself to him in the most intimate way. You’ll cum again, and he’ll hold you through it, until only moments later he’ll follow you. He’ll release into you, your body aching for his to fill you.
You’ll be so tired and spent, closing your eyes and needing him close. He smiles, knowing how you must feel, and scoops your exhausted body in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He’ll keep you protectively close to him, the vulnerability of the moment not lost on him. He’ll thank you as you lose yourself to sleep for letting him love you, for trusting him.
Taehyung’s thoughts are broken by a sweet knock on the door followed by Yeontan’s happy barks. He smiles big as he opens the door to see your pretty face peeking out from underneath a scarf. Your nose red from the cold.
“You’re so cold honey.” He says, taking your hand and leading you in. “Welcome home. Come in, I’ll warm you up.”
The following slides might contain 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄, do not interact if uncomfortable
Pairing: Duke!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Princess!Reader
Warnings: JEALOUSY(for now that's it)
“Princess, I think it is a bad idea” Your maid more of a best friend said as she gets scared of your plan to sneak up to the strawberry farm. You, you are the one and only princess of the kingdom of Anotle. You are the most adored and cherished kid of the royal family. You are the only girl among the seven kids of the king and most loved by both the king and her six elder brothers. Everyone in the kingdom loved you and not only the kingdom but also other kingdoms, many princes already had an eye on you but you were bounded to be with him and no one in the seven kingdoms dared to mess with him. Despite being a princess, you still had restrictions but loved to disobey and today was one of those days. You were not allowed to go to the strawberry farm since the last time you did, you suffered a long-time fever but you were blinded by the love of strawberries. Your maid/friend, Arial was scared of your disobedience but you care about anything. You both slowly walked through the hallway, making sure no one knew you were sneaking to the farm but froze on the spot when you heard him “What are you doing here, Yn?” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. You swiftly turned around as your eyes came in contact with his chocolate brown eyes “T-Taehyung” You shuttered while playing with your fingers “I asked you something, Yn” He said while raising his eyebrow making him look more handsome than he already is. “I-I was going-am, I was going to the library!” You shuttered in confusion before suddenly screaming out(not too loud though) “Library is in the opposite way of where you are going princess” He said in his usual cold voice. You bite your lips before cursing your dumb brain. You were left speechless as you bit your lips, thinking of a solution but Taehyung’s loud sign brought you back “Miss Arial, you can go, I’ll lead princess Yn to the library” Your eyes widened as your head moved immediately to her, eyes signalling her to deny but who are you kidding, except the royal family and the god himself, no one dared to deny Duke Kim’s order. “As you say, Duke Kim” without missing a beat, Arial obeyed his order and said sorry to you through her eyes. “Let’s go, Yn” Taehyung said as he forwarded his hand to you. You let him wrap his hand around yours as he pulls you towards him before letting his hand wrap around your waist.
You both walked through the hallway until you reached the library. Taehyung pushed the door open and you both walked in to see one of your older brothers with a few books in hand "Namjoon oppa!" You exclaimed. He smiled at you and Taehyung before saying “I was about to call you both” You looked at him as you tilt your head in confusion before you could say anything Taehyung asked, “What is it, hyung?” Namjoon looked at him before saying “Father is organising a royal ball tomorrow and your both’s presence is a must” You gasped as you realised “But I don’t have anything to wear tomorrow” You pouted. Taehyung creased your waist as he says “Don’t worry Yn, I’ll order a dress of your choice for you” He looks deep into your eyes making you blush as you looked away from him. Namjoon chuckles at you both before saying “I shall leave you both alone now” Namjoon walks out before kissing your cheek making you giggle. You looked at Taehyung only to know that he was already staring at you. You turned away from him before walking to a shelf to look for some books because the original plan failed. You tried to pull a book of your choice from a high shelf but another hand was placed over your as your back was pinned against your chest “You don’t need to act princess” Taehyung bends before whispering against your ear. Your body shivers as you hear your name coming from his mouth. Taehyung’s hand moves and grips your waist before pulling you more to him “Don’t go near the strawberry farm, it’s just for your health. Got that?” Your toes curl as he whispers in your ear. You nodded, feeling the loss of words due to closeness “Words princess, I want words” He says as his hand moves upwards and creases your covered skin, just below your breast “Y-yes, Duke” You breathed “Good” He said before moving away from you. He gave you your book and said “I’ll leave you alone for your time princess, I’ll go and prepare all the necessaries for tomorrow” Without waiting for your reply, he walked away. You stood at your place, clenching the book as you breathed while clenching your legs.
——On The Ball Day—————
“Princess, do you want me to braid your hair or keep it open?” Arial asked as she brushed your hair “I’ll like to keep it open” You smiled at her. She brushed your hair as you sat straight while the other maid did your makeup. Your back ached from sitting so long but you had to look prettiest since you were the princess of the strongest kingdom. “All done princess” Arial smiles as she helps you stand up and fixes your dress “Duke Kim would be speechless after seeing you” She said while giggling making you blush. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you eyed yourself. The blueish-white gown with a golden embroidered waist as ends of the gown sat comfortably on the floor. You picked the crown that you were given by your mother when you were born and placed it on your head “I think we should go now” “Sure princess” Arial said as she bows to you before following you.
As you reached the hall, everyone’s attention was turned to you. You smiled at everyone as you walked down the stairs. As you walked a few steps down, a very known hand was pushed in front of you. You looked at Taehyung and blushed before placing your hand in his’s as he wraps his fingers around it as he helps you walk downstairs. You reached the last step as taehyung wraps his free hand around your waist before walking you to your parents. You hugged both your parents before taking your place beside Taehyung. “You look so pretty, my daughter” Your mother said making you smile “She grew up so quickly” Your father said as he eyed you emotionally making you look at him with softness “Appa” You whispered as you hugged him “Aww, look at the father-daughter duo, they don’t care for us” You brother Hoseok said with a pout while the other five brothers nodded “She doesn’t love us anymore” Your another brother, Jungkook said as he sulked “Oppa, you know it’s not true” You denied with a smile making your oldest brother huff “I still don’t get my hug” He pouted making you look at him “Oppa, you are too old to act childish” “Yah!” He screamed making all of you laugh “Come here all of you” You spread your arms as all six of them came to you and you all did a tight group hug. “Ok, now take your seats, I have an announcement before we start” Your father said as you all obeyed. You sat on your seat which was in front of Taehyung. Either side of you sat your brothers making you feel comfortable but in front of you, Taehyung sat surrounded by unknown women making you jealous but you remained silent. “Thank you, everyone, for your presence here” Your father started “Today, I have organised this ball as a celebration of an upcoming announcement” Your father looked at you while smiling before saying “Today, I, the king of Anotle announce my daughter’s marriage with one and only Duke Kim” Everyone clapped at the fruitful announcement making you blush “One week from today, the marriage will be held and I invite you all, please show your blessings to the to-be-husband-wife” You didn’t dare to lift your head cause you knew everyone must be looking at you
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Throughout the dinner, you didn’t look up from the table as you felt too shy. You could feel Taehyung’s stare at you making you feel giggly. “Princess” You looked at the voice as you see the prince of Xylem, Kiven. “Prince Kiven” You smiled at him. He took your hand in his before placing a kiss on its back. You were not fond of someone kissing your hand except your family or Taehyung but you ignored it “Princess if you don’t mind, may I have a dance with you?” You wanted to deny but the image of Taehyung sitting with women made you agree. You walked down to the centre of the hall as Kevin placed his hand on your waist, you wrapped your hand around his shoulder while his free hand held yours. “How do you feel princess? You are going to get married” He said as he grips your waist tighter “W-what do you m-mean, prince?” You shuttered, taken back at his words “I mean, you are getting married to the well-known Duke” He smirked “I mean, every woman here wants to be in your place and can do anything for him. I think you know that already” He said as he smiled viciously. You gulped visibly “You don’t deserve a man like him, princess” He whispered in your ear as he pulled you near him “You need a man who will take care of you, hold you and……pleasure you” He said as he placed his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent “Just like me” He whispered as he licked your neck. Your eyes suddenly came in contact with Taehyung’s.
Set following ‘Don’t Stop’, Taehyung and Cassandra spend their first Christmas morning alone together, opening gifts with their son. Da-eun and Max feature.
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From the doorway of the kitchen, she could watch him twist and turn the dials on the board, strangely quiet for the first time that morning. Her legs already ached from chasing him around the living room as he sped around, testing the toy cars and leaving faint tyre marks on the rug. She didn’t mind. It was wonderful seeing him so happy. “I had one like it.” She mused, turning briefly as Taehyung turned on the stove.
He smiled, pouring the dark, burgundy liquid from the bottle into the pan. “Me too.”
The etch-a-sketch had been his idea of course. But she had to admit, if her son’s uncharacteristically fixed attention was anything to go by, it was a great idea. The mulled wine, on the other hand, had been hers. Waking up at the crack of dawn to open gifts had the strange effect of making the day seem much later than it was. Taking a quick glance, almost subconsciously, to check he was safe, she took a few steps further into the kitchen to watch as Taehyung stirred the thin liquid.
“Don’t overboil it.”
“I won’t.” He reassured, turning down the heat to a simmer as she checked her watch with a guilty smile.
“It feels bad…drinking this early.” She kept her voice low, despite knowing better. Taehyung turned, briefly touching her arm which she kept tucked against her breasts.
“Did you eat?” He asked.
She smirked in reply, shrugging. “Does chocolate count?”
He laughed, turning off the flame as she passed him two mugs from the holder on the counter. “Maybe just drink slowly.”
She watched him pour the contents carefully, making sure to not spill any on the light coloured cabinets, before handing her the brighter of the two which she remembered buying with him some years before. They had visited an antique’s fair in Geumcheon-gu one sunny afternoon and she had been delighted by the set, purchasing the whole lot. Several had been broken since then; during various moves and from being kept in storage. Most recently, she had knocked one onto the hardwood floor while trying to balance her dinner plate with Gabriel’s while he cried incessantly. She had been sad to see it go. She took the cup with a quiet thanks, blowing onto the rim as she led them into the sitting room, where Gabriel was surprisingly still preoccupied with the etch-a-sketch, laid flat on the floor as he drew. “I’m not going to get sloshed on mulled wine.” She smiled, lowering herself to the floor where she sat cross-legged, propped against the foot of the sofa.
“Sloshed?” He raised an eyebrow as he joined her automatically.
“Drunk.” She clarified, taking a hesitant sip. It was warm in her mouth and strangely nostalgic. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had some.
Taehyung followed her lead, sipping slowly. “It’s a bit of an acquired taste.”
She laughed, watching his expression carefully as he brought it back to his lips. “It’s quite traditional.” She shrugged. “Especially at markets.” Her eye was drawn to the other side of the room as Gabriel suddenly rose to his feet, finally bored of the device and moving back onto the set of oversized plastic cars which he picked up one by one, inspecting the design.
“Did you go to a lot of markets?” He asked, curious.
She nodded, a smile playing on her lips. “My parents would take me to Germany sometimes.” Her voice faltered, thinking. “They had the best Glühwein.”
Taehyung was quiet, watching as she took another few sips, a little quicker than intended. She didn’t talk about them often, and when she did her voice seemed to change. He wondered if she regretted cutting them from her life, and whether she would admit to that one day. It was a touchy subject, and he had approached it with care over the years. Cassandra’s eyes widened and she put down the mug with haste, jumping to her feet with surprisingly agility.
“No, no…” She called, darting across the room and prying the wrapped bundle from Gabriel’s chocolate-stained hands. “That’s for grandma.” Cautiously, she placed the package back under the tree, replacing it with a flashing gizmo before he had time to notice and cry. There were plenty of interactive buttons to keep him entertained, and he flopped onto the rug at once, pushing them distractedly. Cassandra sighed, returning Taehyung and sitting down with a small wince. She looked tired, though he pushed this to the back of his mind, eyeing instead the small pile of unopened presents under the tree.
“You got my parents something?” He asked, unable to help the note of surprise in his voice.
“Yeah..” She murmured without elaborating, picking up her mug and clutching it between her palms as she turned to him. “You will see them won’t you?”
He was quiet for a moment. “Did you want to come?” His voice was sincere but she gestured absently across the room, not answering the question.
“You can take him if you want, I’m sure they’ll want to see him.”
He knew she was right; his family were always delighted when he took Gabriel, though he couldn’t help the nagging, sinking feeling in his chest, understanding what she was trying to tell him. “You’re always welcome.” He said quietly, knowing from her answering silence that deep down, that was wishful thinking on his part. Her presence on the few occasions she had joined him to visit, early in their son’s life, was met with steely contempt; something he felt entirely responsible for. He also knew she had also gone alone while he was still in service, newborn in arms for no reason other than it being the right thing to do. While she was quiet about these exchanges during their brief, strained conversations on the phone, he wished more than anything that he had been there with her. Though perhaps it was wishful thinking that things would be different. And if he couldn’t protect her from his own family’s judgement, what was the point? Seeing she wasn’t going to reply, he changed topic, both for his own sake as well as hers. “Did you finish the vegetables?”
She nodded with a sigh, nodding towards the kitchen. “I spent all night peeling them. They’re soaking in the sink.”
He once again noticed how tired she seemed; how her skin seemed a little dull and sunken. “I hope he appreciates it.” He said quietly.
Cassandra pressed her lips tightly together, setting the mug down gently on the rug. He saw her turn to look at him from the corner of his eye. “Why do you hate him so much?” She eventually asked. Her voice was gentle, but he felt the accusation nonetheless.
Turning towards her, he refused to meet her gaze but spoke with equal softness. “I don’t.”
She audibly sighed, tucking herself closer against the edge of the sofa. “I wish you’d see that he’s good to me.”
Taehyung looked away and she realised, in that moment, he knew it. Perhaps he was too stubborn to fully admit it, even to himself. She dismissed the turn of conversation, knowing it wasn’t going anywhere. “Are you seeing Da-eun later?” She asked interestedly, feeling more comfortable with the topic.
He nodded. “Tomorrow.”
“What did you get her?”
Her covered knees were touching his as she eased her posture. He noticed the change in her movement and mirrored her, relaxing against the cushions. “Just some things she asked for.” He murmured, picking at a stray strand of cotton on his sweater. “And some crochet hooks.”
Cassandra perked up. “She likes knitting?”
He turned to look at her with a smile. “Yeah.”
“I’ve got some wool upstairs you could give to her.” She offered kindly. “I’ve not done anything with it, I bought too much when I made Gabriel’s blanket.”
He nodded, voice soft. “I’m sure she’d like that.”
Cassandra shrugged casually. “You should invite her around sometime.” She suggested.
“To meet Gabriel?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
He hesitated, and she wondered for a second if he was going to answer her at all. “Maybe.”
His trepidation made her frown and she had to think for a moment. “Is it too soon?” She touched his shoulder gently with her fingertips.
He nodded. “I think so…”
“I wouldn’t wait too long.” She whispered, nodding towards the child. “He’s growing fast.”
Taehyung followed her gaze, watching him play with a soft, loving expression. He smiled, though there was a touch of sadness in his expression. “I guess he is.” He murmured dreamily.
“I found one of the first pictures we took of him the other day.” She said, with equal nostalgia. “I couldn’t believe how tiny he was.”
He turned to her, taking in her expression. “Do you miss that?”
She smiled softly. “Sometimes.” Her mouth twisted and she smirked to herself. “Especially when he puts Lego in the dishwasher.”
He laughed in reply, though it was laced with guilt. “I’ll buy him less next year.”
She shook her head, almost to herself. “You don’t need to spoil him so much.”
He noticed the change in her voice; the seriousness of her statement, and he looked at her. “I like getting him things.” He explained softly, hoping she would realise he meant it. “I didn’t have a lot growing up.”
“I know.” She whispered, stroking his knee gently through his jeans. It was an affectionate gesture, showing him she understood but had her own reasons. “I just don’t want him to come to expect it.” They were both watching their son as he returned to the etch-a-sketch, walking with confidence before dropping heavily to the floor and resuming his picture.
In unison, they turned to each other, eyes meeting in understanding and he opened his mouth to speak. “He won’t…” Taehyung promised.
“We love him…” Cassandra whispered. “That’s all that matters.”
He chest grew warm at the sentiment; aching at the thought, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer in an embrace as they watched their son finish his sketch. Grinning widely, he got to his feet, arms outstretched as he held the picture up for them to see.
“What did you draw?” Taehyung asked, matching his grin with excitement as he unraveled his arm to take it from him.
“Dino!”
Cassandra peered over Taehyung’s shoulder, giving an amused snort at the scramble of lines on the board. Taehyung paid no attention, handing it back to him with an impressed gasp.
“A dinosaur!” He exclaimed. “Who’s a little artist?”
Their son grinned and Cassandra gestured towards the mess of toys strewn across the rug. “Do you want to play with your new blocks?” She asked in Korean.
“Yeah!” He beamed.
“Over there! Bring them here.” She pointed and smiled as he turned to stride across the room, his actions still a little clumsy and uncoordinated despite his confidence.
Taehyung turned to look at her, voice soft. “He looks more like you everyday.”
Still smiling, she glanced at him. “I was just thinking he looks like you.” She shrugged. “The way you get when you’re excited about something.”
Though he hadn’t noticed, the sentiment made him happy. Looking back, he observed the way he picked through the giant building blocks, as though trying to find his favourite; a slight look of frustration on his small features. “He scrunches his nose like you.” Taehyung smirked.
“I don’t scrunch my nose!” She protested with a bout of mock displeasure, though he shook his head in reply dismissively.
“He has your nose.” He murmured affectionately.
She scoffed. “I hope not.”
“Turn to the side for me…” Still grinning, he watched as she obeyed, giggling under her breath as he took in her profile with satisfaction. “Exactly the same!” He mused.
“Oh no!” She mumbled seriously, locking eyes. “Don’t tell him.”
He laughed loudly and she hit his thigh gently, scolding him.
“He’ll grow into it.” Taehyung smiled reassuringly, knowing she wouldn’t take it too seriously. Besides, he loved her nose and she knew. He had told her often. Calming down, he touched his hand to the back of hers as they fell quiet, listening to the incessant murmurs from across the room as Gabriel spoke to himself, building a tall tower which threatened to fall at any moment. He could feel her breathing against him, her chest rising and falling as they watched with contentment. It had been a while since they had shared a moment like this; just the two of them alone with their son. It felt nice, and he wondered if she shared his sentiment. “I got you something too.” He murmured, feeling her shift against him as she pulled away.
“I thought we said no presents?” She said slowly, though her voice was calm.
He shrugged. “It’s nothing…jacket pocket.” He gestured towards the hallway, where the dark garment hung against the banister.
Their eyes stayed connected as she got to her feet with a weak groan. “Tae…” He thought she was going to argue, but, after a second, she walked out the room, coming back with a dark, velvet box between her fingers. Gabriel followed her with interest as she walked across the rug, and he ran over to embrace her legs, clutching her needily. She bent down to brush his hair affectionately with her thumb and Taehyung joined them, squatting down as she rose and kissing his son’s cheek whilst she fumbled with the opening.
“What is it?” She asked with a frown.
He looked up at her. “Open it.”
Giving the boy’s shoulders a gentle squeeze, he looked away as she opened the box, mouth slightly parted as she let out a gasp. “Oh…”
“It’s nothing.” He repeated, standing up slowly as she moved her fingers over the gold locket, caressing the intricate, floral design which ran across the heart shape. It was old but in exceptional condition; polished and beautiful and set on a sturdy looking chain. She suspected late-Victorian, though perhaps it was Edwardian. She looked at him, unable to hide her emotions and struggling to read his.
“I had one like it, do you remember?” She asked, realising after a second it was a pointless question. He must have in order to have found one so similar.
“Yes.” He confirmed quietly, watching as she delicately slipped the chain from the box.
“My mother gave it to me.” Her gaze was transfixed on the pendant as she cupped it gently in her palm. “I lost it at some point, probably when I went back home.”
“I remember.” He nodded.
Her eyes snapped up, deep brown and wide. “Where did you get it?” She asked.
“Europe.” He said. “Earlier this year.”
She nodded with a smile and held out her hand to him. “Here…” Dropping the necklace into his outstretched palm, she turned around and untucked her long, dark hair from the back of the sweater, holding it away from her neck in a bunched fist as he unclasped the chain and took a step closer. He felt her body against hers as he slipped the chain around her, fastening it with ease at the back before following the band of gold with his fingertips until it reached the front. She remained still, allowing him a brief moment to feel between her collarbone, touching the pendant meaningfully, before pulling away. Cassandra’s fingers moved automatically at the loss of contact, pinching the locket between her thumb and index finger as she turned back to face him. “Thank you.” She whispered, a little lost for words.
“Look inside.” He murmured, voice equally low as she followed his instructions and used her nails to slip between the tiny opening. The hinges opened and she smiled, looking down at the miniature photograph slotted into the space; her baby as he was when they had taken him home from the hospital. She didn’t remember him taking the photograph, she had been too exhausted to pay much attention to anything but getting into the car without falling over, but the brief suggestion of clothing beneath his blushed, tiny head, was familiar and she realised he had only worn it the once, on that day.
“It’s perfect.” She smiled, looking at it a moment more before closing it carefully and letting it drop, resting naturally above the trim of her low-cut sweater and taking his hand warmly. His fingers curled around her own, the other moving to stroke her dark hair as she leaned into his touch, standing on her tiptoes to meet his lips as they pressed softly against hers, kissing her briefly before pulling away. Her cheeks were warm and a little flushed, though the peck had been chaste. Her stomach still swam with emotion at seeing the picture; a moment she never thought she would see. She looked away, a little embarrassed as she gestured to the edge of the room, her hand moving to still Gabriel who had crawled between them, wanting to be close.
“I got you something too.” She admitted defeatedly, pointing at the bookshelf beneath the wall-mounted television. “I was going to wait a few weeks…it’s not wrapped.”
He was quiet for a moment, equally surprised, before he turned towards the little row of books, recognising all but one.
“I saw it in town in the second hand bookstore.” Cassandra explained, taking her son’s hand as they joined him, carefully stepping over the battlefield of toys. “It wasn’t expensive.” She added as he bent down and pulled out the thick looking hardback.
Gold lettering adorned the side and he opened the faded pages carefully, fingering through as he gazed at the black and white pictures. She joined his side, resting her hand on his shoulder and peering at the etchings. It had seemed like something he would enjoy looking at; the 17th century prints showed angels and saints though the text which accompanied them was in English. She figured she could translate for him, if he ever had the desire to read the descriptions. Smiling, he closed the book and tucked it under his arm.
“I love it.” He murmured, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before setting the hardback on the top shelf of the bookcase, where Gabriel would struggle to reach.
“You could stay for dinner if you wanted.” She offered, realising it was getting to the point he would soon be leaving. The morning had been long, but his presence had made it less exhausting and she was thankful for the extra help.
He checked his watch briefly, glancing outside at the eerily quiet street beyond the window sill and shaking his head. “I said I’d videocall my family.”
She wondered whether this was true but didn’t question it. He knew Max would be over soon and while she didn’t like the idea of making him spend the day alone, she had to admit it was easier this way. Casting her eye towards the pile of discarded wrapping paper, she changed the topic.
“He still hasn’t opened this one.” She murmured, striding over to the tree and selecting a small box, just visible among the rubbish. “Do you want this?” She asked with a smile, shaking it a little.
The boy turned, fixing his attention on the package with a wave of his arms. “Yes!”
Taehyung joined her on the rug as she handed it to him, watching as he struggled with the ribbon and helping by tearing a small hole in the corner.
“What is it?” The man asked as the cardboard beneath came into view; the personified picture on the front visible as his son ripped off the remainder of the red paper.
“Train!” Gabriel exclaimed loudly, shaking the box.
Cassandra reached to open it, slipping out the wooden figure and handing it to him. “Trein.” She repeated, voice accented. “He loves Thomas the Tank Engine these days.” She added.
Gabriel beamed. “Trein.”
Taehyung watched in amusement, stroking his son’s cheek affectionately as turned the wheels with his fingers before zooming it across the rug. “You’re a good boy.” He smiled before turning to Cassandra. “He’s very clever.”
She nodded wistfully. “Not long until he goes to school.” She thought for a moment. “He’ll enjoy it. He likes reading.”
Taehyung nodded. “Of course he does.” He watched as she smiled in reply, knowing what he meant. They had both been in agreement that it was important to read to him from a young age, and thankfully, he took to it with enthusiasm. “Do you think he’ll go to university?” He pondered.
Cassandra shrugged. “If he wants to.” She hesitated. “Let’s not worry about that.”
He quietly agreed, crossing his legs and picking up one of the discarded model cars which he crashed into Thomas with a loud thwack. “How old will I be then?” He turned to Cassandra who thought for a moment.
“Almost fifty.”
He nodded easily. “Okay. I can worry about it then.”
She smiled in reply at the ease of his answer. “I’ll be older…” She shrugged, not unhappily. “My hair will have gone white.”
His eyes skimmed over her features and he reached for her, cupping her cheek before running his fingers through the long strands of her brunette waves. “We’ll match.” He murmured, a little longingly as she reached for his hand, taking it in hers.
“I can picture it…” She agreed, lowering their hands to the rug before letting go, a sly look crossing her face. “You owning a vineyard in Italy perhaps…” She mused. “And me…I’ll climb Mont Blanc.”
He sniggered. “You hate the snow.”
“I know.” She chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “And will you be keeping the moustache, do you think?”
Realising she was mocking him, he grinned. “Perhaps…” He mumbled, turning away.
She laughed before falling silent, cheeks a little reddened.
“Maybe I’ll go back to university…” He shrugged, breaking the silence as he looked back at her. She seemed breathless; flushed, as though post-coital. He pushed the thought away as he gestured to her. “You too.” He suggested.
“Maybe…” She nodded slowly, calming down. “When he goes to school. I’ll have more time to study.”
“Would you ever go back to the stage?” He asked with curiosity.
Her mouth twisted and she folded her arms. “I don’t know.”
“Do you think that time’s over?” He asked gently, shifting position.
She looked away, eyeing her son who was finally starting to grow sleepy; his movements lethargic. “There’s something romantic don’t you think?” She started, smiling to herself before turning back. “About an actress retiring in her prime.” Her expression was gentle, complacent, and she offered a reassuring smile as he thought this over.
“I wouldn’t say you’ve reached it yet.” He said honestly, giving a shrug. “It would be quite the loss…but if it makes you happier.”
“I am.” She nodded, looking at him. “I’m happy right now.”
He was silent for a moment, taking her in. If she had seemed tired before, it wasn’t showing now. She looked radiant. “Me too.” He agreed quietly, jumping a little at the sound of the doorbell ringing from the hall. He noticed her surprise too and she looked automatically towards the living room door before getting to her feet.
“He’s here early.” She murmured, stepping around her son who had perked up at the sound of the visitor. Taehyung followed, a little slower.
“Do you want me to put the oven on?” He offered.
She turned back, adjusting the hem of her sweater and tugging it a little higher, to cover the swell of cleavage that had started to show. “Okay, I’ll just be a moment. Keep an eye on him…” She gestured towards Gabriel, who was following the adults’ lead and standing up. Taehyung went into the kitchen, taking a quick, curious look into the sink where an array of chopped vegetables floated in pans of water, before turning to the stove.
“Ho Ho Ho!” A loud, booming voice filled the living room followed by Cassandra, switching to English automatically.
“Look who’s here!” She called excitedly; her high pitched tone alerting him to the fact she was talking to the toddler.
Taehyung bent down, checking the temperature and making sure the door was properly closed as the unfamiliar conversation continued behind him.
“Take off the hat.” Cassandra groaned, reaching for the red fabric just as Taehyung walked through the doorway. His eyes fell over the trio, lingering on the tall, costumed man whose characteristically fair hair was covered with a gimmicky red hat. He wore a baggy grey coat over his novelty Christmas sweater and, Taehyung thought, looked a little like an oversized gnome at a fancy dress party.
“I set it to preheat.” He murmured, walking into the room.
Cassandra nodded, cheeks rosy. “Thank you.”
The other man raised his hand in a wave as Taehyung edged around the sofa, bending down to kiss his son. He fussed over him a little, saying his goodbyes, before remembering the hardback which he picked up from the bookshelf.
“Merry Christmas.” Max smiled cheerfully.
“Merry Christmas.” He replied, offering a small nod before heading for the banister, where his coat lay across the wood.
“Are you staying?” Max asked, turning to face him in the hall. “We’d love to have you.”
The younger man shook his head gently. “I’ve got to go.” He explained, hesitating. “Have a nice meal though.”
Cassandra looked at him as he put on his coat, her fingers fiddling absently with the locket. “We’ll leave you some leftovers.” She met his gaze and he nodded studiously, giving the couple a gentle wave.
“I’ll see myself out.” He said, voice low.
“Give Da-eun my love.” Cassandra called gently as an afterthought while he collected his things from the hallway. She was moving from foot to foot, perhaps wanting to say more, but the hand around her waist held her close and she settled for a small wave.
“I will.” He peered back as he gathered the gift bags by the door, realising Cassandra had taken the liberty to put the presents for his family in them while she greeted Max.
Goodbyes said, the conversation behind him promptly switched back to English and he tried his best to ignore the babble as the trio headed back into the living room. He didn’t understand most of it anyway.
“I’m not Saint Nicholas, I’m Tomten.” Max laughed, picking up Gabriel and swinging the boy around.
“Whatever you are, you’ll scare the child.” Cassandra added drily.
“The child’s fine, he likes it!” He protested, setting him down with a loud humph; underestimating his weight.
“You’ll give him nightmares.”
“I will not…” The man exclaimed as Taehyung reached for the door handle, bags tucked under his arm. “That’s very pretty.” Max’s voice softened, lowering. “Was it from him?”
“He got it to replace one I lost.” Cassandra explained with a shrug.
“That’s very considerate.”
The younger man heard no more as he gently closed the door behind them, checking his pocket for his phone. There was a message alert on the screen and he swiped across, opening the folder. Da-eun beamed at the camera, the filter giving her a pair of antler horns along with a round, red nose. The picture, clearly taken this morning, was accompanied by a string of cute emojis. A row of animated Christmas trees flashed on the screen, followed by a Christmas angel. Taehyung raised his phone to head height, taking a selfie against the blank backdrop of the street. He replied with a few, sparkling stars and sent them together with his reply. Merry Christmas.
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Your thighs are trembling, but he just gives you a glare and continues lazily moving his fingertips against your skin, dipping a knuckle into your heat before slightly pressing his thumb over your clit.
And repeat.
“Taehyung,--fuck--please.” You moan, straining against the neckties that bind you to his headboard.
He props up his chin in his hand in between your legs and glares up at you. The hand in between your legs stills and you groan at the lack of sensation, and clench your teeth. He rolls his eyes. “Can you take this or not?”
You let out a breath, calming your heavy breaths before loosening your grip on the binds and letting your body relax a bit. Closing your eyes and swallowing your dry throat, you speak up. Your voice is small and hoarse from the previous hour of exertion. “I-I can.”
“Good. I thought so.”
He doesn’t say anything and returns his gaze to your center, lowering his lips against your core and thickly running his tongue up your slit, and settling on your clit to suck hard. You cry out, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you arch your back. Your body is reacting on its own, unsure of whether to press itself closer to the heat from his mouth and take the pleasure he’s giving you, or to shy away from the onslaught of an orgasm.
A heavy hand comes down on your hip bone and presses down, rooting you to his bed. He mutters, “You need to learn how to stay still. Buck up again and I won’t let you come for another week.”
You swallow thickly, eyes rolling back as you drop to the sheets, trying to keep your body as limp as possible. He’s not joking. You focus your entire mind on trying not to buck up again, but it’s difficult when he ducks down again and presses another long, hard suck to your clit before flattening his tongue against it to soothe it. A long finger comes tentatively into your core and you moan loudly when it slides in with no difficulty and presses immediately to the spot that makes your mind go blank.
Taehyung can feel how you tighten around his finger, and so he reaches up to grasp your breast, pinching the nipple and running his thumb over it because he knows you’re extremely sensitive there.
Well, to put it correctly, you were sensitive everywhere, he notes with a pause. But he wasn’t about to admit how much that excited him and made his dick twitch in his tight jeans. So he moves his finger faster against you and watches up from between your legs as you throw your head back and your fists clench against the neckties from his high school uniforms he used to bind you to the wooden bars on his bed.
“T-taehyung,” you begin, and trail off into a moan, and he knows without you having to say it, that its a question of permission. So he grits out against your skin, “Hold it Y/N, wouldn’t want to look like you can’t handle this much for him, don’t you?”
The feeling of his finger inside of you, his thumb on your nipple, his tongue against your clit, and the vibrations of his deep growl against your skin is now too overwhelming. But his words tear you back into reality.
The both of you, somehow along the way, had become partners, sexually. But contrary to normal progressions of a regular relationship, you and Taehyung were not dating, nor in love, nor flirting, nor anything but friends. But neither was it just for the pleasure, just a friends with benefits relationship that many would assume. No, Taehyung was teaching you for someone else.
It all started when you two were paired up for the horrid end-of-the-year-shitsignment, from what everyone called it, from Mr. Kim’s class in Engineering 160. It was a two-person project that basically was about 40% of the entire grade, for the class that was pivotal in your graduation credits for college. And to your best luck, you were paired up with Kim Taehyung, sex-on-legs, has-a-long-list-of-girls-he-fucked, fuckboy of the century. You’d avoided him and his friends like the plague during your first two years of college, holing yourself up in your room, determined to get perfect grades and graduate this horrible shit hole and move onto a better place like Google or something.
But cue two weeks of being rude to him and assuming he was a good-for-nothing asshole, but then becoming surprised at how diligent he was and how okay of a friend and guy he was outside the public eye. And so after two more weeks of spending every waking moment together and an A+ later, you and Taehyung had forged some sort of friendship.
One that wasn’t really typical. The perfect small-town girl with straight A’s ever since elementary school had become a sort of sidekick to the one guy on campus no girl could resist. But you stayed with him because you realized underneath the cockiness and the sex drive, was just a boy who was really kind and sort of funny at times. But also fucking smart, and after a few moments with him, he was quick to catch on to your little crush.
“Oh my god, you’re in love with him?” He asked, looking up from his graph table to watch you staring off into the entrance where six boys were fooling around quite loudly. Laughing, he tipped back in his chair, drawing attention from the others in the library this late at night.
“Shut up!” You hissed, throwing your pencil at him.
“Wow! This is gold, the innocent virginity-on-two-legs is in love with Jeon Jeongguk, the guy on campus who’d fuck anything on two legs?!” At your glare, he held up two hands in defense, “And that’s coming from me, which says a lot about his sexcapades.”
You roll your eyes and duck your head as you pretend to focus on the article about cloud software engineering. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you snap, “get back to your work, this project isn’t gonna do itself.”
He smirks, setting his chair legs down with a bang. “Well said, my friend. Cause neither are you. Jeon Jeongguk only does girls who are, how do I say this, skilled in that department. So unless you find a way to do yourself, then I’d say forget about it.”
“Agh, Kim Taehyung will you shut the fuck up and finish?” You hiss, unable to really say anything back. He was a really fun guy to be around until these moments where he started acting like his fuckboy friends.
“That’s what she said.” He quipped before returning to drawing another model on the table. And you returned home that night, wondering if what he said was actually true and if you really didn’t have an inkling of a chance with Jeon Jeongguk unless you were laid.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you were a virgin. You were a top student, only focusing on getting your grades perfect and your extracurriculars in top shape before coming to this really nice university, only to rinse and repeat. And now you were a junior, 21 years into your life and you could swear your crotch probably had cobwebs or something because you’ve never done anything sexual in your life.
So it was the night after your professor returned your projects and you accepted the excited hug that Taehyung gave you and his invite to some celebratory drinks at the A+ grade you both received.
Maybe it was after you got piss drunk and couldn’t really see where you were going and ended up crashing into an even drunker Jeongguk who mistook you as his girlfriend and kissed the heck out of you. Maybe it was the way his tongue moved against you and slipped past your lips as he pressed you against the wall set a fire in your stomach that you couldn’t quench. Maybe it was the way you stumbled into Taehyung, who was really warm and the shorts and t-shirt you had on wasn’t really doing much to keep you insulated in the air-conditioned frat house.
But nonetheless, you murmured something into his ear that changed the course of your friendship forever.
“Kim Taehyung, please teach me how to be good at sex.” You drawled into his ear.
“What the fuck?” He exclaimed, grabbing you away from his body and looking down at your red cheeks and your dinky smile. “Are you okay? Y/N? Hello?”
You shook him off, “I’m fine! I’m just asking you to please fuck me.” You reached for another cup of beer and he yanked it out of your reach. “Christ, Y/N, you’re fucking drunk as shit. Let’s get you home.”
“No, Taehyung! I’m serious!” You whined, tipping over dangerously as he steadied you. “I don’t know who else I trust and who else to ask. Just, just please, help me cause I don’t know shit about anything and I just wanna date him and ‘m gonna die a virgin like you tease m’ about all the damn time ‘nd if this doesn’t happen then ‘m doomed.” You slur, before you completely grow limp in his arms and pass out.
Gritting his jaw, he looks over into the living room, where he sees Jeon Jeongguk making out with his girlfriend of the week, who’s dressed quite similarly to you, and figures out by your smeared lip gloss what’s happened. Rolling his eyes, he leans down and grabs your back and legs, tucking you under his chin as he carries you upstairs into an empty room. He’d just explain to Seokjin later why he ended up sleeping in one of the spare frat rooms.
But he tucked you in and laid next to you, promising himself he would just rest his eyes a little bit, but then all of a sudden he’s waking up the next morning, groggy and hungover as fuck, and you’re staring at him with determination.
“I meant what I said last night, Taehyung.”
Rubbing his face, he sighs. “Are you serious? Where did this come from? It’s not like you to ask me stuff like this. We’ve only been friends for what, two months?”
You nod furiously, “I know. But I really trust you, because you’ve been nothing but kind and real with me. And I need someone like that to teach me, to tell me what to do better and let me know when I’m not doing something right.”
When he doesn’t respond, a look of sheer determination comes over your features and Taehyung gawks as you whip off your shirt to reveal a cute little lace bralette that has his heart racing and his dick hardening even more. “Is it cause you don’t think I’m attractive?” Your lip trembles at his unreadable expression, and your expression falls as you slowly move to retrieve your discarded shirt.
But he grabs your wrist with a growl and presses you into the sheets before the feeling of regret can wash over you and convince your mind that maybe this wasn’t a good idea, as he glares down at you. “No, Y/N, are you fucking kidding me? That’s not why.”
“Then why won’t you take my virginity Taehyung?” You whisper up at him, still a bit hungover and still a bit nervous.
He groans at how soft your voice gets, the whisper doing horrible things to his morning hard-on. It also doesn’t help that you look absolutely breathtaking even in the morning and a raging hangover.
“I-I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. You deserve more than me, you deserve a nice husband to put a ring on it first and then take your virginity, you deserve dates and flowers and shit like that. Shit I can’t do, won’t do, for anyone.”
You mull his words over and shake your head. “That’s not what I’m asking for. I don’t care about all of that. You once told me every guy always wants to have a friend who he can have sex with, no strings attached? But then like the movies, someone always ends up messing up and falling?” He nods in response, confused at where you’re taking this.
“Well, then here’s your opportunity. It’ll be give and take. You teach me how to be good at sex so I can finally date Jeongguk, and I can do my best to be a good fuck buddy. And you won’t have to worry about me catching feelings cause you’ll know the reason we started this in the first place.”
And maybe Taehyung is still a little drunk from the night before, or maybe even a little lightheaded at the way you smell really really good even after becoming drunk enough to pass out. Maybe its the way he gets a little competitive, knowing that this is one of the few times, he gets to fuck a girl first before Jeon Jeongguk gets to her. And maybe your offer is a little too enticing for him after weeks of not being able to get some because of the stupid project.
So he swoops down with a groan and presses his mouth to you, and although he doesn’t yet take your virginity that morning, he kisses and fingers you into your first orgasm, marking your deal with a silent promise.
The overwhelming urge to orgasm draws you back into your thoughts and you breathe heavily as your back arches again and you try and twist your hips away from his mouth. But his large hand splays over your stomach, anchoring you to the bed and preventing you from doing anything but take the pleasure he’s giving you.
You’re trembling and crying at this point, desperate to come, but afraid that if you do, he’ll prolong his so-called lesson into hours and hours of torture like that one time you were accidentally too loud and his roommate had caught on to your relationship.
Taehyung notices the signs, your eyes screwing shut and your head tipped back in a silent cry, your fingers clenching and unclenching at the head of the bed, and your stomach muscles trembling at the onslaught of his tongue on your clit. He knows that if he flicks his fingers against your spot one time, presses the flat of his tongue against you roughly, you’ll be coming in no time. So he slows down, gives you a little bit of slack as the quick movements of his lips against your core detach and press against your thigh as he catches his own breath, smirking at the way you sigh in relief.
The fingers inside of you slow down and just run lightly over your trembling pussy, applying enough pressure to keep you on edge, but retreating enough to give you a break.
“Good job,” He murmurs as your trembles decrease into light shudders and your whimpers fade into rushed pants. Glancing at his watch, he presses a congratulatory kiss onto your engorged clit, ripping a surprised cry from your throat. “Congrats, you held your orgasm for ten minutes.”
“Now let me show you how it’s really done.”
He lowers himself and returns to your core with newfound intensity, pressing the flat of his tongue against you and his upper lip sucking against your clit in the process. His fingers enter you again, crooking upwards to find your spot and pressing against it in harmony with the movements of his tongue.
In seconds, he draws you straight up to the edge again, minutes of endless teasing and edging has you as tight as a wire and your body is screaming for release. And Taehyung rewards just that.
The heavy hand on your hip drops underneath your bum in a sign of approval for you to move, and your heels immediately dig into his back as you angle your hips up to his mouth in desperation to come. You can literally feel him smile against your core as he chuckles, the vibrations hurtling you straight up to the pinnacle.
“Come, Y/N,” he grits against you and moves his tongue even faster against you and everything explodes as the orgasm you’d been chasing for the past half hour finally comes, and it doesn’t disappoint.
Taehyung lets you grind against him as you come, your thighs shaking and your arms numb as they strain against the binds. It washes over you in intense waves, you body trembling as the muscles in your stomach relax, and as your back arches in the sheer pleasure coursing throughout your body. You’re moaning and sighing and you lose control of your volume as the best orgasm in your life is still overwhelming your senses.
Taehyung moves his tongue against you when he notices you calming down from the orgasm, both hands firmly pressing down into your hipbones and rooting you to the bed as he continues his onslaught on your throbbing core.
You literally scream, tears springing up at the overstimulation of your senses and your instinct is to cringe away from the overwhelming immediacy of his movements, but the lanky boy is surprisingly strong as he grunts against your squirming hips and anchors you even harder against the sheets.
The pleasure begins to border on pain and the mixture has you biting your lip so hard it feels like it’s going to bleed and your fingernails pressing into your palms as you ball your fists in a haphazard effort to somehow escape the knots in the neckties. Only when you croak out, “T-too much! Too much! Taehyung, please! Too much!” He breaks away with a smirk, licking his lips with satisfaction and dotting kisses up your belly and up to your breasts with a satisfied groan.
He kneels up between your legs and watches with growing arousal at the way you still tremble, your arms and legs twitching at the intensity of this lesson, torso dotted with his hickeys and wetness shining in between your thighs. Your dainty little wrists are red at the straining against the binds and he smirks as he thinks about how you were going to hide the marks from Jeongguk whenever you were taking your tests or writing down notes.
Leaning up, he releases you from the binds, thanking his lucky stars that he, whilst complaining, had retained at least some useful information from the boy scouts on tying good knots. Except that probably wasn’t the whole point of the respected activity, but you know, whatever justifies the means.
He licks his lips clean, and sucks on his digits as you open your eyes. He watches as your tired lids flutter at the erotic sight of him licking your wetness from his fingers and he takes the time to lick every single one of them clean before walking over to the restroom and grabbing a towel for you.
He wipes you clean, gently enough to prevent you from cringing away from his touch, and makes sure you’re nice and comfortable before straightening up and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He covers your body with his thin sheets, as he smirks down at you. “Now thats how you achieve an awesome orgasm. That’s what edging feels like.”
“I fucking hate you, Taehyung,” you groan, wincing as you struggle to sit up. “That wasn’t only edging.”
He laughs at your state and reaches over to help you sit up against his pillows. “Oh right, might’ve sprinkled in some overstim in there too, but who knows?” He gives you a cheeky shrug and dodges your kick.
You glare at him, but it all fades into a laugh as you lean in for a quick kiss, pressing your lips against his as a thank you. You cradle his chin in your hand, stroking the soft skin there and coaxing his jaw to open as you lick at his lips. You tentatively prod your tongue at the seam of his lips, before retreating and nipping at his lower lip and pecking him, exactly how he’d taught you to make out. And Taehyung thinks about how damn good you’ve gotten at kissing compared to the first time you accidentally made him bleed, and despite a swell of pride welling up in his chest, he also feels a teensy bit regretful at teaching you so well, because the way you playfully and softly lick into his mouth has his dick straining against his jeans that he has to literally clench his fist to prevent himself from jumping you right then and there.
You take the way he opens his lips for you and lets you explore his mouth as a sign that he wants to continue. Because it was pretty obvious how much he wanted to release given that his pupils were blown out as if he was high and his dick was looking so uncomfortable against his tight jeans you almost felt a little bad for him, despite what he’d just done to you in his bed.
But he pulls away from you with a tight smile, and grabs your wrist in his large hand as he leans away. You frown at him inquisitively, and he just responds, “You’re probably feeling a little too sore for that right now. You can just sleep for tonight, we can finish the other lessons later.”
He makes a move to leave, patting himself on the back for being a gentleman for once in his life, but then your soft hand is curling around his bicep and pulling him onto the bed again. You smile up at him with a knowing grin, your skin absolutely gleaming in the post-orgasm bliss and as you sit up he can see that your nipples are hard again.
“We had a deal, Taehyung. Give and take. You gave me the best orgasm of my life, let me help you with your little problem.” You tip your chin at his crotch, and a strangled unsuccessful attempt at a protest dies on his lips. Reaching down to unbuckle his belt and pressing him down into the sheets, you situate him up against the pillows and grab his hands.
You lean down to distract him with your lips as you press them on either side of his head, anchoring him down. He protests as you kiss down his neck and pull his shirt off to attack his chest with little nips and hickeys, and you glare up at him, instructing, “Don’t move your hands, Taehyung, or I’ll make sure this is the last blowjob you’ll ever get.”
He laughs at your attempt to be dominant because he knows at the end of all this, you’d rather have him above you and telling you what to do instead. But he leans back and closes his eyes as you softly smooth your way down his chest and towards his pants and pull them off, settling between his legs and nuzzling into his crotch so softly that a moan escapes his lips.
“You think you’re the only one who can give? Hm, Taehyung?” You ask softly as your fingers dance over the his dick over the thin material of his boxers, blinking up at him innocently.
He can’t respond because his head is spinning at the sight of you naked, kneeling between his legs and leaning your cheek on his thigh with a playful glint in your eye. At his silence, you continue.
“Well, you’ve taught me well, because from now on, you’re gonna also have to learn how to take it from me.”
And you pull his boxers down and envelop his length into your hot mouth and he lets out a strangled groan as he throws his head back into the pillows.
Maybe he feels a little bit guilty for enjoying this, because that was definitely not what was supposed to be happening. Maybe he feels a little angry that you’ve gotten really good at this and soon it’ll all be ending and you’ll prance over to Jeon Jeongguk just so the little shit that Taehyung calls a friend will fuck you over just like he did all the other girls he played with. But as you grin around his length and your fingers reach up to intertwine with his in a mock attempt to calm him down, he indulges a little more.
Because, what was the worst thing that could happen? It was give and take, after all.
It's with jungkook and the reader as friends with benefits but they both work at the same place as surgeons. Taehyung comes in also a surgeon and a college friend and likes the reader too.
