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đťđşđťđ, đđ˛ đźđşđ đťđž đşđđđđşđ đ â§ă ¤Ö´. ŕźâŕźŕź wine glasses and tequila shots later, youâre moaning into the sheets with his hands on your waist. â´. dilf!taehyung x milf!reader sex in a hotel room: smut, drinking, fluff
the wine glasses on the small brown table next to the flowing silk curtains that were supposed to cover the open window that allowed the chilly breeze to break in were empty, left alone with leftover drops of red wine in them.
taehyung stood in the middle of the room, his boxers the only fabric on the his body, hugging his muscles in particular ways.
his phone in his hand, the camera app pulled up as he brought it up to his face, taking a selfie that would definitely stay between the two of you.
his split hair had brought a reaction from you. it suited him in the best way possible. he looked at the camera a while longer, moving his head to check himself out, noticing a smudge of cream on his face after a good amount of staring.
he took his finger, spreading it onto his face, realizing it was face cream you had spread on him, your tipsy self giggling as he stared into your eyes with his sinful ones and a simple smile on his face that squished his cheeks.
he heard the footsteps that came from your bare feet against the cold floors of the bathroom. putting his phone down, he placed it on the nightstand of the cozy bed he sat on right after.
his feet were heavy on the floor, manspreading as his elbows rested with pressure on his knees. his head up as he admired you walking towards him, your legs wobbling slightly as the alcohol commenced itâs effect.
his face was serious, taking in your beauty, before breaking out into a soft expression, his smile lines showing and the corners of his eyes slightly wrinkling.
you were you, with all your flaws, but also with your outweighing beautiful elements. and so was he. the stretch marks you saw on your under your bellybutton from the stretch of your children inside your womb.
he saw beauty in that, art. and he didnât stop complimenting you until he made you realize that those marks, were the representation of your strength. and he succeeded. he made you look in the mirror, and raised the thought upon you that you were everything he needed, heck everything he needed to live. but also, you were everything for yourself.
as you approached him, you saw someone that would risk his own life to save yours and the life of the children you carried. you saw the man that loved you for years, and that continues to do so if not much more than before.
even under the influence of a few glasses of alcohol, you could still recognize the hardworking man that sat on the edge of the bed.
with a boner.
he felt himself getting aroused, your perfect self turning him on more than ever.
it was a one of those soft moments, where you could be doing the simplest thing, the cutest shit ever, and he would still end up with his cock hard and his hands greedy. it wasnât a surprise to you, never was. the best part was the lack of clothing the both of you had.
you were in your pajama shorts, a sports bra, and white socks, more than he had on himself. your bra exposed you to him as your nipples pebbled and rose with need. your skin grew goosebumps as his gaze was accompanied with a soft smile and a lustful gaze that contradicted each other but also met in the middle. he just wanted to love you.
sexually, sensually, but also within his heart like he always has.
you reached him, your hands immediately venturing to his shoulder blades, the dents between his shoulders and neck your guide as you massaged his rather tense muscles. his collarbone soft but also sharp, his chest following. the shine of his skin was like a glow, a glow that appeared whenever he knew you were there with him.
a glow that the both of you would end up with him by the end of the night.
the room smelled like a soft mixture of cotton candy and coconut, the candle doing godâs work and lighting the room with minimal effort but with such a necessary presence.
the record player introduced low tunes that set up the mood, taehyungâs jazz taste being the main influence. the saxophone and keyboard sounds blessing your ears as taehyung blessed your skin with his light touch.
when his hands found their position on your waist, it felt like you were the same inexperienced virgin that was having sex with her boyfriend, now husband, for the first time. before taehyung, you had little relationships that didnât last more than you thought they would. but when taehyung came into your life as the fun, enthusiastic, sweet soul that just wanted to make friends in a new environment, you saw a difference.
you saw a difference between the guys that had no value nor respect for you, their partner, and taehyung, who did anything in his will to make you the queen that sat on his throne. even when the idea of dating hadnât crossed either of your minds.
thatâs why, your first ever time, was with him. and thatâs why, your last ever time will be with him. this is one of the many, but every single time has its significance. you could just be horny as soon as you wake up and it would still have the deepest connection ever.
his hands caressed your waist, his face close enough for his nose to make contact with your abdomen and his lips to kiss the top of your shorts.
he smelled the body lotion you made him obsessed with. the hints of vanilla and cinnamon in the same potion almost drowning him. you knew it drove him crazy.
he looked back up at you, his gaze lazy. his eyelashes beating yours, his eyes glistening with desire but also love.
you placed your palms firmly on his shoulders, pushing him slightly back as you moved forward, placing your knees on either side of his thighs. he laid back, softly falling onto the already messy sheets.
his expression was excited, but also drowsy.
his hands immediately found their place on your hips again, running then up and down slowly as your core made connection to his crotch. the heat between both of your bodies was comforting, almost like an invitation for more.
you arenât a stranger to intercourse with him, yet you feel like youâve been exposed to the best feeling of your life everytime heâs inside you. In fact, any slow kisses light the mood up even if theyâre gentle.
his fingers work like magic, almost as if he left his fingerprints on your skin everytime they made contact.
your hands slide from his shoulders to his chest, his body firm under your touch. âyouâre tense.â you point out.
âyou make me tense.â
you smile, âwhy?â his one hand traveling to your bare thigh that rests beside his hip. âjust,â he pauses. âyou.â
you trace his skin, rising goosebumps as you reach his bottom lip, pulling it down for it to plop into the same place. he grins, his white pearls highlighting his face as they contradict to the warm red his lips are.
you lean closer, ending up with your body fully pressed onto his. his crotch was directly against yours, your breasts squeezed into the planes of his chest, your mouth right on top of his.
his breath mixed with yours, your lips centimeters from touching. he brought his hands to your ass, massaging the flesh.
you finally leaned in, his nose clashed with yours like your teeth did with his, your salvia mixing with each otherâs like a traditional recipe. his tongue played with yours spiraling and touching in familiar ways. you broke apart a little, your lips leaving your tongues to be the only ones touching, pushing against each other until one won and he you dominated the kiss.
his hands roamed to your back, pressing your body more onto his, as he thrusted upwards, greedily looking for contact, not having enough.
he let you fall sideways, both of your heads facing each other as the heat of the kiss continued, the bright colors of the candleâs light reflecting on both of you and your bodies moved onto each otherâs. the only restriction was the fabric taehyung considered useless at times like this.
you lost your fingers in his hair, pulling at his locks while also pushing him closer to you. if you could melt into one another you would gladly do so, the max level of proximity not enough for you.
your leg found its position on his hip, his hand supporting it as you pulled him closer to you.
you matched his thrusts, doing anything for friction.
as the two of you moved together, your breaths formed into one. your eyelashes were now touching, your souls on their journey to becoming one again.
something you loved about taehyung that someone might turn to you with a wierd expression was, his fingers. unless they havenât seen how pretty his hands were theyâd say âhis fingers?â but you loved them. his hands werenât only gentle, they were rough when they needed to be.
his nail beds were neat and his nails well mentained. thatâs why, they were perfect when they became harsh against your flesh.
you felt the tips of his fingers tease the waistband of your shorts, attempting to lower them, bringing your panties with them. you helped him, bringing your hands to take them off, losing your proximity in the process.
now, there were less restrictions between you two, and thatâs why taehyung could feel your wet arousal spread onto his boxers and reach his aching cock. you were aching for him as much as he was for you.
his lips left yours, tracing down to your collarbone, sucking on the open skin. by the end of the night, the both of you would have obvious signals of loving intercourse.
leaving the temporary tattoo on you, his hands decided not to take more time. he reached into the last piece of clothing that prevented the contact between each other, skin to skin.
his hand fisted his length, prepping himself. the precum substituted lube, spreading it all over his length where his fingers reached. the head glistened when he exposed it to the cold room but heated air between you two.
his breathing quivered, a small moan escaping past his plump lips that were on you. your proximity forced his cock to meet your folds, both wet, both hot.
the contact ran shivers down your spine, his breathy mines and your attempts at breathing very obvious. the candleâs scent was no longer something you could smell.
between your bodies, the aroma of sex and your body lotions mixed together, forming the very familiar bond that existed.
your hands were tight against his back, nails scratching the perfect skin he owned. your tongues intertwined, your breathing unsteady as his own.
his hand guided his girth to push against your folds, lubricating himself more than he had already done, the wet sounds of friction and your desperate kisses floating and blessing your ears.
as much as both of you loved taking your time, it wasnât today.
his fingers reached your entrance, teasing your hole before taking his cock and pushing himself inside. you assisted, your leg pressing him closer.
this wasnât a foreign act, yet you felt like youâve never done it before.
once he was fully inside, he didnât start moving just yet. he wanted to savor the moment, almost as if it would be the last time. but also, as if he wants to live in the present.
his hands roamed your body, shocking you as his palm made harsh contact with the flesh of your ass, massaging the red mark he left right after.
you desperately moved against his, his pelvis rubbing against your slit. he accepted your movement, starting to thrust himself as well.
with taehyung, his movement coordinated to his mood. he can be absolutely harsh when he wants to, and absolutely soft when he feels like it. this was right in between. he was desperate for you, but also wanted the momentum to last.
not that it wouldnât afterwards nor happen again, but he was into it and so were you.
his cock moved with strategy, reaching points within you that stopped your breathing every once in a while. it came out glistening, your walls clenching around him at times making it hard for him to move.
but he loved it.
his free hand moved into your hair, guiding your kiss.
your skins had a glow on them that only grew brighter, the combination of a thin blanket of sweat and also the vibrant of your love.
he shifted, his thrusts coming to a stop before sitting up. you knew he wanted to change positions.
he hovered over you, turning you around so your back faced his front. He kissed your earlobe before getting back up, raising your waist as a signal to arch your back.
your ass on full display, he proceeded where he left off once again. he was rougher this time, his hands gripping your skin.
his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips parted. his tongue made way past them to lick them a couple times, only for them to part again, looking plump.
his cheeks were slightly red, either from the heat of the moment or from the sounds you were making under him.
your cheek was squished against the bed sheets, your lips parted, allowing soft sounds to escape past them. your saliva was slipping onto the sheets, realizing a couple times only to continue the process.
your hands had a tight grip on the pillows above your head, the headrest slamming into the wall as his thrusts came to be more powerful.
his balls slapped against your folds, your ass meeting his crotch. the wet sounds of his dick sliding into your walls loud. in response, your moans grew louder, his breathy groans echoing in the room.
he shivered, his climax building by the second as well as yours. his hands rested on your waist, supporting the thrusts of his hips as he slammed into you.
your hand came down to rub your clit, your folds wet as expected. his hips stuttered, growing sloppy as his breathing nearly stopped. the sheets were the only restriction, otherwise, the neighboring people would be able to hear you. but, the bed hitting the wall did the work for you.
he stopped once he felt your orgasm leaking and reaching the tip of his cock inside of you, your back arching. your orgasm brought his own, his cum meeting yours inside of you.
your bodily conditions would raise questions within the family, you could care less. the mark he left would be an obvious topic, and you would answer honestly.
he fell onto you, his body moulding with yours perfectly.
âwe had left the balcony door open.â he brings up.
you look back, realizing the truth. the wind blew the curtains to look magical. the city lights made their way into your room, your privacy not enough.
âwell, then they got a free show.â you smiled, kissing his nose before he fell onto the bed beside you.
CHERRY TREES ââ the year is 1922, late may, when the days stretch long and golden and cherry blossoms drift through the air like scattered silk. you are the preacherâs daughter, meant for a quiet, respectable life you never asked for. but none of it matters when it comes to kim taehyung. with him, beneath the cherry trees, the world grows softer. time slows. every stolen kiss tastes like summer and ruin. you know it cannot last. you know the townâs eyes are sharp and its judgment unforgiving. still, you choose himâ desperately, recklesslyâ because some loves are worth breaking your entire world for. @seokbite
FUN AND GAMES ââ taehyung isnât all that surprised to discover how much he likes this. heâs always been obsessed with giving. gifts, love, attention, orgasms. Itâs only one step further to realize he wants you to take. @gukslut
BESOS NAVIDEĂOS ââ a christmas wedding, a house full of childhood friends, and an ex-boyfriend. what could possibly go wrong? dread fills you the moment you're back in town for alea's wedding, and not even your best friend, hoseok, can cheer you up with his rendition of christmas carols on the ride home. after a messy breakup, seeing your ex, taehyung, flares up your fight-or-flight response. will you two be able to keep it cordial, or will this wedding turn into an absolute disaster? @jjungkookislife
WHAT MATTERS MOST ââ running on little sleep and a lot of tension, channi, taehyung, and their two year old daughter bella set off on a five hour drive for a family wedding. between missed alarms, quiet resentment, small arguments, and shared exhaustion, the road tests taehyungâs patience and his priorities. but when channi finds herself in danger, taehyung is reminded that no matter how tired or irritable he is, his family comes first, always. @sntjk
ALL I AM IS A MAN ââ just a man loving his woman very much. @sturnaisa
FRAGMENTS OF YOU ââ y/n finds solace in a quiet seaside town, where fleeting moments with kim taehyung teach her the quiet power of love, presence, and letting go. @inkedwithcharm
THEY WERE RIGHT ââ this is basically the first time doing anal with your boyfriend taehyung. @bunnybubae
STRESS RELIEF ââ while sergeant kim taehyung is deployed for the holidays, youâre hired to ease the stress sergeants such as him may face. @trivia-yandere
EAT MY LOVE ââ âfill me, fill you, I got some love, feel me, feel you, I got some love.â @joonberriess
FIREFLIES ââ âthereâs no hope for people like us, sweetheart. Weâre destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.â @sugaxjpg
OUR LOVE IN TWO LINES ââ taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. you get pregnant unexpectedly, why don't his emotions come rushing through as usual? @youmistme
HEAT AFTER DARK ââ heâs been around foreverâyour brotherâs best friend, charming, off-limits, and slowly getting under your skin. when a group camping trip forces you too close for comfort, the tension finally snaps. @divinelyparkjimin
COME BACK TO ME ââ to see you cry hurt the deepest part of his being, he wanted to kiss away the tears and take you somewhere you would never be upset. where you would only smile and laugh. but he couldnât, he told himself. because here you were, still crying, and his hands were void of the worlds he wanted to give to you. @bebetae
DAMN CHOCOLATES ââ taehyung and channi show up to their friends christmas party in matching pajamas, expecting a cozy night of holiday chaos, however white elephant games, and laughter later- everything goes off the rails when gifts get stolen, & spicy adult chocolates missing⌠with taehyung eating them by accident. now heâs stuck in a hilariously awkward situation inside his pants that he definitely did not plan for, and channi is trying not to laugh at his very obvious predicament. @sntjk
HALFWAY BETWEEN THE GOLDEN HOUR AND YOUR LIPS ââ nothing kim taehyung does should surprise you. he's been your best friend for the last two years and so you know his ways of passing time, including the entertainment of a large audience. so when he asks you if you just want to make out to pass the time, you shouldn't be taken so aback, but there's absolutely nothing that couldâve prepared you for what the question unfolds. @jensthwa
LET ME FOLLOW ââ you disappear just before your anniversary, leaving behind a man who has survived everything except your absence. each step draws him closer to a truth he isnât ready to face. @mrsvante
GIRL CODE ââ y/n is falling for her best friends crush, but she wonât make a move because she doesnât want to break girl code. that doesnât stop taehyung from falling for her and trying to make a move. @allysonhope
NEXT YEAR ALL OUT TROUBLES WILL BE MILES AWAY ââ determined to break down his walls as a new yearâs resolution, (y/n) impulsively signs up for taehyung's art class. what follows is a series of lingering looks, whispered names, and enough "friendship energy" to make the rest of the group (specifically Jimin lmao) suspicious. from an almost kiss at a new yearâs countdown to a cozy, candlelit moment during a winter storm, (y/n) and tae slowly realize that they aren't just student and teacher, but they are two people finally learning to see each other clearly. @hazytaezy
VANILLA ââ taehyung is usually a very conservative person. heâs also the type of person who is not fond of PDA at all. channi however is the total opposite. she thrives for new things & experiences. sheâs wild & spontaneous in every way. what happens when channi calls taehyung a âvanillaâ person in bed? how would he react & would he give Into her little reckless request of doing something naughty in public sightâŚ? @sntjk
THE THINGS WE DONT SAY UNTIL WE DO ââ a quiet morning, a shift neither of them names, and a night where unspoken things finally find their shape. a slow, gentle unraveling of two people who learn each other in the small momentsâsoft looks, shared spaces, and the kind of closeness that sneaks up on you long before you realize itâs there. @mytaegiheart
STROKE GAME ââ teasing taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences. @jungkussyficrecs
ONE OF THE BOYS ââ all your life you wanted only one thing- for kim taehyung to like you. you did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. but who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him? @littlemisskookie
WHILE YOU SLEEP ââ you and your husband haven't had sex in days. both sexually frustrated, taehyung had enough of this stress pent up in him and decides to take it out on you while you sleep. @younithv
BAD DECISIONS ââ drug dealer taehyung x fem reader. @n9mgi
NOBODY ELSE ââ runaway lovers. @btsvt-bar
SHOW YOU I LOVE YOU ââ your husband proves he is perfectly fine. @milk-moonbunnies
AFTER MIDNIGHT ââ @watashijeon
CLAIR DE LUNE ââ the softest taehyung smut. @gukslut
YOU CALL, I RUN ââ @layover-mp7
PEELING MANDARINS ââ your bi-weekly movie nights with taehyung had always been the safest part of your life, until the night a forgotten promise dragged you both to a housewarming party instead. what should have been just another evening between best friends slowly unravels when a single mandarin and one honest confession shift the air between you. after so many years of pretending nothing has changed, one night might be all it takes to finally peel back the layers. @yoongiofmine
THE ONE ââ after accepting the lead role in a romance series, taehyung finds himself in a quiet rural town where, for the first time in over a decade, heâs free to exist without being recognized. Itâs just his luck that the one person who finds him is the one who once knew him best. and the one he never truly had. @taevescence
FANCY DINNERS, EMOTIONAL PROPOSALS ââ you and taehyung go out to dinner for your 5th anniversary of being together, but on this particular night, your boyfriend has an emotional trick up his sleeve. @kooslovv
DIAMONDS DANCING ââ @layover-mp7 (we all love grills taehyung)
TOWERING HEIGHTS ââ he was a sweet neighbour, a friendly face that made you feel like you weren't alone in this new city. Until one day, you accidentally uncovered what he did for work, and now he's trying his best to keep you out of his tangled mess. @layover-mp7
TOO LONG; DIDNT READ ââ this is the story of how you trolled your way into taehyungâs heart. @fortunexkookie
FARM BOY ââ farmertaehyung! @dreamescapeswriting
SWEET NOTHINGS ââ @dreamescapeswriting
KING OF THE CLOUDS ââ you were in an arranged marriage with a man youâre convinced isnât fit to be your husband. heâs got his head too high in the clouds. @httpjeon
DRUNK LOVE ââ âJerk off for me.â @edytae
OWNER OF A LONELY HEART ââ youâre still single nearly two years after breaking up with your ex, and the lack of intimacy in your life is finally starting to get to you. If only there was someone out there, someone willing to help you feel a little less... lonely. @jinfizz
RIDE WITH ME ââ while on location for taehyungâs driving vlog, he shuts the camera off to make a confession. @theharrowing
MARIPOSA ââ @cupoftaae
SWEETBITTER ââ you always hated him, his cockiness and his teasing. but after five years when circumstances lead you to spend more time with him, you start to question your true feelings. you still canât stand him but this time, you donât know if itâs because of your hate or your knees. @rosedtae
DAISY ââ sleeping with your infuriating, unfairly attractive rival in art school? stupid. sleeping with him without protection? even more stupid. when you became pregnant with kim taehyungâs child at 21, your young lives suddenly derailed for the worst. fulfilling your parental roles early on proved difficult, but five years later, perhaps it was time to give your complicated relationship a second chance; not only for yourselves, but for your baby daughterâdaisy. @chateautae
(mini & long) SERIES
THE BRIDE ââ "a former assassin awakens from a four-year coma after her ex-lover taehyung tries to kill her on her wedding day. driven by revenge for the loss of her unborn child and stolen life, she creates a hit list and embarks on a ruthless mission to take down everyone responsible." @chimcess
OUT OF LINE ââ "you don't flirt back. you don't fold. and taehyung is running out of rules left to break." @jungkoode
THE HAND WHICH STILLS THE WILDEST SOUL ââ âFor if she doesnât, he will never find calm. the healer and the knight, connected by fate, find peace in each other and comfort at night.â @borathae
WHITE DRESS ââ being a waitress in a small town was a comfortable and familiar routine. however, when police officer kim taehyung, AKA the most annoying man in town asks you for help with a murder case, you realize your life is about to become much less mundane. @strawbarryjiminie
THINGS WE DONT SAY ââ three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. but when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems. @wintaerbaer
FOREVER AND A DAY ââ your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. he knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision. @cupoftaae
this is just another set of pure classics along with recent stories that are just pure art, I have SO many stories that Iâve liked to recommend in the future, these are some of the best that Iâve read so far. theyâre all so entertaining and I truly admire all of these writers and their ideas and ways they put these stories together, because now that Iâm starting my writing journey, itâs not easy to come up with ideas and FINISH them, especially seriesâs. to those authors that Iâve mentioned or that see this post, keep going because youâre AMAZING!
Thank you so much for mentioning The Bride! I appreciate you so much. Sending so much love your way, and I hope you like where the story goesâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
CHERRY TREES ââ the year is 1922, late may, when the days stretch long and golden and cherry blossoms drift through the air like scattered silk. you are the preacherâs daughter, meant for a quiet, respectable life you never asked for. but none of it matters when it comes to kim taehyung. with him, beneath the cherry trees, the world grows softer. time slows. every stolen kiss tastes like summer and ruin. you know it cannot last. you know the townâs eyes are sharp and its judgment unforgiving. still, you choose himâ desperately, recklesslyâ because some loves are worth breaking your entire world for. @seokbite
FUN AND GAMES ââ taehyung isnât all that surprised to discover how much he likes this. heâs always been obsessed with giving. gifts, love, attention, orgasms. Itâs only one step further to realize he wants you to take. @gukslut
BESOS NAVIDEĂOS ââ a christmas wedding, a house full of childhood friends, and an ex-boyfriend. what could possibly go wrong? dread fills you the moment you're back in town for alea's wedding, and not even your best friend, hoseok, can cheer you up with his rendition of christmas carols on the ride home. after a messy breakup, seeing your ex, taehyung, flares up your fight-or-flight response. will you two be able to keep it cordial, or will this wedding turn into an absolute disaster? @jjungkookislife
WHAT MATTERS MOST ââ running on little sleep and a lot of tension, channi, taehyung, and their two year old daughter bella set off on a five hour drive for a family wedding. between missed alarms, quiet resentment, small arguments, and shared exhaustion, the road tests taehyungâs patience and his priorities. but when channi finds herself in danger, taehyung is reminded that no matter how tired or irritable he is, his family comes first, always. @sntjk
ALL I AM IS A MAN ââ just a man loving his woman very much. @sturnaisa
FRAGMENTS OF YOU ââ y/n finds solace in a quiet seaside town, where fleeting moments with kim taehyung teach her the quiet power of love, presence, and letting go. @inkedwithcharm
THEY WERE RIGHT ââ this is basically the first time doing anal with your boyfriend taehyung. @bunnybubae
STRESS RELIEF ââ while sergeant kim taehyung is deployed for the holidays, youâre hired to ease the stress sergeants such as him may face. @trivia-yandere
EAT MY LOVE ââ âfill me, fill you, I got some love, feel me, feel you, I got some love.â @joonberriess
FIREFLIES ââ âthereâs no hope for people like us, sweetheart. Weâre destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.â @sugaxjpg
OUR LOVE IN TWO LINES ââ taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. you get pregnant unexpectedly, why don't his emotions come rushing through as usual? @youmistme
HEAT AFTER DARK ââ heâs been around foreverâyour brotherâs best friend, charming, off-limits, and slowly getting under your skin. when a group camping trip forces you too close for comfort, the tension finally snaps. @divinelyparkjimin
COME BACK TO ME ââ to see you cry hurt the deepest part of his being, he wanted to kiss away the tears and take you somewhere you would never be upset. where you would only smile and laugh. but he couldnât, he told himself. because here you were, still crying, and his hands were void of the worlds he wanted to give to you. @bebetae
DAMN CHOCOLATES ââ taehyung and channi show up to their friends christmas party in matching pajamas, expecting a cozy night of holiday chaos, however white elephant games, and laughter later- everything goes off the rails when gifts get stolen, & spicy adult chocolates missing⌠with taehyung eating them by accident. now heâs stuck in a hilariously awkward situation inside his pants that he definitely did not plan for, and channi is trying not to laugh at his very obvious predicament. @sntjk
HALFWAY BETWEEN THE GOLDEN HOUR AND YOUR LIPS ââ nothing kim taehyung does should surprise you. he's been your best friend for the last two years and so you know his ways of passing time, including the entertainment of a large audience. so when he asks you if you just want to make out to pass the time, you shouldn't be taken so aback, but there's absolutely nothing that couldâve prepared you for what the question unfolds. @jensthwa
LET ME FOLLOW ââ you disappear just before your anniversary, leaving behind a man who has survived everything except your absence. each step draws him closer to a truth he isnât ready to face. @mrsvante
GIRL CODE ââ y/n is falling for her best friends crush, but she wonât make a move because she doesnât want to break girl code. that doesnât stop taehyung from falling for her and trying to make a move. @allysonhope
NEXT YEAR ALL OUT TROUBLES WILL BE MILES AWAY ââ determined to break down his walls as a new yearâs resolution, (y/n) impulsively signs up for taehyung's art class. what follows is a series of lingering looks, whispered names, and enough "friendship energy" to make the rest of the group (specifically Jimin lmao) suspicious. from an almost kiss at a new yearâs countdown to a cozy, candlelit moment during a winter storm, (y/n) and tae slowly realize that they aren't just student and teacher, but they are two people finally learning to see each other clearly. @hazytaezy
VANILLA ââ taehyung is usually a very conservative person. heâs also the type of person who is not fond of PDA at all. channi however is the total opposite. she thrives for new things & experiences. sheâs wild & spontaneous in every way. what happens when channi calls taehyung a âvanillaâ person in bed? how would he react & would he give Into her little reckless request of doing something naughty in public sightâŚ? @sntjk
THE THINGS WE DONT SAY UNTIL WE DO ââ a quiet morning, a shift neither of them names, and a night where unspoken things finally find their shape. a slow, gentle unraveling of two people who learn each other in the small momentsâsoft looks, shared spaces, and the kind of closeness that sneaks up on you long before you realize itâs there. @mytaegiheart
STROKE GAME ââ teasing taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences. @jungkussyficrecs
ONE OF THE BOYS ââ all your life you wanted only one thing- for kim taehyung to like you. you did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. but who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him? @littlemisskookie
WHILE YOU SLEEP ââ you and your husband haven't had sex in days. both sexually frustrated, taehyung had enough of this stress pent up in him and decides to take it out on you while you sleep. @younithv
BAD DECISIONS ââ drug dealer taehyung x fem reader. @n9mgi
NOBODY ELSE ââ runaway lovers. @btsvt-bar
SHOW YOU I LOVE YOU ââ your husband proves he is perfectly fine. @milk-moonbunnies
AFTER MIDNIGHT ââ @watashijeon
CLAIR DE LUNE ââ the softest taehyung smut. @gukslut
YOU CALL, I RUN ââ @layover-mp7
PEELING MANDARINS ââ your bi-weekly movie nights with taehyung had always been the safest part of your life, until the night a forgotten promise dragged you both to a housewarming party instead. what should have been just another evening between best friends slowly unravels when a single mandarin and one honest confession shift the air between you. after so many years of pretending nothing has changed, one night might be all it takes to finally peel back the layers. @yoongiofmine
THE ONE ââ after accepting the lead role in a romance series, taehyung finds himself in a quiet rural town where, for the first time in over a decade, heâs free to exist without being recognized. Itâs just his luck that the one person who finds him is the one who once knew him best. and the one he never truly had. @taevescence
FANCY DINNERS, EMOTIONAL PROPOSALS ââ you and taehyung go out to dinner for your 5th anniversary of being together, but on this particular night, your boyfriend has an emotional trick up his sleeve. @kooslovv
DIAMONDS DANCING ââ @layover-mp7 (we all love grills taehyung)
TOWERING HEIGHTS ââ he was a sweet neighbour, a friendly face that made you feel like you weren't alone in this new city. Until one day, you accidentally uncovered what he did for work, and now he's trying his best to keep you out of his tangled mess. @layover-mp7
TOO LONG; DIDNT READ ââ this is the story of how you trolled your way into taehyungâs heart. @fortunexkookie
FARM BOY ââ farmertaehyung! @dreamescapeswriting
SWEET NOTHINGS ââ @dreamescapeswriting
KING OF THE CLOUDS ââ you were in an arranged marriage with a man youâre convinced isnât fit to be your husband. heâs got his head too high in the clouds. @httpjeon
DRUNK LOVE ââ âJerk off for me.â @edytae
OWNER OF A LONELY HEART ââ youâre still single nearly two years after breaking up with your ex, and the lack of intimacy in your life is finally starting to get to you. If only there was someone out there, someone willing to help you feel a little less... lonely. @jinfizz
RIDE WITH ME ââ while on location for taehyungâs driving vlog, he shuts the camera off to make a confession. @theharrowing
MARIPOSA ââ @cupoftaae
SWEETBITTER ââ you always hated him, his cockiness and his teasing. but after five years when circumstances lead you to spend more time with him, you start to question your true feelings. you still canât stand him but this time, you donât know if itâs because of your hate or your knees. @rosedtae
DAISY ââ sleeping with your infuriating, unfairly attractive rival in art school? stupid. sleeping with him without protection? even more stupid. when you became pregnant with kim taehyungâs child at 21, your young lives suddenly derailed for the worst. fulfilling your parental roles early on proved difficult, but five years later, perhaps it was time to give your complicated relationship a second chance; not only for yourselves, but for your baby daughterâdaisy. @chateautae
(mini & long) SERIES
THE BRIDE ââ "a former assassin awakens from a four-year coma after her ex-lover taehyung tries to kill her on her wedding day. driven by revenge for the loss of her unborn child and stolen life, she creates a hit list and embarks on a ruthless mission to take down everyone responsible." @chimcess
OUT OF LINE ââ "you don't flirt back. you don't fold. and taehyung is running out of rules left to break." @jungkoode
THE HAND WHICH STILLS THE WILDEST SOUL ââ âFor if she doesnât, he will never find calm. the healer and the knight, connected by fate, find peace in each other and comfort at night.â @borathae
WHITE DRESS ââ being a waitress in a small town was a comfortable and familiar routine. however, when police officer kim taehyung, AKA the most annoying man in town asks you for help with a murder case, you realize your life is about to become much less mundane. @strawbarryjiminie
THINGS WE DONT SAY ââ three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. but when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems. @wintaerbaer
FOREVER AND A DAY ââ your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. he knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision. @cupoftaae
this is just another set of pure classics along with recent stories that are just pure art, I have SO many stories that Iâve liked to recommend in the future, these are some of the best that Iâve read so far. theyâre all so entertaining and I truly admire all of these writers and their ideas and ways they put these stories together, because now that Iâm starting my writing journey, itâs not easy to come up with ideas and FINISH them, especially seriesâs. to those authors that Iâve mentioned or that see this post, keep going because youâre AMAZING!
FUN AND GAMES ââ taehyung isnât all that surprised to discover how much he likes this. heâs always been obsessed with giving. gifts, love, attention, orgasms. Itâs only one step further to realize he wants you to take. @gukslut
BESOS NAVIDEĂOS ââ a christmas wedding, a house full of childhood friends, and an ex-boyfriend. what could possibly go wrong? dread fills you the moment you're back in town for alea's wedding, and not even your best friend, hoseok, can cheer you up with his rendition of christmas carols on the ride home. after a messy breakup, seeing your ex, taehyung, flares up your fight-or-flight response. will you two be able to keep it cordial, or will this wedding turn into an absolute disaster? @jjungkookislife
WHAT MATTERS MOST ââ running on little sleep and a lot of tension, channi, taehyung, and their two year old daughter bella set off on a five hour drive for a family wedding. between missed alarms, quiet resentment, small arguments, and shared exhaustion, the road tests taehyungâs patience and his priorities. but when channi finds herself in danger, taehyung is reminded that no matter how tired or irritable he is, his family comes first, always. @sntjk
ALL I AM IS A MAN ââ just a man loving his woman very much. @sturnaisa
FRAGMENTS OF YOU ââ y/n finds solace in a quiet seaside town, where fleeting moments with kim taehyung teach her the quiet power of love, presence, and letting go. @inkedwithcharm
THEY WERE RIGHT ââ this is basically the first time doing anal with your boyfriend taehyung. @bunnybubae
STRESS RELIEF ââ while sergeant kim taehyung is deployed for the holidays, youâre hired to ease the stress sergeants such as him may face. @trivia-yandere
EAT MY LOVE ââ âfill me, fill you, I got some love, feel me, feel you, I got some love.â @joonberriess
FIREFLIES ââ âthereâs no hope for people like us, sweetheart. Weâre destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.â @sugaxjpg
OUR LOVE IN TWO LINES ââ taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. you get pregnant unexpectedly, why don't his emotions come rushing through as usual? @youmistme
HEAT AFTER DARK ââ heâs been around foreverâyour brotherâs best friend, charming, off-limits, and slowly getting under your skin. when a group camping trip forces you too close for comfort, the tension finally snaps. @divinelyparkjimin
COME BACK TO ME ââ to see you cry hurt the deepest part of his being, he wanted to kiss away the tears and take you somewhere you would never be upset. where you would only smile and laugh. but he couldnât, he told himself. because here you were, still crying, and his hands were void of the worlds he wanted to give to you. @bebetae
DAMN CHOCOLATES ââ taehyung and channi show up to their friends christmas party in matching pajamas, expecting a cozy night of holiday chaos, however white elephant games, and laughter later- everything goes off the rails when gifts get stolen, & spicy adult chocolates missing⌠with taehyung eating them by accident. now heâs stuck in a hilariously awkward situation inside his pants that he definitely did not plan for, and channi is trying not to laugh at his very obvious predicament. @sntjk
HALFWAY BETWEEN THE GOLDEN HOUR AND YOUR LIPS ââ nothing kim taehyung does should surprise you. he's been your best friend for the last two years and so you know his ways of passing time, including the entertainment of a large audience. so when he asks you if you just want to make out to pass the time, you shouldn't be taken so aback, but there's absolutely nothing that couldâve prepared you for what the question unfolds. @jensthwa
LET ME FOLLOW ââ you disappear just before your anniversary, leaving behind a man who has survived everything except your absence. each step draws him closer to a truth he isnât ready to face. @mrsvante
GIRL CODE ââ y/n is falling for her best friends crush, but she wonât make a move because she doesnât want to break girl code. that doesnât stop taehyung from falling for her and trying to make a move. @allysonhope
NEXT YEAR ALL OUT TROUBLES WILL BE MILES AWAY ââ determined to break down his walls as a new yearâs resolution, (y/n) impulsively signs up for taehyung's art class. what follows is a series of lingering looks, whispered names, and enough "friendship energy" to make the rest of the group (specifically Jimin lmao) suspicious. from an almost kiss at a new yearâs countdown to a cozy, candlelit moment during a winter storm, (y/n) and tae slowly realize that they aren't just student and teacher, but they are two people finally learning to see each other clearly. @hazytaezy
VANILLA ââ taehyung is usually a very conservative person. heâs also the type of person who is not fond of PDA at all. channi however is the total opposite. she thrives for new things & experiences. sheâs wild & spontaneous in every way. what happens when channi calls taehyung a âvanillaâ person in bed? how would he react & would he give Into her little reckless request of doing something naughty in public sightâŚ? @sntjk
THE THINGS WE DONT SAY UNTIL WE DO ââ a quiet morning, a shift neither of them names, and a night where unspoken things finally find their shape. a slow, gentle unraveling of two people who learn each other in the small momentsâsoft looks, shared spaces, and the kind of closeness that sneaks up on you long before you realize itâs there. @mytaegiheart
STROKE GAME ââ teasing taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences. @jungkussyficrecs
ONE OF THE BOYS ââ all your life you wanted only one thing- for kim taehyung to like you. you did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. but who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him? @littlemisskookie
WHILE YOU SLEEP ââ you and your husband haven't had sex in days. both sexually frustrated, taehyung had enough of this stress pent up in him and decides to take it out on you while you sleep. @younithv
BAD DECISIONS ââ drug dealer taehyung x fem reader. @n9mgi
NOBODY ELSE ââ runaway lovers. @btsvt-bar
SHOW YOU I LOVE YOU ââ your husband proves he is perfectly fine. @milk-moonbunnies
AFTER MIDNIGHT ââ @watashijeon
CLAIR DE LUNE ââ the softest taehyung smut. @gukslut
YOU CALL, I RUN ââ @layover-mp7
PEELING MANDARINS ââ your bi-weekly movie nights with taehyung had always been the safest part of your life, until the night a forgotten promise dragged you both to a housewarming party instead. what should have been just another evening between best friends slowly unravels when a single mandarin and one honest confession shift the air between you. after so many years of pretending nothing has changed, one night might be all it takes to finally peel back the layers. @yoongiofmine
THE ONE ââ after accepting the lead role in a romance series, taehyung finds himself in a quiet rural town where, for the first time in over a decade, heâs free to exist without being recognized. Itâs just his luck that the one person who finds him is the one who once knew him best. and the one he never truly had. @taevescence
FANCY DINNERS, EMOTIONAL PROPOSALS ââ you and taehyung go out to dinner for your 5th anniversary of being together, but on this particular night, your boyfriend has an emotional trick up his sleeve. @kooslovv
DIAMONDS DANCING ââ @layover-mp7 (we all love grills taehyung)
TOWERING HEIGHTS ââ he was a sweet neighbour, a friendly face that made you feel like you weren't alone in this new city. Until one day, you accidentally uncovered what he did for work, and now he's trying his best to keep you out of his tangled mess. @layover-mp7
TOO LONG; DIDNT READ ââ this is the story of how you trolled your way into taehyungâs heart. @fortunexkookie
FARM BOY ââ farmertaehyung! @dreamescapeswriting
SWEET NOTHINGS ââ @dreamescapeswriting
KING OF THE CLOUDS ââ you were in an arranged marriage with a man youâre convinced isnât fit to be your husband. heâs got his head too high in the clouds. @httpjeon
DRUNK LOVE ââ âJerk off for me.â @edytae
OWNER OF A LONELY HEART ââ youâre still single nearly two years after breaking up with your ex, and the lack of intimacy in your life is finally starting to get to you. If only there was someone out there, someone willing to help you feel a little less... lonely. @jinfizz
RIDE WITH ME ââ while on location for taehyungâs driving vlog, he shuts the camera off to make a confession. @theharrowing
MARIPOSA ââ @cupoftaae
SWEETBITTER ââ you always hated him, his cockiness and his teasing. but after five years when circumstances lead you to spend more time with him, you start to question your true feelings. you still canât stand him but this time, you donât know if itâs because of your hate or your knees. @rosedtae
DAISY ââ sleeping with your infuriating, unfairly attractive rival in art school? stupid. sleeping with him without protection? even more stupid. when you became pregnant with kim taehyungâs child at 21, your young lives suddenly derailed for the worst. fulfilling your parental roles early on proved difficult, but five years later, perhaps it was time to give your complicated relationship a second chance; not only for yourselves, but for your baby daughterâdaisy. @chateautae
(mini & long) SERIES
THE BRIDE ââ "a former assassin awakens from a four-year coma after her ex-lover taehyung tries to kill her on her wedding day. driven by revenge for the loss of her unborn child and stolen life, she creates a hit list and embarks on a ruthless mission to take down everyone responsible." @chimcess
OUT OF LINE ââ "you don't flirt back. you don't fold. and taehyung is running out of rules left to break." @jungkoode
THE HAND WHICH STILLS THE WILDEST SOUL ââ âFor if she doesnât, he will never find calm. the healer and the knight, connected by fate, find peace in each other and comfort at night.â @borathae
WHITE DRESS ââ being a waitress in a small town was a comfortable and familiar routine. however, when police officer kim taehyung, AKA the most annoying man in town asks you for help with a murder case, you realize your life is about to become much less mundane. @strawbarryjiminie
THINGS WE DONT SAY ââ three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. but when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems. @wintaerbaer
FOREVER AND A DAY ââ your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. he knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision. @cupoftaae
this is just another set of pure classics along with recent stories that are just pure art, I have SO many stories that Iâve liked to recommend in the future, these are some of the best that Iâve read so far. theyâre all so entertaining and I truly admire all of these writers and their ideas and ways they put these stories together, because now that Iâm starting my writing journey, itâs not easy to come up with ideas and FINISH them, especially seriesâs. to those authors that Iâve mentioned or that see this post, keep going because youâre AMAZING!
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FUN AND GAMES ââ taehyung isnât all that surprised to discover how much he likes this. heâs always been obsessed with giving. gifts, love, attention, orgasms. Itâs only one step further to realize he wants you to take. @gukslut
BESOS NAVIDEĂOS ââ a christmas wedding, a house full of childhood friends, and an ex-boyfriend. what could possibly go wrong? dread fills you the moment you're back in town for alea's wedding, and not even your best friend, hoseok, can cheer you up with his rendition of christmas carols on the ride home. after a messy breakup, seeing your ex, taehyung, flares up your fight-or-flight response. will you two be able to keep it cordial, or will this wedding turn into an absolute disaster? @jjungkookislife
WHAT MATTERS MOST ââ running on little sleep and a lot of tension, channi, taehyung, and their two year old daughter bella set off on a five hour drive for a family wedding. between missed alarms, quiet resentment, small arguments, and shared exhaustion, the road tests taehyungâs patience and his priorities. but when channi finds herself in danger, taehyung is reminded that no matter how tired or irritable he is, his family comes first, always. @sntjk
ALL I AM IS A MAN ââ just a man loving his woman very much. @sturnaisa
FRAGMENTS OF YOU ââ y/n finds solace in a quiet seaside town, where fleeting moments with kim taehyung teach her the quiet power of love, presence, and letting go. @inkedwithcharm
THEY WERE RIGHT ââ this is basically the first time doing anal with your boyfriend taehyung. @bunnybubae
STRESS RELIEF ââ while sergeant kim taehyung is deployed for the holidays, youâre hired to ease the stress sergeants such as him may face. @trivia-yandere
EAT MY LOVE ââ âfill me, fill you, I got some love, feel me, feel you, I got some love.â @joonberriess
FIREFLIES ââ âthereâs no hope for people like us, sweetheart. Weâre destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.â @sugaxjpg
OUR LOVE IN TWO LINES ââ taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. you get pregnant unexpectedly, why don't his emotions come rushing through as usual? @youmistme
HEAT AFTER DARK ââ heâs been around foreverâyour brotherâs best friend, charming, off-limits, and slowly getting under your skin. when a group camping trip forces you too close for comfort, the tension finally snaps. @divinelyparkjimin
COME BACK TO ME ââ to see you cry hurt the deepest part of his being, he wanted to kiss away the tears and take you somewhere you would never be upset. where you would only smile and laugh. but he couldnât, he told himself. because here you were, still crying, and his hands were void of the worlds he wanted to give to you. @bebetae
DAMN CHOCOLATES ââ taehyung and channi show up to their friends christmas party in matching pajamas, expecting a cozy night of holiday chaos, however white elephant games, and laughter later- everything goes off the rails when gifts get stolen, & spicy adult chocolates missing⌠with taehyung eating them by accident. now heâs stuck in a hilariously awkward situation inside his pants that he definitely did not plan for, and channi is trying not to laugh at his very obvious predicament. @sntjk
HALFWAY BETWEEN THE GOLDEN HOUR AND YOUR LIPS ââ nothing kim taehyung does should surprise you. he's been your best friend for the last two years and so you know his ways of passing time, including the entertainment of a large audience. so when he asks you if you just want to make out to pass the time, you shouldn't be taken so aback, but there's absolutely nothing that couldâve prepared you for what the question unfolds. @jensthwa
LET ME FOLLOW ââ you disappear just before your anniversary, leaving behind a man who has survived everything except your absence. each step draws him closer to a truth he isnât ready to face. @mrsvante
GIRL CODE ââ y/n is falling for her best friends crush, but she wonât make a move because she doesnât want to break girl code. that doesnât stop taehyung from falling for her and trying to make a move. @allysonhope
NEXT YEAR ALL OUT TROUBLES WILL BE MILES AWAY ââ determined to break down his walls as a new yearâs resolution, (y/n) impulsively signs up for taehyung's art class. what follows is a series of lingering looks, whispered names, and enough "friendship energy" to make the rest of the group (specifically Jimin lmao) suspicious. from an almost kiss at a new yearâs countdown to a cozy, candlelit moment during a winter storm, (y/n) and tae slowly realize that they aren't just student and teacher, but they are two people finally learning to see each other clearly. @hazytaezy
VANILLA ââ taehyung is usually a very conservative person. heâs also the type of person who is not fond of PDA at all. channi however is the total opposite. she thrives for new things & experiences. sheâs wild & spontaneous in every way. what happens when channi calls taehyung a âvanillaâ person in bed? how would he react & would he give Into her little reckless request of doing something naughty in public sightâŚ? @sntjk
THE THINGS WE DONT SAY UNTIL WE DO ââ a quiet morning, a shift neither of them names, and a night where unspoken things finally find their shape. a slow, gentle unraveling of two people who learn each other in the small momentsâsoft looks, shared spaces, and the kind of closeness that sneaks up on you long before you realize itâs there. @mytaegiheart
STROKE GAME ââ teasing taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences. @jungkussyficrecs
ONE OF THE BOYS ââ all your life you wanted only one thing- for kim taehyung to like you. you did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. but who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him? @littlemisskookie
WHILE YOU SLEEP ââ you and your husband haven't had sex in days. both sexually frustrated, taehyung had enough of this stress pent up in him and decides to take it out on you while you sleep. @younithv
BAD DECISIONS ââ drug dealer taehyung x fem reader. @n9mgi
NOBODY ELSE ââ runaway lovers. @btsvt-bar
SHOW YOU I LOVE YOU ââ your husband proves he is perfectly fine. @milk-moonbunnies
AFTER MIDNIGHT ââ @watashijeon
CLAIR DE LUNE ââ the softest taehyung smut. @gukslut
YOU CALL, I RUN ââ @layover-mp7
PEELING MANDARINS ââ your bi-weekly movie nights with taehyung had always been the safest part of your life, until the night a forgotten promise dragged you both to a housewarming party instead. what should have been just another evening between best friends slowly unravels when a single mandarin and one honest confession shift the air between you. after so many years of pretending nothing has changed, one night might be all it takes to finally peel back the layers. @yoongiofmine
THE ONE ââ after accepting the lead role in a romance series, taehyung finds himself in a quiet rural town where, for the first time in over a decade, heâs free to exist without being recognized. Itâs just his luck that the one person who finds him is the one who once knew him best. and the one he never truly had. @taevescence
FANCY DINNERS, EMOTIONAL PROPOSALS ââ you and taehyung go out to dinner for your 5th anniversary of being together, but on this particular night, your boyfriend has an emotional trick up his sleeve. @kooslovv
DIAMONDS DANCING ââ @layover-mp7 (we all love grills taehyung)
TOWERING HEIGHTS ââ he was a sweet neighbour, a friendly face that made you feel like you weren't alone in this new city. Until one day, you accidentally uncovered what he did for work, and now he's trying his best to keep you out of his tangled mess. @layover-mp7
TOO LONG; DIDNT READ ââ this is the story of how you trolled your way into taehyungâs heart. @fortunexkookie
FARM BOY ââ farmertaehyung! @dreamescapeswriting
SWEET NOTHINGS ââ @dreamescapeswriting
KING OF THE CLOUDS ââ you were in an arranged marriage with a man youâre convinced isnât fit to be your husband. heâs got his head too high in the clouds. @httpjeon
DRUNK LOVE ââ âJerk off for me.â @edytae
OWNER OF A LONELY HEART ââ youâre still single nearly two years after breaking up with your ex, and the lack of intimacy in your life is finally starting to get to you. If only there was someone out there, someone willing to help you feel a little less... lonely. @jinfizz
RIDE WITH ME ââ while on location for taehyungâs driving vlog, he shuts the camera off to make a confession. @theharrowing
MARIPOSA ââ @cupoftaae
SWEETBITTER ââ you always hated him, his cockiness and his teasing. but after five years when circumstances lead you to spend more time with him, you start to question your true feelings. you still canât stand him but this time, you donât know if itâs because of your hate or your knees. @rosedtae
DAISY ââ sleeping with your infuriating, unfairly attractive rival in art school? stupid. sleeping with him without protection? even more stupid. when you became pregnant with kim taehyungâs child at 21, your young lives suddenly derailed for the worst. fulfilling your parental roles early on proved difficult, but five years later, perhaps it was time to give your complicated relationship a second chance; not only for yourselves, but for your baby daughterâdaisy. @chateautae
(mini & long) SERIES
THE BRIDE ââ "a former assassin awakens from a four-year coma after her ex-lover taehyung tries to kill her on her wedding day. driven by revenge for the loss of her unborn child and stolen life, she creates a hit list and embarks on a ruthless mission to take down everyone responsible." @chimcess
OUT OF LINE ââ "you don't flirt back. you don't fold. and taehyung is running out of rules left to break." @jungkoode
THE HAND WHICH STILLS THE WILDEST SOUL ââ âFor if she doesnât, he will never find calm. the healer and the knight, connected by fate, find peace in each other and comfort at night.â @borathae
WHITE DRESS ââ being a waitress in a small town was a comfortable and familiar routine. however, when police officer kim taehyung, AKA the most annoying man in town asks you for help with a murder case, you realize your life is about to become much less mundane. @strawbarryjiminie
THINGS WE DONT SAY ââ three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. but when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems. @wintaerbaer
FOREVER AND A DAY ââ your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. he knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision. @cupoftaae
this is just another set of pure classics along with recent stories that are just pure art, I have SO many stories that Iâve liked to recommend in the future, these are some of the best that Iâve read so far. theyâre all so entertaining and I truly admire all of these writers and their ideas and ways they put these stories together, because now that Iâm starting my writing journey, itâs not easy to come up with ideas and FINISH them, especially seriesâs. to those authors that Iâve mentioned or that see this post, keep going because youâre AMAZING!
@vsthv omg thank you so much for enjoying my knight! Taehyung fic! And also making a list of other writers you've enjoyed bc now I am about to dive in lol
Also, happy to see another writer join the community! I look forward to seeing all the things you create! Thank you again for enjoying my fic!
YOURE SO SWEET :( when i read the fic i checked who it was and it immediately made sense why it was so good, you write such amazing storylines! Tysm for being so welcoming, all of the artists ive recommended are so great including you!
CHERRY TREES ââ the year is 1922, late may, when the days stretch long and golden and cherry blossoms drift through the air like scattered silk. you are the preacherâs daughter, meant for a quiet, respectable life you never asked for. but none of it matters when it comes to kim taehyung. with him, beneath the cherry trees, the world grows softer. time slows. every stolen kiss tastes like summer and ruin. you know it cannot last. you know the townâs eyes are sharp and its judgment unforgiving. still, you choose himâ desperately, recklesslyâ because some loves are worth breaking your entire world for. @seokbite
FUN AND GAMES ââ taehyung isnât all that surprised to discover how much he likes this. heâs always been obsessed with giving. gifts, love, attention, orgasms. Itâs only one step further to realize he wants you to take. @gukslut
BESOS NAVIDEĂOS ââ a christmas wedding, a house full of childhood friends, and an ex-boyfriend. what could possibly go wrong? dread fills you the moment you're back in town for alea's wedding, and not even your best friend, hoseok, can cheer you up with his rendition of christmas carols on the ride home. after a messy breakup, seeing your ex, taehyung, flares up your fight-or-flight response. will you two be able to keep it cordial, or will this wedding turn into an absolute disaster? @jjungkookislife
WHAT MATTERS MOST ââ running on little sleep and a lot of tension, channi, taehyung, and their two year old daughter bella set off on a five hour drive for a family wedding. between missed alarms, quiet resentment, small arguments, and shared exhaustion, the road tests taehyungâs patience and his priorities. but when channi finds herself in danger, taehyung is reminded that no matter how tired or irritable he is, his family comes first, always. @sntjk
ALL I AM IS A MAN ââ just a man loving his woman very much. @sturnaisa
FRAGMENTS OF YOU ââ y/n finds solace in a quiet seaside town, where fleeting moments with kim taehyung teach her the quiet power of love, presence, and letting go. @inkedwithcharm
THEY WERE RIGHT ââ this is basically the first time doing anal with your boyfriend taehyung. @bunnybubae
STRESS RELIEF ââ while sergeant kim taehyung is deployed for the holidays, youâre hired to ease the stress sergeants such as him may face. @trivia-yandere
EAT MY LOVE ââ âfill me, fill you, I got some love, feel me, feel you, I got some love.â @joonberriess
FIREFLIES ââ âthereâs no hope for people like us, sweetheart. Weâre destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.â @sugaxjpg
OUR LOVE IN TWO LINES ââ taehyung always wears his heart out on his sleeves. you get pregnant unexpectedly, why don't his emotions come rushing through as usual? @youmistme
HEAT AFTER DARK ââ heâs been around foreverâyour brotherâs best friend, charming, off-limits, and slowly getting under your skin. when a group camping trip forces you too close for comfort, the tension finally snaps. @divinelyparkjimin
COME BACK TO ME ââ to see you cry hurt the deepest part of his being, he wanted to kiss away the tears and take you somewhere you would never be upset. where you would only smile and laugh. but he couldnât, he told himself. because here you were, still crying, and his hands were void of the worlds he wanted to give to you. @bebetae
DAMN CHOCOLATES ââ taehyung and channi show up to their friends christmas party in matching pajamas, expecting a cozy night of holiday chaos, however white elephant games, and laughter later- everything goes off the rails when gifts get stolen, & spicy adult chocolates missing⌠with taehyung eating them by accident. now heâs stuck in a hilariously awkward situation inside his pants that he definitely did not plan for, and channi is trying not to laugh at his very obvious predicament. @sntjk
HALFWAY BETWEEN THE GOLDEN HOUR AND YOUR LIPS ââ nothing kim taehyung does should surprise you. he's been your best friend for the last two years and so you know his ways of passing time, including the entertainment of a large audience. so when he asks you if you just want to make out to pass the time, you shouldn't be taken so aback, but there's absolutely nothing that couldâve prepared you for what the question unfolds. @jensthwa
LET ME FOLLOW ââ you disappear just before your anniversary, leaving behind a man who has survived everything except your absence. each step draws him closer to a truth he isnât ready to face. @mrsvante
GIRL CODE ââ y/n is falling for her best friends crush, but she wonât make a move because she doesnât want to break girl code. that doesnât stop taehyung from falling for her and trying to make a move. @allysonhope
NEXT YEAR ALL OUT TROUBLES WILL BE MILES AWAY ââ determined to break down his walls as a new yearâs resolution, (y/n) impulsively signs up for taehyung's art class. what follows is a series of lingering looks, whispered names, and enough "friendship energy" to make the rest of the group (specifically Jimin lmao) suspicious. from an almost kiss at a new yearâs countdown to a cozy, candlelit moment during a winter storm, (y/n) and tae slowly realize that they aren't just student and teacher, but they are two people finally learning to see each other clearly. @hazytaezy
VANILLA ââ taehyung is usually a very conservative person. heâs also the type of person who is not fond of PDA at all. channi however is the total opposite. she thrives for new things & experiences. sheâs wild & spontaneous in every way. what happens when channi calls taehyung a âvanillaâ person in bed? how would he react & would he give Into her little reckless request of doing something naughty in public sightâŚ? @sntjk
THE THINGS WE DONT SAY UNTIL WE DO ââ a quiet morning, a shift neither of them names, and a night where unspoken things finally find their shape. a slow, gentle unraveling of two people who learn each other in the small momentsâsoft looks, shared spaces, and the kind of closeness that sneaks up on you long before you realize itâs there. @mytaegiheart
STROKE GAME ââ teasing taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences. @jungkussyficrecs
ONE OF THE BOYS ââ all your life you wanted only one thing- for kim taehyung to like you. you did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. but who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him? @littlemisskookie
WHILE YOU SLEEP ââ you and your husband haven't had sex in days. both sexually frustrated, taehyung had enough of this stress pent up in him and decides to take it out on you while you sleep. @younithv
BAD DECISIONS ââ drug dealer taehyung x fem reader. @n9mgi
NOBODY ELSE ââ runaway lovers. @btsvt-bar
SHOW YOU I LOVE YOU ââ your husband proves he is perfectly fine. @milk-moonbunnies
AFTER MIDNIGHT ââ @watashijeon
CLAIR DE LUNE ââ the softest taehyung smut. @gukslut
YOU CALL, I RUN ââ @layover-mp7
PEELING MANDARINS ââ your bi-weekly movie nights with taehyung had always been the safest part of your life, until the night a forgotten promise dragged you both to a housewarming party instead. what should have been just another evening between best friends slowly unravels when a single mandarin and one honest confession shift the air between you. after so many years of pretending nothing has changed, one night might be all it takes to finally peel back the layers. @yoongiofmine
THE ONE ââ after accepting the lead role in a romance series, taehyung finds himself in a quiet rural town where, for the first time in over a decade, heâs free to exist without being recognized. Itâs just his luck that the one person who finds him is the one who once knew him best. and the one he never truly had. @taevescence
FANCY DINNERS, EMOTIONAL PROPOSALS ââ you and taehyung go out to dinner for your 5th anniversary of being together, but on this particular night, your boyfriend has an emotional trick up his sleeve. @kooslovv
DIAMONDS DANCING ââ @layover-mp7 (we all love grills taehyung)
TOWERING HEIGHTS ââ he was a sweet neighbour, a friendly face that made you feel like you weren't alone in this new city. Until one day, you accidentally uncovered what he did for work, and now he's trying his best to keep you out of his tangled mess. @layover-mp7
TOO LONG; DIDNT READ ââ this is the story of how you trolled your way into taehyungâs heart. @fortunexkookie
FARM BOY ââ farmertaehyung! @dreamescapeswriting
SWEET NOTHINGS ââ @dreamescapeswriting
KING OF THE CLOUDS ââ you were in an arranged marriage with a man youâre convinced isnât fit to be your husband. heâs got his head too high in the clouds. @httpjeon
DRUNK LOVE ââ âJerk off for me.â @edytae
OWNER OF A LONELY HEART ââ youâre still single nearly two years after breaking up with your ex, and the lack of intimacy in your life is finally starting to get to you. If only there was someone out there, someone willing to help you feel a little less... lonely. @jinfizz
RIDE WITH ME ââ while on location for taehyungâs driving vlog, he shuts the camera off to make a confession. @theharrowing
MARIPOSA ââ @cupoftaae
SWEETBITTER ââ you always hated him, his cockiness and his teasing. but after five years when circumstances lead you to spend more time with him, you start to question your true feelings. you still canât stand him but this time, you donât know if itâs because of your hate or your knees. @rosedtae
DAISY ââ sleeping with your infuriating, unfairly attractive rival in art school? stupid. sleeping with him without protection? even more stupid. when you became pregnant with kim taehyungâs child at 21, your young lives suddenly derailed for the worst. fulfilling your parental roles early on proved difficult, but five years later, perhaps it was time to give your complicated relationship a second chance; not only for yourselves, but for your baby daughterâdaisy. @chateautae
(mini & long) SERIES
THE BRIDE ââ "a former assassin awakens from a four-year coma after her ex-lover taehyung tries to kill her on her wedding day. driven by revenge for the loss of her unborn child and stolen life, she creates a hit list and embarks on a ruthless mission to take down everyone responsible." @chimcess
OUT OF LINE ââ "you don't flirt back. you don't fold. and taehyung is running out of rules left to break." @jungkoode
THE HAND WHICH STILLS THE WILDEST SOUL ââ âFor if she doesnât, he will never find calm. the healer and the knight, connected by fate, find peace in each other and comfort at night.â @borathae
WHITE DRESS ââ being a waitress in a small town was a comfortable and familiar routine. however, when police officer kim taehyung, AKA the most annoying man in town asks you for help with a murder case, you realize your life is about to become much less mundane. @strawbarryjiminie
THINGS WE DONT SAY ââ three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. but when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems. @wintaerbaer
FOREVER AND A DAY ââ your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. he knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision. @cupoftaae
this is just another set of pure classics along with recent stories that are just pure art, I have SO many stories that Iâve liked to recommend in the future, these are some of the best that Iâve read so far. theyâre all so entertaining and I truly admire all of these writers and their ideas and ways they put these stories together, because now that Iâm starting my writing journey, itâs not easy to come up with ideas and FINISH them, especially seriesâs. to those authors that Iâve mentioned or that see this post, keep going because youâre AMAZING!
âââââ AFTERCARE WITH WINGS KTH x READER Ë âŚ fluff, sexual references, conversations, long distance rls âŚ
you couldnât bother paying attention to anything else other than his softening cock inside of you, his hips giving a few slow thrusts, finally coming down from your high.
you felt sticky everywhere, in a satisfying way. at least, for a bit, until you started to feel uncomfortable. his hand was softly resting on your waist, making it easy for you to move away and sit up, him slipping out of you in the process.
his hand fell on the bed with a thump, his eyes fixed on your bare back as you sat on the edge of the bed. âwhere are you going?â his voice raspy.
âthe bathroom,â you answered, looking back and leaning to leave a kiss on his lips that had started to pout as his cheeks pressed into the pillow. he smiled, rolling onto his back, stretching.
you came back to find him with his phone on his hand, only in his boxers, his back on the headboard. âare you hungry?â he asked, scratching the back of his head.
âat this hour?â it was about eleven pm, who would willingly deliver food at this hour?
âyeah, why?â he replied, confused. âitâs late, taehyung. obviously.â you chuckled.
he looked at the time, âshit, didnât realize,â he paused. âstill, there has to be someone out there.â
you put on a bra and panties, putting on his sweatpants and a random shirt. âwhat would you even order anyway?â
âI dâknow, wings?â he offered.
you shrugged, âdoesnât sound bad.â
so he did, tapping on the bright screen that highlighted minimal lighting into the room. he got a notification from his bank account, he had bought the food.
âit should arrive it twenty.â he yawned, moving to slightly fall face flat on the bed. you approached him, giving him a quick massage, his groans low.
the two of you moved to the living room of your apartment, the order arriving in less than five minutes. you started clearing the coffee table, making sure there was space for the food taehyung had ordered.
when taehyung came to visit you, he came for somewhat an extended time. the longest heâs stayed had been three weeks, when his holiday breaks allowed him. other times, like this one, he stays for a week. and sometimes, very rare but not surprising, he would stay only for three days.
those were the times youâve realized how much you really loved him, because youâd do anything for him to stay here with you. little things would make butterflies rise within your stomach, like seeing his toothbrush rest next to yours, seeing his clothes get mixed up with yours as they got thrown in the laundry basket, his spot on the bed heâd left wrinkly, minor things that made you wonder, how nice would it be to live with him permanently?
but he was clingy, through texts and calls and in person. the first day heâd arrive, the two of you would immediately find yourselves tangled in bed, your sweaty bodies becoming one. heâd never leave your side, at home and in public, taking you out on dates to places youâd never been before despite living there.
maybe one day. when the both of you are successful in life, and when itâs destined to happen.
you heard a knock on the door, signaling the wings taehyung had ordered were here.
you set up the containers on the table, setting pillows so the two of you could sit down comfortably.
both of you started eating, taehyung only leaving the bones on his plate as he really devoured the meat off of them. In between eating and moments of comforting silence, there were conversations. ones that made taehyung listen attentively as you spoke, sharing your opinion on topics heâd brought up or vice versa.
âyou know,â he swallowed the bite he has taken. âall of my friends are either married or have kids, and sometimes I sit there and scroll through their stories and posts.â he pauses.
âand Iâm like, âdamn.â I want that for me someday, with you, but I feel like Iâm so far behind.â you nod, listening to his words.
âyeah, Iâve been thinking about it too.â halting as you think. âweâre still young though, we have a future ahead of us and I think weâd need to be completely sure of our decisions and goals. right now, I want to consider a stable job and education to bring to an end to finally feel like I can, yâknow, fully settle down.â
he hums, agreeing as he takes another wing in his hold. âyeah, thatâs true. Iâd rather go slow and steady to end up with positive and satisfying results in our relationship rather than rushing it and, having something go wrong.â he states, making you nod.
âexactly, but yâknow once in a while itâs fine to look up to the families and relations our friends have and take inspo at least in terms of, âthis is sweet, I wanna do this some day with taehyungâ.â you say, he giggles, the wing in his mouth.
âI love you.â he pecks your lips, leaving the sauce planted on them. grabbing your cup, he drinks the soda inside.
âI love you too, someday weâll have a perfect life, okay?â
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âNow playing: The Less I Know The Better by Tame Impala âŤ
Daphne giggled, rolling on her bed.Â
There was a soft yet cold blue light seeping through the curtains, through the cracks of her blinds, and into the bedroom.
The sky was limpid, its shade as thick as hot chocolate, the air as cold as ice cream, and the clouds as soft as coffee foam.
The bedroom was dark. Light came from underneath the door, through the blinds, from her phone, its screen shining against her face and the sheets, and through the blanket.
It was slowly becoming a habit.
She'd wake up, and the first thing she reached for, even before the switch of the lamp, was her phone, especially on the weekends.
What wasn't constant was the app she'd launch; sometimes it was WhatsApp, sometimes Instagram, and other times it was Snapchat.
The last message she'd sent was to Taehyung.
It was a picture she'd shared with Cleo, later on, but the thread of messages was always longer when she texted Taehyung.
It was a mirror selfie, something she'd taken right after showering, skin damp, hair wet, and a towel around her body.
With an exhausted smile, she posed and captured her look when she forgot to wipe off her mascara before hitting the shower.
When she'd sent it to Cleo, the caption was different, and the pose similar.
When sheâd sent it to Taehyung, the caption read âyou were today years old when you discovered that your girlfriend can turn into a pandaâ.
He'd replied with a few laughing emojis, saying that the panda as a chosen animal was rather peculiar.Â
âPeople usually turn into werewolves,â he'd said.
Her reply was blunt: âBold of you to assume that I'd choose something so common and easy.â
He'd chuckled to himself. At the time, he was just moments away from having dinner, pausing mid-table setting just because daphieeee had sent him a picture on Snapchat.
He'd beg to differ. The reply was funny, not solely because it just was, but also because he believed that anything tied to Daphne was easy by nature, of a simplicity that he envied, a simplicity that invoked peace better than sleep.
There was nothing complicated, and going against the popular belief that âcomplexâ meant âinterestingâ, he believed that the easygoing nature of their relationship was exactly what made everything more thrilling, constantly so.
Why live on the edge of uncertainty when one could just hover around in the certainty of knowing you have someone?
âI know the place, made the reservation the other day.âÂ
Daphne's voice was purposely kept under wraps so she wouldnât wake her family up, or worse, her dogsâLoki was in the bedroom, sleeping on the floor, his new favourite spot.
âUsed to go there with friends, Margot precisely, but now, itâll have a better memory attached to it.â
Hadnât it been for the blanket lying heavily on her body, sheâd be swinging her feet in the air, chin on her palm, and cheeks swollen from her smile.
Taehyung was on the other side of the phone, hair ruffled, face squished by his pillows and poorly lit by the blue light of his phone, and voice raspy from sleep.
âWhen did you wake up?â He cleared his throat and checked the time. âFucking hell. Iâve never woken up at seven on a Saturday.â
She only giggled, pushing the phone against the pillow to stretch her arms. âTodayâs a special day.â
âYeah, it is.â He hummed, turning on his side, face digging deeper into the pillow and body lazying out on the bed. âAnd weâre doing fifty-fiftyââ
âOnly âcause Iâm soft-launching you out of your comfort zone,â she glared at him. âWe couldâve gone anyway, and I wouldâve excused myself to the bathroom to payââ
âHmm, a trick I know too well. Donât worry. It would never happen.â
âWhy are you so against it?â she laughed, silently screaming at the phone. âThereâs really nothing wrong about itââ
âI donât know. Canât explain it. Letâs blame the fucking patriarchy,â he groaned, turning on his back, and she laughed harder.
âOkay, then, letâs blame the patriarchy. Itâs easier like thatââ
âOh, Lauri darling, Iâm not in the mood to have some historical and philosophical conversation so early in the morning with my mind going in and out of sleepââ
âDonât worry, Iâm not either,â she laughed, âbut I will one day.â
âPlease, tell me the date so Iâll know to fill that dayâs schedule.â
âYouââ but he laughed, the sound cutting her off so that she could listen. Her hand caressed her neck and moved to the back to scratch an itch that wasnât there.
âAnyway,â she resumed as soon as her mind started sending her alarms from the growing silence, âafter the train, weâll be taking the tube.â
âWe staying till late?â
âNot really, but if youâre suggesting taking the car, I would absolutely agree. Itâs really cold, and I donât know how many buses will be available on our way back.â
As she replied, she changed the application, checking the bus hours. âLast one passes at ten to twelve. Thatâs early.â
âHow so?â he chuckled.
âWell, I thought theyâd continue until like 1 AM or half past one.â
âMaybe in the city where there are many more people. Not here, though. Although it would be niceââ
âHmm. Actually, we can still take the bus then, no need for the car.â She tapped on his frame on the phone and returned to the call screen.
âYou sure?â
âYeah, yeah. The reservation is at half past seven. Weâll make it here before eleven certainly.â
âI trust you.â He ruffled his hair, and she smiled.
âThanks.â
This made him laugh as he sat up. âWhat should I say? Youâre welcome?â
She rolled her eyes and sat up too. âDonât say anything. Just fix your hair.â
She heard him laugh as she got off her bed, switching the lamp on. Loki was surprisingly still fast asleep, and given the light slipping in from underneath the door, Luke was downstairs, sleeping by the entrance.
She reached for her phone, walking to the bathroom. As she switched the light on, she squinted at the immediate burning and dry sensation in her eyes.
Besides Taehyungâs voice through the phone, the room was silent, and so was the neighbourhood, completely desolate as if the snow worked as acoustic foam.
âI wanna go matching again.â She looked at the phone, finding Taehyung walking around his bedroom, his hand busy ruffling his already messy hair.
He softly laughed at her words, looking down at his phone to see her reaching for her toothbrush and paste.Â
âYes, mâam,â he replied, and she had to pray every living and dead god just os she wouldnât roll her eyes again. âWhat would you wanna go with? Just keep in mind that my wardrobe could lead even Cleo into depression, colourwise.â
âBrownâs still a colour, Tae.â
He nodded, yawning. âBrown and? You wearing your red scarf?â
âYou have anything red?â
âHmm, let me see,â he placed his phone on the counter, checking his neck before reaching for his toothbrush, âthe lipstick marks have long faded away. Will you be helping out on that regard orââ
âUgh,â she groaned, sound muffled by her toothbrush and merging with his laugh. She spat in the sink and gave him a look of disbelief before rolling her eyes.
âDid I say anything wrong?â She shrugged violently, eyes speaking in her mouthâs stead, and he laughed harder. âWhat? You just get easily flustered, and itâs fun.â
âFun?â
âYeah, fun.â He began brushing his teeth, a smile on his face.Â
She rolled her eyes again and continued brushing, letting a comfortable and somewhat warm silence fall between them, between the phones, the road between their houses, and around them, in their respective bathrooms.
Just like the hills and the mountains, snowflakes seemed to be draped upon them, melting on their warm, rosy cheeks and falling off their chest from their racing yet somewhat calm hearts.
They listened to each other completing the simplest tasks, tap going on and off in the sink, brush scraping against their teeth, and water sounding like waving leaves on a summer morning.
After drying her face, Daphne reached for her phone again, returning to her bedroom with Loki now awake but still lying on the rug, living out its Saturday morning as society preached and allowed.
âHow about latte?â
Taehyungâs brows subtly shot up as he caught her question. He, too, was returning to his bedroom, but unlike Daphne, who was standing in front of her wardrobe, he slumped back onto his bed.
âLatte? Yeah, you have lattes in the morning.â
She laughed, body crouched down, and phone left on the chest of drawers by the closet.Â
âThatâs not what I meant. Latte as in the shade of brown, Tae.â
âOh, okay. What about it?â he yawned again. The cold water heâd splashed on his face clearly didnât work.
âYou have anything with that shade?â
He blinked once, twice, pressed his chin to his sternum as he looked in his wardrobe from the bed. At the silence, Daphne sprang up and grabbed the phone, finding him still lying down on the mattress, squinting his eyes somewhere out of focus.
âYou know youâre not Superman, right?â she chuckled.
âMan of Steel. I did call myself that once or twice, no? Isnât that another way to say âSupermanâ?â he replied, refusing still to get up as if heâd suddenly lost all his muscle weight and his bones had liquified.
âYeah, but the Man of Steel also had X-ray visionââ
âThank you, X-ray, not colour-coded, so he wouldnât be so different from me right nowââ
âAnd heâd get up.â
He finally looked at the screen, watching her expressions one moment and thinking about how to complete the task whilst being lazy the next.
âBaby, just get up.â The nickname made him spring up, eyes blinking as if heâd been blasted in the face with light.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm up now.â He stretched his body and started murmuring the colour shade as he approached his wardrobe.
She just smiled, elbow on her chest of drawers, cheek on her fist, and watched him, giggling when he continued murmuring even as he went through his clothes.
âLatte, latte, latteâ Ooh! Found something,â he announced, and she still watched in silence. âOoh, they are pants. I forgot I had these.â
She chuckled, still not replying and just watching.
âGimme a sec. Gotta see if they fit me still.â
He left the phone on his chest of drawers, and she caught some rustling in the background. While he handled that, she returned to her wardrobe, going through her sweaters and cardigans.
âHow does it look, Lauri?â
She sprang back up, moving to the phone with a single step. But she froze as soon as she saw him. It didnât last more than a millisecond, at least on the outside, but her system didnât forget; in fact, it felt as if sheâd gotten a brain freeze.
Heâd taken his phone, turned the camera to his surroundings, his mirror specifically, and there he stood, shirtless and just in his trousers, which, as usual, hang low enough for the band of his boxers to show.
It was the second time that week, within three days, that the boy had her mind spinning, that infamous quality of overthinking being applied in different fields.
She couldn't lie and say that she'd never imagined certain scenarios with him, even before they started dating, couldn't say that she hadn't pictured very specific moments up against her ceiling at night.
Sometimes, she'd imagine herself walking down the school corridor with a specific outfit that she was convinced would grab his attention.
Sometimes, she was a bit shameless, picking that one pair of jeans that made her look really good, stopping right beneath her hips, pooling down around her ankles to work as a crown around her shoes, and cinched in right places to enhance her curves.
She liked wearing baby tees, but she loved layering her tops, and something lacy had to be at the base. It was cute and as much of an accessory as cleavage.
She was never ballsy enough to wear a very deep cut top, still not that shameless, but she didn't mind dragging attention closer to the area by having the rim of her lacy tank top peek from above her cardigan and a nice set of jewellery just hovering around like they were arrows guiding the eyesâhis eyes specifically.
She'd also always fix her hair accordingly, waves meant to frame her face and isolate that part of her chest whenever he was around.
It was completely shameless, and at the thought of it, her cheeks heated up in embarrassment.
That isn't how you get a guy's genuine attention, she'd tell herself, but in the moment, she'd never remember, especially when he looked at her.
She forced her mind to return to the present and smiled. It was almost awkward, as if her brain had forgotten to equip every single facial muscle, too busy replaying a few scenes from Thursday in the auditorium.
âLooks good, Tae.â At least her voice wasnât as robotic and didn't reveal what her mind was making her revisit.Â
"Thought you didn't want it⌠But I don't mind sharing," he'd said when she'd asked him to have his lollipop back.
And just like she had been, and actually still was, but she digressed, she became a bit shameless, ballsy, keeping eye contact when she put the lollipop in her mouth.
He didn't giggle, chuckle, or anything. She did. It was rather that or breaking eye contact, but she couldn't because she'd never miss it for anything in the world, the way he had looked at her.
It'd made her completely forget, just for a moment, that they weren't alone, their friends were right beside them, in front of them, and their mates and teachers were there as well.
He'd smiled, not bright, not dull, a sort of smirk that pulled on something within her, which she was too mentally preoccupied to focus on.
âHmm, I think itâs more like sandy brown rather than latte, but I fear itâs the only option I have.â
He continued from his bedroom, completely unaware of Daphne's thoughts and what he'd triggered by simply asking her to see if his trousers looked good enough.
Perhaps, he was aware, just a little bit. Could blame it on laziness, but he knew what he was doing when he refused to grab a shirt in the meantime. The wardrobe was right there, he was going through it and yetâŚ
âShouldâve bought you a cyan hoodie," Daphne replied, reaching for a pair of pants in her closet, "and not the deep navy blue I gave you.â
He squinted, now the one rolling his eyes. âIâm sorry, I tend to buy what I like and know Iâd use when I go shoppingââ
âAnd yet, you said youâd forgotten these trousers even existedââ
âOkay, okay, you win,â he softly laughed, still checking the pants. âI think I was in my sophomore year when I got this. Do I even grow at all? What the fuck?â
âIt was, like, three years ago, Tae." Her soft laugh contrasted so much with what actually boiled in her pot of a mind. "You canât change that much in such a short span of time, plus most of your clothes are a bit oversized, so youâd need more time to grow into them.â
âYeah, youâre right. Why am I so dull this morning?â
âDonât know.â She shrugged, throwing the pair of trousers on her bed. Today would be the perfect day to wear them, plus wearing a skirt or a dress to go ice-skating wouldn't be such a great option anyway.
Last time she'd worn it, he'd complimented her looks.
âI canât believe you get easily shy like that.â He'd told her at the winter prom.
She'd narrowed her eyes at him, watching him take off his jacket. "I don't getâ"
âWhat, shy?â He'd chuckled. The sound was still fresh in her mind, such as the feelings that had surged through her as she looked at him leaning back against the sink, arms for support and a little smirk on his beautiful face.
He'd approached her as she silently admired him and placed his hands on her hips, the touch scorching hot in the best way. Spun around, she faced the mirror, feeling the heat of his body behind her, against her skin through the clothes. Â
âLook at you,â he'd begun, speaking so closely to her ear. The breath fanning against her neck left her feeling tickled but also heated up. She wanted to squirm away, but also lean closer until he kissed the very skin he was covering with goosebumps.
"Your cheeks are still redââ
She'd covered them, muscle memory, and she'd lovedâalways wouldâhearing him laugh behind her, hands reaching to pull hers off her face.
"Iâve already seen a lot of it. I think youâre a bit late.â His voice always did things to her, the waves washing over her like water.
âWell, we came in, and outside was coldââ she'd tried to come up with an excuse. It barely made sense because her brain wasn't working at its full capacity.
âYouâre just making excusesâ You know what? Letâs put it to the test. Iâll start.â His hands had left her body, and he'd backed away, leaving cold in his wake to perch on the opposite sink.
âI havenât told you yet, but your ass looks fucking amazing in those pants.â
She'd pretended to be appalled at his blunt comment. She wasn't really good at pretending, though, especially when she liked something.
She glanced back at the pants she'd just thrown onto the bed and wondered if he'd recognise them, where his mind would take him to the minute he'd set eyes on her.
Would he go a bit crazy just like her?
Would he be ballsier this time and use more of his senses to appreciate her? She liked it, loved it, and she still hadn't forgotten the feeling of his wandering hands.
It'd been a bit long since they'd last gone on a walk.
Was it wrong that she felt the way she felt?
âYour fault, maybe," he continued while she mentally reprimanded herself, because the date had to be wholesome, not freaky.
He was back on his bed, unsurprisingly so, waving his feet in the air with his cheek puffy against the palm of his hand.
âMy fault?â she giggled, sounding a bit muffled since her head returned to the closet, looking for a top. âHow is it my fault?â
âSimple. Iâm not a morning person.â
âAnd thatâs my fault?â
He dramatically gestured to his phone, drawing her attention to the fact that she could see him in real time.Â
âDo you see those icons and buttons on your screen? Can you see me? Iâm not in your room, thoughââ
âTaehyung, I know that I called youââ
âExactly, so your faultââ
âIâm going to sabotage the ice-skating lessons if you keep pestering me like a bugââ
âOh, but you adore this bug,â his voice picked up a few octaves, sounding squeaky and creepily funny. âYou adore this little butterflyââ
âOh, my fucking god," she laughed, "shut up and donât ever use that voice on meââ
âWhat?â he continued, blinking multiple times to make his eyes glitter. At this point, his face was so close to his camera, purposely trying to annoy her.
She rolled her eyes before showing him her cardigan.Â
âLatte shade,â she pointed out, posing for him. He finally snapped back to seriousness, getting up to show his trousers again, so they could inspect the colour.
âCan do?â he asked.
âWill doââ The knocking on the door startled her.Â
âNow playing: Invincible by Daniel Caesar, Omar Apollo âŤ
âDaph,â Dayanneâs voice was muffled from the other side. âCan I come in?â
"Yeah," she replied, throwing the cardigan on the bed.
"You on the phone with someone?" her sister inquired, walking into the room and closing the door.
"Hello!" Taehyung exclaimed from the other side of the screen, hand waving in the camera.
Dayanne laughed, waving back before sinking onto Daphne's bed.
"Oh, you're already getting ready?"
"Oh, no, no." Daphne closed her wardrobe. "We were just checking to see if the colour of our outfits matched."
"Oh my god," the girl gasped, hand covering her mouth, "that's so fucking cuteâ"
"Taehyung, I'll call you laterâ"
"Hey, no, why? I wanna hear some girl talk too. I'm all lonely in this house."
Daphne rolled her eyes, and Dayanne laughed in the background.
"I'll save you from your loneliness in a few hours, okay? See ya."
She blew him a kiss and ended the call despite his little whines.
"Y'all are so fucking adorable."
"This is exactly the reason why I ended the callâ"
"Are you going to be shy forever, Daph?" her sister teased, reaching for the pair of trousers on the bed.
Daphne was about to snatch it off her hands before she remembered that it wasn't that big of a deal. They were pants, not a set of lingerie.
"Will you be trying it on now? Nice pants, by the way."
"Thanks, and I don't know. What do you think?"
"Try it on. I wanna see."
Daphne shrugged, and without objections, she began changing, while her sister chatted in the background.
"How are you awake so early on a Saturday morning?" she asked, backing her to look into the mirror and button up the pants.
"Last day of winter break, Cole's leaving this morning, so I can't be spending my time sleeping. I've gotta hang out with my baby sister some more, hang out with Cleo a little and be awake when Cole comes around to greet us."
"Oh, true," Daphne turned around after fixing the trousers," you're both leaving today."
"Yep," Dayanne dropped onto the bed, hearing Loki hop onto it next to her. "You don't mind him on your bed, right?"
"No," Daphne answered, head still under the tank top she was wearing.
"You're living in paradise with Taehyung right now, no?" She bluntly changed the topic.
Daphne chuckled. "You could call it like that, although we kind of fought on Wednesday because of my mood swings. Solved it the same day, though."
Catching her sister's silence, Daphne expanded on it a little.
"Just had to do with my period cramps and all that bullshit, nothing serious really."
"Yeah, no, justâŚ" Dayanne trailed off to find the right words. "I remember that in December you'd left for his place, yeah, on his birthday, and when you returned, something was off about you."
Daphne froze, quickly continuing her activity to clear any suspicions.
"You fought then, too? First fight, I supposeâ Don't be scared to tell me. People fight. I'm not going to suddenly change my idea of him over a single fight. Besides, what could he really do to warrant that?"
They chuckled together, and Dayanne waited patiently for her sister to reply. The short span of silence was enough for Loki to drift off to sleep again.
"It was," she began, fixing the long sleeve and sitting down next to Dayanne.
"Family issues from his side, issues he didn't want to address, but they were kind of making things awkward between us."
"Family issues?" Dayanne echoed, and Daphne nodded.
"Has to do with his dad. I don't think they get along."
"Oh."
"Yeah," she sighed. "He never really talks about him, and I get it, but⌠You know, it was kind of hindering things not just with me, but also with his friends."
"Yeah, I get it. Reminds me of how you close up when you fail examsâ"
"Anne, it's not the same, come onâ"
"It's the same because of how you go about it, trying to ignore it, convinced that out of sight does really mean out of mind. Those around you notice."
"Yeah, and I think I didn't really handle it well. Kind of confronted him about it, but I clearly don't know enough to really speak up."
"Family issues like that are very sensitive, but I think that with time, he'll get comfortable enough to talk about it."
"Will he?" Daphne asked herself mostly. "I mean, he's barely mentioned much to his friends. How long will I have to wait for crumbs?"
Dayanne shrugged, lips in a pout. "Don't really know. But hey, sometimes it's quality over quantity. What he shares with you clearly isn't what he shares with his friends."
"Thank god, no?" and Dayanne laughed at that.
"Yeah, thank god. How are things going with the girl Cleo thinks has a crush on him?"
"Terrible."
Dayanne was taken aback. She didn't talk, the silence meaning she wanted to hear more.
"Let me guide you through that day. I came around, he was very happy, I gave him his gifts, he almost cried and told me that he loves meâ"
"He what?!" Dayanne gasped, but Daphne didn't share the enthusiasm.
"I didn't say it backâ I mean, in the moment, I was too shy to say anything, so I kissed him, but given how we ended the day, he probably thinks I don't love him."
"Hey," Dayanne placed her hand on her sister's thigh, "one step at a time, okay? You'll tell him when you feel like it and when the words aren't stuck in your throat from timidity."
"Hoping I will today," Daphne muttered. "I'm really looking forward to the date. I planned it, soâŚ"
Dayanne chuckled warmly. "How cute."
"Well, back to that day, we wereâŚ" she trailed off, thinking about the words to pick and those to not. Then she gave up. "Okay, yeah, we were making out when the girl came over."
"Oh, oh." Dayanne reacted to both pieces of news.
"Yeah, kind of an odd timing, but what was more odd was that he asked me to go downstairs to the door and tell her to leave because he wasn't feeling like talking to her."
"Okay, now that's kinda harshâ"
"Yeah, I told him⌠after, though, because he was so weird and I'd been walking on eggshells around him the entire time, so I just went along. I went to the door, and she was kinda rude about everything, but I didn't blame her. She'd brought him his birthday gift also, but when I gave it to him, he left it beside the bed on the floor, and I didn't like that."
"Yeah, that wasn't nice."
"I think he got stuck in his head, thinking about how to avoid the issues while forgetting that others around himâ" she froze as the words tied back to Dayanne's. "Yeah, you said it."
"So you guys fought about that."
"Yeah. I tried to be empathetic, but it tipped him off more because I don't know shit about anything, so I couldn't understand, which I get it, but boy, you don't tell me anything."
"Hmm," Dayanne nodded.
"Told him that, he started apologising, but then his grandma came in, and I left."
"Wow. You didn't tell us all this?"
"Feared you'd start disliking him. You guys all like him, and I justâ"
"Yeah, I get it. I do it, too, with Dereck sometimes. Don't want anyone to be holding grudges against him over misunderstandings we had."
"Exactly. But we settled things at the sleepover, while things got more sour with the other girl."
"Oh, my god, yeah, tell me about that."
"He'd fought with her, too. I was kinda satisfied, but that's besides the point."
Dayanne cackled.
"During the first, like, day and a half, he didn't really talk to her. The first night, we played a drinking game, and I felt a bit bad for the girl because her friends were essentially picking on her because she doesn't like drinking. I don't think she really liked that night, so later on, before bed, I followed her and tried to comfort her. I even apologised for the things that happened on Taehyung's birthday, but she didn't say anything, just left in complete silence."
"Oh, wow."
"Yeah, and I hated it even more because the following day, Taehyung finally approached her to talk, and she quickly forgave him. She's still holding grudges against me, while completely ignoring that the main culprit was Taehyung."
"Yeah, that's kinda weird."
"Really weird, and I can't deny it anymore. Up till this day, she hasn't talked to me, and I'm yet to tell Taehyung about it. I don't even know if I should."
Dayanne took in a deep breath and exhaled. "I think you should ignore her for now, see how things go, and if she does another sussy thing, you can bring it up to him. He likes, loves, you actually, so I think you should focus on him and neglect her."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, even rub it in her face if she fucks up again. I can't believe what I'd do if there was a girl like that around Dereck. I think I'd make sure she kind of walks in on us just so she knows where his priorities lie."
Daphne gasped, hand clutching her invisible pearls.
"Oh, my god, Anne. You're messyâ"
"You can't tell me you haven't imagined it and felt satisfied. If she won't get it the easy way, she'll have to understand it the hard way."
"We only make out, though, and not in public like thatâ"
"It seems that she has access to his house enough to come unannounced, no?"
"Hmm," Daphne nodded, "yeah, you could say that."
"Show her who's the madame of the house."
Daphne laughed, softly pushing her sister. "Okay, wow."
"And if you guys get to do anything X-rated, don't forget protectionâ"
"Okay, no, let's not talk about thatâ"
"If you need any advice, Daphie darlingâ"
"I think you've overstayed your welcome, Dayanne."
"And in case you maybe want to see a gynaecologist and prefer me over momâ" The words made Daphne freeze for a moment. "Yeah, you can call me, and I'll take you."
"Wouldn't I have to talk about it with mom anyway?"
"I'll handle that part. Whenever you need it, darling. I'll be taking my leave now. Call me later for the bangs"
And just like that, she left the room and her sister in it, pondering on her suggestion and sending her mind into overdrive, thinking about all the possible outcomes.
âNow playing: Chateau (Feel Alright) by Djo âŤ
Daphne peeled off the lip tint before reaching for her lip gloss.
The white lace of her low sleeves peeked from her cardigan, spilt over her hands and on top of the dark brown of her tank top, matching the boots she'd chosen.
The leather jacket draped over her bed was given to her by Dayanne.
"It's pretty old, and I don't wear it anymore," she'd said, but Daphne didn't mind. All she could think of was matching with Taehyung.
The plain black pants pooled just a little around her ankles, and the thick white socks she wore. Yes, she loved layering tops, but one look at her and anyone could tell that she was afraid of feeling cold.
Her bangs were freshly cut, framing her face, and a few strands were gathered in a braid at the back.
She wore tinier earrings than usual, always golden, but short enough to be seen and not too much to get caught in her hair, in the wool of her scarf or in the heat of the moment as they skated.
Loki was sleeping in a corner of her room, and she had yet to question it, thinking that it was probably out of tiredness.
She ruffled its fur a bit, kissed its forehead and left for the ground floor.
"I'm the one in charge of taking Daphne to the gynaecologist when she asks for it."
Dayanne was helping her mother do the dishes while her father tidied up the living room.
"Oh, really?" the mother gasped, "I never manage to make her comfortable enough around the topic. I'm glad you're available."
"She just doesn't want anyone to pester her. She can't even stand sex educationâ"
"Sex?" The father looked up, hands busy reaching for something underneath the couch.
"Yes, sex, Dad. Nothing crazy."
The man completely abandoned his chores, joining them in the kitchen to lean against the counter.
"Are we talking about you orâ"
"No, Daph."
"Daph?" he asked, almost shocked. "W-what?"
"Dad, she's growing. You know that, right?"
"Anne," the mom scoffed, "he's still seeing her eight years younger when she always called for him to grab a book from the higher shelves."
The man smiled lovingly, looking up at the ceiling as if a little memory cloud would form before him.
"Do you blame me? She's adorable. I still remember how she'd station herself on the living room floor and copy alphabet letters back to back until she liked the shapes."
The wife smiled too, mentally reaching for the same memory. "Yeah, really adorable."
"I still remember how much she cried when I went on a school trip."
"Oh, my god, yes!" The parents said in unison.
"She'd gone to sleep soon after and woke up with tennis balls in place of her eyes."
They laughed together, sighing in unison when it died down.
"And now she's closer to having her first timeâ"
"Dayanne, you've been getting blunt lately," said the dad.
"No, you're just in denial. Dad, she's going to be eighteen in a matter of weeks."
"I need to remember to look for a driving school," the mom muttered. "I'll ask my dad."
"She's got a boyfriend now," Dayanne pestered on. "You've got to guide her on the right path. This is her age of self-discovery."
"Okay, little philosopherâ"
"Philosopher? Dad, seriously?"
"Hmm, yes, what?" he whined. "I heard the pill has so many side effects. What ifâ"
"Honey, life has side effectsâ"
"And she could get an IUD insteadâ"
"Saw a TikTok animation about that," he countered, "how am I supposed to let her go through something like that?"
"Dad, I have it tooâ"
"Not like I could convince you otherwise. You're way more stubborn than Daphne."
"Has its perksâ"
"Why are you so whiny about it, honey? She's not a baby any longer. She's grown, has a boyfriend, and will be eighteen in two weeks."
"Can't I be? I was with Dayanne as wellâ"
"So, you've played these games before. Stop behaving like a noobâ"
"Taehyung's an angel compared to how you used to be. You broke your ankle jumping out of my window, remember? Or should I ask my dad to revisit that memory for you? He's right next doorâ"
"Okay, I get it, jeezâ"
"So I offered to take her to the gynaecologistâ"
They instantly stopped speaking the moment they heard Daphne's feet softly thumping down the stairs.
"Why is there sudden silence?" she asked from the stairs before appearing in front of them at the entrance of the living room.
"Hello!" she called them, brows furrowed and eyes squinted. "What were y'all talking about?"
"Nothingâ"
"Your dad was throwing tantrums as usual."
Dayanne and the mom spoke at the same time, and Daphne's suspicion only thickened.
"Yeah, you know me," the man softly chuckled.
"SoâŚ" Daphne walked into the living room, "all this is because you're throwing tantrums?"
"Apparently," he shrugged. "Not a big deal, right?"
"Right." She crossed her arms. "Tantrums are human."
"Exactly, my darling. You see? You and I are so similarâ"
"Oh, I would never swear on that," she bit back, smiling and scooting her head away when her father walked past her and wanted to ruffle her hair.
"Can't you see that I've carefully taken care of it?" she pointed to her head. "Anne also helped me trim my bangs."
"Oh, yeah," the mother latched onto the new topic, "I was wondering when you'd get a haircut."
"Right now," Daphne walked closer while the dad resumed his chores behind her, "I'm choosing not to cut my hair. Like them long."
"Yeah, looks really good," Dayanne agreed.
"Yeah?"
"Mh-hmm."
"How do I look right now, outfit included?"
"Pretty."
"Gorgeous."
"Stunning."
They all replied, and she brightly smiled, thanking each one of them.
"You're heading toâŚ"
"Aurora Borealis, Dad. I know y'all are so happy that I don't get to drag you guys ice skating this year."
"We?" the mom and the sister exclaimed in unison.
"Yes, you. I know y'all are so scared."
"You were scared, too, when Margot first dragged you there."
"No, Dad," Dayanne butted in. "Theo and Tara had dragged us there when I was in ninth grade. She was scared then."
"I remember her being scared to go even with Margot."
"Yeah, the same way I'm scared of skiing with Taehyung, but there's no harm in trying, no?"
"Unless you break your backâ"
"Mom, is that what you wish for me?"
"Oh, no, no, no, darling," she giggled. "I was just saying."
Daphne's phone vibrated in the back pocket of her jeans, and taking it out, she read Taehyung's message.
"He just left his place."
"Who?"
"Taehyung, Dad. Who else?"
"Sorry, I'm just a bit distracted."
"Yeah, only god knows what you guys were gossiping about before I came downstairs."
She muttered on her way to the front door, sitting on the small couch there to put on her boots.
"But I don't mind," she continued, zipping up the shoe. "It'll eventually come out, one way or the other, and I'll have my revenge then."
She zipped up the jacket, swinging the red scarf around her neck, while her family resumed the house chores in silence.
"Oh, please. Could someone check on Loki? He's been sleeping all day."
The father sighed, and Daphne turned around confused, with her hand on the door handle.
"Loki and Luke are getting old, darling."
"Yeah," the mom smiled. "With age comes long-lasting tiredness."
"Oh god. You're trying to tell me that one day they won't wakeâ This is not the time for me to be thinking about something like this."
"Exactly," Dayanne butted in. "That's how life goes, but they won't drop dead today, thank the heavens."
Walking closer to her, she went in for a hug, giving her a couple of kisses on the temple.
"See you on spring break."
"I've got mascara on," Daphne mumbled in the embrace. "I can't cry now."
"Don't. Go have fun and send me pics, okay? It's better if I'm the one seeing you off and not the other way round."
"Oh, my god," Daphne pouted. "Shut up."
She reached for another hug, heavily sighing in it, her eyes closed tight.
"I'm going to miss you so much."
"I'll miss you too."
Her phone vibrated again. They both heard it and slowly broke the hug.
Daphne twisted the door handle, and Dayanne smiled, waving at her and watching as she eventually left, leaving the house in an almost cold silence.
"Fuck," she sighed, "she's really growing so fastâ"
"Told youâ"
"Dad, you weren't slick at all. She almost busted us."
âNow playing: Electric Love by Borns âŤ
Granny looked out of the window, sitting in her favourite armchair, watching Daphne walk past her house and stop right at the entrance of their neighbourhood. Then, within a matter of minutes, Taehyung arrived, and she smiled as they hugged.
"Looking gorgeous," he said, hands finding her hips while her arms circled his neck for an embrace.
"You don't look bad either."
"Girls love saying that, gosh. I could name you five different rom-coms where the female lead says this."
"Oh, my god," she giggled in the hug, pulling back enough to look at his face. "You watch rom-coms?"
"Yeah?" he replied with disbelief. "My dick won't suddenly shrink, and my balls won't fall off. I ain't that kinda guy."
"Well, thank god. Wouldn't be fun." She laughed, patting his shoulders and breaking the hug. "Today will be, though."
"You cut your bangs?" he asked, their fingers intertwining as they made their way to the bus stop.
"Yeah. Damn, you noticed."
"Obviously, Lauri. Don't wanna come off as a creep, but I spend an unhealthy amount of time just staring sometimes."
She giggled, loving the honesty. "Don't worry. There's nothing unhealthy about me."
"Yeah," he slung his arm around her shoulders, "I second that."
"Today isn't feeling so cold," she began, slipping her arm around his waist and matching his pace. "Thursday scared me."
"Thursday scared everyone, I believe. I'd never closed my window so fast in my life."
She puffed, laughing. "My mom was lowkey screaming around the house about how I couldn't go out in such weather."
"I mean⌠she's your mom and knows that just a little oopsie will have you falling ill."
"Wow," she poked his rib, smiling as he laughed. "You're picking on my immune system."
"Helping you acquire new antibodies."
"Sorry, how so?" she looked up.
He didn't expand on it, looking forward as if he got lost in his thoughts. She was still smiling, looking ahead as well, when he spoke.
"Brought your camera?"
She turned to him, grin wide and with a big nod. He softly chuckled, pinching her cheeks.
"Good." He looked ahead again. "I've got mine too."
"Really?" she paused. The road was empty, cars seemingly passing every five minutes. "That's perfect."
"Yeah, thought an extra hand would help us fill up the little photo album you made."
Her eyes widened with realisation, and she shyly smiled, looking at the asphalt.
"Oh, yeah," she shrugged, remembering the creative process. "Glad you like it."
"Love it."
She smiled again, unsure of what to say without completely combusting.
"I keep it on my bedside table," he continued, and the more he spoke, the hotter her cheeks became, hurting the more she grinned.
"And sometimes, I consider taking out that one picture we took on the bus and putting it in a frame."
"You really like that one," and he nodded, the chuckle ever-so soft. "Glad I picked it."
"Yeah, me too."
They stopped by the bench and under the bus stop shelter. The world around them was completely white, planes and hills, leaves and branches, roofs and road corners.
According to the timetable, the bus would get to them in minutes, soon enough to save them from becoming popsicles.
"Wanna sit?" he offered, looking at the bench as if it were on fire.
"No?" she replied, chuckling. "I'll get frostbitten in the butt."
"Never said you'd be sitting directly on it."
She gave him a pointed look, and he proudly smiled. "What?"
"What do you think?"
"Can't think right now," he shrugged, failing in his pretence. "What are you thinking about?"
She held eye contact, inspecting him, and he didn't break it, teeth catching his bottom lip to hide his grin a little.
"What do you think I'm thinking about?"
"Told you I can't think right nowâ"
"What am I thinking about?" she pestered, stepping closer. He didn't retreat.
"Just said," he paused, lowering his chin as the distance between them shrank until there wasn't any more. "I can't think right nowâ"
"Why?"
He softly chuckled, slipping his hands out of his pockets to find her waist.
"You look beautifulâ"
"Is that what you think I'm thinking about?"
"It's what I know you're aware of."
She smiled. "Then it's still not what I'm thinking aboutâ"
But he cut her off with a kiss, pulling her closer as if there was any space left to delete, as if they'd left enough for even an atom to exist.
She cupped his face, pulling him down instead of standing on the tip of her toes, and he just followed, bending down to her height and enclosing her in a tighter hug.
They were both smiling in the kiss, revelling in the mutual warmth, when the bus roared from behind them, steadily approaching the stop.
Stupidly, as if they'd never get the chance to kiss again, they dragged it on, one leaning when the other wanted to pull away until the bus was basically parked next to them, doors hissing open.
They giggled, and he let her pull him onto the bus, beelining for the backseat despite the rows of empty ones they passed.
Before they could make it, the driver had already closed the doors and resumed their journey. Seconds before Daphne's face-planting against a random seat along the way, Taehyung reached for her, arm circling her frame to keep her close.
She laughed, both hands holding onto him, and he guided them through the rest of the short journey until they slumped onto the seats.
"Thanksâ"
But he replied with a kiss, leaning into her space. She giggled again, pulling away briefly just to tease him, listening to his groans, and watching as he got close until he was sitting on her seat with her in his lap.
"You're welcome," he finally said after leaving her breathless.
She grinned, left arm falling around his shoulders and legs stretching onto the empty seat next to him.
"Here's the itinerary," she began, freezing up briefly the moment he reached for the zip of her jacket.
"It'll get hot," he simply said, and she didn't object, just let him before reaching for his zip and pulling it down herself.
He didn't utter a word, just slowly nodded, which made her giggle.
"Okay, back to the itinerary."
"Yeah, the itinerary."
"TerminalâŚ"
"TerminalâŚ" he echoed.
"TrainâŚ"
"TrainâŚ"
"TubeâŚ"
"Ice rink," he continued.
"Dinner."
"Then home."
"Yep, sounds nice, no?"
"Sounds familiar. I believe you told me, like, a thousand timesâ"
"Oh, come on," she whined, hitting his chest, "why are you so good at ruining the mood?"
"I'm just playing around, you little ticking bomb."
"Okay, that's a first."
"Glad to have the title." She laughed, returning her phone to her bag to take her camera.
"First pic of the day, come on," and he complied, leaning closer, face basically hidden in the crook of her neck, making funny expressions, while she giggled, catching the moment in a short string of pictures.
âNow playing: I See You by Jutty Ranx âŤ
Getting off at their school bus stop without a suffocating crowd blocking the doors and a wave of students pouring uphill to the buildings looked utterly abnormal to Daphne's eyes.
She still went grocery shopping with Cleo on Saturdays, but she never got off at the terminal. Opes Nostras had its own bus stop.
Nonetheless, given the company, she barely registered such details, walking behind Taehyung with their hands linked.
It took them longer than planned to get to the train station because she recorded moments with her phone or took pictures with her digital camera, while he needed to snatch a kiss from her every two steps.
She was familiar with the station now, which would be her fourth or fifth time coming there.
They paid for their tickets at the machines before walking under the tracks to reach the right platform.
"So your cousins taught you how to ice-skate?"
"Yeah," she replied, looking up at him. She held his hand with her left one while her right one wrapped around his arm all the way down and up the stairs.
"I was, like, eight or nine when we'd gone over to their place for Christmas holidays. They took the chance and took us to an ice rink. I was so scared."
"I can imagine."
"Me scared, or the experience being scary?"
"Both?"
She rolled her eyes and continued as they emerged from the underground staircase.
"Theo, my cousin, the older one, he's a jerk sometimes, and that day, he'd told me that if I'm not careful and I fall with my hands on the ice, someone could ride past and slice them right off."
Taehyung threw his head back, laughing while she watched with a soft frown.
"Why are you laughing? Like, imagine being that age, and someone tells you something like that?"
He sharply exhaled, nodding and trying to cool down.
"Yeah, totally," he replied, voice still a bit unstable. "Real jerkâ"
"Oh, I hate it when you do like thisâ"
He resumed laughing, forcing his voice through the fits.
"Like what? What did I do? Want me to cry for you?"
"You're a jerkâ"
"You kiss this jerkâ"
"Yes, unfortunately, I do."
"Unfortunately?" His eyes went wide, his smile stretching across his face. "Unfortunately, you say? Let's see who goes longer without a kissâ"
"Oh, oh!" she exclaimed. "You really didn't say thatâ"
"I didâ"
"You, of all people, are making such a bet? What sort of self-harm is this?"
"Just watch and seeâ"
"Yes, I will, and I'll also be entertained."
He rolled his eyes, smiling and knowing that she was absolutely right. They were still waiting for the train, and he'd already kissed the gloss and tint off her lips.
He knew he wouldn't resist throughout the rest of the day.
As soon as they stepped off the train in the city, the first thing they noticed, before the thick crowd, the loud voice playing through the loudspeaker, and the roar of the train on the opposite tracks, was the temperature, which was significantly warmer.
The cold didn't feel pungent on their cheeks, didn't pinch the tips of their noses or cover them with an uncomfortable shroud despite their journey in a warmer environment.
"Ever been here?" Daphne looked up, guiding Taehyung through the busier station, a stark contrast to the ones around their home, which would be emptier and have fewer glowing panels.
As they walked away from the platforms, soft mall music began playing in the background, resounding from a distance.
"Yeah, but not really often."
"Oh, my god, you did?" she gasped.
Moving away from the naturally lit space behind them, they were plunged into slimmer corridors with artificial blue lighting and walls made with grey panels.
"Yeah, we kind of go anywhere, especially because somehow Jungkook knows half the world and never misses the chance to be invited to a random party."
She hummed while looking around to restore a few memories.
"This way," she softly pulled him, and he meekly followed.
The panel in front of them was red and square-shaped with a big white 'M' in the centre.
"Let's get our tickets here," and they approached the display of vending machines, stretching from just snacks, just drinks, to tickets.
"So you've been on a tube, no? If skiing is a tradition to youâ"
"Yeah, yeah," he softly laughed, "yeah, I've been on a tube."
She'd already bought her ticket and leaned against the machine, arms crossed and a smile on her face, just to watch him.
"Not often, I guess."
"Guessed right," he softly pinched her cheek, ticket in hand. "Let's go."
She immediately grabbed the hand he offered her, despite having to break the contact just a few steps ahead to go through the gates.
He was standing in front of her on the escalator, turned to listen to the stories she'd lived in the tube.
"I haven't seen many ever since I moved, but," she pulled his hand to guide him to the right platform. He giggled and let her drag him around. "But there are always a few officers stationed around to check if you paid the ticket."
"Oh, yeah, I know. Jungkook almost got in trouble because of them," he laughed, hopping down the stairs beside her.
"Oh, my god, how? He walked behind someone to pass the gates?"
"No, no, on the train, not the tube."
"Oh, yeah, I can see why he thought he'd get away with that."
The train was minutes away from their stop, as the panel said. But they didn't read it, knowing that it arrived every five minutes.
"How did he get away with it?"
Her heart skipped a bit the moment he spun her around and pulled her against his chest. It wasn't anything unexpected, but it always hit her like it was the first time.
He began playing with her hair, pushing back a few stubborn strands and stopping to caress her cheeks from time to time.
"We got off at the next stop before they could make it to us." His voice was almost monotonous as he just admired, eyes naturally falling to her lips.
She smiled through it, feeling her cheeks warm up, but didn't say anything or move an inch. She just leaned into his touch as much as possible, grabbing her wrist from behind his back to cage him in her embrace.
"Well, I always grabbed the tube to school, bus, and then the tube, so my parents paid for the annual ticket to avoid, y'know, unfriendly encounters."
As she uttered the words, the train sped to the platform, slowing to a complete halt before the doors sprang open.
"Whenever I took it, it was always packed, so packed that you'd be sweating even in winter," she continued.
There weren't any empty seats, so they stopped by a pole. Taehyung held onto it. Daphne held onto him.
"Oh, gosh, I hate crowded buses," he replied, arm slinging around her waist to keep her close.
The doors sprang back closed, and the train screeched into movement, quickly gaining speed.
They both went silent at his words, minds busy recalling the time they'd grabbed the bus a little too late from school and were sandwiched against each other till they made it to Jimin's restaurant.
She noticed the silence first and looked up, giggling. He looked down, realised it, and laughed with her.
"What were you thinking about?" she first asked, and he tilted his head, a bit reluctant to reveal anything.
"What were you thinking about?" he hit back, and she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Are we doing that again?" she teased, and he feigned ignorance.
"Doing what exactly?" His eyes wandered while his arm pulled her closer, keeping the kind of proximity that meant he'd kiss her at any given moment.
She knew it, she liked it, loved it, but she also remembered the bet.
As soon as he got close enough, she placed her finger on his lips. He groaned, pretending to bite it off.
"Hehehe, what do you think you're doing?"
"Wasn't doing anything wrong." He shrugged, half a second away from whining about it. "I justâŚ"
"You just?" she teased him further, softly laughing through it all.
He threw his head back, holding onto the pole a bit harder as the train reached the next stop.
"Let's just pretend I never made that bet." He leaned closer, wanting to intoxicate his senses with her existence.
She scooted away as soon as she felt his breath fan against her neck. Her voice was stable as she replied, but the soft ticklish feeling had left bumps along her brain's pathways.
"You can't take backâ"
"Please," he whined, leaning against the wall behind him to hold her with both hands. "Like, I'm serious as fuck."
"I'm serious as fuck," she jokingly mocked him. He didn't take any offence, his grin subtle as he looked into her eyes one moment and then let his gaze linger on her lips.
"I'm stupid as fuckâ"
"Aren't you the tutor, though?" She cocked her brow, standing on the tip of her toes to get closer.
His air got stuck in his throat for a split second at the move. The more she did anything, the more she chipped away at his resolve.
He wasn't thinking about revenge when his hands slipped under the jacket, breeching that layer of clothing to hold her hips.
But her knees almost buckled under her weight, and her hands gripped his jacket like the ground had opened beneath her feet.
"The tutor can make mistakes sometimes."
Inside her mind, she was screaming at herself, wondering why his voice felt the need to deepen out of nowhere, especially when they were so close.
And, if he actually was a walking heater, she regretted layering too many tops. She turned around, resting her back against his chest to freely unzip her jacket.
She didn't miss the sound of his chuckle, nor the return of his hands on her hips as if he was reminding her that she couldn't escape himânot like she wanted in the first place.
As soon as she unwrapped the scarf from around her neck, he leaned over to kiss the freshly exposed skin.
Goosebumps washed over her as if she'd been cold the entire time and had finally stepped into a warmer environment.
She wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings, knowing at which stop to get off, but with his lips working on her skin, her eyes might as well have gone blurry, letting the world around her speed past and fade into the background.
The train came to another halt, and she blinked her eyes back to focus, looking at the passengers who boarded the vehicle and those who got off.
Behind her, the kisses had paused just for a moment, long enough for those around them to get distracted, to look somewhere else, read their books or use their phones.
She looked up at the white panel, reading how many stops were left when the doors sprang closed, and just like that, the kisses returned, making her almost gasp as if she hadn't been expecting them.
For a moment, she actually considered looking for a hidden place to just stay with him. Fuck the ice rink, fuck dinner, and let things play out differently.
Her breathing had turned shallow, and she could hear it echo through her head so much that she feared passengers around her could hear her panting.
No one was turning their head, though. Nobody was looking at them. Maybe they'd deduced they were a couple from how they shared their personal space, and now chose not to look in their direction by all means.
But Daphne didn't have the mental capacity to think that through, her hands finding Taehyung's to grip just a little.
Why did he have to be like this, so exquisite with everything he did?
Why did his touch have to burn in such a good way?
He wasn't gripping hard, just lingering around areas that rarely burned, and when they did, it was wildfire.
She wanted to throw her head back against his shoulder, expose more skin, close her eyes, limit a few of her senses to focus on the feeling of his lips and the fanning of his breath tickling her.
Maybe a better date idea would be hanging out in his bedroom.
She could still remember how things turned out the first time, and hadn't Adrielle interrupted them, things would've totally taken a different turn.
The train did take a turn, dragging the passengers along, and it shook Daphne out of her reverie a little bit, not completely.
She blinked a couple of times, adjusting herself against him, wanting to clear her throat despite not speaking and mentally scolding herself for almost picturing what would've happened that day.
His grandmother was at home also. Oh, great heavens.
He didn't stop, lips constantly ghosting her neck, leaving pecks behind her earlobe, while his hands drew invisible circles on her hip bones.
Realistically, he didn't want to stop, loving the feeling of her in his hold, the burn of her skin against his lips, the warmth of her body against his, and how much she leaned into his touch.
But hadn't it been for the journey and the date ahead, he knew things would've escalated, not so much in the open but within him.
Could he go on a date with a semi? Happened a couple of times. It'd been manageable, but Daphne was of a different breed. A full erection? Absolutely not.
"We're getting offâ" she cleared her throat. "We're getting off at the next one."
He only hummed, internally whining, and gave her one more kiss before wrapping his arms around her waist to nuzzle his face in the crook of her neck.
"I guess I can kiss anywhere besides your lips and not lose the bet, no?"He teased, drawing even more chills on her skin.
She could hear the smirk in his voice, and it made her want to bite down on her fist.
And there she was before, scolding herself for not thinking about a wholesome date. He didn't mind hopping back and forth. Why should she?
âNow playing: I Love You So by The Walters âŤ
Soft air blew on their faces as the metro doors sprang open, bells ringing twice as a signal.
Daphne had interlocked hands with Taehyung, pulling him along with her through the boarding passengers and to the escalator. This one was taller than the other one and led directly to the exit gates on the first floor.
"Feels almost odd to be here." She glanced back as if he could be anywhere else but right behind her. Her voice was surprisingly stable that one wouldn't even know it had been fading just moments prior.
They slowed down as the line in front of them got thicker. Taehyung softly bumped against Daphne. Seemed involuntary at first, but his hand slipped out of her hold to move around her and rest on her hip, so the true nature of it was left for debate.
He used the new position to lean closer, not really whispering but close enough. "I thought you said you'd come here with the others, Cleo, Nick, James, and Asher."
"Yeah, I did." She smiled, looking back at him. "We didn't take the tube, though. They didn't want to pay extra for tickets, so we walked."
A couple of steps forward, and they were finally on the escalator, she in the front, taller, and turned to face him, and he in the back, shorter, and looking up at her.
He let her hold onto his pinky and ring finger, mentally giggling at it because her grip felt like he'd slip away at any momentâor she'd be the one falling.
It amused him even more when he reached up to zip her jacket, and she still wouldn't let his hand go.
"What?" he chuckled, his Adam's apple bopping. "I'm right here. Ain't going anywhere."
He pinned the jacket with his left hand and pulled the zip up with his right hand. She just watched with cheeks almost as red as her lipstick.
"Nice jacket, by the way," he added once he was done. As promised, he held her hand, and she reclaimed his ring and pinky finger.
"Thanks," she giggled, tilting her head and feeling something ticklish in her chest. "Dayanne gave it to me."
He nodded, looking up and keeping eye contact. Could he see that she was burning?
"So, Daphne, what were you saying?"
She was convinced she'd forgotten as she kept her eyes on him; in fact, she could even forget about her surroundings, forget that they were on the escalators, and that at some point, she'd have to turn around and get off without tripping.
She blinked twice as if clearing her vision would clear her mind from the pink clouds, the rosy haze, and the glitter.
"Yeah, so⌠Nick and James share half a brain cell, yet it's so hard to change their minds."
He puffed, thumb caressing the back of her hand.
"We took a whole different route the other time." She looked away, turning sideways to check the escalator.
"I prefer this route."
"Metro or bus?" he asked right out of the blue as they approached the top floor, the escalator softly creaking under the passengers' weight while the metro sped away to its next stop.
"Hmm, personally," she looked up, mentally debating, hand still holding onto his fingers. "I'd say the metro because it's faster and arrives at fixed hours, well, unless they'd been an issue. Besides that, I think it's better than buses."
"I like the train," he replied, fewer passengers now in front of them. "I hate bus ridesâ"
"Oh," she gasped, repeatedly patting his chest, "me too."
They got off the escalator, and now she was back to looking up at him.
"I hate the stuffy smell of cloth seats, like, you know, the ones in school and travel busesâ"
"Oh, yeah, yeah." They proceeded to the gates, crossing paths with incoming passengers. "That's exactly what I hate about them. It makes me so sick so quickly."
"Gosh, for the longest time, I thought I was motion sick because of them," she softly laughed, checking the right exit before approaching the glass gates.
"Whenever I'd go on a school trip, I'd have to sit in the front to avoid throwing up somewhere during the ride."
She still hadn't let go of his fingers, and as he replied, he pulled her closer just a little bit so he could hold her hand better.
"Same," he began, the glass gates abruptly opening for them to pass. As soon as he sensed the cold gust of wind hit his face from the street level, he slipped her hand into his pocket.
"But, like, in middle school, Jungkook wouldn't let me see the end of it."
"Oh, my." She unwillingly bumped into him as they walked. "Why?"
Leading up to the main road were stairs and another escalator. Daphne didn't think twice and led them to the latter.
This time, they stood on the same step, her hand still in his pocket, and his warm gaze looking down at her before briefly roaming around to explore their surroundings.
He shrugged, giggling when he saw her reaction. "Let's blame it on patriarchy."
She snorted, laughing. "Patriarchy?"
"Patriarchy," he confirmed, nodding and biting his lip to withhold his smile. "Called me weak for having a weak stomach."
"Oh, my god," she grimaced and rolled her eyes. "Boys." She rolled her eyes, hopping off the escalator with him.
"Fucking hell," he chuckled with disbelief, following her lead as they got off the escalator and onto the sidewalk. "You said 'boys' like it's a slur."
That earned him a wicked cackle, one for which she threw her head back. "A slur? Ain't you a little dramatic for that?"
"I prefer to define myself as someone very precise whenever I want," he said, theatrically adjusting his collar.
"Precise? How the fuck are you precise?"
They stopped at a red light, bodies connected to share each other's warmth despite the slightly warmer temperatures.
"I said I am whenever I want toâ"
"So neverâ" She raised her brow.
"Not oftenâ" He raised his chin, still theatrical.
"Hardly everâ" She bit back, shrugging.
"No, likeâŚ" he tilted his head, "every leap yearâ"
"Oh, so never?" She puffed, slightly hunching over to laugh.
He poked her rib for it, and she scooted away only with her body, face nuzzling against his arm.
"You're so mean," he said with a smile, "and the leap year isn't never."
"Taehyung, every four years, and you barely remember that it is a leap year until it's February 27th and you see two extra pages in your agenda."
He burst into a fit of laughter, the light turning green for them to cross.
They stood out among the other pedestrians. He was clad in loose latte jeans, and she wore plain black pants. She had a bright red scarf around her neck, still as she'd left it on the tube, and he wore a grey beanie. Both wore dark brown leather jackets.
"That's hilarious and very specific."
"Precise, I'd say. You see?" she poked his cheek, and again, he pretended to bite her finger off, making her giggle. "I'm outdoing you in your own field."
"Never claimed to be an expert, though. My field is maths, physics, photography, and drawing, divided into potential future jobs and pastimes."
"Oh, yeah, you draw," she smiled, now walking on a familiar busy road that stretched under an arched way with cobblestonesâthe classic and older side of the city.
"What do you draw exactly?" she craned her head, looking up at him with a smile that was exciting the butterflies in her tummy a bit too much. "Besides butterflies. I know that."
He softly chuckled, squeezing her hand from inside his pocket just because. "Sometimes, I draw Nana's garden, especially in spring. You'll see it."
And she grinned wider because, yes, she will; yes, she adored long-term plans like that; and yes, she wanted all of them to include him. They eased her anxiety and anchored her to the floor, despite them being just words.
"She has so many flowers in her greenhouse, and I just sketch a few. Sometimes I also paint."
"Okay, anything else?" she softly laughed. "Leave some for us."
He rolled his eyes, smiling and pecking her cheek, and she found herself missing the contact as soon as it ended.
"You draw too."
She rolled her eyes. "Are you still latching onto that one little monstrosity I posted on Instagram?"
"Pff, monstrosity is such a big and wrong word," he scoffed, now the one bumping into her like he couldn't walk in a straight line anymore. "And no. I found another one in your journal."
"Did you snoop in my journal?" She cracked her neck around, jaw hanging low.
"No," he replied, like it was obvious, constantly checking if she wanted to boil him alive with her eyes. "I just⌠caught a glimpse of it as you turned the pages on the bus the other day.
"Still snoopingâ"
"Wasn't intentional," he defended himself. She smiled a little smugly.
"Well," she shrugged, "I still think you've got a greater collection than I."
He pursed his lips, too unsure to deny or agree. "I do have an easel and paintbrushes in our workshop, but I haven't touched them in some time now. I've been too busy."
"Oh, yeah, with all the work you guys have with school and the new clubs you're trying to start. I can't imagine. Wish I could help somehow, but then I fear I'd shit my pants in fear."
"You always say this right before outdoing even the veterans."
"When exactly did that happen? I don't think I've ever contributed to your school duties besides tests and exams."
He shrugged. "You have it in you, just refuse to tap into it because you're anxious."
"So, again, how?"
He shrugged again. "I just know, saw it during our study sessions. Plus, I haven't been busy just for that. I think November was the last time I painted. Was busy with exams, school scouting, and you."
"Me?"
"Yeah, you. Was busy looking for the right place to take you out. That kept me up longer than the others."
She tried to withhold her smile, knowing that it was better to control that over her blushing cheeks, but she failed even at that, now opting for biting her lip.
"I really liked that restaurant."
"Yeah, I could tell." He turned to her, and she looked away, tooth digging into her lip. His chuckle came out breathy. "I'm still so glad."
"And you were nervous as fuck about it," she tried diverting the focus on him. "You'd have to be a huge hater to walk in there and frown."
"I knew you, but I didn't know that well."
"Oh, come on," they turned into a smaller street, "you know me better than that."
"I just knew that I wanted to impress you, still do."
"You don't even have to try hard," she confessed, already giving up on the hope that her cheeks would return to their normal shade and temperature.
"A nice date idea for me could also just be cooking together at home, setting up a little projector screen to watch movies together, or," she eagerly snapped her fingers at the thought surfaced in her mind, "picnic! We can't do it now, but we totally should."
"Yeah, we will," he tapped the tip of her nose, and she rolled her eyes at his undying efforts to make her combust. He didn't need to try hard at that either.
"You were talking about school scoutingâ Oh, my god!" she gasped as they turned into yet another street, this one wider now.
"The Christmas market! I almost forgot about it!" She watched in awe as the wide road in front of them stretched forward with a shroud of colours and lights and wooden stands at each Christmas decorating.
He didn't even have the time to compare it to the one he'd seen when he went Christmas shopping for gifts before she'd pulled him along.
"How could I forget this? Gosh! I always come here with Dayanne!"
He just smiled, enjoying getting walked around like a puppy.
"Oh, my god. I would've taken the others here, but I forgotâ Oh, my god, Taehyung, I'm getting forgetful."
He couldn't help but laugh at the drama, his cheeks hurting from the grin he had on the whole time since the metro.
She led the way yet again, speeding up one moment and slowing down the next as she explored stand after stand. He just followed her, his right hand in his pockets.
He'd noticed the new jacket she had, noticed how it looked similar to his, and nothing had ever made him feel so special.
Despite how grey and ugly a period winter break was for him, he was thankful that things had gone how they went, thankful that his mum had bought that cabin, thankful that he'd chosen to celebrate his birthday there, and even more thankful that Daphne hadn't refused the invite.
Because one thing was still being on bad terms with Adrielle. A whole other thing was walking on thin ice to reach Daphne.
He'd rather it be a one-time experience or just playful banter as it had been on their first day of the sleepover.
"Your hair's so cute," he pointed out, stopping behind her as she was looking at a display of handmade jewels.
She heard his comment and turned to look at him with a smile. "Thanks."
âDonât think Iâve forgiven you just because weâre laughing together.â
He'd frowned, chuckling. âYou have. You just want me to walk on eggshells.â
âNo!â She'd raised her index finger. âItâs just you wanting my attention. You know we could be doing anything right now.â
âLikeâŚâ
âErm, I donât know. Smoke one, go on a walk, make outâOh, my God!â She'd screamed, running away the moment he rushed to her. âThatâs the only thing you heard?â
She was trying to hide behind his car, and his eyes followed her laser-focused.
âWell, I mean, you did say⌠Erm⌠We could⌠Erm⌠yadi yadi yada, make out. Didnât you?"
âWe could go inside." She'd teased him, rolling her eyes.
 âStill wouldnât stop us from making outââ
âOh, my God, youâ Hey, stay away.â
âI didnât even flinch.â He'd said defensively.
âMy forgiveness got your shoulders feeling high, huh?â
âThe eggshells got you feeling bold, huh?â
âBold?â she scoffed. âTae, if I were bold, I wouldnât be feet away from you.â
âYou have a point there.â
âHeck ya, I do.âÂ
âSo please feel bold then. How many more eggshells do I have to walk on?â
She'd begun laughing, even harder when he spread his arms out for balance, pretending to be walking on a slim bridge.Â
âSo how many?â He'd asked again.
She wouldn't stop laughing, watching him. âYou canât be serious.â
âHeck ya, I am. So⌠how many?â
âHmm, I donât know. Keep going.â
"We should totally come visit it after skating." Her voice snapped him back to reality, to the present, and he instinctively smiled.
"Hmm, yeah," eyes naturally falling on her lips, "we should."
"We will," she concluded, smiling and blissfully unaware. He slowly nodded, mostly to himself, and was back to being pulled around.
"There's like a vintage trinkets shop that I like. I'll show you laterâ Right now," she turned around, patting his chest again, "we've got somewhere to be."
"Ugh, really?"
"Still whining about it?" She giggled, pulling him into a separate sidewalk, the noise getting just a little bit lower. "A bit too late for that."
"Would you give me a good luck kiss?"
"Yeah, so I lose the betâ"
"I was the one who made it. I can make exceptions," he wiggled his brows, and she rolled her eyes.
"Trust no one," she theatrically sang, walking backwards to hold both his hands.
He tilted his head sideways, opposing some resistance like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Oh, come on, please," he whined, and she just laughed, pulling him harder. "Please, I'm so sorry."
"You're eighteen. Stop whining, you big baby," but as she said that, right when she pulled just a little harder, he stopped resisting, completely bumping against her.
She instantly stopped laughing, all the oxygen leaving her the moment it was replaced by the smell of his cologne and turned into flames by the glint in his eyes.
He probably didn't realise it, but he'd bit his bottom lip, maybe reflex, maybe on purpose, just to tease her.
She just looked up at him, aware, and maybe also not, that her cheeks turned blazing red, gaze moving between his eyes and his lips.
"Please," he repeated, this time his voice was deeper, not whiny and playful anymore.
The air between them stilled for half a heartbeat, and their surroundings faded into muffled sounds and blurry, undefined shapes.
He was pleading, but it also sounded like a statement, a command.
He leaned first, very slow, cautious, monitoring, waiting for a reaction, a stop, a light moan, a soft nudge, the craning of her neck.
Like smelling the scent of something delicious before actually biting it, his lips ghosted hers, the touch electrifying yet so faint you could almost miss it. He tilted his head to meet her lips, nose brushing hers.
But she turned away, letting him kiss her cheek instead. It wasn't abrupt, rather delicate, controlled, prolonged like a caress, meant to melt like cotton in water, like sugar on the tongue.
He inhaled sharply, deeply, sighing and settled with the crumbs, leaving pecks on her skin and intoxicating himself with her scent as if it were the slim threads holding him from a cliff.
Mentally, he was asking himself, berating himself, for coming up with the bet. It was fun in the moment, but now⌠Now it pulled at loose strings within him, slow and steady, like a prolonged hiss, a finger running along your arm, ghosting the skin, or a shiver leaving a trail down your back enough to be felt but not to be seen.
"Who would've thought," he whispered, nibbling her ear and fighting against the urge to moan just because of how sweetly his chest burned, "that you would be this competitive?"
She giggled, bottom lip between her teeth again to control the smile, to make him believe that he was the only one suffering in the blue fire.
She didn't reply, just shrugged and turned to look up at him.
"It shouldn't matter, no? Unless you're just as competitive as I am and are waiting to see who'll fold first."
He let out a breathy chuckle, goosebumps rising on her skin, tempting him to run his tongue on the surface, lick and kiss them away. Instead, he shook his head, and his nose just grazed her neck.
"You're getting bold," he commented.
"Or you're the one holding back, no? Kiss me."
He shut his eyes so tightly it almost gave him a headache because that invite was delicious, exquisite, exactly what he wanted. Those words pronounced with her voice? Ugh, melted gold.
But he also wanted to torture himself a little longer, burn, beg, and drag everything on for a little longer, holding tight onto that fickle hope that she'd break first.
The more time passed, the better that kiss would be, and the excitement was about to sear a hole through him and burst out of his chest.
"The moment I get to kiss you today," he groaned, head falling on her shoulders in defeat, "I'm going to fucking devour you."
She laughed softly, the sound light and free of any weight, but something buzzed within her, like all the butterflies had gotten electrocuted by the vibration of his voice.
Was it a promise, a threat, or both? Was she supposed to feel scared? Because it wasn't working.
"I'm looking forward to it."
When she kissed his cheek, lips brushing his skin, he could've sworn that something weakened in his knees.
âNow playing: Want U Around by Omar Apollo, Ruel âŤ
There was music resounding through the building, echoing in a rather uncomfortable manner, the kind that makes it hard to recognise the song before it ends.
Buildings are normally made with bricks and glass scattered around for windows and doors, but the Aurora Borealis ice rink looked like an igloo.
Walking past the stand at the entrance with their rented ice skates dangling from their hands, the couple proceeded inside to a relatively warmer environment. Everything felt and looked artificial, life coming solely from the colourful lights around.
Everything was warmer in the city, and the pollution was to blame.
There wasn't snow in the corner of the streets, the asphalt glowed but from rain, and the sky above their heads was colourless, bland, not white, not grey, not even in between.
Winter felt diluted because they came from a place where the cold could also be smelled, tasted as sharp as metal.
Sitting in the centre of the building was the immense ice rink, fenced by medium-height walls and tall plastic panels running on top, forming something like a roofless cage.
Around the oval ice rink stretched a corridor decorated with old wooden benches and designated spaces for shoes and jackets.
The floor probably creaked under their weight as they stepped onto it, but they couldn't hear it. Daphne was still leading the way, looking for a nice place to sit and change shoes, while he was looking at the ice rink with something adjacent to dread and excitement in his eyesâmore of the former.
"Oh, my fucking god," he huffed, slumping down next to Daphne, who looked up at him with glee and confusion.
"What did you say? Didn't hear you."
"I said, oh, my fucking god."
She giggled, angling her body toward him to cup his face. "Baby, you've got nothing to worry about. I'm good at this, and I'll guide you every step of the way."
He looked up to meet her eyes, brows lifted just a bit in slight doubt.
"I'm seriousâ"
"Yeah, I can trust you. Can't say the same about myself."
"Taehyung, the ice can't crack open under us anyway. We're not on a remote lake or something."
"And I'm thankful as fuck for that." He went wide-eyed, smiling.
She mirrored him, pushing stubborn strands back. The simple action seemed to have distracted him and made him forget what he was worrying about.
"Come on." She tapped his thigh. He sighed, slipping his hands out of his pockets and looking down at the floor.
The blue ice skates were between his feet, resting on the ground and waiting for him to wear them, looking at him like they were a responsibility he hadnât agreed to yet.
Daphne, next to him, had slipped her feet out of her boots, pushing them under the bench to reach for the first skate.
"Did you wear thick socks?" She craned her neck to look up, body crouched over her knees to buckle the ice skate. "I sent you the text, but you didn't reply."
"Yeah, I saw it. I wore thick socks," he sighed, slowly reaching down to his boots. "Forgot to reply because I was just about to leave when I saw it."
"Yeah, my bad." She pulled on the corners of the other ice skate to slip her foot inside. "I remembered as I was getting dressed, that's why."
He glanced at her, noticing how quick she'd been. So he spurred himself to do better, pulling his shoe off and slipping his feet into his right ice skate.
"It's going to be just fine," she comforted him, getting up only to crouch down and help him buckle the ice skate.
He didn't protest. Only smiled as he took off his other boot. But when she reached to buckle the other one, he stopped.
"Wanna learn to do myself."
She softly sighed and giggled. "I seriously can't believe that you traditionally go skiing, but have never tried ice skating."
He shrugged, brows furrowed in focus and confusion. "Can't believe it myself either."
With her arms holding her knees against her chest, she stayed in front of him, moving her eyes from his face down to his ice skates, and back up all over again.
"Why are they like this?" As expected, he complained about the rather unusual way to buckle the ice skates, and she tittered, inching closer to help.
"Don't know. Aren't they all like this? At least, the rental ones?"
"Lauri, I wouldn't know. I don't even roller skate, let alone be interested in getting a pair."
"Sorry, Mister." As soon as it was secured around his ankles, she stood up, hands reaching for his.
"Come on now. Let's go."
"Babe, if you don't slow down, we might actually fall as we're getting on the ice rink. In fact, I might actually trip right here."
She laughed, trying to ignore his comments.
"You have nothing to worry about," she insisted, leading them to one of the many entrances to the ice.
"Here's the first tip of the day," and he sighed, brows furrowed as if he were bracing for impact. "Don't stiffen your legs. You gotta bend your knees just a little bit, okay?"
He hummed, the sound similar to a question but also a fearful agreement.
She smiled, setting a foot on the ice. "Don't worry. We'll stay close to the wall, okay?"
"Yeah."
Before she even set her second foot onto the ice rink, his right hand reached for the wall by his side, while the left one's grip was getting tighter around Daphne's hand.
She didn't mind it, and as soon as she was fully on the ice, she gave herself a soft little push, which was still enough to send his alarms blaring.
"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god. Lauri? What are you doing?" He chanted warningly, eyes fixed on his feet and legs shaky to find balance.
She chuckled. "Was just trying to give you some spaceâ"
"Babe, I don't need space. Stay as close as you can be right now."
She threw her head back and laughed, stopping to watch him waddle shakily toward her.
"You know, my cousins said that the best way to get over something is to face it."
He looked up with a sarcastic smile that made her laugh before he even opened his mouth.
"No way," he began, heavily sighing, and she cackled harder, "you don't mean it? I have never heard of such a thing. Wow, I feel enlightened. Thank you, Daphne, the omniscient."
"Oh, my god," she giggled, sliding next to him. "If you make me laugh too much, I won't be stable enough to hold you."
"Like you can anyway," he scoffed. "I might not be fat or a bundle of pure muscles, but I know I'm taking you down with me if I hold onto you."
"So what?"
"So what?" he echoed, brows up in surprise. "You know, a little bird in my garden whispered to me that falling on ice isn't the best experience for your ass, and you've got an amazing ass."
She threw her head back again, laughing and hitting his arm.
"Daphne," he called warningly. "One thing is laughing your balance off. Another whole thing is slapping mine away."
"Oh, my god. If you don't shut the hell up, seriouslyâ"
"Sorry," he nodded, realising how much of a chatterbox he was being. "I tend to blabber when I'm scared."
She giggled. "There's nothing to be scared of, though."
"And you're saying that as a veteran."
"Okay, no, seriously," she laughed again, "if you don't shut upâ"
"Next tip?!" he asked, sounding like someone who was next in line for bungee jumping.
She shook her head as if the amusement would melt away.
"Okay. I'm getting serious now. The next tip ties to what I said beforeâ"
"Baby, I'm not throwing myself into fireâ"
"There's no fire, Taehyung," she scoffed, chuckling and gliding in front of him. "Give me your hand."
"You're not understanding. This wall is my lifeline."
"Baby, you're being so dramatic right now. Hold my hand."
"Promise that if we fall, you'll use me to brace for impact."
"Oh, my god," she teetered. "You're going crazy."
"Okay, okay," he sighed, "here's my hand."
He said it, but still held the wall.
"Where's your hand?"
"Here." Still to the wall.
"I want it here," she insisted, "on my hand."
"Yeah, me too. Trust me, I love holding hands, butâŚ" He sharply exhaled, thinning his lips as if such an action needed huge concentration.
"Okay, here I come."
"Mh-hmm," she giggled, "here you come."
The movement was surprisingly abrupt, as if a split second without holding onto something would mark his faith.
He held onto her hand, legs still shaky and looked up. "Fucking hell. Next?"
"Baby, if you're this tense, you'll never learn." She laughed again, sliding closer.
"Daphne, please," he whined. She had to seal her lips to stop laughing.
"Okay, okay, butâŚ" she inhaled, "just relax, okay?"
He nodded, the lack of words a clear sign of uncertainty. But she didn't taunt him further.
"I want you to stop thinking about falling, okay? I know it's easier said than done, but trust me. The more you think about it, the more likely you are to hit the ground."
He thinned his lips, withholding the sarcastic reply he had on the tip of his tongue, and nodded again.
"To move, we need to glide on the ice. We push one leg behind, and then the other follows, okay? There, hold onto the wall for me."
And he obeyed, stopping himself with his right hand.
"It's not like running where you push your feet in front of you. To go forward," she began moving, "you push your feet, one after the other, backward. Like a mellow sprint, yeah?"
He just stayed as still as he could, watching her practice what she preached back and forth.
There was such ease to her movements, the kind of blissful light feeling that comes around on a summer morning when the breeze is fresh and blows through the trees, the leaves and the hair.
She was still smiling, wasn't as wide as before, but it was warm, comforting, the type that was trying to tell him everything would be fine, that all he had to do was focus on her and ignore the speeding crowd around him.
"You got it?" she asked, and he blinked back to reality. "Let's try."
She didn't wait for a reply, gliding up to him to hold his hand.
"Okay, so as we've said before, soften your knees, no stiff legs, push your butt back just a bit and then glide."
With each word, she executed the move, and he tried his best to copy her without thinking about falling.
She glanced at him, watching and giggling at how much effort he put into it.
âAah! I finally found your weak point," she teased him, feeling his hand tighten around hers when the skate slid just a little more than he wanted.
âOh, no," he replied, acting like he didn't just have a minuscule heart attack. "Am I gonna die now?â
She evilly cackled, skating away and laughing at his hilarious stance the moment she broke free from him.
He glared at her, fighting a smile but also for his life, and she just looked at him, at the way he'd bent his knees yet somehow still stiffened them.
âYou look like a penguin. Loosen up." She waved dismissively.
âWow," he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. "Didnât really think about that. Have any other innovative ideas like that, Daphne, the omniscient?â
She rolled her eyes and glided back to him, hands out as an offer. âCome on, hold onto me.â
âSeriously, we might as well sit on the ice already and save ourselves the pain in the ass when Iâll drag us both down because I know I will. CanâŚ" he wet his finger and held it up, "Yep, I can feel it in the air."
âOh, my god, sailor." Her laughter tipped her backwards again. "Youâre impossible.â
âIce skating is impossibleââ He pointed his index finger, pretending to be a total nerd.
âItâs not. Trust me.â
âOh, I trust you, baby. I've already told you, but I didn't write shit in my will, and now I'm panicking.â
âYou still haven't fallen, though," she replied, pushing down the new surge of laughter at his words, "and weâre not high up or on Jupiter, so the fall wouldnât be that bad anyway.â
âHmm, physics. I like it. Love that youâre trying to return me to my comfort zone," he winked, and she rolled her eyes.
She scoffed, finding it hilarious. âWhat? I didnâtâ I donât even know why I said that, truly.â
âLove the effort still. Warms up my heart but will certainly freeze my assââ
âTaehyung! Come on!â
"Come on, where? I literally can't move!" He said through giggles, looking and pitying himself.
"Look at my sorry state," he continued laughing, cheeks hurting as much as hers, "and look at that child over there. Can't be older than nine, and yet she's giving ice princess in the truest form."
"Oh, my god, what the hell are you talking about now?"
He shook his head, closed his eyes slowly and tried to focus. "I can do this."
"Yes, you can."
"I totally can do this."
"Okay⌠are you jinxing yourself?"
"Damn," he laughed, "I said it only twice, and you're already flaming me."
She burst into a fit of laughter, now feeling her balance waver the harder it became. She'd tried looking up but seeing him try to move only to stop a millisecond before anything was making her abs hurt.
"TaeâOh, my god!" She cackled before her voice completely vanished through the hearty giggles.
She'd tried moving forward, offering her hands again, but somehow, that had scared him, and he flinched hard enough to land against the wall, still on his feet though.
"Baby, you've gotta move around me like you've got the reflexes of a ninety-year-old blind lady, okay?"
But she was literally dying of laughter next to him, struggling to stand up straight and not tip over onto the ice.
"W-what you laughing about?" he chuckled, hearing her wheeze. "What? You bully."
She tried breathing, but the more she did, the more her tummy hurt.
"Oh, great heavensâ"
"I said that you should behave like a ninety-year-old woman, not sound like oneâ"
"Shut up! I'm trying to regainâ" She yelled, reaching over to him for support. Wrong move. Her blade slid too abruptly, and her hand gripped his jacket.
"Aah!"
Her squeal sliced through the ice rink, sharp as a whip. Right after, followed the loud thud to the ground and a long sequence of laughter.
Suddenly, just for a short moment, the music cut through clearly.
The other skaters paused their routines, glancing in their direction while others tried not to stare, kids stared without any shame, and another group just skated past them, used to tumbling people.
Daphne's voice had left her again, her body convulsing while he tried to control himself and not look around them, where some faces looked at them to assess the situation.
"Babe," he tried calling her, but her laugh was infectious. She was still wheezing, snorting, and laughing her life out of her.
"Babe, oh, god."
"IâŚ" voice thinned out, and shoulders shaking, "can't."
Right as she said the words, she let herself fall against him harder, ignoring the proximity, the position, the venue, and the cold surface freezing up their skin through their clothes.
"Are you guys alright?" A third voice joined in, the passerby stopping to check on them since they were still on the floor.
Daphne was on top of him, wheezing away her strength, while he just lay on the ice, back against the wall, almost giving up, and shook his head, smiling.
"Yeah, everything's alright. She just made the grave mistake of using me as a human pole."
His comment only made things worse for her as she hit his arm, silently begging him to shut his mouth before she'd piss her pants.
He glanced down and laughed, giving the passerby a pointed look, which made them smile and glide away.
"If we don't stand up, they might actually call the ambulance for us."
But she still couldn't coordinate her body.
"Daphne, baby, I can't pick you, or we're going down again, so please." He joked.
She slowly sat up, clutching her tummy because of how tense her abs were.
"Gosh," she heaved a sigh, still feeling the aftershocks. "You almost killed me there."
"Oh, really. Wish I could say the same," he retorted, gesturing to his state and the fact that they were still on the ice.
"I think we should head back to the winter market and visit that nice little vintage shop youâ"
"A-ah!" She shook her head. "Not so fast, scaredy cat."
Placing her hands on his thigh to lean closer, she rubbed her nose against his and smiled. "Until you learn we're not leaving."
He looked at her wide-eyed as she got up.
"Baby, I think that's, like, torture, and is punishable by law."
"Yadi yadi yada. Come on," she offered him her hand. "Round two."
"Is that a promise or a threat?"
"Oh, you're becoming a hard Lana Del Rey fan with each passing day."
"Babe."
âNow playing: Be The One by Dua Lipa âŤ
"Okay, Okay. I think I'm getting it now. I just really need you to slow down."
Daphne threw her head back, groaning because it was maybe the tenth time he was begging her to slow down.
"Taehyung, we're moving half a metre per minute. How slower can we go?"
"I justâLet's just⌠You said push and glide, no?"
"Yeah, baby, push," she executed, "and glide. Just like this."
This time, he mimicked her just a little better, moving forward without having a panic attack or holding the wall.
"Yeah, yeah, just like that," she celebrated, hand not leaving him. "Again."
"Okay, don't get too excited, yeah?"
"It's easy, you see? Easier than physics."
"The physics I deal with is on paper, not with me as the sacrificial lamb."
She puffed, her giggles threatening to spill out. "You better not make me laugh. History has taught us what will happen if you do."
"Okay, so push and glide."
"Mh-hmm, push and glide," and they repeated it together with every movement until they were skating at the same pace around the oval ice rink.
"Come on," she urged him, "the more you push, the more you moveâ"
"Yeah, but I'd rather my face stay here and not on the ground."
She snorted, shaking her head. "Okay, okay, then. Baby steps still."
"Newborn baby stepsâ"
"Okay, now you're being dramatic again."
At the end of it, Taehyung couldn't say that he'd mastered the art of ice skating, but a good portion of that initial fear didn't leave with him, staying on the ice for the next lucky person to trip on it.
Sliding out of the ice, they waddled to the benches, the blades sounding blunt against the wooden pavement.
"You won't believe it, but I'm feeling hot as fuck, right now."
She glanced back at him before they slouched into their seats. "Yeah, winter here isn't as cold as you know it to be."
"How are you even surviving our winter?"
"I'm not. All you're seeing here," she gestured around, leaning close for a peck on the cheek, "is just a mirage. Tae, you were there when I fell so sick for the first time since the move, and it wasn't winter yet."
He chuckled, crouching over his knees to unbuckle the skate. "Yeah, still remember your voice⌠and your nosebleed."
"Oh, gosh, let's not even talk about that."
"I still don't get why you cried so hard, though."
"Tae, I was embarrassed as fuck." She went wide-eyed, as if surprised that he didn't get it the first time. "No, like seriously, you wouldn't? Like your crush comes over and that shitâ"
She froze, eyes getting impossibly wider. He mirrored her, but with a smile growing in the process.
"You were sayingâ"
"Nothing, forget it. Let's just get out ofâ"
"No, no." He stopped her, knees touching when he turned toward her. "Continue. I'm all ears."
She stilled, looking him in the eyes, catching sparks of excitement that were shining just too close to the fuel inside her.
"Why ask?" she shrugged, breaking eye contact. "It's not like you don't know."
But he didn't back down, leaning even closer, chin so close to perching on her shoulder.
"I don't want it to be implied."
And for some reason, all those words made her think about when he'd confessed his love to her, and all she did was kiss him, easier than actually saying the words.
"I know how you feel about me, and you know how I feel about you, but I don't want it to just be subtextâ"
She cupped his face and closed the gap, lips meeting in a fleeting kiss. It was to shut him up, so she could speak in her own way at least.
He froze, blinking his eyes open slowly as if his senses had shut down for half a heartbeat. She was still cupping his face, noses grazing each other, and didn't say a word.
He wasn't thinking about the bet anymore, nor was she. In fact, it'd become a distant memory as if it never happened because the space it once occupied had been evacuated by another relic of time.
His lids were heavy, eyes fixed on her lips as if they were singing to him, voice like that of a siren and eyes of an enchantress.
"You did it again."
She didn't need to ask what he was referring to because it was clear. Kissing him to shut him up? That was his move, something she'd copy not to get bolderâthe opposite.
She angled his eyes up to hers, heart pounding in her chest so much that she feared he could hear the vibration if she tried speaking.
Her eyes spoke first, catching the colourful lights around them and sending across the thousand-word-long message she hesitated to write. Then her cheeks swelled in a very soft smile, looking warm to the touch.
He could see her poking at the inside of her cheek and the corners of her mouth to stop the grin from getting any wider, to keep her mouth from pronouncing words that would make her combust into the ether.
She blinked twice and nodded, and he chuckled, shaking his head. But he nodded as well, catching the message like she'd blown him a kiss.
No one was walking by yet. The only signs of life were on the ice rink, too busy to stop and look at a random couple cuddling on the benches, faces in each other's hands as they nodded to who knows what.
But they were also alive; in fact, Daphne hadn't felt as alive as in that moment. She could feel every molecule of her body on fire, feel parts of her body that her brain had learned to ignore for other priorities.
She giggled, knowing that her cheeks didn't only look warm. They were crimson red, flushed as if a chilly gust of wind blew past her and revealed the hot temperatures inside.
"I love you."
She finally said, kissing him immediately after, before she'd burn to ashes and fly away.
She kissed him as if he were the anchor to her ship, the tether to her hot air balloon.
She felt like she was flying, like a part of her had escaped her body, leaving her in the beautiful bliss of his hold, arms wrapped around her to pull her body against his, deepen the kiss.
Their surroundings were an afterthought, background noise, one of the main things the human brain just locks out to focus on better things.
All she could focus on was Taehyung, the words she'd told him, the weight that left her as she pronounced them, and the heat that pooled in her chest as if she'd drunk liquid fire.
They moved like dancers in a choreography, leaning, pulling, and breathing into each other like the world was their stage and audience, and they the sole performers.
It was messy, led by instinct, incredibly human, sizzling like hot bubbles, searing holes like the blades of a skate on ice.
They didn't know if the moment had been fleeting or prolonged. It felt like both at the same time, like they truly had gone to a remote lake, glided all the way to its centre and spun in one point with each other in a hug.
The cold didn't matter, the silence even less, because nothing was silent. Their ears were glazed over, but they could hear each other's heartbeats, the breathing patterns, and the wet smooching sounds.
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âââââ SO WHOâS THAT GUY THAT BROKE INTO YOUR ROOM TO USE YOUR NINTENDO DURING THE PARTY?
kth x reader â fluff, smut, humor(?) â drinking, alcohol, partying while parents arenât home, brotherâs friend au, seniors 19+, gaming (I donât know much so donât hate me :/), sloppy drunk(ish) sex, riding. UNPROTECTED sex. cockblocker jk. strangers to lovers. â brother jungkook (rodrick inspired) ? :)
your brother was wild when it came to parties, thatâs why when your parents mentioned booking plane tickets and a hotel to stay at for a little while, he was the first to seem enthusiastic about it:
âyour father and I planned to take a little break, this stress is OVERPOWERING, so we booked plane tickets to the bahamas. now I know thatâs farââ
âhold on,â jungkook interrupted, putting his chopsticks to rest on his plate as he looked up. âyouâre, leaving? to the bahamasâŚ?â he questioned, his lips slightly lifting, trying to prevent a smile.
âyes..â your mom nodded, eyes squinting.
âpfft, why didnât you say so? thatâs amazing, how long are you staying?â suddenly invested in the topic of conversation.
you looked at him, unimpressed. âyouâre ballsy.â
raising his eyebrow, he gave you a âshut the fuck upâ look. you shook your head, already imagining the chaos heâd bring to this house.
âweâre staying for a week, we really need this time to relax. weâre leaving two days from now on saturday.â jungkook couldâve possibly squealed when he heard those words come out of your dadâs mouth, his heart content with the plans of alcohol shoving down his throat.
âthatâs AMAZING dad, you guys donât worry! I got this house under control.â
âwell I do think your sister is more capable ofââ
âdad,â jungkook scoffed, expression displeased. âI promise you, when you come back youâll find these floors squeaky clean.â he manipulated.
you wanted to let out the biggest laugh. theyâd be squeaky clean with your help. you know that he wasnât going to do shit to keep the house tidy, but exactly the opposite.
âwell I hope so because I wonât be in any mood to clean as soon as we arrive.â your mom added, taking her plate to the sink. and remember, I donât want anyone, coming to this house. you hear me?â she scolds.
âyes mom.â he smiles, displaying an innocent face. but you know itâd be the first thing heâd take off when your parents leave. the rest being the stashes of weed he hides in his bookshelf.
the day your parents are loading their luggages into the trunk of their car, jungkook helps them load each one. heâs extremely jumpy, acting like heâs a kid trying to help in order to get what he wants on purpose.
you wave your parents goodbye as they pull out of the driveway, jungkook doing the same, practically giggling beside you. you elbow him as soon as your parents turn the corner, earning a push.
âyou better not include yourself loser, stay in your room while my friends are over.â he threatens, his fingers already typing the party invitation out to the school group chat.
and by âfriends,â he means the entire grade.
âyouâre cleaning all of your shit up then, and if you donât, mom and dad will find all of the mess you caused.â smiling, you go back inside, heading to your room.
âyou bitch!â you hear faintly as you closed the door.
a notification pops up on your faint, and yes, you guessed it:
JUNGKOOK: PARTY IN MY HOUSE!!! BRING ALCOHOL, WEAD, DRINKS. POOL PARTY AS WELL, BRING YOUR BEST BIKINIS GIRLS ;)
this fucker spelt âweedâ wrong.
HOBI: FUCK YEAH
TAEHYUNG: does this mean I can use your playstation?
JUNGKOOK: I guess..
+25 messages âââââ
you sigh, maybe you could invite your friends over? jungkook doesnât know who they are, he wouldnât know you invited them.
you could use jungkookâs party to your advantage as maybe party a little as well, with people you know of course.
youâve never met any of jungkookâs friends, so when a wave of unfamiliar faces flooded the house you werenât surprised. you knew no one, and your friends were nowhere to be seen. theyâd probably been scouted by guys with drinks.
you had gotten ready, to the minimum. youâd never been the party type, only going to such gatherings on special occasions. plus, the idea of having to clean up afterwards already gave you a headache, no need of drinking.
you had gone down for a bit, drinking some wine. a few guys hit on you, or at least tried, here and there. climbing up the stairs to get away from the crowd and get comfortable, you didnât noticed the obvious trail of vodka drops on the floor following to your door.
there he was, using your pink gaming controller connected to your nintendo as the game was displayed on your tv. it took you a while to realize there was someone else other than you in your room, your mind too hazy to process it at first sight.
when you finally came to the conclusion that a complete stranger was using your stuff, âwhat the fuck. why the fuck are you here?â
he snapped his head to look at you, his heavy chain necklace barely moving. âthatâs a lot of âfucks,â you sure you arenât trying to fuck?â he teased, taking his cup of alcohol and downing it in one go.
to his surprise, stripes of liquid came running down, not fully drinking the whole thing. you wanted to laugh, but far too caught off guard to.
âget the hell out of my room,â you threatened, annoyed with his presence already. âwhy? I canât leave the game, canât you see Iâm in the lead?â
you looked at the screen, 5TH place.
sure.
âseriously, get out. I donât know who you are.â
âwhy? this is jungkookâs room,â he paused. âdidnât know he had a pink nintendo controller.â eyebrows furrowed, looking at the object in his hands.
âbecause,â you paused, eyes furrowed. âItâs mine.â
as if he was punched in the face, he looked at the controller and then back at you, going back and forth between the two. he looked taken aback as if you hadnât told him from the beginning where he was.
âoh.â
his shoulders slumped, only to shrug after. âwell, letâs have a round, shall we?â he smirked up at you, forcing you to roll your eyes.
âfine.â you didnât know why you agreed, especially because you donât know who he is whatsoever. but you did know one thing, he was fucking hot.
âif winning is fifth place in your books, Iâll win in reality.â you said, the small amount of wine you consumed already taking over you.
he scoffed, âyeah, right.â
you nodded, smiling as you got ready to beat his ass. and youâŚ
did.
âsee? thatâs, how you win.â
he sulked, but grinned right after. âthat was..â he paused, licking his lips. âhot.â
and you couldnât lie, he looked delicious. the blonde decorating certain parts of his hair making your hands itch in desperation to run your fingers through his locks.
you werenât surprised when the both of you leaned in, your hands gripping his shirtâs straps as he pulled you into his lap. his mouth was hot, tasting like a mix of vodka and strawberries. maybe some chocolate too.
he held onto your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, possibly causing bruises. his hold affected you, the bulge in his pants pressing against your clothed heat. you werenât sure how this escalated, but you loved it.
when you first looked into his eyes, you saw a groaner. who knew this man would be letting out small moans as you started grinding on his hard cock, restrained in his pants.
you were sweating, his skin almost melting with yours. maybe thatâs why you started stripping your shirt off, his following. the bright pink bra you had on matched your controller, making his cock twitch as he saw the familiarity.
he took the look in your eyes as an invitation, pulling your bra cups down to release your breasts to the sweaty atmosphere. his heated mouth made contact with your mounds, his soft tongue teasing your areolas as he sucked. your nipples hardened, matching the length he was still yet to release.
you whimpered, his nose pressing into your chest as he continued spreading his warm saliva and a trail of developing hickeys. he suddenly stopped, letting go of your breast his a pop and a small teasing lick on your nipple, lightly touching it with the tip of his finger.
âstand up.â he ordered, and you did. he started unbuckling his belt. you took it as a sign, unbuttoning your own jeans. you almost regretted looking down, but grew needy as well. god, was he huge.
you hadnât realized what you had been sitting on until he pulled it out, his cock slapping against his soft belly. his biceps were strong, and so was his cock. you were sure that if you sucked him off tonight, youâd remember the exact location of his veins. the red tip, leaking in precum tempting you to get down on him.
he motioned you to get back down, settling yourself on his lap once more. his fingers made their abrupt move to the wet spot on your underwear, making you arch your back as he pressed into you, the cloth getting more soaked then ever. you had the urge to clench your thighs together, but giving your position, heâd be doing all the work instead.
âfuck.â he chuckled, his tongue sticking out as his fingers worked on your ruined self.
he pulled your panties to the side, sticking his long, straight-forward fingers inside of you, your walls immediately clenching around them as a reaction. he started slowly moving them in and out of you, only to end up with an uneven, sloppy rhythm as your pussy started releasing liquid, his fingers spreading it everywhere.
the room smelled like sex, and you hadnât even started yet.
âride me.â he whispered, his eyes drowning you into a temptation of lust, with little bits of feeling behind them.
you grinned, turning around to have him face your back. he couldnât help bringing his hand to slap the skin of your ass once it came to view, right it front of his face. he went as far as spitting on the same spot, rubbing it afterwards as if to heal the reddening area.
you look back at him, back arching as you lean on your hands that positioned right between his legs. he met your eyes, grinning. he brought his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers and palm. bringing his hand to his cock, he started pumping himself, his tip occasionally bumping your wet folds, making you shiver.
he brought your legs closer, bringing your hips down while his other hand held his girth, positioning himself at your entrance. he started slipping in, your wetness helping him smoothly make his way inside. you moaned, hearing his loud groan from behind you.
the music that blasted downstairs could hide your moans to anybody else, so right now, you could care less.
you started moving with his guidance, slowly picking up the pace until you were effortlessly riding his cock with his hands holding onto your calves.
the noises your contact reproduced were slick, almost slimy as your arousal stuck to his pelvis every time you managed to take him in all the way, your glossy folds coming in contact with his skin.
his head was thrown back, lips fallen open as he started to feel his orgasm make way, his head fuzzy. your high started climbing, your cum forming a ring around his shaft, leaving his cock white.
your hips grew sloppy as his gripped your ass and pulled you down to meet his thrusts, your walls clenching around him. he pulled out, jerking himself off to paint your skin. the slick sounds of his hand repeatedly pumping himself pulling another sticky wave of cum out of you. it fell on the carpet of your room floors, but right now, you couldnât care less.
you sat back up, turning around to face him. climbing onto his lap once again, you let his liquid run down your thighs and ass, meeting your lips with his, your tongues teasingly playing with each other. your hand moved to his hair, feeling beads of sweat now adorn it as if it already wasnât attractive enough.
âyou felt better than I thought,â you whispered. he grinned, your noses still touching. âyou could say I manifested itââ
âoh shut up!â
âheyâ!â a voice shouted.
you immediately turned to the door, your head slightly bumping with taehyungâs. luckily, he had faster instincts than yours and quickly covered the both of you with the blanket that he had dropped to the floor.
âwhat the fuck are you doing here?â you yelled back, terrified.
âwhat the, what is he doing here? and why were yall fucking!?â jungkook threw back, his eyes shut as if he had just witnessed death right before his eyes.
âget out!â
he immediately left, closing the door with a slam, the music fading once again into the background. you came back to your senses, noticing the humid smell that surrounded you.
you realized what you were doing, looking back at the man underneath you. âanother round?â he teased, not expecting you to agree with it.
safe to say he left with your phone number that day, and now, you had many dates and sex sessions waiting for you.
âhey, so whoâs that guy that broke into your room to use your nintendo during the party?â your friend asked the very next day, asking about the narrative you had told everyone.
âwell, someone whoâs very important to me right now.â
authors note: long title, I know, but when I saw this pic from taehyungâs insta post, the idea immediately clicked. HES SO FINE. also, double update??? I WANTED TO TREAT YOU GUYS IN APPRECIATION :( anyway I hope you enjoyed!
âââââ I CANâT MOVE ON, BABYDOLL, WAITINâ ON CALLS EPISODE 2.
like Icarus, maybe he flew too close to the sun. maybe he broke your promise, the one the both of you held onto. he did. he shouldnât have, because now, youâre growing distant. and he didnât know, how to fix it.
taehyung sat himself down on the chair he recognized far too well, cold to the touch. it reminded him of you. thatâs when he realized, he was fucked up. he didnât know when it happened, how he got here. he was almost, dizzy.
the door to his left opened, a cop coming inside. taehyung wasnât familiar with the feeling of dĂŠjĂ vu very well, but he knew damn well thatâs what he was feeling at the moment. seeing the person heâd seen almost eight years prior and never again, it did something to him.
âyouâre back.â he heard, loud and clear as if it was announced on a speaker just for him.
he couldnât speak, as if still processing his surroundings.
âdidnât expect to see you here,â the muscular man paused. âyou for sure changed.â he looked at taehyung, with an expression of disbelief.
all taehyung could do was lean back on the chair, his heart heavy and pulsing as he started to feel anxious.
his past âvisitsâ werenât like this. heâd have an arrogant smile on his face as if, once again, visiting a long time friend. but now, seeing the face of the man across him brought him to a realization that he didnât grow at all. that he gave up a certain something, or someone, that he didnât want to give up on.
his mind was cloudy, his head throbbing with stabs of pain. maybe, it was all a dream. maybe.
âI see you, are under the influence of, alcohol.â the officer pointed out, rather slowly.
taehyung could only stare, wonder if he was actually where he was.
âI canât lie, I thought this was over.â the man on the other side sighed, folding his arms to match taehyungâs position. âwhat happened? whatâs up with your loving family.â
âthis doesnât have to be an interrogation. Iâm asking as a âfriendâ,â he explained.
taehyung had a habit of biting his nails when he was nervous, something you tried to get him to stop. he cleared his throat, his hand still up to his lips, disguising the shaking.
like a child that drew on the walls, taehyung was scared youâd be disappointed in him. and he was sure you would be. he was certain he lost your trust. and he was upset about it.
âIâm not sure.â
âyouâre not sure?â
âI donât know,â he paused. âhow I ended up here.â his voice hoarse.
but he did. he remembered seeing the same people come up to him. his âfriends.â he didnât realize how much it affected seeing them, maybe he missed them. or maybe, he missed what he did with them.
he wanted to go home to you, but he remembers being persuaded. âhere, didnât you miss us? take a shot!â they had convinced him. and he felt stupid. not because he listened to them, although thatâs the main reason, but because he let them get to him to the point he forgot all about the foundation of your relationship with him.
it only had gotten stronger with that one promise the both of you held onto so dearly. he felt like a teenager that failed his parents with his disappointing grades even after promising heâd get better. many comparisons could fit how he felt. but not exactly. you were almost like the foundation of his own identity, the reason heâs probably alive right now. and he still failed you.
âyou couldâve done worse, thatâs one way to look at it. I just found you lying on the street.â he chuckled.
âyou found your way back to your roots I see.â
taehyung could only chuckle, his body managing himself.
he didnât pay attention at all, just heard a âdonât let it happen again, youâre better than this,â speech. because this whole time, he could only think of how heâd face you.
âwe called your wife to pick you up, sheâs already here.â the cop stated. taehyung grew panicked, his palms sweaty as he balled them into fists against his thighs. he wasnât surprised, but this was what he least wanted right now. for you to see him in this condition.
as if on cue, another officer came to lead him out.
he saw you at the front desk, your stressed figure presenting your ID at the front desk, signing papers because of him. this early in the morning, you shouldnât have to be here. you couldâve just refused to come, but you came for him anyway.
once he made his way near you, the look you gave him was painful. you didnât stare at him for more than two seconds, immediately looking away. he recognized that look, you were furious. not only furious, but now mixed with a look of betrayal. this had happened far too many times in the past, and it shouldâve stayed as a memory to have learned from.
you finished signing the papers, mumbling a quiet, âthank you,â before taking your purse and walking past him. he followed, his shoulders down as you ignored him.
you reached for your keys, unlocking the car as you stepped in. he got in the passenger seat, slouching as he sat, his fingers fidgeting in his lap.
you didnât acknowledge him, pretending he wasnât there. your hair was slightly messy, eyebags a little visible. he was the reason you were out of bed at four in the morning.
the drive home was overwhelmed with a loud silence, the atmosphere thick, almost suffocating. the amount of swallowing taehyung had to deal with to mask the nervous ball in his throat unlike ever before.
when he recognized the entry to the neighborhood, you spoke.
âyou stooped so,â you paused for a moment. âfucking low.â your tone straight forward and heavy. you didnât want to say more, knowing youâd completely break down if you did. you were already in a bad mood after waking up to a police call that scared the shit out of you. all you could think of, was your daughterâs question last night. âmommy, whereâs daddy?â to which you had no answer to but you said, âheâs working overtime,â anyway.
taehyung couldnât respond, this voice stuck. he saw it coming, trying to distract himself with the view of the sun slowly rising. luckily, it was sunday.
parking in the driveway, you left him out there, not caring if heâd gotten out of the car or not. you went straight to bed, your emotions getting the best of you as you silently cried yourself to sleep once again.
taehyung came home from work late most of the time. this time, you couldnât trust his, âmy boss told me he needed me to say late today, good night <3.â because now, he could be anywhere. but today, you almost sensed it. like you knew, something was going to happen.
almost like, âexpect the unexpected,â in a way.
taehyung slept on the couch that day, the small dog making his way to him as he watched taehyung sleep. his head tilted, wondering why his dad chose to sleep downstairs with him. wondering, why his dad cried to sleep last night.
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âââââ I CANâT MOVE ON, BABYDOLL, WAITINâ ON CALLS EPISODE 1.
like Icarus, maybe he flew too close to the sun. maybe he broke your promise, the one the both of you held onto. he did. he shouldnât have, because now, youâre growing distant. and he didnât know, how to fix it.
when you first met taehyung, heâd been the wannabe prisoner. not for murder or, disgusting, diabolical crimes. but for drugs. heâd get into trouble at least twice a month, the unhealthy behavior consistent throughout his life. his calm demeanor calming the tense atmosphere within the interrogation room. his hands resting on the table as his intoxicated self stared at the officer. it was like seeing an old friend for taehyung, considering theyâve met at least twenty times in less than a year. as much as the officer pitied him and gave him advice, he would never take it. always ending up in the same squeaky chair in the cold room with cameras on him.
but when he met you, something within him shifted. it was like he tried to, meet your standards. his mom, he didnât listen to her. the officers, he wouldnât listen to them. his friends? they were part of the problem. you? you were his guardian angel. the very one that came to him, and healed him with your simple touch.
did he believe in love? not before, but you changed that. you werenât interested at first, the smell of alcohol drifting you away. but then you realized, he needed help. and when he fell in love with you, he realized it too.
It started with genuine smiles, his sober self complimenting your every feature. you noticed when rejected his âfriendsâ to stay with you, slowly opening up to you with his true self. and he noticed the change. he noticed when he looked in the mirror, the smile he didnât realize he had. because his way of smiling before, was through bottles of beer.
he also realized, he didnât find himself on the same cold chair he recognized. instead, he began sitting on your living room couch, warm and comfortable. in the end, heâd find himself between your sheets, a moaning mess as his feet danced with yours. the way your hands shaped him and his body as he kissed you with passion, and maybe, that was his new drug.
your smile reflecting more than the sweat on your skin as your bodies moulded into one. and you made him promise you one thing:
âleave that for me. the visits to the police arenât worth it.â you insisted, his eyes meeting your tired ones.
âI will, babydoll.â his lips meeting yours. he didnât care, not if it made you smile. not if it strengthened your relationship. not if it shaped him into a better person.
âthank you.â
and maybe, that promise that you held onto so dearly helped you get through the next step. you didnât plan on getting pregnant, especially not when you werenât even two years into your relationship. when taehyung noticed your baby bump growing, he was excited. like any man would be if they werenât a piece of shit. but you, you werenât sure. you loved him, but were you really ready? taehyungâs financial situation had just started getting better. he helped you pay for college, his paycheck now benefiting you.
âtaehyung, I donât know.â stressed as you rubbed your forehead.
âwhat do you mean? I love you, weâll be great parents.â
âyou donât know that.â
âI do, if you could change me into who I am now, youâre already the best woman out here,â he paused. âand I know, youâll be the best mother.â and you trusted him, as the two of you looked at each other with soft eyes, you believed in him. he believed in you.
maybe you shouldnât have, but maybe you shouldâve.
your beautiful baby girl looked just like him, the exact copy of his features. she reminded you of the love you had for him, but a new type of feeling emerged when you saw her. you felt protective, like you had a purpose in life.
when he saw her, he immediately saw you. she could look as much as him as possible, but she screamed you. she took after your heart. and maybe thatâs why he cried when he saw her, because he admired you so much. he admired your way of loving. the way she looked on your bare chest with your tired eyes on her. you smiled, and he felt his heart explode. this was your way of capturing him, not that you hadnât before, but now, he was yours. completely, entirely, confirmed.
he was the most caring person youâd ever met. he took you seriously, taking care of you. taking care of your daughter. he bought her books, paint for fingerprinting, toys sheâd asked for, he couldnât deny her. anything sheâd ask, heâd buy.
and it had become an argument, âyou spoil her too much, sheâs going to become selfish.â you scolded. âI just love her.â heâd answer, his head down as he stared at the set of shoes he had just bought. he thought theyâd look cute in her, the pink bow that decorated the top just what she had asked for. you sighed, always ending up with a smile on your face. âjust, donât buy her too much. we both know what that can cause.â and heâd agree.
as your daughter grew, so did the both of you. nothing had changed, the love between the small family still the same. only a small addition, the little dog with a heart condition taehyung had brought home a while ago. you almost denied him, telling him you werenât prepared for a new life to take care of. but he insisted, his eyes convincing you, just as theyâd always had.
âhe looked sad, I wanted to help him.â heâd explain. âI promise Iâll take care of him.â and he did. he fed him, bathed him, took him on walks with your daughter, playing with him. even picked up his shit with a disgusted face.
âââââ I CANâT MOVE ON, BABYDOLL, WAITINâ ON CALLS ࣪
like Icarus, maybe he flew too close to the sun. maybe he broke your promise, the one the both of you held onto. he did. he shouldnât have, because now, youâre growing distant. and he didnât know, how to fix it.
ŕźâŕźŕź EPISODE 1 âââ âwhen you first met taehyung, heâd been the wannabe prisoner. not for murder or, disgusting, diabolical crimes. but for drugs. heâd get into trouble at least twice a month, the unhealthy behavior consistent throughout his life.â
ŕźâŕźŕź EPISODE 2 âââ âtaehyung sat himself down on the chair he recognized far too well, cold to the touch. it reminded him of you. thatâs when he realized, he was fucked up. he didnât know when it happened, how he got here. he was almost, dizzy.â
Pairing:Â Army General!Taehyung x Royal Healer!Reader
Genre: Smut, some Fluff
Warnings: excited!Reader who is ready to sin, soft!Taehyung, service Dom!Taehyung, sub!Reader, loss of virginity (f.receiving), mutual stripping, intimate nudity, discussion of safeword, his hands, nipple sucking, body worship, vaginal fingering, amazing oral sex (f.receiving), penetrative vaginal sex, sex-starved!Taehyung who finally doesn't hold back anymore, oh boy he is so ready to serve & devour, this is both really soft and intense, strength kink, dirty talk, clit play, his hands, finger sucking, unprotected sex 'cause historical yk, big dick!taehyung, this man is not afraid to eat ass :), let's just say Reader learns what this marriage has in store for her ;), trying to stay quiet, his hands, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), squirting, creampies, extensive aftercare & cute pillowtalk, taehyung loves praise <3, snuggles & cuddles, his hands.
Wordcount: 13.7k | Minors DNI you will be blocked & reported
a/n: i want this taehyung to throw me against a wall tbfh fasjdfja. i have nothing else to say. gaaah i was so happy to go on this lil journey with you besties. and i'm so sad that it ended :( BUT! i already have three smutty oneshots planned for them soo it's not totally over yet <3 leave some comments and let's talk about general!Tae ehehhe â¤
Taehyung is pacing, biting his nails. You should be here by now.
He already checked the hallways outside twice and stuck his head out of the window four times. It should be time.
He hurries to the window again, sliding it open. Cold winterâs air swirls around his naked feet. It started snowing. Your bedroom is still dark.
He closes the window and paces. Perhaps you are still at the hospital. He needs to be patient.Â
Taehyung finds distraction in rearranging the table for the fifth time. Next, he checks all the candles and smoothes out the sheets.
Perhaps sitting down will help. Taehyung rocks back and forth, heart racing unbearably.Â
He wonders if this is a good idea, if you will see him. What if he scared you away with his intensity? He knows that he can be a lot when he wants to be. What if he put too much faith in your connection? He knows that it has, after all, only been four months. What if you do not feel as he feels for you?Â
Because he loves you.
He loves your kind heart, your work ethic, your intelligence and your tender hands, just as he loves your sweet voice and your precious face.
He truly did not want to fall in love. He thought that loving someone would weaken him, but it made him stronger. Thinking of you lifts him up, seeing you makes him stronger and talking to you gives him new ideas. Being in love is a strength not a weakness.Â
He loves you, he would do anything to make you happy, but what if you do not feel the same?
Taehyung stands up and paces nervously. He checks the hallway one more time. Just as he promised, there are no guards in front of his doors. He stationed them outside the sleeping quarters and ordered the servants to take the night off. There are no signs of you.
He closes the door and hurries to the mirror to inspect his own reflection. He fixes his hair for the fifth time, tugs and pulls on his clothes so they sit correctly and he inspects every inch of his face. He hopes that you think him handsome. People tell him that he is, but tonight only your opinion matters.
He spent two hours in the royal bath houses today, getting scrubbed from head to toe. He didnât see you there when he went, which makes him nervous. What if the reason why he didnât meet you was because you had already decided not to see him and therefore you had no reason to get clean?Â
Taehyung checks the candles again, then the bed. You should be here by now. You cannot deny him, you simply cannot. This is not a statement of confidence but a plea of nervousness. You cannot deny him because if you did, Taehyung would break.Â
He begins imagining a life without you. No more shared meals, no more quiet times, no more gentle touches when his body aches and no more arms to fall into when he cannot sleep. He will never hear your laugh again or seek you out when he wants to talk. Taehyung is panicking, slipping into a state of anxiety when he hears the first call of the bell.Â
You should be here. You should be here. Please, be here. Taehyung grows more and more restless as times goes on.Â
Twelve times the bell rings. Twelve times he had hope and then there was silence. Midnight passed. You did not come. He has his answer.Â
His body refuses to move at first, shock freezes him right where he stands. He feels the same sickening void in his stomach he felt after a battle lost. He is empty.Â
It happened. The worst thing happened. You do not wish for this marriage to be one of love. You wish for distance, for nights apart, for meals alone and for him far away from you.Â
Why did he think that it could be different? You and he were married for two days before he left for five years. You did not send him even one letter when he was at the frontline. Hells, you and he didnât even have time to consummate the marriage. Why did he think that you would want more out of this bond?Â
All the shared meals, the tender touches and comforting hugs werenât because you were his wife, they were solely acts of a healer. He has always been just a patient to you and he stupidly pressured you into more, which ultimately led to you pulling away completely. He messed everything up because no matter how hard he tries, he will always remain a ruthless conqueror who stops at nothing. He is not a husband women dream of; he is a rough, idiotic general only good for pillaging and killing.
No. No, this isnât right. It is your fault. You gave him hope again. You begged him not to leave you. You made him feel as if you liked him too. Why did you do that? Why?
You played him and Taehyung fell for it again.
He grabs a vase to throw it across the room but halts, eyes jumping to his opening door. He holds his breath.Â
âIâm so sorry for running late, oh heavens Iâm out of breathâ, you stumble into his room, having run seconds earlier. Your hair is damp, clearly having had not enough time to fully dry. Your clothes are not properly put on, as if you did it without your servantsâ help. You bend over, supporting yourself on your knees as you pant for air.
Taehyung discards the vase and closes the distance, heart beating quickly. His smile reaches his eyes and puffs his cheeks.
âYou came.â
âYeah, a moment. Air.â You explain, huffing for air.Â
Taehyung closes the door and locks it for your sake so you do not have to worry about people barging in. Then he closes the distance to you, placing his arms around you.
âPlease sit down. What happened? Why are you so out of breath?â he asks, leading you to the set table.
âWe had an emergency at the hospital. A farmer cut his fingers and we needed to operate him quickly. Truly, I am so stressed out. I wanted to do a proper job as a healer yet wished to rush it.â
He helps you sit down, lingering behind you afterwards to rub your shoulders.
âSo did you manage to save him?â
âThe first joints of his fingers are sadly lost forever, but his hand will heal. Ah please forgive me, my face is so hot.â
He hurries to pour you a glass of water, sitting down opposite of you afterwards.
âPlease drink something.â
âThanks.â
You do so hungrily, gulping it down with closed eyes. You set it down and while you lose yourself in another rant, Taehyung prepares more water for you. You might not be aware of it, but he enjoys every second of the current moment. He missed hearing about your day. He missed it so very much.Â
âTruly out of all days. I wanted to curse at the farmer for choosing today to be reckless. Today, when I have plans after work. I really planned on leaving earlier. You must imagine how stressed I felt. I needed to hurry to the bath house before it closed and barely managed to put on my dress because my servants took a spontaneous night off without telling me. My hair did not have enough time to dry, I look a mess.â
He listens intently, feeling so incredibly warm inside his chest.Â
âI had to wash up in my room a second time because I sweat so much. And IâŚâ Embarrassment washes over your features. You lower your head. âPlease forgive me, I donât know what I am saying.â
âDonât apologise. I love what you have to say.â
âYou do?âÂ
He nods his head, gaze softening immensely.
âTell me more. What happened next?â he asks.
âAh, nothing really. I had to dress myself without help, which normally should be no problem but these are not my normal clothes. I rarely wear clothes which arenât my healer garps, so it was a struggle.â
Taehyungâs tummy flutters. You dressed up for tonight. You put just as much effort into your looks than he did. Which means you also see this evening as something special.
âI think it was my fault. I told the servants to take the night offâ, he confesses.
âYou? Oh I see, you are the reason why I look as if I got dressed by a donkey.â
He laughs, âforgive me, forgive me. I wanted to provide you privacy. Besides, you look delightful.â
You lock eyes with him albeit shyly, having to giggle and look away. Taehyung smiles with a racing heart, scooting closer.
âI am so glad that you are hereâ, he confesses.
âI guess I am. Now you know that I am capable of dishonourable deeds.â
âBeloved, look at me.â
His gentle voice and the loving nickname draws your eyes to hisâ.Â
âWhat happens between you and me, no matter how sexual, will never be dishonourable to me.â
âReally? Because I really, really, did not want to come tonight. No! I did. Just the sex part took me a while. I am so scared.â
âDonât be. We do not have to go there if you do not want to. And if we do, I will be gentle.â
âI am not scared of pain. Iâm scared that I will act too indecent and disgust you with it. I do not know how much is too much.âÂ
Taehyung laughs.
âDonât laugh.â
âOh forgive me, oh. I am laughing because of how ridiculous this is.âÂ
âThis isnât funny.â
He reaches over the table, caressing your crossed arms.Â
âNothing is too much.â
âOh.â
You lower your head with a giggle, covering your own mouth. Taehyung sips water with a smile.Â
âI, uhm. I do not know how to start thisâ, you confess.Â
âThere is no rush. It is perfectly fine if we only talk. Do not pressure yourself. Do you want some tea?âÂ
âYes, Iâd like that.â
âI made your favourite blend.â He pours it skilfully. âHow is it?â
âOh, it is perfect. You really know how to make tea these days.â
Your praise makes his eyes sparkle.Â
âHave some yakgwa as well.â
âHow did you manage to get this at this time of year?â you gasp and take three pieces of honey cake. Normally these cakes are only served during the harvest festival and weddings. It is a rare delicacy.
âI used my privileges as a princeâ, he confesses with flushed cheeks, âdo you like it? You told me once that theyâre your favourite dessert.â
âYou remembered?â
âOf course.â
âBut I only said this in passing.â
âThat doesnât matter to me. I wish to know you.â
âOh, Sire.â
âCan you call me Taehyung from now?âÂ
âBut youâre older than me and of royal blood.â
âI donât mind. I want to be friends with you.â
You nod your head, âso you really do not mind being addressed casually?âÂ
âNot by you I donât. May I call you by your name from now on as well? At least officially starting now, I might have let your name slip in the past. Sorry.â
âI didnât mind. Yes, you may call me by my name.â
He says your name and smiles. âWhat a beautiful name.â
âOh, uh, thank you and thank you for the cakeâ, you gush, enjoying the sweet dessert with the comforting tea.
âOf courseâ, Taehyung speaks in a worryingly quiet tone and so you dare to sneak a glance. He is looking at you with a smile. His fond gaze makes you nervous.
âSorryâ, you murmur and look to the side, giggling. âIâm really nervous.â
âMe too.â
âReally?â you gasp, eyes widening.
âOf course. I want tonight to be perfect.â
âI see. Ahâ, you exhale deeply, âat least I am not the only one nervous.âÂ
âNoâ, Taehyung says and shares in giggles with you.
Silence fills the room afterwards where you and he exchange giddy looks. You drink nervously, he does as well.
âYou are wearing the jewelleryâ, he says.
âI am.â You play with it. âI thought that perhaps tonight could be a special occasion. I even purchased a new dress, but I didnât put it on correctly.â
âYou are very beautiful.â
âThank you.â
Silence. Again. It is as if you both lost the ability to converse. Your nerves are at a shared all-time high. Shy glances get exchanged, more tea gets shared.Â
âDid you get here well?â he asks.
âYes, I did. And you?â
âYes, me too.âÂ
Glances.
You snicker.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â he asks.
âWhy are we suddenly so bad at talking?â
âI donât know.â He laughs. âIâm a mess honestly.â
âMe too.â
âYou know, I actually have something for youâ, Taehyung says and stands up to cross his room. You follow him with your eyes.
âWhat do you mean?â Â
He returns, sitting close enough that his knees touch the side of your thigh. It still flusters you, but it is a good sensation. Exciting.Â
âFor youâ, he says, handing you a present.
The object is wrapped in a purple silk cloth. A beautifully made norigae, matching in colour, adorns it. He remembered your favourite colour.
âThis is purple.âÂ
âYes, like your favourite colour.â
âSire, no wait, Taehyung. This is so nice. And it is quite heavy. What is it?â
âOpen itâ, he says, fumbling nervously.
You do so as carefully as possible. A thick, leather-bound book reveals itself. You open it.Â
âThe Encyclopaedia of Operating by Lee Jang-Geum. No way! Where did you find this?â
âThe book merchant. I asked for his rarest book on medicine and he handed me this. After giving me the evil eye, if I may add. I think he has yet to forgive me for kissing you in his shop.âÂ
âMaybe it could also be because you punched him.â
âNo, he deserved that one and he knows it.â
You snicker, scrunching your nose.
âWas he really mad?â
âMaybe a little, but I didnât care.â He rubs your arm. âDo you like the book?â
âI love it. Oh, I doâ, you say, hugging it to your chest. âI love it so much. Thank you.â
Taehyung nods his head, blinking rapidly.Â
âWhatâs the matter? Why do you seem sad? Is it because of the merchant? Iâm sure he will come around again.â
âNo, I donât care about him. I justâŚâ He hugs your waist carefully, resting his cheek on your shoulder. âI missed you so muchâ, he whispers.
âI missed you tooâ, you confess, poking his head with your nose.
He smiles and kisses it, eliciting a shaky gasp from you. Afterwards he gazes, caressing your waist. His eyes carry entire galaxies in them.
âWhy are you looking at me like this?â you whisper, breath swirling over his face.
âBecause you are so beautiful.â
âBut my hair didnât dry and I am certain my face is sweaty.â
âStop that.â He sits up, cradling your cheeks with both hands. âDo not try to find imperfections where there are none. You are beautiful.â
âTaehyung, please do not talk like this.â
He tilts your head up before you can lower it.
âI cannot stop. I burn for you and you must know.â
âYou really must stop or else I will die of heart palpitations.â
He chuckles, âI wouldnât allow that.â
âYou couldnât really control that if it actually happened. Heart conditions are out of our control. The only way to limit the chances of heart borne diseases is a healthy lifestyle.â
âYes?â he whispers, gaze melting. He looks at you as if you were everything.
âSorry. When I get nervous, I tend to ramble about medicine because it calms me down. Ah, you must think that Iâm weird.âÂ
âI do not. I think that you are so interesting.â
âOh.â You giggle and lean into him, stubbing his shoulder with your head.
Taehyung embraces you, burying his nose in your neck. You are very tense, laying in his arms stiff as a board and clasping the book between your bodies.
âYouâre allowed to relax if you want toâ, he whispers.
âOh, I uhm. I am, am I not?â
âNo, definitely notâ, he chuckles.
âSorryâ, you say and sink into his arms.
âItâs alright. Just, allow me to hold you for a moment.â
You nod, placing the book aside so you can truly feel him. His scent engulfs you, drowning you. You cannot tell when your feelings for him started, but you know how much you dreamed of this lately. To be embraced by him, to lie in his strong arms and feel the day melt away, it is paradise.
And after the last time he embraced you, it has become your new addiction.Â
âThis is so niceâ, he whispers, drawing mindless patterns on your back. It is so tingly. You nod your head in agreement, rubbing his back as well.
Oh, he smells so good. It increases your pulse in places you were once too shy to admit, but tonight you focus on it willingly. Warmth builds with each throb. His body draws you in.Â
You shift in his arms, making him let go because he thinks you were uncomfortable.Â
âForgive me.âÂ
âI liked it. Please hold me again.â
Taehyung fulfills your wish very gladly. He will never refuse you from now on, hoping that you request many hugs from him in the future.Â
You put your arms around his neck and nuzzle it, eliciting a sharp gasp from him because it tingles so much.
âYou smell so goodâ, your whisper is like paradise to him, ghosting over his skin.
âI do?â
âYes.â You press your chest against hisâ, arms running down his back.Â
Taehyung furrows his brows to make sure his eyes truly stay closed. This feels so good.Â
âAnd you are so soft. Youâre so muscular, but still so soft. How is this possible?â
You slide your hands to his waist where he is ticklish. Taehyung snickers and shakes you off.
âDonât tickle me. Itâs not my fault that I am soft.âÂ
âI didnât mean to, sorry.â You rub his back. âSo I gather that you are ticklish?â
âI am. Terribly so.â
âI see. So you do have a weakness.â
You put your hands on his waist.
âDonât test it out, I will fight backâ, he insists, making you snicker.
âNo. No tickling.â You sit back, eyes racing over his face. âAt least not right now.â
âAlright, I do not trust you at all. Not with your hands on my waistâ, he says and redirects them so they sit on his lap instead.Â
âHey, I was being truthful.â
âBetter safe than sorryâ, he jokes, making you laugh. He will never grow tired of it.
You seem more at ease afterwards, getting on your knees because you can be closer this way. You sit on your feet, eyes racing over his face.Â
âI think I want to do more.â
âHugging?â
âNo, the uhm, other thing.â
âI see. You donât have to force yourself if you donât-âÂ
You kiss him. Taehyung mewls in surprise, eyes fluttering closed and tensed hands stretched from his body. The kiss breaks before he can touch you, you are cradling his cheeks.
âThe longer I think about it, the less likely I will do it. Taehyung, I have wanted you ever since that celebratory dinner in my room, and Iâm not strong enough to be courtly anymore.â
âDo you mean that?â
âI do. You are so kind and caring and I really, really, like being with you. I want to have you.â
Taehyung smiles shyly, âalright.â
You lean in, but Taehyung presses a finger to your lips.
âFirst I need to talk.â
âAlright.â
âDo you know what a safeword is?â
âI do. I have it with my patients when I have to operate on them.â
âWe should decide on one for the bedroom. In case it gets too much for one of us.â
âAlright then letâs go withâŚ.mhmâŚoh, I got it! Cannon Fodder?âÂ
âReally?â He snickers, eyes gleaming. âDonât you think it a little too war themed?â
âMhm, right. Then how about Vegetable? That will definitely stop you.â
He laughs, nudging you, âhey, untrue. I am trying to eat healthier these days. But alright, letâs go with Vegetable.â
âI like it. Vegetable. It feels meaningful.â
âI want to fucking kiss youâ, he presses out.
You giggle and close the distance, fulfilling his wish.
Taehyung purrs, tugging you atop his lap impatiently. His arms close around you, hands desperately trying to be everywhere at the same time. Your weight on him only increases the urgency. He dimples your hips where his fingers hold you, lips searching for more of your honey taste. It is like in the story Lady Inna told. It feels as if he was trying to devour you, lips leaving no chance for you to misinterpret his feelings for you: Ever since that one morning, sharing another kiss with you is everything he has been thinking about.
âFuck. Youâre always on my mindâ, he lulls his words, tightening the pull between you and him. His hands wander along the paths of your back, your fingers explore his chest. The touch is eager, motivated by the growing attraction between you and him.
âAlways on there, never giving me time to breathe. Fuck ___.â
His sweet confession goes straight to your stomach, igniting a fire deep within. Its warmth spreads to your pussy. Kissing him isnât enough anymore, you need to melt into him.
Your tongue slips between his lips. He purrs, meeting you eagerly. There it is again: those flutters you felt in the alleyway. Shortness of breath, a rapid pulse and blurred thoughts are the side effects. Growing addiction is the result.
He is always on your mind as well. He makes you excited to wake up and brightens up the court. Other people see him as the dark, brooding general, but you see a shining star. And heavens be damned, you crave to reach for that star and catch it.
You break the kiss, making him mewl and chase you.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âI want more, but I donât know what to do.â
He chuckles fondly.Â
âLet me show you.â
You nod your head and climb off his lap, following his silent command. He stands up as well, pulling you into him by your wrists. He puts them around his neck, smiling down at you.
âDonât look awayâ, he whispers.Â
You couldnât even if he wanted you to. Taehyungâs face is one of a kind. You dare to say that he is the most beautiful person at court. Perhaps even of the entire kingdom. No, the entire world. Nobody comes close to his looks. You always thought this way about him, even before your marriage, but now that feelings are involved you are truly obsessed.
âYouâre really handsome.â
âYes?â
âMhm. I actually always thought that you were beautiful. Even before we got married.â
âYou did?â
âYeah.â
âThank you, my beloved.â
âBut now I really, really, like your face. And your body and your hair and your hands. I like everything.â
âThank youâ, he whispers, cheeks rosy and gaze shy.
Taehyung leads you to his bed and twirls with you, pushing you down gently. You sit, Taehyung kneels. His hands feel up your outer thighs, his eyes take you in. He places a tender kiss on your knee, resting his chin on it afterwards.
âI like youâ, he confesses, eyes sparkling.
âI like you tooâ, you say, caressing his cheek.
Taehyung leans into your touch, eyes softening in a smile.
âAre you really sure about this? I am okay with waiting.â
âI am sure. I thought about it a lot and I really want this.â
âThis makes me happy. You can stop me at any time.â
âMaybe I will andâŚâ your eyes gleam. â...edge you?â
Taehyung widens his eyes, making you snicker and scrunch your nose. You are joking with him. He feels the urge to squeeze you because of all the adoration he feels for you. He shoots up with a big smile, kissing your lips rather passionately and squeezing your waist. You squeak, writhing helplessly.
âDo that and Iâll officially turn insaneâ, he warns, tickling you a second time which makes you giggle and push at his chest.
âDid I get you?â
âI thought you were serious. Wah I was panickingâ, he confesses.
âNo, I was jokingâ, you giggle.
âMhhm my darling. Youâre playing too much.â
He laughs with you, kissing your lips and cheeks and jaw. He is fucking obsessed with you. Your behaviour is so goddamn addictive when you feel safe and comfortable. He stops himself before he tears off your clothes with his teeth. He is starving for you.
âCan we take another step?â he asks, kissing your jawline gently despite his feral thoughts.
âYes, but you have to tell me what.â
âDo as I do, darling.â
âAlright.â
He stands up and opens the ties of his belt. He is undressing. The aspect fills you with delight. Only he can think of making a game out of this, and you are more than willing to play it.
You stand up and follow his steps. Belts first, outer layers next. The tension grows when the second layers come off. He is wearing pants beneath them, you are wearing a skirt. He opens the knot and lets his pants drop. His shift covers him, but the insinuations are heavy in the room. Nothing else will cover him once that minuscule layer of fabric is shed.Â
âCan you help me?â you ask and turn. âIt was so difficult it put on alone, so I tightened the knot too much.â
âOf course.âÂ
The room is silent as he opens your shaping skirt. Only the sound of fabric can be heard. He makes you sway with each tug. You know that he is barely using his strength right now, but it still feels terribly exciting to experience some of it.
âThere we go. You managed to get three knots tangled up.â
âThanks. It felt like that when I put it on.â
Taehyung chuckles, letting the skirt drop. You step out of it as you turn back to him.
âHoly fuckâ, he gets out.
Only a thin shift covers you.
The attraction is palpable. He knows that you wear nothing underneath it. Just for tonight, both you and he decided to leave out all of the traditional layers of undergarments. It is entirely uncourtly, scandalous and outright perverted. Yet you both decided that wearing as little as possible was appropriate for tonight.
And the message it conveys is loud and clear: You came to him fully ready to embrace him.
âYou really wanted this, didnât you?â his voice is deeper than usual, huskier and drenched in attraction.
âI wasnât going to put on all of these layers just to take them off again.â
âWe had the same thought.â
You snicker, nodding your head.Â
âI feel really scandalous. I hope itâs not too much.â
âDonât. You are messing with my head. Seeing you in just a shift, I feel dazedâ, he says and closes the distance to kiss your neck.
âTaeâ, you sigh, folding under his kisses and hands falling to his strong arms.Â
âYouâre hiding a naughtier side, arenât you?â he purrs and tugs on your earlobe, eliciting a shaky sigh from you.
âDonât judge me, please.â
âIâm not. Itâs driving me insaneâ, he whispers sweetly, contradicting the tenderness of his voice with his hungry touch. His hands travel along your stomach, drowning you in a state of anticipation. Will he let them slip under your shift or take the paths upwards? The memories of his fingers deep inside you lie at the forefront of your mind, you feel yourself drip down your thighs.
Does he feel just as affected? You guide your hands to his stomach, feeling up his muscles through the shift. His blissed moan tickles your skin.Â
âFuckâ, he curses under his breath, leaving kisses on your jaw, your chin and ear as he changes sides.
You do not mind when he curses. Not anymore because it means that you affect him, and this is such an arousing thing to know.
Feeling utterly greedy, you slip your hands to his cock. He is in the process of hardening, licking your neck as a reaction to your touch.
âTicklesâ, you giggle, fleeing him. But he chases you, hips bucking against your hands.Â
âMhm. My wife, touching places like this. Makes me so hungry for youâ, he purrs, placing wet kisses on your jawline. A certain strength begins pushing you back. He is leading you to bed, lips driving you crazy and presence domineering in the gentlest of ways.
Your calves hit the bed, making you sway. Taehyung purrs, squeezing your left buttock for support. It shocks you so intensely that you push at his chest.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks, lifting his head.
âYour hand is on my bottom.â
âMhm.â He squeezes it, eyes gleaming. âSuch a perfect ass.â
âWow, okay. I can definitely not be too indecent. You areâŚwow.â
He laughs, hand travelling along your ass and lips reclaiming your neck.
âI told you: you can let go with me.â
âI canâŚsee that nowâŚTaehyungâŚâ
âMhm?â
âPlease touch me more.â
He smiles. It is a warm smile, adoring and yet full of desire. Your heart beats faster because of it, your attraction to him reaches unbearable levels. Your stomach flutters when his hands begin to gather parts of your shift, dragging the soft fabric further and further up your legs.
He stops when the hem of it sits just under your buttocks.
âIs this okay for me to do?â he asks.
âYesâ, you nod your head, lifting your arms and closing your eyes in preparation.
Your eagerness makes Taehyung so happy. This is exactly where he wanted you. Burning in desperation to the point where you beg him to take you to bed. His patience paid off, his current impatience forces him to act hastily. He takes off your shift swiftly, throwing it to the ground and lifting you up into a kiss before you can even open your eyes.
Your naked, heated body presses against his clothed torso, your surprised whimper tickles his lips. Taehyung bounces you in his strong arms, deepening the kiss.
You feel dizzy. He didnât even look at you. You expected him to take time in admiring your body, but he didnât even give you time to arrive in your nude state. He stole you from gravityâs grasp, reminding you that he has wanted you for way too long.
Taehyung sinks to one knee, setting you down on the other. This is the first skin on skin contact between you and him, and it is the most sinful of kind. Your bared pussy grinds against his naked thigh, excitement covering his skin. Your stomach tenses, lips struggling to keep up with Taehyungâs growing hunger. It is as if your weight on him drives him to the brink of starvation, which is so unbelievable to you because you already feed him your kisses. How much does he still want from you? What more can you even give him? You are so eager to find out.Â
That is if this doesnât continue. Holy fuck, why is he moving your hips so much? It is as if he is running his fingers over your cunt, except that it is more intense and bigger and harder and hotter. Actually, it is totally different, but still so good. Taehyung surprises you over and over again.Â
You tense up, ready to fall into him but he stops it. The sensation is so uncomfortable in a weirdly good way. You want him even more afterwards. Is this what edging is? It is nice.
Taehyung lifts you again, holding you safely in the air for just a second before he lays you down on the mattress, climbing the bed as he does. The muscles in his torso and arms ripple and flex, yet he barely seems to struggle.
His sheets are just as soft as you remember them to be, drowning you in his masculine scent and a hint of lavender. You know this scent from your own bed when the servants dressed it in fresh sheets. Taehyung must have changed the sheets just for tonight.
It is such a sweet detail, yet feels miniscule in your current state because something else takes up your entire mind. His body stopped being in contact with yours. Shivers course through you, your skin aches where he once touched you. You try to pull him closer, but this only makes it worse. You take it back, you donât like edging. You want to be with him.
He breaks the kiss, towering over you on his hands and knees. Strands of his black hair hang into his face, even from this angle he is beautiful.
He cradles your cheek, thumb brushing your skin.Â
âSo delicate. My hands arenât used to handling such fragile treasures.â
âIâm more robust than you think, actually, I can lift a fallen patient if I have to. There is a certain technique behind it though and Oh! Shoot, Iâm rambling again.â
Taehyung chuckles, scrunching his eyes.
âYouâre a fucking delightâ, he says, kissing your cheek. âYou have to show me that technique one day.â
âAre you sure? Itâs a really-â
âMh-hmâ, he interrupts your rambling by kissing you.Â
Your brain shuts off, body melting and eyes falling closed. You can count the seconds his lips touch yours. One, two. The kiss breaks again as Taehyung lifts his head.
âMoreâ, you beg, chasing him.
âPatience. Now that I finally have you like this, I wish to savour youâ, he says, increasing your pulse.
No one ever wanted to savour you. What a wonderful feeling.
He sits up on the back of his heels and hooks his hands under his shift, taking it off in one swift movement. He throws it behind himself, meeting your eyes. Well, he attempts to meet your eyes because you are too busy gawking at him like a deer in torch light.
So he gives you this intimate moment, allowing himself his own moment of adoration. His desire for you grows with each new inch his eyes take in. Nothing could have prepared him for this moment. Taehyung imagined how your naked body might look when he touched himself early today to get himself ready, but this is so much better. He imagines all the lovingly deranged things he will do to you, bringing himself to the brink of madness. When he finally looks at your face again, you have stopped looking at his body already. He does not know for how long.
âYou are the most beautiful woman. You donât know what youâre doing to meâ, he says, voice heavy in arousal.
âThank youâ, you whisper, glancing at his cock.
âAre you nervous?â
âMe? Of course not, Iâm not nervous. I have seen many penises before, as a matter of fact I have examined many. You have a very healthy looking, rather voluptuous, example and I-â you cringe, â-am ruining the mood with my medical rambling again.â
âNo, no please keep talking about my rather voluptuous cockâ, he chuckles.
âI said example, not cock.â
He laughs, attacking you with a smiley kiss.
âIâm obsessed with you. Holy fuck, you are a delight.â
The giggles you and he share die down slowly as the moment stretches on and his kisses donât stop. He turns you on too much, you make him too hungry to care for laughter.
âStop me if Iâm too intenseâ, he tattoos the words against your neck and then he is already on a conquering quest of your body. His hands command his lips, his tongue does the finishing blows. Your untouched skin is his battleground, resisting is fruitless. Once the fire of battle burns in his veins, he doesnât plan on stopping until he has all of you.
He brings you to the brink of wanting to curse. You should have stayed when Lady Inna told the story of Lord Ozai and Lady Zuki, it would have prepared you for what will happen after neck kisses. Because of your mistake, you are thrown into this blindly, grasping the sheets as Taehyung claims every inch of your breasts as his territory. You didnât know that this could feel so fucking good. You regularly do checks up on yourself for the bad knots, so you know how it feels to have your breasts touched but this is different. He makes the fire in your stomach grow and grow and grow and. You make a sound, feet digging into the mattress as you thrust your hips up against nothing.
Taehyung chuckles, dragging his teeth over your nipple, âfuck, beloved, do you like that?â he purrs.
âIt makes me so hotâ, you whine, trying so hard to writhe but he pins your hips down into the mattress, climbing between your legs just to push them apart by your thighs.Â
âYouâve got the prettiest tits. So fucking perfectâ, he rasps and sucks on your nipple.Â
You gasp and tense, head turning in shock. He keeps sucking only to bite gently and tug before he repeats it with your other nipple. His voice tickles you, his mouth is so wet. And warm. And soft. And his teeth are so tingly. And oh gods you are losing control again.
You mewl, thrusting your hips and dropping your knees together. His body keeps you from closing them, his strong hands pin you back down. You can feel the dirty smirk he sports because of your reaction. It embarrasses you only a little.
His lips take on another conquering route down the middle of your stomach. You are breathless and close to losing control again. Your wet nipples throb in the cold air, every kiss he places on your stomach is a warm contrast to it. You feel so weak.
Taehyung stops the third needy thrust before it can even happen, holding your hips between his big hands. He kisses your lower stomach. Right where it blends into your hip bones and waist. You have to giggle because it is so sensitive that the kiss tickles.
He chuckles deeply, glancing up at you. You have your eyes covered by your own hand, rolling your head from side to side as you giggle. So adorable. He wants to watch you gasp.Â
He takes his fingers and ghosts them down the middle of your pussy. Barely any contact is made, his touch is like a whisper of a sensation. Just enough to wake up your nerves. And oh how they wake up.Â
Your giggles cut off and a loud gasp replaces them. Your hand drops from your eyes, grasping the pillow. Your mouth never closes and your hips begin to wiggle desperately.
Shocked pleasure. So honest and sweet. Happy about your perfect reaction, Taehyung chuckles and holds your hips again. It draws a desperate, very quiet, keen from your lips. A telltale sign that you want more.
âYouâre adorableâ, he lulls, acting as if he never touched your pussy. It makes you restless, which excites him terribly. He trails his kisses from your hipbones to your thighs, running his hands up and down your hips.
The memory remains. The ghosting touch and its repercussions haunt you. You are in actual pain, thinking about his fingers inside you, on top of you, rubbing you and touching you.Â
âTouch meâ, you breathe, tilting your hips.
He ignores you, grazing his teeth over your skin in an amazingly good way. And you cannot even be properly restless because he is holding you down.
It is like he is keeping you hostage, like he corners you and makes it impossible to fight him. You know from stories that he loves this technique on the battlefield. Corner the enemy until all they can do is surrender. You are already hisâ so what could you possibly still give him?
âTaehyung, pleaseâ, you beg, hips squirming helplessly.
He purrs, marking your inner thighs. What does he want from you? Why is he down there and not up here, kissing you while he fingers you? What could you possibly give him down below? Why is he not stopping?
What would Lord Ozai have done after kissing Lady Zukiâs breasts? You regret not staying during Lady Innaâs story because you possibly cannot imagine what can be so interesting for Taehyung down there. All you know is that you want to explode from impatience.
âTaehyung, why are you down there?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât know what you else you could do there.â
âYouâre joking, right?â
âWhy would I joke?â
His eyes darken, his grip tightens. He slides his hands to your inner thighs and down until he frames your pussy. He pushes you apart, breath ghosting over your skin and driving you crazy.
âYou have no fucking idea what Iâm still capable ofâ, he rasps.
âHuh? What?â
Taehyung connects his mouth with your pussy and drags his tongue through your folds.Â
âAh!â
You curl in on yourself and somehow throw your head back at the same time, mouth falling open and eyes rolling back as if he knocked you out. Not in your twenty five years of living could your mind have ever come up with this completely and totally fucked up thing. This is perverted, this should be forbidden, this is turning your brain into liquid.
âTaehyungâ, you keen, tugging on his hair instinctively.
Taehyung moans pleasurably each time you twitch. You are already so restless and he hasnât even licked your clit yet. Or licked you for long. Do you even know what still waits for you or are you already in the belief that it cannot get any better than this? You probably have no idea. Fuck, your question sounded so earnest, and you are a confirmed virgin. Of course you have no idea.
Taehyung has to fight the urge to devour you where it will feel best for you. He knows that your clit would fit so perfectly between his lips and it would throb so cutely, but he cannot give in to temptation.
He has to savour this, he has to enjoy you. He cannot be greedy, not when it comes to you. He stills his impatience by sucking you. It feels so good to take your soft folds between his lips and to hear you try to figure out what sounds to make.
You never should have asked him. Why did you challenge him? Why did you wonder what he could do? You brought this onto yourself. You swear that you will explode. You will fully and truly explode.Â
You slam your second hand onto his head as well, scratching his scalp as you bundle his hair. Being quiet is impossible, your hips cannot stay still.
He moans and wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you oh so close. You muffle him in your warmth and he is gone for. After weeks of starvation, he has you and you taste so much better than he could have ever imagined. And you shake so much. He loves this.Â
He laps at your leaking cunt, nose buried between your folds and cheeks caressed by your soft hair. You must have perfumed yourself, your scent is making him dizzy and his tongue restless. Taehyung messies the sheets because of you, cock aching to be inside you. If your taste wasnât so addictive, he would have already taken you raw and deep.
âTaehyungâ, you choke out, fleeing him because if this goes on any longer you have to scream. Not even twisting his hair helps.Â
He growls in distaste, pulling you back to him. Your short moment of resistance and his fight for you, forces his body to slip off bed. It doesnât matter to him, he drags you to the edge of the bed and pushes your legs up your body. They fall over his shoulders, toes curling and thighs shaking.
Again: he still hasnât even licked your clit yet, taking the journey deeper into your personal space. Your ass is calling to him. He never shied away from it. Not when it brings such sweet noises to the surface.
He spreads you, gazing at you first before he tastes. He is the luckiest man ever.Â
âDamn, youâre so pretty.â
Your tight rim tenses under his tongue, you gasp and then suddenly grow very, very quiet. Taehyung looks up from between your legs. You are stuck in a back arch, mouth agape and chest frozen as he makes you forget to breathe. Because you still grasp his hair, you squeeze your breasts together, showing off how swollen in pleasure your nipples are.
He buries himself deeper, nose digging into your wet cunt and tongue wiggling just a little into you. The pleasure ripples through you like a seizure, you cramp and relax around him, gasping for air sparingly and seemingly never exhaling. Satisfied by your ecstatic state, Taehyung closes his eyes again and dedicates every single second to your pleasure. He pumps his tongue in and out of you, circling your rim each time he is outside. All while he grinds his nose against your pussy and his thumbs massage the area where your thighs melt into your groin.
You have to scream. You canât scream, the entire court will hear you. You canât. You have to, but you canât. Panicked, you grab a pillow and hug it against your face, biting into it. Like a barrel finally overflowing from too much wine, the noises spill out of you and into the pillow. It barely gets any easier to bear, he has you experiencing things you will never, ever be able to forget again. You fear that you will get wet whenever you replay them. Even wetter than you have already been getting because of his hands. You went into this evening, thinking that you already knew everything you could know, that it couldnât possibly get any more perverted than it already did, but you were so wrong. You wonât be the same person anymore from this day on.
Taehyung is floating with you, squeezing your legs further into you and feeling short of breath. He breaks contact just to moan and fight for air.
âI love this so muchâ, he gets out and falls back between your legs. He growls pleasurably, dragging his ever-eager tongue from your rim to your pussy. His left thumb picks up where he licked last, massaging your tight hole while he laps up the sweet nectar his messy rimjob milked out of you.Â
You are a lot more relaxed than you were when he claimed you first. He applies just enough pressure to send pleasurable sparks through your veins. You spill on his tongue in reaction, making it harder and harder to be patient.Â
Taehyung begins to think about fucking you. Granted, he has been thinking about that for weeks, but it is starting to get unbearable.Â
And your noises. He is so far away because your voice sounds muffled in his ears. They are so sweet. You do it so good for him. He is obsessed.
He flicks his tongue, you twitch with your entire body and squeak in reaction.Â
Nope, thatâs it.
Taehyung cannot drag it out any longer. He parts your swollen cunt with his right hand, sticks his left thumb into your dripping walls and connects his tongue with your clit.
He knows the consequences of his actions. It was the very reason why he avoided your most sensitive pleasure spot for so long. He throws you over the edge with the first lick, making you scream into the pillow. The payoff was so worth it, he thinks, as he licks you through your shaking orgasm and your warm cunt throbs around his thumb.
As you lay here and shake like you have never shaken before, it finally dawns on you that the incident in the alleyway was a mere appetiser of the orgasms Taehyung can give you. Compared to what he makes you experience right now, the orgasm in the alleyway feels like a tiny shiver. This right now claims your entire body, it feels endless and explosive.Â
When the shakes finally stop and Taehyung finally lifts his head, you are disoriented and far, far away. The world around you is blurry and fiery heat has made a permanent residence in your veins. The ceiling looks far away, your face is wet in tears. You can feel that he puts your legs down, but you barely take it in. Your ears are ringing. Your pussy pulsates and throbs.
âDid you enjoy yourself, beloved?â he whispers, covering your inner thighs with open-mouthed kisses. He licks his thumb clean as he does, feeling painfully charged in desire. His cock might burst if he doesnât get relief soon.
You try to talk, but only squeak.
He looks up, stomach tightening at the view. This is why your voice sounded so muffled. You grabbed a pillow and covered your face with it. Probably to quiet yourself. Taehyung climbs atop the bed and tugs the pillow from your weak grasp. He throws it to the side, cupping your cheeks.
Now without something to grasp, you hold onto his wrists for support. His face is wet, especially the lower parts of it and his nose. You cover his skin. You did that to him. It embarrasses you only mildly, because most of all it arouses you.
âTake a deep breath for meâ, his voice sounds like heaven to your fucked-out brain.
You inhale.
âNow exhale.â
You obey, placing your hands on his pecs. His heart is hammering in his chest, his nipples are swollen.
âThatâs it. Do you finally know what I could do down there?â
You nod your head, gulping.
âAnd did you like it?â
You nod your head more vigorously.
Taehyung drops his hands onto the mattress on each side of your head, pecs tensing.
âDonât ever underestimate me again, hear me?â
âYes.â You bite your lower lip, having to whimper.Â
âTell me.â
âTaehyung. Iâm still really hot in my tummy.â
âI know. You donât know what youâre doing to me. I want to fuck you so bad.â
You have never felt more ready for anything before. This orgasm, his treatment of you, his passion and the pleasure it brought you created a deep aching void inside you. One you fear only Taehyung can fill.
âI want to be fucked by youâ, you say, voice terribly croaky from all the screaming you did.
Taehyung twists the sheets and furrows his brows, cock twitching aggressively.
âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
âThen scoot further up.â
He kneels once you and he are in position, placing your legs over his lap and around his hips. He lifts his hips and bends forwards, forcing your lower body to lift with it. Heâll have the perfect angle to scramble your insides once heâll slip it in.
âTouch me.â
You obey, sliding your thumbs to his obliques just as he aligns himself with you.
This is it. You are so ready.Â
He hesitates.
âWhy are you stopping?â you ask.
He meets your eyes, suddenly looking nervous.
âI donât know if you know, but for some virgins the first penetration can hurt. Iâm sorry, I should have told you sooner.â
âI know. I donât care. I want to be your wife, Taehyung. For real and officially.â
âOh. Ah, youâre making my cock twitch.â
âPlease.â
Taehyung nods his head and puts his hand over yours, giving them a gentle squeeze just as he pushes inside.
âTell me to stop, you canâŚfuckâŚholy fuck, youâre so wetâŚtell me to stop.â
You make a noise, grasping his hands and arching your back.
âStop?â
âMore.â
Taehyung pushes inside entirely, shuddering with you. There was no resistance, as if your sweet warmth was already waiting for him. He presses himself tighter to you, balls squeezing against your ass and cock digging as deep as he can go. You whimper and tense in reaction, eyes widening.
âYou did it, youâre alright, youâre alrightâ, he assures you, rubbing your inner thighs while he clasps your hands. âDoes it hurt?â
âNo. I justâŚâ
âYes?â
âI really like it. TaehyungâŚâ you get out, grabbing his hips to push them closer to you. âMove inside me, please.â
He shows you. Gently. Hesitantly. It is torture for him because he dreamed of being inside you for weeks. You squeeze his hips.
âAre you holding back?â you sound displeased, furrowing your brows and, it is unbelievable, pouting.
Taehyung feels so much adoration for you.
âYeah, itâs your first time. I thought that.â
You shake your head, âno, do it properly.â
âReally? Iâm intense when I-âÂ
âYes, do it. Fuck me for real.â
â___â, Taehyung moans and drops to his hands, hips picking up a sloppy rhythm because the time for proper movements has long past for him.Â
âOoh. O-oh. Oh! Oh wow. Wow. Oh gods, wowâ, you moan, watching your life change right before your eyes. This. Is. Amazing!
â___, darling. Fuck, ___.â
He is dumb in desperation, he wants his body to do the work for him. No more thinking, only fucking. You gave him the consent for it. You want it. And Taehyung is losing control over his muscles. This is instinctive, this is what he wanted to do with you for weeks.Â
You finally feel the consequences of your actions. To be pulled in, tempted and turned on over and over again only to be pushed away and denied every single fucking time, made him so desperate that Taehyung fucks like an animal.
Hard, strong thrusts broken up by rolls of his hips when he is deep inside show you what kind of lover he is. Domineering, driven by pleasure, obsessed and despite it all, gentle. Taehyung fucks with intent and passion and skill. So much skill. He puts his entire back into it, meaty thighs keeping your body in the perfect angle and cock taking up all of the space inside you.
Quite frankly, he is not just filling up the space he is making new one. One thrust at a time he relaxes you more and at the same time makes your muscles tense tighter.Â
Your hands slip from his grasp and fall over your mouth just so you cannot scream again. Tears shoot to your eyes. Taehyung sees them through his blurred vision but cannot react to them as his eyes roll back and fall closed.
âYou feel so fucking goodâ, he gets out then all he can do is moan and curse.
Knowing that you wonât get any help from him, you close your eyes as well, attempting with all your might to make peace with your reality. You really have to stop underestimating him. You thought that his cock would feel as his fingers did but yet again, his fingers were a mere appetizer of what his cock can give you. It is like he is reshaping you just so he fits. It feels so good, especially right by your entrance and deep inside your tummy. The void, which ached so much, gets appeased with each thrust. So deep inside you. So fucking deep. It reignites the fire, flames spreading all throughout your legs and tummy.
So deep.
Holy fuck, so deep.
Skin slaps against skin, your wet pussy squelches around his heavy cock. If the court wasnât so ever present, you would already sob his name. Sin feels so fucking good when it is you and Taehyung committing it.
âTaehyungâ, you have to say his name otherwise you will explode. Your shaky hands grasp his waist and squeeze, dimpling his skin. You can feel his muscles work this way, which only increases your desperation. âTaehyung.â
â___â, he answers you, writing your name against your g-spot. His eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth opens afterwards as he moans. His voice might be the sexiest voice you have ever heard.
âDonât stop.â
âMh-hm. Touch your clit, beloved, trust me.â
You do. Everything he has shown you turned out to be amazing. You drop your right hand to your cunt and play with your clit, trying to mimic the movements of his tongue.
You yelp and throw your left hand over your mouth. Embarrassment only lasts a second before pleasure takes you hostage and you mewl behind your palm as your cunt throbs around him.
âThatâs it, play with yourself. Holy fuck, youâre so tight. Mhmhmâ, he encourages you, straightening up to his knees to pull your legs open and pound your pussy stupid.
It adds pressure to the warmth. Like this, you can feel the penetration so clearly, you can feel how he leaves you only to reconnect with you inch by fucking inch, you can even feel how your walls react to him. How they pulsate and burn in pleasure.Â
âPerfect, youâre perfect. Youâre fucking perfectâ, Taehyung chants, heavy balls slapping your ass and fingers bruising your legs. He is licking where his mouth rests, drooling all over your skin because you have him pussy drunk.
You panic because it feels so good, retreating your hand. Taehyung however pulls it back, pressing your fingers to your clit.
âDonât deny yourself. You deserve to feel pleasureâ, he orders, glare dark and conquering.Â
Dazed and dizzy, you begin playing with your clit. The pressure in your cunt, which scared you with its intensity, returns. You feel your eyes roll back and then everything becomes just a little blurry.
You have to scream, fishing for the pillow with your left hand. But Taehyung removed it, he took away your safety measure. And the only thing left to do is scratch his abs and beg.
âStop. Please stop.â
Taehyung stumbles to a stop, grunting out a mewl. He lowers your legs, rubbing them gently with shaky hands. It is obvious that stopping is painful for him, but that he tries to be kind with you.
âToo much? I can slow down, itâs alright for meâ, he offers, clearly lying. He will slow down but it will torture him. He is so fucking respectful.
âI have to have a pillow. You make me scream.â
âMhhm beloved.â His gaze darkens. He shakes his head and bends forward to put his hand over your mouth, âuse me.â
Submission gleams so prettily in your eyes, your mewl tickles his palm.
âMy darling, your face is so cute. I can almost cover it completely.â
You writhe, reminding his cock how much he aches for sex. Taehyung pulls out and it aches for this tiny second he is not inside. He thrusts back in and bolts of pleasure shoot through you in delight and happiness from having him again. It repeats itself over and over again. Emptiness followed by complete bliss.Â
Your eyes roll back and stay half-lidded. Just like this you fall back into the pleasure, dragging him right with you. You play with yourself, moaning behind his hand. Taehyung learns in the most toe-curling way that your body instinctively reacts to clit play by rocking your hips. You are too far gone to follow his rhythm and so he follows yours which makes it so much more intense. You hold your legs open so far, you are so into him. Taehyung can barely keep up, feeling the pleasure all up in his head.
âPlay with yourself, keep playing with yourself. Youâre doing so well. Yes darling, play with yourself.â
He encourages you so sweetly and you feel so safe with his hand on your mouth that you can fully relax into this. Your mind is on nothing else but the sex and how good he feels. It is so freeing to finally not worry constantly. You are so happy and it feels so good.
Oh gods, it feels so good.Â
So fucking good.Â
The pressure is building rapidly, growing and growing every time he is deep inside. Quite frankly, your mind and body entirely focus on this specific sensation. Deep pressure.Â
You tighten up involuntarily. Taehyung moans shakily, dragging his hand from your mouth to search for support. You follow it with your tongue, parting your lips for his fingers when they passes them. His palm rests halfway on your throat, his fingers sit in your mouth as you suck on them. And Taehyung swears that he cries.Â
He thought that he needed to give you at least half a year to act this way. But you are completely unhinged, sucking on his fingers as you play with your clit. He swears that you will make his eyes cross and stay there.
He fucks harder because he is reaching desperate levels of holding back. He cannot blow his load before you had another orgasm, but fuck, you make it hard not to. He has to get you there. Soon. So soon.Â
Taehyung spits on his other hand and places it over yours, joining your fingers on your clit. His hand dominates over you, working with you to get you there. And it is happening fast. His hands really, really, turn you on.Â
âI have to come, I have to come. Taehyung, Iâm comingâ, you mewl around his fingers.
You warned him, but he still wasnât ready. He knows that you are sensitive, but damn you are so goddamn receptive to his touches. All he did was place his hand over yours and you are already climaxing on his cock. He doesnât slow down. He keeps pounding you.
You try to make it easier by taking your own hand away from your throbbing clit, coming to learn that your orgasm sits so much deeper than on your clit. That void, once aching for cock, is going to spill over any second now.Â
And Taehyung makes it grow by using his spit-slickened fingers to play with your clit, rubbing and massaging her with slight pressure. He is quick and precise, knowing exactly where and how to touch.
You pull his fingers out of your mouth so you can hold his hand. Taehyung redirects it by pinning it down into the pillow, muscles bulging in his arm and chest. Your hips twitch uncontrollably, your feet punch up the sheets.
âI have to pee, Tae I have to-â
âItâs not pee, let it happenâ, he growls and fucks his cock against that throbbing spot, pressing his thumb to your clit. You cannot hold it back, convulsing helplessly as he fucks your warm orgasm out of you. You hear it hit the bed, whimpering each time your body tightens and a new wave squirts out of you.
âYes, ___ yes, ah yes, yesyesyesâ, he chants, fucking you through it until it stops. âO-oh. I canât- Oh⌠oh fuck!â    Â
Taehyung falls to his elbows, burying his face in the pillow just to scream over and over again. With his deep voice it sounds so sinful that you feel yourself clench down on his cock, scratching his back until you can hold onto his hips. You are so tight and sensitive that his penetration borders painfully pleasurable. He seems unable to stop. It is as if he has been taken over by some desperate ghost.
He screams louder and higher, so much higher, higher until his guttural voice turns into helpless whimpers, followed by complete silence as his body tenses up. He hugs your head, curling his back and tensing it.
Burning warmth fills you. He is having an orgasm. After all the pushing and pulling you did, all the denying and running away, he is showing you how his body reacts to an orgasm. And it will haunt you until all eternity. You hug him, wrapping his legs around himÂ
âTaehyung.â
âFinally. Ah ___. I canât stop, ah!â
You will never ever push him away again. This is the best thing you have ever experienced.
He drops on top of you afterwards, burying you under his weight. He is heavy, but you like it. In a way, this is bringing you back to reality. His cock is still inside you, throbbing every now and then just as your pussy does. You and he are both sweating, panting in the silence.
Your blood rushes in your head, your fingers tingle.
Fuck, the night is really silent now that you think about it.
âOh heavensâ, you let out, covering your face which results in you hugging his back.
âWhatâs wrong?â he mumbles into the pillow.
âI think everyone heard us.â
âMaybe, but fuck them. Iâm not going to feel ashamed for feeling good.â
âYouâre a danger, you know? How can you care so little about what the court thinks of you?â
âIf they can send me to war without batting an eye, they can take the fact that I love sex with my wife once Iâm back again.â
âWell, if you put it like thatâŚâ
He chuckles and wrestles himself to his elbows. He looks properly fucked up, eyelids heavy and lips curled into a droopy smile. His cheeks are rosy. His lips are too.
âI really loved itâ, he says, voice heavy in adoration.
âMe too. It was, like, amazing.â
His smile grows, hand cradling your cheek and lips stealing a kiss.
âYouâre perfectâ, he whispers, properly flustering you. He kisses you once more, then drops his nose against your cheek. âFuck, Iâm fucked. You ruined me.â
âSame. Taehyung, what was that liquid? Did I pee myself?â
âYou squirted. Itâs when a woman has a really intense orgasm. You can think of it as female ejaculation.â
âOh this makes so much sense. I read about squirting in one of my journals before. Ah, I should have made the connection. How interesting, now I know how this feels. Itâs a shame that the mattress is wet though and-â, you ramble, but a cough cuts you short.
âAre you alright?â Taehyung asks, voice soaked in fondness and gaze warm.
âI breathed through my mouth so much that my throat is dry.â
âWait, allow me.âÂ
He slips out of you and rolls out of bed, hurrying to the water jug. You miss him the second he is gone, sitting up to follow him with your eyes. Your heart palpitates, you feel so light.
His naked body is terribly exciting to look at. Especially after experiencing him so intimately.Â
âYour legs are really long.â
âWhat?âÂ
You gesture at him.
âYour legs are really long and your proportions are really balanced.â
âOh? Thank youâ, he flusters, fumbling with his hands, âIâve never heard that before.â
âSorry, was that weird? I just really like your height.â
He laughs, âmy height?â
âSorry, was that weird too?â
âNo, it was nice. Thank you. I like your height too.â
You giggle, but cough again, âoh, dry mouth.â
âThis should helpâ, he returns with water.
âThank you.â
You and he sit next to each other as you both hydrate. He finishes first, watching you fondly.
âWhere do I put this?â
âGive it to me.â
He discards the glasses by the bed on the floor, watching you comb your fingers through your hair as best as possible. The butterflies in his tummy are at an all-time-high. He feels so giddy.
âI finally get why you did the thing with our hair when we lied to the guardsâ, you say, having to hide your cheeks behind your hands afterwards.Â
Your sweet, insanely cute, giggle draws him closer. He kisses your exposed shoulder, caressing your hip and waist. His left hand rests behind your bottom.
âAre you happy?â he whispers.
âI am. Are you happy?â
âI have never been happier.â He kisses your arm, your shoulder and jawline. âYou make me so happyâ, he whispers.
âYou make me happy too. Can I hug you?âÂ
âYes.â
You move only to tense up and gasp.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â
âSomething is wrong.â
âSomethingâŚcame out. Of me.â
âAh yes that might be me. Sorry, I couldnât pull out in time.â
âOh? Oh! Oh, I understand.â Your face heats up and you look at him giddily. âIt feels funny.â
âIâm sorry, let me help you.â
Taehyung gets out of bed a second time and hurries to his wash basin. You have a perfect view of his butt. It is so round and shapely. Very muscular yet still soft enough to have a slight bounce to it.
âYour butt is nice.â
âExcuse me?â he looks over his shoulder, eyes widened.
âYou have a nice ass.â
Taehyung fights for words, looking entirely taken aback by your bold, and very dirty, words.Â
âThank youâ, he settles on a simple show of gratitude, hiding away how insanely flustered you leave him. With burning cheeks, he returns to bed.Â
âAm I not allowed to say that?â you ask, shy.
âItâs not that. You just surprised me. Iâve never been so analysed before.â
âSorry, itâs part of my job. And youâre my husband, I want to know everything about you.â
His blush grows, reaching his ears. He chuckles to cover up his giggle.
âJust wash up and stop making my heart race.â
He soaked two cloths in the water and so you clean yourselves next to each other. It is so deeply intimate; being naked and cleaning your private parts; it floods your bodies with oxytocin and connects you deeply. Quite frankly, it is the most intimate thing you have done all evening.Â
âIs this better?â He asks, placing the bowl aside after you both got clean.
âYes. Now I can do this.â
You fall around his neck, burying your hand in his hair. Taehyung melts with you, eyes closed and nose properly nuzzled into your neck. You smell like yourself and good sex.
âIâm so happy.â
âIâm happy too.â
âI cannot believe that I did all that. It feels like I can touch the moon. It was so niceâ, you gush, sending his heart into overdrive.
He holds you closer because this is all he can do. Your naked skin against hisâ is so comforting. You are so warm and so soft.Â
He could do this for hours, days even, but you break it. You scoot back and stare at him so intensely that he feels shy.
âWhat?â he asks.Â
You grab him, squeezing his arms, then his chest and lastly his face. He giggles, fleeing you with his shoulders lifted to his ears. He has never been so pampered before. It raises his pulse.
âAre you real?â you ask.
âI am.â
You rub his neck, eyes racing over his face.
âI donât want to look away. Iâm scared that if I did, I would miss something.â
Taehyung giggles and drops into the sheets, hiding his face halfway in the pillow.
âI really like your smile.âÂ
âStopâ, he flusters, hiding completely.Â
âDo I fluster you?â
He nods his head.
âNow you know how I always feel.â
He snickers and pulls you down to steal a kiss. You grant him his wish, pulling the blanket over your bodies and settling into the pillow afterwards. You and he both rest on your stomachs this way, facing each other on the same pillow.
You are on the right side of the bed, away from the wet stains your passionate moment left. It is so cozy under the blanket.
He dances his fingertip over your features, painting a deep sense of tranquillity on them. You have never looked at him like this. His entire body feels weightless because of it.
You shimmy closer, caressing his back. You even go as low as his tailbone, fingertips ghosting over his upper buttocks every now and then.
Taehyung holds his breath, heart beating quickly. Your hands took the same paths exactly dozen times before when you massaged him, but it never felt like this before. This is making him shiver.
You dance your fingertips up his spine and down again.
âI feel like I can touch the skyâ, you whisper.
âI feel the sameâ, he whispers back.
âWhen you got loud and then tensed up, did you have a pinnacle?â
âI did. I held out longer than I thought. You should praise me for it.â
âYes? Would that delight you?â
âMhm-hm.â
âGood job for holding out.â
âAh, that feels good. More praises pleaseâ, he is acting cute.Â
âYour face is really symmetrical. I want to stare at it long enough that I can paint it blindfolded.â
âMore, I like this so much.â
âThe, uhm, tongue stuff you did made me so hot. Did you invent it?â
âI invented my movements, but no I didnât invent the whole thing. Oral sex is pretty popular.â
âOral sex. Wow. And people have that?âÂ
âYeah.â
âI learned so much tonight. Wow. So I could do it back to you?âÂ
He nods his head. Your eyes flit to his lips.
âWow.â
Taehyung steals a kiss, âand yes, before you ask, Iâd like it if you did it back.â
âI see. This is exciting. Iâm only ten percent embarrassed about it, which means a lot.â
He laughs, âmhm, ten percent. I see that I still have to work my tongue a little more.â
âOh? Tae, gods.âÂ
He snickers and pecks your lips. Afterwards he settles back in the pillow, gazing at you.
âPraise me more.â
âThis is fun, I like praising you. When you were inside me, I felt even hotter. I was burning. Yes, it was so, so fiery.â
âWhat else?â he is practically gleaming because of your words.Â
âYou can move really well and I like your voice. And your touch and your scent. I just really like you.â Your eyes light up. âOh! Oh! Wait! I have a story for you!â
âTell me.â
âTwas a healer and she was married to a general. He was the kindest and most beautiful man. She feels lucky to be his wife.â
âHoly fuck, I canât do thisâ, he hides, giggling. âWhere did my shy ___ go? Why are you talking this way?â
âShe left when you officially made me your wife. Expect more of these things when the court isnât listening. Maybe even in my office.â
He peeks at you, cheeks puffing out from smiling so much.
âYou say the sweetest thingsâ, he says, eyes glowing from love.
âI really like being married to you, Taeâ, you whisper, rubbing his neck and playing with his hair.Â
âMe tooâ, he breathes.Â
You stub his nose with your own and kiss his lips. He swears that for a short moment, the very stars were in his reach. This side of you is new and it feels so good to experience. Taehyung loves being adored.
âGosh, look at me. I spent one night with you and I cannot get enough of you.â
âYou wonât push me away again, will you?â
âNo. No, I donât want to. I just want to be with you. If that is alright.â
âIt is more than alright.â
âGoodâ, you say and fall onto your back, stretching your limps which results in you burying him under them halfway. âI feel alive. I had all of these, these feelings and desires inside me and I swear I wanted to burst.â
You giggle and kick the air.Â
âIâm on top of the world right now. It feels so good to do something for myself for once.â
âHoly fuck, ___.â Taehyung rolls on top of you, cradling your face. âHoly fuck, let me be with you again. Iâll slip it in gently. Holy fuck, Iâm obsessed with you.â Taehyung kisses you, but you break it just to giggle.
You rub his cheeks softly, eyes filled with love.
âAs much as I want to, I cannot go again. I am so tired. But in a good way.â
âI see.â He drops his head and rolls off you. âMy hunger has to torture me, so I see. I am suffering.â
You snicker, stubbing his nose. Taehyung grins at you. He likes that you liked his joke. Truly, before he met you he was not a man of jokes. He saw no purpose in them, but with you, he wants to be goofy.Â
âTomorrow morning you can have me, yes?â You place your hand on his butt. âI will have you all the way too.â
âAre you serious? You would dare to do it in the morning?âÂ
âMh-hm. I am a changed woman. Fuck the court. I shall have you in the morning for breakfast, then I shall kiss you for lunch and I shall have you again for dinner, and nobody can stop me. If they can send you away from me, they can take that we like sex with each other.âÂ
âOh, wowâ, he laughs breathily, âyou are indeed a changed woman.â
âI am and I feel invincible. Itâs your fault.â
âMine?â
âYes. You tempted me.â
âI wonât apologise.â
You and he snicker, stubbing noses. This is so incredibly comforting and nice. You hold hands, eyes getting lost in each other.
âIâm so happyâ, he whispers.
âIâm happy too.â
âAre you hungry? I could sneak to the kitchen and get us something.â
âNo, I think Iâd rather just look at you until I fall asleep.â You tug a strand of his hair behind his ear. âUnless you are hungry.â
âNo, I want to do the same.âÂ
âThen itâs settled.â You yawn. âOh the day is catching up with me. I am spent.â
âDid you take breaks?â
âOf course I didnât.â
â___.â
âI know, Iâm sorry. But good thing is that I will take a lazy morning tomorrow.â
âNot entirely lazy. I will have you arch your back.â
âThis just made my tummy hot. Donât ever say this to me in public.â
âOr what?â
âI will soak down my legs.â
âOh wow. You are really honest.â
âMh-hm I am. Do you want to know something?â
âAnything.â
âWhenever you talked about your hands or you moved them, I became very wet.â
Taehyung widens his eyes, âwho are you?â
You pull your hands back, eyes clouding over fearfully.
âDo you not like me now?â
âWhat? No! I love you.â He kisses your forehead and cheek. âIâm just not used to you being so honest. Donât stop, however you must expect more kisses because of it.â
âYes, alright. I can accept that.âÂ
He grumbles happily, changing positions so he can snuggle into you. You allow him, feeling fireworks of happiness explode in your chest when Taehyung nuzzles into your chest and his arms close around you. He kisses your chest then looks up at you with big puppy eyes.
âYou promise that you wonât push me away again?â he whispers.
âI promise. You wonât get rid of me.â
âThen kiss me and seal it.â
You kiss him as best as the compromised position allows you to. Taehyung purrs, keeping his eyes closed afterwards as he settles back against your chest.
âIâm really happy.â
âIâm happy too, Tae.â
You keep rubbing and scratching his back. Taehyung swears that he will fall asleep any second now. He forces his eyes to stay open so he wouldnât miss a single thing. You sigh sleepily, fingers slowing down more and more.
âWhat if we didnât have to care about the court?â he asks.
âWhat do you mean?â
âAfter my parents married, they moved into the royal family hanok. The walk to the hospital would be a little longer, but we would have our own house, separated from the court and their prying ears.â
âAre you asking me to move?â
âNot far. It would still be within the palace walls. Just further north, with its own garden and walls and everything. Have you ever been?â
âNot inside, but I know where your familyâs hanok is.â
âIt is beautiful inside. We would have our own living room and a separate house for the servants. You could fill the library with your medical journals and we would even have our own bathing chamber.â
You smile softly, playing with his hair. You love to pamper him.
âIt sounds nice, but what about your mother?â
âShe is in the countryside palace with my aunt and definitely does not plan on returning.â
âWhat if the king disagrees?â
âHe did at first, until I explained to him that I can make death look like an accident very easily.â
âYou threatened him??â
âAt first I wanted to kill him, but then I remembered that this would throw our country into disarray. I cannot claim the throne through murder, at least not without thought behind it. It wouldnât be the correct way. So I held back and threatened him.â
âHow did he take it?â
âBadly at first, until I told him that I will never bring up his attempted blackmail again if he lets us live in peace.â
âAnd you think that this is enough?âÂ
âFor now it is. Until I come up with a plan on what to do for our country. It cannot stay this way, but I need to be thoughtful with the execution.â
âI agree. I will be with you every step of the way, just please donât get hurt.â
âI wonât. I have you by my sideâ, he says and smiles.
You retort it, kissing his nose.Â
âCan we really move in together?â
âYeah. He cannot deny royal blood to move to the royal hanok. I am still his sisterâs son and the only male in the bloodline.â
âSometimes I forget that I am married to the prince until you remind me.â
He looks up at you, eyes glistening in devotion.
âI will use this privilege to provide for you. I want to give you a comfortable life, my beloved.â
âOh Taehyung.â
âAnd perhaps we can find space for your brother. You know how big my familyâs home is, he can have one of the smaller houses.â
âYou would do that for him?â
âI would.â
âOh, Taehyungâ, you get out and pull him against your chest, âI am falling in love with you more and more.â
âGood, because I love you so much that you have become part of my heart.â
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㤠â being a soon-to-be-father trying to protect his loved ones from a zombie apocalypse wasnât easy. but taehyung was strong and smart. he wanted his family alive no matter the circumstances. they all collaborate to keep each other safe.
âWEATHER CONDITIONSâ - the news warned everyone of severe weather conditions. the advisory of unstopping snow for several days caused everyone to sweep up the grocery stores. turns out, precipitation wouldnât be the only danger out there.
EPISODE 2
âINVASIONâ - it was time to run. you all couldnât stay in your apartment. the unidentified monsters were slowly invading buildings. it was time to run. you had to find healthy civilization, even if it meant risking your lives. but you knew taehyung and the rest would protect each other till the very end, including you.
having daily indirect smoking dates with your neighbor turned into a habit as the both of you sat at each otherâs balconies.
âś smoker!taehyung x smoker!reader.
âś raw, unprotected, sex. fluff, smut. taehyung is down â§â¨Ż BAD. strangers (neighbors?) to lovers, sweetheart ⧠taehyung, love.
you moved into your apartment expecting calm mornings with equally calm nights. and that was what you got. the sun didnât blare and break into your room through your windows every sunrise, abruptly waking you up. the view of the night sky littered with starts gave your mind a therapy session as you felt your mind going high into the clouds.
the buildings in front of you have a mix of lit rooms and dark ones. some people were awake, some werenât. the intimacy of the night as you stood alone on your decent balcony and stared at your surroundings gave you a comfort you couldnât explain. the blunt in between your fingers, tempting as you stared at it and inhaled the smoke once again.
you were too high to hear it, the doors of the balcony next door opening and closing. the apartment balconies were pretty close, a foot away from each other max.
you had noticed boxes in front of the door next to yours as you walked out into the hallway, locking your door as you headed off to work. that door had been empty for a while now, the previous residents had still been holding onto it even after moving out.
the man leaning on the railings of his balcony beside you, his hair all over the place as he stood half naked, his chest bare.
the gentle wind played with the strands of hair that previously rested on his forehead, exposing it slightly. his baggy pajama pants rustling, giving the outline of his legs before falling back into place.
maybe your addicted ass noticed him when he started to flick the lighter, or his presence was strong enough to catch the corner of your eyes as you turned your head in his direction.
once the cigarette caught fire, his took it between his long, attractive fingers. the way he took it in his mouth gave you chills, his eyes drowsy, his adamâs apple moving up and down as he swallowed after exhaling. shit, maybe youâre too high for this right now.
he was watching the lonely streets, his mind elsewhere. you were so immersed in him, not noticing that you were slightly tilting, almost falling as you realized your body wasnât holding you up right anymore. âfuck.â you mumbled, coming back to reality as your held tightly into the railings, refusing to let go and embarrass yourself once again.
you didnât dare look his way, turning to face the opposite side, inhaling more smoke with your trembling hands. you would stay here all night if it meant you could avoid facing him.
he didnât know how he didnât realize he wasnât alone, getting startled from the curse a mild distance away from him. he looked at your form, almost letting out a chuckle as he took in your unstable state. you werenât facing him, your face unidentifiable. he had just moved in, but he already liked his choice.
he wasnât no pervert, he found it humorous actually. he noticed how you slightly trembled, smoke appearing in front of you. hm, well thatâs one thing in common.
you werenât wearing any shirt, just like him. your black sports bra being the only companion you had. but you were wearing pants, black sweatpants that sat low on your waist. you were fine.
you wanted to go back in, scared shitless. what if he heard you and already hated you? little did you know he thought you were cute. you heard the slide doors from his side open and close. were you a little disappointed? yes. but you were also relieved you could move and breath normally now. you quickly went back in as swiftly as possible.
taehyung had taken one cigarette with him, going back inside for another. he expected to see you in a different position when he went back outside, finding the complete opposite. you were gone. you had closed your blinds, a soft light still escaping from them.
he felt lonely now, but, he hoped to see you again.
he did. the next time he saw you, you both were once again smoking at your balconies late at night. you wore a strapless shirt this time, tightly fitting your body. your baggy pajama pants taking light hits from the wind.
he wore a shirt this time, the nightâs breeze too chilly.
you were brave, looking in his direction this time. he got brave, looking in your direction this time. the both of you met gazes, holding it for a few seconds before finding it too awkward and nodding his way. he nodded back, greeting you silently. in your mind, you were internally dying. he got the urge to grin, facing the other way as a gentle smile took over his face.
you ended up laughing, turning your face away from him, too embarrassed. why were you always embarrassing yourself infront of him. but you heard him lightly laugh on the other side. you ignored what had just happened, facing forward to admire the view in front of you, when really, you were thinking of how damn good he looked.
nights went by, the interaction minimal. the two of you smoked next to each other, yet far away. he did ask for your lighter once, claiming he couldnât find his. to you, he was being genuine. he just wanted to interact with you though.
there were days where one of you wouldnât show up, and there were no hard feelings. except, the both of you felt lonely and slightly disappointed.
taehyung looked over at your balcony, empty. your lights werenât on from inside either. this was an apartment, not a hotel. youâd be back, you hadnât just stayed the night. but he doesnât know why his heart feels light itâs fallen in his ribcage. heâs grown too attached and he knows it.
he sighs, the motivation to bring the blunt to his lips nonexistent. he didnât know how you really sounded like, so when you walked towards the apartment with your ex he couldnât tell it was you.
you hated your ex, it wasnât a âIâll give you a second chanceâ situation. your drunk ass let him walk you home, very dangerous for the kind of man he was. you tried to lower your responses, answering in short words or phrases.
âis this your apartment?â
âyes.â your voice loud enough.
taehyung didnât usually look down to see people, but he did anyway. oh look, a cute couple.
but his heart dropped. there you were, standing in front of a man he didnât know about. I mean hell, he didnât even know your name.
you were wearing a mid thigh length dress with no straps, your black heels glittering with its small diamonds. you probably came back from the club, or a party. the man leaned in to kiss you, you backed away. but taehyung didnât see that.
who was he kidding? thinking a neighbor that has barely interacted with him mightâve been the chance to love. he wasnât even sure what he was feeling right now. he dropped his cigarette from the balcony, it landing a foot away from you.
he walked back inside, closing his doors shut, making his way to his bed. fuck, what was wrong with him?
you looked at the small thing that fell from above, the stupid man still in front of you. you recognized that brand, the same one he uses. many people did too, but the only ones out smoking this late would be you and him.
you werenât sure if he saw, or if he was just done smoking for the night. but he never throws his cigars.
you look above you, his balcony coming to view. he wasnât there, but the again you canât see much from below.
âI should go, and you, shouldnât come looking for me.â you faced the man, not letting him finish his stupid sentence that praised himself.
the doors to your balcony opened as you slid out. he wasnât there. but you wanted to take a few puffs anyway.
the next night, he didnât come out either. maybe he was sick, or maybe he was out. you tried not to, but thinking of him not wanting to come out anymore stabbed you in a way you hadnât felt in long. he could be out there, taking a blunt with other girls and youâre over here waiting for him like an idiot.
he didnât come out for a week, and it came to the point where you would only peek outside, your box of cigarettes and your lighter in your hand just in case he was there. if he wasnât, you went back in.
except one night, you were hit with a wave of regret and loneliness. you needed to smoke, regardless if he was there that night.
you laid on your balcony floor, staring up into the sky as you drowned yourself in the thoughts you didnât want to get close to. funny enough, taehyung was tired of being mad and thinking he shouldâve let this affect him. so he went out, not expecting you to be there. but you were.
he looked at your worn out body laid on the cold ground. he heard your quiet sniffles, the way your hand trembled as it carried the blunt to your lips.
maybe he was being dramatic, but he felt terrible seeing you in this state.
he cleared his throat, not trying to mark his presence intentionally but couldnât help it anyway.
you heard him, but tried your best not to acknowledge him. maybe it was your ego, maybe you were upset with him. he left you alone for days, and now he wants to be here in your worst state.
âdoes smoking calm you down?â he asked, not expecting an answer, but you looked his way. your blurry face focusing on his frame.
âyes.â your hoarse voice answered, mentally slapping yourself for another embarrassing moment.
âthatâs unhealthy, yâknow?â
âthen why do you smoke?â
you caught him there.
âI donât know.â
the silence overshadowed. you looked away from him, staring at the sky once again.
âItâs just a small habit. but, Iâve been looking forward to it more than usual.â he admitted.
âwhy?â oh, you were so naive.
âbecause I donât smoke alone.â he chuckled, meeting your eyes as he looked your way. oh.
you smiled, uncontrollably so. âsame.â
âwould your boyfriend mind if i came over?â
you looked at him, confused. âboyfriend?â
âI mean yeah, I figured who wouldnât want to be with a beauty like you?â god.
you werenât one for compliments, not knowing how to take them in as much as you appreciated them.
you awkwardly laughed, âI donât have a boyfriend.â
âthen who..â
âwere you stalking me?â you cut him off, playfully.
âwhat!? no!â he was quick to defend himself.
he pulled his chair towards the railings, preparing to climb on it to jump across. âwhat the fuck are you doing?â you asked, shocked that heâd even attempt it.
âgoing over?â his sly smile on display.
âIâd rather have you go knock on my door than possibly kill yourself if you fall.â you motioned for him to go back inside.
âalright.â he slightly pouted, heading towards his door.
you were already waiting with your door open, his door unlocking as he stepped out.
you welcomed him in, leading him towards your balcony.
âsee? easy and safe.â
âyour home is nice.â he admired the decoration of the balcony, wondering how heâs never noticed it before.
âthank you.â
âyou know, itâs so weird how I barely just moved in and now Iâm here. with you.â he looked lost in his thoughts.
âwhy? am i weird?â
âno- stop twisting my words.â he laughed, waving his hands around.
âwhat i mean is, our chemistry is going places.â
you hummed, agreeing. âeven if this is our first time talking, I mean I hadnât ever really heard your voice until now.â
you talked about many things. now, he probably even knew when your next period starts. when and why you moved out. your family, your past pets, even your morning routine. you now knew his everything as well. except one thing.
âso, why do you really smoke?â
you asked him, expecting him not to know again because âI donât knowâ is an answer.
âmaybe because, it helps me lose myself.â
you nodded, listening to his every word as if you were taking notes in history class.
âbut, I started to look forward to it more when you were out here.â
âwhat do you mean by that?â
âI mean, I wanted to come out here for a blunt just because I knew youâd be here. and maybe, since we shared something in common, you would be attracted to me.â
you nearly teared up, his answer too sweet.
âmaybe, that was the case for me too. last week, I didnât come out simply because you werenât here.â
he looked over at you, almost stunned. he smiled, shy as he turned his attention back to the uninteresting buildings in front on you.
It took many more days for you both to build a proper connection, even if there was already that spark within you since the very beginning.
he sat on your bed, unbuttoning his shirt. you had gone to a nice restaurant downtown as a date. taking your aching heels off, you put socks on, feeling the discomfort already setting in. your heels were now placed next to his shoes, looking like those cliche pinterest couple pictures.
he looked towards you, admiring the way you slowly walked to him. heâd never experienced such feelings within his heart, maybe he has, but youâre too special for him. those past feelings, theyâre bullshit now.
his eyes looked up at you, the stars you always saw in them gone. you decided to tease him, pulling your hair up in a bun, your fingers slowly traveling down to your thighs to lift your dress by the hem.
he followed your hand, eyeing you as he tilts his head. fuck.
the bulge at his crotch rising as the seconds go by.
you grew needy, sitting on his lap, your legs on each side of his hips. he doesnât touch you, but he seduces you with his eyes, licking his lips.
placing your core to his erection, grinding slowly, your hands resting on his knees behind you. he threw his head back, his eyebrows furrowed. his low moans sending goosebumps all over.
he sat up, placing his hands on your waist, guiding your movements. you sat up, pulling your dress over yourself, his hands gripping the waistband of your panties, pulling you towards him to fall on the bed after throwing your dress to the floor.
he hovered over you, his lips on yours, smearing your lipgloss. your tongues meet, hungrily devouring your lips.
his shirt was by now on the ground, your hands exploring the familiar planes of his chest, ending up around his neck. you wrapped your legs around him, causing him to grind against you. the bed was creaking, foreshadowing the complaints your neighbors would send you.
you giggled against his lips, holding him closer to yourself. taehyung took his hands to cup your ass, the friction between you two rougher.
you reached down to unbutton his slacks, his hand reaching down to help you. you flipped him over, your hands flat on his chest.
leaning down to kiss him, you pulled his cock out of his boxers. you knew he was huge from the start, the breeze in the night helping outline his bulge whenever you peeked. youâre no pervert, you were just curious.
he groaned, your hands soft against his warm, hard length. taehyung pulled your panties to the side, his fingers now soaked with your arousal. you moaned against his lips, your tongues swirling.
the heat between your crotches nearly unbearable. you sat up, his cock flat against his stomach as you spread your folds to rub yourself on his hard girth.
âfuck.â he exhaled, his mouth slightly open. your wet arousal coating him, slick sounds echoing in the room as you increased your pace.
taehyung flipped you over, raising your legs to place them on top of his shoulders. he leaned in, almost pressing your thighs to your chest. âI love you so fucking much,â pressing a wet smooch to your lips.
âI love your more.â you whispered, feeling his tip pressing against your entrance. he slowly pushed himself in, your walls immediately clenching around him.
he felt ecstatic, your gummy walls taking him in tightly. he cursed, gripping your thighs. you whimper, feeling him move inside you. it wasnât no unfamiliar feeling, heâd fucked you many times now.
he increased the pace, thrusting, taking his time but also desperate to get you cumming on his cock. he lowered your legs, leaning against you, your chests touching. his hands intertwined with yours, his wet lips softly landing on yours.
you moved your hips against his, meeting his thrusts. your orgasm broke, moaning against him as a ring of cum coated his cock, dripping onto the bedsheets.
âcome baby.â you kissed his cheek, tangling your hand in his locks, pulling them slightly.
his thrusts grew rapid, the bed creaking, headboard hitting the wall.
pulling out, he jerked off, the wet sounds of your cum on his cock. his mouth hung open as he came on your stomach. his hand slowed down, eyes shut. you placed your hand on his neck pulling him to let him lean on your shoulder.
his abdomen stuck to your, smearing your cum on both of your bellies.
âwhy do you smoke?â
âbecause I love you.â
authors note: I had a LOT of debate w this one </3 ITS HERE NOW THO <3
