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You put the first load in, humming under your breath as you do so, and you get to work tidying up the rest of the house.

The sky is a bright blue with wispy clouds, and you’d love nothing more than to throw open the windows, but heat warnings had been plaguing the city for the last week, and you figured staying inside was the best option.

Grabbing your cleaning supplies, you moved from room to room, dusting and tidying as you went, picking up objects and making sure they went back where they belonged, all the while you padded around on bare feet with Namjoon’s extra-large shirt hanging off your frame.

Once the washer beeped, you rested your broom against a wall and padded over to the laundry room.

You flicked on the light and opened the washer door as you shook out the clothes before putting them in the dryer.

Just as you got to the bottom of the drum, you heard the front door open.

“Hey Joonie!” You called out as you stood up on your tiptoes to stick your head in the washer to get those pesky socks that seemed to stick to the bottom.

That was how Namjoon found you.

Hair wild, face half buried in the washer, miles of skin on display as his shirt provided a lewd sort of dress that kept revealing more of you to his hungry eyes as you reached deeper.

Namjoon swallowed hard as your calf muscles flexed, pushing you deeper into the washer and making his shirt ride up even higher on your body.

Namjoon couldn’t look away.

The shirt rode up enough where he could just start to see the swell of your ass as you extended your arm, hiking the material up and making his cock stir in his pants.

You were a vision.

You were enticing.

Namjoon felt all the blood leave his brain as he watched you work.

He dropped his bag and cleared his throat, finally snagging your attention.

“Hey, baby!” You said, happily holding some socks as you threw them in the dryer and closed the door.

He once again swallowed hard as his shirt skimmed your upper thighs, and seeing you wearing his clothes and nothing else turned him on in a way that all the logic left his brain.

“What are you w-wearing?” He choked out as his eyes roved from your pert nipples to your stomach and finally settled on the apex of your thighs.

You crossed one leg over the other almost bashfully, and Namjoon nearly growled.

He didn’t want you to be shy around him.

“I…sorry, Joonie, I’ve been meaning to do laundry, and I guess it got away from me. I borrowed one of your shirts,” You said, pulling at the hem as Namjoon stalks towards you, eyes flashing and teeth biting into his plush lower lip.

“Don’t you dare hide from me.” He demands, as he grabs your hands and pulls them so they are no longer tugging on the hem of his shirt.

“I just-I didn’t have any clean shorts and your pants would never fit, so I…” Your voice trailed off as you stood there.

Eyes wide.

Innocent.

As if you didn’t do this on purpose to drive him crazy.

And maybe you didn’t

But at this point, Namjoon didn’t give a fuck.

“I come home from a long day, and here you are, doing laundry, wearing my clothes that hardly cover your ass. Fuck... you drive me wild.” He nearly moans as his hands grab your hips and roughly shoves you into the washer.

You wince as the cold metal comes in contact with your back, and Namjoon grins as he cages you in.

His tall frame towers over you, and you can’t help but feel small under the heat of his heated stare.

You can’t help the groan that slips out when he places both hands on either side of your body.

He doesn’t say a word; instead, he presses his front into yours and lets you feel how turned on he is, which makes your head swim as you struggle to process what is happening.

One minute you are reaching the bottom of the washer to grab stray socks, and the next you are caged in by your impossibly hot husband as he stares at you like he wants to swallow you whole.

“Up on the washer.”

His voice is rough and makes you shiver as his lips tease the shell of your ear, causing you to buck your hips into his aching length.

“I-uh? What?” You stammer.

“I said. Up on the washer. Now. Or I’ll throw you up there myself.” He growls as you scramble to do as he says, and you wince as the cold metal of the washer comes in contact with your bare thighs.

“Fuck. You’re a vision.” He complements, as his hand adjusts his glasses before finding a resting spot on your bare thighs, and he takes his sweet time spreading you open for him.

“And nothing underneath? No underwear? No thong? My little minx you wanted me to come home to this, didn’t you?” He purrs as his thumbs run up and down your legs, and you can feel arousal pool in your stomach as you try not to fidget under his searing gaze.

“I-I didn’t. I don’t know.” You manage to respond, as with each swipe of his thumb along your skin, he gets higher and closer to where you are dripping for him.

He ducks down to nibble at your jaw, and you tilt your head back to give him access as you part your legs, allowing his large frame to fit perfectly between them.

His cock is jutting out from the thin material of his shorts, and you shamelessly grind against it as Namjoon sucks on the sensitive skin under your ear.

“My perfect girl. Bet you’re already dripping for me, huh?” He coos as his hands come to the hem of the shirt and he hikes it higher so your lower half is completely bare, and his extra-large shirt pools around your hips.

You are squirming at this point as you feel your pussy aching to be filled with his long, thick cock.

Namjoon finally parts your legs wide and uses his pointer finger to drag up your wet folds, causing you to arch your back and a broken moan to leave your lips.

“Soaked. Fucking knew it.” He chuckled darkly as one finger began to draw slow, teasing circles on your clit as if he had all the time in the world.

You cry out his name and use your legs that are wrapped around his waist to try and pull him closer.

Namjoon’s having none of that as he delivers a light smack to your upper thigh, causing you to gasp.

“I come home and see you dressed like this? You’re not in control here, pretty girl. I am.”

His eyes are narrowed, his cheeks are red with excitement, and you can do nothing but nod as he takes his time gathering your wetness and rubbing slow circles against your clit.

The air is punched from your lungs when he slowly circles your opening and slips a finger inside with ease.

“There’s my girl. Open up for me now. I have to get you prepped for my cock.” He praises as his eyebrows furrow in concentration.

He works the digit in and out of your body, curling it just right and soaking in your moans and whines as he brings you close to the edge with each push of his finger inside your heat.

Namjoon slips another finger in, and you feel yourself clench down on the digits.

He uses his other hand to rub up and down your thighs before he coats the fingers that aren’t buried inside you in your arousal, before once again circling your clit.

This time, there is no soft teasing; he gives you tight, fast circles that make you see stars, and you bow forward, gripping onto his broad shoulders as you bury your face into his neck and cry out his name.

“Take it. Take it like a good girl and cum on my fingers. You want to walk around wearing only my clothes, then take it.” He growls as the callouses of his fingerprints drag against your front wall.

Namjoon’s fingers pound into you, the circles on your clit are only getting faster and more brutal, and with a whine, you lose it as you cum hard.

The wail you let out is borderline banshee as you ride out your high, grinding your hips down to meet his fingers and letting your body light up from the inside out as Namjoon works you through the shockwaves of your orgasm.

Once you come to, your head is fuzzy, and your eyes open in time to see Namjoon slip his fingers out and hold them up to you.

They are stained with strings of milky wetness, and you swallow hard when Namjoon grins devilishly before popping his digits into his mouth to clean them.

“H-holy shit.” You groan as you watch his eyes flutter closed at your taste.

Namjoon laps them up eagerly, and when his eyes finally open again, his pupils are blown wide with need.

“I can’t. I need to…fuck.” He groans as he kneels down and forcibly pulls your legs apart, making you gasp.

“Joon I just. I need a minute…I-” You cry out.

He rips off his glasses and throws them on a pile of discarded towels as he feverishly kisses your thighs before burying his face in your warm, wet heat without any warning.

You moan and writhe, but Namjoon’s hands come to hold you down as he ravishes you.

The heat of his tongue against your sensitive folds makes your eyes roll back as you dig your hands into the sides of the washer, trying to hold yourself steady.

Namjoon’s skilled tongue dances across your folds as his nose bumps and grinds against your clit in a way that makes your legs shake and your heart race under his shirt.

Every time you squirm from the overstimulation, his nails dig into your thighs harder, holding you in place.

You are powerless to stop him as you arch your back and feel him groan against your pussy.

He’s carnal in the way he eats you out. His back muscles ripple under his shirt as he holds your legs as wide as they will possibly go to give him more access to the wetness smeared between your thighs.

Your high is building fast, and you struggle against him as it’s on the cusp of being too much.

Namjoon uses those soft plush lips of his to suckle your clit, and one of your hands leaves the washer in favour of tangling into his soft hair.

You look down in time to see his sharp gaze piercing yours as his eyes are blown wide with lust, and you lose it and orgasm hard against his face.

Waves of pleasure wash over you, and you can’t even scream as you screw your eyes shut and ride out your high, grinding your pussy against his face as he laps it all up.

It seems to take forever for you to come down, and when you do, you are struggling to catch your breath as Namjoon stands up and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt.

“Namjoon I…seriously, what the hell was that?!” You croak as you fan your face with your hand and watch as he pulls his shirt over his head.

“Jesus Christ.” You groan as you eye his strong chest and taut stomach with the happy trail leading down to where his cock is pulsing against the material of his shorts.

“Me? Look at you? I come home to see you wearing that, and you expect me to be a gentleman?” He teases as his hand strokes his cock through his pants.

“I- I don’t know.” You half laugh, feeling delirious from both orgasms so close together.

“I need to be inside you now. Holy shit.” He whines, as he swiftly pulls his pants and boxers down in one go and steps out of them so he is gloriously naked.

His chest is slightly flushed red, and his cock is standing hard and wet as he gives himself a couple of strokes.

“Now?! We can’t go to the bedroom?” You ask in disbelief as he kicks his clothing to the side and once again parts your legs so he can stand between them.

“Can’t wait. Need you now. Nearly blew my load when you came on my face. You’re so sexy, holy fuck.” He admits as he softly squeezes his length before positioning it at your entrance.

He teases his bulbous cockhead against your soaked folds, drenching the head of his cock in your orgasm.

He stares at you for silent permission, and you nod before he slides himself in.

No matter how much Namjoon preps you, the first breach is always painful as his cock is long and impossibly thick.

He slowly inches himself in until he is completely sheathed, and you scootch yourself so you are right on the edge, giving him more room to thrust inside of you.

“Fuck, even after two orgasms, you’re tight. Open up for me, baby. Come on now.” He grits out as he buries his face in your shoulder, and you stroke his hair.

“You’re just too big, Joonie. My big boy who can only think with his big cock.” You praise as you feel him twitch deep inside, and he groans against you.

Namjoon slowly thrusts his hips, and when you moan, he takes it as a good sign and drags your body so you are balancing precariously on the edge as he pounds into you with force.

With every thrust, his cock drags against your sensitive walls, and he fills you in a way that has broken moans spilling from your mouth as you take what he has to give.

Your slick is smeared between your thighs as Namjoon towers over you and pounds into you with low grunts spilling from his lips.

Namjoon fucks like an animal, with his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he takes you right there on the washing machine in the middle of the afternoon.

Sweat is dripping from his brow, and he keeps closing his eyes and grinding his teeth as his cock drills into you, making you nearly vibrate on top of the washing machine.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He grits out.

You are a mess as he works his cock into you, and your hands leave the washer to hold onto his shoulders for support as you cry out his name.

In a desperate attempt to get his big cock deeper you curl your legs around his middle and lock him in place as he smirks knowingly.

“Knew you liked it when I’m buried deep inside you. My baby is such a slut for big cock.”

You cry out at his words and nearly bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

His arms flex to hold him up, bicep muscles straining as you grind down to meet his messy thrusts, trying to push yourself as close as possible to his big body.

He begins to pepper hot kisses to your skin as the pleasure builds to a peak, and you feel your body begin to seize up as another orgasm is on the horizon.

The only sounds are grunts and moans as Namjoon pulls all the way out to make you cry, then shoves his cock back in with force.

Your arousal is smeared between your legs and on his stomach, and Namjoon looks down in time to see it dripping off his cock, which makes him grunt out your name.

“Right there. Fuck Joon. Don’t stop.” You beg as your sharp fingernails dig into his shoulders.

Namjoon can feel you getting close, so he uses one hand to dip down between your thighs to rub at your oversensitive clit.

You nearly bend yourself in half and cry out his name as he touches you in the way that makes you see stars.

“Joon. Gonna-”

“I know baby me too.”

With one final wail of his name, your pussy clamps down, and you spasm as you cum hard around him.

Spots dance in your vision, and your entire body tingles as you feel Namjoon’s hips start to falter and he fills you up with shot after shot of his warm cum.

He’s saying something.

You’re almost sure of it.

But you can’t make out what it was over the blood pounding in your ears as you slump forward against his chest.

Your body feels wobbly as he pulls his spent cock from you, and you let out a wince when you feel the mess between your thighs.

“I…don’t even have words for that holy shit Namjoon.” You sigh as you nearly slip from the top of the washer, but his strong arms are there to catch you.

“Yeah. Me too.” He says as he presses a soft kiss to your head before scooping you up and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

“You’re an animal, you know that?” You tease as you snuggle your face into his chest.

“Yeah, but you love it.”

He grins, flashing his dimples as he answers.

“Yeah. I do.” You respond.

Her front door opens, and she wraps you in a hug that makes you smile against her soft hair.

“Come in! Hoseokie just left, so it’s just us. I’m prepping the cookie dough.” She motions for you to take off your coat and shoes and follow her to the kitchen, where the oven is already preheating.

The emergency cookie dough has already been shaped into balls and placed on a baking sheet.

The other thing about Mira is that no matter what, she always has cookie dough in case of an emergency.

She really is a great friend.

“So tell me what happened.” She says, leaning against the counter with a worried look on her face.

“Well, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?” You ask, sliding onto her barstool at her large kitchen island and letting out a long-winded sigh.

“Wherever you want to start.” She says softly.

You can’t help but smile. God, you love her so much.

“Well, the good news is my book is number ten on trending. It’s popular on websites I have never even heard of!” You feel a sense of pride bloom in your chest.

You still couldn’t believe you were a published author, and people took the time out of their day to read your stuff. It blew your mind.

“That’s amazing!” Mira exclaims, nearly vibrating with excitement.

“Yeah, my publisher called about two hours ago and told me! It’s great news, and I’m really happy, but….” Your voice trailed off as you began to bite your lip anxiously.

“They want me to write a sequel to the first book.” You say, shifting in your chair as you feel the ball of dread in your stomach grow.

Mira’s eyes widen, and she shoots you a beaming smile.

“This is good news! That’s so exciting! Wait, what is it going to be about? In the end, the couple got together and lived happily ever after.” She asks as the oven timer dings, and she bustles around the kitchen putting the cookies in the oven.

“It seems the fans have fallen for Ryder and Sabrina.” You say, slightly blushing.

Ryder and Sabrina were two of the most fun characters you had ever written. They were the classic happy sunshine boy and grumpy moody girl tropes that everyone seemed to love. She pretended to hate him, and he always blatantly flirted with her.

Even though you loved the main story a lot, the dynamic between these two characters was always more fun to write, the bickering, the teasing, and the putting their differences aside to team up together to get the main couple to finally admit their feelings.

“Oh, those two were hot,” Mira says as she shuts the oven door and spins around, winking at you.

You blushed and waved your hand at her.

After the book was published, Mira was one of the first ones to finish it. She admitted to staying up all night and reading it despite Hoseok telling her multiple times to just go to bed.

After she finished, she wrote you a one-page letter praising the book over and over, going over the parts she loved, the parts that made her scream, and writing the best review you could ever ask for.

Something she did point out though, is the glaring similarities between Ryder and Sabrina and the two other people who seem to be at each other’s throats and like to tease and bicker.

You waved her off, saying that it meant nothing, and you most definitely didn’t accidentally make Taehyung a character in your book because that would be insane.

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun with them, and I am excited to write them again, but there is a big glaring problem.” You explain.

“My team said the first book was wonderful and got great reviews. Some fans reviewed it and said they wished I didn’t… gloss over some of the… sexier parts.” You grimaced.

“For part two… For Ryder and Sabrina, they want—and the fans want—it to be more…mature.”

Mira’s eyes widen.

“You are a mature writer, though. You’re an adult. This isn’t a kid's story.” She says slowly, and you shake your head.

“What I mean is my editor wants me to add some spice. Some smut, if you will.”

Mira’s jaw drops.

“Basically, because there is so much built-up chemistry between Ryder and Sabrina, she wants me to make this book…hotter. Like a full-on sex scene hotter, and I am freaking the hell out because how am I, of all people, supposed to write that!?” You fret, once again biting at your lip and staring at your friend with panic all over your face.

“Your editor wants you to write smut? Why?” Mira asks slowly, taking off her apron and hanging it up.

“I don’t know!? I guess it’s all the rage now, and it’s what the people want. Women don’t want to watch porn; they want to read porn, and my editor thinks it will make sense for this book. I was able to get away with it in the first one! It was a cute story, but now she wants something more, and I don’t know if I can deliver that!?” You are full-blown panicking now, chest heaving and anxiety gripping your insides.

Mira slowly took your hand and guided you over to the couch; you sank into the cushions and let out a weary sigh, covering your face with your hands.

“I can’t write something like that? My sex life is a joke. I don’t have the experience for that.” You say, voice rising with the anxiety that is gripping you tightly.

“It’s okay; let’s take it slow and figure this out together.” Mira soothes as you crack open an eye to stare at her.

“Have you tried getting experience from other things? Like watching porn or reading porn.” She asks calmly as you position your body so you are both sitting cross-legged across from each other.

“Yes. Believe me, I’ve read porn, I’ve read fan fiction, and I’ve watched porn. I just feel like I’m lost in a big sea without a raft. My sexual experience was nothing like that, and I don’t know how to write a good experience, let alone a sexy one.”

“And it’s…also. You know. Embarrassing. I’m twenty-seven, and I’ve only made out with a couple of people and had one real boyfriend that turned out to be a big disaster, and now I’m here trying to study porn so I can know what it’s supposed to feel like so I can write it into my book."

You never were one to compare yourself to others until you got older. Then, you watched as everyone seemed to fall into these easy relationships and find the loves of their lives.

Even Mira just happened to be in the right place at the right time when she found Hoseok. You thought you found it when you first met your ex-boyfriend Simon, but it turned out to be all smoke and mirrors as the relationship seemed to disintegrate right in front of your eyes. You tried to keep hold of it, to work on things, to fix it, but by the time he was finished with you, the damage had been done.

"What about finding someone to have sex with? Like real-world experience?” Mira asks, snapping you from your thoughts as your eyes meet hers.

“Like a sex teacher?” You asked, wrinkling your nose

“Why not?” Mira giggles

“I would. I really would, but after Simon…after what happened…I can’t have a casual fling with someone I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to drag some stranger into this mess.” You say running your hands down your body to show you are a mess.

“Okay, firstly, you are not a mess. You just had a very bad boyfriend who deserves to be punched in his face.”

You giggle.

“Second. You do know whoever ends up with you is going to be the luckiest person on the planet. That’s the thing about love: that person is going to overlook your flaws and any baggage you may carry because they love you. Look at Hoseok and me.” She insisted.

It was very true. Mira dated a guy throughout high school, and right before graduation, he said he didn’t want to do long distance and broke her heart. You were there when Mira made the declaration that she was never going to love anyone again, but then Hoseok showed up. He was kind and patient and was willing to be friends with Mira first and take things slow until she was ready. And now they were engaged.

“I know, but I’m not looking for love. I’m looking for someone I know. Someone willing to let me do this sex thing at my own pace. To be okay that I might have…issues.” You say as the timer for the oven goes off, and Mira pats your hand before standing up to take the cookies from the oven.

You watch as she shoves on her hot pink oven mitts, a gift from Hoseok, before taking them out and letting them cool.

She stands there for a moment before looking back at you with a mischievous smile on her face, before she scoops up her phone and sends a text, fingertips flying over the screen.

“Who ya texting?” You tease as she comes to sit down next to you again.

“Just Hoseok. Wanted to make sure he got there safe.” She replies casually as she pockets her phone.

“So you would be willing to have sex with someone you aren’t dating?” Mira asks you honestly.

“I mean yeah. But it can’t be some random person from an app or some stranger. I’d only be okay with it if it were someone I know. Someone who has experience. Who I could guarantee that they would be good and willing to help me out. I don’t want to waste my time wading through guys who think they know what to do with their dick.” You explain, as Mira throws her head back and laughs.

Mira’s phone dings, and she eagerly takes her phone from her pocket. She reads the screen with a triumphant look on her face before pocketing it again.

“What are you smiling about?” You can’t help but ask.

“What if I told you I had an idea to solve this problem? What if I also told you, before you shut it down, you have to hear me out?” She says, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I mean…okay?” You say timidly.

“Kim Taehyung is always down to fuck. He doesn’t have a fuck buddy anymore since that scene in your café.” She hints.

You stare at her in shock.

Your heart is pounding in your chest.

“Mira, this is a joke, right? No way in hell am I going to let Kim Taehyung be my sex teacher. You can’t be serious!” You whine.

“Hoseok told me he hasn’t been with anyone since. You said you wanted it to be someone you know, someone who would understand. He went to school with you; he knows what being a writer is like and knows what he’s doing with his dick… I mean, we both have heard the rumours.” She says with a wink that makes heat rise to your face as you feel your stomach swoop.

“Absolutely not. No freaking way.” You argue, crossing your arms over your chest.

Mira just smiles.

“Come on. Kim Taehyung is perfect!”

“No, he’s not.”

“Yes, he is, but you are too stubborn to see it. I mean, he’s practically your male lead in the book anyway.” She teases, standing up to scoop some cookies onto a plate.

“No, he is not!” You argue back.

She hands you a cookie, but you decline for now. Your stomach is too tangled in knots to eat.

“What’s wrong with Taehyung then?” She asks.

You stare at her unblinking.

“Everything.”

“More specific, please.” She almost sings.

“He’s arrogant.”

“Not really; he kind of grew out of that.”

“He thinks he’s hot shit.”

“He is hot. Come on, even you can admit that man is fine.”

“He’s cocky.”

Mira giggles.

“Isn’t that what you're looking for?”

You reach around to toss a pillow at her head, and she dissolves in a fit of laughter.

“Come on! He’s someone you know! Someone you can learn to trust. He obviously knows what he’s doing with his dick. He’s perfect!” Mira gushes as you shoot her a dark look.

“Is this how low I’ve fallen? Setting me up with Kim Taehyung. I think I’m going to be sick.” You moan, clutching your stomach and rolling your eyes back.

“Oh, so dramatic. You know how many women would kill to get on Taehyung’s dick?” She teases as you hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment.

“Then let them have him! I certainly do not want anything to do with him or his dick.” You cried as Mira giggled alongside you, and you finally pulled your hands from your face.

“You don’t have to go for it. Just promise me you will at least think about it. Sure, he’s fuckboy Taehyung and hasn’t exactly grown up yet, but he cares about you. I know he does. Hoseok told me he borrowed your book from Jimin and Jungkook just so he could read it.” She explains as you finally reach for a cookie and bite into it.

“Wow. That’s. Wow.” You say as you take it in.

You never thought Taehyung would actually be interested in your book, let alone ask his friends to borrow it.

“And you did say the conversation you had at the café after that girl stormed out was nice.” Mira points out as you shoot her a pointed look from across the couch.

“It sounds like you are trying to set me up with him.” You say with a quirk of your eyebrow.

“Yes, I am. I’ve always thought you both would be perfect for each other. You don’t fall for his charismatic shit. He literally stopped calling himself Captain Taehyung when you pointed out that it made him sound like a big-headed douche. You have power over him.” Mira says, reaching for cookie number two with a grin.

“I don’t have any power over him, and I don’t want any power over him. He’s still infuriating, you know.” You say as you finish your cookie and stare outside at the sun setting, painting the living room with soft pinks and rich orange hues.

“Infuriating, sure, but I still think he’s the perfect man for the job. Just think about it, okay? That’s all I ask is that you keep an open mind.” Mira asks, patting your knee and offering to order you both some dinner.

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Taehyung was sitting at the bar, wishing he were anywhere else.

Hoseok sent a text in the group chat saying Mira needed the house for a girl’s night, so he was going to hit the bar if anyone wanted to come.

Taehyung jumped at the chance, as it had been a while since he had gone out, but now he was regretting it immensely and wished he had just stayed home.

It was a Friday night, and while the bar was full of people mingling about, chatting it up, and buying each other drinks, Taehyung felt like he was watching from the outside, a million miles away.

A hand on his arm shook him from his thoughts as he turned to see Jimin’s smiling face.

“What’s up?” He asked as his best friend looped an arm around his shoulders and took Hoseok’s vacated seat next to him.

“What’s up with you? You look sad…and moody. What’s going on, Taetae?” Jimin asked, and Taehyung slowly smiled.

Jimin always had the uncanny habit of knowing when something was wrong with Taehyung, even when he didn’t know what was wrong himself.

“I’m okay, just been a long week, and I guess I’m not feeling it tonight.” He sighs as his fingers play with the beer bottle in front of him. It tastes bitter and warm, and he scowls when he pulls it from his lips.

“You? Not feeling it?” Jimin jokes as he places a small hand against Taehyung’s forehead to check his temperature.

“Are you sick? Injured. This place is crawling with women who have been eye-fucking you since we got here, and you aren’t feeling it?”

Taehyung looks around to see if Jimin is right.

Several women are looking his way with appreciative smiles on their faces, and Taehyung knew he could have the pick of any of them, but he just wasn’t in the mood.

Ever since Sydney caused the scene a month ago, he has just been doing his own thing. He didn’t even want to have sex with someone at this point because it just seemed like too much work, and the girls he chose didn’t know the first thing about staying detached.

“Nah, I’m good, Jiminie. Just in a funk. I’ll snap out of it.” He says as Hoseok and Jungkook return to the table with Jin and Yoongi in tow.

Seokjin and Yoongi were some of Hoseok’s coworkers who also agreed to come out tonight. Taehyung liked them; they were good guys.

He especially liked Yoongi, who pushed a cold beer in front of Taehyung and swapped out his lukewarm one with ease.

“Guys, I think Taehyungie is sick.” Jimin frets as Jungkook wraps an arm around his boyfriend and presses a kiss to his cheek, which makes Jimin giggle.

“What happened? We were gone for like ten minutes max.” Hoseok exclaims, looking over at Taehyung, who took a sip of his cold beer and kept his head down.

“He doesn’t want to take anyone home tonight. He said he’s not feeling it.” Jimin blurted as everyone at the table’s eyebrows shot up, and Taehyung groaned.

“I’m fine. Jiminie is being dramatic. I’m just not feeling it right now. I don’t want anyone. That’s not a crime.” Taehyung defended himself, shooting Jimin a look.

“Not a crime but odd for you.” Jin said.

“Wait, I thought you were with some chick? Australia or whatever?” Yoongi asked as a couple of people started to move tables to make a dance floor.

“She got too clingy; I let her go.” He explains, not bothering to look at anyone, and instead just focusing on the people dancing.

“You mean she caused a scene and walked out on you?” Jungkook offered with a shy grin that made Taehyung shoot him the finger.

Which only made him laugh.

“Wow, is this the first time in history Tae wasn’t the dumper but the dumped? Maybe that’s why you are in a funk,” Jin offers as some pretty girl comes up and asks him to dance.

He winks at the others before disappearing into the crowd with his drink held high and the girl leading the way.

“Wait, were you falling for her, Taehyung? Is that why you are so upset?” Jimin asks, and Taehyung shakes his head.

“No, Jimin. I do not fall for my hookups. That’s like hookup rule number one,” he snaps, feeling irritated.

“Wait, so you don’t have a hookup at all?” Hoseok asks as Taehyung turns to face his friend.

“No, Hoseok, I do not.” He snaps, feeling like his clothes are all wrong and way too tight and that he is being scrutinized under a microscope by his friends.

“Okay, don’t bite my head off. Mira just wanted to know, that’s all.” He says, typing a message back as Taehyung’s eyebrows lift.

“Your fiancé wants to know if Taehyung is fucking anyone right now? That’s a little weird, you know.” Yoongi points out with a cocked eyebrow.

“She’s having a girls’ night with her friend, and I don’t know. I don’t ask what they talk about; I just answer. Sometimes it’s better not to know.” Hoseok defends as Taehyung’s ears perk up.

Some friend always meant you.

Were you asking if he was hooking up?

Were you…interested?

There was no freaking way, right?

Taehyung decided he had enough of tonight and slowly slid off his barstool, throwing money on the table and eyeing the nearest exit.

“Listen, I’m going to head out. I’m just really not feeling it, and I don’t want to drag you guys down. I’ll call a cab.” He says as the others frown.

“You don’t have to leave!” Hoseok whines.

“We’re sorry about teasing you.” Jimin pleads, but Taehyung just wraps his coat around his body and bids them farewell as he steps out into the street and waits for his ride to arrive.

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By the time he gets home, Taehyung is bone tired.

He shucks off his shoes by the front door and rubs his hands over his eyes. This was an extra-long workweek, and he was grateful that he had the next two days off because mentally, he felt like he needed it.

He strolled through his space, dropping off his coat before heading to the shower to begin his night routine.

He quickly texted Jimin to let him know he made it home safe, as the water from the shower warmed up.

Taehyung stripped down and stepped under the hot spray. The water immediately relaxed his tired muscles.

He let the water run down the planes of his body and got his hair wet even though he wasn’t planning to.

Steam danced around his ankles as he squeezed out his body wash and got to work scrubbing off the dingy bar smell.

He took his time on his arms and legs, giving them a little massage as he worked. He scrubbed his back the best he could, and when he soaped up his legs and inner thighs, he felt his cock start to thicken between his legs.

Ever since Sydney, he had not been with anyone else but his right hand. Maybe that was why he was feeling so damn frustrated and in a funk.

Sure, throughout his life, he had some dry spells, but a whole month was almost unheard of in his books.

He always had some girl looking at him or chasing after him.

He knew he could have taken anyone home from the bar tonight, but he just didn’t feel the desire to do so.

Taehyung’s long fingers massaged his slowly hardening cock and fondled his balls as he worked.

He couldn’t remember the last time he gave himself an orgasm, and that thought alone was troubling.

Is this what growing up was like? Losing your libido and not even wanting to touch yourself?

Taehyung didn’t like the sound of that.

He let the warm water rush over his thighs and cock as it stood up hard and proud against his stomach.

He hissed when his delicate fingers wrapped around the thick base, and when he began to stroke himself, Taehyung felt a zing of pleasure race down his spine.

He closed his eyes and pressed one hand to the tiled wall as he worked his cock to full hardness and flicked his wrist in the way he liked so much.

God, this felt good.

His hand began to speed up as rivulets of water ran down his spine, making him shiver under the heat of the shower.

His stomach began to coil in pleasure, and Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to conjure up a sexy fantasy that would make him cum.

He began to whimper and fuck his fist faster as the fantasy came into focus. It wasn’t one he normally chose, but it was making him hard and needy as he worked his aching cock.

The spilled drink

The baby blue shirt

The soft nipples poking out.

Your horrified expression

The way his cock throbbed in his pants

Now you are…

Oh god, you are sinking to your knees right there in the middle of the party to pull his pants down.

You are wrapping your lips around his hard cock, and he can still see your nipples poking out from under your damp shirt.

Taehyung’s fist sped up on his cock; the pleasure in his body was almost becoming too much as he began to fuck into his fist animalistically, the wet noises lewd over the spray of the shower.

He needed to cum.

Fuck, he needed to cum so badly.

His hand curls against the tiled wall and tries to dig into the slippery surface as he can’t stop thinking about you.

In his mind’s eye, you wrapped your lips around his shaft and began to suckle the head.

Oh fuck, it feels so good.

Taehyung is past the point of no return, and his cock throbs in his hand as he works himself.

You pull away.

You lick a bold stripe up his cock, and he loses it.

Pleasure explodes throughout his body as his cock shoots cum all over the wall. The vein on the underside of his cock is throbbing angrily as it shoots out more, and Taehyung wails out your name as he throws his head back and works his cock until his cum slowly dribbles out, falling at his feet and getting washed away by the water.

His head is spinning, his heart is racing, and he slightly stumbles as he comes down from his high.

Taehyung lets go when his cock becomes too sensitive and places both hands on the shower wall, breathing heavily as if he had just run a race.

He cracks open his eyes to see his cum slowly sliding down the wall, and he quickly turns the showerhead to wash it away.

What the fuck.

He had not orgasmed that hard in…well, he didn’t know.

And since the fuck when did he picture you?

That’s never happened before, and it gives him an uncomfortable, prickly feeling at how hot it was.

He stands under the spray and feels guilt curl around him as he washes his cock and pubic hair before turning off the water and stepping out.

He once again does his skincare nude and pulls on soft sweatpants before climbing into bed.

He checks on his friends’ locations to see that they are all still at the bar, and he smiles to himself. Maybe he just needed an orgasm. He did feel better.

Though the fact that he came to the thought of you giving him head still makes an uncomfortable feeling roll through his body. He hates that he thought of you. He didn’t want you like that.

But most of all, he hated how hard he came and how much he liked it.

He read your book; he had been meaning to give it back to Jimin, but he just kept forgetting to do so. The book was good. It was a heartwarming story of friends and fate pushing two people to be together.

He did find Ryder and Sabrina much more fun, though; there was a lot more chemistry there, and it was obvious who they were based on, which made him chuckle when he read it.

He wanted to tell you in person, maybe rile you up some more to see that cute blush spread across your cheeks. He liked it when he riled you up because you resembled a small, angry kitten. All bark and no bite. It was adorable.

Her front door opens, and she wraps you in a hug that makes you smile against her soft hair.

“Come in! Hoseokie just left, so it’s just us. I’m prepping the cookie dough.” She motions for you to take off your coat and shoes and follow her to the kitchen, where the oven is already preheating.

The emergency cookie dough has already been shaped into balls and placed on a baking sheet.

The other thing about Mira is that no matter what, she always has cookie dough in case of an emergency.

She really is a great friend.

“So tell me what happened.” She says, leaning against the counter with a worried look on her face.

“Well, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?” You ask, sliding onto her barstool at her large kitchen island and letting out a long-winded sigh.

“Wherever you want to start.” She says softly.

You can’t help but smile. God, you love her so much.

“Well, the good news is my book is number ten on trending. It’s popular on websites I have never even heard of!” You feel a sense of pride bloom in your chest.

You still couldn’t believe you were a published author, and people took the time out of their day to read your stuff. It blew your mind.

“That’s amazing!” Mira exclaims, nearly vibrating with excitement.

“Yeah, my publisher called about two hours ago and told me! It’s great news, and I’m really happy, but….” Your voice trailed off as you began to bite your lip anxiously.

“They want me to write a sequel to the first book.” You say, shifting in your chair as you feel the ball of dread in your stomach grow.

Mira’s eyes widen, and she shoots you a beaming smile.

“This is good news! That’s so exciting! Wait, what is it going to be about? In the end, the couple got together and lived happily ever after.” She asks as the oven timer dings, and she bustles around the kitchen putting the cookies in the oven.

“It seems the fans have fallen for Ryder and Sabrina.” You say, slightly blushing.

Ryder and Sabrina were two of the most fun characters you had ever written. They were the classic happy sunshine boy and grumpy moody girl tropes that everyone seemed to love. She pretended to hate him, and he always blatantly flirted with her.

Even though you loved the main story a lot, the dynamic between these two characters was always more fun to write, the bickering, the teasing, and the putting their differences aside to team up together to get the main couple to finally admit their feelings.

“Oh, those two were hot,” Mira says as she shuts the oven door and spins around, winking at you.

You blushed and waved your hand at her.

After the book was published, Mira was one of the first ones to finish it. She admitted to staying up all night and reading it despite Hoseok telling her multiple times to just go to bed.

After she finished, she wrote you a one-page letter praising the book over and over, going over the parts she loved, the parts that made her scream, and writing the best review you could ever ask for.

Something she did point out though, is the glaring similarities between Ryder and Sabrina and the two other people who seem to be at each other’s throats and like to tease and bicker.

You waved her off, saying that it meant nothing, and you most definitely didn’t accidentally make Taehyung a character in your book because that would be insane.

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun with them, and I am excited to write them again, but there is a big glaring problem.” You explain.

“My team said the first book was wonderful and got great reviews. Some fans reviewed it and said they wished I didn’t… gloss over some of the… sexier parts.” You grimaced.

“For part two… For Ryder and Sabrina, they want—and the fans want—it to be more…mature.”

Mira’s eyes widen.

“You are a mature writer, though. You’re an adult. This isn’t a kid's story.” She says slowly, and you shake your head.

“What I mean is my editor wants me to add some spice. Some smut, if you will.”

Mira’s jaw drops.

“Basically, because there is so much built-up chemistry between Ryder and Sabrina, she wants me to make this book…hotter. Like a full-on sex scene hotter, and I am freaking the hell out because how am I, of all people, supposed to write that!?” You fret, once again biting at your lip and staring at your friend with panic all over your face.

“Your editor wants you to write smut? Why?” Mira asks slowly, taking off her apron and hanging it up.

“I don’t know!? I guess it’s all the rage now, and it’s what the people want. Women don’t want to watch porn; they want to read porn, and my editor thinks it will make sense for this book. I was able to get away with it in the first one! It was a cute story, but now she wants something more, and I don’t know if I can deliver that!?” You are full-blown panicking now, chest heaving and anxiety gripping your insides.

Mira slowly took your hand and guided you over to the couch; you sank into the cushions and let out a weary sigh, covering your face with your hands.

“I can’t write something like that? My sex life is a joke. I don’t have the experience for that.” You say, voice rising with the anxiety that is gripping you tightly.

“It’s okay; let’s take it slow and figure this out together.” Mira soothes as you crack open an eye to stare at her.

“Have you tried getting experience from other things? Like watching porn or reading porn.” She asks calmly as you position your body so you are both sitting cross-legged across from each other.

“Yes. Believe me, I’ve read porn, I’ve read fan fiction, and I’ve watched porn. I just feel like I’m lost in a big sea without a raft. My sexual experience was nothing like that, and I don’t know how to write a good experience, let alone a sexy one.”

“And it’s…also. You know. Embarrassing. I’m twenty-seven, and I’ve only made out with a couple of people and had one real boyfriend that turned out to be a big disaster, and now I’m here trying to study porn so I can know what it’s supposed to feel like so I can write it into my book."

You never were one to compare yourself to others until you got older. Then, you watched as everyone seemed to fall into these easy relationships and find the loves of their lives.

Even Mira just happened to be in the right place at the right time when she found Hoseok. You thought you found it when you first met your ex-boyfriend Simon, but it turned out to be all smoke and mirrors as the relationship seemed to disintegrate right in front of your eyes. You tried to keep hold of it, to work on things, to fix it, but by the time he was finished with you, the damage had been done.

"What about finding someone to have sex with? Like real-world experience?” Mira asks, snapping you from your thoughts as your eyes meet hers.

“Like a sex teacher?” You asked, wrinkling your nose

“Why not?” Mira giggles

“I would. I really would, but after Simon…after what happened…I can’t have a casual fling with someone I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to drag some stranger into this mess.” You say running your hands down your body to show you are a mess.

“Okay, firstly, you are not a mess. You just had a very bad boyfriend who deserves to be punched in his face.”

You giggle.

“Second. You do know whoever ends up with you is going to be the luckiest person on the planet. That’s the thing about love: that person is going to overlook your flaws and any baggage you may carry because they love you. Look at Hoseok and me.” She insisted.

It was very true. Mira dated a guy throughout high school, and right before graduation, he said he didn’t want to do long distance and broke her heart. You were there when Mira made the declaration that she was never going to love anyone again, but then Hoseok showed up. He was kind and patient and was willing to be friends with Mira first and take things slow until she was ready. And now they were engaged.

“I know, but I’m not looking for love. I’m looking for someone I know. Someone willing to let me do this sex thing at my own pace. To be okay that I might have…issues.” You say as the timer for the oven goes off, and Mira pats your hand before standing up to take the cookies from the oven.

You watch as she shoves on her hot pink oven mitts, a gift from Hoseok, before taking them out and letting them cool.

She stands there for a moment before looking back at you with a mischievous smile on her face, before she scoops up her phone and sends a text, fingertips flying over the screen.

“Who ya texting?” You tease as she comes to sit down next to you again.

“Just Hoseok. Wanted to make sure he got there safe.” She replies casually as she pockets her phone.

“So you would be willing to have sex with someone you aren’t dating?” Mira asks you honestly.

“I mean yeah. But it can’t be some random person from an app or some stranger. I’d only be okay with it if it were someone I know. Someone who has experience. Who I could guarantee that they would be good and willing to help me out. I don’t want to waste my time wading through guys who think they know what to do with their dick.” You explain, as Mira throws her head back and laughs.

Mira’s phone dings, and she eagerly takes her phone from her pocket. She reads the screen with a triumphant look on her face before pocketing it again.

“What are you smiling about?” You can’t help but ask.

“What if I told you I had an idea to solve this problem? What if I also told you, before you shut it down, you have to hear me out?” She says, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I mean…okay?” You say timidly.

“Kim Taehyung is always down to fuck. He doesn’t have a fuck buddy anymore since that scene in your café.” She hints.

You stare at her in shock.

Your heart is pounding in your chest.

“Mira, this is a joke, right? No way in hell am I going to let Kim Taehyung be my sex teacher. You can’t be serious!” You whine.

“Hoseok told me he hasn’t been with anyone since. You said you wanted it to be someone you know, someone who would understand. He went to school with you; he knows what being a writer is like and knows what he’s doing with his dick… I mean, we both have heard the rumours.” She says with a wink that makes heat rise to your face as you feel your stomach swoop.

“Absolutely not. No freaking way.” You argue, crossing your arms over your chest.

Mira just smiles.

“Come on. Kim Taehyung is perfect!”

“No, he’s not.”

“Yes, he is, but you are too stubborn to see it. I mean, he’s practically your male lead in the book anyway.” She teases, standing up to scoop some cookies onto a plate.

“No, he is not!” You argue back.

She hands you a cookie, but you decline for now. Your stomach is too tangled in knots to eat.

“What’s wrong with Taehyung then?” She asks.

You stare at her unblinking.

“Everything.”

“More specific, please.” She almost sings.

“He’s arrogant.”

“Not really; he kind of grew out of that.”

“He thinks he’s hot shit.”

“He is hot. Come on, even you can admit that man is fine.”

“He’s cocky.”

Mira giggles.

“Isn’t that what you're looking for?”

You reach around to toss a pillow at her head, and she dissolves in a fit of laughter.

“Come on! He’s someone you know! Someone you can learn to trust. He obviously knows what he’s doing with his dick. He’s perfect!” Mira gushes as you shoot her a dark look.

“Is this how low I’ve fallen? Setting me up with Kim Taehyung. I think I’m going to be sick.” You moan, clutching your stomach and rolling your eyes back.

“Oh, so dramatic. You know how many women would kill to get on Taehyung’s dick?” She teases as you hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment.

“Then let them have him! I certainly do not want anything to do with him or his dick.” You cried as Mira giggled alongside you, and you finally pulled your hands from your face.

“You don’t have to go for it. Just promise me you will at least think about it. Sure, he’s fuckboy Taehyung and hasn’t exactly grown up yet, but he cares about you. I know he does. Hoseok told me he borrowed your book from Jimin and Jungkook just so he could read it.” She explains as you finally reach for a cookie and bite into it.

“Wow. That’s. Wow.” You say as you take it in.

You never thought Taehyung would actually be interested in your book, let alone ask his friends to borrow it.

“And you did say the conversation you had at the café after that girl stormed out was nice.” Mira points out as you shoot her a pointed look from across the couch.

“It sounds like you are trying to set me up with him.” You say with a quirk of your eyebrow.

“Yes, I am. I’ve always thought you both would be perfect for each other. You don’t fall for his charismatic shit. He literally stopped calling himself Captain Taehyung when you pointed out that it made him sound like a big-headed douche. You have power over him.” Mira says, reaching for cookie number two with a grin.

“I don’t have any power over him, and I don’t want any power over him. He’s still infuriating, you know.” You say as you finish your cookie and stare outside at the sun setting, painting the living room with soft pinks and rich orange hues.

“Infuriating, sure, but I still think he’s the perfect man for the job. Just think about it, okay? That’s all I ask is that you keep an open mind.” Mira asks, patting your knee and offering to order you both some dinner.

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Taehyung was sitting at the bar, wishing he were anywhere else.

Hoseok sent a text in the group chat saying Mira needed the house for a girl’s night, so he was going to hit the bar if anyone wanted to come.

Taehyung jumped at the chance, as it had been a while since he had gone out, but now he was regretting it immensely and wished he had just stayed home.

It was a Friday night, and while the bar was full of people mingling about, chatting it up, and buying each other drinks, Taehyung felt like he was watching from the outside, a million miles away.

A hand on his arm shook him from his thoughts as he turned to see Jimin’s smiling face.

“What’s up?” He asked as his best friend looped an arm around his shoulders and took Hoseok’s vacated seat next to him.

“What’s up with you? You look sad…and moody. What’s going on, Taetae?” Jimin asked, and Taehyung slowly smiled.

Jimin always had the uncanny habit of knowing when something was wrong with Taehyung, even when he didn’t know what was wrong himself.

“I’m okay, just been a long week, and I guess I’m not feeling it tonight.” He sighs as his fingers play with the beer bottle in front of him. It tastes bitter and warm, and he scowls when he pulls it from his lips.

“You? Not feeling it?” Jimin jokes as he places a small hand against Taehyung’s forehead to check his temperature.

“Are you sick? Injured. This place is crawling with women who have been eye-fucking you since we got here, and you aren’t feeling it?”

Taehyung looks around to see if Jimin is right.

Several women are looking his way with appreciative smiles on their faces, and Taehyung knew he could have the pick of any of them, but he just wasn’t in the mood.

Ever since Sydney caused the scene a month ago, he has just been doing his own thing. He didn’t even want to have sex with someone at this point because it just seemed like too much work, and the girls he chose didn’t know the first thing about staying detached.

“Nah, I’m good, Jiminie. Just in a funk. I’ll snap out of it.” He says as Hoseok and Jungkook return to the table with Jin and Yoongi in tow.

Seokjin and Yoongi were some of Hoseok’s coworkers who also agreed to come out tonight. Taehyung liked them; they were good guys.

He especially liked Yoongi, who pushed a cold beer in front of Taehyung and swapped out his lukewarm one with ease.

“Guys, I think Taehyungie is sick.” Jimin frets as Jungkook wraps an arm around his boyfriend and presses a kiss to his cheek, which makes Jimin giggle.

“What happened? We were gone for like ten minutes max.” Hoseok exclaims, looking over at Taehyung, who took a sip of his cold beer and kept his head down.

“He doesn’t want to take anyone home tonight. He said he’s not feeling it.” Jimin blurted as everyone at the table’s eyebrows shot up, and Taehyung groaned.

“I’m fine. Jiminie is being dramatic. I’m just not feeling it right now. I don’t want anyone. That’s not a crime.” Taehyung defended himself, shooting Jimin a look.

“Not a crime but odd for you.” Jin said.

“Wait, I thought you were with some chick? Australia or whatever?” Yoongi asked as a couple of people started to move tables to make a dance floor.

“She got too clingy; I let her go.” He explains, not bothering to look at anyone, and instead just focusing on the people dancing.

“You mean she caused a scene and walked out on you?” Jungkook offered with a shy grin that made Taehyung shoot him the finger.

Which only made him laugh.

“Wow, is this the first time in history Tae wasn’t the dumper but the dumped? Maybe that’s why you are in a funk,” Jin offers as some pretty girl comes up and asks him to dance.

He winks at the others before disappearing into the crowd with his drink held high and the girl leading the way.

“Wait, were you falling for her, Taehyung? Is that why you are so upset?” Jimin asks, and Taehyung shakes his head.

“No, Jimin. I do not fall for my hookups. That’s like hookup rule number one,” he snaps, feeling irritated.

“Wait, so you don’t have a hookup at all?” Hoseok asks as Taehyung turns to face his friend.

“No, Hoseok, I do not.” He snaps, feeling like his clothes are all wrong and way too tight and that he is being scrutinized under a microscope by his friends.

“Okay, don’t bite my head off. Mira just wanted to know, that’s all.” He says, typing a message back as Taehyung’s eyebrows lift.

“Your fiancé wants to know if Taehyung is fucking anyone right now? That’s a little weird, you know.” Yoongi points out with a cocked eyebrow.

“She’s having a girls’ night with her friend, and I don’t know. I don’t ask what they talk about; I just answer. Sometimes it’s better not to know.” Hoseok defends as Taehyung’s ears perk up.

Some friend always meant you.

Were you asking if he was hooking up?

Were you…interested?

There was no freaking way, right?

Taehyung decided he had enough of tonight and slowly slid off his barstool, throwing money on the table and eyeing the nearest exit.

“Listen, I’m going to head out. I’m just really not feeling it, and I don’t want to drag you guys down. I’ll call a cab.” He says as the others frown.

“You don’t have to leave!” Hoseok whines.

“We’re sorry about teasing you.” Jimin pleads, but Taehyung just wraps his coat around his body and bids them farewell as he steps out into the street and waits for his ride to arrive.

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By the time he gets home, Taehyung is bone tired.

He shucks off his shoes by the front door and rubs his hands over his eyes. This was an extra-long workweek, and he was grateful that he had the next two days off because mentally, he felt like he needed it.

He strolled through his space, dropping off his coat before heading to the shower to begin his night routine.

He quickly texted Jimin to let him know he made it home safe, as the water from the shower warmed up.

Taehyung stripped down and stepped under the hot spray. The water immediately relaxed his tired muscles.

He let the water run down the planes of his body and got his hair wet even though he wasn’t planning to.

Steam danced around his ankles as he squeezed out his body wash and got to work scrubbing off the dingy bar smell.

He took his time on his arms and legs, giving them a little massage as he worked. He scrubbed his back the best he could, and when he soaped up his legs and inner thighs, he felt his cock start to thicken between his legs.

Ever since Sydney, he had not been with anyone else but his right hand. Maybe that was why he was feeling so damn frustrated and in a funk.

Sure, throughout his life, he had some dry spells, but a whole month was almost unheard of in his books.

He always had some girl looking at him or chasing after him.

He knew he could have taken anyone home from the bar tonight, but he just didn’t feel the desire to do so.

Taehyung’s long fingers massaged his slowly hardening cock and fondled his balls as he worked.

He couldn’t remember the last time he gave himself an orgasm, and that thought alone was troubling.

Is this what growing up was like? Losing your libido and not even wanting to touch yourself?

Taehyung didn’t like the sound of that.

He let the warm water rush over his thighs and cock as it stood up hard and proud against his stomach.

He hissed when his delicate fingers wrapped around the thick base, and when he began to stroke himself, Taehyung felt a zing of pleasure race down his spine.

He closed his eyes and pressed one hand to the tiled wall as he worked his cock to full hardness and flicked his wrist in the way he liked so much.

God, this felt good.

His hand began to speed up as rivulets of water ran down his spine, making him shiver under the heat of the shower.

His stomach began to coil in pleasure, and Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to conjure up a sexy fantasy that would make him cum.

He began to whimper and fuck his fist faster as the fantasy came into focus. It wasn’t one he normally chose, but it was making him hard and needy as he worked his aching cock.

The spilled drink

The baby blue shirt

The soft nipples poking out.

Your horrified expression

The way his cock throbbed in his pants

Now you are…

Oh god, you are sinking to your knees right there in the middle of the party to pull his pants down.

You are wrapping your lips around his hard cock, and he can still see your nipples poking out from under your damp shirt.

Taehyung’s fist sped up on his cock; the pleasure in his body was almost becoming too much as he began to fuck into his fist animalistically, the wet noises lewd over the spray of the shower.

He needed to cum.

Fuck, he needed to cum so badly.

His hand curls against the tiled wall and tries to dig into the slippery surface as he can’t stop thinking about you.

In his mind’s eye, you wrapped your lips around his shaft and began to suckle the head.

Oh fuck, it feels so good.

Taehyung is past the point of no return, and his cock throbs in his hand as he works himself.

You pull away.

You lick a bold stripe up his cock, and he loses it.

Pleasure explodes throughout his body as his cock shoots cum all over the wall. The vein on the underside of his cock is throbbing angrily as it shoots out more, and Taehyung wails out your name as he throws his head back and works his cock until his cum slowly dribbles out, falling at his feet and getting washed away by the water.

His head is spinning, his heart is racing, and he slightly stumbles as he comes down from his high.

Taehyung lets go when his cock becomes too sensitive and places both hands on the shower wall, breathing heavily as if he had just run a race.

He cracks open his eyes to see his cum slowly sliding down the wall, and he quickly turns the showerhead to wash it away.

What the fuck.

He had not orgasmed that hard in…well, he didn’t know.

And since the fuck when did he picture you?

That’s never happened before, and it gives him an uncomfortable, prickly feeling at how hot it was.

He stands under the spray and feels guilt curl around him as he washes his cock and pubic hair before turning off the water and stepping out.

He once again does his skincare nude and pulls on soft sweatpants before climbing into bed.

He checks on his friends’ locations to see that they are all still at the bar, and he smiles to himself. Maybe he just needed an orgasm. He did feel better.

Though the fact that he came to the thought of you giving him head still makes an uncomfortable feeling roll through his body. He hates that he thought of you. He didn’t want you like that.

But most of all, he hated how hard he came and how much he liked it.

He read your book; he had been meaning to give it back to Jimin, but he just kept forgetting to do so. The book was good. It was a heartwarming story of friends and fate pushing two people to be together.

He did find Ryder and Sabrina much more fun, though; there was a lot more chemistry there, and it was obvious who they were based on, which made him chuckle when he read it.

He wanted to tell you in person, maybe rile you up some more to see that cute blush spread across your cheeks. He liked it when he riled you up because you resembled a small, angry kitten. All bark and no bite. It was adorable.