Genre: Smut? (Blowjob, slightly drunk, slight submissive Taehyung)
Warning: I will put this on every post- These scenarios and fan fictions are for entertainment only. I do not believe that BTS would do anythings, are they are just used as characters. I pretend they aren’t humans, and just make believe characters for a story. Enjoy.
You placed the first box down in your new empty apartment, the bright light shining through the glass window, reminding yourself to buy new curtains. Scanning the room, planning out which furniture would go where you head back out for the door to grab another box, closing it behind you and heading for the elevators; the relief of not having to walk upstairs puts your heart at ease. Looking at your phone waiting for the elevator doors to open. Hearing the ding, you step forward, your face hitting something hard, stumbling back and holding your nose with a groan.
“Watch where you’re going, miss…”
You look up about to say sorry, your eyes meeting the man’s dark chocolate ones, a smile playfully dancing on his lips. His brown, layered, slightly parted hair matched his eyes perfectly, wearing a clean, black and white suit. His face, most mesmerizing, left you staring at him in awe, as he looked back at you, his facial expression changing as he lifted an eyebrow, but the playful smile still on his lips.
“I know I’m attractive but how long are you going to stare at me miss?“
You shook your head, apologizing for staring and you step back a little more for him to pass by. He smiles as he moves past you, his nicely scented cologne brushing past as well. You hold the elevator doors that luckily didn’t close with your awkward first encounter with the handsome stranger, looking down the hall to watch him walk away. You looked away, and decide to go into the elevator to get your other boxes before calling it a day.
With the all the boxes placed down and neatly put in the room wanted, you sit on the futon you brought, search your phone on where to buy couches and a bed. That was your first opportunity to start a new life alone. It was hitting the time nine at night, and you had to work the next day so you charged your phone, setting the alarm and getting comfortable in your futon. With the new atmosphere of the place, getting a good night’s sleep was quite difficult, but as soon as your eyes began to fall, a loud, ear piercing or ear bleeding for that matter, music blasted next door. You groaned in annoyance, getting up and banged on the wall for them to shut it off but to no avail. Grabbing your jacket from the open suitcase, you make your way out into the hallway, stopping in front of the door, planning to talk in some sense for playing such loud music at a late hour. You knocked on the door, soon banging on it as it started to shake, your arm starting to hurt from keeping it up for so long. With the loud music blaring, you didn’t notice the door unlocking, your hand coming down and being grabbed firmly.
“Well, I don’t think it’s polite to hit someone on the first meeting miss.“
You look up to meet the man you had met earlier, only he looked slightly different, like a new aura surrounded him. His hair was now straight into a bowl cut, making him look even younger, piercings on both of his ears that weren’t on there before, his suit and tie gone that was now replaced with pajama pants and a loose white tee. Once more, you were mesmerized, a lost for words.
“Um, please turn the music down? People are trying to sleep for those who you know, have a job.” You manage to say, leaning in for him to hear over the loud music. He slightly laughs, pulling out a remote and pressing a button, with the music gone, the silence became the true music.
“Are you saying I don’t have a job?” He folds his arms and leans against the door frame, the same playful smile dancing on his lips.
“That’s not the question I’m asking Sir. But you’ve turned the music so I think I must have gotten my point across.“
“Well miss, are you sure you got your point across?“
“It’s off right now so I assume you have.“
He smiles, closing the shut, the music finally turning on once again. You widened your eyes, mouth open as you were a lost for words for another different reason. You banged again, only for a slip of paper to be pushed from under the door.
'The person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please try again later.‘
You roll your eyes, snatching the paper from the ground and throwing it in the trash bin. You moved your futon further away from his wall to try and at least level it down somehow. Through the screaming music, you wanted to piece together how the man you met on your way to the elevator was the same you just met a minute ago, you closed your eyes sighing as you turned your back to the wall.
It had been a least a month since living at the new apartment, your head ached from having to tell your neighbor to keep it down every night but he seemed to not get the message. Even though it was nice to see him in white tees and tank tops, it distracted you from trying to be more assertive. Through your little encounters, you happened to find out that his name was Kim Taehyung who had a decent job working as a simple office worker for a magazine company; his age surprisingly, yet not surprisingly as well, twenty-two.
You banged on his door once again tonight, he seemed to be having a party with all the yelling and cheering going on. The other neighbors didn’t care because the floor you lived in happened to be a lot of elderly people with hard of hearing, making you the only one you really was bothered. An unfamiliar man opened the door slightly drunk, and he grabbed your wrist and dragged you inside with a drunken laugh. You stumbled in, lots of people surrounding you as you made your way to where the music was playing, eyes landing on the remote. As you reached for it, a and gripped your firmly and you looked up, eyes meeting another strangers.
“Hey baby, where did you come from?”
The man stunk of liquor, words slurred as he pulled you closer to him, you trying to pry his nasty hands off of you. Another hand grabbed your waist from behind, pulling you back into someone’s arms.
”What do you think you’re doing, miss?”
You froze as he had leaned in and whispered in your ear for you to hear, his hot breath and deep voice sent shivers down your spine. Trying to find your words, you looked up at him in surprise,and he dragged you out into the hallway, closing the door behind and this was the perfect second or two to catch a glimpse of another one of his outfits. Hair was styled in the usual bowl cut he had when was home, but the ripped jeans and leather jacket gave yet another different aura to him.
“How did you get into my apartment?” “
Although, the deepness of his voice seemed different than his playful teasing. “One of your drunk idiot friends dragged me inside when I thought you were going to show up. Can you keep it down, I should have just grabbed your wireless speaker and throw it out the window.”
“And you’d think I would let you do that?” He laughed, stepping closer to you. “I don’t mean to be rude but, I would like it for you to just deal with it. I was here before you so, this is the way I do things.
He steps back into his apartment, leaving you a lost for words and just full with his shit. You stomp back into your apartment, slamming your door and plopping yourself onto the bed, scream in your pillow. You breathe a sigh, turning onto your back and laying there until you’re able to fall asleep.
The next day you stumble out of the elevator, back from an office party that you know you shouldn’t have drank so much. But with your mind reminding yourself that you’d have to go back to your apartment, made you want to drink more. Walking down the hallway, feet twisting as you pressed against the wall for support, irritation coming when you hear the blaring music once again. In your drunken state, you’ve had enough and you wanted to tell it to him, and even show it to him. You banged on the door, seeing the familiar bowl cut, and a loose shirt, the usual smile, however, was replaced with a poker face, a quite irritable expression. But before he could open his mouth, you pushed him aside, walking to the source of the ear bleeding music and shutting it off.
“Yah! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
He grabbed your arm, yours grabbing his and you pushed him onto the couch, climbing on top of him, tugging on his shirt. He stared back in surprise, unable to find the words of what to say to you.
“Hm~ you are such a naughty boy, not listening to me. I think you should be punished for all the trouble you’ve caused me. I’ll make sure the next loud noises are coming from you Taehyung.” You kissed his neck, nibbling on it slightly, earning a moan from him, his hand gripping your shirt.
“Wait, what’s going on?” Taehyung’s voice began to go a little high. You giggle, teasing him about his change of attitude from a tough and annoying neighbor to one who seemed so shy. You were now the one controlling the situation, and by the moans that left Taehyung’s lips made you continue.
You shush him, tugging on his pants and unbuttoning them, tugging on the elastic part of his black boxers; Taehyung’s hands grabbing the hem and pushing them to you, wanting you to pull them down.
“Eager aren’t we? But you’ve been so rude and stubborn with me that you’ll just have to wait, just like the months I have for you to turn down the music.” You lifted his shirt, revealing his toned chest as you lightly brushed your fingers against it, followed by your lips. His chest rose, faster than someone’s average breathing, he swallowed hard, inhaling deeply. He bit his bottom lip as you licked his neck, leaving then a trail of kisses until you met his lips. He kissed back with no hesitation, hands grabbing both sides of your face, his lips moving with lust. You licked his lips hastily, tongues finally meeting, and tongues swirling. Taehyung lifted his hips, rubbing his clothed erection against your hand as you giggled against his lips (probably the first type of smile you’ve had since you had entered in the complex). You roamed your hands up to his chest, now adjusting your body to softly brush your covered entrance with his, both of you moaning in harmony with you grinding against him.
Taehyung bucked his hips impatiently, his length rubbing your clit and earning an airy moan for you, a low chuckle coming from him. “You bad boy.” You moved harder against him, producing more sounds from the both of you.
“I…do not know what you’re talking about?” You let his hands travel under your shirt and touch the curves of your body up to your breasts, taking a sharp inhale as his hands played with your nipples under your bra. “I want to hear you moan more. I think it’s probably the most pleasing noise I’ve heard since you came here.”
You rolled your eyes, hands pulling down his shorts and pants in one go, throwing them somewhere in the room. You looked down at his erect penis, quite fascinated indeed, stroking it slowly as you looked him in the eyes. You started to get down from your drunken high just a little, more aware of Taehyung’s feelings of satisfaction and telling yourself that pushing him down on the couch earlier was no more than a bit of irritation and sexual frustration. After all, every time you saw him, other than being irritated, you did slightly feel a bit of want, a want for him for sure.
You glanced back at him, taking in another image of his face that was contorted into pleasure, and hands gripping into the couch. Feeling more confident, you lean over his length, sticking out your tongue and licking the tip it small licks. Another buck of his hips and you knew he was growing even more impatient, wanting you to stop teasing him and just take him whole. You obliged, taking him fully in your mouth and sucking hard, popping off of him quickly.
“More (Y/N), more~” You licked up his shaft and once again wrapped your lips around him, feeling a hand in your hair. You looked up at Taehyung, his eyes locking with yours and immediately turning away. “Don’t look at me when you’re doing something like to me. It’s embarrassing…”
“Well, if you want me to continue, you’ll HAVE to lock eyes with me, showing you that what it is I’m doing is what’s making you feel so good.”
Your tongue circles around his tip then down the shaft, feeling the precum on your hand, then taking another look at the brunette who’s been watching you as you instructed, his ears a little red from the embarrassment.
"You look embarrassed Taehyung.“ You tease, continuing your actions.
"Of course.” He breaths out quite heavily. “I’m doing this with my neighbor who I argue with. Do you think I thought this would happen? Well, I mean, truthfully, every time I opened my door to your banging I was teasing you just a little."
"Hm~ I see..." You stop your actions, making Taehyung whine under you. You climb back over to him, licking your lips and whispering in his ear. "Well, I'm going to have to tease you some more..."
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