You meet Taehyung at a bar as a non-army and so are unaware of his famous status, things get heated. A couple of weeks after, you begin work at a new company, where you are assigned as an assistant for BTS. You are shocked to find that Taehyung is in fact V and he is equally shocked that you are the assistant. As you are now with them nearly 24/7 it proves difficult to keep your hands off one another, and it’s not just Taehyung that wants you…
This is the start of a smutty series, mostly about Taehyung, but there could be parts with the other members. Enjoy!
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: 18+, fluff.
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You meet Taehyung at a bar as a non-army and so are unaware of his famous status, things get heated. A couple of weeks after, you begin work at a new company, where you are assigned as an assistant for BTS. You are shocked to find that Taehyung is in fact V and he is equally shocked that you are the assistant. As you are now with them nearly 24/7 it proves difficult to keep your hands off one another, and it’s not just Taehyung that wants you…
Pairings - Female Reader x Taehyung, Female Reader x Jungkook
Warnings - 18+, sex [in a bathroom hehe], oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, cum swallowing
Word Count - 3.6K
Description - Reader is inexperienced and is too nervous to let Jungkook see that, so she comes up with a (not so) great plan!
You and Jungkook had finally had sex and well… that was it. You weren’t exactly sure what you’d been expecting after it had happened.
It wasn’t like you’d expected him to profess his undying love for you and propose to you on the spot or anything, but things were just…the same. He had texted you a few times wanting to meet up again, but you’d been busy and it had been a week since you last saw each other.
He was trying - but not as hard as you would’ve liked and you wondered if the fact that you’d given him exactly what he’d wanted was he no longer interested.
But Jungkook was a decent guy you reminded yourself, he was attentive and caring and had been from your first encounter, plus this was all so new to you - the dating and the talking stage and situationships – so you had no idea what was normal and what wasn’t.
All this over thinking was exactly why you were sitting at a house party chugging cheap vodka like it was going out of style. Well, it wasn’t just anyone’s house, it was Namjoon’s to be exact which was exactly why Taehyung was in the corner chatting up some brunette with a beautiful face and perfect body. You had sat watching him with a scowl on your face – wasn’t he the one who had said he couldn’t stop thinking about just a few days ago? It wasn’t like you cared or anything - you definitely did not. What you two had done was strictly business for lack of a better word.
Still, you sat there, feeling bitter and unwanted.
Taehyung and Jungkook could have any girl they wanted.
You weren’t sure why you kept lumping the two of them together in the same thought but if Taehyung touched the brunette’s arm one more time you felt you might just snap.
Jungkook wasn’t even here, which was why you must’ve been paying so much attention to Taehyung – you were simply bored – yes that was it.
However, he was on his way, and you would soon stop focusing on the way the brunette laughed a little too hard at Taehyung’s joke and hit his arm playfully.
The alcohol burned its way down your throat as you finished your cup, you made your way to the kitchen to get a refill and saw Namjoon doing the same.
“Hey Joonie, this is great party!” You said hugging him.
Namjoon let out a low chuckle. “Someone is a little drunk huh?”
You pouted and shook your head “Sober as a judge my friend. Sober. As. A. Judge.”
Namjoon looked at you a little questioningly one eyebrow raised. “Whatever you say ______. Where's Tae?” He asked craning his neck into the living room.
You scowled “Why would I care?”
“I don’t know ______, maybe because you two are friends and usually hang out at parties.”
Maybe you were letting your emotions show a little too much at Namjoon’s harmless questions, but any attempt at hiding anything was about four vodkas ago.
“He can do what he wants.” You said as you decided to shot your drink.
“Did you two fight or something?” Namjoon asked, he was looking at you with slight concern in his eyes.
“Nope.” You answered, you were being short with him, but you were becoming increasingly more irritated at all the Taehyung talk.
“Hm. Sure. What about JK then? Where is he?”
You poured yourself another drink. “He’s on his way. Said he’d be here soon.”
Namjoon nodded and took a sip of his drink; he was in uncharted territory trying to navigate moody, drunk you.
“You two still seeing each other?”
That was it, your breaking point. It shouldn’t have been, but it was.
“Jesus Joonie! I don’t know!” You said storming out of the kitchen and making your way up to the bathroom.
You slammed the door and locked it needing a moment of silence. You put the toilet lid down and sat on it putting your head between your legs. You were going insane, it was the only logical explanation.
Nothing was this complicated when you were still a virgin, you should’ve kept it that way.
As you sat back up you took a moment to breathe, nothing had really changed, you were being dramatic. Taehyung was still your friend and Jungkook was still a guy you’d been on a couple of dates with. Except you’d fucked your friend, and it had been consuming you just as much as when you’d fucked Jungkook – maybe even more.
You heard a knock on the bathroom door and it made you jump.
“Someone’s in here.” You shouted through the door, wishing whoever was on the other side would leave.
“It’s me _______.” Taehyung’s voice cut through your thoughts.
God. Why?
“Let me in _____. Did you fight with Namjoon or something, what the fuck was that?”
You stood up and opened the door, dragging him inside by the wrist and shutting it tight, turning the lock.
“Why are you shouting that through the door Tae, people will hear you and think I’m some sort of drama queen.”
Taehyung let out a low scoff. “Well ______, if you saw the way you stormed up those stairs - you would see that you actually are being a drama queen.”
“Oh fuck you.” You hissed out at him.
Taehyung looked genuinely surprised. “Fuck me? Why am I catching strays? I thought Joon was the one you were mad at.”
You held your hands up. “Jesus Tae, I didn’t fight with Namjoon, okay?”
“Alright alright ______, are you okay though?” He asked, raising his hands in defence.
“Yes Taehyung, I’m fine okay, go fuck that brunette you were talking to and leave me alone.”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow at you. You watched him as he assessed your mood.
“Just like how you went and fucked Jungkook?”
Your eyes widened. Was he being serious right now?
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What ______?” Taehyung was willing you to pick a fight with him, he was standing close to you, his eyes narrowing.
“That’s not fair Tae, me and Jungkook have been seeing each other, what happened between me and you… it was an agreement between friends plus it was so I could finally pluck up the courage to sleep with Jungkook or did you just forget that part?”
Taehyung’s chest was heaving now at your words.
“And what about when you nearly came on my thigh the next day, was that part of the agreement too?”
You let out a large exhale you could feel yourself growing hot at his words.
You ran a hand through your hair, “That was – God I don’t even know what that was.”
“That was you being a little slut ______.” Taehyung moved closer to you, too close you couldn’t even think straight.
The pure filth coming out of his mouth sent a pulse of arousal straight to your core.
“You’re being fucking ridiculous right now, you know that?” You put your hands to his chest as a means to push him away from you, but of course it was like trying to move a wall. He immediately brought his hands up to your wrists, holding you in place.
He closed his eyes and inhaled. “All I keep thinking about… is how you tasted, the noises you made. That brunette was flirting with me and all I could think about was you ______.” He had reopened his eyes at this point and was looking straight at you, his desire radiating off him.
“I haven’t fucked anyone new in a week or even had that sort of thought cross my mind because all I can think about is you _____.”
You widened your eyes a little, he was really on a mission to drive you crazy, why was he saying all this to you?
Still, he continued.
“But you made it clear the other night when you went off and let Jungkook take you home. After you had just told me you wanted my dick, you went home and had another dick inside you, not thirty minutes later I’m sure, isn’t that right? Do you have any idea how crazy that made me?”
All you could do was stare. You didn’t know what to say. You could hear your own breathing - heavy, wanting.
You shook your head no to his question. You were sure he didn’t want an actual answer from you, but it was all you think to do.
“Stop looking at me like that ______ or I’m going to fuck you right in this bathroom.” He said, his hands closing tighter round your wrists.
Your resolve broke.
“Do it.” You said quietly but he had heard you.
Taehyung snapped then, his hands let your wrists go and he quickly spun you round and brought you close to him, your back pressed into his chest.
You couldn’t see him anymore but his hands quickly made his ways to your tits. You closed your eyes and leaned into him, moaning.
“Yes baby make those noises for me.” He whispered in your ear.
His hands quickly make their way down your body pulling up your skirt.
You were soaked through your underwear which Taehyung quickly discovered as he dipped his expert fingers in immediately finding your clit.
You groaned. “Fuck.”
“You are so wet baby, so fucking ready for me.” He began kissing your neck, sucking and nipping on the flesh.
Your legs felt like they were about to buckle at the way he was expertly rubbing your clit.
He reached his other hand up your body, slowly pushing his hand under your top he found your nipple over the lace of your bra and began pinching and rolling.
It was almost too much, too much pleasure all at once, your approaching orgasm was coming faster than you could’ve ever anticipated.
“Are you going to come like this ______?”
All you could do was nod.
“Tell me what you want baby, I’ll give you anything you want. Anything.” Taehyung was whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he sped up his hands.
You let out a low whine, “I’m so close Tae. Please.”
“It’s okay baby, let go, come.”
His words set you over the edge, your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and if Taehyung hadn’t held you upright you would’ve been on the floor.
“That’s right baby. Just like that.”
When you finally came back to - you realised Taehyung had removed his hand from your underwear and was slowly turning you back around to face him.
“That was – ” Taehyung cut you off with his lips, kissing you like a man possessed. You immediately returned the kiss, bringing your hands up to run them through his impossibly soft hair.
Taehyung moaned into you, pressing his crotch into your stomach and you felt his hard on through his trousers. You immediately reached down to palm his length.
“Hmm, so much more confident this time baby.” He whispered against your lips.
“Although I have to say, I miss the you that needed step by step instructions as you looked at me with those big doe eyes, god you were so curious, so pure.”
You chuckled a little “I’m not some sort of sexpert all of a sudden Tae, I’ve had sex twice in my life.”
“Hm, and you what they say, don’t you? You never forget your first.”
You could’ve rolled your eyes if you weren’t so turned on. You had now taken to unbuttoning Taehyung’s slacks and reaching in, you could feel him in all his glory.
“I wanna taste you.” You said, looking down at him. He looked painfully hard and you wanted to give him some quick relief.
Taehyung stared at you for a moment.
“Get on your knees.” He commanded and you willingly obeyed.
He fisted his hand into your hair moving it out of the way as you quickly got to work.
“Tell me.” he said as you wrapped your lips around his tip. “Did you do this to Jungkook? Did you beg for his cock like this?”
You shook your head no slightly as you tried to take in as much as you could.
Taehyung let out a groan as you looked at him making eye contact.
“If only he knew what a little slut you are for me.”
Taehyung thrusted forward a little causing you to gag on him slightly, this was a new position for you and you weren’t quite used to the sensations.
“You can take it baby I know you can.” He said to you, voice so low you could barely hear him.
You moaned around him, he was going to be the death of you.
As you worked him a little more you could tell he was becoming undone.
“Baby stop, I need to be inside you.” He said as he pulled himself from you.
You got back up and began kissing him again a fresh pulse of arousal soaking your underwear again.
“Turn round and bend over for me baby.” Taehyung said, his hands on your hips already beginning to turn you around.
You did as instructed, leaning your forearms on the sink counter and looking up in the mirror to see Taehyung line himself up behind you.
“Look at this beautiful ass. You’re so pretty baby.” You could feel him slipping your underwear down and spreading your cheeks.
You heard Taehyung let out a frustrated groan “Shit. We don’t have a condom.”
“It’s fine.” You said quickly. You knew it wasn’t the smartest idea but you didn’t really care in this moment.
“It’s fine Tae.” You repeated.
Taehyung thought he might go insane as you pressed up against him.
“So fucking needy.” He whispered under his breath.
You felt him line up again and slowly begin to sink into you.
The feeling was so much different this time. The feeling of him raw inside you, the position you were in.
You moaned, probably too loud and Taehyung joined you both wrapped up in such intense pleasure.
“Fuck,” Taehyung wasn’t even all the way in you yet. “Jesus christ – fuck you are so fucking tight. Give me a minute here.”
You whined and placed your forehead on the cool countertop. “Taehyung please.”
Taehyung pushed all the way into you and you’d forgotten how big he was as he stretched you open and you accommodated yourself to him.
“Fuck you are so big.” You groaned as he began slowly thrusting.
Taehyung’s hips stuttered slightly at your words.
“Yeah? I’m sure Jungkook didn’t give you nearly as much as you needed. You need a big cock to fill you up huh?”
You couldn’t even bring yourself to give an answer, the feeling almost too much.
The way Taehyung was fucking you, you thought you might orgasm alone from just the penetration, but you needed to speed things up a little. You brought a hand down to rub your clit chasing your second orgasm as Taehyung began to speed up.
“Fuck, tell me your close baby I’m not going to last much longer you feel so good.”
You nodded a little as you continued to rub your clit, clenching around Taehyung.
“Fuck _______. You gonna come for me? Yeah? Come on this dick.”
Your orgasm came crashing down on you.
You heard Taehyung moaning at the feeling and he quickly pulled out of you.
You made a strategic move, turning quickly and getting down on your knees.
You saw Taehyungs shock as you sucked the tip of him into your mouth as he continued to stoke himself, coming undone at the sight of you he came in your mouth.
You swallowed him down, not particularly enjoying the taste you moaned around him anyway, swallowing
“Such a good girl.” Taehyung said as he watched you take every last drop.
You stood up, fixing your skirt and wiping your mouth.
Taehyung placed a hand on your jaw and pulled you in for a quick kiss.
He tucked himself away as you both tried to make yourself look presentable.
You weren’t exactly regretting what had just happened but you did feel a little shameful that you’d just let your friend fuck you in a bathroom of a house party - not a condom in sight.
“That was so fucking crazy good. You are something else ______, how had we not been doing this sooner.”
You gave him a softer kiss this time just a peck before, turning to the mirror and making sure you didn’t look like someone who just did… well…what you did.
“This can’t happen again Tae, do you hear me?” You said as you gave your lips once last wipe.
Taehyung let out a groan only this time it wasn’t of a sexual nature.
You laughed a little, maybe you really were driving him insane.
“You need to stop asking me to fuck you then. I mean that’s twice now – actually three times.” He corrected himself, smirking at you.
“With a 67 percent success rate.” He winked and put his hand on the doorknob twisting slowly you watched as he peeked his head out.
“We’re all good, get your ass downstairs and I’ll be down in a minute.”
You nodded going to walk out and, to your shock, he gave you a quick slap on the ass. You yelped and turned your head to glare at him before scurrying down the stairs.
As you headed back to the living room you scanned the room, your heartbeat racing a little hoping Jungkook hadn’t arrived yet.
God what were you doing? This wasn’t you, or was it? You were finding out a lot of things about yourself with your newfound sexual freedom.
You loved the way Taehyung made you feel, wanted, sexy, exhilarated. He had confidence in spades and made you feel the same with when you were with him. You thought about your friendship and wondered if he’d always been attracted to you. God just thinking about it made you wet again. What did he have such an effect on you?
“Hey _____.” You heard someone approaching behind you, calling your name.
It was him, of course it was him. Jungkook was smiling as he pulled you in for hug and you immediately threw your arms around his neck pulling him in.
“I couldn’t find you, I was worried you’d gone home.” He said as you buried your head into his shoulder.
“Nope, still here.” You said pulling away and smiling up at him.
You were putting on a brave face but the shame and guilt of what you had just done was now drowning you as you looked into his big brown eyes.
“Jungkook!” You heard someone shout his name from across the room and turned to see a group of his friends.
He glanced at you for a second.
“Go mingle! I’ll be fine!” You encouraged him, handing him the drink in your hand.
“I’ve had a head start on you, drink this.”
He smiled at you before nodding and walking over to his friends.
You let out a heavy sigh, you weren’t sure what you and Jungkook were, but you were sure that the feeling in the pit of your stomach wasn’t anything good.
“Hey.” Someone approached you from behind and you almost jumped out of your skin. You turned to face Taehyung once again.
“Oh my god, go somewhere else Tae.” You said, you didn’t know how to handle this.
“_______ we’re friends. It’s normal for us to talk together at a party.”
You took a deep breath, he was right, it wasn’t in any way strange for Taehyung to approach you, everyone knew you had been friends for years.
“I know I know – it’s just, he’s here now Tae, and I guess I feel guilty right now considering what just happened.”
You saw him raise an eyebrow “You guys aren’t exclusive or anything right?”
You shook your head “Not yet. I don’t think so.”
You weren’t sure what exactly his expression meant when you said those words but it didn’t look like he was happy for you that was for sure.
“So… it’s not like we did anything too bad, he could be fucking other girls for all you know, you get that right?”
No, that thought hadn’t actually crossed your mind, was he? You took a moment to assess how you felt about that. You couldn’t be mad at him that would make you the biggest hypocrite in the world, you didn’t love the idea either, but it didn’t exactly fill you with rage or anything.
“You’re right, we haven’t had that talk.” Was all you could think to say.
“…So until you and him decide to become exclusive or not… we’re not really breaking any rules.” He said, sending a wink your way.
You rolled your eyes in response but the way you felt your stomach clench was dangerous, why the fuck was your body betraying you like this?
“Enjoy the rest of your night Tae.” You said before making your way back over to Jungkook.
You spent most of the night with him, partying and drinking.
You lock eyes with Taehyung a few times throughout the night but quickly look away when the pull to him feels more intense than you’re able to handle.
You even end up going home earlier than Jungkook, telling him that you are tired but he should stay. He clings to you but eventually nods and lets you go.
When you finally get home you throw yourself down onto your bed an incredibly deep and dramatic groan leaving you. You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into.
Your phone buzzed indicating a text and you pulled out your phone.
Tae: Come over to my place tomorrow
You replied a quick ‘no’, before throwing your phone out of arms reach, you were pretty sure you could let him talk you into anything at this point, so ignoring him was your best option. You soon after that fell asleep, your dreams plagued with a certain face.
Pairings - Female Reader x Taehyung, Female Reader x Jungkook
Warnings - 18+, thigh riding in a room full of people .. (although no one notices), sex
Word Count - 3.3K
Description - Reader is inexperienced and is too nervous to let Jungkook see that, so she comes up with a (not so) great plan!
[P.S I have no idea if I want to write anymore parts to this one, this could be the final part - let me know what you think]
It had only been a day after you and Taehyung had did what you did before he texted you.
It was like he wasn’t even bothered about what you had done and you couldn’t stop thinking about it, it had consumed your every moment for the past 24 hours, you sighed loudly as you glanced at the text.
Tae: Movie night at Namjoons!!! hope ur coming!!
How was he back to being his same old self with you so fast?
After about 5 minutes of staring blankly at your wall your phone buzzed again. As you looked down it was a text from Jungkook this time.
Jungkook: hey, hope ur coming to namjoon’s, i want to see u
You let out a long groan of frustration, you were going to go to this stupid movie night.
*
As you arrived at Namjoon’s doorstep you took a deep breath, this didn’t have to be weird if you didn’t make it, right? Nothing had changed between you and Taehyung, at least that’s what you tried to convince yourself as you knocked on Namjoon’s door.
“______!” Namjoon greeted you warmly, pulling you in for a hug.
“Hey Joon, did I miss the start of the movie?” You asked, knowing your internal debate had caused you to be late.
“No, no of course not, you know how we are, we haven’t even picked the damn movie yet.” He laughed as you followed him down to his basement which had been renovated into a small but decent living space where you all liked to hang out from time to time.
As you followed him down the stairs and into the space you quickly glanced around to see the two small couches already being took up by 5 boys, Namjoon had his own chair that he didn’t let anyone sit on so there you were standing like an idiot with nowhere to sit. You played it off, going to sit on the ground.
“Woah!” Jimin – you knew him, but definitely not as well as Namjoon and Taehyung – started, “I saved you a seat right here ______.” he said tapping his lap. You scoffed and rolled your eyes “In your dreams Park.”
“Oh you are.” He said, smirking at you. You rolled your eyes, not in the mood for his antics.
“Hey, if there’s anyone’s lap you should be sitting on, it’s Jungkook’s am I right?” Namjoon chimed in and you could have died then and there.
You glanced at Jungkook who gave you small smile and you couldn’t help as your eyes glanced to Taehyung for a small second who had his face buried in his phone, typical.
“You mind?” you said looking at Jungkook.
“You want to sit on m-my lap?” He asked stuttering a little, his eyes widening.
“No you idiot, I just meant can I sit on the floor where your sitting and lean my back against the couch.”
“So you want to get in between his legs?” Jimin asked, still smirking.
As you sat on the floor you just rolled your eyes again, boys were tiring.
Taehyung, however, who was usually the noisiest in any room at any given time, was being eerily quiet and acting like his phone screen was the most interesting thing in the world. You let out a small sigh, you really hoped it wasn’t because of what you had asked of him.
As the boys finally agreed on a movie and turned off the lights you asked Namjoon if he had any snacks.
“There might be some in the kitchen, go up and check.” He said casually.
Namjoon had said a long time ago that he wasn’t treating anyone that came to his house like guests otherwise he wouldn’t get a moments peace, so if you wanted something you were getting it yourself.
You got up and started walking up the stairs, making your way to the kitchen. You didn’t even realise Taehyung had been behind you until you turned only to be a few centimetres away from his face.
“Jesus Taehyung you scared me half to death.” You said after nearly jumping out of your own skin.
“Sorry,” he said giving you a small smile, “just decided I wanted something sweet to eat.” And you could have sworn he said it in such a way, you were the something sweet he was referring to.
“Oh.” Was all you said, before turning your back to him, opening a cupboard. You spotted some cookies on the top shelf and decided to reach for them, as suspected you were too short and after a small struggle you felt Taehyung press behind you, his crotch pushing into your ass for a short second before he grabbed the cookies and moved away from you again.
“Can you stop that.” You said, your cheeks heating.
“Stop what?” Taehyung asked, feigning innocence.
“You know exactly what you’re doing Tae!” You said, feeling frustrated.
Taehyung walked forward, pining you against the counter.
“This is so stupid, but I cannot stop thinking about you. What have you done to me? Do you have a magic pussy?” He asked, breathing heavy.
You could’ve laughed if he hadn’t been standing so close to you, moving in slowly, putting his lips to your neck in short sweet kisses.
“Tae, give it a rest…we can’t do this…Jungkook…”
“I don’t mind sharing.” Taehyung said, still working on your neck.
“I know your freaky ass doesn’t, but I doubt Jungkook would be happy about this.”
You could barely concentrate on what you were saying as Taehyung kissed and licked at your neck, pressing his clothed crotch against yours.
“Hmm you are so pure, I can’t stop thinking about how I wrecked you, are you sore?” He asked.
You were a little, Taehyung had definitely made you sure you felt what had happened. You gave him a small nod.
“That pretty pussy of yours took me so well, you did amazing for your first time.” Fuck, that sent a fresh pulse of arousal straight to your core.
You couldn’t believe how bold Taehyung was being with his words but truth be told, you loved it.
You wanted so bad to let him have this, to have him take you out to his car and fuck you until you couldn’t remember your own name.
Like he was reading your mind, he spoke, “How do you feel about car sex?”
You let out a small whine as he looked at you like he was about to devour you whole.
“Such a pretty sound.” He said. He got closer to you, his hands beginning to roam around you body kissing your neck slowly he began running his hand over you tits, it was a mistake to go braless under your jumper. You moaned as his fingers skimmed over your nipple.
“Fuck…Tae…I can’t. It was a one time thing. I did this so I could finally get the courage to fuck Jungkook, remember?”
Taehyung pouted a little.
“I know.” He said sighing a little. “But it was so fucking hot. I didn’t know it was going to be like that.”
You groaned a little.
“Taehyung…we have to go back downstairs people will begin to wonder where we are.”
“Okay, okay,” He said, finally moving away from you, but you couldn’t lie, you already missed the feeling of him against you.
You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.
As you both walked downstairs you tried to act casual, even pretending to look at your phone as you walked towards were you were sitting.
“What’d you get?” Namjoon asked and you waved the cookies in the air before throwing them to him, you didn’t feel hungry for food anymore.
“Sweet!” He said ripping open the packet like some primal animal.
“_______!” You heard Taehyung say. “Come sit beside me, I’ll make room.” Taehyung had situated himself in a small one seater.
You were going to kill him. If you protested too hard people would wonder why - you and Taehyung had always been comfortable with each other.
You looked behind at Jungkook and he simply shrugged, not seeming too bothered, it wasn’t like you and him were anything serious, you’d hung out three times.
You let out a heavy sigh as Namjoon switched the lights off again, trying to find your way over to Taehyung in the darkness, you reached out your hands. Taehyung responded by grabbing them and pulling you down to him. You fell into him awkwardly, grunting in annoyance.
“I don’t know what you’re hoping to gain from this.” You hissed at him, keeping your voice low. Luckily it was dark, and the movie was loud. Although he'd basically pulled you straight onto his lap.
Taehyung let you adjust yourself and once you had perched yourself at the edge of his knee, you sighed heavily, this was exhausting.
Before you could even realise what was happening Taehyung began moving his leg causing you to spread your legs to plant your feet on the floor so you wouldn’t fall. Your core landed directly onto Taehyung’s meaty thigh and you nearly groaned out loud, this boy was smart.
Taehyung leaned forward, “I’m so glad you wore that little skirt, do me a favour and move your panties to the side.”
You took a shallow breath, surely he can’t be serious?
“Do it for me baby, just shift them over a little.”
You nervously looked around, no one was looking at you.
As if a woman possessed you quickly lifted a little and did what Taehyung had asked, moving the lace to the side so that your core laid bare on Taehyung’s jeans. You quickly retrieved your hand from such an inappropriate place, what the fuck was wrong with you?
Taehyung just watched you, feeling so turned on he nearly came in his boxers.
“Good girl, now use me.” Was all he said.
You hesitated, far too nervous to even do anything let alone grind yourself on his thigh.
Taehyung shifted his thigh and little and felt the full sensation of his thigh against your bare core.
And fuck did it feel good, you moved your hips a little, keeping a slow and steady pace, you could not risk getting caught.
Just a few days before you had never done anything sexual in your life, how did you end up here?
“Come on baby girl, ride me proper.”
Jesus Christ, it took everything in your being not to moan.
You picked up the pace a little, you were practically dripping onto Tae’s thigh.
You needed more, you needed him inside you, this wasn’t enough.
“What’s wrong? Why are you slowing down?” He whispered in your ear.
You were so turned on you didn’t even care how crude you were being when you whispered back.
“I want your dick Tae.” You practically whined.
Taehyung couldn’t get both of you up fast enough and then all eyes were on you both.
You tried your hardest to look normal, but you weren’t sure if it worked.
“Guy’s I’m just going to drive ____ home then come back, she said she thinks she’s getting a migraine.”
A valid excuse, considering you did get them frequently. Taehyung was a good liar.
“I can drive you home _____.” Jungkook piped up and you immediately felt guilt. What the fuck had you been thinking sneaking away with Taehyung. You felt so stupid being blinded by lust, you were better than that.
“Yeah that would be great Jungkook. Thanks.” You said.
“But-” Taehyung began to protest and you shoved an elbow into his ribs.
Jungkook smiled as your agreement, standing up and leading you upstairs.
You phone began to ding and you already knew who it was.
You quickly glanced at your phone, scanning just a few messages.
Tae: U know our fuck was gonna be good!!!
Tae: Cnt believe u left w him THAT horny
Tae: Wait…ur not gonna fuck him… r u?????
You nearly laughed out loud, turning your attention away from your phone and focusing on the back of Jungkook’s head. As you followed him out to his car you grew a little frustrated you had basically blue-balled yourself, you had been so close to coming just a few mere minutes ago.
“You okay?” Jungkook asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You lied.
Horny was an understatement.
As you got into Jungkook’s car you found yourself unable to keep your eyes off him, watching the veins in his arms as he changed gears, watching the concentration on his face and he kept his eyes forward. He was stunning and you no longer had the fear that was holding you back the last time.
As he pulled up at your apartment you felt insatiable.
“Do you wanna come in?” You asked him causally.
“I thought you had a headache?” He said, his eyebrows furrowing, you noted how cute he looked doing that.
“Yeah, I kind of do, but I still wouldn’t mind some company.” You pouted. “We could watch a movie or something, maybe finish the one that was on in Joon’s.”
Jungkook nodded slowly unsure what you were really getting at.
“Yeah sounds good.” He said.
As you led him into your apartment you shut the door and watched him as he settled himself on the couch. He had on jeans this time around, tight around his thighs you noticed how much they accentuated the shape. Fuck was the only thought you could muster. You could still feel the wetness that had gathered at your entrance and you wanted nothing more than to finish what you started, even though it had been Taehyung who had started it.
“So what do you wanna watch?” He asked, he was shifting about a little, he looked almost uncomfortable and you wondered why.
“I don’t know, were you enjoying the movie at Joon’s? I’m sorry I dragged you away.” You said as you sat next to him, not too close but close enough so you were nearly touching his side.
You were being tactile, but you couldn’t help yourself.
“It’s fine, I wasn’t paying any attention to it, for the most part, I was thinking about how jealous I was of Taehyung the whole time.” He said, still looking forward.
Your eyes widened in surprise, you knew he hadn’t seen what you had been doing, but if the mere thought of you with Taehyung had made him jealous…
God you were so turned on it was bordering sinful.
“You know…” You began. “If you wanted me to sit on your lap all you had to do was ask Jungkook.” You said, smiling - what you hoped looked - seductively at him.
It was Jungkook’s turn to look surprised.
You took your chance to straddle him again. You were ready this time and the excitement boiled in your stomach making your core throb.
Jungkook kept his hands at his side for a moment, a little bit stunned at your actions.
But when you bent your head to kiss him he slowly raised them to your hips once again putting you in the same position you had been in a few nights ago.
“I’m sorry about the other night.” You said breathily between kisses.
“I didn’t mean to leave things like that, truth be told I just got scared.” You admitted, breaking away a little to see his reaction.
Jungkook just smiled at you sweetly.
“I’m relieved to hear that, if I’m being honest I thought you’d lost interest after kissing me, I thought you didn’t find me attractive or something…” He trailed off.
God was he serious? You had made someone as beautiful as him feel inferior?
“No, god no, are you kidding me? Have you seen you?” You rambled.
But Jungkook merely chuckled, more than eager to kiss you again, he closed the space between you once more.
Jungkook kissed you so intensely it made your damn head spin.
You didn’t know what was turning you on more, the feeling of his tongue in your mouth or the fact that his hands how now made their way round to your ass.
As you both found a comfortable rhythm you found yourself getting so worked up you started to grind down on Jungkook. You could feel him, this was turning him on as much as you.
A small moan left your lips as you finally got some relief and Jungkook copied your sound clearly loving the sensation as well.
“God you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” Jungkook moaned in between kissed.
“Definitely not as long as I have.” You replied, struggling to get your breath back.
You whimpered a little, grinding down onto him more, you could not get enough of him.
You slowly pulled away, to pull off your sweater, you were suddenly very bare and a little embarrassed but Jungkook’s face could tell you it was more than enough.
“Do you know how sexy you are?” He asked his breathing was heavier now, he looked flushed and a light sheen of sweat was beginning to appear above his brows.
“Hmm, I could say the same about you.” You said as you removed yourself from his lap, standing up you began shedding more clothes and started moving towards your bedroom, Jungkook couldn’t get up fast enough, following you whilst shedding his clothes, when you opened your bedroom door you felt him grab at your waist walking with you over to the bed you both lay down Jungkook on top, only in his underwear now and you boldly decided to reach down and palm at his length.
Jungkook let out a moan of relief finally getting some real friction.
You rolled him over and took your place straddling his hips, looking at him you reached down and pulled down his boxers finally freeing him.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asked, his chest was heaving as he stared at the image of your hand holding his hard dick.
“Yes.” Was all you said as you glided your hand slowly back and forth over him.
You reached over to your bedside, opening the drawer you pulled a condom out of the box you had initially bought for your first time.
Jungkook watched as you rolled it onto him, you were experiencing a lot of firsts these days. You wanted more.
"I want to be on top." You said.
"Of course babe, anything you want." He said as the both of you got into position.
You slid your underwear to the side and began to slowly lower yourself onto him, gasping at the sensation as you began to have sex for the second time in your life.
Jungkook let out a low groan as you finally took in his full length.
“Please,” Jungkook whined as he opened his mouth in pleasure.
You slowly began to move, not entirely sure what to do in this new position, rotating your hips for a few seconds to adjust to the pressure, it wasn’t long before Jungkook grabbed your hips and began to thrust into you.
“Fuck, keep doing that.” You said as he began.
You both got lost in each other as your pleasure began to build, it wasn’t long before Jungkook flipped you over and began fucking you into the bed. You bit down on your lip to keep yourself from being as loud as you wanted to be.
“I wanna hear you, babe, don’t hold out on me.” He said, panting and smiling.
“Please fuck me harder…feel’s so fucking good.”
Jungkook let out a groan at the sound of your words happily obliging to your request.
He thrusted harder and faster and you could feel your orgasm approaching.
Jungkook reached his hand down and began rubbing at your clit sloppily but it was enough for you to let out a small yelp, your pleasure intensifying.
“Want you to come for me, please, I’m so close,” Jungkook said.
“Me too, ah fuck- I’m so close too.” You replied through moans.
Jungkook was slowing down but the pressure on your clit grew rougher and you bucked your hips up chasing your orgasm that was about to crash down on you at any moment.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” You half yelled as you orgasm washed over you.
You were so lost in the immense pleasure you felt you couldn’t even focus on the feeling of Jungkook finding his own release
As you slowly came back to reality Jungkook spoke first.
“That was honestly amazing, you felt fucking amazing. God you're so fucking hot."
You laughed a little, he was clearly still wrapped up in his own pleasure as he praised you. You sent a silent thank you Taehyung's way. You weren't entirely sure why he'd popped into your head after having sex with someone else, but you quickly shook the thought away, asking Jungkook did he want to shower with you.
He beamed at you, following you into the bathroom like an eager pup.
Pairings - Female Reader x Taehyung, Female Reader x Jungkook
Warnings - 18+, male and female oral, sex, virgin reader, not really infidelity bc reader and jk aren't officially dating or anything but also sorta
Word Count - 5.2K
Description - Reader is inexperienced and is too nervous to let Jungkook see that, so she comes up with a (not so) great plan!
[P.S. Reader is embarrassed about being a virgin at 23, which is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, just fits the story!]
“I really enjoyed tonight.” You said as you arrived at your apartment building with your date by your side.
This was your second date with Jeon Jungkook and you liked him. A lot. He was your ideal type; a little shy but had to ability to hold a room with his charisma and character, he had the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen and his smile was infectious.
“Me too.” He replied.
For a moment he stood looking at you and you knew what he wanted you to say, and if you were being honest you wanted to say it too, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say the words, your nerves getting the better of you.
“Well I would like to definitely do this again if you do…” You trailed off, hoping he would take the hint.
Thankfully he did, breaking out of whatever small trance he was in and nodded.
“Yeah definitely I’ll give you a call, see you _____.” And with a small peck on the cheek, he was walking away back to his car.
You felt your cheeks heat, partly from the kiss but also partly from embarrassment.
As you got into your apartment you kicked off your shoes and collapsed onto your bed letting out a long guttural groan of frustration, why couldn’t you have just invited him up? It was clear what you both had wanted but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
Why? Well the fact that you were a huge virgin was about the whole of it.
That had been your second date with Jeon Jungkook and it couldn’t have been better; he picked you up, took you out for dinner and then he had dropped you off, and the entire time he couldn’t have been sweeter, he had made you laugh so hard you'd cried and he even paid for everything.
Not to mention he was drop dead gorgeous, he was way out of your league and the fact he’d even offered a second date had been a shock.
You had met Jungkook through your friend Taehyung who had offered to set you up, it was out of the blue and had took you by surprise but you had agreed to it, unsure of what the mysterious boy even looked like you had rolled up to the café he wanted to meet in and had almost audibly gasped when he stood up to greet you.
“I may have cheated a little bit and asked Taehyung for a pic so I didn’t embarrass myself by saying hello to the wrong girl.” He had stated at the time with a small smile and it had made you giggle like a schoolgirl.
“Wow you’re smart, I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.” You had responded.
And that was all she wrote, you had a great time with him, fascinated by his beauty and way with words, he truly was charming.
But now, here you lay, more frustrated than ever. You hated the fact this was holding you back, but you were too embarrassed to let this boy know you had never had sex. What if you got him into your bed and the idea repulsed him, how could he ever have sex with a girl who didn’t know what she was doing? And it wasn’t even sex, it was everything; you were by far the most sexually inexperienced adult you knew of.
Yes, an adult, a 23-year-old virgin, god, even thinking about it embarrassed you. And it wasn’t even that you were insecure or had some traumatic reason. It was merely the fact it just hadn’t happened. Your teenage years had offered you many chances but you had just turned down every single one, telling yourself you weren’t even that interested and it would happen sometime else anyway. But here you were, 23, and still no sex, heck not even a sleazy hand job, how had you let it come to this?
You cursed yourself for a moment suddenly regretting not having sex with one of Taehyung’s other friends who had offered one drunk night a few months ago, what had his name been? Either way it didn’t matter now, that time had well passed.
Your phone buzzed at your side, and you checked to see Taehyung was calling you.
“Hello?” You answered, why was he calling you straight after the date?
“So! I’m just off the phone with Jungkook and he said he thinks you’re not interested in him, what did you do?” He asked and you could almost feel the judgement seeping through the phone.
“What? I am interested, just because I didn’t invite him for sex doesn’t mean I don’t like him.” You retorted, annoyed at him.
“It’s not that, he said he walked you to your apartment and you were super tense, almost like you couldn’t wait for him to leave.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes “God you two are like 12-year-old girls! That’s not how I intended it to look, I just said good night! Does he really think I’m not interested?” You asked, suddenly nervous.
You heard Taehyung shuffle around in his apartment before he put the phone back up to his ear and continued.
“That’s what he said to me, but if you want I can convince him otherwise, tell him you’re a shy baby and you do really like him.”
You rolled your eyes again, you had to be friends with one of the most obnoxious men on the planet, but he did have a point.
“Fuck, I’m an idiot. I’ll text him, I got this.” You said.
“Have sex with him, that’s how I know a girl is always interested.” Taehyung said matter of fact.
You hung up, not in the mood for his antics.
Maybe he had a point, maybe you could invite Jungkook round tomorrow, maybe you were brave enough to just go for it? You never know until you try you thought before grabbing your phone again and typing out a text to ask Jungkook round for a movie tomorrow night.
*
Your stomach was practically doing flips by the time 7pm rolled around the next night, you had snacks laid out and the movie you’d both agreed on ready to play so when Jungkook knocked on your door you almost yelped at the prospect that this might happen.
You opened the door to him and you could’ve begun drooling right there and then. You had told him to dress comfy so here he was in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tee, was he trying to kill you?
“Hey come sit down, I’ve got the movie ready to go.” You said, hoping your nerves weren’t showing.
“You’re apartment’s nice.” He said, slowing looking around.
“Thanks, it’s not that nice, it’s definitely on the cheaper side, but I do what I can to make it more homely. Take a seat.”
As he walked over and sat down you followed him, sitting beside him.
“I really hope you didn’t pick this movie because you thought I’d be jumping and hiding in your arms when I get scared.” You said to him as you lifted the remote and hit play.
“Most definitely not, I’m a fan or horror.” He replied. You gave him a small scoff, before jumping up and turning off all the lights.
“Adds to the ambiance.” You said before sitting down beside him again and pulling the blanket off the back of the sofa and throwing it over the both of you.
You strangely didn’t feel weird about doing something so intimate on the 3rd date, there was something about Jungkook, a soothing aura, and you didn’t feel awkward or anxious around him, as long as you weren’t thinking about sex that was.
You ended up eating your words in the end, you had squeezed yourself so close to Jungkook you could feel the heat from his body and you were throwing your face into his side every chance you got when something scared you enough to make you jump.
Jungkook laughed when you did, seemingly unaffected by the fact people were being killed by supernatural forces at the most unexpected times.
“How are you not even jumping at this?” You whined into his shoulder.
“It’s really not that scary ______.” he said, “Anyway, I think it’s over.”
You looked up to see the screen going dark and the credits rolling.
Jungkook began to stretch his limbs, letting out a long yawn.
“I’m beat.” He said. “I think I’m gonna drive home before it gets any later.”
You made a noise of protest “No, you can’t leave right now, I need something to get my mind off that movie so I can sleep tonight.” You said with a small pout.
“How can I help with that?” He asked, genuinely confused.
You internally shook yourself. You can do this, you thought. He wants this too, you reminded yourself. At least I hope he does was your last thought before you sat up a little, leaned in and kissed him.
Jungkook immediately returned the kiss, sighing into it a little, with what you assumed was relief. Maybe he really had thought this was going nowhere.
You kissed him hard, not really caring about going slow; you had made him wait for a kiss long enough, heck you’d waited long enough.
Jungkook brought his hand up to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss and with that you decided to run your hands through his hair, wanting to feel the silky locks since you’d first laid eyes on him, Jungkook let out a soft moan at your actions and the sound went straight to your core, causing your stomach to coil in anticipation.
You felt brave, so brave in fact you lifted your leg and threw it over his thighs, straddling him. Jungkook welcomed your actions immediately bringing his hands down to your hips, pulling you close to him.
Was this it? You wondered as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, letting him take control. The sensations felt amazing, every touch igniting a spark which sent a signal straight to your core, making it throb painfully, but it was such a delicious pain you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.
“You’re so unbelievably sexy.” Jungkook whispered, when you had pulled away to breathe, resting your forehead against his.
And that’s when something snapped in you, all of a sudden you felt too hot and too nervous, you couldn’t possibly do this.
You were still breathing heavy, “I uh, I have an early morning, but I wanna see you again… is that okay?”
Jungkook blinked, realising you were no longer into it he took his hands off you, giving you a reassuring smile.
“Yeah of course.”
You suddenly felt awkward about your position and pulled yourself off him, standing up and he followed suit.
“Sorry I just remembered I gotta get up at 6, take my friend to the airport.” You lied, rubbing the back of your neck, you were most definitely a bright shade of red.
“It’s fine.” He said with a smile, “I just hope I can see you again soon. I really enjoy spending time with you.”
“Me too.” You replied walking him to the door.
He looked down at you, giving you a small sweet press of his lips, before saying his goodbyes and leaving.
You sighed as soon as you closed your door, sinking to the floor, you were way in over your head, and you needed to solve your problem. Fast.
*
The next morning you were wakened by the sound of your phone harshly buzzing beside you, through your grogginess you swiped it open answering with a tired sounding “Hello?”
“Hello sunshine!” Taehyung’s cheery voice yelled down the phone, which made you cringe pulling it away from your ear.
“My boy Jungkook said you blue balled him last night.” He began, no formalities.
You sat up a little stretching your limbs.
“He said that?” You asked a little shocked.
“Well, he didn’t use those words exactly, my dude is far too nice, but I’m just letting you know what you did, he said you were into it and then all of a sudden you couldn’t get him out fast enough.”
You sighed loudly. “God I know, I’m an idiot.”
Taehyung chuckled, “Well what happened?”
You tensed up a little, you couldn’t exactly tell Taehyung you’d freaked out because you were inexperienced.
“I just…wasn’t in the mood.” You said, trailing off a little.
“Really? I mean from what he told me you sounded very in the mood.” He said and you could practically see his teasing smirk with the way he spoke.
“Do guys have a little powerpoint rundown of what happened after every date they go on?” You asked, a little frustrated.
“Not really, I’m just nosy and I pry.” He stated.
You groaned. “Taehyung I need to talk to you, as much as I hate you, you give good advice, can we meet up later?”
“Yeah sure whatever, text me!” He said and with that he hung up.
It must be nice to be as carefree as your good friend Taehyung was, never really becoming close as a best friend, he was still a constant in your life and you had to admit it, as annoying as he could be, he was still a nice charming dude, not to mention he was really attractive but definitely not the kind of guy you’d date-
You cut yourself off, mid thought, when an idea popped inside your head. Was Taehyung the answer to your problem? I mean he wasn’t the worst guy in the world to lose it to.
You caught yourself in the moment, what were you thinking? You couldn’t just straight up ask Taehyung if he’d help you…by having sex with you…could you?
As the day went on you slowly pondered and toyed with the idea.
The pros; it would give you experience and you could finally do the stuff you wanted to do with Jungkook without having a mild panic attack interrupt you.
The cons; it would mean having sex with Kim Taehyung, a known fuckboy and not to mention an all out nuisance.
But he was someone you felt so at ease with and being non-judgemental was one of his redeemable qualities. You wouldn’t be too embarrassed to come to him with something like this.
As you sent a text to Taehyung to tell him to come to your apartment whenever he could he'd responded, telling you he’d be over ASAP.
Shit, you’d thought he was at least going to be a few hours.
As about a half hour passed, you’d come to the conclusion you were going to ask him, I mean, why not?
As nervous as you were, you were nowhere near as nervous as when you knew Jungkook was coming over, so when Taehyung finally knocked on your door you greeted him with a cool smile.
“Hey loser your king has arrived.” He said, breezing past you and making himself comfortable on your sofa, he had been here plenty of times so you couldn’t really fault him on that.
“What did you wanna talk about? Is it Jungkook, does he have a tiny penis? I knew-”
“Taehyung.” You began, cutting him off. “Will you have sex with me?”
Taehyung’s eyes widened and for the first time since you’d met him he didn’t seem to have some cocky retort for something you’d had just said.
“W-what?” He asked, not sure he heard you right the first time.
“I’m asking you honestly right now, no fucking about, will you have sex with me?”
Taehyung sat in silence for a moment, confusion etched into his features.
“Is this some kind of joke? Is Jungkook recording me as we spe-”
“No- listen, let me explain.” You began.
“That would be helpful.” He said.
“I uh, here’s the thing.” You said, taking a deep breath, you’d never told anyone this before, only one of your closest friends.
“I’m a virgin. And I’m too afraid to have sex with Jungkook, but I really like him and I think he’s gonna lose interest soon enough if I don’t do something with him, but I was hoping you could…you know…help me out.”
Taehyung sat there and processed your words for a moment before he finally spoke.
“I don’t understand…why can’t you just let it happen with Jungkook then, naturally.”
You sighed. “I tried that last night and I got too in my own head about it, freaked myself out, can you picture how embarrassing it would have been if he whipped it out and I had no idea what I was doing?”
Taehyung chuckled a little are your words and you hit his shoulder.
“Don’t be like that…please just help me out. I know it’s a lot to ask and if things get too weird, we can stop. Look,” You said jumping off the couch and grabbing a box off your T.V stand, “I even bought condoms.”
“Wait… you wanna do this right now?” Taehyung asked.
“I mean if you’re not busy…why not? If we do this now who knows I could be having sex with Jungkook on our next date.”
“_____ you ever think about chilling the fuck out?” He asked, laughing a little.
You made a low whine. “Please, I know this is literally insane, but you will be doing me such a big favour. Don’t think of it as an intimate act with you friend just think of it as an act of kindness to help someone you love out of a bind.”
He blinked at you for what felt like an eternity.
“Okay fine.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.
Now it was your turn to be shocked.
“You will?” You asked.
“Yeah, I mean, I’m just helping you out, right? As a friend? Then it’s no big deal.”
You nodded slowly. “Ye-Yes okay. Thank you.”
“Freaked out it’s actually happening?” Taehyung asked.
“Most definitely.” You replied.
*
“So…how do we start this thing?” You asked.
“Jesus ______. What did you do with Jungkook last night?” He asked.
“I kissed him, straddled him, you know.” You said with a slight shrug.
Taehyung sat back and made himself comfortable, all of a sudden acting as cool as a cucumber.
“So let’s start there.”
You almost audibly squeaked. “I have to- I mean- we have to kiss?”
“Well how else are you gonna get in the mood? Have you ever heard of foreplay?”
“Okay okay I get it! Geez.” You said, scooting towards him.
You leaned in a little, looking at him, he really was beautiful, maybe you could focus on that.
“Okay I’m gonna do it.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut and moving in to press your lips against his.
The initial contact was awkward, just a light press of your lips touching for a few seconds before Taehyung decided to get the ball rolling. He placed a hand at your jaw and began moving his lips slowly letting you fall into rhythm.
You were left a little in shock at Taehyung’s responsiveness, he was kissing you in such a soft intimate way you couldn’t help but kiss him back.
As the kiss became a little more heated you let yourself throw your leg over Taehyung’s thighs, straddling them like you had done with Jungkook just the night before.
Taehyung, unlike Jungkook, wasted no time and immediately brought his hands down to your ass, grabbing a little harshly. You let out a soft unintentional moan into Taehyung’s mouth and quickly pulled away; embarrassed your body had just betrayed you.
“What’s wrong? If it was that noise you just made, don’t worry, that was fucking hot.” Taehyung said, and you didn’t even respond, just stared at his face.
He was flushed, his lips swollen and his pupils were blown out with lust, you didn’t think you’d ever seen him look so good, so you just leaned in and began kissing him again.
As the kiss grew hotter you slowly slipped your tongue into Taehyung’s mouth and as he began to suck on your tongue a little it sent a shock of pleasure to your core.
You let out a low pitch whine, moving forward while circling your hips. You needed some relief, some friction, anything. So when your crotch came in contact with Taehyung’s clothed half hard dick, you groaned at the feeling and so did Taehyung.
“Holy shit.” You said as you pulled away from him.
“I’ve- uh-never done this before Taehyung, like any of it.”
“Hey if you don’t want to anymore, it’s fine, you can always try again some other time.” He said moving his hand to your hair and tucking it behind your ear, the gesture itself was full of affection and it reassured you.
“I really want to Taehyung, I want to. I just need you to give me some pointers, tell me what feels good? I basically need you to talk me through the whole ordeal.” You looked down at his crotch as you spoke, staring at his very noticeable bulge straining through his jeans.
“Can I…can I give you a blowjob?” You asked.
Taehyung let out a small breathy laugh.
“I mean… if that’s what you want to do.” He said.
You got off Taehyung and positioned yourself beside him, your stomach doing flips as Taehyung lifted his hips and slid off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers.
You lowered your hand and ran it over his very visible outline, feeling his hard cock trapped within the confines of his boxers made your stomach coil with pleasure, your core throbbing with need.
Taehyung let out a small groan, whispering a low swear under his breath. You liked the way it felt soft but hard at the same time and as you continued to give it an experimental feel you noticed it twitching slightly.
“Whys it doing that?” You asked, genuinely curious.
Taehyung let out a breathy laugh followed by a frustrated groan when you applied extra pressure. “Because you’re turning me on _____, it feels good when you touch it.” He said, still sounding breathy.
You knew he was trying to be helpful just like you’d asked but every word coming out of his mouth sounded sinful and you couldn’t help but throb for him.
You grabbed the waistband of his boxers and Taehyung lifted his hips for you, letting you slowly pull them down until his cock sprang free, shocking you a little at the sheer size.
“Jesus Christ Tae it’s massive.” You said, biting your lip in anticipation.
You saw it twitch a little and wondered if that anything to with your compliment.
You knew you were relatively inexperienced, but you’d seen enough porn to know he wasn’t average.
“Please do something _____, you’re driving me a little crazy here.” He said, sounding a little breathless.
You took a small breath before reaching over and wrapping your hand around the top. You gave him a light squeeze to gauge his reaction. The way he threw his head back and groaned was enough to satisfy you.
You soon came to the conclusion it wasn’t enough for him and moved your hand away to bring your head down, your mouth nearing closer to his cock.
“Do I just wrap my lips around it?” You asked.
“Yeah…” Taehyung said through heavy breaths. “Just uh watch your teeth.”
You smiled a little before placing your mouth on him, just gently sucking on the tip at first. Taehyung, in response, bucked his hips up pushing himself deeper into your mouth.
“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He said, bringing his hips down again. “My bad.”
You looked up at him, letting him know it was okay.
“Jesus Christ, do you know how fucking hot you look with your mouth on my cock?”
You let out a low moan at his words and Taehyung shuddered with pleasure.
You began moving, bringing your head further down until you took him in as much as you could, his tip almost touching the back of your throat. You pulled nearly all the way off him again and repeated your actions.
Hearing the moans and noises Taehyung was making was causing your core to throb and you knew you wanted him inside you. Badly.
After a few minutes you finally pulled off of him, you needed some relief yourself.
“Fucking hell ______, that was your first time doing that?” He asked.
“I mean yeah…I’m sorry for stopping it’s just I…”
“Don’t apologise for that, that felt amazing.” He said, “Do you want me to return the favour? I’d be more than happy too.”
You eyes widened at that, the thought was enticing.
“I mean…I’m assuming you want me to?” He asked.
You felt your cheeks flush with heat, embarrassed to tell him.
“Hey,” He began, “Don’t be embarrassed to ask a guy what you want from him, especially if you just had his dick in your mouth babe.” He said with a small chuckle.
Your core throbbed again at the pet name he had used for you and you felt yourself nodding, letting him know you wanted it.
“Okay, lay back on the sofa, I’ll make this as easy as possible for you.”
You couldn’t help but feel a little giddy as you lay back, Taehyung coming towards you and leaning down to kiss you again.
As he did he started kissing at your neck, slowing unbuttoning your jeans you lifted your hips for him as he pulled them down along with your underwear leaving you suddenly bare from the waist down.
You closed your thighs together suddenly feeling ashamed, this was the first time a guy had ever seen that part of you and soon his mouth would be on it too.
“Hey, you okay?” Taehyung asked at your sudden retreat.
“Yeah, I’m fine, I want this Tae, I really do, it’s just hard…” You said, hoping he’d understand, you’d always been a little self-conscience of yourself.
“I understand ______, we need to get you more relaxed, stop thinking so much." he said as kissed you once again. It was soft and sensual, and he took his time, moving his way down to your neck really focusing on you.
As he made his way down your body, he instructed you to lift your arms so he could lift your t-shirt, slowly pulling it off your body.
He kissed every inch of you and you were soon putty in his hands as he moved his way down your stomach.
“You are so beautiful _______, so fucking beautiful.” He was whispering these compliments down your body in-between kisses.
“You don’t know the power you hold, look how fucking hard I am just thinking about tasting your pussy.” You moaned then at his words pulling at his hair as he placed a delicate kiss at your belly button.
“I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought about us like this.” He said, as he placed both hands on your knees, delicately pushing them apart as you allowed him to.
He started kissing the inside of your thighs and you thought you’d might die then and there, fresh waves of arousal coated you as he made his way to where you needed his the most.
“So fucking pretty baby, so good for me.”
He moved his body down and soon enough his tongue was on you - circling your clit, you moaned loudly at the sensation.
“Fuck, oh my god.” You breathed out as he began sucking on it, his fingers teasing your entrance.
“Is it okay if I put a finger in?” He asked, pulling away from a moment.
“Mm yes Tae, please fill me.” You practically whined with need.
Taehyung got back to work slowly pushing a finger into you and it wasn’t soon before he added another, making you cry out in pleasure.
“Taehyung holy fuck.” You moaned, pulling at his hair as you felt your stomach coil in pleasure.
Your breathing was heavy as you neared your orgasm, you knew it was building but it wasn’t enough, the anticipation was too much for you to focus on solely cumming like this.
“Taehyung stop…I want you to fuck me.” You said.
“Right now? Are you sure?” He asked.
You nodded and Taehyung moved himself so he was on top of you again.
“Okay. Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked again, looking you in the eye.
“Please.” Was all you said.
Taehyung gave you a small nod, “Okay let me grab a condom.” He said, getting up of the sofa and as he did he pulled off his t-shirt and you couldn’t help but admire his body; the golden skin and his toned torso, he really was beautiful.
As he came back and positioned himself comfortably you gave him a small nod to let him know you were ready.
You felt the tip tease at your entrance and gave a small gasp when he pushed in.
“So fucking wet. You okay?” Taehyung asked.
You nodded, not trusting your own voice.
As he pushed in the whole way you winced a little at the pain but didn’t stop him, you could bear it.
“How does it feel?” He asked, his breathing heavy.
“It hurts a little, but it doesn’t feel that bad.” You replied honestly.
“Okay, I’m gonna move now,” he said, taking a deep breath,
“You are so fucking tight but it’ll feel better in a minute I promise.” As you relaxed a little Taehyung pulled out of you, not all the way, before pushing back in.
“Keep going…that feel’s good Tae.” You said.
Taehyung began to get a rhythm going as you began to lift up your hips to meet his pace.
“Ah fucking hell, you feel amazing.” Taehyung said and you could only moan in response.
“I hope this is better than you had expected.”
“Hm, so much better than I had expected, I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this.” You said, feeling your orgasm slowly build, you brought your hand down and began to rub at your clit.
“Are you close?” He asked.
You nodded, moaning loudly as he hit a spot deep inside you.
“You look so fucking hot taking my cock.” Taehyung said as he began moving his hips faster.
“I’m gonna come Tae, fu-fuck.”
“Yes babe, come all over my cock.” He encouraged.
As Taehyung spoke you found your release, your orgasm washing over you with such intense pleasure you felt tears prick at your eyes.
“Fuck oh my god.” You said as you held onto Taehyung.
“I’m gonna come if you keep clenching around me like that.” Taehyung said but you could barely even hear him to wound up in your own pleasure and before you knew he was moaning loudly, your walls milking him dry.
“Jesus…Christ, that was…amazing.” You said after finally catching your breath.
Taehyung didn’t move for a second, clearly too entranced by his own high. Taehyung let out a heavy breath followed by a soft “Fuck.”
Warning: Language, sex, obsession, unknown sexual encounter
Rating: MA+18
Summary: Sometimes the road to hell is paved with the best of intentions. See what happens when the sweetest thought turns into three lives upside down.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only the concept of the story. I mean no form of disrespect, only the highest form of flattery. This work is a complete work of fiction.
Please do not copy or post my work on any other platform without my permission.
Chapter 2 - Avoidance
Jimin’s POV
“Jimin?”
I blink looking up, eyes squinting from the sun. “Hm?”
Hobi’s looking down at me like he’s been talking for a while. Which, he probably has. “Where’ve you been lately?”
There’s a pause. Too long. I clear my throat, reaching for my drink even though I’m not thirsty. “Busy.” It comes out too quick - automatic.
Hobi doesn’t move. Just watches me. “You’ve been ‘busy’ a lot.”
I shrug, eyes dropping to the table, tracing the edge of my plate with my finger. “Schedules.”
Another beat.
“You okay?” He asks, taking a seat.
I nod immediately.
Too fast.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” The silence stretches just enough to feel it. I pick up my chopsticks and put them down again, forcing a smile that’s too wide. “I’m good.”
Hobi’s still looking at me. Not convinced. “You’re doing a lot right now.” He circles his index finger sizing me up.
I let out a small breath, forcing a more relaxed grin, “I said I’m fine.”
“Right,” He doesn’t push, just lifts one brow. Which somehow makes it worse.
A chair scrapes beside me. I don’t have to look.
“Hyung.”
My stomach tightens anyway, eyes dropping, “Hey.”
A flash of that night runs through my head.
The way he looked.
The way he sounded. Heat creeps up my neck before I can stop it.
God. It was amazing.
Jungkookie drops into the seat, but he doesn’t look at me. Of course not. His eyes are somewhere else. I follow them without meaning to. Taehyung.
Laughing. Talking.
Like nothing’s wrong. Like the two of them are just fine. Like he has no idea what that night meant.
“Have you noticed anything off about him?”
I blink, “What?” Too sharp. I feel it immediately.
“About Tae,” JK says. “Lately.”
I lean back slightly, forcing a shrug. “What are you talking about?”
“No,” He lowers his sad, round eyes. “He won’t.” He rubs his hands across his denim covered thighs. “I just feel like he’s somewhere else lately, ya know?”
That lands heavier than it should.
I huff out a small breath. “He’s probably just tired.”
“Jimin.” I look up. Jung-Kook is watching me now. Really watching me. His head shakes in confusion, “He’s not just tired.”
“Hey…I’m sure it’s nothing.” My hand brushes his quickly before I realize what I’m doing. My gaze holds his but drops away first. “Did you guys have fun in New York?” Hoping he doesn’t notice my vailed attempt at deflection.
“Yeah.” He answers absently. Then, “You haven’t been around much either.”
I blink. “What?”
“Games. Hanging out. You’ve been kind of… MIA.” He gives me a lopsided grin. “You good?”
My grip tightens against the table. He noticed. Heat creeps up the back of my neck.
Does he…No.
Or—
I force out a weak laugh, “Busy.”
Weak. Even for me.
“I gotta head back.” he says, pushing his chair back, looking at his watch. “Suga’s schedule.” Then softer – “Do me a favor? If you talk to him… see if he seems okay to you?”
I nod, “Sure.”
He turns. Walks.
I don’t mean to, but I follow him with my eyes. Straight toward Tae. They pass each other like it’s nothing. Like it’s instinct. Tae’s hand brushes his arm. JK’s palm presses briefly against his chest.
Light.
Quick.
Gone.
Like it didn’t happen. Like it always happens. Like they cannot be near each other without touching.
My stomach drops. Because that – that wasn’t nothing.
I look down too fast.
Stop. Don’t.
But it’s already there. That sinking feeling. Because whatever this is between us – whatever I thought it was – they still have something. It’ssomething I can’t touch. Something I was never part of. And never will be.
It wasn’t always like this. There was a time when it was just…us.
Hobi. Tae. JK. Me. The Four Musketeers.
The four of us were inseparable. The way it was supposed to be.
Me, Tae and JK were the youngest. Those two were always orbiting Hobi and I in our own way. RM trusted us to keep them in line. I made sure they went to bed on time. Hobi got them up in the morning.
We weren’t authority. We were just…there.
Easy.
Safe.
That’s why when I walked in on them that night… I left. Didn’t say anything. Didn’t ask questions. I just – left.
I don’t know who was more embarrassed.
Tae ran after me anyway. Cheeks flushed. Head down, like he’d done something wrong. And I…just held him. I told him it was okay. That nothing changed. Even though something in my chest had already started to shift. Because I knew before he even said it.
Before either of them did it. I already knew.
But, I stayed quiet.
Instead, I smiled. Helped them hide it. Covered for them. Because that’s what a hyung is supposed to do. Because that’s what he needed. It’s what they needed.
And maybe – I needed too.
Because it was easier to pretend it wasn’t anything. That it would pass. That I’d find someone else.
That I wasn’t…I exhale slowly, jaw tightening. But, I was and couldn’t say it. I never said it. Not once. To anyone. Not even to myself
“Hey.”
I look up.
Tae’s standing there now. Like nothing just happened. Like everything’s normal. He drops into the seat, easy. Too easy.
I force a smile. Because whatever just shifted inside me—I can’t let it show.
“Did he seem okay?”
I blink, “What?”
“Kookie,” Tae says. “When he was over here.”
“He’s fine,” I measure my response.
Tae doesn’t look convinced. “Do I seem like I’m pushing him away?”
The question lands heavy.
Hobi leans forward. “What do you mean?”
“You know how I get.” Tae knits his brows, “When I’m in my head.”
My chest tightens at the pain in his eyes.
“I just… don’t want to mess things up again. I feel like we’re finally getting back to us. I don’t want to fuck it up again.”
“Talk to him,” Hobi says.
Simple. Right.
I swallow the dry lump in my throat to push down the bile that is starting to rise. “That might not be the best idea.”
Both of them look at me confused.
They can probably hear my heart beating from this distance. “You know how he can get,” I shrug. “Sensitive.”
It sounds reasonable. Even to me. But something in Hobi’s expression shifts. Just slightly. Like he’s paying attention now.
Tae watches me, then reluctantly agrees. “Yeah…maybe.”
Hobi leans back, eyes moving between us. Me. Then Tae. Then back again. “Yeah,” he says after a beat. Then, looking right at me— “You’re fine.”
Tae frowns slightly. “What does that mean?” The question is light, almost joking. But not entirely.
Hobi shrugs, “Just saying.”
I lean forward before Hobi continues. “Yeah, you’ve been in your head lately,” I say, glancing at Tae.
“Yeah,” he mutters.
My shoulder nudges his, “And we all know where your head goes when that happens.”
He snorts.
I grin. “Up your own ass.”
Hobi laughs.
Tae nudges me. “Shut up.”
But he’s smiling. And just like that, everything feels normal again. Easy. Like it always does.
I lean back, letting the moment settle. Letting the noise fill the space where everything else was.
Because it’s easier like this. Safer.
If I don’t think about it—
If I don’t look too closely—then nothing has to change. But the thought doesn’t go away.
It waits just below the surface.
Quiet.
Patient.
I glance up without meaning to. My eyes land on Tae – at the way he laughs. The way he leans into Hobi like nothing in the world is wrong. And something in my chest flutters again.
Because I know him. Better than most. And that look…the one just behind his eyes isn’t as solid as he’s trying to make it seem.
My gaze drops back to the table. Because I don’t want to see it too clearly. Don’t want to— but it’s already there. That feeling. That question. That possibility.
I would never hurt him. Not Tae. Not like that.
I never have. Even when…I swallow hard.
Even with what I’ve.
No. It’s going to work itself out. It’s going to be fine.
My fingers curl slightly. Because if things were really fine, if everything was exactly the way it’s supposed to be, none of it would feel like this. Neither of them would.
And maybe—the thought comes slower this time.
Quieter.
But it doesn’t go away.
Maybe I’m allowed— just once— to want something too.
Tae’s POV
Sleep continues to elude me. Falling asleep has gotten easier since my days in the military. But staying asleep has bothered me since I was young. Countless doctors and sleep studies have never been able to fix it. I have been diagnosed with everything from Fractured Sleep Syndrome to Attachment Disorder. Whatever the case, no amount of setting bedtimes or medications help.
The only thing that has ever been able to help me sleep is Kookie.
I roll over without thinking, reaching for warmth. But there’s nothing. Just a cool pillow. Soft and still. My hand rubs the spot, pressing down like it might change.
It doesn’t.
A quiet breath leaves me as I pull the pillow to my chest, wrapping arms around it out of habit. It’s not the same. Not even close. The house feels too quiet without his rhythmic breathing beside me.
But then —music. Soft and familiar.
My head lifts slowly.
Kookie.
I push myself up, the world tilting slightly as my feet hit the floor. Everything feels slow; heavy. I follow the sound without thinking.
I always do.
The karaoke room glows softly when I reach it. He’s there. Sitting on the couch, singing.
I don’t say anything – just move to him and drop down beside him silently. My brain is still running on autopilot as my head settles into his lap like it belongs there and my arm wraps around his waist.
Finally. Warmth.
“Nae Gomi,” his voice is soft, fingers already threading through my hair. “Can’t sleep?”
I shake my head, eyes still closed. “Come to bed,” I murmur, mouth turning into a pout on its own. “It’s late.”
He shifts.
I roll with him, blinking slowly as the movement pulls me out of the haze. The nearly empty bottle catches my eye.
Soju.
He pours another shot. “Sing with me.”
I still for a second. Something pulling low in my stomach. It starts so small it’s almost imperceptible. But it doesn’t stay there. It twists and pulls. Then spreads, with a sickening tingling that moves downward to my legs.
I shift slightly against him, trying to settle it. Hoping it’ll pass if I don’t think about it too much. It doesn’t. Because it happens when I glance up at him again.
And there it is. That look. The one that’s not on me. Not really. It’s just past me. It’s that all too familiar look he does when he’s deflecting.
My chest tightens to match his gaze.
It never used to be like this. I used to be able to tell what he was feeling and thinking by the way he walked in a room. Reading him used to be so easy.
I was fifteen the first time we met. I don’t remember who said what to whom, only that he was a skinny eighth grader with a lopsided grin and the roundest eyes I had ever seen on a boy who wasn’t foreign. I knew from that instant that I wanted to be friends with him.
Even though he was shy it was going to happen. He would wait until we all went to bed to shower and eat, it didn’t stop me. I’d wait with him quietly sitting next to him for weeks until he finally talked to me. And then suddenly, everything clicked into place.
Almost like we already knew without knowing. We were more than best friends. We were kindred spirits. There was never a version of me without him in it.
Fingers lacing together like it was the most natural thing in the world. Laughing too loud. Slap boxing at the most inappropriate times. Talking over each other. Finishing sentences that didn’t need finishing. Side by side. Always.
Then one night it all changed. I still don’t remember everything clearly. Just pieces of it. We’d had too much to drink and we were too close. Then there was stillness. The kind that doesn’t feel normal because your heartbeat is loud in your ears you think the other person can see it through your chest.
I remember his eyes though. They were on me. Really on me. No looking past me or at me, but damn near through me. Like he could see my soul. I was afraid to speak or even think because I thought he could see every thought and feeling running through me all bubbling up at the surface. It scared me to death.
He placed my hand on his chest to feel his heart racing, it calmed me. He was scared too. I wasn’t alone in this.
Everything else faded, then.
I don’t remember who moved first.
Just that moment—when everything we’d been pretending wasn’t there suddenly was. Everything was perfect.
Until I ruined it. I still don’t know why.
Or maybe I do.
It didn’t happen all at once.
Just—one day, it hit me. How much I loved him. Not the way I always had. Not just—him. But…
Us.
It was something deeper. Something much heavier. He was part of my DNA and that made him dangerous. Because he now held the power to end me. Not just hurt me. Obliterate me. Complete and total annihilation.
The same way he could make everything feel right with one smile—he could take it all away just as easily.
And I wouldn’t survive that. I knew I wouldn’t. How would I?
My chest tightens, breath catching in my throat as the thought presses back in.
I had to stop it. Before it got worse. Before I fell any deeper. Before I wouldn’t be able to breathe within him.
I told myself it was the right thing. That I was protecting him. Because if he felt even a fraction of what I did—I couldn’t be the one to break him. I would never forgive myself for that..
I take a slow breath and let myself fall back with him as he leans into the couch. My forehead presses into his stomach.
Closer.
We’re good now. My arms tighten around him without thinking. “Kookie…” It comes out softer than I mean it to.
I have worked so hard to show him I’m all in. Fear be damned. He’s all that matters – all I want. But over the last few weeks he’s felt just out of my grasp.
The sound of the Karaoke machine selection sorter shifts before the announcer names the song. The title is read and my hear flutters.
Impossible…Christina Aguilera
My grip tightens around him. Not now.
“Just one song,” he says. Like it’s nothing. Like it doesn’t matter. But it does. It always does.
I push myself up, eyelids still heavy, and look at him. “This is too high for me.” My tone is flat and I just want his eyes to meet mine.
But, he doesn’t look back. “I love this song,” he smirks staring at the screen.
Of course he does.
The first lines come out of his mouth – soft, controlled, perfect – and something in my stomach drops.
It’s impossible, it’s impossible to love you
If you don’t let me know what you’re feeling
It’s impossible for me to give you what you need
If you’re always hiding from me
I don’t know what hurts you.
I just want to make it right
‘Cause boy, I’m sick and tired of trying to read your mind
It’s impossible
Oh, baby, it’s impossible
For me to love you if you’re making it this way
I watch looking for any shift in his expression and every breath between the lines. Like if I look long enough— I’ll understand what’s wrong.
We used to tell each other everything. Why is it so hard now? I don’t want to ask a bunch of questions and create an issue that’s not there. We can’t go back to that place. I won’t let us.
He leans into me without thinking, head settling against my shoulder.
Instinct.
My arm comes up just as easily, pulling him closer, hand sliding to the back of his neck.
My thumb moves without thought, slow, steady—feeling the vibration of his voice under my skin.
He’s always been like this.
Warm.
Easy.
Mine.
Because I would do anything for him.
Anything. And that’s the problem.
There’s a space that never existed before.
And if I don’t find out why —it’s going to turn into something I can’t reach across.
JungKook’s POV
The burn settles slowly this time. I barely feel it. The glass stays in my hand as my fingers move through his hair without thinking—slow, steady.
He leans into it. Of course he does.
And for a second, it almost feels normal. Almost.
I stare at the screen, not really seeing it. I should say something. I’ve been telling myself that for days now. Just bring it up somehow.
I hate this.
My jaw tightens slightly as I take another sip.
I thought we were in a better place now. That we were finally putting all that shit from before behind us. That’s what that night was supposed to be about. It was my way of showing him that I trust him again. That I am completely open to him.
That’s the only reason I…
He knows I have never done that. He knows all my firsts have been with him.
There’s only ever been him.
We didn’t just end up here. It wasn’t random. We took our time. It took us years of figuring everything out without even realizing we were. What felt right. What didn’t. Nothing was ever rushed. Nothing was ever accidental.
And when things finally shifted between us it wasn’t messy. There was no confusion. It was a choice.
We talked. Actually talked.
We set the lines. Crossed them on purpose. Together.
He had one experience before but was by no means an expert. We wanted to learn together. wanted to show me things willing to show me what he knew and we would find out the rest together. I trusted him. I trusted that if we went there, it meant something. That it wasn’t just, something that happened.
That it was us.
He looked at me like he knew exactly what he was asking. Like he understood what it meant. And I said yes. Because it was him. Because if it was with anyone it had to be him. Because I love him.
My fingers pause for half a second in his hair before I force them to keep moving.
Don’t. Don’t be like that naïve kid anymore. I don’t get to—
My grip tightens just slightly before I catch it.
Breathe.
He’s here. Right here. Pressed into me like he always is. So why does it feel like I’m the only one still stuck on it?
He’s the one that made it matter. He told me what it meant. Did he forget what that meant?
I fumble with the controller. There are so many words I want to say but I can’t find one right now.
“Sing with me,” I manage. I love his voice. His smooth baritone notes always set the internal jitters to rights.
I feel his arm encircle my waist tighter and I swear I almost stop breathing. It’s amazing how one touch from him still makes my body forget how to function.
“I love this song.” I don’t know why I’m doing this. If there is one thing I learned from Tae, it’s how to stand up for myself. So, I hate that I still do this with him.
The loss of warmth in my lap when he moves jars me but, I continue singing to him. I want to know why he hasn’t mentioned it once.
Are we not in the same place? Are things not where I thought they were?
The song ends. I don’t move. Just sit there. My head still on his shoulder, microphone on my lap. I look at the screen for what feels like an eternity. “Nae Gomi?”
He’s not asleep. I can still feel his thumb tracing small circles on the base of my neck. My head lifts and I turn his face toward mine. “Gomi jagi? Where are you?”
“One song.” He gives me a tired smile and kisses me on the tip of my nose. Reaching across me he grabs the controller. Then we go to bed.”
My eyes track the movement without thinking.
He scrolls.
Stops.
I lean back slightly, trying to look casual—like I’m not paying that much attention. But I am. I always am.
The first notes start slow. Soft. And my eyes sting immediately.
Oceans – Pearl Jam
He doesn’t look at me. Of course he doesn’t.
I huff out a quiet breath, filling another shot. I lift the glass again, letting it burn on the way down just to have something else to focus on.
But it doesn’t help. Because his voice - it hits different.
Lower.
Smoother.
His voice is familiar in a way that sinks too deep, too fast.
Hold on to the thread
The currents will shift, glide me toward
You know something’s left
And we’re all allowed to dream of the next
Uh-oh the next time we touch;
My fingers tighten slightly around the glass.
He’s not looking at me. Not directly. But it still feels like he is. Like every word is—
I swallow, shifting slightly, elbow braced against the back of the couch.
Don’t. Don’t read into it. But I do anyway. Because this…this feels like something. It’s not just random. It’s not just a song. My jaw tightens.
My gaze drifts back to him, slower this time.
And that’s when it hits. The way his voice softens on certain words. The way his breath catches just slightly between lines. He’s not just singing. He’s…
You don’t have to stray the oceans away
Waves roll in my thoughts
Hold tight the ring
The sea will rise
Please stand by the shore
Oh, oh, oh, I will be
I will be there once more
My chest tightens before I can stop it. I look away. Quick.
Too late.
Because now my eyes are brimming. I blink once. Twice. Force my focus back to the screen. It’s stupid. It’s just a song. But my throat feels tight anyway. I drag in a slow breath, steadying myself, lifting the glass again even though I don’t need it.
I don’t want him to see that it’s getting to me.
Because if I let it, I don’t know what I’ll say.
And I’m not sure I’m ready to hear what he’ll say back.
Warning: Language, sex, obsession, unknown sexual encounter
Rating: MA+18
Summary: Sometimes the road to hell is paved with the best of intentions. See what happens when the sweetest thought turns into three lives upside down.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only the concept of the story. I mean no form of disrespect, only the highest form of flattery. This work is a complete work of fiction.
Please do not copy or post my work on any other platform without my permission.
Chapter 1 - Miscommunication
JK’s POV
Tonight – 19:30
Embassy Suites – Times Square, Room 624
The door will be unlocked.
The only thing I’ll be wearing is a blindfold.
Kookie
P.S. Anything you want, baby.
The note should’ve been enough.
It was clear. Direct. Impossible to misunderstand.
So why does the silence feel so loud?
Maybe he didn’t see it. Maybe it slipped too far into his pocket, buried under everything else the way he buries all the things he doesn’t want to deal with.
It was supposed to be a surprise—something small, something good. A way to pull him out of whatever has been weighing on him all day.
He’d been off. Not in a way anyone else would notice, but enough that it doesn’t sit right under my skin.
No—he saw it. He had to.
“Fine,” he sighed.
It wasn’t.
Tae’s body always gave him away—the tension in his shoulders, the way he holds himself just a little too tight.
Stepping in close felt automatic, arms wrapped around his waist from behind before I even thought about it. My chin rested against his shoulder; hands pressed lightly into his sides. “Beach.”
A pause. Then the smallest shift—his body eased, just enough. “Cabin,” he murmured, leaning back into me.
Better.
My thumb traced slow circles against his stomach, just enough to make him squirm. A quiet laugh caught low in his throat. He had always been weak there. Always given in.
“Times Square hotel room?” The question slipped out as the note disappeared into his pocket. A risk—but one I didn’t hesitate to take.
“Mmm…” His head tilted slightly, voice dipping low. “Times Square hotel room.”
For a second, everything felt easy again.
But, now there’s nothing but waiting.
The blindfold presses softly against my eyes. Pointless to close them, but they fall shut anyway. It sharpens everything—the quiet hum of the room, the faint rustle of fabric when I shift against the sheets, the slow, steady rhythm of my own breathing.
Time stretches too long.
The room changes before anything else. A quiet click. Stillness settles in behind it.
He’s here.
Not loud. Not heavy. Just… present.
He’s different tonight. It’s subtle, but I can tell that he’s not taking up as much space as he normally does.
My breath catches before I can place why.
The session must’ve gone worse than I thought. It didn’t matter.
We’ll make it better.
“There are only two rules tonight,” I smile. “Rule one—no talking.” Turning my head toward the sound of his presence, raking the lip ring between my teeth. I stretch my hand out to him, “Rule two—the blindfold only comes off when you take it off me.”
I wait for a moment anticipating his first gentle kiss.
He always –
It doesn’t come. A second passes. Then another.
This is different. There’s never been a time when Tae hasn’t initiated anything without his lips pressing against mine.
The thought flickers and disappears just as quickly.
The first touch comes instead.
Light.
Careful.
Almost hesitant.
That’s not— The thought slips before it can settle.
His scent comes next—faint, familiar. It’s enough to settle whatever doubt tries to form.
It’s him. It’s my Gomi.
His hands find my wrists, guiding them above my head with a slow, deliberate control that makes something in my chest tighten. There’s no rush in the way he moves, no urgency—just a quiet focus that feels almost unfamiliar.
Like he’s taking his time.
The blindfold stays in place. Longer than I would have expected.
Tae normally doesn’t— or maybe he just wants, no needs this right now
The urge to touch him builds quickly.
Instinctive.
Immediate.
The need to pull him closer, to anchor into something solid. S00omething known. But my wrists stay where he left them. Above my head. Held there by nothing but my damn rules—and my willingness to follow them.
His mouth moves lower, tracing a slow path down my neck, across my chest, lingering in places he already knows too well. Except tonight, it feels like he slow. Measured. Like he’s learning me, anew.
My body reacts deliciously. It always does.
Cold touches my skin without warning.
Soft. Spreading slowly. Not ice - something smoother.
Whipped cream.
A quiet breath slips out before I can stop it, gooseflesh prickles my skin as my thoughts try to catch up.
My legs part easily under his hands, anticipation tightening low in my stomach as he follows with his mouth—warm, deliberate, devastating. All thought disappears after that. There’s no room for it anymore. There is only room for sensation.
Only him.
Time fractures, breaking into moments that don’t connect.
His hands.
His mouth.
The heat builds under my skin. The slow, deliberate pressure that makes it impossible to focus on anything else.
Control slips easily.
Too easily.
His finger follows—one, then another—slow and measured, like his hesitation in my movements are to gauge my reactions. Every shift in my body.
Our normal bed play offers a different paradigm. However, at this moment there is no ask too great to grant him.
I want this.
I want him.
I’m ready.
My initial protest is brief. Quickly, my body responds, arching into him, giving in with no further resistance.
A hand moves on instinct, reaching for him, needing something to hold onto. But, it never lands.
Caught.
He guides it back. Firm and final. A soft sound follows, “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Disapproval, with a hint of playfulness. But not.
Everything builds – body, breath, thought – gone. I trust him enough to quiet whatever lingering apprehensions that still remain.
The rhythm that follows is slow and controlled.
This is unfamiliar…but tonight I am willing to follow wherever he leads. Every movement feels intentional, measured, never rushed. There’s something grounding in it, something that settles deep beneath everything else.
Is this what it feels like when he gives himself to me? I didn’t think it was possible to feel closer to Tae when we make love. My body has never felt such sensations befo0re.
A sound tears free before I can stop it—loud, unfiltered, real. It echoes throughout the space of the room. Nothing exists outside of this moment.
His teeth graze my shoulder, something comforting settling into place at the back of mind, anchoring me there.
Finally.
I love when he sucks and bites my flesh when it’s this tender.
The tension builds quickly after that, too fast to control, pulling tight until there’s nothing left to hold onto.
And then it breaks.
The release hits hard, sharp and overwhelming, dragging everything with it. His coming close behind.
Sleep comes quickly. Pulling me under before I can think too much about it.
A touch wakes me. Soft and familiar. Unmistakably his.
The blindfold lifts, light spilling in as his face comes into view above mine.
Warm.
Real.
Right.
My smile comes easily, “You’re full of surprises tonight.”
His mouth finds mine. And everything settles back into place.
Jimin’s POV
Did he write this to me?
It’s the only question racing in my head. So clear and immediate, it’s like an alarm going off.
My name isn’t on it.
But it has to be for me. It in my jacket. Tae had it this morning when he went to get coffee. He had it most of the day. So Kookie left it for him.
But he knows he put it in my pocket.
Kookie wouldn’t do that to Tae. He loves him.
Except— he wrote, ‘Anything you want, baby.’ Did he mean…
No. It’s for Tae. It has to be…unless it isn’t.
Unless he knows. Unless all those jokes weren’t just jokes. Did he see through my endless flirting to get a rise out of Tae for what it was? A thinly vailed attempt to reveal the truth about how I feel about him?
The thought settles in too easily. Like it’s been waiting for the right moment to present itself. For me to finally bear my soul.
Then the memory of that night comes back before I can stop it. I was doing a bed check. The wrong moment. Or maybe it was the only moment that ever mattered.
Kookie leaned back in the chair, completely undone in a way I had never seen before—relaxed, open, beautiful. The lazy smile dancing on his lips. The way his heavy-lidded eyes watched Tae’s.
Tae between his legs. Like he belonged there. Like that space and everything that occupied it was his. The gentle pleading he made with each blink as he met Jungkook’s stare.
It was beautiful. It was sickening.
It should’ve ended there. It was an accident. Something to forget. But I didn’t. Because once I’d seen… I couldn’t unsee how beautiful he was.
Kookie’s phone stays silent. There’s no answer. No reply. Nothing.
Maybe there’s still time to fix this. If I call him again...tell him the truth.
There is no need for me to hand the note back to him. But I just want to see. I can always walk away before anything changes.
Before anything breaks.
The hotel door isn’t fully closed. It opens with barely any pressure. There is soft music and low light. Rose petals are scattered across the floor like something out of a dream I was never meant to step into.
And there he is.
Waiting.
Blindfolded.
“I—” The word barely forms in my throat.
“Rule one—no talking,” It lands like a command. Final.
This is wrong. This is all wrong. I should take one step back ...just one word and it ends. Make one choice—
But his hand reaches out without hesitation or doubt. Like he already knows who’s standing in front of him. Like he’s waiting.
For me.
“Rule two – the blindfold only comes off when you remove it,” his whisper intoxicates me and I lose all my senses.
That’s when something shifts. It’s not loud nor sudden. It’s just gone. Every reason I had to leave, or stop…every line I swore I wouldn’t cross completely leaves at that moment.
My belt hits the floor before I can think it through. The rest follows too easily. Too quickly. Like the decision was made long before I got here.
It’s too late now. There’s no going back.
His skin is warm. Softer than I expected. Closer than it should ever be. And he’s so open. Trusting. Unaware. That’s what makes this so dangerous.
Every instinct in me says stop. That I need to leave; to fix this. But none of them matter.
The urge to taste his skin is overwhelming. But not his lips. The hollow of his throat is safer.
It works. Too well. His body reacts like I’d hoped it would. He trusts me.
His movement shifts—just enough for something to catch my eye. Dark ink, that like that on his arm. Instead this is low, his hip. A bear.
My breath stutters. I look away quickly.
My hands stay controlled despite my growing anxiety. Carefully touching him with deliberate strokes. Every movement is measured and every touch is intentional. There is no room for mistakes. I just can’t let him think.
I know there are differences between Tae and I. There must be. Our weight, the way we touch, the way we kiss. Differences that he would definitely notice. But if I concentrate on keeping him on the brink of ecstasy then he won’t be able to discern them.
The room fades around us.
Music, light—everything dissolves into something distant and unimportant. There’s only him. And that’s the problem. Because this was never supposed to happen. Not like this. Not here.
His body arches beneath me. The motion breaks that thought clean in half.
Focus snaps back momentarily.
Sharp.
Immediate.
There’s no room for hesitation anymore. Only movement. Only reaction. Only – need. It builds fast. Faster than I expected and harder than I thought possible. Everything narrows. Pulls tight and centers on one thing.
Us.
Nothing else exists. Not Tae. Not the consequences. Not tomorrow. Just right here and now.
His loss of control is audible. It’s not dramatic or sudden. As it dissipates I am left with the taste of him on my lips.
Every boundary erases without resistance. Every line crosses without a fight. And the worst part – it feels right. His reaction. His breath. The way he explodes in my mouth -. It all fits.
Too well.
Being inside him causes something to shift inside me then. The feeling is heavier. More perilous. It allows possession to settle where guilt should be. This feeling is uncomfortable, unwanted and unavoidable. The feeling lingers longer than it should. Much longer than is allowed.
Mine.
The thought comes anyway. I hate it.
Everything tightens. Builds. Spirals.
Until it culminates.
My release pulls everything in me with it – all control, thought, restraint. All gone momentarily.
Silence rushes in after. Thick. Heavy. Impossible to ignore.
Reality comes back too quickly.
I need to leave.
Looking at back the bed, he’s still there, waiting, totally unaware of what just happened.
That’s what makes this so wrong.
The hallway feels colder. Maybe because my phone is already nervously in my hand. Tae’s name lights up on my screen. For a second—I consider not sending anything. Maybe, I should just let them fall apart on their own.
But my thumb moves anyway.
He’s waiting for you. Times Square. I stare at the message. I hate myself for this. 22:00.
The numbers sit heavier than they should. But, I send it anyway.
It’s too late now.
Tae’s POV
If Suga asked for one more take, I was going to lose it.
The song already sat too close to something I didn’t want to touch. Too many memories wrapped up in it—ones Kookie and I had barely managed to move past. Singing it over and over again felt like reopening something that never fully healed.
And for what? So it could be repackaged, cleaned up, made palatable for everyone else.
I was done.
Jimin’s text sat heavy in my mind as I pulled the headset off.
Meet Kookie at the hotel. Times Square. Something about his jacket and a note. It didn’t make much sense, but it didn’t need to.
Kookie was there.
That was enough.
But, why didn’t he text me himself? The thought lingered, but not long enough to matter. I was already late—too late—and if there was one thing I knew about him, it was that he hated waiting.
“Guys… I’m done.” The headset slipped from my hand, falling somewhere behind me as I stepped out of the booth. My voice sounded distant, even to myself. “It’s not happening tonight.”
Suga started to protest, but I didn’t stay long enough to hear it.
Namjoon’s voice cut in instead, calm and steady, smoothing things over like he always did. “Tomorrow,” he said. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”
That was all I needed.
By the time I reach the hotel, it is past midnight. The hallway is quiet. Too quiet.
The door opens easily.
Inside, the room glows softly—candles flicker, rose petals across the floor like something out of a dream.
“Tokki…” His name leaves me on a breath, softer than I intend.
I move through the room slowly, taking it in.
The champagne has gone warm. Whipped cream is melted into something unrecognizable. Everything feels… paused.
Like it has been waiting. And so has he.
He is asleep. Flat on his back, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other resting lightly against his chest. His head tilts slightly to the side, breath slow and even.
It looks normal, save for the blindfold. Not a sleep mask or a bandana slipped down to his eyes. But a deliberate blindfold hiding them.
My chest tightens. How long did he wait for me? “Sorry…” The word barely makes it past my lips.
A quick shower to wash the day off, but not the weight of it.
By the time I step back into the room, the quiet has settled deeper.
He hasn’t moved.
Sliding into the bed beside him feels natural.
Easy.
Like coming home.
I prop myself up on one elbow, watching him for a moment before leaning in. A soft kiss brushes against his lips.
Familiar.
Grounding.
“You’re full of surprises tonight.” His voice is still thick with sleep, but his body reacts instantly, without hesitation. His hand finds the back of my head, pulling me closer as the kiss deepens.
There he is. My hand moves instinctively, finding him, drawing a slow reaction from him as his breathing quickens. His hands follow, tracing along my shoulders, my back, pulling me fully on top of him.
He’s so warm.
Real.
Mine.
The blindfold must go. I need to look into his soul. I crave that connection—the way his eyes always soften, and everything diminishes when he looks at me. That is ours. It always has been.
I push it over his head letting it fall away.
His eyes blink open, adjusting slowly, and then—that smile. “Like this,” I murmur, brushing my lips against his jaw. “Always like this.” I manage before capturing his lips again.
The rest comes easily. Naturally. Just like always.
Our skin touching is my safe haven.
We move together without thought, falling into a rhythm we know too well to question. His body atop mine, trailing slowly down. His movements at a snail’s pace at first, measured—until they’re not. Until they can’t be.
I always giggle when his tongue brushes the bunny tattoo hidden on my hip and this time is no different.
The nervous energy starts to settle as I anticipate what’s next to come.
His mouth moves over me, hot and insistent, pulling everything out of me piece by piece. Every touch, every breath, every sound—it all builds to something I can’t hold back.
I don’t try to. I never do.
“Please…” The word slips out before I could stop it, deep and desperate.
He only smiles that same sly smile, like he already knows.
As soon as he’s sheathed within me, my mouth finds the tender area of his neck just above his collarbone. Then his pace shifts.
Faster.
Deeper.
The tension builds, pulling us both toward the same edge.
“Fuck…” I try to steady my voice but to no avail. One hand deep within his hair and the other on the small of his back. My body moves with his, creating a rhythmic dance that only we hear the music.
Our pace slows. “Look at me.” My quiet command locks his eyes to mine instantly. This is it. This is everything. “I love you.” The words come easily. Like they always do. They are arrive on breath and something deeper I hope he never has to question.
“I love you, too.” He licks his lips before dipping his head to kiss me again.
And then— everything breaks.
The release hits hard, pulling us both under, leaving nothing behind but breathless silence and the steady rhythm of our hearts trying to catch up.
He collapses against me, limbs tangled. His sweat slick skin against mine.
after being neglected by your boyfriend, you decide to give him the silent treatment
pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, pwp, smut, a little angst + fluff
warnings: dirty talk, breast fondling, non-verbal consent, tearing of clothes, dom!tae, begging, pussy spanking, humping, degradation / shaming, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), breeding kink, riding, cream pie, aftercare, talk of having babies
word count: 2.7k
"y/n," taehyung frowns, his dark eyes trained on your pouty form. it had been hours of your childish antics, folding your arms and turning away every time he tries to speak to you. he's beyond annoyed now.
taehyung's jaw ticks as he watches you huff quietly, finding the view out of your window more interesting than him. it infuriates him. he's had a long week at work: endless schedules, tiring dance practices, barely getting any sleep, and now this. you being a brat.
"are you gonna talk to me or not?" he asks, standing in front of where you are perched silently on the couch. you glance up to make sure he knows you're ignoring him, before turning your head again. he runs an impatient hand through his hair, fingers brushing through his scalp as he exhales sharply through his nose. the silence is suffocating. the only sound audible is the distant hum of seoul city through the open window of your shared apartment.
his obsidian eyes trace the curve of your bare shoulders in your little tank top, rolling his eyes at the deliberate way you're pointed away from him. he knows he's been a little distant lately but it's not on purpose; his work has been demanding and comeback seasons are always like this. you know this.
he stops in front of you, mirroring your tense posture as his eyes narrow. you peek a glance up, noticing his dishevelled hair and dark circles under his pretty eyes. but still, you keep up the silent treatment out of pure pettiness. he’s not pleading anymore. he’s done.
“i don’t have the fucking energy for this, y/n,” he finally says, voice flat and hollow as he is clearly pissed off. his jaw stays clenched and arms folded. your doll eyes trace the veins that bulge from his forearms. maybe you should stop stressing him out…
he catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up until your eyes are forced upon his. you beg yourself not to fold under that intense gaze of his. "don't ignore me," the warning is absolute, exhaustion snapping into something dangerously dominant. "talk. now."
at your persistent silence, his grip tightens slightly. it's only now you notice that his tired eyes are bloodshot. your demeanour falters but you tense up again. "i've had a long fucking week, y/n. the least i expect is for my girlfriend to acknowledge me when i come home."
he scoffs. "you wanna play the silent game, baby?" he asks, a smirk pulling at those perfect, plush lips of his. his thumb presses into your jaw as he leans in until his nose presses against yours. "last chance. give me a word i'll give you my cock instead."
taehyung watches you shiver evidently at his low words, the air thick with the weight of his authority. you chew your lip, thighs pressing together. he's hot when he's mad... and as annoyed as you are, his dark demeanour always turns you on. his eyes drop to your thighs pressing together, noticing your subtle tell. he's your boyfriend after all, his attention to detail is perfect when it comes to you: your eyelashes fluttering, the imperceptible shiver running through you.
his thumb traces slow, deliberate circles on your clenched shut jaw, no longer demanding but testing and teasing. "hah," he says, voice lower as he notices the way your pulse jumps under the touch of his delicate fingertips.
"you're mad at me," he says, voice beautifully rough like velvet over gravel, his thumb still pressed to your throat, feeling the quickened pulse beneath. "but your body…" he leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "…is having a different conversation." he pulls back just enough to watch your pretty face, his expression unreadable. "that's my girl."
he watches the way your throat works as you swallow hard, pretending you're not affected by his very presence. "look at you, baby. still fighting me but your body remembers who you belong to." an infuriatingly arrogant smirk rises on his lips and you almost break your silent treatment to argue back.
his palm slides down from your throat, over the hollow of your collarbone, fingers tracing the line of your flimsy tank top. slow. deliberate. each touch is calculated, designed to make you react. he knows your body better than you know yourself. he knows every spot that makes you melt, every pressure point that makes you gasp. he's going to use every single one.
"still not talking?" taehyung murmurs, hands sliding down to cup your perky breasts through your shirt. he's delighted at your reaction: your nipples hardened and lips parted. he pauses, waiting for you to shove him away or tell him to stop, but you don't. "dirty girl," he mutters under his breath, circling your sensitive nipples as he watches your chest rise faster. he knows he's driving you crazy; it's clear by the way you're arching into his touch.
your breath hitches audibly, a sharp betrayal of your silent vow. his smirk widens, dark satisfaction curling his lips as he feels the heavy weight of them in his palms. he applies pressure with his thumbs, rolling the sensitive peaks through the fabric, knowing exactly how to elicit that gasp he’s waiting for. he’s not playing anymore; he’s hunting.
and then? he's finally had enough. the sound of tearing fabric is sharp and sudden as he rips your flimsy tank top clean down the middle. you're shocked at his sheer strength. your heavy breasts spill out, nipples pebbled and aching for his touch.
you gasp - shocked, aroused, defeated. and then, after all that silence, you whimper pathetically. the sound is tiny and pitiful, almost inaudible if the room weren't completely silent. but it completely undermines the wall of silence you'd maintained all night. it's pathetic honestly at how easily he breaks you. taehyung's obsidian eyes darken at the sound, triumphant as his thumbs brush hard over your exposed nipples.
the whimper hangs in the air—your first crack. his smirk sharpens, almost cruel. "there it is," he murmurs, thumb and forefinger pinching your exposed nipple. he tugs, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers, watching your face. he knows that sound marks your surrender.
you part your legs instinctively, craving something hard and thick to rock against whilst he fondles your breast. taehyung chuckles when you snap your thighs shut in realisation of your submission. your cheeks flush with embarrassment as your stubbornness surrenders completely to your desire. he taps your inner thigh, knowing the little mental war between you just ended. you'd lost.
"open these," he commands softly. your knees instantly obey despite your brain screaming at you to defy him. your body surrenders completely, exposing your needy cunt as your shorts fall to the side. he laughs condescendingly, amused at how soaked you are. he tugs the shorts off completely, having little patience for any other barriers after your little stunt.
taehyung taps your swollen clit lightly, watching you twitch. "look at this," he chuckles, entirely condescending. "all that attitude and yet your cunt is fucking soaked." his fingers trail through your folds, spreading your wetness as you squirm.
"t-tae," you finally moan, your voice breathy but hoarse from not using it all day. you spread out a little wider as his grin stretches, so handsome despite his actions. "see? that's all it took, baby. finally that mouth of yours is open. fucking beg for me."
"please! p-please touch me, tae!" you squeak, hating how desperate you sound. the image is depraved, with you squirming fully naked on the couch and him hovering over you fully clothed. he laughs softly, a deep sound as he enjoys your shame.
he shakes his head before bringing his hand to your sex in a sharp slap. the sound echoes instantly, punctuated by a shocked, broken cry from your throat. your hips jerk violently off the couch to unintentionally buck against his clothed crotch. your soaked heat slams into him, feeling the thick ridge of his cock pressing through his jeans.
"hips moving all on their own," he mocks, pressing his covered erection harder against your sopping cunt. "so desperate for dick you're humping my jeans like a little slut." he keeps you pinned to the cold leather of your couch, letting you feel exactly what you're grinding against.
your hips have a mind of their own, grinding shamelessly against his denim-clad erection for some release. it's messy and pathetic, your tits swinging as you squirm beneath him with absolutely no dignity left. he watches you degrade yourself with dark amusement, letting you rub that needy cunt all over him. "fucking slut."
he swiftly sits down, gripping your hips to force you into a straddling position on his lap. his hard cock tents his jeans against your dripping entrance. "go on, baby. hump me. show me how much you missed this dick," he orders, enjoying how ridiculously embarrassing you look with your hips rocking messily and tits bouncing in front of him. you absolutely ruin his jeans with your essence, moaning against his neck as you chase your orgasm.
"please, tae!" you cry out, hips moving frantically as he sits back with his legs spread. "need your cock... in me. need your cock so bad. please fuck me. s-stop teasing!" he just laughs at your begging, unbuttoning his jeans easily. you fumble with the zipper, watching the fabric part with hungry eyes to reveal his boxers stretched tightly over his monstrous erection. you could cum at just the sight.
your trembling hands tug his boxers down quickly and his cock instantly springs out and slaps against your stomach. he's massive. thick, heavy, and stunningly pretty. his cock is long- nearly nine inches- with a prominent vein running up the underside. you drool as you stare at the pre-cum dripping from his slit, your pussy aching with the urge to be filled up and bred. it's all animalistic now.
he reads your familiar look instantly - the desperate, primal shift in your doll eyes from needing pleasure to needing seeding. he chuckles lowly, gripping his thick shaft and slapping the heavy head against your swollen clit.
"you want this cock breeding your cunt, don't you?" he slaps his thick head against your clit again, the wet sound echoing in the room. "want me to fill you up, pump my kids deep inside?" his voice is dark, dominant—he knows exactly what you need now. you whine pathetically, nodding as your hips roll against his shaft.
"greedy little thing," he mocks, dragging the leaking tip through your soaking folds to coat himself. you're practically leaking onto the couch, cunt fluttering around nothing in desperation to be filled. "look at you. silent treatment forgotten, dignity gone—just a desperate slut begging to be bred." he positions the thick head right at your entrance, teasing the stretch. after the week apart, it's intense.
he pushes in slowly, achingly, letting you feel every inch of that thick length stretch your desperate pussy. "there it is. there's my greedy girl," he groans as your walls immediately flutter and clamp around him, milking. "fucking starving for my cock, aren't you? all that silent treatment… and now you're just a slut waiting to be filled."
he bottoms out, the heavy balls resting against your swollen clit. You feel utterly stuffed—you can feel him throbbing inside you, the thick veins pressing against your walls. he reaches down and spreads your lips apart, watching as his thick shaft disappears inside you, stretching you obscenely.
you lean forward, pressing your lips desperately against his—a sloppy, needy kiss mixed with your whimpering sounds. he kisses you back deeply, swallowing your broken moans as he stays buried inside you, both of you panting like dogs into each other's mouths. your tongues tangle desperately, tasting each other while your hips move involuntarily, fucking yourself onto his cock. "taste so fucking good, baby. missed this mouth."
your sex is messy, frantic, and desperate. within mere moments, your clit is throbbing and your walls start clamping down violently around him. you can’t hold it - the stimulation is too intense. you cum hard, crying out into his mouth, your pussy fluttering and rippling around his thick length. that sends him right over the edge.
he groans loudly into your kiss, his hips lifting off the sticky couch as he starts unloading inside you. thick ropes of cum blast directly against your bare cervix, flooding your deepest hole. you can feel it—that hot, sticky flood filling you up, overflowing around his shaft and starting to leak down your ass. he's fucking bred you good, just as you both wanted.
taehyung winds his strong arms around your waist as you slump against him, holding you in place as he fills you with every last drop. he showers your exhausted face with tender kisses, large hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.
"oh, baby," he coos, nuzzling your neck with his cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled cunt, the lazy after-pulses leaking his cream down your thighs. he smiles, devastatingly soft in a complete 180 from the intense sex.
"we're gonna have the cutest babies," he chuckles as your cheeks heat up. the two of you often got carried away with your kinks so you smile at the thought. "a little you... a little me. want to put my baby in you."
you roll your eyes, stupidly fond. "you really want kids with me? tae, you're so busy, you barely have time for me, let alone a kid."
taehyung arches his brow, pulling back slightly as realisation dawns on his handsome face. "baby... you're mad because i've been busy this week? god, you should've just told me," he frowns, guilt flickering through his asymmetrical eyes. "'m sorry, baby. talk to me next time, okay? i can't fucking stand that silent treatment of yours."
at your tiny smile and nod of agreement, he laughs softly. "besides, busy doesn't mean i don't want a mini you running around making me proud. you think i wouldn't make time for you and the baby?" his hand strokes your hair tenderly as his boxy grin appears. "can't wait to see your eyes on a little baby." he kisses your jaw.
"so... how many kids do you want anyway?" you ponder curiously, watching his eyes flash with pure hunger. your stomach flips, feeling his cock stir within you and stretching your overstuffed womb. "at least five," he growls, clearly non-negotiable on fucking as many kids as he can into you.
"what the fuck, tae? are you crazy?" you yelp, shoving his chest. you cringe at the thought of birthing five of his babies - though the thought of so many kids turns you on too. he grins shamelessly at your cartoonish reaction, your eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
"absolutely," he agrees with a shit-eating grin, his soft cheeks tugged up. "'m crazy about you. and crazy about the idea of filling that cunt up with my kids..." he groans as he turns himself on. "five is the minimum... besides, think of all the sex we'd have trying."
"mmm… non-stop baby-making sex. you'd be constantly pregnant, breasts heavy with milk, belly big and round with my kid." he groans, already imagining the scene. "and when you're not pregnant, i'll be knocking you up again immediately. no birth control, no barriers…"
"okay okay, stop talking!" you squeal as he laughs. he bursts into laughter, throwing his head back in a way that makes you blush because you can't believe he is yours. he kisses your giggling mouth sweetly, but his hand stays possessively on the bulge of his cock through your stomach.
"but my point still stands, baby. i want a family with you, okay?" he traces your lips with his thumb. "five? deal?"
"deal, idiot," you grin before pulling him in for round two.
𑣲⋆ notes: arghhhh my first drabble! if you enjoyed this, show some love!! comment / dm to be added to the taglist!
genre: obsession!au, stalker x victim, dark romance, angst?, smut?
rating: 18+ (mdni)
warnings: brief mention of suicide, obsessive behaviour, stalking, public masturbation, exhibitionism (?), watching reader whilst masturbating (she is unaware), details of dirty fantasies; breeding kink
word count: 1.2k
it was just like any other tuesday. routine. mundane. lifeless. taehyung is sure he’d shoot himself in the head this second if someone were to hand him a gun. but sadly this is seoul and not call of duty. so he strolls into his usual coffee shop before work, ordering the same black coffee he always does.
it’s the same comforting yet monotonous routine that anchors taehyung’s miserable existence. no friends, no life, no love. just wake up, go to work, eat, sleep, repeat.
his bored eyes, as dark as the coffee he drinks, rake over the small café in order to find something to cure his suicidal boredom. not much happens at 7am on a tuesday after all.
but then they land on you. and he can’t look away.
your beauty strikes him first. so ordinary but captivating. all-consuming. the way your eyelashes flutter as you blink. the way your nose scrunches in concentration as you scribble something in your notebook. oh, how he wants to know what you’re writing about. your thoughts and feelings and innermost secrets.
he stares not-so-subtly as you pause to nibble at your blueberry muffin. it’s not like these stale commuters and businessmen are paying attention anyway. he’s one of them after all and he never had. he finds himself frowning at the complete enigma you are to him.
a million questions flood his mind. who are you? what’s your name? are you the sweetheart you look like? where do you work? what are your passions and dreams? do you taste as sweet as you look?
“caramel iced latte for y/n?”
you perk up, glancing up at the counter for your order. and then your big, curious eyes find him.
your eyes meet across the busy room - his dark, unblinking gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your skin prickle with a million goosebumps. for a heartbeat too long, you're both frozen. then something shifts in his expression. not shame, not apology. possession. raw, unapologetic want.
he doesn't look away. he doesn’t even smile. he just stares.
you shiver, whether from attraction or fear you’re not exactly sure... you force yourself to break away your wide-eyed gaze, keeping your eyes trained on your feet as you stumble over to the counter.
“thank you!” you squeak shyly when you receive your order, polite as you are clumsy. you trip over your feet twice before finally making it back to your seat; he notices it all, of course.
experimentally, you sneak a glance back at the handsome man and he’s still staring. your cheeks flame a bright red as you tense and force yourself to concentrate on casually drinking coffee.
taehyung smiles to himself, finding your reactions cute. he licks his plush lips out of habit, trying to gather as much information about you as he can. your hair colour, the way your cheeks heat, your shy reactions, how you smile at a customer as they pass by. he didn’t like that. he wants to be the only one you smile at.
the brunette becomes aware he’s staring for too long - much too conspicuous - so he wanders to the small hallway at the back of the café. instead of turning to the bathroom like most customers would, he finds a storage room with an air vent, providing a perfect view to watch you without being caught.
the sight of you makes his cock ache. you’re perfect. every fantasy he’s had since he’d hit puberty could not begin to compare to the sight of you.
“fuck,” taehyung grunts under his breath, releasing his leaking cock from the tight confines of his jeans. he hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in a long time and the mere sight of your perfection has him pathetically hard.
he presses his forehead against the cold metal of the vent, breathing heavily. the brunette wraps his shaking hand around his aching length, thick and throbbing, all for you. he groans softly, remembering to keep quiet as to not be discovered, and watches you through the slats. the vent is angled perfectly, as if fate itself orchestrated it, just enough to see your little corner of the store.
your big eyes trained on your notebook, your pretty lip bitten in concentration, your hair pulled around your opposite shoulder to give him the perfect view of your gorgeous face. it is obscene how pure and endearing you look whilst remaining oblivious to the stranger pleasuring himself to your mere existence just feet away.
“ahh, fuck fuck fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth, his hand moving faster and rougher along his leaking shaft. he isn't going to last long.
his depraved mind spirals into a filthy, obsessive labyrinth, the volume of thoughts equivalent to a whole lifetime of fantasies, all built around you— the way he imagined tasting every inch of your skin, the fantasy of your thighs wrapped around his waist, your nails digging into his back as he possessed you. or worse, he imagines you kneeling before him, your pretty lips wrapped around his length, submission written in your pretty eyes.
taehyung’s strokes go more desperate as he watches you sip your sugar-filled drink mindfully, lost in thought. he’s sure your mind is a sinless sanctuary compared to his. his thumb slides over his leaking tip, mind racing over his new favourite fantasy: making you his forever.
you, bare and trembling, beneath him on his bed. or yours. or anywhere. the location doesn’t matter much to the man. your wrists pinned above your head, tears streaking your flushed cheeks as he fills you again and again, relentless in his pursuit, spilling his potent seed deep inside your womb until it takes. until your pretty tummy swells with his baby.
he imagines the scene in salacious detail. your legs falling open under his weight, your innocent eyes wide with shock and pleasure as he growls, "you're mine, bunny. i'll breed you so thick you won't even remember men before me." the thought of putting a permanent mark on you, claiming your womb, made him groan hoarsely.
his cock twitches violently in his fist, precum beading thickly at the tip. he’s sick, onyx eyes rolling back as he repeats one word in his depraved mind. mine. mine. mine. a strangled sound escapes his throat.
his hips jerked forward involuntarily, nearly hitting the vent grate. taehyung catches himself, breathing the thought of your belly rounding with his offspring, your pretty face puffy and swollen from crying, made him so hard it hurt.
“nngh... fuck..."
the image of you being completely consumed by his obsession— the mental picture of your swollen stomach carrying his child— was the final trigger for the poor man. he groans deep in his throat, hips stuttering as thick ropes of cum splatters against the underside of the vent grate, dripping down onto his hand. more than he'd cum in years. his vision whites out for a moment, knees nearly buckling.
"shit," he pants suddenly, catching himself against the wall, his heart hammering against his ribs. he stares down at his cum-coated hand, then back through the vent slats at your oblivious form. you lean back in your chair, stretching adorably while checking your phone.
you have absolutely no idea.
taehyung doesn’t take long to leave the store with a shit-eating grin on his face. from just moments of brief eye contact, you’d transformed from yet another unremarkable stranger to his entire religion.
he sleeps lightly that night, eager to return to the café and see his pretty little obsession tomorrow. it’s ‘love’ at first sight.
The afternoon sun streamed through Taehyung's window as he bounced around his kitchen, grabbing juice boxes and ripping open bags of chips with his usual chaotic energy. "Make yourself at home! I'll be right there!" he called out, his voice muffled from inside the fridge.
You smiled, shaking your head at his enthusiasm. Studying for finals together had been his idea , his way of making sure you both passed. You'd been best friends since middle school, and being at his place felt as natural as breathing.
You wandered around his room, something you'd done a thousand times before. The same band posters on the walls. The same messy desk with textbooks scattered everywhere. The same unmade bed that he never bothered to fix. And then your eyes landed on his drawer with the small sticky note on the handle: "Do not open." Curiosity prickled at your skin. You knew you shouldn't. You really shouldn't. But the note felt like a dare, and your fingers were already reaching for the handle before your brain could catch up.
The drawer slid open smoothly.
Inside lay a black leather notebook, worn at the edges. And beside it, your breath caught a box of unopened condoms.
Your stomach dropped.
With trembling hands, you picked up the notebook. The pages were soft from use, filled with his messy handwriting and sketches. You flipped to a random page.
And your world tilted.
The first thing you saw was a drawing. A portrait of a girl with long hair, her face buried in a pillow, her back arched in ecstasy. The details were stunning, the curve of her spine, the way her fingers gripped the sheets, the flush on her exposed skin.
Below it, in Taehyung's distinctive handwriting:
"I want to fuck her from behind while she screams my name. Pull her hair so she knows who owns her. Make her cum so hard she forgets her own name."
You flipped the page, your hands shaking.
"I think about her mouth constantly. How it would feel wrapped around my cock. I want her to choke on it. To drool all over it. To look up at me with tears in her eyes while I fuck her throat."
Another page. Another drawing. This time of a girl on her knees, hands tied behind her back, blindfolded.
"I want to tie her up. Edging her for hours until she's sobbing. Then use her every way I want. Anal. Oral. Make her squirt until she passes out. Then do it again."
The pages blurred as tears welled in your eyes. You kept reading, unable to stop, each word like a knife twisting deeper.
"She doesn't know how much I want her. She talks to me about other guys and I want to scream. I want to bend her over her desk and show her exactly who she belongs to."
"I'd fuck her in public. In the library. In the bathroom at parties. Risk getting caught just so everyone knows she's taken."
"I'd make her say my name. Beg for it. Cry for it. I want to ruin her "
Your vision swam. The notebook slipped from your fingers, falling to the floor with a soft thud.
He had a girlfriend. A secret girlfriend. Someone he drew, dreamed about, fantasized about in the most explicit, filthy ways possible. The condoms made sense now. Of course they did.
And you, had been pining after him for years. Thinking maybe, just maybe, he saw you as more than a friend.
You were just his best friend. Nothing more.
"YN? I brought snacks!"
Taehyung froze in the doorway, two juice boxes in his hands, a bag of chips dangling from his teeth. His eyes darted from your tear streaked face to the open drawer to the notebook on the floor.
The chips fell. The juice boxes hit the ground, one of them bursting open, but he didn't notice.
"YN. What did you- " His voice cracked. "You read it?!!!"
You forced a smile. A wobbly, pathetic thing that didn't reach your eyes.
"So you finally got yourself a girlfriend, huh?" Your voice was too high, too bright. "That's great, Tae. I'm happy for you. Why didn't you tell me? I thought we told each other everything, but I guess" You laughed, a broken sound. "I guess some things are private. Haha. That's- that's fine. Totally fine."
He stepped forward, panic in his eyes. "YN, let me explain - "
"No, no, it's okay!" You held up your hands, backing away. "I get it. She's clearly special. All those... those things you wrote. She's a lucky girl. Really. I'm sure she'll love all of it."
You bent down to pick up the notebook, holding it out to him with a trembling hand.
"Here. You should probably hide this better. Don't want the wrong person finding it, right?"
He didn't take it. He just stared at you, his chest heaving.
"YN. Stop."
"Stop what? I'm just-"
"Stop pretending." His voice was rough, raw. "I know you. I've known you for ten years. Don't give me that fake smile. Don't pretend you're okay."
Your smile crumbled. The tears you'd been holding back spilled over, hot and fast.
"Who is she, Taehyung?" Your voice broke. "Who is she? Is she pretty? Is she nice? Does she know how much you want her? Does she know you draw her? Does she know you think about..about tying her up and.."
You couldn't finish. A sob escaped your throat.
"I've liked you for so long," you whispered. "So fucking long. And you're out here writing sonnets about some other girl. About how you want to ruin her. And I'm just, I'm just your friend."
He crossed the room in two strides, grabbing your wrists. His grip was firm but gentle, his eyes burning into yours.
"The notebook," he said, his voice low and intense. "Read the last page."
"What?"
"The last page. Read it."
You shook your head, trying to pull away. "I don't want to see more of-"
"YN. Please."
Slowly, you bent down and picked up the notebook again. Your fingers found the last page. You opened it.
And your heart stopped.
It was a portrait of you. The exact way you'd looked last week when you fell asleep on his couch, your mouth slightly open, your hair messy, your hand tucked under your cheek.
Below it, in his handwriting:
"It's always been her. It will always be her. I'm just too scared to tell her. What if she doesn't want me back? What if I lose my best friend? But God, I want her. I want her so much it hurts. She's the only one I think about. The only one I draw. The only one I dream about.
If she's reading this: I'm sorry I'm a coward. I'm sorry I couldn't say it to your face. But every single word in this book is about you. Every fantasy. Every desire. Every filthy, desperate thought. It's all you. It's always been you."
The notebook fell from your hands again.
You looked up at Taehyung. His eyes were wet, his lips trembling.
"It's you," he whispered. "It's always been you."
He stepped closer, his hands cupping your face.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I was scared. I am scared. But seeing you cry, seeing you think it was someone else- I can't, can't let you believe that."
His thumb brushed away your tears.
"I want to do all those things to you. I want to tie you up and make you squirt until you can't move. I want to taste every inch of you. I want to hear you scream my name" His voice dropped to a whisper. "But only if you want it too. Only if you want me."
"You're an idiot," you breathed.
He let out a shaky laugh. "I know."
"I'm sorry." He pressed his forehead to yours. "Let me make it up to you. Let me show you how much I want you. Please."
Your hands found his shirt, fisting the fabric.
"Show me," you whispered. "prove everything you wrote"
His eyes darkened. His grip on your face tightened.
"Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything."
He didn't waste another second. His mouth crashed into yours, hungry and desperate, all the pent up longing from years of friendship pouring into the kiss. His tongue slid against yours, tasting, claiming, and his hands moved down your body, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him.
"You have no idea," he murmured against your lips, "how long I've wanted to do this."
He walked you backward until your knees hit his bed. He pushed you down, crawling over you, his body a cage of heat and muscle.
"I meant every word in that notebook," he said, his voice low and rough. "Every single fantasy. Do you want to know what I want to do to you right now?"
You nodded, breathless.
"I want to take you apart piece by piece. I want to hear you beg. I want you so desperate for my cock that you'll say anything, do anything." His hand slid down your body, between your legs, pressing against the heat there. "I want to make you squirt all over my face. Then I want to fuck you while you're still sensitive from cumming. Make you scream until your voice gives out.
His lips found your neck, biting and sucking, marking you.
"And after that," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, " Then I'll take you however I want, your mouth, your pussy, your ass, until you're filled with my cum and too exhausted to move."
He pulled back, his eyes burning into yours.
"That's what I want. That's what I've always wanted. Do you still want me to show you?"
You reached up, pulling him down into another kiss.
"Show me, Taehyung. Show me everything"
"You have no idea what you just started."
His hands found the hem of her shirt and tore it over her head, not bothering with the buttons. The fabric ripped, and he didn't care. His mouth was on her neck, biting, sucking, leaving bruises that would bloom into purple marks of ownership.
"I've drawn this moment a hundred times," he rasped against her skin, his fingers working at the clasp of her bra. "But the real thing, fuck. The real thing is so much better." His lips traced a path down her stomach, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses. When he reached the waistband of her jeans, he didn't bother unbuttoning them. He yanked them down her legs, panties and all, leaving her naked and exposed beneath him.
"So beautiful," he breathed, his eyes devouring her. "I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to do everything I wrote in that notebook. Every. Single. Thing."
He spread her legs wide, settling between them. His breath was hot against her cunt, and she shivered, already soaked
"I want to taste you first," he murmured. "I want to feel you cum on my tongue. And then I want to make you squirt all over my face."
He didn't tease. He dove in, his tongue flat and firm against her clit, licking in long, broad strokes that made her cry out. Her hips bucked against his face, but he held her down, his strong arms wrapped around her thighs, locking her in place.
"You taste like heaven," he groaned against her flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her. "I could die right here, with your pussy on my face, and I'd die happy."
His fingers found her entrance, sliding in, curling. He knew exactly where to touch, what to do. He had practiced this in his mind a thousand times while lying alone in this very bed. He sucked her clit into his mouth, building a rhythm that had her climbing higher and higher.
"Cum for me," he commanded, his voice muffled against her flesh. "Cum all over my face. Let me drink you."
She shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, a torrent of liquid gushing from her core. He sealed his lips over her, sucking, swallowing, groaning as he drank her release.
"Fuck, yes. Give me more."
He pushed her through another orgasm, and another, until she was a trembling mess, tears streaming down her face, her body quaking with overstimulation.
"Please, Tae, I can't- "
"You can. You will." He slid two fingers into her pussy, then three, stretching her, pumping into her while his tongue worked her clit. "I wrote about making you squirt until you passed out. Don't you want to fulfill my fantasy?"
She screamed, her fourth orgasm splashing against his chin, soaking the sheets beneath them. He drank every drop, his tongue lapping at her greedily, not letting a single drop escape.
He pulled away, his face slick with her cum. He stood up, unbuckling his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His cock stood rigid, slick with pre cum, the head glistening.
"Kneel."
She struggled to her knees, her legs weak, her body still humming from the aftershocks. He stepped closer, his cock bobbing in front of her face.
"Open wide. I want to see my cock disappear into your throat."
She opened her mouth, her tongue extended. He fed himself into her, slowly, letting her tongue wrap around the head before pushing deeper. He watched as her lips stretched around his girth, as her eyes watered, as her throat bulged with the shape of him.
"Fuck, you look so pretty like this. Choking on my cock. Drool running down your chin."
He began to fuck her throat in earnest, his hips snapping forward, deep and rough. He held her head in place, his fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements.
"Look up at me. I want to see those eyes while I use your mouth."
Her gaze met his, glassy, desperate, full of devotion. The sight pushed him to the edge. He held her deep, his cock throbbing as he unloaded into her throat.
"Swallow it all. Every drop. I want you to taste me on your breath for the rest of the day."
She swallowed, her throat working around him, taking every pulse of his release. He pulled out slowly, a thick string of saliva and cum connecting his tip to her lips
"Good girl."
He lifted her, tossing her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide again.
"On your stomach."
She rolled over, burying her face in the pillow. He crawled over her, his tongue tracing the curve of her spine, down to the swell of her ass. He spread her cheeks, exposing her tightest hole.
"I drew this exact picture," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "I imagined burying my face here."
He licked her asshole, circling it with his tongue, dipping inside. She moaned into the pillow, her hips pushing back against his face, begging for more.
"You taste so good everywhere," he growled.
He sat up, spitting onto her asshole, rubbing the thick glob of saliva into her with his thumb. He slicked his cock with more spit, dragging the head through her folds to gather her wetness before pressing against her hole
"I'm going to fuck you now. And you're going to take it like the good girl you are."
He pushed in, just the tip. She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure. He waited, letting her adjust.
"Relax for me. Breathe."
He pushed deeper, his thick cock stretching her tight hole. She gasped, her hands gripping the sheets, her knuckles white.
"That's it. Taking me so well."
He began to thrust, slow and deep at first, then faster, harder. The sounds of his hips slapping against her filled the room, mixed with her whimpers and his guttural grunts.
"I'm going to cum in your pussy," he snarled. "Fill you up. Mark you as mine."
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles. She was already so sensitive from her previous orgasms that she came instantly, her body convulsing, her pussyclenching around his cock. The feeling of her climaxing around him pushed him over the edge. He buried himself deep, his cock pulsing, flooding her ass with his cum.
He pulled out slowly, a trickle of his release leaking from her. He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs again.
He crawled up her body, his face slick with her, his eyes burning with love and possession.
"I love you," he breathed, his lips brushing against hers. "Every dirty, perfect part of you. I've loved you for years, and now I finally get to show you."
He lined his cock up with her cunt, still wet from their combined fluids.
"This is the finale. The fantasy I saved for last. I want to look into your eyes while I fill your pussy with my cum. I want to breed you. I want my cum dripping out of you for days."
He slid inside her, deep and slow, a single smooth thrust that buried him to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, her heels digging into his lower back.
"Fuck, you feel so good. So tight. So perfect."
He thrust into her, a steady, relentless rhythm. Their eyes never left each other. His forehead pressed against hers, their breath mingling, hot and desperate.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
"You," she whispered. "I belong to you."
"Say my name."
"Taehyung. I'm yours, Taehyung. I've always been yours.
"Cum for me. Cum on my cock. Now."
Her orgasm crashed into her, a violent wave that made her scream his name. Her cunt clenched around him, milking him, pulling him deeper. The feeling of her climaxing around him pushed him over the edge. He buried himself deep, his cock pulsing, filling her cunt with his cum, pumping into her until he was completely empty.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight a grounding comfort. His lips found her neck, pressing soft, tender kisses against the bruises he had left earlier.
"That was just the beginning," he whispered against her skin. "I have a whole notebook. We have the rest of our lives."
She smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back.
"Then show me. Read to me. Show me everything you want to do to me."
He rolled off her, reaching for the notebook on the floor. He picked it up, his fingers brushing the worn leather cover.
"Let's start from the beginning."
He opened it to the first page, where a portrait of her sleeping face stared back at them.
"Chapter one: Waking her up with my mouth between her legs..."
She laughed, a soft, happy sound, pulling him closer. "I can't wait."
Genre: romance, established relationship, tour life, travel, fluff, smut
Warnings: 18+, mature themes, explicit sexual content, established relationship, public teasing, private intimacy, multiple intimate encounters, dirty talk, oral sex, penetrative sex, creampie, explicit language
a/n: This one was actually requested by one of my readers a long time ago, and I’m finally getting around to writing it. I’m so sorry it took me this long. Happy reading! ✨
The roar of the Madrid crowd was still a phantom ringing in his ears, a vibrant echo that buzzed just beneath the surface of his skin. Taehyung slumped into the plush leather of the private car, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and silver outside the tinted windows. His muscles ached, his throat was raw, but the adrenaline still thrummed through him like a live wire. YN slid in beside him, her hand finding his immediately, squeezing gently.
"You need to rest, Tae," she murmured, her voice a soft balm against the chaos of the night. "Close your eyes for a bit. You have the flight, then Paris tomorrow."
He couldn't. He turned to look at her, the dim cabin light catching the concern in her eyes. The adrenaline didn't want to crash. It wanted to transform. He saw the way her sweater clung to the soft swell of her breasts, the pout of her lips, the way her thighs pressed together under the denim.
"I can't," he breathed, his voice low and rough. His hand left hers, sliding up her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thick fabric. "I need you, right now.Ive been thinking about you all night "
YN's breath hitched as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thigh, kneading, claiming. "Tae, the driver..."
The privacy partition was firmly up, dark and soundproof. "He can't see us," Taehyung growled, leaning over to capture her lips. The kiss was hungry, deep, a direct current from the stage to her. He pulled her closer, one hand tangling in her dark hair, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss, the other working frantically at the button of her jeans.
The car hit a smooth patch of highway. He didn't wait. He laid her back against the seat, yanking her jeans and panties down her legs in a clumsy, desperate tangle of denim and lace. She gasped as the cool air hit her exposed skin, then moaned as his mouth descended on her without preamble. His tongue was flat and hot against her clit, lapping at her with the same frantic energy he had used to command the stage minutes ago.
Her hands fisted in his hair as he devoured her. His tongue curled into her, tasting her slick heat, drinking her arousal. She bucked against his face, a litany of breathy moans filling the quiet luxury of the car. He worked her relentlessly, feeling her thighs tremble against his ears, her fingers tightening in his hair. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue until she shattered, a sharp, choked cry of relief tearing from her throat as she cummed hard against his mouth.
He didn't stop until her trembling subsided, licking her clean, tasting her deeply. He sat up with a predatory glint in his eye, her taste lingering on his lips. He pulled her up, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on him. Her hands were already working his belt.
On the plane, the private jet was an oasis of calm and luxury. Soft lighting, deep seats that converted into a plush, wide bed in the center of the cabin. The flight attendants had been politely dismissed for the night. YN thought he might finally rest, that the car had sated him, but the moment the cabin door was sealed and locked, Taehyung was on her again.
He stripped her slowly this time, appreciating every inch of skin revealed by the dim cabin lights. The dress she wore for the flight was simple silk, but he made undressing her a ceremony. He laid her on the wide, velvet covered bed, the hum of the engines a steady vibration beneath them.
"I want to feel every part of you," he whispered against her neck, kissing down her body. His tongue traced patterns on her breasts, sucking her nipples into hard peaks until she was arching into him, her hands clutching at the sheets. He didn't rush. They had hours.
He spread her legs wide, settling between them. He teased her opening with the head of his cock, slicking it in her wetness, rubbing it against her clit until she was writhing beneath him.
"Please, Tae," she begged, her hips tilting up to meet him, desperate for him to fill her.
He sank into her with a deep, shuddering groan. The feeling of her heat enveloping him was a high purer than any concert, any roar of a crowd. He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that had them both gasping. The plane hummed around them, a white noise that matched the rhythm of their bodies. He fucked her slowly, deeply, changing angles to hit that perfect spot inside her, making her cry out with every deliberate thrust.
He pulled her on top of him, letting her ride him as the plane cut through the night sky. Her head thrown back, her hair cascading down her spine, her breasts bouncing with every movement, she was a vision of pure erotic art. He gripped her hips, guiding her pace, thrusting up into her from below. Her climax came suddenly, a tight, fluttering squeeze around his cock that pushed him over the edge. He emptied himself deep inside her with a guttural groan, holding her close as the aftershocks rippled through them both.
They curled together, sticky and sated, dozing for the rest of the flight.
Paris was awake and glittering under a cool, misty drizzle when they landed. A sleek black car waited for them on the tarmac. The drive into the city was supposed to be quiet, a chance to gather their thoughts. Taehyung was sleepy, the post coital bliss and the long flight tugging at his eyelids. But seeing YN curled against him, her legs bare under the large trench coat she had thrown on, the memory of her taste still fresh in his mind, rekindled the fire instantly.
His hand snaked between her thighs before the car had even left the airport perimeter.
"Again?" she breathed, a soft laugh in her voice, though her legs parted willingly for him.
"I can't help it," he murmured against her ear, his voice thick with sleep and lust. "You make me crazy, you know that? Seeing you in this city... I want to fuck you in every arrondissement."
His fingers found her slick and ready, still swollen from their lovemaking on the plane. He circled her clit with practiced ease, watching her bite her lip to stay quiet. The driver was a stranger, the streets of Paris a blur of Haussmann architecture and glowing cafes. He worked her expertly, whispering dirty, loving promises into her ear. "When we get to the room, I'm going to bend you over the balcony railing. I'm going to fuck you against the window so you can see the Eiffel Tower sparkle." His words, combined with the relentless pressure of his fingers, pushed her to a swift, shuddering orgasm just as the car pulled up to the velvet rope of the hotel.
She was panting, clutching his wrist, her thighs squeezing his hand as the door opened and the concierge offered a polite, unassuming greeting. Taehyung smirked, utterly possessive, helping her out of the car. Her legs were barely steady, her cheeks flushed. He kept a firm hand on the small of her back as they swept through the gilded lobby.
"Window first," he reminded her, his voice a low command that sent a shiver down her spine, even as she laughed breathlessly.
He led her to the wide window, pressing her palms flat against the cool glass. The city lights of Paris blazed below them, a carpet of diamonds. He lifted her leg, hooking it over his arm, positioning himself behind her.
"This," he breathed, guiding his cock into her wet, waiting heat from behind, "is a night I'll never forget. You, in Paris, dripping for me."
He slid into her deeply, the angle perfect, hitting depths that made her gasp and press her forehead against the cold glass. He fucked her slowly, deliberately, letting her feel every inch of him, watching their reflection in the dark glass , her body pressed against the window, his body covering hers, the city sprawling beneath them. The view, the city, the sheer decadence of it all fueled their passion. Her moans echoed in the opulent room, mingling with the soft sound of his breathing.
He turned her around, lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist instantly. He carried her away from the window, laying her down in the center of the massive bed. He took his time, worshipping her body with his mouth, bringing her to the edge and backing off, teasing her until she was trembling and begging. He licked and sucked at her breasts, her stomach, the inside of her thighs.
"I want to feel you cum around me again," he growled, positioning himself over her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
He thrust into her, a hard, fast rhythm that matched the frantic beat of his heart. The bed frame creaked in protest. Their skin slapped together, wet and hot. YN screamed his name, the sound rich and unrestrained, muffled only slightly by the thick hotel walls. He felt her climax grip him, and his own release followed, a powerful, unstoppable surge that left him breathless and panting on top of her.
They lay tangled in the silk sheets, the Paris skyline glittering through the windows. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with exhaustion and profound love. "For coming with me."
She smiled, nuzzling into his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. "There's no place I'd rather be."
Later, in the quiet hours of the early morning, just before the sun began to tint the Parisian sky a soft, hazy grey, he stirred. He watched her sleep for a moment, an overwhelming wave of tenderness washing over him. The beast of his desire was not fully tamed, but it had changed shape. He slipped down her body, pressing soft, worshipful kisses to her stomach, her hips, her mound. He spread her legs gently, waking her with the soft, warm touch of his tongue on her core.
She gasped, her hands sliding into his hair, gripping the dark strands as he laved her with soft, sleepy strokes. He was gentler now, but just as thorough, bringing her to a slow, rolling, deep orgasm that she rode out against his mouth with long, shuddering sighs. Only then did he slide up her body, entering her with a soft sigh of completion. They made love slowly, a lazy, profound coupling that felt more like a dream than reality. His climax drew close, deep and resonant, and he poured himself into her one last time, sealing the night with a deep, possessive kiss that tasted of the future.
The sun finally broke over the rooftops of Paris, casting a golden glow across the bed where they lay, utterly spent and deeply in love. The Celine show could wait a few more hours. Right now, there was nothing else in this world but the two of them, tangled in silk, breathing together.
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