the notebook | part 2;
pairing: richboy!taehyung x fem!reader
synopsis: two days after the heated encounter at taehyung’s house, you’ve been actively avoiding him at haneul academy. but kim taehyung has other plans.
when he corners you in the school restroom, the unbearable tension finally breaks. what starts as a charged confrontation quickly spirals into something far more dangerous and consuming.
you can run from him, but resisting proves impossible.
word count: 3.3k
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, oral sex (fem), unprotected penetrative sex, cream pie, public/semi-public sex, possessive and obsessive behaviour, stalking/monitoring, dirty talk, degradation, praise, mild dubcon elements, fingering, sexting
a/n: okay so i went a little crazy with this one hahaha it’s wayyyy filthier than part 1, i’m sorry but i’ve been horny. it’s also a lot shorter cause it’s basically all smut. taehyung is a lot more possessive and dark in this one which i love cause i have problems but let me know what you think!
it had been two whole days. two whole days since that last incident at taehyung’s house.
you still saw him everytime you closed your eyes. you still felt him — his face frowning, his lips attached to your neck, his moans sweet in your ears, his hands gripping at your waist, his cock pulsing inside you.
you shook your head. stop.
“you’re doing it again.” your friend said, tilting her head to look at you.
“what?” you asked confused.
“that look, like you’re not here.”
you weren’t.
“you’ve been doing it since you skipped class the other day.”
you held tight to the strap of your bag. “it’s nothing. i just haven’t been sleeping that well.” you lied, which seemed to be enough for her to let the subject go.
you both walked through the gates of hell — better known as haneul academy — making your way toward the huge white building. without thinking, your eyes scanned the courtyard, searching for him before you could stop yourself. for two entire days you had done everything possible to avoid him: changing routes between classes, leaving lectures early, skipping the ones you knew he attended, and turning corners the second you caught sight of him. you couldn’t risk being near him again. you knew yourself too well — you knew exactly what would happen if you were.
“he’s so hot.” your friend interrupted your thoughts.
you turned your head to look at her, then followed the direction of her gaze.
fuck.
a few yards away stood the usual group. jimin was laughing at something one of the guys had said, while jungkook lazily sucked on his cigarette, clearly amused as he watched two others argue. none of them were paying attention — except one. one single dark haired guy in the middle of all that chaos. kim taehyung.
your stomach immediately tightened. he stood slightly apart from the group, leaning against a concrete pillar, arms crossed over his chest. not talking, not laughing, just watching… you.
“should i go ask him for a cigarette?” you looked away first, and back at your friend.
you frowned. “you don’t even smoke.”
she looked at jungkook with awe, completely ignoring your words. you risked a quick glance back at taehyung — just long enough to see he was still staring right at you.
“let’s go.” you hurried, grabbing her arm and stepping away from the courtyard. you could still feel his eyes on your back as you walked away.
—
the lecture felt endless. not because the material was difficult, but because your concentration had abandoned you somewhere around the second slide and never returned. every time the professor called on someone, every time a chair scraped across the floor, every time a phone vibrated somewhere in the room, your attention snapped towards the sound before drifting right back to the same place it had been for the last two days. the laundry room.
by the time you finally raised your hand and asked to leave for the restroom, you felt like you were suffocating.
you stepped into the empty hallway, quiet and peaceful. you let a sigh leave your lips, your eyes flickering before making your way to the ladies’ restroom.
you placed your hands beneath the running water and stared at your reflection in the mirror, letting the cold water run over your fingers as you tried to gather your thoughts.
it lasted less than thirty seconds.
the door opened behind you, something tightening in your stomach before you even looked up. instinct. you met the reflection in the mirror and there he was, standing just inside the doorway. your breath stalled and for a second neither of you moved. then the door clicked shut behind him.
quickly you turned around. “what are you doing here?” you shot at him.
his expression didn’t change, steady and calm, but his eyes had something dark in them. he stayed silent for a moment.
“you’ve been avoiding me.” a murmur.
you blinked. “i haven’t.”
“you’ve switched hallways four times.”
you swallowed dry.
“you left campus through the east gate yesterday even though you live in the opposite direction.”
“how do you even know where i li—“
“you skipped professor han’s lecture.” he paused. “and you left the library twenty minutes after i walked in.” he tilted his head, examining your face.
none of those things should have been information he had.
“have you been following me?” you asked, slightly speechless.
his eyes narrowed slightly. “no.”
you laughed once, a humorless sound. “right.”
“you think i need to follow you?” the arrogance in his voice should have annoyed you, instead it made you nervous.
“then how do you know where i am all the time?”
for the first time, he hesitated, briefly, then he looked away, sighing while running his fingers through his hair.
“i have my ways.” he blinked back at you again.
“you’re a stalker,” you whispered. “i’m leaving.”
you walked straight toward him, trying to slip past and reach the door, but he was faster. his hand shot out, wrapping tightly around your arm and pinning you against the wall. his other hand slammed beside your face with a sharp thud that made you flinch.
“where are you going?” his eyes burned into yours.
“to class. to a place where you’re not." you spat back, trying to maintain a defiance you didn’t feel.
“stop running away.” he gritted his teeth, anger flashing in his eyes. he leaned down, lips hovering just above your ear. you shivered, heat rushing down your spine. “i know you want this,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous. “stop pretending like you don’t.”
“tae—“ you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as his lips brushed against your neck. “what happened shouldn’t have happened.” you forced your eyes open, his face inches from yours. the grip on your arm softened, but his gaze remained locked on you.
“why not?” he breathed, his eyes tracing the line of your jaw, then up to your lips, before returning to your eyes. “didn’t like it?” he licked his lips, a slow, deliberate action that made your stomach clench. “you’re gonna act like you haven’t been thinking about it?” his lips brushed against the skin of your neck, just enough to give you goosebumps. “every minute…” they placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss that elicited a whimper from your throat “…of every day.” you clenched your fists, fighting the desperate urge to reach for him. “bet you’re so fucking wet right now.” he trailed off, his tongue tracing a path from the bottom to the top of your neck, sending tremors through your body. you felt the undeniable heat pooling between your legs, your panties clinging uncomfortably to your skin.
suddenly, his hand moved from your arm to the front pocket of his own slacks. he reached inside, and your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pulled out a small, crumpled piece of fabric. it was your underwear, the lace trim familiar and damning. your face flushed red.
“remember these?” he asked, his voice laced with a wicked amusement. he held them up, the fabric a stark contrast against his skin. “left them at my place the other day. i’ve been keeping them safe.” he brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored the scent. “been… using them,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, making you shudder. “every time i think about you.” he looked back at you, his pupils dilated, a primal hunger burning in their depths. he brought the underwear to his lips and pressed a kiss against the fabric, his gaze never leaving yours. “and you,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, “you still smell so fucking good.” he didn’t need to touch you. the mere sight of him holding your intimate garment, the raw confession of his prolonged torment, was enough to make you squirm, your body betraying you with every throb of pleasure.
his eyes darkened even further, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched you squirm against the wall, your heart hammering so hard you could barely breathe.
“i can smell you from right here, baby,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “that sweet little cunt is dripping for me already, isn’t it?” he leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear. “i’ve waited two fucking days to taste you. i’m not waiting anymore.”
your stomach flipped violently, heat flooding your entire body as your pussy clenched hard around nothing. you were soaked, aching, and the way he looked at you made your legs tremble.
before you could respond, taehyung dropped to his knees in front of you. his large hands slid up your thighs, roughly pushing the pleated uniform skirt up to your waist, bunching the fabric around your hips. the cool air hit your drenched panties and you shivered, embarrassment and arousal mixing dangerously inside you.
he stared at the obvious wet patch darkening the lace, eyes hungry.
“fuck… look at you.” he leaned forward and pressed his mouth right against your covered pussy, kissing the soaked fabric hard. a broken whimper tore from your throat as his hot breath and firm lips teased your throbbing clit through the thin material. your knees nearly gave out.
“i knew it,” he groaned against you, the vibration making your clit pulse desperately. “i knew you were this fucking wet.” he dragged his tongue slowly up the length of your slit over the panties, tasting your arousal through the lace. “soaking right through them for me.”
your head fell back against the wall, breath coming in short, shaky gasps. every slow lick made you throb harder, made more slick leak out of you. you were losing your mind, hips twitching forward involuntarily, desperate for more.
he played with you like that for torturous minutes — sucking on the fabric, licking long, firm stripes over your swollen clit, pressing the flat of his tongue hard against you while his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you spread open for him. every time you tried to roll your hips for more friction, he pulled back just enough to keep you on edge, teasing you mercilessly until you were whimpering pathetically.
“ta-taehyung… please—” you gasped, fingers threading tightly into his dark hair, tugging desperately.
he finally hooked two fingers into the crotch of your ruined panties and yanked them roughly to the side, exposing your glistening, swollen pussy completely.
“such a pretty fucking pussy,” he growled, before diving in.
taehyung buried his face between your thighs with zero hesitation. his thick, hot tongue dragged flat from your dripping hole all the way up to your throbbing clit, lapping up every drop of your slick like a man starved. he moaned loudly into your cunt, the deep sound vibrating through your core and making your eyes roll back.
your mind went blank. the pleasure was overwhelming, almost too much. your thighs shook as he sucked your clit into his hot mouth, tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves while two long fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids. you cried out, gripping his hair tighter, barely able to stay standing as he fucked you with his fingers and devoured your pussy at the same time.
he ate you like he was addicted — messy, loud, and completely shameless. wet, obscene slurping and sucking sounds filled the restroom as he licked and sucked, his nose pressed against your mound while his tongue worked relentlessly over your swollen clit. he pulled back for just a second, strings of your arousal connecting his shiny lips to your cunt, before spitting on your clit and diving back in even harder.
“god, you taste so fucking good,” he groaned against your folds, voice muffled and filthy. “better than i imagined. i could eat this pussy for hours.” his fingers pumped faster, curling and scissoring inside your tight, dripping heat while his lips wrapped around your clit again, sucking hard.
you were a complete mess — moaning brokenly, hips grinding against his face, thighs trembling violently around his head. the coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter with every filthy stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers. you could feel yourself dripping down his chin, could hear how wet you were with every loud slurp, and the sheer intensity of it all had you right on the edge, seconds away from falling apart.
your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your whole body seized up, thighs clamping around his head as you came hard on his tongue, waves of blinding pleasure crashing through you. a strangled cry escaped your lips before you could stop it, your pussy pulsing and gushing around his fingers while he kept licking and sucking, dragging out every last second of your release until you were shaking and whimpering.
the bell rang loudly through the hallway, sharp and sudden.
your eyes flew open in panic. “shit— taehyung—” you gasped, still trembling from your orgasm, legs weak.
but he was already moving. he stood up fast, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with hunger. before you could protest, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the nearest stall, slamming the door shut and locking it just as voices started echoing down the hallway.
he pinned you against the cold tiled wall instantly, one hand clamping tightly over your mouth. “shh,” he breathed against your ear, already yanking your panties down your thighs. “you’re gonna take my cock like a good girl and stay quiet.”
you barely had time to process before he freed his hard, throbbing cock and pushed inside you in one deep thrust, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he gripped your thigh firmly, holding you up against the wall as he sank even deeper. your eyes rolled back, a muffled moan vibrating against his palm as he stretched you open. he was so thick, so deep, and you were still fluttering from your orgasm, making everything feel impossibly intense.
“fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned quietly, starting to fuck you hard. his hips snapped against yours with deep, punishing strokes, the wet sound of your pussy taking his cock echoing obscenely in the small stall.
students started pouring into the restroom. chatter, laughter, running water — all of it just inches away from where taehyung was fucking you senseless against the wall.
you struggled, biting down hard on your lip, trying desperately not to moan. but every brutal thrust made it harder. a broken whimper slipped out against his hand. then another.
taehyung smirked, clearly amused. “can’t control yourself on my cock, huh?” he whispered, voice low and teasing as he pounded into you even harder, grinding deep. “so fucking pathetic… moaning while everyone’s right there.”
your eyes watered from the effort of staying quiet. every time his cock dragged against that perfect spot inside you, another muffled whimper or moan escaped. he loved it — you could tell by the way his cock twitched inside you and the dark chuckle against your ear.
he fucked you relentlessly, hips snapping fast and deep, one hand still covering your mouth while the other gripped your thigh, holding you open for him. the risk, the voices outside, the way he was ruining you — it was all too much.
your second orgasm crashed into you without warning. your pussy clenched hard around his cock, spasming and milking him as pleasure ripped through your body. you cried out against his palm, the sound barely contained.
“fuck— that’s it,” taehyung groaned, voice strained. a few more brutal thrusts and he buried himself deep, cumming hard inside you with a low, shaky moan. you felt every pulse, every hot spurt filling you up as he rode out his release, hips jerking against yours.
you both stayed pressed together, breathing heavily. the loud bell rang again. slowly, the voices outside started to fade as students left the restroom. taehyung finally pulled his hand from your mouth, but he didn’t pull out. instead, he stayed buried inside you, softening slightly while keeping his cum plugged deep in your cunt.
“taehyung… we have to go,” you whispered shakily, cheeks burning with humiliation and leftover pleasure.
he smirked, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck. “not yet.” he slowly pulled out, but before you could even think about reaching for your panties, he pushed two fingers back into your sensitive hole, scooping his cum deeper inside you. “you’re gonna keep every drop of my cum inside this pretty pussy, understand?”
your eyes widened. “what? no— i can’t—”
“you can and you will,” he said firmly, voice low and commanding as he pulled your panties back up, pressing the fabric tight against your leaking cunt. “no cleaning up, no fixing yourself. i want you walking around this school with my cum dripping into your panties, feeling me with every step. so maybe that way you won’t think about running from me again.” he leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “and if you’re good… maybe i’ll fuck you again after classes.”
your face burned with embarrassment, but a fresh wave of arousal twisted in your stomach. you could already feel his warm cum slowly leaking out of you, soaking into the lace as he smoothed your skirt back down.
he unlocked the stall door, checking quickly before pulling you out with him. the hallway was starting to empty again. you walked beside him on shaky legs, hyper-aware of the slick, messy feeling between your thighs with every single step. your cheeks were flushed, heart racing, terrified someone would notice the way you were walking or the faint wet sound you swore you could hear.
taehyung glanced at you with dark satisfaction, a smug little smirk on his lips as he watched you try to act normal.
“good girl,” he murmured under his breath. “now go to class… and don’t you dare let it drip down your legs.”
—
the rest of the day passed in a hazy blur. every step you took made you painfully aware of the mess between your thighs — taehyung’s cum slowly leaking out of you, soaking into your ruined panties with every movement. you kept your thighs pressed together as you sat through lectures, face burning whenever you felt another warm trickle slip out. you didn’t dare go to the bathroom to clean up. his words kept echoing in your head: keep every drop inside you.
when the final bell rang, you found yourself taking the long way through the courtyard and lingering near the gates longer than necessary, eyes subtly scanning the usual spots. but he wasn’t there. not leaning against his usual pillar, not surrounded by the others. the disappointment that settled in your chest annoyed you more than you wanted to admit.
you walked home on unsteady legs, hyper-aware of the mess still trapped against your skin.
the second you stepped into your room and closed the door behind you, your phone buzzed on the desk. an unknown number.
unknown: sorry i disappeared, something came up. been thinking about you the whole fucking day tho
you stared at the screen, heart racing. how the hell did he get your number?
another message followed immediately.
unknown: be a good girl and send me a picture of your panties. show me how soaked they are with my cum. i want to see what a mess i left inside that pretty pussy.
you bit your lip, thighs clenching at his words. even when he wasn’t there, he still had you completely under his control.
your hands trembled slightly as you slipped your skirt up and took the photo, the white lace ruined and soaked with his cum. you sent it before you could overthink it.
his reply came faster than you expected.
unknown: fuck… look at that. such a messy little thing for me. that’s a good girl.
you bit your lip, pulse racing as another text appeared right after.
unknown: be ready for me tomorrow. i’m nowhere near done with you yet.
you let out a shaky breath, thighs pressing together as heat flooded your body all over again.
he had you completely.













