the most wonderful time of the year | kth. (m)
âľ summary :Â taehyung hasnât seen you since high school graduation, but when he finds himself in need of a date for his friendâs annual christmas party, running into you is like a godsend;Â especially when he once had feelings for you, and little did he know, you felt the same way all along.
âľ pairing :Â taehyung x reader
âľ genre :Â nonidol!au, f2l, fluff, smut
âľ rating : 18+
âľ word count : 19k
âľ warnings : mutual pining, sexual content, swearing, dom!tae, cuddling resulting in over the clothes stuff, rough fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, big dick!tae cause we know heâs packing, marking, restraint (with his own hands), choking, begging, unprotected sex (wrap it up peeps), hitting it from the back đ, mirror (?) sex (reflection of a window), rough sex but then i love you sex, praising, slight humiliation, denied orgasm, creampie, aftercare
part of ksmutclubâs winter project 2020!, using prompt #7:Â âdid everyone else come with a date?â
âľ a/n :Â thank you to @getmemyfriesâ for beta-reading and constantly reassuring me about this fic, idk where sheâs been all my life đ, but surprise!! would you believe me if i told you guys i grinded this in just 3 days?? because YES i did, 19k in three days as a Christmas gift pretties, happy late holidays!!, comments and feedback are always appreciated <3
âAre you serious, Jimin?âÂ
âVery. I donât know how you didnât get the memo, literally everyone was talking about it.âÂ
âDid everyone else come with a date? There has to be at least one person who didnât.âÂ
âAnd that one person is you, Tae. Did you forget that I made the theme all about mistletoe? Who did you expect to kiss under it, me?âÂ
âSuper funny, Jimin. I just got really busy and I donât even think I was paying attention to you.âÂ
âWell, itâs your loss now, everyone came with a date and youâll be third-wheeling the whole night. You canât blame us either, itâs cuffing season and you know it.âÂ
âDo I really have to come? Iâll just spend Christmas with my family.âÂ
âAnd ruin their vacation with your annoying ass? What a lovely son, an even better best friend for ditching my party.âÂ
âOkay, Jimin, I get it. Just-fuck, alright, Iâll find someone. Please tell me you didnât plan anything too couply in case I have to bring an absolute stranger.âÂ
âHmm, Iâll think about it.âÂ
And Jimin cut the call without a second to spare.Â
Taehyung stood there baffled, appalled by his best friend for not even having said goodbye. But then again, maybe he really deserved it. Taehyung had just become too busy with his job this year to even think about Jimin and his friendsâ party, allowing it to inhabit the back of his mind and loom over him for weeks, though not giving it the time of day he shouldâve.Â
And now heâs stuck in a situation he doesnât know how to get out of. The party is in just two days, how exactly was he supposed to find someone that would even agree to accompany him?Â
One, they would have to be someone explicitly bored on Christmas Eve. Two, comfortable with meeting complete strangers and spending an entire night with them. Third, they would have to be willing to even fake-date him.Â
Taehyung knew he could at least satisfy the third requirement with just a smidge of his charm and good looks, though the real issues were the other two requirements, especially the first one.Â
Who the fuck is ever doing nothing on Christmas Eve?Â
These are the exact thoughts that clouded Taehyungâs mind, sighing heavily as he dejectedly sauntered into a coffee shop after work. It wasnât the usual place, but he decided on a new one in search of a possible partner; even if it were a stranger from a different coffee shop, heâd take what he could get.Â
Itâs precisely why he began scanning the room just enough to discern any potential date as he waited in line. With his hands in his pockets, lips buried into his plaid scarf that draped over his brown winter coat, and attempted to make eye contact with any female he thought eligible.Â
He spotted some cute girls, though made quick judgements about them not fitting his requirements; some meeting boyfriends, family, yapping away about Christmas plans as though the whole store needed to hear about it.
Pulling out his phone, he considered he had some female friends, maybe co-workers he could convince to tag along. It sounded like a great idea in his head, though when he scrolled though his contacts carefully, he found himself coming up short once again.Â
Not only had he seen his friendsâ stories, all flaunting their very apparent Christmas plans, but even more so his co-workers having literally informed him about either flying back home, meeting family or easing up far, far away on a tropical beach.Â
And he definitely knew thereâd be no one available.Â
All of it made Taehyung feel deflated once he had placed his order and waited patiently by the storeâs counter. He thought he was royally fucked, needed to forego social etiquette and just ask a damn stranger at this point.Â
Sighing yet again, he mindlessly looked over to the side, catching a glimpse of the person ordering after him with a voice he suddenly recognized. Taehyungâs eyebrows immediately shot to the sky once he took a double-take, a near injustice to say he was only shocked.Â
He was practically floored, had to rub his eyes a few times just to make sure he wasnât seeing things. Surely heâd lost it after the gruesome shift he just pulled at work, because he was pondering how in Godâs name was he seeing you of all people ordering.Â
How the hell did you manage to look 100x prettier than you used to, Taehyung thought. It was no doubt you; your smile still charming as ever, your hair still elegantly soft, your eyes still naturally sparkling under every Christmas light in the store just like they always did.Â
It was really you.Â
The same you he knew all throughout high school though moved away after graduation, the same you who was brilliant at every subject though could never understand math, the same you who waltzed into school with that plaid winter coat anyone could recognize you for, the same you who always teased him about his love for pineapple on pizza because you could never comprehend the taste.Â
The same you he once liked. Â
It was actually you, bundled up in a gray winter coat and white scarf as you smiled a thank you to the barista, eventually making your way over to the counter Taehyung was situated at, settling next to him without having noticed.Â
Taehyung thought you were an angel sent from heaven, a Godsend, his one and only true saviour once he studied you up close, concluding that you werenât just some mirage but in fact his real-life friend from years ago who could possibly rescue him from this Christmas party fuck up.Â
And so he didnât waste a single, valuable moment, because you know what they say, âcarpe diemâ, oh captain my captain.Â
âY/N Y/L/N? Is that you?â
Your surprised eyes snapped towards the oddly familiar low voice, eyebrows shooting up once you resgitered just who exactly said your name. You seemed to be in the same disbelief as Taehyung, himself utterly grateful youâd actually recognized him.Â
âOh my God, Kim Taehyung?â
âYeah, itâs me.â Taehyung laughed shyly. âDamn, how long has it been? 5? 6 years?âÂ
â6 years, yeah.â You confirmed with a smile. âSince graduation.âÂ
âI canât believe that was 6 years ago, seems just like yesterday.â Taehyung couldnât wipe the stupid smile off his face remembering the chaotic party by the lake you all threw together, resulting in someone nearly drowning, Taehyung downing more alcohol than he ever had in his life, and you shamelessly shoving everyone into the water until you eventually capsized yourself.Â
Taehyung had to collect himself to coherently speak sentences again, nearly feeling his neurons incessantly firing off in his brain. âBut wow, when did you come back to town?âÂ
â3 months ago, I was transferred for work.â You informed casually, though your sweet smile was infectious. âWow, Iâm.. I canât believe I ran into you here.â You were honestly still shocked, marveling at the fact you somehow bumped into Kim Taehyung, the Kim Taehyung from high school. Â
The same Taehyung who teased you about being terrible at math, the same one who only ever brought strawberry jam sandwiches to school and God forbid someone ever took a bite. The same Taehyung who was the cute social butterfly everyone completely adored at school.Â
The same Taehyung you once liked. Â
âIt doesnât feel long indeed, but you look.. different.â You did a light scan of him, noticing just how how much taller, more handsome and manlier he appeared. It was reflected in the edge of his jawline, crisp face structure and broader upper body.Â
Quite frankly, he looked incredibly striking, almost intimidatingly so, and you could only think about when Taehyung used to appear a little scrawnier, lankier though still attractive all the same with his adorable eyes and plushy lips.Â
It was nearly daunting to see the gorgeous difference now.Â
âYou look different too.. good different.â He added with a smile as he looked you over, and it was pleasant to see he still had that same boxy smile, the same little creases at the corner of his eyes. Though instead now, his smile looked devilishly handsome, and it was hard to not trip over your own feet about it.Â
âYou too. Youâre so much taller now.â You commented, craning your neck just to converse with him.Â
âAnd youâre still short, huh?âÂ
Your mouth flew open, scandalized at the comment though laughed when he chuckled at your expression. âOh câmon, youâre still gonna tease me about how short I am? Itâs been six years, Taehyung.âÂ
âHey, donât think itâs not payback for all those times you lectured me about how âinhumanâ liking pineapple on pizza was. I still have your PowerPoint presentations saved.â Taehyung retorted through a laugh, remembering the way youâd really take the time to conjure up presentations just so he could be unconvinced of the preference.Â
âOkay, okay. You got me. Is there ever a way I could make it up to you... Assistant Curator Kim?â You read the lanyard that hung around his neck, inspecting it to see his ID photo along with his job title.Â
âAh,â Taehyung exclaimed, scrambling for the lanyard. âI was in a rush to get out of work so I left it on by accident.â Taehyung explained a little embarrassed, unhooking it from around his neck.Â
âWhy were you in a rush?â You knitted your eyebrows together, only asking out of innocent curiosity, though Taehyung lit up like a Christmas tree, knowing this was his golden opportunity and he was definitely going to take his chance.Â
âUh.. do you still remember Park Jimin and the rest of our friends?â Taehyung started.Â
âOh my God, of course I do! Youâre all still friends?â
âUnfortunately, yeah. I mean, even when we get tired of each other we know nobody else will put up with us, so weâre still close.â Taehyung snickered, remembering him and his friends were still the same 7 dorks from high school.Â
âAwh, I wish I could see them, we used to have so much fun together.â You pouted, shoving your hands into your pockets as you recalled amusing memories from years ago; stupid adventures to the lake by your school, chasing the sunset, knowing you probably incessantly bothered the owner of that one gas station you always visited.Â
âActually, the reason why I was rushing was because Jimin holds an annual Christmas Eve party, and this time around he made it a âbring-a-dateâ memo, and I kinda got too busy to remember.â Taehyung began scratching the back of his neck, a little shy considering he didnât really listen to Jimin when he shouldâve.Â
âOhh.â You nodded understandingly. âSo you forgot to get a date?âÂ
âYeah.â Taehyung confirmed, nodding with some disappointment in himself. âBut say, you mentioned a favour, right?â Taehyung eyed you knowingly, hand never leaving his neck as he forced himself to get the question out. âAre you doing anything on Christmas Eve?âÂ
You were a little taken aback, thinking you knew exactly where he was going with this, and also thinking it was a damn Christmas miracle. You remembered your unfortunate situation for Christmas Eve; your parents having booked a cottage for themselves considering youâd be working that day, though gladly enough your boss decided it was the most wonderful time of the year, so why the fuck would he keep people hostage at work?Â
It landed you with quite literally nothing to do on the joyous day, and excitement began to fill your chest already about your answer, though you composed yourself to appear normal.Â
âNo, actually. My parents are at a cottage together, so I was going to be home.âÂ
Taehyung couldâve been on cloud nine right about now, thanking God or whatever supreme being for answering his prayers. Youâd literally checked off his every requirement perfectly, and now all that was left was...
âWould you like come to Jiminâs party as my date? I know itâs only in 2 days and itâs really sudden, but Iâm kinda stuck right now and I promised Jimin I would come after finding someone, heâll probably kick my ass if I donât-âÂ
âIâd love to come.â You broke out into a grin at his adorable rambling, nearly giddy your assumption from before was exactly correct.
âWait, seriously? You mean that?â Taehyung asked in wonderment.Â
âWhy would I lie to you, Taehyung?â You chuckled at the endearing way his face was lighting up, trying to ensure he couldnât see the stars in your eyes as you looked at him. Â
âOh my God, you actually just.. saved my life.â Taehyung reveled, expression of utter gratitude.Â
âDonât mention it. Itâs all I can do after making you sit through 10 minutes of me berating you for liking fruit on pizza. Itâs still weird, by the way.âÂ
âHey, donât make me take your drink and ask you to jump for it.â Taehyung chastised, biting back a smile at the fact that you two still bickered like old times.Â
âFair point, so in two days, huh?âÂ
âMhm. Can I get your number, actually? Iâll send you the details tonight.â Taehyung began digging for his phone in his pocket.Â
âOh, yeah of course.â You agreed as you went for yours. You both huddled a little closer to exchange the digits, trading phones and adding your names into each otherâs contacts. It dawned a slight fuzzy feeling in your chest, getting a whiff of Taehyungâs masculine cologne and realizing in this proximity, just how incredibly ravishing Taehyung had in fact grown up, how much larger and broader he was in comparison to you.Â
That he was a man now, not the quirky little dork you once knew, and that thought alone caused something to momentarily alight inside you.Â
He was a man now.Â
âRemember when we only had iPods and had to talk through our land lines?â Taehyung took a trip down memory lane and grounded you back to Earth, returning your phone to you.Â
âAh yes, when technology was just expanding and us 90â˛s kids were always caught in the weird middle.â You reminisced as he chuckled, recalling the older days.Â
You were just finishing typing in your name for your contact, nearly clicking save until you decided to add the little bow emoji next to your name, handing Taehyungâs phone back to him.Â
âA bow?â Taehyung inquired, finding it cute.Â
âI deserve it, Iâm your little Christmas present under your tree, arenât I?â You flashed him a cute flower pose with a kittenish grin, the barista calling out Taehyungâs order just after.Â
Taehyung could only smile widely, endeared you still had that same playful charm. âYeah, you are.â He made for his drink and nabbed it, fixing his phone back into this pocket before addressing you. âIâve gotta get going. Iâll see you in 2 days, okay? It was seriously great meeting you again. Y/N.âÂ
âYou too, Iâll see you then!â You chimed with a wave as Taehyung began stepping away, almost turning from him until he suddenly called out to you one last time, just about through the door. Â
âThank you again, Y/N, I owe you, my Christmas present!â He shouted his last words through a stupid smile, you returning the same one as a welcome before Taehyung exited the shop.Â
And you couldnât stop yourself from breaking out into the goofiest grin then, cheeks hotter than you remembered. You were glad Taehyung was still the same charismatic, easily lovable person from high school, the same charm and adorable impishness about him.Â
Only now, he was all grown up and matured, no longer the slightly awkward, though heartfelt kid who liked stealing your history notes. And you became a little afraid feeling the same flutter in your heart from 6 years ago, curious if it was just a momentary lapse upon seeing him again, or signaling the ignition of an old flame it took you years to forget.Â
Taehyung : remember to bring your competitive side today ;)
You :Â omg, what did jimin plan?Â
Taehyung : youâll have to wait and seeÂ
Taehyung : jiminâs a creative one, remember?Â
You :Â how could i forget? iâm never forgiving him for making me spend 3 hours writing calligraphy for that anthro project đ
Taehyung : man, the guys are gonna love seeing you again
Taehyung : be there in 5!Â
You : gotchu!Â
You hated that you smiled so stupidly at your screen, never having forgotten the fluttery feeling Taehyung always managed to manifest in your stomach.
You clicked your phone screen off and checked over your outfit for the umpteenth time, wanting to look good not only for Taehyung (though that was the primary reason) but also for the rest of the crew. Itâd seriously been too long since you last saw each other, having always been up to dumb shenanigans in high school though sadly parting ways after graduation.Â
It was only inevitable with everyoneâs future plans being so dissimilar, you having gone down the road of law and miraculously scoring a scholarship to a prestigious university a few towns over, spelling your departure from your beloved childhood city and therefore, goodbye to everyone you knew.Â
You were glad the boys managed to remain so closely-knitted despite their different paths; Taehyung having clearly acquired a job at a museum considering his love for art. Last time you remembered, Jimin was an aspiring dancer, Hoseok was a natural at hospitality, Seokjin always rambled on about acting, Jungkook was gifted with a camera, Namjoon adored books and Yoongi wouldnât trade music for the world.Â
It was bittersweet recalling such memories, having to leave behind everything you knew to pursue your own dream. Bitter, though sweet knowing you had larger than life opportunities awaiting you. It was precisely what landed you your current job, working comfortably at a high-status law firm albeit stealing very much of your time.Â
It was perfect, nonetheless, since the main office was located back home and you had just been transferred 3 months ago, finding your way back 6 years later. You didnât know if the boys were still in town, had no real clue where their lives went with only stray social media posts indicating they were still alive and healthy.Â
So running into Taehyung all of a sudden? It made you more than glad, remembering not only your fun times together as a group, but your comfortable friendship with him, and the undeniable feelings youâd developed overtime.Â
Suffice to say, you both were quirky yet cute, and you made perfect sense. Not only did it land you two a supportive relationship full of laughs and teasing, but also numerous instances where someoneâs actions or behaviour became suggestive, questioned the borders of actual friendship between you though nobody willing to take the leap, and it left all your friends inquiring exactly when you two would start dating.Â
Though that was the sad part, you never did. And the reason why? You have no real clue. It simply never dawned on you to express your feelings towards Taehyung in fear of him not feeling the same, thinking your crush was just a phase and youâd eventually view him as a friend again, a process of denial you repeated for the 4 grueling years of high school.
Though the second you realized youâd have to say goodbye so soon, with the possibility youâd never see him again, you realized Taehyung was the one boy you truly loved, and sometimes questioned if you still did.Â
It hurt to have to hug him one last time before you disconnected, remembering the way you cried having to part from everyone, and Taehyung held you against him until your eyes dried, waving an innocent goodbye before you rounded the corner of your street and disappeared forever.Â
To this day you havenât got a clue if Taehyung ever felt the same, always chalking up his little lingering touches, hugs and double entendres to his naturally flirtatious and outgoing nature. It hindered your ability to say anything, thinking over the years maybe your non-confessional departure was an enormous mistake.Â
So when you heard the doorbell of your apartment ring, in the five minutes Taehyung promised, your heart couldn't help but leap at the thought youâd see him again, meet all your old friends and spend an entire festive, fun-filled night with them.Â
You made for the door without a second thought and pulled it ajar, meeting Taehyungâs somehow more stunning self all ready to go. Heâd decided today to dress with a tan plaid coat, black turtle neck poking out from underneath paired with black slacks to match; and you realized Taehyung definitely invented the all-black look.Â
Sources? You.Â
You almost gawked, his hair set to reveal some forehead though curl just before his eyebrows, and it was evilly handsome. He was evilly handsome.Â
You remembered he was standing right in front of you, thinking a good moment has passed since you uttered anything, a warm smile as you addressed him. âHi.âÂ
âHi.â He greeted back, scanning over you, and you didnât miss the way his eyes lingered for a second on your legs. Youâd gone for your same gray coat, though surprisingly with an all black outfit underneath as well, cute wrap around dress with a v line dipping just generously enough, all paired with pantyhose.Â
Who cares about a little cold when you want to look cute anyway, right?Â
âWeâre matching, itâs cute.â He complimented, his smile just a little impish as it met your chest momentarily though flashed back up to you.Â
âI guess youâre cute too.â You shrugged, nearly hiding your face under his scrutiny.Â
âWe should get going, mâlady. Jiminâll chew my head off if Iâm late too.â Taehyung feigned a sophisticated tone, turning aside and holding out his arm for you to loop like a gentleman.Â
You chuckled just a little and clutched your side bag, hooking onto his arm as you switched the lights of your apartment off and shut the door behind you.Â
âNow would the kind sir tell me what weâre doing today?â You inquired as Taehyung began walking you down the hallway, peering at his God-like side profile. âYouâve been so mysterious about it.âÂ
Taehyung clicked his tongue disapprovingly. âNow whatâs the point of a surprise if I tell you?âÂ
âBut why is it a surprise? Donât tell me itâs something ridiculous like rock climbing.â You playfully scolded, trying to keep up with his long strides as he led you towards the elevator.Â
âMaybe itâs just to see the way your face will light up when you find out.â Taehyung suggested with narrowed eyes as he looked down at you, you staring back at him in scrutiny until you both snickered.Â
And as you entered the elevator arm in arm with him, maybe you felt that same skip of your heartbeat from years ago.Â
âHoly shit, Y/N Y/L/N? Is that you?â Jiminâs face was utterly surprised, his warm, puppy eyes you remember too well wide as he held the door open.
âOf course it is, Park Jimin!â You cheered as you held your arms out for a hug, his gentle arm wrapping around your torso as he beamed.
âThe guys are not gonna believe this, I gotta tell emâ. Come in, come in!â Jimin ushered you and Taehyung inside, redirecting his attention to the beautiful, open space condo he called his humble abode. âGuys! Come to the front, look whoâs here!â
You and Taehyung were propping your boots off when people eventually came piling into the front foyer and responding to Jimin absentmindedly. All were similarly unsuspecting their eyes widened when landing on you, sounding the next slew of hilarious commentary youâd missed too damn much.Â
âNo way, is that Y/N?â
âHoly fuck, Y/N?â
âY/N, we thought you left town, when did you come back?â
âTaehyung, how the hell did you find her?â
âEven better, how the fuck did he get her to come as his date?â It was Jungkook who made the quip that elicited everyoneâs snickering, yourself simply overwhelmed by the amount of memories that came back just by the sound of their quite manlier now, though familiar voices.
They all still had the same charming features, each of them reminiscent of their teenaged selves, but the difference? Now they were polished into captivatingly good-looking men you were baffled to even know at this point.Â
âOh my God, itâs been 6 years, just let me hug you guys!â You excitedly gestured for them to come to you, friendly smiles all around as you embraced and reunited.Â
âJungkook, why wouldnât she agree? You trying to say something?â Taehyung didnât let the earlier insult go, eyebrows quirked as he retorted.
âDude, Y/N has always been out of your league.â Yoongi added.
âAnd honestly, now sheâs even more out of your league.â Seokjin joined the teasing and it erupted another bout of cackling from the group, you only left to shyly scrunch your nose and giggle.
âOkay, okay, letâs move from standing here, yeah? Thereâs a party and 6 years worth of catching up to do!â Jimin chimed, chastising everyone huddled by the corridor and allowing you and Taehyung to settle into the home.
Jimin was still the meticulous perfectionist you knew back then, his home adorably charmed with Christmas decorations that made his place feel incredibly warm. His pretty Christmas tree in the corner with some gifts wrapped underneath, his fireplace adorned with pretty stockings, even the small trinkets scattered around were reminding your sadly adult-self that it was indeed Christmas, and itâs meant to be jolly.Â
It automatically created an atmosphere of festivity, and catching sight of the dates each friend brought moving about, it only felt more like the holidays with 14 people occupying the home.Â
You were marveling with a wide smile at the scene before you, everyone moving back into the house to resume what they were previously doing until you suddenly felt someoneâs hands hook onto the neck collar of your jacket from behind. You whirled around in an instant with seeking eyes, viewing the culprit was none other than the only owner of the largest, most slender hands you still found incredibly attractive.
Goddamn you.
âSorry, Iâll just take your jacket for you.â Taehyung realized he may have startled you.Â
âOh!â You exclaimed, hurriedly shredding off the layer not having noticed you were still wearing it. âI could put it away myself though, give me yours.â
You reached for Taehyungâs jacket in his hands, though he immediately jut the jacket further away from you in protest. âNo, no. Youâre my date, Iâm taking it.â
âBut Tae-â
âHey, youâre my present, remember? You deserve it.â Taehyung mimicked you from your exchange at the coffee shop, you ultimately acquiescing as a result.
âFine.â You rolled your eyes playfully, though a laugh was pulling at you all the same. âWhat would you be, though?â You asked out of curiosity. âIf Iâm the present, what are you?âÂ
Taehyung toyed with your question in his thoughts until he chose the perfect answer, lips growing into a smirk as he drew closer to your face a little. âThe one who gets to open it up.â
Something shot through you that was alarming, his cocked eyebrow indicative he was being suggestive, and you played it off with a scoff. âItâs not even Christmas morning yet, and I know youâre just the goodest little boy on Earth whoâd wait until he can open his presents.â You clasped your hands together, condescendingly feigning innocence.Â
âOr maybe you just never got to know, Y/N.â Taehyung then suddenly leaned down much closer to your face, inches from you as he looked into your eyes. âI havenât always been a good boy.âÂ
Taehyung was boring something undistinguishable into you, though the double meaning of his words left apparent heat in the air between you.Â
And here it fucking was again, those same double entendres Taehyung had always shot your way though you always took it as him simply fooling around, so you always joined in with your own jokes, assuming the same approach now. Â
âHmm, weâll see about that, Good boy. Santaâs watching.â You countered as you patted his chest sarcastically, causing Taehyung to stand to his full height biting his lip.Â
He stared at you for a moment before walking away, noticing how long his legs were and the unfair curve of his ass, and you suddenly gained a new feature of his to ogle at. He eventually disappeared and you breathed, temporarily forgetting you had a dumb habit of holding your breath whenever he was so close; his piney with a hint of ocean breeze cologne having been left behind, and hitting you like a truck just as much as his all black outfit did.Â
God fucking dammit.Â
You decided to ignore your intrusive thoughts and waltz into the party instead, grabbing yourself a drink and eventually making your way towards some of the boysâ pretty dates. It was refreshing to feel the presence of women, thanking the Heavens they were all relatively sweet and amicable.Â
Conversation always came easy to you, what with being a lawyer who has to be a master with words anyway, so it wasnât difficult to not only befriend some of the girls, but also reconnect with the boys merrily, Taehyung by your side.Â
âY/N, how dare you not contact any of us about coming back?â Hoseok asked, a little upset timbre in his tone.Â
âYeah, Iâm actually a little hurt you ended up coming with Tae of all people. After all the books I shared with you?â Namjoon feigned disappointment, a hand to his heart in near heartbreak.Â
âDude, whatâs wrong with her coming with me? Not my fault you gave her boring ass books.â Taehyung defended.
âTae, youâd steal her history notes for fuckâs sake.â Namjoon countered with narrowed eyes.Â
âGuys, itâs been years. I just thought itâd been too long, so I didnât say anything.â You stopped them, sadly remembering the way communication dwindled out the more you all progressed in your life.Â
âLook, youâre always welcomed, Y/N. You think Iâd forget the girl who pulled an all-nighter just to edit my shitty final essay for English? I told you Iâd write your name on my damn tombstone when I got an 80.â Seokjin laughed with a glass of eggnog, though supportive in his remark and it made you reminisce.Â
âI have no clue to this day how you passed English on just Sparknotes. Jungkook hated English more than you and he still managed to actually read 1984.â You chastised him like old times, though now it was a memory that brought a smile to your face.Â
âLook, I wasnât interested in knowing the asshole motives of Big Brother and the 3-minute hate speech.â Seokjin defended himself.Â
â2-minute, and it was still a good book.âÂ
âYouâre telling me 60 pages of that dumb manifesto Winston found was good?â Taehyung perked up with crossed arms, quirking his eyebrows at you in incredulousness. Â
âOh câmon, you learn the entire history of the Party and all their bullshit.âÂ
âAnd youâre still a nerd, I see.â Taehyung ticked his head to the side with his snarky remark.Â
âOh shut up, I got a better mark than you on the final essay anyway.â You rolled your eyes.Â
âDoesnât take away from the fact that youâre a nerd.â Taehyung countered.Â
You gave a disapproving, scrutinizing look as you marched your way over to Jiminâs Christmas tree, comically gesturing to the Balsam Fir beside you. âIâm literally your Christmas present under the tree, Taehyung, you have to be nice to me.â You chastised him though it only made the boys looking on crack up.Â
âY/N, youâre still hilarious as fuck.â Hoseok was lighting up with laughter, his pretty giggles sounding in a way that honestly made you giggle in the end too, Taehyung only letting up because you were just so you, and it tugged at his heart strings.
âSpeaking of Jungkook from earlier, where is he? I just remembered the math notes he owes me his life for.â You perked up, gauging his presence around in the condo.Â
âHeâs over there eating the chocolate chips, yah, Jungkook! Stop it!â Seokjin scolded from across the room where Jimin and Yoongi were bustling about in the kitchen, and you became confused hearing the mention of chocolate chips.Â
âChocolate chips? I mean, Iâm not complaining, but thatâs quite the eccentric choice for party food.â You held up your hands in mock surrender.Â
âOh, Taehyung didnât tell you? Itâs for the competition later.â Namjoon informed, though you only furrowed your eyebrows.Â
âCompetition?âÂ
âYeah, baking competition. Jimin planned a coupleâs one for his mistletoe theme. Iâm beating all your asses, by the way. Iâm a genius at decorating.â Hoseok folded his arms with a self-satisfied expression.Â
âPlease, my girlfriend and I hold weekly bake-offs, watch yourselves, losers.â Seokjin calmed everyone down with his own greatness, you simply becoming beyond excited.Â
You turned to Taehyung in an instant, expression completely telling of wonder as you inquired with a high-pitched tone. âTae, you didnât tell me we were having a baking competition, thatâs so cool!â You beamed, elatedly looking towards Jimin and Yoongi preparing ingredients. Â
âTaehyungâs a cryptic one, remember?â Namjoon joked, trying to stifle a laugh with a hand over his mouth, and Taehyung immediately defended himself.
âShut up, hyung.â He sounded offended, though the smile tugging at his lips indicated after years of friendship, heâd never actually grow vexed at his admirable friend.Â
Taehyung then met your eyes, smile growing more apparent, warmer. âI told you it was to see the way your face would light up, didnât I?â He tilted his head to the side then, eyes playfully studying you as he confirmed his observation. âYup, your eyes totally still sparkle the same.âÂ
You couldnât help but fill with another wave of fuzziness, feeling as though Taehyung always knew how to make your insides all giddy, and maybe even thinking whatâs so wrong if your feelings really were coming back?Â
You could only smile sheepishly at him, the rest of the boys knowingly watching the two of you like they have for years, everyone only falling out of the trance of the moment when Jiminâs voice called out from the kitchen. Â
âAlright Martha Stewarts, whoâs starting the ass-kicking?âÂ
âHyung! Thatâs not fair, you canât steal from us!â Jungkook scolded him as you watched the mania in front of you, Seokjin and his girlfriend Sa-Ha vs. Jungkook and his date Mira. It was becoming devastatingly hilarious, both teams only having 1 minute left until their cookies had to be plated in tip-top shape, all scrambling to create the best-looking ones.Â
âI can and I will, you stole from us first!â Seokjin rebutted him, Jimin raising his voice to signal how much left time was.Â
â30 seconds you guys, make it count!â And it was another catastrophic seconds until the timer went off, both teams exhausted and complaining all the same about their hard time fueled by Jin and Jungkookâs endless bickering.Â
It was laughs for the few of you looking on, waiting your turns until Jiminâs date Song-i chose from the hat of pairings, your eyes going wide once she called out your name with Taehyungâs against Hoseok and his date.Â
âOh my God, Tae, thatâs us!â You grabbed his arm alarmed, seeming nervous and it caused him to look at you.Â
âWhy are you so nervous? Weâll do great.âÂ
You scoffed at him in protest. âTaehyung, you did horrible in home ec, weâre gonna lose!âÂ
âHey, Iâll make you jump for the ingredients, have some faith, will you?â Taehyung retorted, grabbing you by your hand and dragging you over to one of the two counters Jiminâs grand condo had to offer.Â
âWeâre taking you guys down on decorations, Iâm a genius.â Hoseok gloated from his counter, tying his apron as he eyed you.Â
âI have a curator on my team, Hobi, weâre beating you.â You scrutinized him with an angry pout as he stuck his tongue out, you whirling back around to adjust your apron.Â
âOkay everyone, aprons on?â Jimin inquired, you having put on yours though watching Taehyung struggle with figuring out the apparently rocket-science contraption.Â
You sighed with a laugh until you grabbed it from his hands, helping him out. âItâs like this, Tae.â You got on your tippy-toes to situate the apron around his neck as he bent down for you, the contrast of your heights always having made Taehyung a little weak.Â
He was only left to watch you as you fixed the apron onto him, finding himself not even watching anymore, but straight up gazing, admiring.Â
Admiring the way your eyes were always in a state of perpetual sparkle, your small lips he never forgot the amount of times he contemplated kissing, your dress revealing your collarbones and chest that beckoned for him to just tear it off, all weakening him even more so.
What made him even weaker, however, was noting the way youâve matured into a woman after 6 years.Â
A very beautiful, attractive woman.Â
Your body had always been art to him, but now you were polished into a masterpiece he desired to adore, run his hands all over. Your face structure was more evened out, hair set to fall elegantly upon your shoulders and neck so utterly inviting it all added a sense of sexy maturity to you.Â
It was distracting, Taehyung venturing off on the thought you were a woman now, not the innocent, sweet nerd he once knew, and it constantly began to rack his brain when he felt something course through his veins about it.Â
Because you used to be so painfully innocent, so naturally a girl next door he couldnât help but want to taint sometimes, to ruin and unravel for his own. He could even feel it with every time your smaller hands touched his body as you worked the apron guilelessly, wanting to snatch up your wrists instead and do unspeakable things, especially with that fucking dress on his mind.Â
What made it all worse is that Taehyung could tell you only acted guileless, and never actually were. You also made your own suggestive comments, always caught his drift and he could tell you werenât the innocent little thing you appeared to be.Â
 Taehyung was so completely lost he heard you suddenly calling his name.Â
âTaehyung, are you listening?âÂ
He blinked. âHuh?âÂ
âYou have to listen to what I say, okay? Just follow my instructions and weâll win against them.â You made little fists in the air to encourage him, Taehyung mimicking the action.Â
âY-yeah. I will, letâs do this.â You turned around after smiling sweetly, fixing some of the utensils on the counter and completely unsuspecting of Taehyungâs thoughts.Â
That even after 6 years apart, after thinking heâd successfully forgotten about you, there was still something that pulled at his heart every time he saw you smile, every time you were ever near him.Â
And he came to the conclusion maybe his feelings really havenât changed from 6 years ago.Â
âTaehyung, can you pass me the butter, please?â You asked urgently, whisking away at your bowl of almost-there cookie dough with Taehyung hovering around you as he watched.Â
âGot it.â He returned with some of the butter, you struggling to scoop some of it until Taehyung reached out for the block. âHere, let me do it and you whisk.âÂ
âNo, youâll end up putting in too much. Let me do it.â You nudged him with your elbow, picking at the butter.Â
âBut youâre already whisking, just let me take it out.â Taehyung protested as he reached, though you blocked him right away. Â
âNo, Tae, remember we decided Iâm on baking and youâre on decorating?âÂ
âYour job is way harder than mine and Iâm useless right now, let me at least whisk.â Taehyung grabbed for the bowl until you snatched it away from him, already done with scooping the butter when the action caused some of the flour to fly up on your dress, gasping scandalously.Â
âTaehyung!â You whined, Taehyung scrambling for a quick apology.Â
âOh fuck, Y/N, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean-â Taehyung almost completed until a splash of flour went hurtling onto his shirt, causing him to look down with his mouth agape. âYou did not just throw flour on my black turtleneck.âÂ
âYou got flour on my black dress first, you tree.â Your eyebrows were set hard as you scolded him, still loosely whisking away at the cookie dough.Â
âIt was by accident, you half-pint.â Taehyung rebutted, trying to bat the flour off himself.
âThen mine was an accident too.â You mocked him, unsuspectingly whisking again when flour suddenly hit your chest, offended to find Taehyung snickering with it all over his hand.Â
âThat was an accident, too.âÂ
âYouâre so...â You huffed out as you placed the bowl down and grabbed your own handful of flour, just about to throw it on Taehyung when is large palms came up to snatch your wrists, forcing your arms back as he snickered.Â
âTaehyung, this is unfair!â You complained, struggling against his hold.Â
âItâs an accident.â Taehyung mimicked with a genuine laugh watching you scramble in his hold, until the smile wiped off his face shortly after when you simply released the flour from your palm and it spilled all over his turtleneck.Â
Your cheeks puffed up trying to contain your laughter, Jiminâs own giggling fit sounding and you remembered he was monitoring the competition. âTaehyung, you dumbass, you had that shit coming.â He held his stomach, entire body laughing at his best friend.Â
You were giggling along with Jimin until Taehyung had had enough, licking his lips with mischief.Â
âThatâs it, come here.â He then spun you around and engulfed you with his arms from behind, holding you snug to his chest as you tried to escape him alarmingly, knowing what Taehyung was going to do next.Â
âTaehyung please, wait, I beg of you, donât!â And it was already too late when you felt his long fingers begin to tickle at your sides, your incessant protests melding with giggles along with his beautiful laughter filling the kitchen.Â
You continued to fight against his hold, the constant feather-like touches making you reel and breath leave your lungs. âTaehyung, stop! Oh my God,â you struggled through a laugh while he nuzzled his face into your hair. âIâll die, Taehyung, please!âÂ
âNope, this is what you get.â Taehyung continued his onslaught as he held you tighter, you beginning to acquiesce in order to reason with him. Â
âOkay, okay, look. Weâre running out of time!â You tried controlling your laughter, tears pricking at your eyes as you tried to calm down. âWe have to beat Hobi and Ah-yeong or else weâll lose!âÂ
His amused voice sounded near your ear, still reprimanding you. âIâll only stop if you say sorry.âÂ
âAlright, Iâm sorry!â You were grabbing at his wrists for release. âI didnât mean it, just stop tickling me!â You protested with a giggle until you felt his fingers rest, rather exchanging it for simply encasing you.Â
âGood girl, youâre getting on Santaâs nice list.â Taehyung joked.Â
You could only sigh as you resupplied oxygen to your lungs, moving towards the bowl. âOkay, letâs get back to work before we lose.â You puffed out air, breaths levelling as you returned to the counter and grabbed the whisk and bowl, only to find Taehyung hadnât retracted his arms yet.Â
He instead remained behind you, reaching for the utensils in your hands, his large ones grasping them along with you and the contrast of his broad body enclosing your smaller one made you feel something in your core.
Your eyes widened in surprised when his head unexpectedly found your shoulder, resting his chin there as he peered down at the bowl before you, you sputtering. âTaehyung, w-what are you doing?â
âHelping you, is there a problem?â The deep cadence of his voice was just by your ear, dangerous for your health.Â
âN-no. But itâs okay, Iâm fine on my own-âÂ
âNope, this is the least I can do for you..â Taehyungâs tone seemed to trail off suddenly, having calmed down from his laughter and you found him speaking in earnest. âYouâre my Christmas present I dragged all the way here with me, remember?âÂ
You could only smile sympathetically as you looked to your side, eyes welcomed by his gorgeous side profile on full display just centimeters from you. It made you realize just how close he was, his warmth engulfing you and it caused little sparks to fly inside your chest. Â
âItâs not so bad, Taehyung. Youâre just a good boy who needed his little Christmas present.â You teased light-heartedly, proud of your remark until Taehyung suddenly turned towards your ear, ghosting the shell of it with an unexpectedly darker tone, low and down right gruff.
âIâm not always a good boy.â He stated it simply, though the hot baritone in his words oddly left your spine cold, freezing over even more when Taehyung then wrapped his arms entirely around your torso, pulling your back to his chest. He did it so tightly you could suddenly feel your ass pressed to his covered length, oddly contradicting how couple-like you two probably appeared and it was goddamn intoxicating.Â
You panicked at first but eventually basked in his hold, mustering the courage to speak with a suggestive tone. âIâm not always a good girl, either.âÂ
You threw it out there, cheeks slightly heating adding your own double entendre, though the way Taehyung suddenly tensed for a second had you feeling more confident, the puff of air he sucked in apparent.Â
The conversation only ended with a satisfied hum from Taehyung as he watched you bake, a nice rumble that reverberated from his chest and into your back, feeling an odd arousal spike all the way down to your toes.Â
It was already lethal with his pretty hands holding around your waist, the closeness an added thrill. It made your chest fill with something riveting, almost anticipatory of what all of this meant between you two, excited for wherever this night would truly go.Â
It wasnât long before it came time for Taehyung to plate and decorate the cookies, carefully placing his little embellishments he swore were the cream of the crop as you bickered with him, your incessant teasing resulting in you hugging him from behind while he worked.Â
And Taehyung knew he was doomed the second he felt your very obvious chest press into his back, his nerves pumping carnally as he then felt a side of him heâs always hid from you escape its reigns.Â
It was damn transparent Seokjin and his girlfriend would win, their exquisite baking and cooking skills having created masterpieces everyone dug into happily. Itâd won them the choice of what movie everyone would watch tonight along with a dinner that the losers, surprisingly not you and Taehyung, but Namjoon and his date would have to pay for.Â
Everyone was now seeking comfortable positions for the movie around the TV while you were last minute cleaning with Jimin in the kitchen, offering your help after the mess you and Taehyung made with your little flour mishap.Â
Taehyung had properly gotten rid of the flour on his sweater, now lounging on an armchair in the living room with his phone in hand. You felt yourself glancing towards him more than you shouldâve, reprimanding yourself each time though found yourself doing it nonetheless.Â
It was just hard to keep your eyes off him when Taehyung was the epitome of a Greek God, questioning how such a being is allowed to walk among us commoners. His chiseled jawline was far too handsome for his own good, his neck sculpted so perfectly it left you you wondering what it would feel like to mark him up all over, and the way his long legs were manspreading before him was so inviting the sight alone made you figuratively drool.Â
And fall even harder.Â
You didnât realize you were ogling until Jiminâs hushed voice pulled you out of your reverie. âYouâre staring.âÂ
You blinked. âWhat?âÂ
Jimin chuckled as he continued to wipe the counter one last time. âItâs been 6 years, why donât you just say something?âÂ
âThereâs nothing to say, Jimin.â You tried brushing him off, though Jimin didnât buy it.Â
âMy ass, Y/N. You really think after what happened in the kitchen thereâs nothing between you two?âÂ
âI donât know, itâs just how Taehyung is.â You concocted an excuse, deflating as you did so. Â
Jimin shook his head in disapproval. âItâs been like this since high school, Y/N, why didnât you just tell Taehyung how you felt?âÂ
You looked at him in earnestly before softening into a sigh, knowing Jimin was really the only person you ever spilled your feelings for his best friend to.Â
âBecause I was scared, Jimin. You know how hard it was for me to even admit it to you.â You answered with a quiet voice, scrapping the flour you threw at Taehyung into the garbage.Â
âBut Y/N, you two... the way you are. What were you so afraid of?â Jiminâs sweet, pacifying voice asked, clearly having been rooting for you both ever since you fessed up.Â
âRejection, Mimi. Even if weâre like that...â You trailed, thinking over your relationship with Taehyung. âWhat if itâs all only a joke on his end? Taehyung has always been naturally flirty.. and weâre friends. I donât think Iâm any different than a conquest.âÂ
Jimin understood your point, though made it his own to advise you otherwise, washing out the cloth in the sink. âY/N, thatâs only what you believe.â His eyes told you of genuine support, offering like the comfort fairy heâs always been. âJust because you believe something, doesnât make it true.âÂ
And that damn well hit home for you, realizing that maybe youâve really been in your head too much about this, overthinking by creating doubts and excuses in your head to subdue your fear of confessing to Taehyung, to avoid the hurt of rejection but possibly missing an entire opportunity.Â
âYou should tell him, Y/N. Itâs been long enough, youâll never know how he feels if you donât try.âÂ
You became apprehensive. âBut how do you know if heâll feel the same way?â Jimin could only chuckle to himself, his smile radiant as he found you the most innocent, yet funnily oblivious thing on Earth.Â
âLook at the way he acts around you, Y/N.â Jimin advised. âHeâs my best friend, and Iâve never seen him like that with anyone except you. Conquests are conquests, but youâre you, and thatâs different to him.âÂ
Your mind instantly went into a frenzy, thinking well fuck, Jimin is Taehyungâs best friend, and heâs telling you that all this time Taehyung has never really enacted the same behaviour and energy with anyone expect you? This whole time? What does he mean youâre different? Youâre.. different to him? Arenât you just his female friend heâs known since ninth grade, and so surely thereâs nothing but the added value of history there, right?Â
Right?
You were only left to digest Jiminâs words as you placed the dustpan back to its original spot, Jimin finishing up with the sink. The conversation ended there, Jimin guiding you back to the living room and nestling himself next to his date. You were distracted with Jiminâs suggestions until you walked into the space and realized there was nowhere for you to sit, the couples perfectly paired up and occupying all the available space.Â
Your entrance is what made Taehyung snap his vision to you from his phone, watching your confused face contemplating where to sit until he whispered to you, motioning towards himself on the armchair furthest from the screen and tucked behind the other couches. âY/N, come here.âÂ
You studied his placement, on a singular armchair with his lap very much open. You shivered at the sight, though protested in a hushed tone realizing the chair could really only fit him. âThereâs nowhere for me to sit.âÂ
Taehyung then spread his legs a little further apart and tapped his thigh, revealing some space for you to sit.. on him. âYou can sit here.âÂ
You were glad the lights were turned off, just so Taehyung didnât have to see the blush that rose to your cheeks when you answered. âUm, o-okay.âÂ
You then ambled over to him in front of the rather comfy looking armchair, thanking God everyone was too distracted bickering over Seokjinâs movie choice to pay attention to you both.Â
âAre you.. sure about this?â You managed to get out, mind going feral over the fact that one of your previous thoughts was actually manifesting itself, nearly chickening out.Â
âMhm, just sit on me.â Taehyung offered casually, his expression unreadable and ultimately making you doubt Jiminâs advice from before, realizing that Taehyung has always been a hard person to read, which is why you could never tell how he felt about you, shutting your trap about damn love confessions.Â
You didnât respond and rather tentatively made it to the take your seat, the seat that was Taehyungâs fucking lap. You placed your ass on his thigh with your legs thrown over him, angling yourself so that the temple of your head rested against his shoulder.Â
Though it proved to be lethal in seconds, his cologne now completely flooding your nostrils and the thin skirt of your dress leaving much of your clothed core feeling the muscle of his thigh.Â
You felt Taehyung tense underneath for a second as you adjusted the skirt of your dress over your own thighs, smoothing it over properly as your hands then clasped in your own lap.Â
Taehyung was glad you didnât have the ability to read his mind, because the second he realized everyone was naturally pairing up to cuddle with their dates, it would only mean you two would have to do the same. So when you paddled over, standing before him in that cute dress heâs been wanting to tear off you this entire party, he was more than thrilled to offer his lap as your seat.Â
But when you actually sat on him, your ass and hints of your core against his thigh with your tempting legs draped over him, he was continuously beginning to think dangerously, salaciously.Â
He tried to keep his breathing leveled, though the second he felt you adjust against him and your covered center press onto him, he knew he would never survive whatever fucking movie everyone eventually settled on.Â
When it finally began to play, Taehyung snaked his arms around your waist and held you to him, feeling your breath hitch for the tiniest second before you relaxed.Â
And it damn well thrilled him.Â
The movie was beginning to progress now, Taehyung and yourself in the same comfortable position until you yawned and snuggled more into him, a hand coming up to drape across his chest and head finding shelter closer into his neck.Â
Taehyung tensed again, feeling every breath you took with the weight of your smaller body on top of him, mind racing with thoughts he couldnât keep quiet anymore.Â
And especially when you shifted your ass a little against his leg, he twitched with something so much more carnal, blood pumping somewhere it shouldnât and this time, Taehyung didnât really feel like holding back anymore.Â
His hands suddenly faltered, his palms coming to singularly rest against one of your thighs, clasping it slightly. He knew there was nothing but your leg with only pantyhose as a barrier for your skin, sending currents through his veins thinking you could definitely feel his every touch.Â
You nearly jolted when Taehyungâs hands met the meat of your thigh, the placement shooting more arousal through you than it shouldâve.Â
You were calm until Taehyung suddenly inched his hand towards the inner part of your thigh, making your core clench and hand clutch his sweater to contain the electricity it sent.Â
Youâve always had such dirty thoughts about what Taehyungâs hands could do, the slenderness and length of his fingers always revving your imagination. So to have his fingers just on the inside of your thigh, sitting in his lap as he seemed to be teasing, was enough to send your brain spiraling.Â
Your scandalous thoughts made you shift against him to experimentally feel the friction, your core grinding against his thigh for a moment and Taehyungâs breath immediately hitched. His grip on you tightened and his hold tensed, had you suppressing the feeling of making a sound.Â
He slid more inward, closer to the prize he was seeking and you could only hide your face into the junction of his neck at the way your pussy felt butterflies. It made you squish your thighs together to feel something, and God fuck, was the tension between you two so searing you could feel it radiating off Taehyungâs body.Â
Itâs what made whispering slowly against him flow easily, quiet so as not to alarm anyone in the living room.Â
âI thought you were a good boy, Tae. What are you doing?â Your voice was sultrier than you planned, and it wasnât chastising him at all, rather teasing for something more.Â
You could only feel the rise and fall of Taehyungâs chest underneath you as he contained himself, the cuddling leaving you to feel his every micro-movement when he responded.Â
âI thought you were a good girl, what are you doing?â Taehyungâs voice was low and deep, the vibration coursing through your body and it only invited you to become hornier.Â
âGuess Iâm not a good girl after all.âÂ
Taehyung made a sound as though scoffing, dangerous in its tone.Â
âGuess Iâm not a good boy, either.â And just after, Taehyung inched his fingers even closer to your clothed core, making the slightest of contact on your slit through the material of your dress and you practically twitched in his hold, sucking in a breath as you clasped onto the fabric of his shirt.Â
âYou have no idea..â Taehyung suddenly spoke up, voice laden with something hungry, hot. âwhat Iâve always thought about doing to you.âÂ
You could only jolt in his lap, more of his cologne meeting your nose and it caused you to suppress a sound by stuffing your face into his neck. âWhat.. have you thought about?âÂ
Taehyung then suddenly cupped your sex over your clothes, making you grapple onto his neck and bite back a moan so hard you had to breathe through your nose.Â
âHow I want to ruin you.â Taehyungâs low baritone and rough palm rubbing teasingly against your now aching pussy left you gushing, arousal racking the bottom of your stomach you were almost afraid of how easy it was for him.Â
Your breath was shallower now, trying to compose yourself by egging him on. âYouâd want to ruin an innocent girl like me?â
âI know youâre not innocent, princess.â Taehyung asserted with the slightest growl to his tone, thankful your seat was positioned behind the rest of the others so nobody could see what was going on.Â
âOnly when it comes to you.â Your seductive voice beckoned lust to course through Taehyung, breathing out hot air. âWhat else?â You suddenly croaked out.Â
Taehyung hummed lowly into your ear, his palm smoothing over your cunt in ways that had you screwing your eyes shut. âHow I want to make you beg.â He purposefully pressed harder against your clit, had you scratching into the column of his throat. âMake you scream my name.â Â
You gushed your arousal even more, breathless with your words. âI bet you say that to everyone.â
Taehyung chuckled dismissively, dipping his head lower to whisper darkly into your ear.Â
âI only say that to pretty little things I want to ruin, and youâre the prettiest little thing I know.âÂ
Your breath came out in a weighty puff, sighing satisfyingly against him as you snaked your hand from his neck down to the hardening length in his pants. You grazed your palm over his clothes and he twitched almost violently, biting back his hiss with a strong grip against your thigh with his free hand. You grew proud, speaking up when it boosted your ego.Â
âIâd love to see you try.âÂ
And that was when the pads of Taehyungâs fingers pressed into your clothed cunt so euphorically you were seconds from letting out a moan, Taehyung cupping his palm over your mouth to silence you.Â
âShh.â Taehyung sounded by your ear. âCanât let everyone hear my girl, now can I?â He hushed you huskily, leaving you to sigh your arousal into his large palm and eternally grateful the movieâs volume was loud enough to mask your talking.
Taehyung then began the slowest circular ministrations on your clit, shooting continuous pleasure through your body as you clutched your hand onto his wrist holding your mouth, urgently trying to suppress moans he was easily milking out of you.Â
It felt like sparks, continuous sparks in your covered pussy as Taehyung rubbed against your folds, gliding down to your slit and teasing your throbbing hole.Â
The mere prospect of his fingers shoving inside you made you wet beyond comprehension, only digging little crescents into his forearm with muted moans. It was sickening how easily he had you turned on, how easily you were getting riled up by just his fingers, and so you mustered the strength to lightly stroke his cock over his pants as revenge.
Taehyung then put pressure against your clenching hole as punishment, shoving your face into his neck when he teased your entrance and squishing his hand between your thighs with his other urging them open.Â
âLook at you,â Taehyung growled. âall fucked out just by my fingers.â He whispered darkly into your ear, the vibration of his baritone voice once again sending you into overdrive. âTheyâre not even inside you yet.âÂ
The âyetâ had you restless, body grinding against him and this time it was Taehyung trying suppress a satisfied groan.Â
âIf my fingers have you like this, imagine my-âÂ
âOh câmon! Thatâs not even realistic!â Seokjin suddenly shouted at the screen, startling you and Taehyung.Â
âJin, calm down. Itâs just a feel-good Christmas movie.â Yoongi cautioned him.Â
âHow the fuck does the kid just free the burglar from the cop car? Itâs damn common sense.â Seokjin complained about the scene from Christmas with the Kranks, having been unsatisfied with the movie since the beginning.Â
âBaby, whyâd you choose this movie?â He whined to his girlfriend Sa-Ha, her feigning innocence as she defended herself.Â
âItâs almost over, Jinnie. Just sitand watch.âÂ
And thatâs when Taehyung ripped his hands off you, leaving you to breathe out ruggedly for a few seconds before your vision looked up at Taehyungâs, mutually shocked at what the fuck just happened.
Youâve never done something like that before, and as your scared sights looked back at each other, you could only think you were both under some sort of horney trance that swept you two into uncharted waters.Â
It made you divert your eyes from Taehyung immediately, your mind going blank.Â
Taehyung was left hard and extremely turned on, though began dissipating once he couldnât fathom he went that far with you so quickly, his brain having been clouded by lust he shouldâve kept in check.
And with the way you looked at him, panicked and snapping your vision away in an instant, he doesnât know if he just made a grave mistake.Â
You both became shameful, swallowing dryly as your attentions fixated back onto the screen, thinking about what just transpired.Â
There was this incessant feeling in both your chests contemplating there was something more, clearly more between you two.Â
And it was downright fearful.Â
âYah, why are you guys leaving so early? Câmon! Thereâs still half the eggnog left.â Seokjin pouted from across the room, sadly chugging his drink as the others hummed in agreeance.Â
âYeah, câmon guys. Itâs the holidays, letâs all spend it together, sleep over for the fuck of it!â Hoseok chimed in what you could tell was an inebriated state, practically swaying as he talked and the lilt in his tone ever-so cheery.Â
âUm, excuse me? Sleep over? Nobodyâs doing that.â Jimin shoot him down from where he stood near you and Taehyung, scolding his friends with crossed arms. âIf they want to leave theyâre allowed, we already made Y/N abandon her Christmas for us.âÂ
âItâs alright, Jimin. I missed you guys too, I wanted to come.â You offered sentimentally, hand touching his elbow to let him up and he eased.Â
âSince youâre officially back in town, weâre never leaving you alone again, Y/N!â Namjoon called out from the living room, engrossed in whatever was playing on the TV.Â
âYup, seriously not going to leave you alone.â Yoongi hummed with half-lidded eyes, near falling asleep on the couch.Â
âI still owe you for those math notes, expect me becoming your Genie for a day!â Jungkook called out from the kitchen, most likely munching on the treats everyone crafted during the competition earlier.Â
âOf course, Iâll see you guys! Merry Christmas!âÂ
âMerry Christmas!â Everyone cheered, their dates similarly adding on.Â
You then brought your attention back to Jimin, seeing you and Taehyung out as the wonderful host of todayâs party. âThank you for the party, Jimin, it was amazing.âÂ
âYeah.â Taehyung perked up next to you, apologetic he was so negligent of the party in the first place. âIt was seriously fun, Jimin, Iâm sorry I acted like it wasnât a big deal before.âÂ
âNah, donât sweat it.â Jimin casually waved him off. âDude, you could text me a Merry Christmas and Iâd be alright, you know us.â Jimin smiled reassuringly, right on your toes when Taehyung and yourself stepped into his front foyer. Â
You were both fixing on your shoes just before Jiminâs door when he spoke up again. âIt was great having you guys, and even better having you, Y/N, come here.â Jimin held out his arms for a warm hug, you returning it merrily. âYouâre always welcomed here with us, visit anytime you want.â
âThanks, Jimin, it really means a lot.â Your grateful eyes found his once you disconnected.Â
âWeâll get going now, thank you again, Jimin.â Taehyung for some odd reason placed an arm around your shoulder, pulling you two a little closer and you simply accepted the action, trying not to read into it.Â
âOf course.â Jimin replied. âThough one last thing, you remember the theme of this party, right?â Jimin asked you both, you and Taehyung similarly responded with knitted eyebrows.Â
âYeah?âÂ
âWell look up, lovebirds.â Jimin cocked his head upwards towards the ceiling, casually leaning against the corridor of his entrance when you and Taehyung glanced up, innocently viewing the little mistletoe dangling above your heads, eyes reflecting the realization of what Jimin was conveying.Â
âIâll leave you two alone.â Jimin added with a purposefully hushed, knowing tone. He was just about turning away until he called out in caution. âOh, careful driving, by the way. I just heard the snow got bad.â And with that, Jimin left nothing but his sweet cologne in the air when he disappeared.
You and Taehyung shuffled about a little, not exactly daring to exchange gazes when the air became all stuffy.Â
You were both mutually pondering what the absolute hell to do in this moment. Do you kiss? Do you not kiss? Do you awkwardly try to address what happened earlier after silently agreeing with your dicey body language to never speak of it again? Or hell, do you damn well take Jiminâs advice and just flat out tell him youâve always had feelings for him?Â
Wait.Â
Jiminâs advice.Â
It came back to you, thinking Jimin was actually extremely wise in what he said. You took to his words into consideration, studying some of the little things Taehyung did around you, from the things he uttered all the way down to the simple way he even looked at you, contemplating something, just something had to be there.
But then maybe, just maybe you could also chalk it up to his naturally flirtatious behaviour youâve always observed, always habitually affectionate with people and thatâs whatâs always made him so easily lovable in the first place, what made Taehyung a boy who was born to be loved.Â
And he was tricky, his expressions and feelings always indistinguishable with the composed, nuanced way he carried himself especially now, convincing you reading him was a lost cause.Â
Though as you glanced at Taehyung right now, visibly nervous, his usually schooled face and unreadable expression now indicating nerves, awkwardness you two have never really experienced between each other before, you decided maybe you should stop making excuses.Â
Stop avoiding signs and doubting his every move and burying your feelings so deep underground, that maybe you should just fucking take your leap of faith already.Â
So you stepped closer to him, your figure almost laughably smaller compared to him, and watched as his pretty eyes brightened in surprise at you.Â
It only took a few seconds, for your lips to curve reassuringly, for your soft hands to cup his face delicately against the edge of his sharp jaw. To get on the tip of your toes and bring your lips to Taehyungâs, pressing a heartfelt kiss to mouth.Â
A kiss so very soft and tender, it was like teenagers kissing for the very first time, and it made you giggle on the inside, thinking thatâs exactly how your entire ordeal has felt like; your two teenage selves trying to navigate whatever feelings lied between you.Â
Taehyung was shocked, having been silently berating himself for being too bold too quickly and thinking his abandonment of chivalry in that instance was wrong, the air between you having been tainted with a sense of unspoken, though apparent awkwardness for the rest of the party.Â
But now, now you were kissing him, and for the first time, his insides leaping at just the prospect. It felt like a damn dream, though the press of your mouth against his confirmed it was in fact real, that it was gladly his sweet reality.Â
That after years of imagining what it would feel like, heâs kissing the girl heâs loved since the second he saw her hair glow in the rays of the sunset, the minute he realized she wasnât just pretty, but beautiful to him, the hour heâd witness the moonlight kiss her skin when she stayed up with him on sleepless nights, leading all the way up to the year he realized sheâd leave him, so soon, so fucking soon it absolutely crushed him.Â
And Taehyung wouldnât admit it you, but your departure left his heart ravaged for quite possibly years, continuously overthinking how different things wouldâve been if he just told you. Told you how he felt, told you that behind every innuendo, behind every hug, every tease, every stupid smile he flashed your way, that there was love behind it all.Â
Pure, unadulterated love.Â
He regretted it for months, for years thinking heâd truly lost the greatest opportunity in his life having let you go without protest, without fighting for you like he shouldâve.Â
It hurt, it hurt until heâd eventually grown accustomed to the ache in his heart whenever he saw that same plaid pattern on anyone else, reminded of the jacket you wore to school everyday. The way he found himself subconsciously comparing nearly every girl he dated to you, how on rainy days and quiet nights, he sometimes wondered where you were, what you were doing, if you were awake at this time of night like he usually was, remembering the way the moonlight always seemed to love you, just like he loved you.Â
And he still did, Taehyung thought. He still loved you, now feeling your lips kiss him, your adorable height making you tippy-toe, the gentle way you held his face comforting.Â
Your lips then disconnected, Taehyung seeing your gaze was warm, something so reminiscent of affection, adoration in your eyes, and he thought in that one, singular moment that maybe, just maybe...Â
You loved him too.Â
âFuck, this snow is bad.â Taehyung swore as he gauged any clear path of the road ahead.
âI hate to admit this, but the group was right. It was probably better staying at Jiminâs.â You sighed, worried about the amount of damn white you were seeing blanket the world outside.Â
âI thought if we left early we could escape it, but shit, mother nature is always so fickle.â He complained.Â
âItâs her charm, unfortunately.â You shrugged, realizing there was truly no way for you to get home now. âItâs early too, the snow ploughs wonât clear the roads just yet.â There was suddenly a concerned lilt to your tone as you peered ahead, gripping Taehyungâs arm and it grabbed his attention. âItâs getting dangerous too, Tae. I donât want you driving in this.âÂ
Taehyung was glad he had the gifted ability of hiding his emotions, because right now he wouldâve been embarrassingly over the moon. He smiled back to you reassuringly, then contemplated an alternative.
âWould you.. rather come to my place?â Taehyung inquired, biting his lip once he realized he stupidly stuttered.Â
You blinked. âWhat?âÂ
âWell, my place is much closer, and itâd be less dangerous driving there. You can just stay until they clear the roads.â Taehyung relayed casually, expectant eyes on you as his hands tapped against the steering wheel.Â
Your face slowly turned into an appreciative smile, taken aback by his act of kindness, but also felt something exciting tickle the bottom of your stomach.Â
âSure, Iâd love that.âÂ
Taehyung shut the door of his apartment as you removed your boots, shredding stray snowflakes off his jacket when he spotted similar ones on yours, his hands naturally jutting out to rid the tiny icicles off you.Â
You turned around at his touch, thanking him and he smiled a welcome back. Heâd taken your jacket just like before and tucked them away into his closet, gesturing towards his living room for you to get comfortable.Â
âMake yourself at home, do you want water or anything?âÂ
âYeah, actually. Water would be nice.â Taehyung nodded as he made for his kitchen, you tucking the skirt of your dress underneath you as you took your humble seat on his couch.Â
His home was so painfully Taehyung, it had you smiling like an idiot he was still the same. The same introspective Taehyung who adored art and photography, the same Taehyung who absolutely hated shoes and you could tell just by the way he abandoned them earlier he still had the same habit. Even to the way his house reflected this artistic, calming, and nuanced feeling he similarly had.
It drew you to admire some of the pieces draping his walls, when Taehyung returned with a glass of water, handing it to you as he plopped down on the couch. âHere.âÂ
âThank you.â You took the glass, gulping down some of the liquid for your parched throat.Â
âYour apartment is nice.âÂ
âThanks.â
You then both sat in silence for a short while, tapping the edge of the glass in your hand as you scanned the rest of his charming home. The silence wasnât awkward considering the past events of today, just a silence in its definition.Â
âI still canât believe I ran into you at a coffee shop.â Taehyung suddenly remarked, looking off at his table in front with a smile tugging his lips.Â
You chuckled. âWhy? Too meet-cute for you?âÂ
âNo.â He chuckled too. âItâs just, I really thought it was the end when you left after graduation.â Taehyung paused for a poignant moment, air heavy with something as you watched him muster the courage to say something else.Â
âI thought Iâd never see you again.âÂ
He claimed it with such a sense of sadness, sense of longing that reminded you of how upset you also were that day, the rampant emotions that came crashing down realizing you were leaving behind an entire life.Â
âMe too.â You added with a similarly downcast tone. âI thought Iâd never see you again, either.âÂ
Taehyung then looked at you, eyes meeting your gaze. âIâm glad that wasnât true.â Something lingered behind his words, something incredibly thick and telling, though you deflected it with a joke to lighten the air.Â
âIâm glad you didnât delete my PowerPoints, either.â You snickered, hand coming up to cover your mouth, âI used to put a lot of work into them.â
Taehyung scoffed playfully, smiling through a chuckle as he responded. âI didnât have the heart to. You were so passionate about your hatred for fruit on pizza.âÂ
âI still am.â You added. âDo you really have them?âÂ
âYeah, I do. Let me show you.â Taehyung then pulled out his phone from his pocket, clicking away on the device as he scooted closer to you and leaned in, you similarly doing so and peering at a Google Drive folder of your wonderfully crafted presentations.
âOh my God, I thought you were joking.â You snorted, snickering at the hilarious folder name; âY/N says Fuck Hawaiian Pizza: the Sagaâ
âNope, couldnât delete them even if I was dared to.â Taehyung laughed with you, both of your eyes naturally falling as he shut off his phone, the conversation shifting.Â
âYou know, I never actually hated it that much.â You admitted sheepishly. âI just liked annoying you and wasting 5 minutes of your day with every presentation.âÂ
Taehyung looked scandalized at first, mouth falling agape until he ultimately let it go, admitting something of his own. âYou know, I never actually needed your history notes. I just liked being annoying about stealing them so you always had to chase me down.â Taehyungâs smile was suddenly impish, shy as he fixated on fiddling with his slender fingers.Â
âAfter all that running I always did after you too? Jheez, youâre the reason I have strong calves now.âÂ
âAnd youâre the reason Iâm really good at presentations now.â You both chuckled together, the old days coming back in bouts until your mood changed, remembering Jiminâs advice from earlier.Â
As you looked at Taehyung, while he didnât look at you, you could only help but find every reason in the world to listen to Jimin. Because Taehyung was Taehyung, he was the Taehyung that stole your heart with his boxy grin, the Taehyung who made every other man seem like an unappealing idiot you wanted nothing to do with, the same Taehyung whoâs heart was made of love, and you wanted nothing but to return to him the love he gifted the world.
Because you loved Taehyung, no matter how much youâll try to deny it, you still love him. All his smiles and giggles and soft hair and his sometimes coltish, though endearing ways of being himself. All his hard expressions and intimidating eyes and handsome looks and the way he holds a universe of stars in his old soul. Â
So your next words flowed, flowed more fluently than anything ever has in your life.Â
âYou know,â You paused, eyes faltering to the glass in your hand. âI think, for the majority of high school... I had a crush on you, but I never said anything because I thought you wouldnât want me.âÂ
And there came the silence, the piercing, God awful silence you were so afraid of and so sure was spelling your doom. You didnât dare look up from your glass now, downright terrified he was probably pulling the most confused face ever, and his silence was deafening. It had you contemplating the best way to jump out his window, he was only, what, 14 stories up? A human can survive a fall that high, right?Â
âYou wanna know something?â Taehyung suddenly broke the silence, his deep, dulcet voice sounding beautifully in his apartment, and your eyes widened the second he opened his mouth next.Â
âI think I was in love with you for the majority of high school, but I didnât say anything because I thought you never felt the same way.â And thatâs when everything clicked, when your eyes widened in revelation, when it suddenly felt like the 6 years you spent battling your feelings for him was nothing but a sad joke.Â
Because this moment, alone, made you realize you two had the same hearts all along.Â
âYou wanna know something?â You swallowed hard, eyes still on your glass as it shifted in your hand mindlessly. âI think... Iâm still in love with you.âÂ
You couldnât see Taehyung, because you didnât dare look at him at a time like this. You just sat there, breathing as leveled as you could until you felt Taehyung shift on the couch. Heâd moved closer, closing the small gap between you both, beckoning you to finally look at him and thatâs exactly what you did.Â
He spoke low, deep and low and it had your toes curling at just how proximal he was, his beautiful eyes gazing at you like you meant the universe and more to him.Â
And little did you know, you really did.Â
âI think..â He started, gripping the glass of water from your hands and placing it onto his coffee table. âIâm still in love with you, too.âÂ
And your heart was set ablaze in a matter of seconds, your tentative eyes finding Taehyungâs as he leaned in, large palms on either side of your body as he inched closer, closer, and closer, until all he could see were your lips, jutting his face forward until his lips just brushed yours.Â
You chased his mouth a little, fluttering your eyes shut and Taehyung couldnât help but smile before finally, finally pressing his lips to yours.Â
His mouth kissed you slow at first, slow and steady and it was intoxicating just like this. He constantly chased your lips, mouthing at them sensually and it was driving you insane, just the taste of his lips with a hint of wine on his breath shooting electricity to your core.Â
His hands moved to your sides, wrapping around your rib cage as he leaned you back onto the couch and laid on top of you. His body covered you as far as you could see, your dainty hands coming up to find his jawline and pull him against your lips fervently.
He slowly grew more passionate, smoothing over your sides as he mouthed for more of you, swallowing the little moans you made that vibrated through his body and it only revved is engine more.Â
Taehyung was taken, completely taken by how much he wanted you that he could only see you, could only think about all the dirty but soft and tender and passionate things he wanted to do to you.Â
One of his hands travelled underneath your thigh, pulling your leg up against him as he pressed his hips into your core, his hardening cock prodding you through his clothes once he started a gentle rocking motion.Â
Your hands travelled up his beautiful neck and tangled into his hair as you reciprocated. A slight tug left him groaning into your mouth, causing you to buck up into him harshly and it sent Taehyungâs mind into a dangerous place.Â
His breathing elevated against you, gripping your ribs so urgently it only made you pull him closer, arch your chest into his just so you could relish in the feeling. Your heart was thrumming in your chest, veins coursing with adrenaline so white hot it wasnât long before you were moving desperately with Taehyung and it fueled your horny nerves.
Taehyung suddenly disconnected his mouth from you, breathing so shallow his chest was rising and falling fast. He was only centimeters above as he looked down at you, his eyes boring into yours with such a prominent sense of longing, want, pure desire, it took him no time to speak.Â
âDo you know how long..â He took a breath. âIâve wanted to do that?âÂ
âDo you know how long Iâve wanted you to do that?â You replied, hands now smoothing over his shoulders to feel him, his body raging hot as he laid on top of you, looking at you like you were the only thing he ever wanted.Â
âFuck, weâre so stupid.â Taehyung quickly said before his mouth crashed onto yours. This time there was something carnal in his kiss, something urgent and hot and it only made you pull him closer for more.Â
His tongue began to lick over your lips, slithering inside your mouth and the taste of him was euphoric, making you tangle your tongue with his just to taste him over and over again, until it was safe to say your tongues were down each otherâs throats.Â
He kissed you sloppily, kissed until he was consuming you, his fingers digging into your thigh and side so fervently you knew thereâd be marks, and it made your spine shiver, even more so when he spoke again.Â
âThe minute.. I saw you in that dress..â He breathed out, kissing in between the exhaustion of his lungs. âI wanted to rip it off you.âÂ
You groaned desperately at his confession, wanting Taehyung in ways that were so utterly carnal, almost feral, your entire being wanting to consume every inch of him, lay a million kisses across his honey-coloured skin and hear his caramel voice whisper into your ear, and so it didnât take long for you to voice your desire.Â
âTaehyung..â You sighed, a satisfied lilt to your tone and it only lit Taehyung on fire.Â
âMm?â He hummed, licking into your mouth on a quest for everything inside, his hips now grinding into your clothed cunt so harshly he was practically dry humping you, and without a second thought you were moving yourself against him too, hands exploring his broad chest.Â
âTaehyung..â You were more urgent, and it made Taehyung grunt harshly. âRip it off me, Tae, unwrap me like you said you would.â You started harshly tugging at his offensive shirt, tracing the column of his throat as you relished in his delicious kisses.Â
And it all made Taehyung move so much harder, so much more roughly you were moaning into his mouth at the press of his hard, long cock against your aching core.Â
âRuin me, Taehyung.â You scratched your nails against his neck, swallowing him into your mouth as you talked. âI want you to ruin me.âÂ
âFuck,â Taehyung swore, his length beginning to prod you so much more apparently as you bucked your hips up into him, it was sending Taehyung down the proverbial hole. And when you let out another gorgeous moan of his name, he knew he was a goner.Â
âFuck, I canât do this anymore.âÂ
Taehyung then harshly grabbed your wrists and forced them against the couch in a single motion, eyes growing dark with heat radiating of his body in waves. He darted to the underside of your jaw and kissed hard, began mouthing at your skin until he travelled to the junction of your neck, sucking over the sensitive skin so rampantly it had you squirming underneath him, desperately trying to feel him against your core.Â
His pretty purple marks began blooming onto your neck, evidence of his raw desire for you, the years he spent longing for you. His teeth were nipping your skin, tongue licking over the bites as he pressed your wrists further into the couch the more you resisted.Â
You breath hitched when he moved to the slightly exposed valley of your breasts, making your nipples harden at just the prospect of his mouth travelling there. You began fighting his hold, causing you to arch into him as something dawned on you.Â
âTaehyung.. your shirt.â You whined, trying to manage the pleasure of his mouth canvasing your skin.Â
Taehyung left you for a mere second to shred off the annoying piece of clothing, tossing it aside as he returned to you urgently, your legs hooking around his torso as he came back to you.Â
His mouth was sucking hickeys onto your chest again when his hands began to smooth down your sides, so sensually purposeful until he reached underneath the hem of your dress, hooking onto the waistline of your pantyhose and panties, tugging teasingly.Â
Your core ignited at just his touch against bare skin, gushing as your hips harshly grinded against his body and your hands smoothed over the lean muscle of his body.Â
He yanked the pieces of clothing down the curve of your ass, proceeding to pull them past your thighs as you unhooked your legs to help take them off you.Â
The rush of the cold against your wet pussy lips made your breath hitch beautifully, one of Taehyungâs hands moving your skirt to let his large, warm palm cup your sex so pleasurably the contrast of the size of his hand and your little cunt sent you both ablaze.Â
âYouâre so small, think you can take me, good girl?â Taehyung breathed against your chest. âIâll fuck up your insides.â His baritone voice was dark and low as he warned you, sent arousal spiking through your nerves as you groaned.Â
âFuck up my insides, Tae.â You desperately moaned out, hands finding Taehyungâs hair as he continued to lay searing kisses to your hot skin, his fingers rubbing your dripping folds harshly. âI just.. I need you, Taehyung, so fucking badly.âÂ
âSay it again.â Taehyung hissed, exposing one of your bare breasts from your dress and pressing his tongue against a perched nipple, the wet sensation so satisfying you were scratching his shoulder blades.Â
âI-I need you, Taehyung.âÂ
âNeed me where?â He growled as he pressed against your clit and circled it, collecting your slick and spreading it all over yourself.Â
And it was hard, so fucking hard to think straight with your bare, soaking wet pussy was rubbing against Taehyungâs rough fingers and his lips sucking your exposed nipple for dear life, the pleasure burning inside you so hot your voice was coming out in choked moans.Â
âNeed you inside, Taehyung.â You gasped out. âSo empty without you, so fucking empty, for so long.âÂ
âGod, fuck.â Taehyung groaned proudly, popping off your breast to look at your half-lidded eyes, his own blown out with his hair mussed and lips swollen pink. He returned to your lips again as his hands simultaneously hooked underneath your thighs and suddenly lifted you off the couch, your legs secured around his torso as he walked you into what you assumed was his bedroom.Â
Your core rubbed against the buckle of Taehyungâs belt as he walked and you gushed oceans, the cool metal providing such delicious friction you were moaning satisfyingly into Taehyungâs mouth, grinding against him for more.Â
His kiss was fervent even when he splayed you onto his covers, back hitting the bed as you stroked your hands over his beautiful bare chest.Â
Taehyung suddenly came off you, eyes going wild as he looked down at your panting figure underneath him, then your offensive dress.Â
âFuck this thing.â Taehyung nearly ripped it from your body, shredding the pretty fabric off and simply basked in the glory of seeing your naked body for the very first time.Â
Taehyungâs eyes filled with pure wonder, the moonlight and reflection of white snow falling outside adding a glow to your skin he couldnât help but marvel at, your curves so beautiful he wanted to run his hands all over, the purple of his marks left on you only making him blossom with more arousal, more passion.Â
âHoly shit, youâre the prettiest thing Iâve ever seen.â Taehyungâs face was so blown away, you couldnât help but grow a little shy, bringing him close to you by his neck so you could breathe into his ear.Â
âGood, I hear you ruin them.âÂ
Taehyung could only smirk, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek, cock twitching at just your words. âYouâre gonna be the death of me.âÂ
Taehyung trailed one hand down your body, momentarily wrapping it around your throat until it was gliding over your nipple and down to your core, lining the lips of your pussy so teasingly you were reeling.Â
The pads of his fingers smoothed over your pussy lips again, applying pressure to your clit that had you lurching, until he used the opportunity to slide two fingers into your aching hole with ease.Â
âYouâre so fucking wet, dripping all over my fingers.â He growled into your ear as he laid himself on top of you, his free hand holding your face while the other worked your core.Â
The sharpness of his long, slender fingers were euphoric, causing you to moan loudly. You could see his hard dick pressing against the fabric of his slacks almost painfully, and you jutted your hand out to begin palming him generously.Â
Taehyung could finally hiss as loud as he wanted, screwing his eyes shut in sheer pleasure.Â
He began pumping you faster in response, sliding in and out so deliciously you were moaning incessantly against his mouth as he began kissing you again. Your breasts were pressing into Taehyungâs bare chest the more you arched yourself, closing the offensive gap between you both and the skin to skin contact sending you both to cloud nine.Â
âTaehyung..â You moaned in between kisses, so shameless about your desire for him you only wanted to know his name.Â
âTaehyung.âÂ
âFucking hell, that does shit to me.â Taehyung began thrusting harshly into your hole now as punishment, practically finger-fucking you against his bed till it made your walls clamp down on him, trap his slender fingers inside so you could feel every heavenly inch of them.
You became hungry for more, your hand grabbing at Taehyungâs straining cock harder and the strangled groan that left his lips was so fucking beautiful, your insides were screaming.Â
âShit, Taehyung,â You moaned out breathlessly. âYouâre so hot like this, so fucking hot. Fuck me, fuck me like you said you would. âÂ
Taehyungâs breaths turned heavy and hungry, his cock aching to be inside you so painfully he was going insane at your every word.Â
âFuck. Iâm fucking you into next week. Iâm fucking you until you only know my name. Fucking you until you know how badly Iâve wanted you, until your legs are shaking and you feel me in your throat.âÂ
âThen do it.â You nearly cried out, hands fumbling with the waistband of Taehyungâs pants. Your pussy was aching so excruciatingly around Taehyungâs fingers your slick was gushing from you, all over him and it only made Taehyung feral thinking about what would happen if it were his dick instead.Â
âFucking do it, Taehyung, fuck me until Iâm shaking.âÂ
Taehyung flipped his switch and suddenly shoved his fingers so deep inside you, scissoring you completely open it made you lurch up in searing pleasure. His large palm grabbed underneath your head and positioned you upwards, able to angle his fingers so he could smash them inside you so harshly it was pathetic it wasnât even his dick that had you high, but just his fingers.Â
âHoly fuck, Taehyung!âÂ
âCum all over my fingers, pretty. I wanna hear you.â Taehyung growled into your ear, couldnât help but think about your walls convulsing around his dick and it was euphoric hearing you moan, all fucked out underneath him.Â
He couldnât stop finger-fucking you like his life depended on it, wanted to fill you up in so many ways youâd remember him for weeks.Â
You were almost there, the edge so close. It was racking the bottom of your stomach, had your toes curling and walls pounding so snug around Taehyungâs fingers you could only latch onto the nape of his neck for dear life.Â
You felt it, felt it so near and had his name leaving your mouth in such an intoxicating mantra you were seconds from letting go. Seconds, milliseconds, just about to release your impending orgasm until Taehyung ripped his fingers out of you.Â
You gasped scandalously at the loss, body buzzing with your unachieved high it made your exclaim come out in a garbled protest.  âTaehyung, what the fuck?!âÂ
You tried getting an answer, but Taehyungâs hungry, half-lidded eyes shut you up immediately, watching him lick his fingers like he was starved, like this was the sweetest honey heâs ever tasted.Â
âFuck, you taste as sweet as you look.â Taehyungâs grin was evil, and it made you turned on but pissed he denied your orgasms.Â
âYouâre so-â You attempted to get out, but Taehyung suddenly flipped you onto all fours in a second, your hands and knees anchored onto the bed with only your shocked figure confused.Â
âT-Taehyung, what are you-â You then sighed at the sudden touch of his tongue meeting your weeping hole in a devilish swipe. It was intoxicating, feeling his wet muscle begin licking into your core and tasting your soaked folds from behind.Â
âIâm doing what you asked..â His voice was dark and weighty, and thatâs when you suddenly felt another sensation of his two fingers returning to your throbbing entrance. Your insides buzzed when he spoke against your core, grittier than he ever has all night. âIâm going to fucking ruin you.âÂ
And his tongue suddenly slithered into your hole when he removed his fingers, licking into your entrance in a harsh rhythm as his palms began grabbing at your ass, kneading the meaty flesh as he straight up devoured your pussy like it was the only thing heâs wanted his entire life.Â
His tongue was lapping you fervently, so starved your dissipated orgasm was coming back again. You were winded, having never been eaten out like this and you were moaning his name loud enough to get noise complaints filed to the police.Â
âTaehyung!â You cried out, though he didnât let up. Instead he brought one of his hands to your pulsing clit, circling and applying so much necessary pressure you were losing your mind, insane off the fact he hadnât even filled you up with his cock yet and you were pathetic underneath him.Â
âFucking God, Taehyung, Tae!â And when he groaned so audibly into your pussy, rutting himself against the bed for friction it sent you flying, soaring into the sky and losing all coherent thought as your orgasm bubbled in your stomach, his husky voice grounding you to Earth.Â
âCum for me, baby, now.â And that was all it took to have you lurching over the edge, releasing your pent up orgasm so violently you were nearly screaming, Taehyungâs name the only distinguishable thing rolling off your tongue.Â
He licked up your juices like they were fresh water, helping you ride out your euphoric orgasm and allowing yourself a moment to rest. You breathed, falling onto the bed in exhaustion, trying to quell the blood pumping in your ears when Taehyung suddenly pulled you back onto your hands and knees, cautioning you darkly when he spoke.Â
âYou thought we were done?â It was evil, he was evil, the way his voice sounded like the epitome of a smirk as you tried catching your breath. Taehyungâs lips then suddenly ghosted the shell of your ear as he wrapped an arm around your torso, pressing his chest to your back as he spoke.Â
âI havenât even done anything yet.âÂ
And again, it was the âyetâ that had you groaning out in frustration but in the best possible ways. How wasnât this already enough? How did he have you so fucked out just by the sheer power of his fingers and tongue? It was sickening, he was sickening and you found yourself throwing your ass back on him to urge his cock into you already, to just fuck you open with all he had.Â
âTaehyung, just-fuck! Fuck me, please.â You were pleading, needing to feel the wreckage of what you could tell was the biggest cock youâll ever take. Â
Taehyung had removed his pants and boxers in the moment, freeing his painfully angry cock from itâs confines. You were faltering from your position again when Taehyung suddenly prodded your abused hole with his engorged tip, you shuddering to life harshly.Â
âTaehyung, just-âÂ
âBeg me.âÂ
You cried out in immediate desperation, his voice so authoritative it was sending you into submission, clutching the covers under you so hard your knuckles were white as you complied. âTaehyung, please, fuck me. I need you, please.âÂ
Taehyungâs arm was snug around your torso, feeling your every quaking expire in his hold and it was turning him on so agonizingly this was painful even for himself, but the way your sweet voice begged him was absolutely exhilarating.
âMore.âÂ
âTaehyung, if you donât fucking-!â You were cut off by the sharp impalement of Taehyungâs cock in a single breath, knocking all forms of wind out of you. The head alone was so large you went hurtling into the mattress, almost losing your shaking armsâ support until Taehyung pulled you back up for him, snaking his one hand that was previously around his cock to your breast while the other gripped at your hip.Â
He was slowly sinking in, feeling your walls flutter open for him and the satisfied moan that left his mouth was evidence of how much this was affecting him.Â
âFuck...â Taehyung dragged out completely content, digging into your hip to watch you arch your back for him, on his knees as he filled you up from behind. âYouâre so fucking tight and wet, holy shit.âÂ
You were struggling for air, oxygen leaving your lungs trying to accommodate for his monstrous size. It was unfair, so unfair he was so big and it had you praising him immediately, so full and stuffed it was the most pleasurable thing youâve experienced all your life.Â
âYouâre so big, oh my God, Taehyung, so big.â One of your hands shot towards his holding you by your hip, interlacing your fingers together against your skin just to ground yourself, to manage the sharp pierce of his length until it simmered into a pleasurable burn.Â
He bottomed out into your cervix and you both grunted loud, Taehyung containing himself just so he could feel your velvet walls palpitate around his throbbing dick. âDo you feel how hard I am, Y/N? Do you fucking feel it?âÂ
âYes, God fuck! Tae, yes..â You sighed out, eyes watering at just how much pleasure was already raking your abdomen again.Â
âThatâs what you do to me, you barely touched me and this is how hard I am. How fucking badly I want you, how much Iâve always wanted you, wanted you since day one.â Taehyungâs voice was sincere and desperate, seemingly trying to counter your confession of your feelings from earlier.
âShow me, Taehyung.â You moaned, hands gripping his more affectionately, more desperately as you weakly held yourself up by the other. âFuck me and show me how much you want me.âÂ
Taehyung grunted out harshly, pulling his cock out of you until he thrusted back in. The first thrust had you keening, sending you into the mattress only to have Taehyung pull you back up once again. Then the second came, your walls greedily soaking him into you and it felt perfect, like two puzzle pieces meant to connect with each other.Â
Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth, all the way until Taehyung was pounding into you from behind with a drag so delicious you were moaning out more than you ever have in your entire life.Â
And it was sickening, utterly sickening the way his dick began fucking you into the mattress so roughly, angling your body in ways for his cock to pump into all the right places with the right amount of pressure. He watched himself disappear into your little cunt repeatedly, holding your hip up to encourage you to arch so low your ass was snug against his pelvis, and couldnât think of anything more fucking perfect.Â
âYou take me so well, so fucking well.â Taehyung praised, leaning over to aimlessly lay wet kisses up your spine like the demon he was, shoving himself into you over and over and over again with your walls convulsing around him.
You were trapping him inside you so tight he could spill into you in seconds, though held back determined he was making you cum again.
âSo full, Taehyung, so deep.. all I feel is you.â The statement left you with a desperate sigh, your head hanging low until Taehyungâs hand kneading your breast suddenly wrapped around your throat, causing you to gasp at the arousing feeling. He pulled your head upwards, the junction between his long index finger and thumb forcing you to look forward, and you were utterly breathless at the scene.
His lips were near your ear in seconds, speaking like the devil incarnate as he was bent over you. âLook at us, look at yourself, so fucking pretty, so perfect.â You could suddenly see the reflection of Taehyung fucking into you from behind in his window, not even knowing tears had streamed down your face as his hand beautifully encased your throat, causing every nerve in your body to alight with fire.Â
âLook at the way I fuck you, how much I love you.â Taehyungâs carnal eyes looked at you through the reflection of the window, heart twinging at the sight of you crying but knowing heâs making you feel good, continuing his onslaught of drilling your battered pussy.Â
You moaned at the erotic scene, using every ounce of strength to keep yourself upright, your walls pulsing around Taehyungâs length as he thrusted harder and harder.
âTae, fuck! Iâve always loved you, I always felt the same way, and I still do-ah!â Your lungs were tapping out when he suddenly shoved himself inside you to the brim, so utterly deep before he was thrusting again harshly, strangling out moans.Â
Clear sweat was slick between your bodies, his huge, delicious cock incessantly tearing up your insides and all you could do was chant his name in pleasure, in bliss, in your love for him that was burning so bright it was nearly painful.Â
âY/N.. fuck. Youâre ruining me. Youâre so perfect, weâre so fucking perfect.â Taehyung was rambling at this point as his speed reflected his desperation, his immeasurable feelings for you.Â
He was trying his damn hardest to distract himself from the release aching his balls. He was growing weak himself, feeling you reciprocate his rough thrusts by fucking him back the same way. And the image in the window? Had him reeling, needing to hear the most beautiful sound youâd make when you finally came, and he knew you would, bordering the precipice with the way your walls pulsed around him.Â
Watching Taehyung fuck you in the window was now downright sinful to you, his harsh thrusts completely blissful and his hand gently squeezing at your throat was so dominant, so hot you were at your limit and ready to come.Â
But what ended up sending you over, pushing you to release the tightening knot in your stomach was the sweet, tender way Taehyung began kissing your neck.Â
The contrast between his cock abusing you and his plush lips kissing you so gently, so lovingly, it wasnât long before you realized his fucking wasnât just hard or rough, but full of sheer want, desire, love in all the right ways your walls were clenching around him rapidly in seconds.Â
And when Taehyung angled himself somehow deeper, in that one, perfect spot, you clamped down and finally came so hard you saw stars, knew youâd completely drenched his cock with the loudest release of his name you were glad it was the only word you knew in this moment.Â
âThatâs it, baby. Just like that.â Taehyung breathed out in exhaustion, began soothing your abdomen with one hand and the other letting your head finally hang, grip loosened from around your throat and you could finally allow air back into your lungs.Â
You were heaving when you spoke up, realizing something. âInside me.. Taehyung.â You were dreary, utterly gone, but it still didnât distract you from the blissful feeling of Taehyungâs cock deliciously stuffed and throbbing inside you, trying to coax his rightful release. âCum inside me, Tae. Please, fill me up.âÂ
Taehyung didnât need to be told twice when his cock worked a few more rough strokes into your tightened pussy and finally, finally came inside you. It was laced with a satisfied groan of your name, his grip on your side so intense youâd be glad if he left marks, wanting to remember every last bit of this night with Taehyung.Â
He painted you completely white inside, spilling everything he could offer into you, using what little strength he had left to hold you up while he continued to empty his seed inside. Taehyung then lost all function and allowed you to fall, his broad body resting on top of yours as you both hit the mattress.Â
Your chests rose and fell shallowly, completely taxed and having lost every ounce of strength. Taehyungâs hot breaths for air were fanning your neck, your arms sprawled out before you as Taehyungâs hands mindlessly interlaced with them against the tousled covers, cock still stuffing you whole.Â
It was another moment of breathing and regaining oxygen when Taehyung suddenly kissed the side of your neck, giving your hands a small squeeze before you felt him lifting himself, his warmth disappearing and you panicked.Â
âWhere are you going?â Your throat was hoarse from screaming and moaning, a tinge of sadness to your tone as though he was leaving you, and Taehyung couldnât help but find it endearing.Â
âItâs okay, Iâll be right back.â He smiled, moving your hair from the side of your face to plant a kiss to your cheek, post-sex haze racking his brain though allowing reality to leak back into his mind.Â
He then carefully, slowly pulled himself out of you, you whining at the loss of him and Taehyung smiled to himself in contentment, smoothing over your lower back with a palm in gratitude, before stepping towards his bathroom.Â
Heâd pulled his boxers back on and returned with a damp cloth, finding you still flipped and laying on your stomach, having dozed off in exhaustion until you felt Taehyungâs warmth and heard his dulcet voice hazing you awake.Â
âY/N, turn over for me.â His voice was hushed and tender, you complying by turning onto your back with his help. He then carefully swept the cloth against your battered core, you wincing a little with sensitivity and Taehyung made sure to clean more gently.Â
The cloth was thrown back into his bathroom when he turned back to you, an arm thrown over your tear-stained face and the other clutching your body, clearly shivering in the cold now.
Taehyung easily scooped you into his arms and lifted you off the bed, carrying you over to his pillows and delicately placing you upon his duvet, pulling the covers out from underneath you and tucking you into his bed.Â
You curled up into his blanket, Taehyung searching through his drawers for a stray t-shirt you could wear. He then lifted you into a sitting position, your eyes evidently sleepy and body limp as he pulled the shirt onto you, letting you fall back in place.Â
Taehyung could only chuckle to himself thinking he did mean to ruin you, but not so harshly you were devoid of consciousness. He placed a little kiss to your forehead in apology, wiping some of the tears off your face before he rounded the bed, crawling in next to you.
His arms reached out to pull your back snug against his chest, feeling the sleep in the back of his eyes take him. He basked in the strawberry scent of your hair, completely gratified until you suddenly turned over towards him.Â
His eyes shot open, only the top of your head coming into view as you nuzzled into his warm chest, your small self all tucked into Taehyung as he wrapped his arms around you like a safety net, holding you near.
And in that moment, all he could focus on was your light breathing, the sweet sound of your voice as you suddenly spoke in the dark of the night, moonlight glowing upon your entangled bodies.Â
âI love you, Taehyung.âÂ
He grinned, the kind where he felt relieved, fulfilled, in a state of sheer bliss it was a moment before he replied, his own voice calm as you felt the hum through his chest, his hand tangled in your hair.Â
âI love you, Y/N.âÂ
The morning sun bled into Taehyungâs room, your eyes fluttering open at a time you had no concept of. You stirred, finding yourself still in Taehyungâs arm, in relatively the same position from last night. You didnât even feel like moving from his hold, the feeling so utterly fuzzy and comforting.Â
You basked in the sensation until he began to stir next to you, pretty eyelashes batting as his eyes fluttered open. His sights fell to you, eyes adorably taken by sleep while his soft hair was endearingly mussed by his pillow. You smiled at him warmly as he grinned back.
âGood morning.â you said shyly, nearly hiding underneath his covers.Â
âGood morning.âÂ
You then flopped onto your back peering up at the ceiling, last night coming back to you in dream-like flashes you were surprised was somehow your reality.Â
It was just miraculous, utterly unbelievable until Taehyung turning into your side and snuggling his face into your neck was evidence everything was real, that he was real. It wasnât some remnant of a dream or hallucination, but the real Taehyung as his arm draped over your stomach.Â
You had to bite your lip to contain your happiness, utter exuberance the universe had somehow finally paired you and him together, and funnily enough, on Christmas of all days.Â
âWhat are you thinking about, princess?â Taehyung hummed into your collarbone inquisitively, half asleep as he cuddled you.Â
You smiled, basking in his comfort. âMerry Christmas, Taehyung.âÂ
Taehyung chuckled against you, arm pulling you closer to him as he kissed your neck. âMerry Christmas, Y/N.âÂ
âCan you believe we met each other again during Christmas? Itâs like the perfect Christmas miracle.â You marveled in wonder, tracing your finger along Taehyungâs pretty hand on your stomach.Â
âI mean, you know what Andy Williams said..â He mused next to you, husky voice laden with sleep. âItâs the most wonderful time of the year.â
















