Used To
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➤ Genre: Fluff, crack, mild smut
➤ Pairing: Taehyung x Y/N (Highschool AU, noona!reader)
➤ Word count: 3k~
➤ A/N: I memed a lot during this & I am not sorry. Also, this was designed to be a series — it may end up as a series of drabbles? Idk, it's a little chaotic since I'm just stream-of-consciousness writing it. I have fun things planned, but no promises on when I'll write for this — It's mostly when I get the urge for this type of subby Tae & I can't find it written the way I want anywhere (if you have fics with this kind of dynamic, feel free to rec!)
➤ Summary: Taehyung was the top-of-his class, handsome, sociable, talented student everyone loved to hate — if he weren't so damn lovable. He was content with the way things were in his life, but it felt like something was missing. That is, until he met you — a talented, self-assured student rivaling his own talents. There was something about you that made Taehyung feel nervous. Something that got his heart beating and tripped him up on words that usually flowed effortlessly with charm.
You made him feel his age — just a high school boy. Human, just like everyone else. Not some sort of idol perched upon a pedestal. Taehyung finally felt something other than mind-numbing boredom, so he decided to chase that feeling. Coincidentally, Taehyung ended up being just the thing you were looking for too.
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It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Taehyung wasn’t supposed to be late to his economics final, and he most certainly wasn’t supposed to be trying to hide a hard-on when he entered the classroom. Thankfully, he was able to use the heavy textbook in his hands as cover, as he apologized to the teacher and made his way to his desk.
Taehyung got settled in his seat and pulled himself close to his desk. With a short ‘thank you’ to his professor for handing him his exam, the boy did his best to focus on the papers in front of him.
How did the Ace student, Kim Taehyung, end up in this state?
Well, for starters, puberty was hitting this boy hard. His growth spurt seemed to come over night, pimples started to form without reason, and hair began growing in new places.
This, Taehyung could live with. What he couldn’t live with, though, was the raging morning wood he’d wake up with every day, and how easy it was for him to get hard — when he didn’t even want to! He wasn’t a pervert, he swore, but it appeared as though any little thing could set him off; could send blood rushing south. It was embarrassing. He didn’t want anyone seeing him like that.
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Taehyung had confided in his friends. He found out that some of them had already gone through something similar — and they reassured him it was something he would get used to and be able to tame with time. Others told him they never even had a problem with that; and even if they got hard in public, it didn’t show. At that type of response, Taehyung glanced down and felt a little better about his ‘problem’. Maybe it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to have something that heavy between his legs.
What was the worst thing about it all, besides the constant anxiety he'd humiliate himself in public somehow, was that he wasn’t interested in any of the people around him. Taehyung was popular, and he knew this — he had many girls and boys who wanted him. He was the class valedictorian and captain of the swim team.
Additionally, the boy was too charming and good-looking for his own good. It was unfair, really. People either wanted him, or wanted to be him. The school photographer had even gone so far as to say that Taehyung was the easiest to photograph, because he looked good from every angle (if you know, you know).
All of this praise was heard by Taehyung, but it never went to his head. He knew he was just a kid, like everyone else. Sure, he had great prospects for college and even a free ride lined up — if he played his cards right — but he knew that was all due to hard work; feats that anyone could achieve if they set their mind to it. Conceited wasn’t in his vocabulary; his parents had raised him better than that.
Taehyung always strived to put his best foot forward, so when he was late to a final exam, it just didn’t sit right with him. He did his best to focus on the test on his desk. Hell, it wasn’t even like the questions were difficult — I could pass this with my eyes closed. What really lit a fire in his veins was how his mind kept drifting to the same thing; how he constantly had to reel in his thoughts to answer the stupid questions in front of him.
He scribbled in a few more answer bubbles before setting his pencil down and staring out the window, tapping his foot. Analyzing the overcast sky outside, Taehyung came to a decision.
Nodding his head, he returned to his exam — this time in earnest. Why should he have to suffer at your hands? This was his life — his future — he couldn’t just fuck it up because he couldn’t keep his dick thoughts in check. With a final nod to himself, Taehyung decided, yeah... You, you are evil.
Yes, you. You were aware of this exam — how important it was for Taehyung. You had known all about how he was about his grades and his attendance; how pristine he kept his appearance and reputation. You knew all of this, yet you still chose to tease him.
Really, he made it so easy to tease him, in your mind at least. He was innocent... so obviously new to all things intimate, and he had this sweetness to him that was just so endearing.
Other boys his age were learning about their bodies, just like him, but most of them were only seeking release. Taehyung though, it seemed like the thought never even occurred to him. He just... was confused — and wanted to do what he could to continue placing first in his class and captain his swim team, without distraction. With how pure and... uncorrupted he appeared, he caught your eye — and kept it.
Once you had set your sights on Taehyung, he was — for the first time —completely caught off guard. He had gotten used to the advances of the people in his class and those under him, but he had never been approached by someone older than him. Sure, you were only a grade above him, but it felt like forbidden territory to Taehyung.
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It started during an end-of-the-summer event. It was sort of like a track and field event, but it had more of a ‘field day’ relaxed vibe to it. Teachers and coaches were there, and beer and soju were being sold at the vendor’s tents — for parents and teachers who wanted a little buzz to lessen the boredom of watching kids fumble around all day — so it was quite loose in terms of rules.
Taehyung, in his blue jacket representing the school, a sign with his name on it, and grey sweatpants, was jogging over to his teammates after completing a short distance race — a race he had finished first in — when he first noticed you.
You were competing in the pole vaulting event. A master at all things athletic since childhood, it was nothing to you. You simply ran, placed the pole at the right angle, used its momentum to propel you into the air, and cleared the placed bar — all with calculated ease. You'd done it hundreds of times before. You no longer had to think about it; it had simply become muscle memory. Landing on the soft mat beneath provided a familiar warmth, similar to how you felt when hearing the shocked cheer from onlookers. How used to failure they must be, you always thought. To sound so impressed from something simple as that.
As you removed yourself from the cushy landing pad, your eyes scanned the crowd. Your school was pretty big. But, you had to admit, the turnout of this year’s field day was larger than you expected. You gave high fives to your teammates as you made your way to the water bottles on the nearest bench to you.
Reaching the bench, you noticed all of the water bottles had been taken. Looked like you would have to journey elsewhere to quench your thirst. Thankfully, you had time. Your next appearance wasn’t until the archery event, so you had a little while to relax. And search for a drink apparently.
You were just about to wander in the direction of your vaulting teammates, when a water bottle appeared in front of your face.
“The closest vendor is halfway across the field,” a deep voice said, effectively making your eyes travel from the bottle to the large hand holding it and up his slender, well-sculpted arm to his... alarmingly good looking face. Is he wearing make up? Or maybe his parents are loaded and paid for plastic surgery at a young age...? He looked like such a doll — with his sharp jawline, lips that curved into natural pout, a cute nose with... is that a mole on the tip? Perfectly angled eyebrows framing eyes that were— does he have one double lid and one mono lid? Is that natural, or a fashion statement? His hair looked soft too, chestnut locks peeking out over his hairband — it took everything in you to not just run your fingers through it. Who was this kid? And how had you never met him?
At your silence, the beautiful boy continued warily. “I understand if you don’t want to share. I just thought I’d offer.” His hand holding the water bottle lowered slightly as he looked at it, unsure. He supposed... maybe it was weird to offer a girl he’d never met a water bottle, seemingly out of the blue. But, he had just watched your performance — and to say he was impressed was an understatement. He was fairly certain if he tried pole vaulting he would just end up on the ground, with more than just his pride broken. But you had executed it with such grace, Taehyung found himself mesmerized.
Of course he saw you were looking for a drink. After such an athletic display, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You moved like a piece of art, and he was drawn to you. Taehyung’s next event wasn’t until later; he had time.
Just as he was accepting defeat, you reached out to grasp the bottle. “A drink would be nice, thank you.”
Taehyung watched as you gave him a smile and downed half of the beverage before returning it to him with a satisfied sigh. He was too hung up on the feeling of your fingers brushing his to process much else.
When he realized he could take a sip and his lips would be touching the same thing yours did, something stirred in him. Something he was hoping to keep silent while at his school’s public event.
Covering his lapse up with a cough, Taehyung said it was no problem and turned to attempt to focus on the current events taking place in the field. What a lie. Taehyung spared a nervous glance down. He knew that it wouldn’t stay inconspicuous for long, no matter how he adjusted himself. Fucking grey sweatpants. He prayed that his thoughts would settle down and he could carry out his events incident free. All he needed was to make it through the next one. And then he could go home. And give himself the release he needed so badly.
Luck seemed to be toying with Taehyung that day, though. He had finally calmed himself down and steeled himself for his next appearance. He had his bow ready, eyeing the limited amount of arrows that awaited him at his position. It was time for his last event of the day, and his friends were cheering him on, giving him that extra bit of confidence. Walking out onto the field, Taehyung threw a look at his best friend and said with a wink, “Let's get it,” delighted to see the thumbs up returned from his friend.
Taehyung’s self-assured expression dropped the moment he looked to his left, only to see you, bow and arrow ready.
His head whipped back to the right (he may have felt his neck crack) just to mouth, “Oh fuck,” to his friends, before returning to face you with a cheerful grin — one he hoped had the ‘happy to see you’ vibe, but not the ‘too happy to see you’ vibe. It was a delicate balance between the two. And right then, Taehyung was feeling off-kilter.
“You’re in the archery event as well,” he started, giving you a small bow. “I didn’t get your name earlier. I’m Kim Taehyung.” I sound like a fucking robot.
He heard his friends snickering from where they were watching on the sidelines. They hadn’t missed how he had been ogling you all day, and they hadn’t missed Taehyung’s little 'problem' earlier either. Taehyung fought the urge to turn around and glare at them, opting to continue smiling at you instead. Was he smiling too much? Which side of the fine line between friendly and creepy was he currently on in your mind? Oh god, she probably thinks I'm crazy. The smile faltered on his face. Fuck. Why can't I just be normal around her?
With a smile like his, you almost forgot to reply. “Oh, I’m Y/N! Archery is actually my main event.”
You weren’t sure why you told him that, as it meant you needed to perform especially well now. You shouldn’t have been worried anyway — archery was your strength; it wasn’t a bluff. It’s just that... Well, if you did particularly bad, he’d think you were a liar. Which, normally you wouldn’t care about. It wasn’t like you paid much attention to other’s opinions of you.
For whatever reason, you didn’t want this particular person to have a bad view of you. You wanted to see that cute little boxy grin more. You were just starting to wonder how you hadn’t noticed him around school before, when he spoke again — in that velvety voice that was quickly becoming one of your favorite sounds.
“Oh, it’s not pole vaulting?” Taehyung knew he fucked up the moment the words left his mouth and was mentally cursing himself as soon as he saw your eyes narrow slightly, eyebrow piqued in curiosity. Still, Taehyung kept a nonchalant look on his face, as if he wasn’t screaming on the inside.
“So you watched that event?” The gears were starting to turn in your head. Deciding to probe him a little, you asked a question. “Did one of your friends compete?”
Under your scrutiny, Taehyung felt his face heating up. He rubbed his neck as he answered. “Um, no... I just, was in the area and ended up watching.”
You pursed your lips in thought, not missing the way his eyes followed the movement. “Why did you think it was my main event?”
“Because you looked like a pro at it,” came his automatic answer. He wasn’t even going to fight it — Taehyung knew his secret was compromised already. He always was bad at hiding his feelings.
The air between you two was shifting — more and more — as you put the pieces together and realized you had the upper hand. Here you thought you were crushing on the boy first, when in reality — he was already watching you. He’d watched you take first place in the event, appeared out of thin air (seemingly) with a water bottle when you needed it most, and now, here he was again — standing by your side and looking increasingly flustered as your conversation went on. Or, well, maybe it was more like an interrogation on your part, but you couldn’t help it. His responses were so honest and so... cute.
The information you had gotten from just that small interaction was more than enough to put a smile on your face, so you chose to back off with the questions... for the time being. The event was about to officially start anyway.
With a slight tilt of your head, you let out a happy hum. “Hm, well, allow me to show you what a pro archer looks like too~” You grinned at Taehyung, readying your bow once again.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watched the boy visibly relax — relieved you didn’t press further with your questions no doubt. Huh, I'm going to have fun with this one.
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“Please noona...” he whined quietly, his voice breaking as he fought to keep himself from rubbing against you, against anything.
“Please what? ... Hmm? I don't know what you want unless you tell me... V,” you drawled with a slight smirk, letting your eyes travel down his body, eyes landing on the obvious bulge tenting his red basketball shorts.
You were tempted to close the gap between you two and grind against it, feeling his warm hardness pressing against you, pulsing with every beat of his heart.
But, that wasn't how this game worked.
Taehyung looked down shyly at the nickname, a small smile on his lips. You had jokingly given it to him after you’d taken his virginity, his V card. And he coincidentally revealed V was actually one of his many nicknames — used mostly only by his inner circle.
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Now, whenever one of them called him that — because of you — all he could picture was you on top of him, watching his hard, throbbing cock slowly disappear into you inch by inch, as you lowered yourself onto him, painstakingly slow and controlled. Your wet, tight heat was the best thing he’d ever experienced. And he wanted— no, needed, more. Always more.
These thoughts didn't bode well around his friends. How the fuck would he explain a stiffy, when one of them was just trying to get his attention and talk to him? He really needed to get his hormones under control.
There were ways to combat it right? To fight your primal needs? It’s almost like he was fighting a war of hormone. (this is Jin's fault)
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Just last week, while they were at after-school track practice, they were doing stretches to warm up.
Taehyung wasn't the most flexible person, to say the least.
So, Jimin, being the kindest soulmate he was, took it upon himself to help Taehyung out. By the means of sitting behind Taehyung, pressed up against him, holding on to his hands, and pushing forward — so Taehyung could be closer to reaching his toes and stretching the muscles that so badly needed it. All of that was fine and normal.
However, Jimin chose this time to talk as well. “Yah, V...” he whispered into Taehyung's ear, causing Taehyung to involuntarily shiver against Jimin's body.
Taehyung could merely grunt in response as Jimin pushed his torso further forward.
“You know...” Jimin continued.
Taehyung did not like the tone of his voice. It was the one that told him Jimin was up to something, or he had something sly on his mind.
“You should really take this seriously, stretching and becoming more flexible I mean.”
Although in pain, as they practiced back and forth, trying to reach further with every stretch, Taehyung raised an eyebrow in question. “You don’t think I’m taking this seriously?”
Not that Taehyung could see it, but he could hear and feel the small exhale of breath signaling a laugh from his soulmate. “No,” Jimin giggled. “I didn’t mean about track,” he clarified.
Taehyung was confused. “Then what did you— agh! You’re going to break my spine—" He winced at the new pressure.
Jimin immediately backed off, but remained seated behind Taehyung, one hand rubbing his arm and the other his back.
Taehyung continued, more comfortable. “Then what did you mean?”
Jimin smirked, pleased at Taehyung finally taking the bait. “Oh V...” he started—
— Bringing Taehyung’s mind back to you. He had just gotten past it too, damnit.
“Don’t ever stop being your sweet, innocent self,” Jimin cooed, rubbing Taehyung’s back gently.
Pretty much offended, Taehyung turned to look at Jimin, eyes narrowed, brows furrowed, pout prominent as fuck. “Just tell me, you undercooked rice cake.”
Jimin thrived off of the insult, satisfied he got Taehyung all worked up so easily. “I meant,” Jimin started, an infuriating roll of his eyes — he knew exactly what he was doing and loved every moment of it, “flexibility can come in handy, outside of track, that’s all,” he finished nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders.
Taehyung was fed up by then. Signature blank intimidating look blanketing his face. All efforts to actually stretch were forgotten. “Oh?” He feigned interest. “Give me an example.” Taehyung knew what Jimin was doing. He also knew playing along was the best way to keep Jimin from thinking his 'sweet, innocent' Taehyung was secretly not so innocent anymore.
A shit-eating grin adorned Jimin's features. “What kind of example? There’s many to choose from.”
“Jimin I swear—“ Taehyung stopped to collect himself, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He tried again. “Jimin, will you please just tell me what you’re getting at? We have to start soon.”
The grin on Jimin's face brightened, if even possible, at the word ‘please’. “Okay I’ll tell you.”
Taehyung sighed, slumping forward in relaxation.
Jimin leaned forward as well, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's torso, moving his lips to his ear. Speaking lowly so no one else could hear, “I’ll bestow this wisdom upon you—“
Taehyung jerked and went to pull away, nonplussed, but Jimin pulled him back. “It may be a small thing,” he continued into Taehyung's ear, the boy listening avidly, albeit a bit disgruntled at the moment. What ridiculous shit's about to come out of his mouth?
“But, being flexible opens up so many doors in bed. Especially if you’re both flexible—“
Taehyung's eyebrows had disappeared into his bangs. He knew this was what Jimin was hinting at, but he didn't think his friend would actually go there. And so bluntly, too. Images flooded Taehyung's mind — of bending you over a desk, of pushing you on your back with your legs folded against your chest, of you bending in every which way he needed, screaming and moaning his name. Were you flexible? What would you sound like pushed to your limits? What would you look like? He needed to know.
A hand waved in front of Taehyung's face.
“Helloo? Still with me?” came Jimin's voice, and Taehyung turned to see his friend’s concerned face staring at him.
He blinked, trying to clear his mind. “Uh. yeah... yes!” Taehyung attempted to supply enthusiastically. “I get what you’re saying.” After he paused in thought. “I’d like to try more positions," he added, trying for the most innocent, inquisitive tone he could muster.
Jimin, who had been drinking from his water bottle during the free time he had whilst Taehyung formulated a response, choked on a sip and began coughing, holding his chest.
Eyes wide, Taehyung went into protect-mode for his soulmate. “Are you okay? What can I do?” Concern heavy in his face, hands itching to help, but unsure what to do.
Jimin continued coughing, but responded through them. “Just— swallowed down the — wrong tube — I’ll be fine,“ he wheezed, waving a hand as he tried to contain his coughing. After a few moments and a proper sip of his water, Jimin began to recover. He cleared his throat and leaned back on his hands, breathing becoming steady once again. “Did you have any... positions in mind?” He threw the line out there hoping to bait Taehyung again. Not even a near-death choking experience could put a dent in his mischievous nature.
Legs stretched out, torso leaned forward, hands flat on the floor between his legs, Taehyung was looking down. He tried to just look at the practice floor below him. But all he could see was you beneath him, his hands gripping your hips until his fingers left bruises. Agh. Fuck you for plaguing his mind with thoughts of only you. Why should my mind even be on her? He shook his head and fluffed out his hair in frustration. Who am I kidding?
First of all, looking down — he saw his hands on nothing but cold, black, scuffed flooring, his long legs dressed in sweats at either side, and, if he moved his eyes closer to himself, an embarrassing bulge threatening to become obvious if he couldn’t calm down. Wearing sweatpants was a bad idea. That's it, I'm throwing away all my sweatpants. Wearing boxers was a worse idea. Only briefs from now on, even if they're less comfortable.
Second of all, would you even have let him put you in the positions he had in mind? Not likely...
Third — and most important! —Maybe not the most urgent, but went in the important quadrant: Would you even want to sleep with him again?
Was it a one-and-done thing?
You got the urge out of you, right? Or... maybe you liked taking virginities? He was so so unsure.
Another hand in the face.
This time, Jimin had taken it upon himself to move from behind Taehyung and relocate in front of him, adopting the same position as Taehyung, however having one leg bent and the other enveloping Taehyung’s.
Taehyung looked up, jolted back to the real world. Jimin had an eyebrow raised, lips pursed. “Taehyung-ah, are you okay?”
The sincerity made Taehyung’s heart drop. He put on his best fake smile. “Mhm, I'm fine Jimin-ah~ I’ve been so spacey today... I didn’t get much sleep last night. But I’m okay.”
Jimin eyed him warily. “...Fine, but I still want you to answer my question before practice starts.”
Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. Damn. And he thought he had gotten away with it. “O-okay” he responded, rubbing his neck. Disguising his discomfort as him massaging a knot out of it, he asked, “What did you ask again?”
Jimin knew better. This was his best friend and soulmate, after all. He knew all of his body language cues, all the meanings behind his changes in tone, the words he would say, the looks he would give. And he knew Taehyung knew all of this too. Because, likewise, Taehyung knew all of Jimin's cues. So, in this case — Taehyung knew Jimin knew something was up. But Jimin could tell Taehyung didn’t want to address it yet. So, Jimin let this 'skirting around the real truth' happen.
A delicate balance of understanding and allowing your mate to go through the motions and be there for them, letting them learn things on their own, and not letting them get into things that are beyond the scope of what needs to be experienced in life.
Anyway.
One side of Jimin's mouth lifted in a teasing smirk. “I asked...” he started, whilst stretching his arms, to make it look like the two of them were still getting ready and not gossiping. “If you had any positions in mind,” he finished, cracking his neck while staring Taehyung in the eye.
Taehyung recognized the dangerous glint in his soulmate’s gaze. And he wanted to add fire to it. He had seen the switch in Jimin moments before — a silent agreement to keep things light, for the time being. So, Taehyung took his hands and laced his fingers together, stretching them above his head, behind his back, and finally forward — reaching to touch Jimin's chest. “I thought maybe you could recommend some, given your expertise,” Taehyung remarked as if he didn’t care, despite having both of his hands held by Jimin's tiny soft ones at that point.
Almost speechless with joy, Jimin gripped Taehyung’s hands tightly. “I’ll show you,” was all he said, smile turning his eyes into crescent moons.
Taehyung laughed at the cuteness of his friend, too tired to press further as practice was about to begin — but he gave his soulmate’s hands another squeeze and whispered into his ear before getting up. “So show me.”
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“P-please... touch me,” Taehyung whimpered softly, almost falling apart. He was so hard, he could feel his heartbeat coursing through his cock, as if it had its own. And it was only lunch period. He couldn't make it through the rest of the day like this.
You moved closer, reveling in the solitude you two had found on the roof of the school. It was surprising others didn't use this during lunchtime. Well, you’d heard there was a system — the rooftop wasn't for just anybody... Apparently that rumor wasn't all talk.
However, you had always been that floater — able to get in with any crowd, no strings attached on your end. You made connections wherever you wanted them.
You palmed Taehyung's cock through his shorts and ate up the high-pitched whimper that delved into a deep moan coming from the boy before you. “Y/N...” he almost groaned, the sensation of his dick in your hands as you stroked up and down at a relaxed pace becoming almost too much.
With a sly smile on your face, you dropped down on your knees and continued stroking him, finally pulling him from the confines of his clothes. You savored the hiss that came from him as his cock met the cool air. Coquettish eyes gazed up at a breathless Taehyung from beneath your lashes as you began to slowly lick from the base of his balls all the way up to his head, where you teased the tip before gently sucking on it, tongue flicking over the slit.
“Fuck...!” You could feel him tense under you, and you took his cock into your mouth gently, providing that soft heat you knew he craved.
Taehyung pushed you off of him after a few bobs. Wiping the excess spit from your mouth, you looked to him for an explanation. But the only explanation you needed was his fucked-out face and blown pupils.
“Noona.” His eyes were pleading. “I need to be inside of you.”
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You gave his tip a tantalizing little kiss before you wiped your mouth and got back on your feet, not missing the stunted whimper he tried to hold back as you did.
“Here?” You lifted an eyebrow, scanning your surroundings. Sure, you were on a rooftop alone, but what about all of the other buildings nearby? So many of them were taller, anyone looking could've seen you.
Taehyung’s eyes follow yours, and he hurriedly stuffed himself inside of his briefs and pulled up his shorts. “M-maybe not here but... “ he looked around, racking his brain for any place that would've been deemed safe.
You stepped forward, hindering the boy’s thoughts and making him step back nervously. “But what?”
Your voice was soft. You were playing coy.
He knew you were doing it on purpose. And he knew it was working on him. He was incredibly frustrated. Taehyung's brow furrowed as he looked down at you — at least he had an advantage in height.
“But...” Taehyung stared at you for a few seconds before looking away, biting his lip. His hands snaked around your waist and gently pulled your hips to his. You gasped at the feeling of him pressed up against you, but tried to keep it quiet — this was your game after all.
Still gripping your hips flush to his, he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I know a place we can go.”
Intrigued, “And where’s that, V?” you asked sweetly, rolling your hips into his, eliciting a lewd moan from him.
His hold on you tightened, stopping you from being able to move at all. You pulled away in question, only to be met with a darkness in his gaze. He didn't seem to be playing around anymore.
“V...?” Your voice was tentative, not having seen that look in his eyes before.
Taehyung said nothing and instead guided you backwards, hands on your hips in a bruising grasp.
“What ar—“ Your breath left you in a gasp as your back met a cement wall. Taehyung released one hand to grip the back of your neck and pull you together into a feverishly delicious kiss.
His other hand traveled its way up your body as you both kissed, messy and breathless, sliding up to grip your face in an endearingly strong yet soft way, the hand on your neck also sliding forward in a warm caress, until he had your face between his hands, his hips grinding into you, his need for you clearly communicated.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to pull him closer, if possible. Your knees began to feel like jelly, but you were determined not to show how affected you are — so you stood your ground and ground your hips into Taehyung's as well, indulging in the low moan that left his mouth, and taking it all in with your own. He sounded so sinful when he was lost in the moment.
He broke away only when he needed to breathe, a line of spit connecting the two of you while you both panted for air. You felt small under Taehyung’s intense gaze, but then he broke into a smile and dipped to kiss your cheek.
“We can go to the locker rooms,” came his breathless response to your question.
You stilled.
“Wait— What? The... The locker rooms. Are you serious?” You wrinkled your nose. “That’s the best you could come up—“
Taehyung kissed you quiet, pulling back to smile at you fondly. “It sounds worse than it is,” he supplied, as if that would solve everything.
Unconvinced, you squinted up at him and give him a quick peck on the lips for good measure. “Go on...” You noticed his eyes held no trace of that dark demeanor from before. Did I just imagine it?
As Taehyung thought about it, the smirk you loved and hated appeared on his face. “Well... it’s not as dirty as you think." He shifted his eyes from the sky back to you, trying to nail in the sincerity. “And I know when people will be in there versus when it’s empty. And right now—“ He paused to pull his phone out of his pocket. "—there’s no reason for anyone to be there.” He slipped his phone away and looked at you, a slight smile on his face. “And we have about 15 minutes until lunch break is over.”
You had a tiny internal battle at this. Boys locker room — gross. Could get caught — not fun. But. You had a Kim Taehyung in front of you, hard and more than eager — just for you. And you couldn't deny how your underwear was becoming soaked through. The pros outweighed the cons, clearly.
Taehyung tilted his head at your silence, a crease forming between his brows. “... If you don’t want to noona, you can tell—“
You cut him off with a swift kiss, pulling back just as quickly. “No I—,” you took a breath, looking anywhere but him. “—I think we should go for it."
Taehyung stared down at you. Oh... maybe I didn't imagine it? What's this? You barely suppressed a shiver. Taehyung was looking at you like he could eat you alive. He released his grip on your waist, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Oh, fuck...” he groaned while looking away, holding his hands to his head. He stepped away from you. Pulling his hands from his face, Taehyung peered at you. Once again, the darkness in his gaze had vanished without a trace, his entire demeanor shifting back to the Taehyung you were used to. What's this... other side?
“Noona.”
You almost forgot to reply, drinking in his presence before you. You were ready to devour him yourself.
“Y-yes?”
Taehyung appeared conflicted. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, almost like he was steeling himself for something, before reopening them and fixing you with a predatory gaze.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”