#[he's just like 'don't fucking set my bar on fire; there's literally alcohol here']

[helldustedstories]

"Great. As if one fuckin' Angel wasn't enough around here."

[shortpplfedup]

Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 6

Another outstanding episode as chickens start coming home to roost and Sand sets a ball a-rollin' that is gonna roll right over him in the end. In a surprise upset, Sand's mom won the audience vote last week, with Top and Boston tied for second place. You really never know who the Tumblrinas are going to favour from week to week, keeps us all on our toes! Here are this week's highly scientific rankings.

🔺1. Ray (4)

Let me talk to my friends. It’s his birthday. I’d like to say something.

Ray said NO SURVIVORS and sprayed the entire room at Mew's birthday party, and honestly? Kinda deserved. From calling Sand a whore (OUCH) to reading Cheum for filth for her shitty little backhanded comments, to almost letting the cat out of the Top/Boston bag in front of everybody, our resident mess came for every neck in the building. Boston primed him, Sand aimed him and Cheum lit the match, and it's no coincidence those three got hit with the blowback of his explosion at Top. A seething ball of pain and resentment fueled by alcohol and god-knows-what-else was never gonna fire a clean shot.

🔺2. Sand (5)

Stop thinking about Mew and focus on me for once. Can’t you really see that I care about you?

Well now we know why Sand didn't blink an eye at Nick bugging Boston's car; he's just as fucking unhinged. Sand, a poor, breaking his own phone just to get his hands on Nick's and that recording (which, by the way, calling the file 'That Car' is really too much Nicholas PLEASE 🤣)...WILD. We've all had Nick pegged as the bunny boiler but Sand might be worse and I can't WAIT because I still believe in that baseball bat. But him begging Ray to give a single solitary shit about him even AFTER Ray calls him a whore in front of a bar full of people...I remain embarrassed on his behalf.

🔺3. Mew (6)

Cocky much? I don’t even know if we’re gonna last that long.

Ok, when Mew said 'I love the sound you make when having sex' I literally screamed out OH FUCK HE KNOWS and listen, I have been WAITING for this moment. That was a baller fucking moment. You just KNOW Top's blood ran cold. Of course these two aren't breaking up, because couples like this NEVER break up. Game always recognises game. This is gonna be the first confrontation of many. But I'm pretty sure this is the last time Mew is gonna cry about it. Top might have just picked the wrong one. Mew has two moms, pretty sure he knows how to destroy a man.

🔻4. Nick (2)

I don’t give a shit about what number I am. Screw it. I’m not that into you.

At some point Nick is gonna have to stop threatening to walk and actually fucking walk, but it's clearly continuing to work for him as he and Boston are clearly the boyfriends Boston insists they're not. Dates, couple photos, meeting the dad, tender lovemaking, Boston's deep, dark secrets: Nick's getting it all...except the label he wants so very badly. And now he's shook because he knows Sand stole that recording, and he knows if Boston finds out about it it's all coming crashing down.

🔺5. Cheum (8)

I’m so happy everyone has a lover. Even a heartless slut like Boston has one.

Girl, you absolutely earned that smoke Ray blew at you. Sly Comment Susie got a minor taste of her own medicine and didn't like that shit one bit. It's all fun and games until it's your dirt under the microscope. Maybe Cheum just learned a lesson about minding her own business a little more, or at the very least keeping some of her thoughts to herself.

🔻6. Boston (3)

If I was a nice guy, you wouldn’t like me.

A surprisingly quiet week for Ton as everybody else gets so messy he looks relatively drama-free. But under the surface he's still paddling like mad: screwing Nick like a lover rather than just a fuckbuddy to keep him from leaving, clearly not out to his dad but bringing Nick round to meet him (once again using him for free work), pinning Ray so decisively that he causes a full-on meltdown. Though, 'I don't hate Mew'...well that might actually be true, because he's giving more fear than hatred.

🔻7. Top (1)

I get anyone I want. What about you? Who do you get?

Oh how the mighty have fallen. Top spent the episode feeling totally smug as he finally won the game and is basking in his spoils, swinging his dick around, feeling like King Shit. And then Mew played that recording and LOSER TIME. I have the distinct impression that Top hates to lose...

[noturlondonboy]

No More Excuses//Katelena

Chapter 10: Knock-Knock, Boo! It’s Your Trauma.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Chapter Summary: Yelena and Kate put Connor in his place, determined to enjoy the rest of the night out together.

A/N:

Chapter Warnings: harassment, alcohol, abusive ex, men being awful, panic/anxiety attack

Yelena sauntered her way to the bar and sweet talked the girl behind the counter into giving her two shots of the strongest stuff they had (which is usually reserved for private parties) and made small talk with her while she prepped the drinks. The blonde stole a glance over her shoulder towards Kate, expecting the archer to be looking around the bar some more, but instead, what she saw left her blood running cold.

A man who couldn't have been less than 6 feet tall was standing in front of the booth that Kate sat at, his stance friendly but the tautness of his shoulders threatening. Yelena froze when she spotted him, and an angry heat began to build at the base of her spine when the man sat opposite the archer and she got a look at Kate's face.

She looked angry- scared, even, and that set Yelena off.

She accepted the drinks with a stiff nod and strode purposefully towards the booth, gaze laser focused onto the guy. She narrowed her eyes at him, scanning him over for weapons and weaknesses and scrutinizing his lean frame.

She was just a few feet away when she heard Kate order him to leave, and when the man said no, when he dared to smile at Kate like he was having fun, Yelena saw red.

"Who the fuck are you?" she demanded, her grip on the shot glasses nearly cracking the glass as she stared the man down. He turned to look at her, his smile lazy and eyes scanning her up and down.

"Hello, beautiful. There's room for one more, don't worry," he crooned, his voice dripping with ill intent.

Kate was stock still, her eyes wide as she looked to Yelena with panic written across her face. Get him away from me, she seemed to say. Get him far away.

Yelena growled and set the drinks down in front of Kate before folding her arms across her chest. "I asked you a question, you stupid pig. Who. The fuck. Are you."

His face drops immediately, and Yelena supposes the scowl he gives her is supposed to be intimidating as he stands to tower over her, but all she sees is a stuck-up little boy.

"You're too pretty to be a bitch. Watch your tone."

She grins at him innocently, but Yelena knows he sees the violence in her eyes. Her accent is thick with anger, and she knows from experience that it heightens her own intimidation factor. "We're not interested, dipshit. Get the fuck out of here before I rip the organs from your body and stake you to the ceiling."

Because she could. She could kill him with three moves and gut him in even less time, and all she would need to stick him to the ceiling would be a particularly sharp leg from a chair.

Perhaps traumatizing the patrons of this bar would be less than ideal, however.

The man glares down at her, his teeth almost bared. "Are you fucking threatening me right now?" he snaps, daring to take a step towards her. Yelena doesn't budge, and Kate intervenes before anything can happen.

"I have an ongoing restraining order against you, Connor." She's suddenly up on her feet and in his face, expression dark and voice sharp. "You actively broke the law by even talking to me, and all you did was dig yourself into a deeper and deeper hole when both of us told you to go away and you literally said no." She bares her teeth right back at him, and her eyes are ablaze with blue fire. Yelena watches, absolutely fascinated.

"Get the fuck out of my sight before I call the cops. We both know they'll take my word over yours."

The man - Connor - is seething, the muscles in his neck quivering with anger. He stares Kate down, or tries to at least, before walking away stiffly and shoulder-checking Yelena on his way out.

Or he tries to, anyway. Yelena moves deftly aside and sticks her foot out, actively tripping him. He slams into the floor and lets out a keening wail, curling in on himself and cradling his face.

The entire bar has gone silent, and Yelena realizes with some satisfaction that they all saw this douchebag pull some shit. The bouncer from earlier hurries up to them and apologizes for not arriving sooner, then quite literally drags Connor out of the bar and shoves him through the door with a barked warning.

Every single woman in the bar cheers, the men quickly following if they know what's good for them. Yelena pays them no mind.

"Kate, are you hurt?" She whips around to face the archer, hands coming up to cradle the woman's face and trace gentle lines into her cheeks. "Did he touch you? What did that придурок say to you?"

Kate is slow to respond, her eyes still stuck on the doors where Connor disappeared. She slowly looks down towards Yelena, and after a moment, she rests her hands on Yelena's own, still cupping her cheeks. "I'm not hurt, Yelena. I'm okay," she whispers, her bottom lip starting to tremble as she seems to come back down to Earth. "He didn't touch me."

Not this time, anyway.

Yelena makes quiet, soothing noises, gently pulling Kate back into the booth where she can sit. "Breathe, милая. You are safe. He's gone. Breathe, Kate. In for four through your nose, hold for four, out for eight through your mouth." She takes one of Kate's hands and holds it against her chest, breathing deeply to show her. "There you go. Match me, Kate. With me."

Kate follows Yelena's lead, slumping into her friend after a few minutes once she doesn't feel like she's about to spiral into a panic attack. Yelena wraps her arms around her tightly, not hesitating for even a second before she's running her fingers through Kate's hair and scratching at her scalp with her short nails.

Not even five hours ago, Yelena recalls that she had been mentally panicking about her inability to comfort, but she marvels at how Kate's weight sinks into her, the woman breathing deeply as if she was trying to inhale her.

"It's okay. You're okay."

Kate nods into her shoulder, her nose pressed into the blonde's neck underneath the collar of her dress.

Yelena waits a moment before begrudgingly shifting away in order to see Kate's face, a tiny note of pride glowing in her chest when she sees that the makeup she painstakingly applied to her skin is still perfectly intact. Even still, her blue eyes are downcast, and a dent has settled between her furrowed eyebrows.

"Kate Bishop." Yelena is silent until their gazes meet. "Do you want to go back to your apartment?" she asks gently, ducking her head close.

Kate stares at her, and her expression falls into a confused frown. "I owe you a drink."

"We can always come back another time. And besides, it's on me, remember?" Yelena picks up the still-full shot glasses and offers one, holding up her own. "Cheers, and then let's be on our way?"

Kate knows Yelena is trying to figure out if she's alright to stay out after that rather unpleasant debacle, but she was also determined not to let some stupid creep she had dated years ago for barely five months ruin her night out with her friend. She needed this. They both did.

She accepted the shot from Yelena and clinked glasses with her, heart warming at the smile mirrored at her, and quickly downed the strong drink before she could let herself think about it.

"Wooh!" Kate gasped, thunking the glass down on the table and full body flinching as the alcohol burned furiously down her throat, tears springing to her eyes. Yelena gulped hers down without a hitch and cackled as the archer pushed at her shoulder in mock-offense. "Holy shit, I really was not ready for that." She blinked at Yelena, eyes wide as the liquor settled in her stomach. "Round two?"

Yelena's face lit up hesitantly. "Do you not want to go back home?"

Kate shook her head and scooted out of the booth with a grin, already heading towards the bar. "Let's get drunk and forget all about that piece of shit."

Yelena watches her carefully, taking in Kate's long stride and the curls of her dark hair swishing against her back. Protectiveness swamps her in a wave, and she nearly growls to herself.

If that man shows his face again, he's going to regret it.

Translations:

-придурок (Khuy): Dickhead

-милая (Milaya): Sweetheart

Kate Bishop counter: 1

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[readyforthegarden]

Shots

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

A/N: Once again, this is @cal-a-bungaa's fault. Please give her praise for filling my head with ideas.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!! MINORS DNI!! Smut, slight spit kink, Drinking, mentions of bodily fluids, etc.

The bar was crowded and loud tonight, a few too many bachelorette parties going crazy on either side of the room, and the regulars and the tourists were intermingled more than they'd like to be. But none of that mattered. What mattered was the contest going on between you and Josh. Your best friends, his brothers, on either side of the two of you, counting down the shots in front of you both, just as rowdy, if not more than the young women with various phallic-shaped accessories around the bar.

"You’re a bitch, Josh," you breathed out raggedly between one of the shots. "and you're fucking going down." you threw back another whiskey shot, fighting the grimace as the burn ravaged your throat.

"Shots fired, literally!" Sam whooped from behind you. He and Danny were always in your corner for these types of things.

"Such filth coming from such a pretty young lady." Josh chided. "Your mother would faint hearing you talk like that." you rolled your eyes, taking another shot. Three down, three to go. Josh only had two down, but was well on his way to downing the third.

"Come on Y/N, don't let him win." Danny goaded you on as you lifted the fourth one to your lips, the smell of the alcohol making your stomach churn already. "Take the cocky bastard down!"

"For you, Danny." you raised the glass to him before knocking it back, slamming the glass on the bar. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw as Josh, with instruction from Jake, pick up two shots at one time and pour them in his mouth. "Fuck off, that's cheating!"

"Is not!" Jake called out, leaning across Josh. Sam leaned across you and argued with his older brother as you slammed back the next two shots at the same time too, nearly gagging as you set the glasses back down.

"Which one of you assholes chose fireball as the last shot?" you groaned. While it wasn't a bad drink, it was definitely a flavor that you'd come to associate with certain memories, memories of fumbling hands and messy kisses with a certain curly-headed friend. It was no secret that when intoxicated, you and Josh got handsy and intimate with each other. Your drunken minds acting on the thoughts your sober selves were too scared to initiate.

“You know it was me.” Josh smiled smugly, tossing back the last of his row, smacking his lips like it was candy to him. You rolled your eyes, regretting the decision as the alcohol started to catch up to you. You swayed on the barstool, and Sam snaked an arm around your waist, making sure you didn’t tip over.

“Looks like our girl won.” He smiled sweetly as his two older brothers. “You owe us one hundred dollars.” Both brothers grumbled as they took their wallets out, each slamming a fifty dollar bill on the sticky bar top. Sam reached over and swiped them almost instantly, handing one bill to Danny and pocketing the other.

“Hey, I did all the work, where’s my cut?” frowning at Sam, he just tapped your nose with the tip of his index finger.

“I paid for the shots, you got drunk for free tonight.” You mulled over his words in your mind, then shrugged.

“Shokay with me.”

As the night wore on you and your friends had separated. You and Sam had somehow joined one of the bachelorette parties, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his wearing a cowboy hat with a penis on it, as you yourself sipped water from a phallic shaped straw. Draining the glass, you let Sam know you were heading to the bar to grab another water, and on your way passed Jake and Danny, who were talking with a group of locals you’d seen here a few times.

Sidling up to the bar, you waited for the bartender to come and take your order, chewing on the straw in your mouth as you did. When the bartender came over, he placed a water in front of you, and a clear shot. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Tequila shot. From the gentleman across the bar.” He informed you, nodding his head behind him. You glance up and see Josh, staring at you with a smirk. Not just a smirk. The smirk. The one that always got you in trouble together. He raised his own shot in salute to you, and you followed suit, taking the straw out of your mouth and knocking it back. By now, you were used to the sting of the hard beverage, but you crinkled your nose anyway, knowing it drove Josh crazy.

“Come around here often, pretty girl?” he had made his way around the bar, leaning against it next to you now.

“I’m here with my friends tonight.” you answer, playing shy. He nodded, and signaled the bartender for another shot of tequila.

“You the one getting married?” He asked, playing along. You took the straw from your mouth again and shrugged at him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You winked. “Maybe I am, and I’m looking for one last good fuck from a stranger at the bar. To get it out of my system, you know?”

“Fuck baby,” Josh shuddered next to you. “You’re really playing the game tonight, aren’t you?”

“What game?” You smirk and Josh stares you down, eyes beginning to glass over with lust. He takes a moment to gather himself as you flick your tongue over the tip of your straw nonchalantly before finally placing it in your glass of water and drawing a gulp. The bartender sat down two more shots in front of you, lime wedges and a salt shaker too.

“I wanna try something.” Josh informed you, picking up the glass that was in front of you. “You know how we used to shotgun when we’d smoke?”

“I’ve never met you before tonight, sir.” You batted your lashes at him. “But I’m aware of the concept.” Josh nodded.

“Sorry, you’re just so familiar to me.” He chuckled. “Well, we’re gonna shotgun a shot.” You quirked an eyebrow curiously, tilting your head. You dropped the game for a moment with your next words.

“You wanna spit tequila in my mouth?” Josh nodded, grinning confidently.

“Then you’ll lick the salt from my body. Wherever I put it.” He moved closer to you, his voice low but the rumble still audible over the din of the thinning crowd. “Then take the lime from my lips. Can you handle that?” You watched as his dipped his middle finger into one of the wedges, gathering juice then dragging it along the center of his neck, then taking the salt and tilting his head back, shaking it onto his neck.

“I can handle more than you know.” With an appraising look, he put the tiny glass to his lips, your own parting while he tilted his head back. He cheeks puffed out slightly and his hand curled, beckoning you to move closer. His hands framed your face on either side, and he pulled you in, pressing his puckered lips to your open ones.

You felt a quick spurt of lukewarm liquid into your mouth, and before you could register that Josh was actually spitting into your mouth, he pulled away and you swallowed. He tilted his head back while grabbing another lime wedge, and you slowly licked the line of salt, your tongue flat against his skin, and you could feel his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed a groan. When you stood upright again, he had the lime wedge in his mouth, the meat of it facing towards you. Smirking, you leaned forward and bit the flesh, letting your lips ghost over his again before pulling away, the fruit wedge in your mouth and the juices cutting the harsh aftertaste of the alcohol.

"That was kinda hot." you smirked.

“Fuck.” was all Josh could say. He pulled out his phone, and you watched as he pulled up a ride-share app. “How about we ditch your friends and go back to my place?”

“That sounds like fun.” your voice was low he but his lip as you ordered a car, and then you watched as he pulled out his wallet, setting a few bills on the bar and nodding to the bartender that both your drinks were taken care of.

You pulled out your own phone, pulling up your group chat with Danny and Sam, letting them know you and Josh were heading home. Once you informed Josh you told them you guys were leaving, he grabbed your hand, pulling you outside and into the back of the waiting car. Once he verified it was the right one with the driver and the vehicle was in motion, Josh pressed his lips to yours, one of his hands grabbing at the inside of your thigh, squeezing and rubbing it in circles as his tongue lapped against yours.

As soon as you got in the door of his home, he locked it behind you, eagerly grabbing your hand and leading you down the familiar path to his bedroom. Once he had you in his room, he pulled you into him, his hands going to bottom, squeezing and his ground his hips against yours, kissing you with a fire he reserved just for you.

“Baby you drive me so fucking crazy.” He groaned into your mouth, his fingertips raising the hem of your skirt and gripping the flesh there. “I hope you don’t mind that we drop our little role play, my only thoughts right now involve fucking you into the mattress.”

“Mm, I don’t mind at all if you’re gonna keep talking like that.” You gently bit down on his lower lip, tugging it before letting go and giving it a lick. A wicked smile crossed Josh’s face and quick as a flash he had you on your back, bouncing against the firm mattress.

“Yeah, I know you like it when I talk to you, mama.” Josh’s voice was raspy and low, making heat pool at your core. “You wanna know what else I’m gonna do to you?” You nodded, squeezing your thighs together to try and relieve the ache between them. Noticing this, Josh’s hands grabbed your legs, spreading them wide as he crawled between them. You could feel his breath whisper across your skin, your skirt riding up your hips.

“I’m gonna get you out of these clothes.” His hands traveled up the tops of your thighs, to the side of your skirt where the zipper sat and he slowly pulled it down. Tugging the velvety material down your legs, he rolled his eyes. “You and those damn bodysuits.”

“They’re comfy, and I don’t have to worry about crumples like I would with a tucked shirt.” You shrugged. “I think you know where the snaps are, could you get them for me?” Josh nodded, smiling again. He let his fingertips dance on the inside of your thighs now, grazing up and down your soaked core before settling his finger under the buttons and pulling roughly, the snapping sound echoing in the dark room. You sat up and lifted the material over your head, exposing the lingerie you picked out knowing full well the affect it would have on Josh.

“Baby, black and gold.” he breathed. His eyes raked over your body and a blush rose to his cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re all mine tonight.”

“Still wanna take it all off?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. His eyes flitted up to yours again.

“Of course I do.” He assured you, leaning in and pressing a smoldering kiss to your lips, his facial hair tickling the skin around your mouth. “But I’m going enjoy the present you’re giving me first.” One of his hands came up to your chest, gently pushing you back until you were flat against the bed. His mouth trailed down your body, kissing and nipping whatever flesh he could, the hand on your chest following the path, giving your chest a squeeze as it passed by. Your back arched from just his touch, the fire burning in your belly being stoked by every press of his skin to yours.

“Joooosh,” you whined quietly as his teeth pulled at the waistband of your panties teasingly.

“Yes, darling?”

“I need you, so bad.” If the two of you hadn’t been half inebriated, you would’ve been embarrassed at how needy and pathetic you sounded. “Please touch me.”

“Of course darling, anything you want.” His voice was slow and quiet, and his words alone nearly had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. His hands spread your thighs back out again, before he brought one up, palming your heat through your panties. You knew he could feel how damp they were and you bit your lip as you wiggled your hips, dying for some friction. “So wet for me, I’ve barely touched you.”

“Josh, fuck! Please do something!” you felt bratty and pouty now, knowing he truly was teasing you and he raised his palm away just enough for you to still feel him there, but not gain any satisfaction from your movements. You let out a frustrated groan, pressing your hands against your face. The ache between your legs was almost painful.

You gasped when you felt cool air against your soaked pussy, feeling Josh’s fingertips glide over your skin as he pushed your panties to the side. He pressed gentle, slow kisses to everywhere else but where you wanted until your audible whining became too much to bear and he pressed his perfect pouty lips right to your clit. A sigh of relief escaped your mouth as his tongue slowly swirled around the nub, dancing over it in a way that only Josh could ever do right. Your hands left your face now, one tangling in his mop of brown curls, the other squeezing your own breast, playing with the hardened flesh of your nipple over the fabric. Your could feel your breathing becoming labored in your chest, your hips shuddering when he flicked the tip of his tongue against you just right.

The pressure building in your lower abdomen was building steadily now, and you moaned loudly when Josh let his index and middle finger pump in and out of you. You tugged on his curls, earning a rough growl from the back of his throat.

"You're doing so good Josh," you moaned, your thighs starting to shake. "You always get it just right baby. Do I taste good for you?"

"You taste so fucking good mama," he pulled his face away from your core, a thin sheen of gloss covering his face from the tip of his nose to the bottom of his chin. "Better than any whiskey or tequila. I'd drink you every night if I could." you smiled and bit your lip, your body now humming from the praise coming from your lovers lips. His fingers never stopped their movements, and you nearly tipped over the edge watching him slowly lick your wetness off his lips.

"Don't tempt me," you sigh. A smirk pulled at Josh's lips. He brought the thumb of his other hand to your clit, pressing roughly against it as he vigorously rubbed it. He was quickly bringing you to your peak, curses tumbling out of your mouth in a whiny voice, eyes squeezed shut. "Oh fuck, Josh, fuck! I'm-" you couldn't finish your sentence as you clenched around his fingers, your hips lifting off the bed. Josh was coaxing you through your orgasm, whispering filthy praises about your body and the noises you were making.

When he was satisfied with his work, Josh pulled away, licking his fingers clean and pulling off your panties completely, before pulling off his clothes and climbing up the bed towards you. His lips attacked yours in a feverish kiss. Tasting yourself on his lips and tongue was more intoxicating than any alcohol to you, and you sighed into his mouth.

You could feel his hard length pressing against your thigh as his body covered yours, and you slid your legs up so your knees were bent, cradling his body between your lower half. Your hips swiveled against his, as you tried to tell him without words that you were ready, eager, nearly desperate.

"Don't worry, you're gonna get what you want." Josh assured you, nuzzling his nose against yours. "Everything you want, mama." You locked eyes with him while spitting into the palm of your hand, snaking it between your bodies and wrapping it around his hard cock, pumping it a few times. Josh's eyes fluttered closed as you pumped, and you heard another growl as you lined him up with your slick entrance. Once you let go, he thrusted in slowly, hissing slightly.

Something was different with Josh tonight. While your trysts were usually frenzied, he still would manage to take his time with you, make you feel like a goddess that was being worshiped. His pace was quick and rough, one of his hands coming to rest on your throat, fingers tensing slightly.

"Watching you take that shot from me tonight was so fucking hot." he growled, his curls bouncing against his sweaty forehead. "Can I do it again?"

"Spit in my mouth?" you felt a wicked tingle in your belly as you realized what he was asking.

Uh-huh." Josh nodded, biting his lip. "Can I?" you thought it over for a moment, before bringing your hand up to his on your throat, giving it a squeeze.

"Do it." he grinned and you opened you mouth, sticking your tongue out flat. You'd never thought before that you'd let any man, degrade you, but with Josh's body deliciously thrusting into yours, the alcohol in your system was sweating it's way out, and the lust blown eyes was staring down at you with, you couldn't help but moan when he finally spit in your mouth. "Fuck baby, you're a dirty girl, aren't you?"

"Mhm," you nodded, his hips were snapping into you at just the right angle now, and hearing him dirty talk you was going to send you over the edge. "Your dirty girl, Josh."

"Yeah, you like when I choke you and spit on you?" his pristine teeth were clenched together, eyebrows knit and you knew he was so close.

"I love it baby." you groaned, reaching your hands up above your head and pressing your palms against the wall, letting it help you meet his thrusts now, and clenching around him. "Want you to cum on me too."

"Where, where do you want it?" he asked feverishly. The muscles in his toned biceps were straining and you felt his fingers twitch against your throat.

"Oh fuck! Anywhere, baby, fuck Josh!" you cried out as you came around him, walls clenching his cock tightly. Through your whimpers and moans, you could hear him hissing through his teeth and suddenly he jumped back from you, kneeling in front of your legs on the bed, shooting his cum onto your stomach and chest. His moans echoed in the room and you grinned to yourself as your name fell from his lips as he finished on you.

Sitting back on his feet, he rested his hands on his hips, gazing over your body as he caught his breath.

"You sure let me do a number on you, mama." he panted. You raised your head and looked at yourself, then slyly dragged a finger through a few droplets of his cum and putting it in your mouth. You noticed his cock twitch and he shook his head. "Keep that up, you're gonna be even messier by morning."

"Sounds like a plan."

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Serva me, Servabo te

save me and I will save you

pairing: photographer!Taehyung x f.reader

genre: angst, smut, slight enemies to lovers

word count: 7.3k  |  reading time: 40 min

chapter summary: flash backs clear the mystery of their first encounter, they fight over it, and then things get a bit heavier

warnings: there’s finally some sexy stuff going on yall, alcohol usage, metions of cheating, some dirty talk ig, some not very fluffy smut, almost angry fucking, dubious I’d say, fingering f.receiving, oral f.receiving, kinda dom!Tae, name calling kink? idk

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Chapter 5: Irresistible urges of the past

3 years, 2 months, and 14 days ago at 7:35 pm

The party was Yoonji's idea but you never complained. Well, okay, you complained a little bit. But that was only when you heard the approximate number of guests that had been invited so far and argued your small, shared apartment would probably collapse from the total weight in it. You offered to move the function over to the bar down the street, but apparently, that's not a house-warming party.

"How on earth are so many people coming, anyway? We have, like, five friends at most. And that is including the lunch lady."

Yoonji gave you those puppy eyes. "Well, actually, Jimin just made an Instagram story to get the word out, not thinking many would wanna come," she mumbled under her breath, almost like she was trying to avoid giving you the explanation. "But it turns out ever since that video he did, lots and lots of people wanna be his friend now."

You exhaled hard, making a pathetic sound. "You gave the guy you've only been seeing for a couple of weeks permission to invite people to our party?"

She pouted at you. "I thought you liked him. Plus, he offered to do this for us. We barely know people here, Amy, this party is going to be the best to see new faces."

You chewed your lip as you were setting the drinks on the table in a nice order and contemplated your roommate's words. "What do you need new people for?" you whined. "You already have a best friend and a hot boyfriend."

Yoonji bumped her shoulder on your arm playfully. "But you don't. Who knows, maybe you'll like one of Jimin's friends."

You rolled your eyes at her, but that didn't cover up the smile that had started to form. "Doubt it," you objected. "Models are not exactly my type."

You heard Yoonji laugh from the kitchen. "Jimin's not a model!" she shouted back. Then peeked her head around the doorway to raise an eyebrow at you. "I mean, you're not entirely wrong."

People that you had never even seen before started showing up at your place, and without fail, they all asked where Jimin and Taehyung were. Rude, you thought. That was not their party; something that could easily be deduced by how they weren't even there yet. Also, when had Jimin become so popular all of a sudden? And who the fuck was Taehyung?

At about an hour after the place was already packed and your roommate's boyfriend had finally made an appearance, Yoonji just so happened that she was constantly MIA, and the task of welcoming the people that kept and kept on coming, fell entirely on your shoulders. A task that briefly seemed not so bad when you opened the door and a brown-haired, pretty boy stood in front of you. You guessed models were indeed invited to that party, the only explanation you could come up with for why the most handsome man you had ever led your eyes upon was looking at you and smiling.

"Is this Yoonji's and... Amy's party?" he asked and you were taken aback by his deep, raspy voice that countered his charming face.

"Yes," you said, letting him in. "And are you on the bride's or the groom's side?" You hated the joke the moment it left your lips, a moment too late to take it back. Five full seconds spent with a cute boy and you were already acting weird.

But the boy laughed, and the sound quite literally lifted your spirits. "I am with Jimin if that's what you're asking."

"Of course you are. Jacket?" You offered your hands up for him.

"Oh, right, where can I leave this?" he asked as he slid the piece of garment off his shoulders. You opened the door right behind you, a door that normally led to a small storage space, but you had turned into a temporary closet with all the jackets and purses you had shoved in there. The boy leaned next to you as he tried to find somewhere to leave his outerwear without just dropping it on the pile on the floor.

"Let me," you offered, taking a random jacket that hung from the ironing board, abandoning it on the ground, and replacing it with the pretty boy's one. That's pretty privilege for you.

He chuckled. "Whose was that? Is that okay?"

"Who cares, it's my house."

"Oh," he exclaimed, watching you more closely as you closed the door again and turned to him with your lips awkwardly pressed into a thin line. You pinned your body on the wall, waiting for him to move or say something. "You're Amy?" You nodded, and the boy burst out a big smirk. "Well, well, well..." he rasped. "I'm gonna kick Jimin's ass so hard. He didn't tell me Yoonji had such a cute roommate."

The way your entire face felt like it had caught on fire in a split second almost scared you. It definitely made your eyes widen and your head go into a defense mode; you had never flustered before, of course your brain would think it was under attack. And of course you would reply with something stupid again, like snorting and saying: "Right. And you are?"

"Kim Taehyung, freshly graduated and aspiring big photographer," he proudly introduced himself. It all suddenly seemed to click and you barely held yourself from gasping right in his face. He extended a hand to you, and you took it, ready to shake it. Instead, he surprised you by bringing it to his lips and planting a soft kiss right between your knuckles. "Enchanté," he whispered with his dark eyes piercing yours.

The stupid fire all over your face got worse. So worse all you could do was quickly pull away and scoff at him, but also laugh. "That was too much!"

"Sorry," he chuckled and gave you a big, boxy grin. "I was trying to make you swoon."

You couldn't help but mimic his energy. "Does that ever work on anyone?" Well, what a liar you are. It had literally turned your stomach into a knot.

And Taehyung, almost as if he knew that, smirked at you. "You'd be surprised."

Okay, so you may have overreacted a tiny bit when you took off running away from Taehyung. There could possibly have been other ways to go about it, like gently pushing him off and telling him this was a mistake, trying to talk, or even staying silent. Your head was spinning so hard as you stumbled down that path wishing you don't get lost in the foggy state your mind had dipped in due to the haste. And it had almost cleared, you had almost stopped to think about this rationally and wait for the photographer so that you could walk home together, but the longer you thought about it more clearly, the faster you ran. You didn't even know if it was fear or shame that was powering your flight, but it had to be one of those.

The further you stayed locked in your room, the later emotion became more and more prominent. You saw Taehyung emerge from the trees sometime later and get in the house, you heard him on the downstairs floor, you saw the lights turn on and off... He was everywhere, and you were hiding away, terrified and ashamed. How could you ever meet his eyes again? But most importantly, how would you face yourself in the mirror? You knew that was the worst part of the whole situation; you let your own self down.

3 years, 2 months, and 14 days ago at 1:23 am

You returned on the corner that Taehyung and you had been occupying all night long with a drink in your hands, swaying around and trying to survive the mob of drunk college students that were doing what you were sure they thought was dancing in the middle of the living room. Some of the drink spilled on the way and you're not sure if it was because of all the bumping on people or the way you had started seeing everything double and losing your balance pretty easily.

"What the hell happened to my chair?" you whined as you found the photographer sitting there alone when you had specifically asked him to save you the seat.

He shrugged. "I couldn't defend it, sorry." Then he spread his legs wide and pat his thigh, looking up at you with a smirk. "Just sit here."

You didn't think twice; sat down on his offered position, swinging your legs to the side to completely lie on his lap and an arm around his neck for balance. Your face was inches away from his, so much so you could smell the alcohol in his breath, his hands instantly on your waist and hips to pull you close. But it felt so comfortable. Since the moment you met, you hadn't left each other's side, and you hadn't stopped touching. Touching as in holding hands while talking or pushing him while laughing, playing with your clothes or stroking each other's hair. It seemed like there was always an excuse, or, better yet, constantly a need to touch.

"Ugh!" he gagged when he took one sip of the drink you had brought right to his lips. "What is this shit?"

You giggled. "Tequila."

"Is it just tequila?"

You kept giggling. "Actually, we ran out of soft drinks so I mixed it with water."

His mouth dropped open and he started laughing, too. "Of course! Why wouldn't you!" His hands around your body squeezed you tighter and you had to squirm around, still a need to get even closer.

"It's not that bad," you proclaimed, then took a sip from the same straw and had your entire face scrunch up. "See?"

Taehyung had gotten serious, staring at you intensely, as he slowly brought the straw right on his tongue yet again. He took a generous gulp, then offered the drink to you, his eyes fixed on your lips and the way they wrapped around right where his had just been. His stare gave you goosebumps, and you pressed yourself even closer, your hip flushed right against his lower abdomen.

"You know I don't drink," he said in a whisper. He didn't need to speak louder, you were right there. "I'm only doing this for you."

"Well," you mumbled as your fingers ran through the back of his hair. "That makes two of us doing something we don't usually do tonight." And you meant it. You never did this; whatever this was. Sitting on a cute boy's lap that you had only met a couple of hours ago, ready to devour him with the first chance you got. And boy, would you devour him.

"We haven't done anything yet," Taehyung noted, his hand dipping between your legs to pinch your thing.

"Yet," you murmured, pressing even closer to him, feeling his erection grow against your hip.

Your eyes alone could communicate. And all they conveyed was the urgency to get out of there. The need to be alone. Your entire body burned with that need, or maybe it was the alcohol. With no words spoken, you both got up, holding hands not to get lost in the crowd, and searched in the apartment for an empty room. The bathroom was locked, the kitchen busy, one bedroom filled with boys playing video games and the other with smokers. Taehyung pulled you towards the exit; he wasn't about to let the moment escape him. He would get you in his car or even back to his place if he had to, just to get his hands properly on you.

But you didn't have time for that. You needed him right away. So you opened up that makeshift closet and shoved him inside. Space was limited and your bodies were naturally pressed together. The moment the door closed behind you, you realized how dark it was; the light switch being outside, forgotten. You felt his hands ran up your body, trying to blindly find your face with haste like he was being chased.

His lips found yours. And you indeed devoured each other. He had you pinned against the door and his fingers through your hair as he kissed you like a starved man. You know how first kisses almost always suck? How it takes a while to find the right rhythm, to lean into it just enough to match the other's technic? That was nothing like that. It was the best kiss you had ever had, it was so perfect and so right. The way his lips moved over your own and his tongue stroked you, it was like you had done this a million times already, or simply like you were made for each other.

Nothing could stop you now. Not even your common sense that would advise you against fucking just anyone in that tiny space, when everyone was still outside. But common sense had left you long ago. Your body was being controlled by an innate, animalistic hunger. And you moaned his name as you straddled his waist and let him suck hickeys into your neck. And you thought about how this is the best thing that had happened to you as you started taking off his belt.

You heard it again; a thump in the room. This time it was certainly not just in your head. You looked around -let's be honest- scared out of your mind because the last thing you needed right now was for something to be hidden in there with you.

"Tae?" you asked in a low voice, just in case he was playing a stupid prank on you. But you were met with silence.

Until it happened again, a louder tap, and this time you determined it was coming from the window. Slowly, while keeping your body as far away as you could, you got closer. You stared at the glass, trying to figure out why it was making that sound. Then you saw it; a small pebble clashing on the pane and disappearing just as fast. You opened it immediately and leaned outside.

"What the hell?" you shouted when you noticed the shadow-covered man standing in the garden under your room. "What are you doing down there?"

Taehyung tossed away the stones he had in his palms, straining his neck to look up at you. "I wanted to talk to you."

"And you thought -instead of just coming to my room- it'd be easier to walk downstairs, get outside and throw rocks at my window?"

"I thought you wouldn't let me in if I just knocked on your door," he explained.

You groaned. He wasn't wrong; you would have probably continued to hide away and avoid him. But he didn't have to be so dramatic about it. Well, not that you are one to talk. "Ugh, just- get your ass in here," you shouted back.

"You're gonna talk to me?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

You groaned again. "Yes!"

You saw Taehyung run inside as if he was afraid you would change your mind in the meantime. Perhaps you would. You really didn't want to talk to him. What would you even say? You had no excuse to give him, or no excuse you wanted him to know, anyway. All you wanted was to pretend he wasn't even there until morning came; then you could drive back home and go back to pretending you didn't even know each other.

"He is crazy," you mumbled to yourself as you decided you couldn't evade this anymore. "No, that man is certified insane!" you kept on complaining to no one as you opened your door and dashed away.

You ran into him in the middle of the staircase. Stood there, just a step away from him, with your arms folded over your chest, keeping your eyes anywhere but on him.

"So?" you spat.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said in a whisper, a tone that sounded like he was guilty of something.

"Yes, I got that. You can talk now."

He looked down at your feet. "Here?"

You scoffed and moved past him, jogging down the stairs and taking a turn towards the kitchen. The boy followed you diligently. When you reached the room, you immediately grabbed a glass and filled it with water, chugging it down in one go and going for a second turn. You really wished this was something stronger, looking around to see if you could spot a bottle of some kind of liquor. You would need it if you were to have the conversation you thought you would.

"I have a confession to make," Taehyung announced after he decided the silence was enough.

You froze, the glass of water still against your lips, and you looked at him from the corner of your eyes. "Oh, please," you groaned but still couldn't move. "No more confessions from you."

He sighed, walking until he got right in front of you so that he could look you in the eyes for this. "I remember your party."

See, this is exactly what you feared the most. This...This conversation was what was making this place truly haunted for you.

"What?" you weakly breathed.

"Your... welcoming party? With Yoonji?" he continued. As if you didn't know what party he was talking about. "I remember everything about it."

"But-"

"I wasn't that drunk."

The glass hit the counter with such force, for a second you thought you had broken it in your grip. But it had just provided a loud noise as you gaped at the boy in front of you. What were you supposed to say, now? Where to start?

"You didn't even remember meeting me!" you called out.

"Yeah I- I lied."

The worst part wasn't that he was pretending he didn't know who you were. No, that was low-key genius and you would have done the exact same thing if you were quick enough to think of it when you found yourself in that sitting room, across the person you least wanted to see. The worst part was that you had believed it. You felt like such an idiot. You had believed it and thought it meant you could have a clean start.

3 years, 2 months, and 14 days ago at 1:44 am

You didn't want to stop, but you still did, when Taehyung's phone went off. When he pulled away, gasping for air and apologizing. You thought you were having a moment there, you know, a moment where no matter who was calling, it wasn't important enough to pick up. But he apparently didn't see it that way. He took one look at his screen and asked you to be quiet.

Maybe your eyes accidentally caught the pet name on his contact for a split second, or maybe it was the girly voice that came muffled from the speaker, but your head started spinning without warning. And the space was suddenly too small, and it was choking you. You found the knob before he realized what you were doing, and with your body weight on the door, you were launched outside; into the light that burned your eyes. A girl was standing on the other side of the hallway, looking at you with judgement in her eyes and her phone in her hands, then immediately averting her pretentious gaze. A hand tried to hold onto your shirt to keep you back, but you escaped.

You stumbled through the place, not sure where you were trying to go or who you were trying to find, solely trying to keep yourself up and not barf on the new carpet. You wanted to get away, but where could you go? You lived there. You heard Yoonji's laugh before you even saw her, sighing in relief when you spotted her in the kitchen and letting your body fall on hers.

"Baby, baby, everything alright?" your roommate called for you, but you just held onto her without a word. She tried to bear your weight as best as she could, holding onto the counter so that you wouldn't both plummet onto the floor.

Another hand rubbed your back. "Did you drink a little too much, Ames?" It was Jimin's sweet voice. You whined into your friend's neck before you pulled back to look at her boyfriend.

"Jimin, is Kim Taehyung your friend?" you asked him.

He frowned, a little confused as to how the conversation got there. "Ye- yeah. He's my best friend. You met him, right?"

"Yeah," Yoonji responded for you. "I saw them talking earlier."

You took a deep breath; everything seemed to be against you at that moment, even the air itself, and you were trying so hard to not crumble. "Does he have a girlfriend?" you dared ask, even though you thought you might vomit if you heard the answer.

"Who? Tae?" Yoonji mumbled. You nodded, and she gave you a smirk right away. "Ohh... Why do you ask, baby? You interested?"

You rolled your eyes as both of them started teasing you. "No," you tried to tell them.

"Why, was he flirting with you?"

"How does he get every girl like that?"

"No, guys-"

"I don't blame her. He's so hot."

"Hey! I'm right here!"

"Just answer the damn question!" you yelled at them, and they finally stopped. Jimin looked at you with the same frown again.

"He does," he said and everything that was spinning in the room stopped abruptly. "Sorry, love. I promise you'll be the first to know when they break up."

Everything was foggy, and you felt numb. So numb, there was absolutely no thought in your head. You barely noticed the couple turn their heads to the door, barely realized who it was they were looking at.

"No, thanks," you whispered to Jimin then and pulled Yoonji away. "Bathroom," you simply stated and she carefully took you there, avoiding successfully the boy that was the topic of your conversation. For the first time of the many, many more that followed. All those times you stayed clear of gatherings you knew he would be at. All those times you changed your way, left a coffee shop, stayed silently in a corner in places there was nowhere else to go. You never told Yoonji exactly why you didn't want to be in the same room with him again, but she was very supportive no matter what.

You weren't sure why, either. Whether it was your hurt ego, your high standards for the people surrounding you, or the shame you felt every time you met his eyes, you couldn't tell. One thing you knew for sure was how you vowed to never fall for that again. Not from Taehyung, and not from anyone else. No more hooking up with random fuck boys at parties. No more associating yourself with people you don't even value enough. Kim Taehyung was an asshole, and you didn't care what he did or who he did it with, but you would rather be caught dead than be caught with him ever again.

Yet there you were. With him.

You cleared your throat. "And you're telling me this now because...?"

The photographer frowned, mostly at himself, clenching his jaw and looking at the ground. "Well, because you kissed me and ran away as if your life depended on it. Thought it might have something to do with that."

"Right." You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding slightly as you tried to think of what to say. Truly, what could you say? There have been so many things torturing your mind, but you didn't know which of those would be worth saying aloud. "Okay," you simply mumbled. "Are we done then?"

You tried walking past him but he held you back. "Wait, wait, hold on. You promised we would talk."

You just looked at him with your eyes wide. "You said you had a confession to make. You made it. There’s nothing more to say about that."

"Yes, there is."

"Like what?"

Taehyung snorted, finally letting you go. "Like what your problem with me is!"

You released a bitter laugh. "I thought you said you remember everything about that night."

He licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. "It's been three years-"

"And you stay lying to me." He looked at you intensely but you didn't back down. You might not have wanted to have this conversation, but now that it was happening, you wouldn't cower one bit.

"Look," he started, taking a step closer. "What I did was wrong. Both to you and to my girlfriend. I understand, it was very shitty and I don't have any excuses. I'm not here to give you any excuses."

"Yeah, 'cause there is no excuse for such a thing," you bit back.

Taehyung sighed at your attitude, somewhat losing his patience, but continued. "Right," he mumbled through his teeth. "I told her what I did and we broke up. Actually, she forgave me and wanted to stay with me but I insisted on breaking up because I didn't want her to be in a relationship where I made such a mistake, I wanted her to find someone better."

You shrugged, folding your arms over your chest yet again and tapping your foot on the floor. "Alright. Good for her. What do you want, a cookie?"

"No-"

"You really did less than the minimum, there, buddy. I don't know what you want from me right now."

"I- nothing!"

"Then why are you telling me this?"

He paused, opening and closing his mouth again, clearly not knowing how to reply. Maybe he expected a different reaction, or maybe he was nervous and it all translated into a type of irritation, but he was starting to look angry. "Because!" he said in a louder tone. "Because you keep treating me like that, you're acting like I'm this huge asshole, and I get it- first impressions are hard to change, but I'm not! I'm not that asshole you've made me out to be and quite frankly it's starting to get pretty annoying."

You chuckled. What else were you supposed to do? You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "Excuse me, but I have the right to believe anything I want about you. If I have a certain idea of who you are and it's not affecting you in any way, then what's the problem?" You saw Taehyung roll his eyes and turn away, his hands on his hips as he shook his head and sighed. "If I think what you did is bad enough for me to never change my mind about you, then that's my opinion."

He was mumbling his words out, not being able to form a sentence long enough for it to make sense. "But that's- you-" He kept grunting and shaking his head at you until he finally spoke up. "Three years!" he announced. "It's been three years, Amy, and you're still punishing me for this. Alright, it's your opinion to determine the gravity of it, but don't tell me it doesn't affect me. Not when you've been avoiding me for three years."

"I haven't-" you tried to lie.

But he knew better than that. "Yes, you have. Every time I wanted to come along with my friends, something always came up and you'd bail. You didn't even show up at Jimin's birthday for crying aloud! Because you knew I'd be there. And I wanted to talk to you, apologize to you. I liked you and wanted to make this right and you never gave me the chance." He took a deep breath after having given his monologue in a haste, almost like he was scared his words would bail, too, if he wasn't quick enough. "And then you're wondering why I pretended I didn't remember you?" You blinked at him when you realized he was waiting for an answer. You had none to give him. "What was I supposed to do, huh? What could I have done that wouldn't have resulted in you getting back in that car and driving away?"

You stayed silent, looking at him through your lashes, then averting your gaze again. You sniffed your nose a couple of times as you were trying to get your thoughts straight. Kicked the floor once or twice as you felt your body squirm under his stare; he wouldn't relieve you from the scrutiny. "I..." you finally mumbled. "I'm not interested in reconciling with you." You gulped but noticed his stance and expression didn't change at all. Like he expected those words. "I'm sorry if that's what you wanted to do, and that I prevented you from even trying. But I won't change my mind about this."

He licked his lips, looking at you with a serious frown, then simply said: "Why?"

Why was he even asking? Was it not obvious? "Look, I simply don't like people who do things like these. I don't want them as boyfriends, or friends, or anything. Nothing personal."

"But that's what I'm trying to say!" he insisted. "I'm not like that." He came close, so close his face was hovering above yours merely inches away, staring into your eyes with a sort of urgency. An urgency for you to understand him. "I'm not normally like that. That night... I don't know. That night was an exception. I really don't want to give you cliché excuses, but I thought you knew. I thought you felt it, too. I'm not crazy, right? There was something there that you felt, too?"

You gulped again, looking him up and down with fire all over your face. Because you knew instantly what he meant. But it had to take a few moments for it to actually sink in. That it wasn't just you. And that he, too, was unable to keep his hands from you that night. It certainly didn't justify his actions or lessen your disdain for him. But at least it felt a tiny bit good to know that you weren't just a naive little girl who had fallen for the pretty boy's trick, just like dozens of others.

"That still doesn't explain..." you started saying, keeping your opinion openly still the same, yet not denying his words.

"I know it doesn't!" he was quick to say. His eyes traveled all over your face, the tone of his voice having calmed a bit. "It was very douchy of me and I don't expect to be forgiven for it. Which is why I didn't stay with that girl." You jumped slightly when you felt his hands land on your arms. But you didn't pull away. "But I don't understand why you have to be so harsh on me. It's been three years, and this is still obviously bothering you. You haven't let it go even a little bit."

You looked away, taking a step back, but he quickly made up for it. "It doesn't bother me," you said, tongue in cheek.

"Well, it clearly does," he insisted. "When you are cold to me one moment, kissing me the next, and then running away like I hurt you."

"You did hurt me."

The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Before you even knew what you were saying yourself. He hurt you. You had never admitted that before. Always blaming your anger and aversion to him on your morals or whatever. Yet that was the true reason you didn’t want to see him, and you didn’t want to talk to him, and definitely not kiss him again.

Taehyung paused, taking a deep breath. He leaned nearer as he looked down at your lips as whispered. “I know,” he said in a sweet voice as if to reassure you. “I know.” That meant you weren’t crazy. “But why is it still hurting you now?” You tensed up at his question. “Why do you care -about me- so much that this is, to this day, an open wound?”

You scoffed. But you couldn't say anything. You tried pushing him away, and for a moment he let you, but then he was right in front of you again. Even closer, perhaps. “What are you…?” you murmured, looking quite lost. Especially with the close proximity that was driving your mind into a frenzy.

“Do you still like me?” he asked, straightforward.

“No!” you called immediately. But he didn’t seem convinced, raising an eyebrow at you. "I’m not still hurt. I just… I told you. I simply don't want anything to do with someone like you. So it's fine when you keep your distance, but it's not fine when you kiss me. I said I don't want- ."

"Yeah, yeah, you don't want a boyfriend nor a friend like me," he interrupted you to finish your sentence. "Not that I ever offered to be either of those."

Your cheeks flushed and you looked away immediately so as not to get caught. "I- I didn't say I wanted you to."

Taehyung chuckled. The sound almost scared you more than when he was shouting earlier. Because you knew a casual, flirty Taehyung was always more dangerous. "You know, you kissed me!" he reminded you.

Your mouth dropped in a dramatic way. "You seduced me into kissing you!" you complained.

And the boy laughed even harder. "Seduced? Is that your way of saying you couldn't resist me?"

You tried to fight back at his remarks that clearly only served the role of firing you up -whether that was with anger or something else, you weren't sure. And then he had the audacity to wonder why you still didn't like him? But your voice cracked, as you backed until your body hit the kitchen counter and your hands held the edge tight. "Is not!" you managed to get out.

Taehyung’s arms trapped you in that counter, his hands holding onto it on either side of your body until you were caged between them, as he leaned even closer, standing one breath away and staring at you with a smirk on his lips. It was clear then, he wasn’t trying to talk anymore.

“C’mon,” he rasped, a voice so low that it vibrated in frequencies hard to hear. “I know you can’t resist me. You couldn’t do it three years ago and you can’t do it now.”

Your palms hit his chest, trying to push him away from you as you breathed heavily, hearing your own heartbeat in your head and feeling your control slipping through your fingers. But you still couldn’t form any words. Your brain had shut down when it came to that. Just spinning around as Taehyung kept getting closer. What the hell was he trying to do?

"I'm just saying… There is no one here to judge you for it. No one will know you went against your morals," he purred, a hand leaving your side briefly to swipe your hair off your shoulder and caress your neck in the process. The contact made your palms clench into fists, his shirt pooling under your grip. And there were two ways you could go about this; either push or pull him.

“Tae…”

“Go on then,” he said in a teasing tone. “Show me how much you hate me, princess. How you despise me and everything I stand for. Resist me.”

You did hate him. And you hated being proven wrong. So, those two together should result in you pushing him away and going to your room. Right? You should resist that man, it couldn’t be so hard, anyway. So tell me why the way he was looking at you made your knees buck? Why his words filled your stomach with butterflies, his scent numbed your brain like a hallucinogen? Why you couldn’t resist him.

Tell me why you pulled him in by the shirt.

He didn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around yours. Didn’t waste any time to hold you by the waist and press his body on yours. This was the third chance he was given for this and he was about to make it work. And he seemed to have been waiting for it. He already knew what to do, how to hold you, how to kiss you in order to make you moan in his mouth. It was the party scene all over again; as in, you were devouring each other in a sort of urgency, bumping your lips together like you were drunk and had just found the person you were feeling the craziest chemistry with, grinding on each other as if you were trying to merge together.

And maybe he was right; you could never resist him.

Your fingers dipped into his soft locks and he moaned your name. He snaked his arms under your thighs to push you up, letting you sit at the edge of the counter. He immediately filled in the gap between your legs, hands rubbing up and down your back, while you started kissing down his neck, making sure to mark him as if he was yours. He hissed and growled every time you bit him, riding your shirt up to get a feel of your skin underneath. Then finding your hands, intertwining your fingers together, and pushing them past your body, almost like he was trying to confine them away from him. And you hated not being able to touch him, hated how he pushed your body back to have you almost lay on the counter completely, and you couldn’t move. Because you wanted more.

And maybe he was right; no one would ever know about this. So perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to do this. This mistake. Taehyung.

“Princess, if you plan on regretting this and running away again, you better tell me now,” he rasped while kissing your collarbone. “I might not stop later.”

He was giving you an out. And normally you would have taken it. But at that moment the only thing busying your mind was that implied promise of what was to come.

“You better not,” you mumbled, more to yourself, but heard him chuckle when he heard it, too.

His hands clenched harder around yours before he released you in favor of grabbing your ass and your thighs. He squeezed you close, pulling you until your crotch was rubbing against his clear erection under his pants, and all you could do was whimper. Still kissing his neck, that sweet spot under his ear, biting his lob, and hearing him grunt at the way you were making him feel. Your hands, free now, could run up his toned arms and enjoy his body like you wanted to for a while.

He pulled his head slightly back to look into your eyes. His seemed so unfocused, so dark, like he had gotten high from you. “You want me to make you feel good?” he asked with a smirk. You weren’t sure if he was asking for permission or just building the anticipation.

“Can you?” No, you weren’t making a plea. You were questioning his skills. And he picked it up from your tone immediately.

“Can I?” he snorted, his eyes turning to the ceiling before he let his fingers slowly and very slightly brush your naked belly, moving further down. Your entire body squirmed with the rhythm of his fingertips. “You shiver every time I touch you. So, yeah, I think I can do anything I want to you.”

You immediately punched his chest, pushing him away. “God, I hate you.”

But his smug smirk wouldn’t back down. And he wouldn’t let go of you. “We have already established that,” he murmured, as he lowered his head down- and farther down- until it was right in front of the fly of your pants. And your stomach was sucked in the entire time, your whole body, actually, as if you were trying to take up less space. As if you were trying to pull away from him, even though at the same time you could feel your lower half burning from want, and your lips were already missing his.

But then he looked up at you too, as he was bent down there in front of your crotch, to stare into your eyes through his lashes with a hotshot grin and his tongue between his teeth; and you forgot how to breathe. And then he unbuttoned you with his mouth, biting the zipper and pulling it down slow enough for you to feel every vibration on your body, without ever breaking eye contact; and you thought your soul left your body.

He was back at his normal height, pushing your pants down while licking his lips and examining your face. “Alright, princess,” he spoke in a low tone. “I will give you my best, on one condition.” The pants were completely off and he was working on your unimpressive underwear next. “Every time I do make you feel good, you have to say my name.”

He had gotten you all naked from your waist down, yet he still hadn’t even glanced there; kept his eyes stubbornly on yours. But when you tried to press your legs together, feeling shy and exposed, he was holding them tight. “That’s your condition?” you wondered, not seeming too hard to do. You were probably going to do it anyway.

He leaned down, keeping his lips close enough to rub on yours when he spoke. “Yes. Every time. I want you to keep reminding yourself who it is that is making you feel this way.” When he kissed you, it worked almost as a distraction to how one hand crept in between your thighs and pressed around your folds, yet avoiding the place you needed him to touch.

His lips moved at the same rhythm as his fingers, his tongue slipping in your mouth right as he finally moved them closer, getting them all dirty with your wetness. Index and middle finger rubbing up and down, brushing against your clit and over your opening but never giving into either. You hummed in frustration as you bit down on his bottom lip, your hips trying to move forward, trying to get more.

“What did I tell you?” he whispered, increasing his pressure on your clit just for a moment, a moment long enough to make you gasp with your mouth open over his.

“Tae…” you breathed.

“Say it,” he insisted.

“Taehyung,” you moaned, closing your eyes as he started moving his fingers in circles over the sensitive bud like a reward.

“You’re so wet, already,” he observed, something quite obvious from the sounds the simple movement was creating. “Is that all for me?” He pulled his head back to watch your reaction better, smiling when he saw you nodding. “Good girl,” he purred, rewarding you yet again with sliding one finger easily inside.

"Oh,” you moaned, your body immediately arching towards his. You still needed more. The better it all felt, the more you wanted from him.

The photographer inhaled sharply through his teeth, stilling his actions. “Amy, what did we say?”

“Taehyung,” you immediately obeyed. And you didn’t need to be told twice. “Taehyung,” you moaned, again and again, as he worked his magic into you. As he kissed you in that way no one had ever been able to replicate. “Taehyung,” as he pushed a second finger in to stretch you out. “Taehyung,” as he found your g-spot and massaged it softly as if he was working with something fragile. “Taehyung, Taehyung,” as he made you come, once, twice, thrice. With his fingers inside you, on your clit, his mouth french-kissing your pussy, his tongue dipping in and out as he lapped at your juices.

All while you had to make yourself think of who exactly was fucking you like that. Who was making your legs shake, your head spin, your sight and hearing unclear. Whose hair you were pulling, whose teeth you had marks of on your thighs, whose name you were screaming.

Kim Taehyung.

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