#new flame

From: Taehyung good morning 🥰 im at the gym but lmk if u want me to pick u up anything omw back

You stare at the text message with only one eye and half your face smushed against your bed. Holding up your phone takes too much effort, so you have it propped against your pillow next to your head. 

Exhaustion makes your limbs heavy as you get up, and you only move enough to kneel in your bed before you let your arms hang limply at your sides. Hot tears slip down your puffy cheeks, and you barely have the energy to wipe them away. You’re so tired, and your body hurts. Your pre-heat symptoms are nothing new, but they always suck. 

“Good morning,” Taehyung’s soothing voice fills your room when you call him and set your phone on speaker mode. “Gonna let me bring you breakfast, or are you gonna be stubborn still?”

Your tongue feels swollen, and your throat so dry that you can barely swallow, let alone talk. 

“Hey, you okay?” Taehyung’s concern is unbelievably sweet for a guy who barely knows you.  

“A-alpha,” you sob, immediately clapping your hand over your mouth.

The silence on Taehyung’s end is horrifying, almost as much as your slip-up. Embarrassment makes your already sweaty skin prickle with even more heat.

“I’m sorry,” you rush to apologize despite your body screaming at you to call for the alpha you’ll be spending your heat with. 

“Don’t,” Taehyung says softly. “Just give me, like, twenty minutes, okay?”

Before agreeing to spend your heat with Taehyung, you’d met for coffee. He’d called it a date; you’d called it a meeting. The first thing you’d noticed about Taehyung was that he smelled like chamomile and he was really fucking tall.

“Is that it? Not that I’m handsome or anything?” he had laughed when you told him, his mouth morphing into a boxy smile that made your stomach flutter.

“Of course you’re handsome. I responded to your lame pickup lines on Flame, didn’t I?” you’d responded, half hiding behind your drink while he watched you with sparkling eyes from across the table. 

Now, with Taehyung standing in the entryway of your apartment, he seems even larger and more intimidating than before.

You cling to him with your arms circling his neck and your legs clenching his waist when he picks you up and lets you wrap the two of you in the blanket you’re practically swaddled in. You haven’t met Taehyung’s eyes yet, too afraid of how intimidatingly gorgeous he is, like a fever dream designed by your heat. 

You nuzzle his neck as he carries you to your bedroom. It should be awkward, but it isn’t when Taehyung lays you on your bed. He’s quick to step out of his basketball shorts and tug off his hoodie, but you don’t have time to admire him before he’s kneeling between your legs. He drags his hands down your thighs to remove your slick-soaked underwear and is just as gentle when he takes off your t-shirt. 

“Can I mark you up, baby?” Taehyung murmurs with a flick of his tongue against your throat.

“Y-Yeah,” you moan and bare your neck. 

You shiver every time Taehyung nips your skin with his blunt front teeth, though your body still burns brighter than the sun’s pinks and oranges peeking around the window blinds. His teeth graze the sensitive spot on your neck where your jasmine scent is the strongest. It’s gross how Taehyung sucks and laps at your sweaty skin, swirling his tongue and sucking so hard that it hurts, but your basic instincts make you melt under the attention. 

“Please.” 

“Hmm?” Taehyung runs his nose along your jaw. 

You turn your head to kiss him, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth. He tastes as sweet as he smells, floral and prettier than most alphas. Most alphas’ scents are harsh, but Taehyung’s scent surprisingly calms you.  

“More, please,” you whisper against his lips, mellow and sweet like chamomile tea. 

Reaching down, Taehyung slides his fingers through your slippery folds, smearing slick over your pussy and the inside of your thighs. You’re leaking, soaking the sheets, and getting Taehyung’s thighs messy, too. 

“You’re so wet,” Taehyung groans, voice low in the back of his throat. 

Taehyung thrusts two fingers into your pussy and uses his other hand to press your leg against your chest, spreading you open. You can’t help but think his fingers would look just as pretty in your mouth as they do pumping in and out of your pussy. 

“Tell me what you want, omega.” 

You tangle your fingers in Taehyung’s soft hair and tug until he lifts his head so you can get lost in the amber sparkles in his eyes, his arousal permeating the room. The smell of it sets your body into overdrive until all you can think about is, 

“Want you to fuck me, alpha. Please, please. Want your knot.” 

“Fuck,” Taehyung grinds against your pussy, slicking up his cock when it slides through your folds, “Gonna present for me, omega? Show me how bad you want my knot.”

You don’t have to think about your actions; your body takes over for you as you get on your forearms and knees. It’s your heat talking, but all you want is to be fucked within an inch of your life and bred by the strong, pretty alpha touching your body like you’re something to worship. 

“Look at you…” Taehyung murmurs as he squeezes your ass, jiggling one cheek before letting it go to give it a hard slap that makes you jolt. When you whimper, he slaps your other cheek. “Think you’re ready for me?” 

You thrust back when Taehyung slides two fingers inside you again, massaging your walls until you’re shaking. 

“Yes, alpha, I’ve been ready since I, since I c-called you.”

You’re gasping, on the verge of tears, when Taehyung finally presses the head of his cock against your entrance. The stretch is minimal with how soaked you are, your pussy gushing when he bottoms out.

“Gonna, gonna fill you up,” Taehyung growls, pounding into you so hard that your arms give out. 

Turning your head to the side, you let your upper body drag against the bed sheets with each snap of Taehyung’s hips. To keep you in place, he squeezes the back of your neck, holding you against the mattress as he fucks you.  

You feel lightheaded from the pressure on your throat. Quick, shallow breaths make you more sensitive to the drag of Taehyung’s cock against your slippery walls. Slick gushes around his cock and drips down the inside of your thighs.

“Knot me, alpha, please, knot me,” you sob a little chant for Taehyung, “Make me full.” 

Unshed tears collect along your eyelashes when you feel Taehyung’s knot grow, stretching you even more. It’s your pheromones and warm slick making him spiral so quickly.  

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Taehyung gasps. 

He shoves you harder into the mattress, draping his body over yours as he deepens his thrusts. His knot fully expands when he cums, a broken moan on his lips. 

The sudden pressure on your sensitive walls makes the burning coil of arousal in you finally snap. You unravel on Taehyung’s cock with a cry of his name that’s muffled by the bed sheets. 

“You okay?” Taehyung asks repeatedly, panting heavily against your shoulder as his body cages yours against the bed.

His pupils are blown out and dark, giving him a wild look. There’s blood on his teeth from where he bit into his forearm when he came to stop himself from sinking his teeth into your neck. 

“Yeah,” you reply weakly, “Thank you." 

"I told you I’d take care of you,” Taehyung murmurs as he turns the two of you onto your sides. 

It’s more comfortable for Taehyung to spoon you, considering your bodies will be connected until his knot goes down. He leans forward to nuzzle his face in your neck and breathe deeply. Heats suck, but you could get used to having Taehyung to spend them with. Even if he is a dumb alpha. 

Release: June 30, 2014

Lyrics:

There can be one only you, oh

And baby, God could never make two, na-na-na

And I know you came here with your crew, whoa-oh

But I promise you that it feels like it's just us two, uh-huh

Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight

But I just wanna be the one to do you right (Right)

We're standing here looking at each other, baby, eye to eye

And I'm hoping that you're thinking 'bout leaving with me tonight

Who said you can't find love in a club?

'Cause I wanna tell them they wrong

Come on, just baby, try a new thing

And let's spark a new flame

You gon' be my baby

Love me, love you crazy

Tell me if you with it

Baby, come and get it

Maybe try a new thing (Usher, baby)

And let's spark a new flame (Breezy, let me holla at her, yeah, man)

I can't believe you came here all alone, baby girl, where's your lover?

Oh, it don't really matter 'cause I got plans to get to know you better

Baby, baby, baby, baby, let's make what we got here last forever

Girl, 'cause I don't wanna let you go, never

Oh, I don't know what you had planned to do tonight

Girl, I just wanna be the one to do you right, (Right)

We're standing here looking at each other, baby, eye to eye

Baby, I hope that you're thinking 'bout leaving with me tonight

Who said you can't find love in the club?

'Cause I wanna tell them they wrong (Ohh, whoa-ohh, tell them that they wrong)

Come on, just baby, try a new thing (Try a new thing, hey)

And let's spark a new flame

You gon' be my baby (Ohh)

Love me, love you crazy (Crazy)

Tell me if you with it (With it)

Baby, come and get it

Try a new thing (Baby, try a new thing)

And let's spark a new flame

Home plate, World Series, how a nigga sliding in her

Baby, I'm a boss, I'm talking George Steinbrenner

Panamera, Yogi Berra, my two-seater Derek Jeter

Got more stripes than all these niggas

Babe Ruth balling in a Beamer

Collar on my Polo (Woo), kisses on my necklace (Agh)

All my diamonds watching, now my watches getting jealous (Haha)

Smoking on a bomb in my autographed LeBron's

Yeah, she told me I'm the one, that's when I only hit it once

Songwriter:

Who said you can't find love in a club? (No)

'Cause I wanna tell them they wrong (Baby)

Come on, just baby, try a new thing (New thing, baby)

And let's spark a new flame (Baby)

You gon' be my baby (Be mine)

Love me, love you crazy

Tell me if you with it

Baby, come and get it

Baby, try a new thing

And let's spark a new flame

Keith Thomas / Usher Raymond / Christopher Maurice Brown / Maurice N. Simmonds / Eric A. Bellinger / William Leonard Roberts Ii / Mark A. Pitts / Justin Booth Johnson / Malissa Hunter / John Paul Diaz

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