#belie

⠀ׅ⠀⠀𝗃〫𝗎ֵ𝗅𝗂𝖾ֹ⠀⍺〭𝗇࣫𝖽⠀ׅ𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅ֵ〫𝖾ֹ⠀♡〭⠀ֹ⠀

Requested - a fluffy ending for the anon

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader (ft. Namjoon) [Not a threesome!]

Genre - Angst, Smut

Summary - It was all a misunderstanding.

That same day, Taehyung had gone to meet her; the one who’d caused you to shut him away, to throw him, to kick him out of your life.

“I fucking told you not to call me!” He almost spat at her face, right there in the middle of the coffee shop. A few of the customers looked up to see what was going on, but thankfully paid no heed. But even if they did, Taehyung wasn’t going to care.

“But why not?” She looked up at him, unfazed and clueless. Like she had not just created a wall in between you two and a lifetime of guilt for Taehyung to sulk over. His nostrils flared, and he really wasn’t the one to get angry so easily. So this was saying something.

“I have a girlfriend!” Have, not had. You were still his. No matter what, you were always going to be his.

Even after two months of trying to get back with you, he was insistent on telling everybody that you both were just taking a break, you hadn’t broken up, don’t be silly!

It had been a week into the second month since he’d last heard from you. A week since he began getting suspicious that you had really blocked his number. He was hurt. But what could he do? It was his fault this happened in the first place. If he hadn’t had that one night stand with that girl, this would have never even happened.

You couldn’t believe what you were doing. What the hell were you doing?

Your lips were latched onto the same stranger’s mouth who you’d slept with two days ago. And today, you called him over because you couldn’t stop your mind from flooding with images of Taehyung. Every single time you were alone with your thoughts, he was there. Even now, as you pushed the guy - okay, you knew his name but you weren’t ready to acknowledge it - on the sofa, and as you pulled his top over his head, you couldn’t help but wish this was Taehyung. You yearned for his familiar touch.

Right then you felt Namjoon’s hand fondling - groping - your breasts, his fingers holding your hard nipples captive. In the past month, you’d brought around four men to your house. Four. FUCKING. MEN.

If Taehyung ever found that out, and called you a slut, whore, bitch - you’d take it.

And all you did with these men was have sex. No talking; just groping, feeling, thrusting and bye-bye. You’d lost so much weight because of that. You were pretty much a bag of bones now and you wished Taehyung would come back so he could feed you till you died. But you knew that was never going to happen because, one: you blocked his number. Two: you kicked him out of your life. Three: if anybody could bring him back, it was you and only you.

“Mm, Y/N, babe, you’re so wet.” Namjoon kissed down your neck and you couldn’t find it in you to kick him out either. So you let him do whatever it was that he wanted to do. Your hands roamed through his hair, moaning whenever required although half of them weren’t even rightfully elicited.

You didn’t even gasp when you felt him enter you. That used to this you were. You should have been ashamed, but all you could feel was exhilaration.

You bounced on his member, your hand going south to pleasure yourself since all he was doing was watching you. You felt so, so close to your orgasm, when a faint jiggling of a door knob rung in your ears and a deep voice echoed throughout your house.

“Y/N!!” Your eyes snapped open and you turned your head to see Taehyung staring at you with absolutely dark eyes. Nothing after that registered. Faint movements and shuffling of clothes were heard, a mumble of an empty apology and the sound of the door clicking shut.

Taehyung remained in the same spot, at the entrance of your living room, his hands tucked deep inside his hoodie pockets and pulling it down discreetly like he would do anything to hide his boner.

When his eyes suggestively ran the length of your body, you realized you were standing stark naked in front of him. But you made no sudden movements. You simply reached for your sweater and pulled it over your head, it covering most of your parts.

“How did you get in?” Your voice was bored, like you could’ve been using it for a better purpose than talking to him.

“You never said I had to return the duplicate key.”

“Why didn’t you think of it two months ago?”

“Would you have been cooled down enough to bear to see my face?”

“Point.” You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly.

“Besides, I had to search for it since I’m not really used to living in my apartment.” You didn’t know if that was meant for throwing shade at you or what.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, walking in to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water because your mouth was way too dry. You didn’t know if it was dehydration, or his appearance in general that caused it. Moreover, your hands shook as you grabbed a glass and filled it with water.

“Aren’t you eating?”

“Don’t you have somebody waiting for you?”

“I didn’t know you were waiting for me.” You could literally hear the smug smirk in his voice. If you turned around right then, you’d melt.

“I wasn’t.” You gripped your glass tightly as you raised it your lips and took long, hungry gulps of water.

“Tell me the truth, Y/N. Have you not been eating?” His voice was closer as you stood there, next to the kitchen sink, unmoving. One step closer and he could wrap you in his protective embrace and you would feel his breath fanning against your neck-

You closed your eyes, and inhaled deeply. “I wish it was that easy, Taehyung.”

And he took that one step. You didn’t open your eyes. You could feel his warm breath hitting the side of your cheek instead of your neck, and his hands subtly rested against your hips. “You’ve lost so much weight. Seeing you like this...it hurts me, Y/N.”

“Oh, great!” You exclaimed suddenly, startling him a little. You turned around and stared him in the eyes, “Now you must know how I felt that day. Or at least, a part of it.” You crossed your arms above your chest. His eyes remained locked with yours, but he didn’t say anything.

You watched silently as tears filled his eyes and slowly, fell over his cheeks one-by-one, a kind of broken gaze resting on you.

“You think these months of separation didn’t hurt me at all, Y/N? Do you think that ill of me? I never meant to have that one-night stand with that girl, Y/N. And I told her not to call me...and, it was all such a huge fucking misunderstanding- just fucking come here-”

And he pulled you in so suddenly you could feel your breath getting knocked off as he latched onto your lips, desperately holding on to you. You found yourself melting into the kiss with every passing moment, and you could feel your heart break and mend at the same time as his tears fell upon your cheeks. Your hands subconsciously came up to cup his cheeks and brush his tears away, your feet standing on tip-toes to reach further into the kiss. You could feel that familiar, dreadful thirst of wanting Taehyung’s touch finally being quenched as his hands roamed over every inch of your body under your sweater. You felt his warm hands eliminating the cold from your skin as he picked you up and blindly, out of familiarity, walked straight into your room with you wrapped firmly around his waist.

You felt the soft, cold mattress hitting your bare skin after you let him take your sweater off, his eyes glazing over with love, pain and lust.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. But please, eat something. Seeing you like this...”

You could feel the guilt ripping at every corner of your inner being. The fact that he blamed most of this on himself was hurtful to watch. And the fact that he was innocent to think you’d been starving yourself made your heart clench tighter.

“Tae...” You breathed, his bare chest now glowing in the afternoon sunlight. Another tear had escaped his eye, and you knew that if you were going to ask him to be honest to you, you were going to have to start it with yourself.

“I slept with people regularly. I had sex with random men after you were gone because I couldn’t cope up with the fact that you were gone. I kicked you out because I didn’t want you to tell me we had to break up. I’m sorry...I probably disgust you-”

Taehyung’s warm, soft lips wrapped yours in a perfectly molded kiss, his fingers squeezing the sides of your waist. He’d completely ignored your revelation.

“In a month, baby, I need some fat to pinch. Do you understand?” He looked at you with such overpowering love, you didn’t trust our voice to speak. You nodded, your hands clutching onto his shoulders.

“Otherwise you’ll be deprived of sex with me. I will not fuck you until and unless you have a tummy.” A finger ran across your hollow cheek and you could feel your previously hibernating heat, uncurling in your abdomen. This was exciting you. The talk about him making love to you was driving you crazy.

“Yes, Taehyung.” You could feel the confidence surging in waves through you. You could feel the warmth of his touch become even more warmer until it was sizzling against your bare skin. His fingers, as they ran through every nook, cranny, bend and curve of your body, elicited fireworks inside you.

When finally he entered you after what you hadn’t realized was a foreplay of sorts, you gasped. You gasped at the way he widened you, his eyes never leaving yours as he grunted. You could feel the satisfaction of him filling you up, his hands working wonders as one of them fondled with your breasts, the other rubbing sensational circles over your clit.

With great difficulty you fought back your approaching orgasm.

“No baby, let it go.” Taehyung suckled on a spot on your neck, his breath and tongue teasing as his fingers wrapped gently around your throat. You felt the oxygen supply being cut off, the lightheadedness feeling like ecstasy as his other hand continuously rubbed your clit harder and faster. Your moans increased pitch by pitch, and at last he placed a harsh kiss on your lips. You felt the zing reverberate through your body as it convulsed slightly, twitching a little as he overstimulated you, his hand letting go of your throat, and his lips placing saccharine, wet kisses on your jaw.

“I missed you so much, baby girl. So much. I need more than just a day to show you how much...but it can wait.”

“Uh...” You breathed, it coming out as a whine. “Why...?”

“You need to get some food into your system. You can’t burn calories if you don’t have any.” He winked and his lips pulled into a lopsided grin. It was so goofy it made you laugh, despite your worn condition.