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[feel special] Dio Brando.

Synopsis: Working for Lord Dio you end up catching feelings for the male. But after a wakeup call from you new friend, you realize that you deserve someone better, though he isn't going to let you go so easily.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, cheating (idk if you can consider it that...but idk), manipulation, obsession and possessiveness,

Au: Royalty Au

Pairings: Dio Brando x Reader, Jotaro Kujo x Reader.

Based Off: TWICE's Feel Special You can listen to it here~

-> Feel Special

Other songs listened to for this fic.:

-> Beside you By Keshi

-> Angel eyes By ABBA

-> Some Say by NEA

-> Lie By Luka Megurine (vocaloid songs hold a special place in my heart.)

A/n: Whooo boiii this is a hefty fic! I don't know if I am going to continue this, but if others like it then I will continue it...

Also feel free to leave requests for me! I write for Obey Me, JJBA, FNAF (mostly security breach) and I'm trying to expand my writings so if you have something you wanna see written please ask away

Here's my Kofi is you wanna support me!

☆Here's the second part: Feel Special.Ending

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When you first got to working for this man, you told yourself you weren't going to be like the others.

You'd heard rumors of girls who came here and ended up falling in love with the male. And you could see why.

Lord Dio was an attractive male, blonde hair, fierce red eyes and a nice body that anyone would want. Hell he is known for actively sleeping with his female servants, and when they get too attached he tosses them to the side like they were nothing.

So you refused to be one of them.

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“Don’t tell me that you actually believe that Lord Dio is in love with you?”

You sat across from your fellow servant, Mariah, who was tending to her hair in her mirror. You slowly nodded your head, seeing her roll her eyes. Mariah is a beautiful dark skinned woman with lovely brown eyes and snow white hair. She was one of the only higher up females here, being close to Lord Brando.

So it was probably best to listen to her words.

“I’m not trying to be mean, I'm trying to protect you. You’re a newbie in the castle, that’s the only reason lord Dio is paying all this attention to you. He’s trying to see how he can break you down and use you.”

You listened carefully to Mariah’s words and let them slowly click in your mind.

"I mean think about it. He could have any woman he wants."

You had been working in Lord Brando’s castle for the past month now in order to support your family back at home. The job came suddenly as some of Lord Brando’s most trusted servants were sent out in order to bring more servants to the castle. And he apparently paid very well, but your mother...she didn't care for it.

At first, your mother was weary of you leaving, as she had heard the tales of women who went up to the castle.

Many of them would not come back, many of them would be used and thrown back to their families with less than what they started with. She would have rather you moved away to the neighboring kingdom and start over there. But she knew that you didn’t want to leave her alone.

Your mother was your main reason for working at the castle, you wanted to give her a better life just as she had fought to give you one.

So against your better judgement, you took up the job working for the male and so far was enjoying it. He seemed like a genuinely nice man to work for, he took care of his servants and made sure you as comfortable as you could be.

But you soon noticed that as more women began to come in, the less and less attention he would pay to you. It started with calling you to his room less and less. Less of the lingering touches he would give, less of the hugs and teasing words he would give you.

It was all bothering you greatly. Had you been fooled?

And when you brought it up to him, he would always smile and tell you how silly you were being and how he could ‘Never abandon his favorite pet’.

Now here you were, being told that the things you were thinking were valid by one of his most trusted people.

Mariah, was one of his top people, next to Enrico Pucci, Hol Horse and Vanilla Ice.

She was also one of the only females who were in his top ranks. So she’s seen many girls come and go, all of them fiending to be Lord Brando’s favorite. Mariah took notice to who all came in and saw who was gonna be fresh meat.

She had taken a liking to you as you were one of the only ones to not just throw yourself at Lord Brando. You came here to do a job and was mostly focused one that.

She admired you. So when she saw how close the Lord was getting with you, his lingering touches and his sultry words.

She knew exactly what was coming.

If you were to get in bed with Lord Brando, you would never be the same again. You wouldn’t be able to think or have control of yourself. All you would think about is how you could serve him. She's seen what happens before, she's been in that spot. Mindless, only thinking about serving Lord Dio. Focused on making him happy and nothing else.

She refused to let that to be you.

“Protect me?..” You asked confused and Mariah sighed and turned around to you fully.

“Lord Dio is not a good person Y/n, you should know that, and I know that.” Mariah walks over to you and places her hands on your face.

“I actually like you. Out of all the maids here. You’re the most tolerable. I would hate for you to end up like a mindless little-”

“Y/n.”

The two of you looked over to the doorway to see Pucci there. He had a gentle smile on his face. “Dio requests your presence.”

You nodded and got up, Mariah giving you a look before going back to her mirror.

You followed Pucci to Dio’s room, keeping quiet as you walked alongside the priest.

Enrico Pucci was a priest that was Dio's right hand man. He was the one responsible for hiring all the new servants, running the estate and attending directly to Dio's needs.

You saw alot of him because you basically had the position of head maid

“You know you are one of his favorites Y/n?” He says quietly. You look over at him to see the same gentle smile.

“I’ve never seen him act this way towards a servant before, You're a rare one.” Pucci says, stopping in front of Dio’s door. You stopped and looked up at him. "What do you mean by that?.." You asked an air of slight concern coming over you.

Pucci gave a closed eye smile,

"That means he likes you, and you won't end up dying possible. I would hate to see a kind girl like you go to waste."

You stood in fear before he pats you on the back.

“Now, go ahead and see what he may want..”

You watch as Pucci walks away, his words swirling around in your head. You eventually go to knock on the door, waiting for a response.

“Come in..”

You open the door, seeing Lord Dio laid across his bed, book in hand. His red eyes look over to you and beckons you forward. You move over to him and stand on the side of the bed, your eyes glued to the bed, refusing to look him in his eyes.

"That means he likes you, and you won't end up dying possible. I would hate to see a kind girl like you go to waste."

Pucci's words were playing around in your head. Lord Dio wouldn't hurt you...would he? Would he kill someone? You knew he would, but you didn't think he would go as far as to murder any of his servants would he?

You were so deep in thought that you didn't hear Dio calling you.

"My Pet?...Did you hear me?"

You shook your head and looked at him "Huh?.." Dio chuckled before stating what he asked again.

“I was asking, how are you today, My Pet? I had business to attend to with those bastard Joestars in the neighboring kingdom.” He says, his voice soft and sultry, like music to your ears.

You shuddered at his voice before speaking.

“It was fine, I spent my day talking with Mariah and doing chores..nothing too special.” You answer, seeing Dio move closer. He places his book down and uses his hand to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Did my pet miss me? I’ve been neglecting you and I’m sorry for that.” He asks, with a playful tone behind it.

In reality you did miss him, you did miss the time that he usually spent with you, but after having the talk with Mariah you began to think differently about him. And on top of that, Pucci scared you. You didn't want to step out of line for fear that you would find out that he did kill his servants.

In this moment, you decided to nod slowly, earning a smirk from him.

Before you could blink, you yelped as Dio pulled you into the bed with him. You squeaked as your back hit the bed, and he was now on top of you. You tense up as you feel him get close to your neck, his arms wrapping around you to hold you in place.

“I can sense something is off.. Do you not trust me my Pet?”

“W-what do you mean?..” You whimpered out, nervousness filling your whole body as you watched him lift up from the crook of your neck. He brings his face close to yours, his lips ghosting over yours. You could hear yourself internally screaming at how close he was to you. Did he know what you were thinking? Could he smell fear? You didn't even want to know the answer to that last one.

“Do you doubt my love and care for you? Do you think my eyes are wandering to others, pet?”

He asks, and he doesn’t really give you a chance to answer before he presses his lips to yours. His hands go to press your wrists against the bed. Dio’s kiss was one filled with passion, one that was enough to take your breath away from you. It was like all your worries were sapped away in that moment. Signed and secured with that kiss.

In this moment, he was making you feel wanted. Moving from your lips to whisper sweet nothings to you, telling you exactly what you wanted.

"I can sense that you don't trust me...but I promise whoever put those thoughts in your mind will be dealt with." He whispers, moving down to your neck, planting soft kisses here and there, earning soft whimpers from you.

He had a way of getting you to melt like putty in his hands once again, everytime he sensed you stepping out of line, Dio would always do this.

He couldn't have you ending up like HER...

Telling you that you were the only one he wanted, that he wanted to marry you and make you his Queen. He wanted you to rule beside him.

Dio needed you...he CRAVED you..

The Male didn't know what the hell you were doing to him, but he knew he had to do anything in his power to keep your eyes from wondering from anywhere else.

Dio leaned down to your ear again, his warm breath tickling your ear as he whispered to you.

"You're my special little pet.."

What's wrong with him telling a little white lie in order to get you to stay?

At that moment…

You believed him.

He made you feel...Special...

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It had been a few weeks from that encounter with Lord Dio, and you had a few more after that.

He would whisk you away from your duties and tease you, he wanted you and only you. He was risky with it too. Sometimes coming while you're preparing with others and hoist you up onto the counter, he'll steal a kiss right then and there, smirking at the others who dared look.

You were his and you weren't going anywhere, so any maids that were making any plans better not had added you to their little schemes.

He would make that known around other maids in the castle.

So it confused you when you saw one of the new recruits continuously coming in and out of his chambers recently.

Olivia was her name, and she came from the castle town, so she was a bit higher ranking than the rest of you.

Rumors had it that she was the daughter of a noble who owed Lord Dio, so in return he gave his daughter to him so that his debt was cleared.

She was a pretty blonde haired, blue-eyed girl, a nice body and was everything a man could want.

So it was troubling you when you saw how much time she was spending with Dio.

It started when she first arrived. She introduced herself to you, genuinely being nice to you. But when she found out you were basically Lord Dio's Chamber Maid she gave you a disgusted scowl.

She would call you horrific names behind you back and sometimes to your face. She made it no secret her disdain and jealously for you.

So she began to do the tasks that you were asked to do, sometimes she would eavesdrop on your conversations with Pucci and Mariah. She would rush to do them so she could get praise from Dio, but she expected you to be scolded for not doing them.

She was pissed when she saw that Dio still held favoritism for you, he would simply promote you. Having be Pucci's assistant instead of a chamber maid.

Hell you didn't care, you got paid more and still was his favorite.

But Olivia...she couldn't stand it.

You knew she had something planned as today, Lord Dio was holding an event, he invited other nobles and Royalty from other lands and she was supposed to be helping you set it up.

“Hey, Y/n.” You looked up from your decorating task to see Mariah, she gave you a sober smile before handing you some papers.

“Please deliver these to lord Dio. I tried to go earlier, but he wasn't there.”

You took them from her and stood up from your task dusting your dress off.

“Of course! I’ll be right back then.”

Mariah watched you walk off and her face morphed to a frown, she knew he was in there. She knew who he was with, and she hated for you to find out like this, but she couldn’t risk someone like you ending up like some of the others.

Earlier when she had went to deliver what was the revised guest list to Dio she heard some strange noises from the chambers.

Normally, Mariah could care less if she busted in his room. So just like she would normally did, she entered without knocking and her eyes widened. Quickly turning on her heels she would run a hand through her head, a yell of frustration would leave her lips.

Oh but not at what she saw, but for you.

She knew you wouldn't take this well, but she need you to open up your eyes. She saw you heading down the path of endlessly chasing after a man who will just hop from woman to woman without a care in the world.

And she refused to let you be one of them.

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You hummed to yourself as you walked down the hall to Lord Dio’s chambers, you were actually very excited for this event. It would be your first time meeting anyone else besides your few friends in the castle. So you could not wait to meet everyone and tell them about your time here.

You beginning to wonder if what Pucci told you was really true. If anything Dio was becoming more and more romantic as the days passed.

You were excited to go to his room and tell him all about what you had planned for the guests, just as he had asked for you to do.

When you approached Lord Dio’s door you went to knock but saw it open. You were about to walk in but nearly bumped into someone

That someone was Olivia, barely dressed, only Lord Dio’s Robe wrapped around her body. It appeared that she had bitemarks and hickies along her neck and a smirk plastered on her face.

She looked you up and down before her smirk widened.

“Y/n! Miss Mariah said you were supposed to be sending some stuff for My Lord. I’ll take it from here.” She say happily, taking the documents from you hands.

You stared at her before shaking your head.

“Are you alright? You’re covered in marks..” You asked, half concerned, but not because you wondered if she was hurt, it was to confirm what scenario was playing in your head.

She looks at herself before a look of smugness comes over her features,

“Ah, these…just had a meeting with Lord Dio about the even this evening! I’m alright Y/n! Thank you for asking!” You gave her a nod before quickly turning on your heels to go back where you came.

You heard her giggling as she went back into his chambers, the door closing with a hard slam.

You could hear Lord Dio's deep voice calling her back over and her giggles faded into something else.

"Miss Y/n!"

"Y/n!"

You didn't even care about who was calling your name.

You just needed to get away from this room. This area...This place...

You held in your tears, refusing to let them fall. Instead you let your feet carry you to Mariah’s quarters, you couldn't even tell who calling you as you were in an autopilot.

When you reached Mariah’s room, it was like she was already waiting for you. Once you closed the door behind you, you ran into her arms finally allowing your tears to stream down your face.

Mariah held you in her arms as she heard your sobs, they pained her severely.

She knew you pain, she knew it all too well, as she saw this same sequence of events play out with another dear friend of hers.

Her name was Isabel.

Isabel was just like you, bright eyed and bushy tell, eager to give her all to Lord Dio. And unlike you, she allowed him to take her fully, her entire life was dedicated to Dio.

There wasn't a day when Isabel wasn't talking about Dio, and back then...Mariah was happy for her. She encouraged her dear friend to go for it, allow herself to be loved by the blonde and see what would happen.

But just like you...she was soon replaced by the newcomer. A fresh face, and a new woman Dio could Manipulate.

Isabel was heart broken, but more than anything was angry...

And you know what they say...

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...

Isabel stood up to the male, confronted him and refused to allow herself to fall for his tactics. She wasn't gonna come crawling back to him anymore. She told him that she was leaving, that she wanted no more of this.

And when she did that, she vanished.

No one ever saw her again, and they were ordered to never speak of her ever again.

But everyone remembers, and Mariah refuses to forget.

She made it her goal to prevent young women from ending up like her, serving the very male who ruined her dear friend, doomed to see how he plays around with people’s emotions just to get what he wanted. Never speaking of her friend.

“I-i thought he only wanted me… I thought he..he meant everything he said Mariah…!” You sobbed,.

Mariah moved the two of you to her bed. She sat down and allowed you to cry on her shoulder, she rubbed your shoulders as you sobbed, your cries getting louder and louder.

“I-i should’ve listened to you Mariah..I should’ve..I’m so sorry..”

“What? Don’t you apologize.”

She grabs your face and forces you to look at me. “Listen to me. We’re gonna get you out of here. Because frankly, i’m sick and tired of you being treated like shit. "

You rubbed your eyes, "B-but what about you?.."

Mariah scoffs. "And let more girls fall to his schemes? I'm staying...but.." She stops herself and rubs her temple.

She sighs then she rubs your face in with her hands.

“Has Lord Dio told you about the Joestars?” You nodded.

“Aren’t those the guys he hates?” Mariah nods.

“I’m friends with one of the advisors there, I’ve been in contact with her for a while, she knows about your situation, and one of the Prince’s have agreed to come and get you.”

You gasp and a smile appears on you face as you hug Mariah. Mariah grins and hugs you back before pulling away.

“And don’t worry, I’ll be behind you every step of the way.” She explains and you nod at her words.

"I'll make sure you get out of here..."

Your heart was in pieces, but the prospect of leaving and going to another kingdom was on the horizon and you did not mind it at all.

You would have to get into contact with your mother and move her to the kingdom as well, so that she could be safe. You felt if you left the Lord Dio would probably do something to your family for disobeying him.

And not only that, part of your heart was crumbling. As there was a small piece of you who wanted to talk to him and just ask him why. As him why use you and fuck with your emotions.

You and Mariah decided you would enact your plan during the event tonight, as that would be the best, you could leave with the crowds of people and never look back. Mariah had to keep tell you that she would be fine, and that you shouldn't worry about her.

But even as you went over it several times, you still felt horrible for leaving her behind.

Later in that evening, you headed back to the servants quarters to prepare for tonight to see all the maids in there happily opening boxes.

“Oh Y/n! Lord Dio gave us all new dresses to wear to the event!” One called out to you and you nodded at her.

As you expected when you walked over to your bed, there was nothing on there for you. You sighed softly as you walked over to pack your bags.

Olivia walked over with hers in her hand with a smile. “Look at how beautiful these dresses are! Lord Dio has certainly out done himself!” She then looks down at you packing.

“What about you Y/n?” She asked and you averted your eyes.

“The gracious Lord did not give me one. But that’s alright, Lady Mariah is giving me one.” You say blankly and her smile droops a bit.

“Oh..well where are you going? Do you have an order from him?” She asked, walking back over to her bed. "Isn't the party about to start? So why are you packing a ba-"

“I’m going to visit my mother. It’s been a while since I came to the castle, so I would love to go home and have a good time with her. And frankly it's none of your fucking business.” You say flatly before closing your suitcase.

It got quiet before Olivia scoffed and muttered a "bitch..." under her breath.

You sat on your bed watching all the other girls get changed into the dresses that they were given. It seems Lord Dio wanted all of his servants to dress a certain way, they had various colored ballroom like gowns in different styles.

Your eye fell to Olivia’s, who wore a pretty yellow dress, one that matched the suit Lord Dio wore very often. You rolled your eyes at this and decided to go get ready. You watched as everyone else left out as you went to the bathroom, the only one left was Olivia who was still in the mirror getting ready.

You were in the bathroom when you heard someone else come into the room.

"What the hell do you have on?"

You jumped at the agressive tone that entered the room.

It was Lord Dio and he sounded...pissed?

You decided to be quiet and listen to the conversation, doing your best not to make any noises.

"Oh! I'm wearing the dress that Pucci gave to me-"

"It wasn't for you.

You nearly gasped, quicky putting a hand over your mouth, but it seemed like someone heard you regardless.

"Whoever is in there better come out. I don't appreciate eavedroppers."

You were debating on coming out because you had avoided Dio for the rest of the day after talking with Mariah. You couldn't bare to see him knowing that you were planning your leave.

"I said come out now."

Sighing, you decided to exit the bathroom, bowing in apology to Dio. When you raised your head you saw his eyes scanning your body.

Mariah had given you a black bodycon dress that had belonged to her best friend. She wanted to pass it on to you as it would 'allow her spirit to do what she couldn't'. You matched it with silver earrings and a necklace that you had as a gift from your mother. The dress clung to your body and left nothing up to the imagination, so Dio's scowl turned to a smirk.

"My My, My little Pet has out done herself.." He finally spoke, leaving Olivia's side and coming over to you. You tensed as he snaked his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. You peeked around him to see Olivia who was fuming, and you internally smirked at her anger.

"Olivia."

You watched her perk up at him calling her name only to see her face fall at his words.

"Leave. I need to have a moment with Y/n."

Olivia stomped her foot, "But Lord Dio! I-"

Dio quickly turned back to her, a dangerous glare on his face. Olivia quickly shut up and left the room, slamming it behind her.

Dio then turned back to face you and wasted no time coming closer to you. "So...where did you get this piece? It's far better than anything I could have picked out for you." He says softly.

You keep backing away and end up falling back onto your bed, and Dio takes this opportunity to get between your legs, riding your dress up to your thighs.

"L-lord Dio! This is-" He cut you off with a hard kiss to your lips. His hands went to grip yours, pinning them to the bed. You pulled away from his kiss about to speak only to feel his lips on your neck.

It didn't help that he was grinding against you, causing the heat to build up between your legs.

You did your best not to let moans slip past your lips as he continues his assault on your neck. But no matter how hard you tried, your body fought against your brain and a soft moan left your lips.

You could feel Dio shudder at that before he stopped, sitting up and gripping your chin with his hand roughly.

"After this night...I'm making you mine. I'm tired of you teasing your master like this. Dressing like this when you know others will have their eyes on you.." He smirks down at you. You were still in shock over what had just taken place so you didn't reply to him fast enough.

Dio gripped your chin again, this time applying pressure, earning a wince of pain out of you.

"Do I make myself clear?"

You nodded and He smirked before finally getting off of you.

"Now go ahead and straighten yourself up. Look presentable for me darling."

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To say it was a big event was an understatement.

Apparently Lord Dio was celebrating some accomplishment, which explained why he wanted all the servants to dress alike. You however could not care less.

You were focused on leaving, especially after what just happened.

You were standing alone before being approached by the whiney broad herself, Olivia.

"Hey." You ignored her. She didn't like that so she decided to push you nearly sending your over.

"What the fuck Olivia?"

"Answer my question." She demanded and didn't give you a chance to answer.

“Are you jealous of me Y/n?” She suddenly asked and you raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I heard how you were Lord Dio’s favorite before I came along, You’re jealous because he no longer wants you and wants to marry me instead!” She accused and you only gave her a short laugh.

“Oh, you know, I am. But not as much as I used to be." You answered and she didn't like that answer.

"Face it, You are just mad that Lord Dio loves me more than he does you?"

You decided to burst her bubble.

"Oh yeah? Then why did he kick you out the room to kiss me, grind against me and tell me he's gonna make me his tonight?" You snapped back at her, glaring as you saw her gears turning in your head.

"You?! Lord Dio would never fuck a half pinted ass bitch like you"

"Apparently he does. But you can have him. I don't want him."

"OH?! Well I'm gonna tell him exactly what you said so he can kick your ass to the curb!! You just don't like that he's close with me!"

"Mhm..keep yelling."

“You’re just a jealous little bitch! You-”

“I think you heard her. She’s not interested in Brando.”

You jumped at the deep male voice that came from behind you. Olivia looked behind you and immediately bowed

. You were confused at to why she suddenly stopped but you saw a shadow loom from behind you. You watched as her face morphed from one of smugness to fear.-

“O-oh…My apologizes Prince Kujo..” She then lifted her head to glare at you before leaving.

You turned around to see a tall, dark and brooding male standing next to a what could be described as a cheerful ball of sun.

“Oh we finally found you! My you are really pretty! Isn’t she pretty Jotaro?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty.”

The girl came up to you and shook your hand.

“You can call me Evan! I’m the Joestar Royal Advisor! And I’m Mariah’s friend!” She introduces and she smiles happily at you.

“This brooding hulk beside me is Prince Jotaro Kujo! The eldest prince of our land.” You look over to Jotaro just to admire him for a second.

He was tall, very tall, probably about 6’5 in height, he wore a white suit that was adorned with different golden charms. His hat seemed to be fused with his hair and his blue eyes were off somewhere else in the crowd. He was handsome....very handsome.

You can see why some of the girls were talking about him, he definitely not a bad sight to see. You couldn't take your eyes off of him and you probably wouldn't have if Evan wouldn't had taken you from your thought.

“Why don’t you two go off and talk! We’re not leaving out until everyone else does, so it’ll be better for the two of you to get to know each other.” Evan announces.

“I’ll go let Mariah know we found you!”

Evan then goes off in the crowd and the prince sighs before grabbing your hand and leading you off to the balcony.

You quietly went along, the noise of the people slowly drowning out as the two of you reaching the balcony.

“Are you alright?” Jotaro’s deep voice cuts through your thoughts and you don’t even know how to answer honestly.

“To be honest...I don’t even know your highness..” You finally admit, going and leaning on the balcony.

“I thought I was okay...but now I realize…I was a fool. I should’ve listened to my mother..” You feel the tears welling up in your eyes again. You refused to cry over him again.

"God he loves playing with my emotions..I got so happy when he was alone with me..but I guess he was only doing that to make her jealous.."

“H-he made me feel loved….he made me feel so special…” You mumble out feeling the tears run down your cheeks again.

"God I felt so stupid...I was so dumb.."

You could feel your body begin to shake, you didn’t want to break down in tears in front of the Prince, but it seemed no matter how hard your body tried to fight the tears, they kept coming.

All you saw when you closed your eyes was his stupid fucking face smirking down at you.

You felt a hand grab your shoulder and was pulled into a tight hug by the Prince. You stood quiet, feeling his hand rub the center of your back. “I’m sorry...I’m not good with words…” He says softly and you chuckle slightly at that.

It was a comforting feeling to be in the Prince’s arms. To find relief in someone you barely even knew sounded absolutely stupid, but in this moment you didn’t care at all.

“I’m shit at words...but I promise..." He started, making you pull away from his hug to look up at him.

“I promise you’ll find someone who makes you feel special again…”

—--(pov switch)----

Dio was highly annoyed.

Scratch that, he was fucking pissed.

Everyone was supposed to be in one place, but of course he couldn’t find one of his most trusted servants when he needed her the most. No not Olivia, he needed Y/n.

It was bothering him that he couldn’t find the girl when she normally was always around him.

All of sudden she went from being on his arm, to barely coming to visit him in his chambers. She only came when she was needed or asked to do a task.

He also didn’t like how close she was getting with Mariah. Don’t get him wrong, she was one of his royal advisors, but he felt like she had something up her sleeves whenever he saw her around Y/n.

All he needed was his cute little Y/n to be by his side during this. He wanted her..no NEEDED her. She was his everything. He was everything she was and more.

So when he got her alone earlier, he couldn't help himself. She was dressed up to cutely, he wanted to just take her right there. But no, he had to control himself, he knew she was questioning his love for her.

So he had to make his move tonight.

“Hol horse.” He called, a blonde male appeared at his side and tilted his hat towards him.

“Yes, Lord Dio? You need me?” He asked in a southern drawl-like accent. Dio nodded.

“Have you seen Y/n? I need to ask her a question.”

“Yeah, Last I saw ‘er she was with that Joestar prince.”

This made Dio sit up from his seat surrounded by piers. “Excuse me?” He asked, insinuating for him to speak again. Hol Horse nodded.

“Oh yea! Me and Vanilla were greeting the guests like ya told us to do when we saw her arguing with Olivia ‘bout something, she then went to the balcony with that Joestar prince.”

Dio stood up from his seat and motioned for Pucci to follow him, the priest sighed as he knew where this was going. Hol Horse watched as the male angrily marched off, leaving confused guests around him.

Dio made his way through the crowd and to the balcony with Pucci in tow with him.

His beloved little pet, seen around with that Joestar may give people the wrong idea.

Y/n meant a lot to him and to hear her being around Jotaro made his anger nearly boil over.

He couldn’t stand that damned Joestar bastard, he couldn’t stand any of them. They always made themselves out to be better than him. Dio built his empire out of nothing, while theirs was passed down to them by that annoyed bastard Jonathan.

He wished that old fuck would die off already..

But that was besides the point. When he reached a certain spot in the crowd he looked around and his eyes widened. Hol Horse was not lying to him at all.

His Y/n was in the arms of that damned bastard of a Prince. He appeared to be telling her something, and she smiled in response to it. Pucci bumped into the back of Dio, peering behind him he saw what he saw and cleared his throat.

“Would you like me to go talk to her, My Lord?”

Dio was speechless, and appeared hurt?.. That was an emotion the Lord had not felt since his late mother passed, and that was years ago. So why was he so hurt seeing Y/n with another male?

She was just another servant he played around with, well she was playing hard to get that is. Much different than anyone who came before and after her.

Dio snapped back to reality and simply nodded to Pucci.

He was not going to let her fall through his fingers that easily.

—-(back to our beloved y/n)-----

You allowed yourself to be held by Prince Jotaro for a little longer as he told you more about his Kingdom.

He told you how he inherited the throne from his Grandfather, King Joseph, as his mother willingly gave up the throne to him. He explained how he had a great love for the ocean and that he often spent much time beside the shore.

“That sounds wonderful, I’ve never seen the ocean before..” You admit and the prince gives you a soft smile.

“Perhaps I could show you one day...it’s really beautiful...a really peaceful sight.” He responded and you nodded along.

Prince Jotaro seemed like a sweetheart. He was a bit on the quiet side, but listening to him it seemed like he really cared for his family a lot. He spoke of his citizens in a nice way and really seemed to enjoy ruling alongside his family.

You told him how you only had your mother, who was sickly and that’s how you ended up working under Dio. Jotaro chuckles as you told him that your mother wanted you to work for his family instead. “Well I can still arrange that...Your mother seems like she cares for you..” He says and you shake your head.

“I couldn’t your highness, you’re already helping me leave, that would be ask-”

“Miss Y/n. There you are.”

You turned your head to see Pucci, Dio’s right hand man walking up. You sigh and pull yourself from Jotaro’s warm embrace, turning to face him.

“Yes Pucci? Is there something you need?” You questioned, clearly annoyed that he interrupted the conversation with the prince.

“Lord Dio requests your presence.”

“Oh does he now?”

Pucci seemed taken aback by the snarky reply but shook his head, “Yes, He wants to see you now. It’s an urgent matter.”

You felt your anger bubbling up in your body and you felt yourself about to yell but Evan slid in between the two of you. “Pucci~ It’s been a while hasn’t it?” She quickly says, stepping directly in front of you. Pucci groaned at the bubbly girl.

“Move out the way Evan. My Lord requires his servants presence.”

“God, his servant? No addressing by first names? Or is that reserved for that little miss Olivia he’s been fucking huh?” She snarks, crossing her arms, earning a shocked expression from Pucci.

“How do you-"

His eyes quickly averted to yours and you glared back at him.

You knew everything.

“Because word gets around~. We all knew Dio was a lying, cheating, no good bastard but damn I didn’t think he was gonna hop on the pussy train that quickly."

Evan's vulgar words caught you off guard, but you snickered a bit seeing Pucci's shocked face and Prince Jotaro shaking his head.

"Ooo! Ooo! Wait! Or as it because Y/n wouldn’t sleep with him~? Or was it the fact that Y/n reminded him or dear 'ol Isabel~” She pressed, and that got a response from Pucci.

"Don't you dare mention that Broad in this estate ever again! She is nothing her!"

Evan only smirked at him loosing his cool and waved bye grabbing your hand.

“Anyways. Tell Dio if he wants to see Lady Y/n, it’ll have to be on her own terms~! Bye bye~”

Evan snatches you away with Prince Jotaro following close behind leaving a confused Pucci on the balcony. Evan was angrily muttering to herself as Jotaro walked along side her.

“Evan..calm down-”

“I AM CALM YOUR MAJESTY!”

“....”

“Sorry…i just fucking despise that blonde bitch and his dick riding subordinates.”

You chuckled at Evan’s angry as you were pulled through the crowd. Once you reached outside the grand ballroom, You were greeted by Mariah.

Mariah smiled at you, “Well, it seems you are acquainted with those two. What took so long?” Evan groaned.

“Enrico dickriding Pucci,” She barks before looking over at You. She then sighs before placing her hands on your shoulders.

"I can sense that you're not ready to go yet...are you Y/n?"

Jotaro speaks up from behind Evan. You looked over at him and sighed, "I-i want to...but I need answers..especially after seeing his reaction to Evan mentioning Isabel.."

Jotaro seems to look off to the side, "Yea..Izzy was really important to all of us."

Evan looks at you dead in the eyes, "We don't want you to become another her. God we don't want that. Isabel wanted answers too.."

"And she ended up six feet fucking under." Jotaro muttered.

Evan then lets go of your shoulders. "Me and Jotaro are staying here until you feel like it's safe enough to leave. I overheard your arguement with Olivia that Lord Dio wants to meet with you tonight..right?"

Mariah raises an eyebrow, "Y/n...why does he want to meet you?"

You look at Mariah, "He wants...He.." Evan pulls you into a hug and finished your sentence. "He want's to fuck her and use her since Olivia is mad at him right now."

"Are you seriou-"

“So you’re really gonna leave because Lord Dio doesn’t love you anymore?”

The four of you turned to see Olivia standing there, anger plastered on her face.

Evan nearly screamed at her, but Jotaro slammed a hand over her mouth before words could leave her lips.

You didn't look at her and Olivia just smirked at you.

“You’re pitiful, you know that Y/n. You’re mad that Lord Dio chose someone else, so you think running off to another kingdom will save your little emotions.” She insulted and then looked over at Mariah.

"The only reason Mariah is helping you is because you remind her of that whore of a best friend that died."

You looked over to Mariah who was now looking down at the ground. Evan got out of Jotaro’s grasp and put her hands around her best friend. “You shut your goddamn mouth whore!” She yelled at her, Olivia only laughed at Evan.

"You'll be just like her if you continue to chase after Dio." Jotaro spoke up, Olivia only rolled her eyes at his words.

“Gosh you’re all so pathetic. Have fun in the Joestar kingdom. You’re never gonna find another male who makes you feel like lord Dio made you.”

“You’re gonna spend the rest of your life chasing that high, chasing after that dream of feeling special to someone else and you’ll never get it. How can you feel special without him?”

You turned on your heel and moved to leave out, Evan following behind with Mariah. Jotaro soon followed behind you.

You chose to ignore her, because deep down you knew you were going to be special to someone again.

You didn’t want to follow her up because you knew her time was coming, she was gonna be replaced soon enough, and when that happened.

You hoped that you could be there so you could laugh at her failure.

Right now you needed to leave and clear your head, to really decide if it was worth it to get answers out of him.

Olivia seemed upset that you turned your back on her, she growled and stomped her foot. “DON’T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME Y/N! YOU’LL NEVER BE ANYTHING TO ANYONE!!” She yelled out.

“YOU HEAR ME!? YOU’RE NOTHING!! YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ANYONE!!”

“YOU’RE NOTHING!!”

Olivia was left screaming at nothing as she watched you walk away with The Prince and his advisor. She let out a scream of frustration and ran back into the ball room.

Olivia walked over to her fellow maids and plopped down in her seat angrily. One of them, a kind girl named Rose, asked her what was wrong. “That bitch Y/n just left!” She snapped at her and Rose gasped.

“W-wait. What do you mean she left!?” Rose whisper/yelled, knowing that Vanilla Ice, who was standing close by could possibly hear.

But Olivia could care less at this moment, she was more mad at the fact you turned your back on her. How dare you turn your back on the future queen of this land!?

“She left. She was jealous of my relationship with Lord Dio and got all pissy and upset. She decided to leave with Prince Kujo”

“Prince Kujo? Man she’s lucky..” Another one of the maids said.

“Oh yea..very lucky, that man is so handsome and big..”

“Rumor has it he’s packing downstairs too!”

“Well it has to match the body!”

“Are you guys serious right now!? She just left Lord Dio!!” Olivia snapped again, this time catching the attention of Vanilla Ice.

One of the other maids shrugged, “And?”

“And?? What do you mean AND!?”

That same maid looked at all the others, “We all know Lord Dio is only going to choose one person, so why not leave for someone you know is going to have you as their number one instead number twelve?” She says and the others nod.

Olivia just scoffs and sits back in her seat, “You all have all lost your minds.” She muttered.

Vanilla Ice, who was listening in to their conversation and quickly went to Lord Dio, who had long gone to his quarters.

He could hear him yelling and tossing things about in his room from here so he knew that the news he had to tell him was not going to make things any better.

Opening the door, Vanilla saw Pucci standing beside Dio who was pissed to say the least. “My Lord.” Vanilla starts, and Dio looks at him. “What do you want, Vanilla? Can’t you see that I'm talking with Pucci?!” He barks and Vanilla utters out an apology before continuing.

“Yes My lord, I apologize, but it seems Miss Y/n has left the building.”

Dio froze in his spot. “Excuse me? She what?” He asked, coming closer to him. “She what!?” He yelled and Vanilla sighed. “I don’t know where she has gone, but I overheard some of the other maids talking about it.”

Dio slammed his fist into his dresser before letting out a loud yell, “Cancel this event! I want everyone out!” He orders and the two males nod before quickly leaving.

Dio runs a hand through his hair as a groan falls from his lips. How could he let you slip through his fingers so easily? You were his and his alone, no one else's.

He made sure that you had anything you wanted, that you were by his side 24/7. So why the hell were you gone?

Dio sits down on his bed and decides to make a plan, but while he’s thinking, his mind can’t help but go to the time where you first came to work for him…

It was about half a year ago when he first laid eyes on you. You were in a new line up servants brought to the castle. You were bright eyes and bushy tailed, never having a problem with following an order that he gave.’

Whenever he sent you out on errands you came back as fast as possible, always coming back with what he needed and more.

You never complained or was disrespectful to him, you were perfect.

Dio always had plans to pursue you from the moment he gazed upon you, he’d dream of having you beside him, being his wife/queen and only being his.

Dio was attracted to the way that you carried yourself, you didn’t fall for his advances so easily like many who came before you. You were humble and never asked for much from the male. And that was what drew Dio close to you.

Not only that, you reminded him of his dear Isabel.

So head strong...so disobedient. When all he wanted was to give her the world...

He could have any woman he wanted, he had daughters of many nobles waiting in line to be his wife, but he was chasing behind you, a lowly servant.

So to try and get a reaction out of you, he brought in Olivia, She was the daughter of a nobleman Dio did business with. Olivia was far from what Dio wanted in a woman, she was whiny, too clingy and wasn’t very helpful.

All she wanted was the title of queen, she was after the riches and nothing else. Dio knew this very well, and thinking that him having a relationship with her would make you jealous. He thought you would get possessive over him and come show everyone who he truly belonged too.

But he was wrong, that seemed to only chase you away from him. And the annoying bitch didn’t make it any better, rubbing it in her face, especially when word got out amongst servants that he had slept with her.

And how in the hell did that damned Joestar know!? His royal advisor better be lucky he wasn't there or else she would've been dead.

He was pacing back and forth when he heard the door creak open, he turned to see Rose, she was one of the older maids around here. She was practically shaking as if something had happened to her.

“Lord Dio, I have something to tell you.” She says, keeping her eyes glued to the floor.

“Speak then. Though I should punish you for entering unannounced.”

Rose let out a squeak of fear before answering.

“M-miss Y/n left with P-prince Jotaro…”

Dio stood up off his bed, the poor maid didn't even have time to react before Dio had a hand around her throat. She couldn't even scream as he was crushing her neck.

"SHE WHAT!?"

Rose could only scream in pain before he dropped her to the ground.

"Speak dammit!? My Y/n is where!?" He yelled and Rose's hand went to her throat, she cried as she backed up against the wall to get away from Dio's wrath.

"S-someone s-saw he leave with the Prince and his advisor! Olivia w-went to try and stop her...but she left..." She croaked out. She jumped in fear that Dio was going to hit her again but instead He yelled for Pucci.

The priest walked in to see Dio in a rage, and see Rose on the floor in pain.

Dio turned to Pucci and pointed.

"Search every part of this damned kingdom until my y/n is brought back to me."

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May or may not be continued..it was a fic idea i just had to get out of my head! But if you all enjoy it then I will continue it! For the next fic it'll be either Obey Me or another JJba one! Idk yet. Anyways, Hope you enjoyed~

evan out~!

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#jjba x reader #jjba fanfic #jjba au #dio jjba #dio x reader #dio brando x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #jjba x you #jjba x y/n #jjba scenarios #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #lxve's writings ^~^

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jakka-ningen · 3 years ago

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"At some point, Char's eyes came to hate the light"

If you kitbash the canons, Char messed up his own eyes by dilating them so he could wear his stupid helmet, and I think that's beautiful.

Please let me take you on this journey with me. (lol)

My friend, who had watched every non-parody Gundam involving Char Aznable before inviting me into the Universal Century fandom pit, introduced his character to me originally, explaining that he was hiding his face from his political enemies underneath that iconic helmet.

"Sure, but how does he justify just... wearing that? What's his excuse?"

"He tells people he's got some kind of eye problem. Really, it's that the guy whose identity he stole had brown eyes, and his are blue."

"There are no colored contacts in the space future?"

"IDK, maybe they'd adhere to your eyes weirdly in space."

...And I just accepted that. I occasionally wondered how much of his peripheral vision is cut off from the rather small size of his mask's eye-holes, but whatever, man, it's aesthetic. I didn't think too much more about it until, in the Zeta novelization (which I'm not finished reading), the narration in one of Char's POV chapters describes the Earth as seen from space as "too bright."

"What if he actually has an eye problem?"

As someone who has been told by my own eye doctor to make certain to wear sunglasses outdoors because "people with light-colored eyes are prone to long-term problems from UV exposure," I could see it if he actually had some sort of issue. Anecdotally, a lot of people with lighter-colored eyes suffer from light sensitivity, as well.

When I started reading The Origin, I became more convinced of this interpretation. For instance, during the "beach episode" segment, before we see Amuro reunite with his mom, Mirai and Sayla are lounging on the sand, and only Sayla, who has the same light blue eyes as her brother, is wearing sunglasses. She's been listening to her optometrist!

However, several more books in, there's a panel I cannot find at the moment where we see Char putting in eyedrops. With no actual proof that this is what he's doing—there are all sorts of reasons he might be using eyedrops; he could have seasonal allergies, for instance—I decide that he is just straight up dilating his eyes.

"...Is he... is he doing that so he can see out of his dumb visor?? Does he have to do that every day?? From the time he enters the military academy to the end of First Gundam??"

Although I reached this interpretation with very little supporting evidence, I don't need to be a medical student to figure out that, should I be correct in my assumptions, this is the definition of "play stupid games, win stupid prizes."

When I once again went back to reading the Zeta novelization, I was blessed with the great line, "at some point, Char's eyes came to hate the light."

"'At some point,' huh? Maybe from dilating his eyes every day for like three years...??"

Char Aznable is a doofus who messed up his own eyes and then did not put two and two together to figure out why "at some point" he happened to become hypersensitive to light. The combined narratives of Tomino and Yasuhiko have come together to give me this glorious gift. (lol)

When I suggested as much to that same friend who introduced me to Gundam, she theorized, "What if he suffers from migraines?"

"It'd be impressive that he ever gets anything done at all, if he's that prone to migraines. Let alone piloting murder-death-machines in space."

Whether he gets migraines or not, it's enough of an issue for him that he employs technology to help him avoid intense light sources. According to the Zeta novels, the sunvisors in normal suits' helmets can apparently dampen the light of the stars completely, allowing the wearer to only focus on the brighter, man-made structures. (I believe there are several times he's got his sunglasses on inside of his helmet in the TV anime, as well.)

At another point, we're told that the displays inside of the mobile suits have an automatic filter applied to the camera feed that, in real time, tones down the brightness of intense lights, such as those from explosions. In addition to keeping this filter in place, Char also manually dims the monitors' overall brightness. (Overriding a safety feature, if I'm reading that part properly, lol.)

Later, I got to thinking about Char's Counterattack. We see him occasionally slip on a pair of shades, but he spends the majority of the movie without anything covering his face. After all, Tomino goes out of his way in the Zeta novels to let us know that "his blue eyes were beautiful," and, as the charismatic leader of a rebel dictatorship, why not flaunt what you've got? (lol) Who cares if it means you keep getting migraines? I'm sure being in constant pain wouldn't inspire you to make any questionable policy decisions or anything…

Besides which, showing off his good looks helps differentiate him from the last space dictator, who was a bit of a potato. (Although Degwin also wore red and covered his eyes... Hm...)

Anyway, this has been my rant on Char Aznable's ocular health. A very important matter for Universal Century scholars, brought under the examining glass for the first time. May I never think of it again, lol.

#gundam #mobile suit gundam #zeta gundam #char's counterattack #char aznable #fuck around and find out but like with one's eyesight #this is really just my interpretation #please don't take this too seriously #but it is 100% my headcanon at this point

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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Have you ever done..

Middle blocker dick analysis? 🙌🥺👉👈 I love this series more than I should teehee 🤫

ohhhh this is a good batch there are so many,,, bless you for requesting it, and also, i’m very glad to hear that you’re liking this series!!!

pls my search history is so weird rn <//3

other versions: haikyuu captains dick analysis, haikyuu aces dick analysis, haikyuu setters dick analysis, jjk dick analysis

middle blockers done in the captains version: kuroo tetsurō

HAIKYUU MIDDLE BLOCKERS DICK ANALYSIS

hinata shōyō

okay the thing about hinata is i think he’s a grower!! like i firmly believe so. so maybe he’s 4.3 when soft, but it’s so satisfying gripping him so firmly in your hand and feel him harden and grow to like 6.2 inches. and it’s actually pretty thick too, like it’s a fat cock, you know? i feel like i need to answer this question with him too: does the carpet match the drapes? yes, it does. he does in fact have ginger pubes, but they’re like wayyy darker than his hair, so it’s nearly brown you know? can’t believe i just talked about some fictional guy’s pubes. he also doesn’t shave, but will trim sometimes, just to maintain it. dark pink tip and tan, flushed shaft, super veiny surprisingly!!! feels so nice when it’s in your mouth omg!

tsukishima kei

skinny penis skinny penis skinny penis. long but skinny. penis. it’s maybe 6.7 or 6.8 inches, and it does not curve at all. like he loves to sit somewhere like a couch or chair and just spread his legs for you, and his dick is stiff against his stomach, staring condescendingly down at you. bright, kind of pale pink tip, and pale shaft with only a few prominent veins. is he clean shaven? is he not? depends, which would piss you off more? also not a lot of his partners paid attention to this, but once you discovered that his balls are hella sensitive, you could not let that go. it’s his biggest, biggest weakness. just suck on them or squeeze and toy at them while sucking him off and he makes the cutest noises.

suna rintarō

definitely has a big dick. have you seen how large timeskip suna is? he is packing, i know it. he’s like 7.2 inches, nothing less and nothing more, i stand by this. head is so fat, and his dick is so hefty and heavy in your hands, like so heavy. i don’t know how else to describe it, it’s just so firm and sturdy to hold. very dark pink tip that it’s not really pink, you know? more of a color fading into his own skin color. his shaft is a little bit darker than his skin color. idk it’s just a very aesthetic dick, so pretty ngl. also it curves to the left, like slightly, but it’s noticeable. actually clean shaven, because yeah he’s lazy, but he’s very adamant on taking care of himself and making sure he’s clean, you know? have to mention that he loves to sight of you fucked out resting your head on his thigh, a mess of cum everywhere and his limp cock near you <333

matsukawa issei sincerely apologize for going off track w this one

holy fucking shit. holy shit. do i even have to? he is top 3 biggest dicks in haikyuu. he is so big, so fucking big. he’s definitely like 8.3 inches? and so much girth too? it’s literally a struggle taking him in. i think he actually was insecure about it for a little bit just cause so many people would back out of sex so quick when they saw his dick. at first it was flattering, but then it started to genuinely bother him. he’s definitely not gonna force anyone to do anything they’re uncomfortable with, and he understands cause it yeah it is big, but damn can’t a guy get his dick wet? :( do i have more to say about this? yes, but i choose to shut up. his dick is so gorgeous though, dark red tip and tan shaft, so so so veiny, and a happy trail from below his belly button to his trimmed pubes. breeder balls <333 such big balls <333

tendō satori

he’s definitely definitely 6.8 inches, skinny but long, and is so fucking good at what he does. like insanely good. the first push inside of you feels insanely good, just cause the way he has you, the way he’s pressing inside of you, the way he’s filling you up so well, the push of his hand against your lower stomach. yes, exactly. he’s very clean shaven, for the aesthetic i think, more than the convenience. pale, smooth shaft with no too harshly prominent veins (when he’s hard there are two very obvious ones) and as you approach the tip from the base a deep, red flush starts, darkest at the slit. is really into cumplay so, do with that what you will :)

haiba lev

7 inches. this himbo. my god. he knows his dick is long and also doesn’t know it, you know? like he has a concept of size, but also, at the same time, he keeps wincing whenever he enters you too early and you’re too tight like,,, what were you expecting? i think he just underestimates himself, you know? it’s a nice dick though! flushed shaft and a tip of similar shade, but slightly brighter. he shaves because he got so scared he would never get girls if he didn’t shave, poor baby </3 extremely sensitive all over, the shaft, the tip, his balls. everywhere. he came so early the first time you had sex omg. but when you’re giving him a hand job and you press and massage at the slit, he does a literal entire body shiver.

yamaguchi tadashi

apparently yams’s official position is middle blocker (aside pinch server), or at least that’s what wiki says. i’ll do him anyways! i really really really wanna go with yamaguchi having a big dick. like idk why but it’s satisfying to think about the fact that he might be bigger than people make him out to be, but i won’t go too overboard i guess :( he’s 6.5 inches, proportionately thick and long. it has the prettiest dark red tip, and it looks beautiful when his own face is flushed red just <333 dark tan shaft, and kinda veiny! he doesn’t really know whether to shave or not, but he tried it out once and preferred it so now it’s the norm for him!

hirugami sachirō

pretty dick pretty dick pretty dick. like such a bright, bright pink at the tip, and a pale shaft with a few veins!!! it’s honestly more cute than anything. not because he’s small! he’s like 6 inches, or 6.1, but it just. it’s cute, okay? he has great orgasm control surprisingly, and it’s so impressive. his dick just looks so kissable when it’s drooling and leaking so much, just the tip is so glossy and the shaft is so wet and slippery, and he literally ascends the moment you suck at his tip. clean shaven for sure for sure! he just prefers it that way, you know?

meian shūgo

fat dick fat dick fat dick. such a fat dick. thicker than it is long, maybe 6.5 inches? very girth-y, very veiny, breeder fucking balls, like he cums so much it’s insane. tan shaft, and a golden tip with the slightest flush tint. curves to the right!! and he’s not very clean shaven, but like it’s well maintained enough not to be bothersome you know!!! his favorite favorite favorite part is watching the way you stretch around him like he purposely doesn’t prep you exactly as much as you need because he wants it to be a bit of a tight fit. anyways :)

aone takanobu

another one of our monster cocks <3 he is just so. sweet though. like it took forever to convince him you actually were ready to take him because he was in denial that he’d fit, and it really was a very, very tight fit. he’s just big, length and girth wise. probably 8 inches??? like genuinely????? for a good while at the start he wouldn’t even push himself all the way in :( very pale shaft, veiny but it’s not dark veins, you know? and a very very bright pink bordering on red tip. clean shaven, of course he is???? considerate is his middle name are you kidding!!!!

kindaichi yūtarō

something about him says 5.2 inches and i don’t know why or what or how. he was so clueless on how to use it for the longest time, and he’s extremely sensitive too so that didn’t help his case. but honestly kindaichi is very giving, in the sense that he learns how to pleasure you very well, with his dick or without. golden light tip, and a light tan to the shaft. relatively veiny, and it curves to the right too!!! tip becomes really pink when he’s hard and leaking precum. also he trims very often and very well just cause he’s weirded out if it’s completely bare!

the saga continues 😼 hope i didn’t miss anyone and that you all enjoyed this, mwah <3

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darkomoth · 3 years ago

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Grief and Longing 2/4

TASM!Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Your memory loss sparks a debate on what to do with you now

Notes: I don't know how many more parts there will be or maybe this will be the end? idk yet

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Angst

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

The stranger is still holding onto you, his face is very close to yours. It’s hard to think of words, let alone say them, but eventually they come to you.

“Um…” You pull away from him slowly. “Who are you?”

The boy tilts his head, furrows his brows. It’s sorta cute. “What?”

“I said, who are you?” You take a step back to get a better look at him. He’s taller than you, messy brown hair and wide brown eyes.

“You don’t remember me? I mean- you don’t remember Peter?”

You shake your head. “Sorry, should I?”

You remember showing up in another universe. You remember fighting several villains, attempting to cure them and send them home. You even remember a nice young girl named MJ and her friend Ned as well as a tall wizard-man that assisted you through it all. What you don’t remember is this guy, apparently.

“What did you do?!” The boy yells over to Dr. Strange.

“It’s done. The spell’s been cast.” Is all he says in reply.

“Well fix it!” He says, clearly distraught.

Dr. Strange floats over to you both. “I can’t. What’s done is done, and it’s time for you both to go home.”

“But she doesn’t remember. She has no idea-” The boy says, desperate.

“It had to be this way. To fix the cracks in the multiverse. Everything is back to normal now.” Strange replies.

“Well, great.” You say with a smile, despite the shooting pain in your side. “Mission completed, right? So I better be off then.” You turn to the boy, who’s name you now assume is Peter, staring at you in bewilderment. “Good to meet you… I think?”

He pulls Strange off to the side, out of your ear-shot. “No no no, wait, she can’t stay like this.” He says in a quick, hushed voice.

“Y/N’s fine, I promise you. There will be no other side effects. In fact, I believe she should be better now.” Strange says, eyeing you while speaking to the boy.

“Better?”

“She has no memory of Peter. Not of being friends with him, not of falling in love with him, and not of his death. She’s free of her guilt now.”

Peter is silent for a moment. Is this what’s best for her? Is this also him technically getting what he wished for? Both of them having to start from scratch? But- no! It isn’t fair to her. Y/N didn’t choose this, she would never ask for this. He knows he wouldn’t.

“If you can’t fix it then… then let her come with me. Back to my universe.” Peter says.

“That’s not how it works-”

“If we all could get to this universe, then why can’t she come to mine?” He’s practically begging.

“Because she will be stuck there.” Strange replies, as calmly as possible. “If where you come from truly doesn’t have any magic then there will be no one to send her home.”

Peter’s at a loss for words. He hadn’t really thought of that. Deep down though, he selfishly didn’t care. He had to help her remember.

“Let’s let Y/N decide, then.” Peter says.

Strange gives him a pointed look, but ultimately concedes. “Very well.” They walk back over to you finally. You were starting to think they forgot about you.

“What’s up? You’re both looking very gloomy.” You say, attempting to keep the mood light. It’s not working.

Strange and Peter exchange a look. “I want to help you regain your memory.” Peter says.

“Uh… I don’t think that’s really necessary-”

Peter cuts you off, “You only think that because you can’t remember. Please, I just-” He sighs. “I just want to help you.”

You’re silent for a moment while you think it over. “Help how?”

“You would have to go with Peter, back to his universe.” Strange chimes in.

You look between the two of them with skepticism. “I couldn’t- I mean, well I have responsibilities back home. People.”

Peter’s heart drops. “People? A significant other?” He asks before he can stop himself. He hadn’t asked earlier if you had someone, he just assumed you didn’t- like him. Now he felt naive.

“No, not like that…” You say, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. Why is this guy interrogating you about your love life? Not that you’ve ever had much of one.

Peter lets out a breath of relief, “Oh. Then… please, just consider it? There’s a lot you don’t know and if I were in your position I know I would have to find out the truth.”

You don’t know what to think. You didn’t feel any different. But then, how would you know? Peter was right, of course. You were curious about this whole situation and about him. Were you two close? Just how close were you? You felt very conflicted.

“You’ll have to decide now.” Dr. Strange says suddenly. “The multiverse is closing.”

You paced for a few seconds, wringing your hands together, a nervous habit you had. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Peter asks.

“Okay, I’ll go with you.” You say.

Peter’s face lights up. He smiles and grabs your hand, “Thank you! Thank you, you won’t regret this, I promise.”

“I hope not.” You reply, suddenly feeling very nervous with this boy so close.

“Farewell.” Is all Dr. Strange has to say before you’re teleported somewhere new.

It’s Queens. You’re back in Queens and everything looks just about the same. A few things were off, but nothing very noticeable.

“Home sweet home.” Peter says. He’s still got your hand gripped firmly in his. He seems to notice that and shyly pulls away. “O-okay, so, we’ll go back to my place and uh… figure it out from there?”

“Sounds good.” You smile to try and ease the tension. With each step, your torso hurts more and more. Connor’s got a good swipe at you earlier, but luckily you weren’t still bleeding.

“No way.” You say under your breath as you approach the front door to Peter’s apartment. It’s your apartment. Like, the exact same. It could have been a coincidence? This guy could totally have just so happened to live in the same room, in the same apartment complex, in the same part of the city as you in your universe… right? Unlikely.

“What?” Peter asks, unlocking the front door and opening it for you. You step inside and look around. Fortunately the inside is pretty different from yours, decor-wise.

“Nothing- it’s just. This is exactly where I live back home.”

Peter looks at you in shock. Did that mean… did you and your Peter live together? He thought it best to keep that bit of information to himself for now. He didn’t want to completely freak you out in the first ten minutes of you being here.

“Huh, weird.” Was all he offered in response. “You want something to eat or drink? Maybe we should get you some new clothes. You didn’t really get the chance to pack.”

“Oh, right.” You said. You were still in your spider-suit, covered only by your favorite black denim jacket. As you start to take it off, Peter notices the red stains.

“Oh my god, I totally forgot about that!” He says hurriedly while rushing over to you. He wraps a hand around your wrist and leads you to his couch. “Here, sit down, I’m gonna go get the first aid kit.”

You sit down, “I’m really okay- I don’t think it’s even bleeding anymore.” You say, trying to calm him, but you may as well have been talking to yourself. Peter was back in less than a minute, his arms full of medical supplies, which he places on the coffee table in front of you.

“Still need to clean and wrap it. Uh… I’ll just- I’ll grab you some clothes of mine to borrow for now so that I can- yeah.” Peter says before walking down the small hallway to his room. He’s cute, you thought. Kinda awkward, definitely weird, but cute. The thought made you smile to yourself. You can’t remember ever feeling like this before, so then why does it feel so… familiar? Before you can think on it much longer, Peter’s back again, handing you a shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

“It might be a bit big on you, but uh I promise it’s temporary. We can go shopping today, actually, if you’d like. There’s a nice thrift shop just around the corner, u-unless you wanna go somewhere else, but I don’t actually have a car, so.” He’s rambling and scratching his head and not looking you in the eyes and it’s all very adorable.

“No problem.” You say, “Thanks for this, I’m gonna go change.”

As soon as you’re out of eye sight, Peter lets out a long breath. “What is wrong with me?” He whispers to himself in annoyance.

You get changed in your- his- bathroom. The clothes smell nice, like fabric softener and something distinctly Peter. You smile as you pull the white T-shirt over your head, wincing as it touches the wound on your side. Peter was right, it is too big on you. The gray sweatpants are easily held up with the string ties, fortunately, but the shirt hangs off you awkwardly. You lift it a little to check yourself out in the mirror. It’s not so bad, you think. Could’ve been a lot worse.

When you return to the living room, Peter’s sitting on the couch, bouncing his knee. He pats the spot next to him and you take that as your cue to sit there.

“Okay, just need to put some rubbing alcohol on it and then bandage it, shouldn’t take long.” Peter says, but he seems nervous.

“Right.” You say, lifting up the shirt just enough for Peter to get a clear view. There are three long gashes, red and raw. He takes a deep breath, steadies himself, and douses some cotton balls with the alcohol. He pauses before he reaches you.

“This is gonna hurt.” Peter says, apologetically.

“I know.” You give a small smile to let him know it’s okay. You’ve had to patch yourself up many, many, times before this.

Peter nods, then gingerly he wipes at your injury. You wince, sucking in a breath. He looks at you and mutters a soft ‘sorry’ before continuing his soft brushing.

Peter tries his best to focus on the wound. He tries to push out the thoughts of you in his clothes, your scent mixing with his. His hands are shaky, but he’s trying his best to be gentle so he doesn’t hurt you. Peter uses his left hand to keep your shirt lifted, his right one working on cleaning you up. Your skin is warm against his hands and his face gradually gets warm too.

After a few minutes, all of the dried blood is wiped away and your gashes are disinfected. Peter places a couple bandages on you and uses medical tape to secure it. “It should be good for now. We’ll have to redress this at least once a day.” He says, putting away the supplies.

“Thank you.” You say, grateful but also slightly flustered. You clear your throat and readjust yourself, pulling the shirt back down.

“Anytime.” Peter replies, smirk on his lips. He stops for a moment and looks at you. “How’re you doing? With all of this, I mean. Leaving your home, being in a new universe… I’m sure it’s a lot.”

You nod, “Right. Yeah, it is… a lot. I think I’m fine though. If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t leave much behind.”

Peter notices a far away look in your eye. You’re not fine, you just didn’t know it, he thinks to himself. “What about the uh- the people you mentioned? Will they be alright without you?” He hopes to jog your memory, even a little bit, about your Peter.

“Oh, right…” You say, feeling caught in a lie and more than a little embarrassed. “Uh- I only said that so I didn’t seem completely pathetic. I mean, I do know some people. To be honest, they’re more like acquaintances.” You let out a weak laugh. “My parents died when I was ten, then I was put into the foster system. No home ever stuck though. When I was eighteen, I used my savings to get myself a small apartment. Worked a few different jobs, tried to do college at the same time, but that was difficult to manage, especially with putting on the suit every night. So, really, I don’t think anyone will miss me. Maybe a few dying plants on my windowsill.”

Peter listened to your story, knowing that it wasn’t the full truth. Somewhere in there, you and your Peter met, became friends, fell in love, most likely moved in together. He was all you had in your life, it seems. And now you don't even have the memory of him. Peter’s heart broke for you, though you would never have any idea. Not unless he figured out a way to get you to remember.

“I’m sorry.” Peter says, reaching over to grab your hand. His thumb brushes across your knuckles and you feel so… comforted. You didn’t think you needed comforting until now. You’ve always been on your own and that was fine. Probably even for the best, considering your double life. But now, here with Peter, you felt like maybe you’d missed out.

“It’s uh- it’s ok. Thanks.” The silence is heavy. The two of you are too close, the air is warm, and your heart’s beating uncontrollably. Peter seems to notice this as well because he’s soon on his feet, pacing around.

“Right! Shopping time! Let’s get outta here.” Peter rushes around, disappears for a minute and comes back in different, less dirty, clothing. You’re just sitting on the couch, waiting. “Ready?” He asks.

“Born ready. Lead the way.”

Shopping with Peter is fun. He gives you the grand tour of the Royal Thrift Shop that he frequents (often enough for the employees to remember his name).

Peter opens his arms wide as if he’s showcasing a prize and says, “And this is the hat section, for all your lice-related needs.” That makes you laugh.

“Don’t think I’ll be needing that, though I think this one would look fantastic on you.” You pick up a big, fuzzy, cheetah-print hat and swiftly place it right on Peter’s head.

He poses a few different ways for you, “I think you’re right, and so long as we’re picking garments for each other, may I just say this would be,” Peter does a chef’s kiss motion, “mwah, perfect for you.” He’s holding up a prom-like dress. It’s purple and bedazzled and looks straight out of 2004.

“Ah yes, of course.” You say, taking it from him and holding it up to yourself. “This is certainly my style, how did you ever figure me out so quickly?”

Peter laughs hysterically, “Ah, spider-sense of course.”

“Didn’t know that extended to fashion. Mine only works for life-and-death scenarios, not fair.” You say, pretend-glum. It takes everything in Peter not to lean down and kiss the pout off your lips. He shakes that thought out of his head. ‘We’re here to shop,’ he thinks.

“Life’s not fair, that’s for sure. Now let's get you some outfits.”

You and Peter spend about an hour walking around the thrift store, making jokes and picking out garments. You ended up with four shirts, three pairs of pants, a pair of shorts, two jackets, and two pairs of shoes. You both stop by another store for hygiene products and undergarments, he blushed and tried not to look at you while you perused.

“Think that’s it. Can’t think of anything else I may need except you know, the obvious.” You say as you and Peter are walking back to his place.

“The obvious being…?” He asks.

“Well- I mean, I’ll need a place to live. I need like, a job and money. I didn’t really plan this out, you know?” Peter stops walking for a second, making you stop and look at him. “What?” You ask.

“No, it’s nothing, I just- well I figured you could stay with me?” Peter says, unsure of himself. He hadn’t even considered you going anywhere else, actually.

You tilt your head, confused, “Like… permanently?”

“I hadn’t thought about it, really, but… yeah. Uh, only if you want, that is. I could help you look for a job, we could split the rent, it would be a win-win. Honestly you’d be helping me out.” He’s rambling and fidgety and the whole thing makes a small smile grow on your face. He wants you to stay with him. You never had anyone want you before. You were silent a little too long apparently because Peter only looked more worried, “Of course, if you don’t I can help you apartment-hunt, though in this city that could be difficult-”

“I’d love to stay with you.” You say, grinning. Peter breaks out into one of his own.

“Good, great.” He says. Then he reaches for your hand and you both continue the walk back to the apartment.

When you get there, another discussion topic pops up in your head. What exactly didn’t you remember? You’d avoided bringing it up this whole day so that you and Peter could get settled, but the not knowing was eating at you. Peter was in the kitchen heating up some food for the both of you in the microwave and you were sitting at the island counter working up the courage to say something to him about it. ‘Hey, so who are you to me, exactly?’ or ‘Why did you want to help me?’ or maybe ‘What’s your last name?’ Yeah, that’d be a good start.

“What’re you thinkin’ about over there?” Peter asks, beating you to it. He’s leaning back on the counter and you look up at him.

“Nothing, just… I realized I don’t really know anything about you.” You say. Peter’s face falls a bit at that, but he’s quick to hide it.

“Well, what do you wanna know? I’m an open book.” Just then, the microwave beeps. He pulls the leftover pizza out and places a slice on a paper plate and slides it over to you.

“Thanks.” You take a bite and think about what you wanted to ask him. “What’s your last name?”

“Parker. You?”

“Y/L/N. How old are you?”

Peter pulls up a stool so that he can sit across from you. “Twenty-five. I finished college, became a photographer full-time, made enough to afford this palace.”

You laugh, “You must not be a very good photographer, then.”

“Ouch.” Peter says, mock-offended. “Words hurt, Y/N.” His smile betrays him, though. “What did you do as a day job back home?”

“I was a freelance artist. It was a pretty solitary career, I spent basically all of my free-time at home when I wasn’t out there, swinging around.” You say. “You know, for someone who claims that I forgot them, you don’t seem to know me very well.”

Peter falters for a moment, not sure what to say. “Yeah, about that. The Peter you forgot, it uh- it wasn’t actually me. I mean, he’s me, but from your universe.”

You furrow your brows, confused. “So we never really knew each other? I just knew someone who looked like you?”

Peter debates that in his head, “Yes and no. We met a couple days ago, we had some uh- conversations. Mostly about your Peter and how alike he was to me.”

“Was? So, this Peter from my universe, I’m assuming he died?” You ask, more and more curious.

“Yeah… from what you told it seems you and him were… close.” Peter says, choosing his words carefully. The last thing he wanted was to put pressure on you.

“How close?” You started feeling a bit sick, your heart pounds in your chest.

“You told me that you grew up with him, that he was your best friend, and that it eventually turned into something more.” He says it slowly, trying to gauge your reaction. He can’t read you though, you’re staring off to the side, wringing your hands together in your lap.

It takes a minute for you to form words. “Uh so this Peter Parker, I knew him my whole life?” You ask. Though it seemed rhetorical, Peter still nodded. “He was the only person I had and he’s dead. And now I have literally no idea who he was.” The realization of just how much you’d had taken away from you crashed into you, hard. Tears welled up in your eyes that you tried to blink away.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Peter says, reaching across to grab your hand. The act is familiar. It feels nice. “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling-”

“I have no idea what I’m feeling.” Your voice breaks a little. “It feels like… like there’s a hole in my chest and I don’t know how it got there or how to fix it. Like I’m constantly on the verge of remembering something important and then it slips away. Like waking up from a really great dream that you can’t get back to. I want to get back to it but I don’t think I can. Not ever.”

Peter squeezes your hand tighter, his chest aches and he swallows his nerves. “If your Peter was anything like me, and you seemed to think he was, then I can tell you that he loved you very much. He would have wanted you to be happy, in whatever way that meant.”

A tear slips out and you’re quick to brush it away. “God, sorr-”

“It’s okay.” Peter smiles. It’s funny, the way you repeat actions without knowing it.

“Thank you for uh- for being honest with me. I needed that.” You say. Suddenly Peter feels a bit guilty. He hadn’t told you everything. Not the part about you believing Peter’s death was your fault. He couldn’t tell you that, could he? It wouldn’t help at all, he knew it wasn’t true anyway, and there was nothing you could do about it now. You didn’t need the extra grief. Truly, it was the one good thing to come from this whole mess. Well that and…

“How ‘bout we watch a movie? Get our minds off everything for a while?” Peter says, already getting up and walking over to the couch.

“Yeah, sure.” You try to compose yourself, but it’s tough. You just learned some pretty heavy stuff about yourself and it was only the tip of the iceberg. A whole person was erased from your memory completely. He apparently meant a lot to you and there’s no chance of you ever meeting him or knowing all the things you ever did with him. All the nights spent talking, the dates, and classes… All of it, just gone.

Peter noticed you still sitting at the kitchen counter, head in your hands. He wasn’t sure what to do. He knew nothing he said would make this better. Even trying to think of what he’d want if he were in your shoes was impossible. He thinks he’d be inconsolable. Peter hopes that’s not the case for you. He walks over to you and, without thinking about it too much, wraps his arms around you from the back. You startle a bit, but quickly lean into it. Peter rests his head on your shoulder, “Come on, let’s go.”

You walk with him while he holds you all the way to the couch. He wraps the two of you in a large, warm blanket and presses play on the TV. The movie’s some comedy, nothing you’d ever heard of. It does help to distract you for a bit. An even better distraction is the boy right next to you whose arm is slung around your shoulders. It’s dark outside and you can hear the pitter-patter of rain on the window. You never felt so at-home in your whole life. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to drift close, your head falling to the side, right on Peter’s shoulder.

Peter notices you nodding off throughout the movie. He doesn’t try to wake you when you eventually do fall asleep, he knows it’s been a very long and emotional day for you. His heart beats loudly in his chest when you lean into him fully. Your hair falls into your face so he pushes it behind your ear. Your lips are parted and your breathing is deep. He could just lean down, just two inches… but, no. He couldn’t.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispers, pulling you closer so that you’re laying fully on top of him now. Then Peter’s eyes close, he drifts off with a smile on his lips.

#spiderman #fanfic #reader insert #tasm #andrew garfield #angst #the amazing spiderman #spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #fanfiction

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the most wonderful time of the year | kth. (m)

➵ summary : taehyung hasn’t seen you since high school graduation, but when he finds himself in need of a date for his friend’s annual christmas party, running into you is like a godsend; especially when he once had feelings for you, and little did he know, you felt the same way all along.

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : nonidol!au, f2l, fluff, smut

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 19k

➵ warnings : mutual pining, sexual content, swearing, dom!tae, cuddling resulting in over the clothes stuff, rough fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, big dick!tae cause we know he’s packing, marking, restraint (with his own hands), choking, begging, unprotected sex (wrap it up peeps), hitting it from the back 😜, mirror (?) sex (reflection of a window), rough sex but then i love you sex, praising, slight humiliation, denied orgasm, creampie, aftercare

part of ksmutclub’s winter project 2020!, using prompt #7: “did everyone else come with a date?”

➵ a/n : thank you to @getmemyfries for beta-reading and constantly reassuring me about this fic, idk where she’s been all my life 😭, but surprise!! would you believe me if i told you guys i grinded this in just 3 days?? because YES i did, 19k in three days as a Christmas gift pretties, happy late holidays!!, comments and feedback are always appreciated <3

“Are you serious, Jimin?”

“Very. I don’t know how you didn’t get the memo, literally everyone was talking about it.”

“Did everyone else come with a date? There has to be at least one person who didn’t.”

“And that one person is you, Tae. Did you forget that I made the theme all about mistletoe? Who did you expect to kiss under it, me?”

“Super funny, Jimin. I just got really busy and I don’t even think I was paying attention to you.”

“Well, it’s your loss now, everyone came with a date and you’ll be third-wheeling the whole night. You can’t blame us either, it’s cuffing season and you know it.”

“Do I really have to come? I’ll just spend Christmas with my family.”

“And ruin their vacation with your annoying ass? What a lovely son, an even better best friend for ditching my party.”

“Okay, Jimin, I get it. Just-fuck, alright, I’ll find someone. Please tell me you didn’t plan anything too couply in case I have to bring an absolute stranger.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it.”

And Jimin cut the call without a second to spare.

Taehyung stood there baffled, appalled by his best friend for not even having said goodbye. But then again, maybe he really deserved it. Taehyung had just become too busy with his job this year to even think about Jimin and his friends’ party, allowing it to inhabit the back of his mind and loom over him for weeks, though not giving it the time of day he should’ve.

And now he’s stuck in a situation he doesn’t know how to get out of. The party is in just two days, how exactly was he supposed to find someone that would even agree to accompany him?

One, they would have to be someone explicitly bored on Christmas Eve. Two, comfortable with meeting complete strangers and spending an entire night with them. Third, they would have to be willing to even fake-date him.

Taehyung knew he could at least satisfy the third requirement with just a smidge of his charm and good looks, though the real issues were the other two requirements, especially the first one.

Who the fuck is ever doing nothing on Christmas Eve?

These are the exact thoughts that clouded Taehyung’s mind, sighing heavily as he dejectedly sauntered into a coffee shop after work. It wasn’t the usual place, but he decided on a new one in search of a possible partner; even if it were a stranger from a different coffee shop, he’d take what he could get.

It’s precisely why he began scanning the room just enough to discern any potential date as he waited in line. With his hands in his pockets, lips buried into his plaid scarf that draped over his brown winter coat, and attempted to make eye contact with any female he thought eligible.

He spotted some cute girls, though made quick judgements about them not fitting his requirements; some meeting boyfriends, family, yapping away about Christmas plans as though the whole store needed to hear about it.

Pulling out his phone, he considered he had some female friends, maybe co-workers he could convince to tag along. It sounded like a great idea in his head, though when he scrolled though his contacts carefully, he found himself coming up short once again.

Not only had he seen his friends’ stories, all flaunting their very apparent Christmas plans, but even more so his co-workers having literally informed him about either flying back home, meeting family or easing up far, far away on a tropical beach.

And he definitely knew there’d be no one available.

All of it made Taehyung feel deflated once he had placed his order and waited patiently by the store’s counter. He thought he was royally fucked, needed to forego social etiquette and just ask a damn stranger at this point.

Sighing yet again, he mindlessly looked over to the side, catching a glimpse of the person ordering after him with a voice he suddenly recognized. Taehyung’s eyebrows immediately shot to the sky once he took a double-take, a near injustice to say he was only shocked.

He was practically floored, had to rub his eyes a few times just to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Surely he’d lost it after the gruesome shift he just pulled at work, because he was pondering how in God’s name was he seeing you of all people ordering.

How the hell did you manage to look 100x prettier than you used to, Taehyung thought. It was no doubt you; your smile still charming as ever, your hair still elegantly soft, your eyes still naturally sparkling under every Christmas light in the store just like they always did.

It was really you.

The same you he knew all throughout high school though moved away after graduation, the same you who was brilliant at every subject though could never understand math, the same you who waltzed into school with that plaid winter coat anyone could recognize you for, the same you who always teased him about his love for pineapple on pizza because you could never comprehend the taste.

The same you he once liked.

It was actually you, bundled up in a gray winter coat and white scarf as you smiled a thank you to the barista, eventually making your way over to the counter Taehyung was situated at, settling next to him without having noticed.

Taehyung thought you were an angel sent from heaven, a Godsend, his one and only true saviour once he studied you up close, concluding that you weren’t just some mirage but in fact his real-life friend from years ago who could possibly rescue him from this Christmas party fuck up.

And so he didn’t waste a single, valuable moment, because you know what they say, ‘carpe diem’, oh captain my captain.

“Y/N Y/L/N? Is that you?”

Your surprised eyes snapped towards the oddly familiar low voice, eyebrows shooting up once you resgitered just who exactly said your name. You seemed to be in the same disbelief as Taehyung, himself utterly grateful you’d actually recognized him.

“Oh my God, Kim Taehyung?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Taehyung laughed shyly. “Damn, how long has it been? 5? 6 years?”

“6 years, yeah.” You confirmed with a smile. “Since graduation.”

“I can’t believe that was 6 years ago, seems just like yesterday.” Taehyung couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off his face remembering the chaotic party by the lake you all threw together, resulting in someone nearly drowning, Taehyung downing more alcohol than he ever had in his life, and you shamelessly shoving everyone into the water until you eventually capsized yourself.

Taehyung had to collect himself to coherently speak sentences again, nearly feeling his neurons incessantly firing off in his brain. “But wow, when did you come back to town?”

“3 months ago, I was transferred for work.” You informed casually, though your sweet smile was infectious. “Wow, I’m.. I can’t believe I ran into you here.” You were honestly still shocked, marveling at the fact you somehow bumped into Kim Taehyung, the Kim Taehyung from high school.

The same Taehyung who teased you about being terrible at math, the same one who only ever brought strawberry jam sandwiches to school and God forbid someone ever took a bite. The same Taehyung who was the cute social butterfly everyone completely adored at school.

The same Taehyung you once liked.

“It doesn’t feel long indeed, but you look.. different.” You did a light scan of him, noticing just how how much taller, more handsome and manlier he appeared. It was reflected in the edge of his jawline, crisp face structure and broader upper body.

Quite frankly, he looked incredibly striking, almost intimidatingly so, and you could only think about when Taehyung used to appear a little scrawnier, lankier though still attractive all the same with his adorable eyes and plushy lips.

It was nearly daunting to see the gorgeous difference now.

“You look different too.. good different.” He added with a smile as he looked you over, and it was pleasant to see he still had that same boxy smile, the same little creases at the corner of his eyes. Though instead now, his smile looked devilishly handsome, and it was hard to not trip over your own feet about it.

“You too. You’re so much taller now.” You commented, craning your neck just to converse with him.

“And you’re still short, huh?”

Your mouth flew open, scandalized at the comment though laughed when he chuckled at your expression. “Oh c’mon, you’re still gonna tease me about how short I am? It’s been six years, Taehyung.”

“Hey, don’t think it’s not payback for all those times you lectured me about how ‘inhuman’ liking pineapple on pizza was. I still have your PowerPoint presentations saved.” Taehyung retorted through a laugh, remembering the way you’d really take the time to conjure up presentations just so he could be unconvinced of the preference.

“Okay, okay. You got me. Is there ever a way I could make it up to you... Assistant Curator Kim?” You read the lanyard that hung around his neck, inspecting it to see his ID photo along with his job title.

“Ah,” Taehyung exclaimed, scrambling for the lanyard. “I was in a rush to get out of work so I left it on by accident.” Taehyung explained a little embarrassed, unhooking it from around his neck.

“Why were you in a rush?” You knitted your eyebrows together, only asking out of innocent curiosity, though Taehyung lit up like a Christmas tree, knowing this was his golden opportunity and he was definitely going to take his chance.

“Uh.. do you still remember Park Jimin and the rest of our friends?” Taehyung started.

“Oh my God, of course I do! You’re all still friends?”

“Unfortunately, yeah. I mean, even when we get tired of each other we know nobody else will put up with us, so we’re still close.” Taehyung snickered, remembering him and his friends were still the same 7 dorks from high school.

“Awh, I wish I could see them, we used to have so much fun together.” You pouted, shoving your hands into your pockets as you recalled amusing memories from years ago; stupid adventures to the lake by your school, chasing the sunset, knowing you probably incessantly bothered the owner of that one gas station you always visited.

“Actually, the reason why I was rushing was because Jimin holds an annual Christmas Eve party, and this time around he made it a ‘bring-a-date’ memo, and I kinda got too busy to remember.” Taehyung began scratching the back of his neck, a little shy considering he didn’t really listen to Jimin when he should’ve.

“Ohh.” You nodded understandingly. “So you forgot to get a date?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung confirmed, nodding with some disappointment in himself. “But say, you mentioned a favour, right?” Taehyung eyed you knowingly, hand never leaving his neck as he forced himself to get the question out. “Are you doing anything on Christmas Eve?”

You were a little taken aback, thinking you knew exactly where he was going with this, and also thinking it was a damn Christmas miracle. You remembered your unfortunate situation for Christmas Eve; your parents having booked a cottage for themselves considering you’d be working that day, though gladly enough your boss decided it was the most wonderful time of the year, so why the fuck would he keep people hostage at work?

It landed you with quite literally nothing to do on the joyous day, and excitement began to fill your chest already about your answer, though you composed yourself to appear normal.

“No, actually. My parents are at a cottage together, so I was going to be home.”

Taehyung could’ve been on cloud nine right about now, thanking God or whatever supreme being for answering his prayers. You’d literally checked off his every requirement perfectly, and now all that was left was...

“Would you like come to Jimin’s party as my date? I know it’s only in 2 days and it’s really sudden, but I’m kinda stuck right now and I promised Jimin I would come after finding someone, he’ll probably kick my ass if I don’t-”

“I’d love to come.” You broke out into a grin at his adorable rambling, nearly giddy your assumption from before was exactly correct.

“Wait, seriously? You mean that?” Taehyung asked in wonderment.

“Why would I lie to you, Taehyung?” You chuckled at the endearing way his face was lighting up, trying to ensure he couldn’t see the stars in your eyes as you looked at him.

“Oh my God, you actually just.. saved my life.” Taehyung reveled, expression of utter gratitude.

“Don’t mention it. It’s all I can do after making you sit through 10 minutes of me berating you for liking fruit on pizza. It’s still weird, by the way.”

“Hey, don’t make me take your drink and ask you to jump for it.” Taehyung chastised, biting back a smile at the fact that you two still bickered like old times.

“Fair point, so in two days, huh?”

“Mhm. Can I get your number, actually? I’ll send you the details tonight.” Taehyung began digging for his phone in his pocket.

“Oh, yeah of course.” You agreed as you went for yours. You both huddled a little closer to exchange the digits, trading phones and adding your names into each other’s contacts. It dawned a slight fuzzy feeling in your chest, getting a whiff of Taehyung’s masculine cologne and realizing in this proximity, just how incredibly ravishing Taehyung had in fact grown up, how much larger and broader he was in comparison to you.

That he was a man now, not the quirky little dork you once knew, and that thought alone caused something to momentarily alight inside you.

He was a man now.

“Remember when we only had iPods and had to talk through our land lines?” Taehyung took a trip down memory lane and grounded you back to Earth, returning your phone to you.

“Ah yes, when technology was just expanding and us 90′s kids were always caught in the weird middle.” You reminisced as he chuckled, recalling the older days.

You were just finishing typing in your name for your contact, nearly clicking save until you decided to add the little bow emoji next to your name, handing Taehyung’s phone back to him.

“A bow?” Taehyung inquired, finding it cute.

“I deserve it, I’m your little Christmas present under your tree, aren’t I?” You flashed him a cute flower pose with a kittenish grin, the barista calling out Taehyung’s order just after.

Taehyung could only smile widely, endeared you still had that same playful charm. “Yeah, you are.” He made for his drink and nabbed it, fixing his phone back into this pocket before addressing you. “I’ve gotta get going. I’ll see you in 2 days, okay? It was seriously great meeting you again. Y/N.”

“You too, I’ll see you then!” You chimed with a wave as Taehyung began stepping away, almost turning from him until he suddenly called out to you one last time, just about through the door.

“Thank you again, Y/N, I owe you, my Christmas present!” He shouted his last words through a stupid smile, you returning the same one as a welcome before Taehyung exited the shop.

And you couldn’t stop yourself from breaking out into the goofiest grin then, cheeks hotter than you remembered. You were glad Taehyung was still the same charismatic, easily lovable person from high school, the same charm and adorable impishness about him.

Only now, he was all grown up and matured, no longer the slightly awkward, though heartfelt kid who liked stealing your history notes. And you became a little afraid feeling the same flutter in your heart from 6 years ago, curious if it was just a momentary lapse upon seeing him again, or signaling the ignition of an old flame it took you years to forget.

Taehyung : remember to bring your competitive side today ;)

You : omg, what did jimin plan?

Taehyung : you’ll have to wait and see

Taehyung : jimin’s a creative one, remember?

You : how could i forget? i’m never forgiving him for making me spend 3 hours writing calligraphy for that anthro project 😭

Taehyung : man, the guys are gonna love seeing you again

Taehyung : be there in 5!

You : gotchu!

You hated that you smiled so stupidly at your screen, never having forgotten the fluttery feeling Taehyung always managed to manifest in your stomach.

You clicked your phone screen off and checked over your outfit for the umpteenth time, wanting to look good not only for Taehyung (though that was the primary reason) but also for the rest of the crew. It’d seriously been too long since you last saw each other, having always been up to dumb shenanigans in high school though sadly parting ways after graduation.

It was only inevitable with everyone’s future plans being so dissimilar, you having gone down the road of law and miraculously scoring a scholarship to a prestigious university a few towns over, spelling your departure from your beloved childhood city and therefore, goodbye to everyone you knew.

You were glad the boys managed to remain so closely-knitted despite their different paths; Taehyung having clearly acquired a job at a museum considering his love for art. Last time you remembered, Jimin was an aspiring dancer, Hoseok was a natural at hospitality, Seokjin always rambled on about acting, Jungkook was gifted with a camera, Namjoon adored books and Yoongi wouldn’t trade music for the world.

It was bittersweet recalling such memories, having to leave behind everything you knew to pursue your own dream. Bitter, though sweet knowing you had larger than life opportunities awaiting you. It was precisely what landed you your current job, working comfortably at a high-status law firm albeit stealing very much of your time.

It was perfect, nonetheless, since the main office was located back home and you had just been transferred 3 months ago, finding your way back 6 years later. You didn’t know if the boys were still in town, had no real clue where their lives went with only stray social media posts indicating they were still alive and healthy.

So running into Taehyung all of a sudden? It made you more than glad, remembering not only your fun times together as a group, but your comfortable friendship with him, and the undeniable feelings you’d developed overtime.

Suffice to say, you both were quirky yet cute, and you made perfect sense. Not only did it land you two a supportive relationship full of laughs and teasing, but also numerous instances where someone’s actions or behaviour became suggestive, questioned the borders of actual friendship between you though nobody willing to take the leap, and it left all your friends inquiring exactly when you two would start dating.

Though that was the sad part, you never did. And the reason why? You have no real clue. It simply never dawned on you to express your feelings towards Taehyung in fear of him not feeling the same, thinking your crush was just a phase and you’d eventually view him as a friend again, a process of denial you repeated for the 4 grueling years of high school.

Though the second you realized you’d have to say goodbye so soon, with the possibility you’d never see him again, you realized Taehyung was the one boy you truly loved, and sometimes questioned if you still did.

It hurt to have to hug him one last time before you disconnected, remembering the way you cried having to part from everyone, and Taehyung held you against him until your eyes dried, waving an innocent goodbye before you rounded the corner of your street and disappeared forever.

To this day you haven’t got a clue if Taehyung ever felt the same, always chalking up his little lingering touches, hugs and double entendres to his naturally flirtatious and outgoing nature. It hindered your ability to say anything, thinking over the years maybe your non-confessional departure was an enormous mistake.

So when you heard the doorbell of your apartment ring, in the five minutes Taehyung promised, your heart couldn't help but leap at the thought you’d see him again, meet all your old friends and spend an entire festive, fun-filled night with them.

You made for the door without a second thought and pulled it ajar, meeting Taehyung’s somehow more stunning self all ready to go. He’d decided today to dress with a tan plaid coat, black turtle neck poking out from underneath paired with black slacks to match; and you realized Taehyung definitely invented the all-black look.

Sources? You.

You almost gawked, his hair set to reveal some forehead though curl just before his eyebrows, and it was evilly handsome. He was evilly handsome.

You remembered he was standing right in front of you, thinking a good moment has passed since you uttered anything, a warm smile as you addressed him. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He greeted back, scanning over you, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered for a second on your legs. You’d gone for your same gray coat, though surprisingly with an all black outfit underneath as well, cute wrap around dress with a v line dipping just generously enough, all paired with pantyhose.

Who cares about a little cold when you want to look cute anyway, right?

“We’re matching, it’s cute.” He complimented, his smile just a little impish as it met your chest momentarily though flashed back up to you.

“I guess you’re cute too.” You shrugged, nearly hiding your face under his scrutiny.

“We should get going, m’lady. Jimin’ll chew my head off if I’m late too.” Taehyung feigned a sophisticated tone, turning aside and holding out his arm for you to loop like a gentleman.

You chuckled just a little and clutched your side bag, hooking onto his arm as you switched the lights of your apartment off and shut the door behind you.

“Now would the kind sir tell me what we’re doing today?” You inquired as Taehyung began walking you down the hallway, peering at his God-like side profile. “You’ve been so mysterious about it.”

Taehyung clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Now what’s the point of a surprise if I tell you?”

“But why is it a surprise? Don’t tell me it’s something ridiculous like rock climbing.” You playfully scolded, trying to keep up with his long strides as he led you towards the elevator.

“Maybe it’s just to see the way your face will light up when you find out.” Taehyung suggested with narrowed eyes as he looked down at you, you staring back at him in scrutiny until you both snickered.

And as you entered the elevator arm in arm with him, maybe you felt that same skip of your heartbeat from years ago.

“Holy shit, Y/N Y/L/N? Is that you?” Jimin’s face was utterly surprised, his warm, puppy eyes you remember too well wide as he held the door open.

“Of course it is, Park Jimin!” You cheered as you held your arms out for a hug, his gentle arm wrapping around your torso as he beamed.

“The guys are not gonna believe this, I gotta tell em’. Come in, come in!” Jimin ushered you and Taehyung inside, redirecting his attention to the beautiful, open space condo he called his humble abode. “Guys! Come to the front, look who’s here!”

You and Taehyung were propping your boots off when people eventually came piling into the front foyer and responding to Jimin absentmindedly. All were similarly unsuspecting their eyes widened when landing on you, sounding the next slew of hilarious commentary you’d missed too damn much.

“No way, is that Y/N?”

“Holy fuck, Y/N?”

“Y/N, we thought you left town, when did you come back?”

“Taehyung, how the hell did you find her?”

“Even better, how the fuck did he get her to come as his date?” It was Jungkook who made the quip that elicited everyone’s snickering, yourself simply overwhelmed by the amount of memories that came back just by the sound of their quite manlier now, though familiar voices.

They all still had the same charming features, each of them reminiscent of their teenaged selves, but the difference? Now they were polished into captivatingly good-looking men you were baffled to even know at this point.

“Oh my God, it’s been 6 years, just let me hug you guys!” You excitedly gestured for them to come to you, friendly smiles all around as you embraced and reunited.

“Jungkook, why wouldn’t she agree? You trying to say something?” Taehyung didn’t let the earlier insult go, eyebrows quirked as he retorted.

“Dude, Y/N has always been out of your league.” Yoongi added.

“And honestly, now she’s even more out of your league.” Seokjin joined the teasing and it erupted another bout of cackling from the group, you only left to shyly scrunch your nose and giggle.

“Okay, okay, let’s move from standing here, yeah? There’s a party and 6 years worth of catching up to do!” Jimin chimed, chastising everyone huddled by the corridor and allowing you and Taehyung to settle into the home.

Jimin was still the meticulous perfectionist you knew back then, his home adorably charmed with Christmas decorations that made his place feel incredibly warm. His pretty Christmas tree in the corner with some gifts wrapped underneath, his fireplace adorned with pretty stockings, even the small trinkets scattered around were reminding your sadly adult-self that it was indeed Christmas, and it’s meant to be jolly.

It automatically created an atmosphere of festivity, and catching sight of the dates each friend brought moving about, it only felt more like the holidays with 14 people occupying the home.

You were marveling with a wide smile at the scene before you, everyone moving back into the house to resume what they were previously doing until you suddenly felt someone’s hands hook onto the neck collar of your jacket from behind. You whirled around in an instant with seeking eyes, viewing the culprit was none other than the only owner of the largest, most slender hands you still found incredibly attractive.

Goddamn you.

“Sorry, I’ll just take your jacket for you.” Taehyung realized he may have startled you.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, hurriedly shredding off the layer not having noticed you were still wearing it. “I could put it away myself though, give me yours.”

You reached for Taehyung’s jacket in his hands, though he immediately jut the jacket further away from you in protest. “No, no. You’re my date, I’m taking it.”

“But Tae-”

“Hey, you’re my present, remember? You deserve it.” Taehyung mimicked you from your exchange at the coffee shop, you ultimately acquiescing as a result.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes playfully, though a laugh was pulling at you all the same. “What would you be, though?” You asked out of curiosity. “If I’m the present, what are you?”

Taehyung toyed with your question in his thoughts until he chose the perfect answer, lips growing into a smirk as he drew closer to your face a little. “The one who gets to open it up.”

Something shot through you that was alarming, his cocked eyebrow indicative he was being suggestive, and you played it off with a scoff. “It’s not even Christmas morning yet, and I know you’re just the goodest little boy on Earth who’d wait until he can open his presents.” You clasped your hands together, condescendingly feigning innocence.

“Or maybe you just never got to know, Y/N.” Taehyung then suddenly leaned down much closer to your face, inches from you as he looked into your eyes. “I haven’t always been a good boy.”

Taehyung was boring something undistinguishable into you, though the double meaning of his words left apparent heat in the air between you.

And here it fucking was again, those same double entendres Taehyung had always shot your way though you always took it as him simply fooling around, so you always joined in with your own jokes, assuming the same approach now.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that, Good boy. Santa’s watching.” You countered as you patted his chest sarcastically, causing Taehyung to stand to his full height biting his lip.

He stared at you for a moment before walking away, noticing how long his legs were and the unfair curve of his ass, and you suddenly gained a new feature of his to ogle at. He eventually disappeared and you breathed, temporarily forgetting you had a dumb habit of holding your breath whenever he was so close; his piney with a hint of ocean breeze cologne having been left behind, and hitting you like a truck just as much as his all black outfit did.

God fucking dammit.

You decided to ignore your intrusive thoughts and waltz into the party instead, grabbing yourself a drink and eventually making your way towards some of the boys’ pretty dates. It was refreshing to feel the presence of women, thanking the Heavens they were all relatively sweet and amicable.

Conversation always came easy to you, what with being a lawyer who has to be a master with words anyway, so it wasn’t difficult to not only befriend some of the girls, but also reconnect with the boys merrily, Taehyung by your side.

“Y/N, how dare you not contact any of us about coming back?” Hoseok asked, a little upset timbre in his tone.

“Yeah, I’m actually a little hurt you ended up coming with Tae of all people. After all the books I shared with you?” Namjoon feigned disappointment, a hand to his heart in near heartbreak.

“Dude, what’s wrong with her coming with me? Not my fault you gave her boring ass books.” Taehyung defended.

“Tae, you’d steal her history notes for fuck’s sake.” Namjoon countered with narrowed eyes.

“Guys, it’s been years. I just thought it’d been too long, so I didn’t say anything.” You stopped them, sadly remembering the way communication dwindled out the more you all progressed in your life.

“Look, you’re always welcomed, Y/N. You think I’d forget the girl who pulled an all-nighter just to edit my shitty final essay for English? I told you I’d write your name on my damn tombstone when I got an 80.” Seokjin laughed with a glass of eggnog, though supportive in his remark and it made you reminisce.

“I have no clue to this day how you passed English on just Sparknotes. Jungkook hated English more than you and he still managed to actually read 1984.” You chastised him like old times, though now it was a memory that brought a smile to your face.

“Look, I wasn’t interested in knowing the asshole motives of Big Brother and the 3-minute hate speech.” Seokjin defended himself.

“2-minute, and it was still a good book.”

“You’re telling me 60 pages of that dumb manifesto Winston found was good?” Taehyung perked up with crossed arms, quirking his eyebrows at you in incredulousness.

“Oh c’mon, you learn the entire history of the Party and all their bullshit.”

“And you’re still a nerd, I see.” Taehyung ticked his head to the side with his snarky remark.

“Oh shut up, I got a better mark than you on the final essay anyway.” You rolled your eyes.

“Doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re a nerd.” Taehyung countered.

You gave a disapproving, scrutinizing look as you marched your way over to Jimin’s Christmas tree, comically gesturing to the Balsam Fir beside you. “I’m literally your Christmas present under the tree, Taehyung, you have to be nice to me.” You chastised him though it only made the boys looking on crack up.

“Y/N, you’re still hilarious as fuck.” Hoseok was lighting up with laughter, his pretty giggles sounding in a way that honestly made you giggle in the end too, Taehyung only letting up because you were just so you, and it tugged at his heart strings.

“Speaking of Jungkook from earlier, where is he? I just remembered the math notes he owes me his life for.” You perked up, gauging his presence around in the condo.

“He’s over there eating the chocolate chips, yah, Jungkook! Stop it!” Seokjin scolded from across the room where Jimin and Yoongi were bustling about in the kitchen, and you became confused hearing the mention of chocolate chips.

“Chocolate chips? I mean, I’m not complaining, but that’s quite the eccentric choice for party food.” You held up your hands in mock surrender.

“Oh, Taehyung didn’t tell you? It’s for the competition later.” Namjoon informed, though you only furrowed your eyebrows.

“Competition?”

“Yeah, baking competition. Jimin planned a couple’s one for his mistletoe theme. I’m beating all your asses, by the way. I’m a genius at decorating.” Hoseok folded his arms with a self-satisfied expression.

“Please, my girlfriend and I hold weekly bake-offs, watch yourselves, losers.” Seokjin calmed everyone down with his own greatness, you simply becoming beyond excited.

You turned to Taehyung in an instant, expression completely telling of wonder as you inquired with a high-pitched tone. “Tae, you didn’t tell me we were having a baking competition, that’s so cool!” You beamed, elatedly looking towards Jimin and Yoongi preparing ingredients.

“Taehyung’s a cryptic one, remember?” Namjoon joked, trying to stifle a laugh with a hand over his mouth, and Taehyung immediately defended himself.

“Shut up, hyung.” He sounded offended, though the smile tugging at his lips indicated after years of friendship, he’d never actually grow vexed at his admirable friend.

Taehyung then met your eyes, smile growing more apparent, warmer. “I told you it was to see the way your face would light up, didn’t I?” He tilted his head to the side then, eyes playfully studying you as he confirmed his observation. “Yup, your eyes totally still sparkle the same.”

You couldn’t help but fill with another wave of fuzziness, feeling as though Taehyung always knew how to make your insides all giddy, and maybe even thinking what’s so wrong if your feelings really were coming back?

You could only smile sheepishly at him, the rest of the boys knowingly watching the two of you like they have for years, everyone only falling out of the trance of the moment when Jimin’s voice called out from the kitchen.

“Alright Martha Stewarts, who’s starting the ass-kicking?”

“Hyung! That’s not fair, you can’t steal from us!” Jungkook scolded him as you watched the mania in front of you, Seokjin and his girlfriend Sa-Ha vs. Jungkook and his date Mira. It was becoming devastatingly hilarious, both teams only having 1 minute left until their cookies had to be plated in tip-top shape, all scrambling to create the best-looking ones.

“I can and I will, you stole from us first!” Seokjin rebutted him, Jimin raising his voice to signal how much left time was.

“30 seconds you guys, make it count!” And it was another catastrophic seconds until the timer went off, both teams exhausted and complaining all the same about their hard time fueled by Jin and Jungkook’s endless bickering.

It was laughs for the few of you looking on, waiting your turns until Jimin’s date Song-i chose from the hat of pairings, your eyes going wide once she called out your name with Taehyung’s against Hoseok and his date.

“Oh my God, Tae, that’s us!” You grabbed his arm alarmed, seeming nervous and it caused him to look at you.

“Why are you so nervous? We’ll do great.”

You scoffed at him in protest. “Taehyung, you did horrible in home ec, we’re gonna lose!”

“Hey, I’ll make you jump for the ingredients, have some faith, will you?” Taehyung retorted, grabbing you by your hand and dragging you over to one of the two counters Jimin’s grand condo had to offer.

“We’re taking you guys down on decorations, I’m a genius.” Hoseok gloated from his counter, tying his apron as he eyed you.

“I have a curator on my team, Hobi, we’re beating you.” You scrutinized him with an angry pout as he stuck his tongue out, you whirling back around to adjust your apron.

“Okay everyone, aprons on?” Jimin inquired, you having put on yours though watching Taehyung struggle with figuring out the apparently rocket-science contraption.

You sighed with a laugh until you grabbed it from his hands, helping him out. “It’s like this, Tae.” You got on your tippy-toes to situate the apron around his neck as he bent down for you, the contrast of your heights always having made Taehyung a little weak.

He was only left to watch you as you fixed the apron onto him, finding himself not even watching anymore, but straight up gazing, admiring.

Admiring the way your eyes were always in a state of perpetual sparkle, your small lips he never forgot the amount of times he contemplated kissing, your dress revealing your collarbones and chest that beckoned for him to just tear it off, all weakening him even more so.

What made him even weaker, however, was noting the way you’ve matured into a woman after 6 years.

A very beautiful, attractive woman.

Your body had always been art to him, but now you were polished into a masterpiece he desired to adore, run his hands all over. Your face structure was more evened out, hair set to fall elegantly upon your shoulders and neck so utterly inviting it all added a sense of sexy maturity to you.

It was distracting, Taehyung venturing off on the thought you were a woman now, not the innocent, sweet nerd he once knew, and it constantly began to rack his brain when he felt something course through his veins about it.

Because you used to be so painfully innocent, so naturally a girl next door he couldn’t help but want to taint sometimes, to ruin and unravel for his own. He could even feel it with every time your smaller hands touched his body as you worked the apron guilelessly, wanting to snatch up your wrists instead and do unspeakable things, especially with that fucking dress on his mind.

What made it all worse is that Taehyung could tell you only acted guileless, and never actually were. You also made your own suggestive comments, always caught his drift and he could tell you weren’t the innocent little thing you appeared to be.

Taehyung was so completely lost he heard you suddenly calling his name.

“Taehyung, are you listening?”

He blinked. “Huh?”

“You have to listen to what I say, okay? Just follow my instructions and we’ll win against them.” You made little fists in the air to encourage him, Taehyung mimicking the action.

“Y-yeah. I will, let’s do this.” You turned around after smiling sweetly, fixing some of the utensils on the counter and completely unsuspecting of Taehyung’s thoughts.

That even after 6 years apart, after thinking he’d successfully forgotten about you, there was still something that pulled at his heart every time he saw you smile, every time you were ever near him.

And he came to the conclusion maybe his feelings really haven’t changed from 6 years ago.

“Taehyung, can you pass me the butter, please?” You asked urgently, whisking away at your bowl of almost-there cookie dough with Taehyung hovering around you as he watched.

“Got it.” He returned with some of the butter, you struggling to scoop some of it until Taehyung reached out for the block. “Here, let me do it and you whisk.”

“No, you’ll end up putting in too much. Let me do it.” You nudged him with your elbow, picking at the butter.

“But you’re already whisking, just let me take it out.” Taehyung protested as he reached, though you blocked him right away.

“No, Tae, remember we decided I’m on baking and you’re on decorating?”

“Your job is way harder than mine and I’m useless right now, let me at least whisk.” Taehyung grabbed for the bowl until you snatched it away from him, already done with scooping the butter when the action caused some of the flour to fly up on your dress, gasping scandalously.

“Taehyung!” You whined, Taehyung scrambling for a quick apology.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” Taehyung almost completed until a splash of flour went hurtling onto his shirt, causing him to look down with his mouth agape. “You did not just throw flour on my black turtleneck.”

“You got flour on my black dress first, you tree.” Your eyebrows were set hard as you scolded him, still loosely whisking away at the cookie dough.

“It was by accident, you half-pint.” Taehyung rebutted, trying to bat the flour off himself.

“Then mine was an accident too.” You mocked him, unsuspectingly whisking again when flour suddenly hit your chest, offended to find Taehyung snickering with it all over his hand.

“That was an accident, too.”

“You’re so...” You huffed out as you placed the bowl down and grabbed your own handful of flour, just about to throw it on Taehyung when is large palms came up to snatch your wrists, forcing your arms back as he snickered.

“Taehyung, this is unfair!” You complained, struggling against his hold.

“It’s an accident.” Taehyung mimicked with a genuine laugh watching you scramble in his hold, until the smile wiped off his face shortly after when you simply released the flour from your palm and it spilled all over his turtleneck.

Your cheeks puffed up trying to contain your laughter, Jimin’s own giggling fit sounding and you remembered he was monitoring the competition. “Taehyung, you dumbass, you had that shit coming.” He held his stomach, entire body laughing at his best friend.

You were giggling along with Jimin until Taehyung had had enough, licking his lips with mischief.

“That’s it, come here.” He then spun you around and engulfed you with his arms from behind, holding you snug to his chest as you tried to escape him alarmingly, knowing what Taehyung was going to do next.

“Taehyung please, wait, I beg of you, don’t!” And it was already too late when you felt his long fingers begin to tickle at your sides, your incessant protests melding with giggles along with his beautiful laughter filling the kitchen.

You continued to fight against his hold, the constant feather-like touches making you reel and breath leave your lungs. “Taehyung, stop! Oh my God,” you struggled through a laugh while he nuzzled his face into your hair. “I’ll die, Taehyung, please!”

“Nope, this is what you get.” Taehyung continued his onslaught as he held you tighter, you beginning to acquiesce in order to reason with him.

“Okay, okay, look. We’re running out of time!” You tried controlling your laughter, tears pricking at your eyes as you tried to calm down. “We have to beat Hobi and Ah-yeong or else we’ll lose!”

His amused voice sounded near your ear, still reprimanding you. “I’ll only stop if you say sorry.”

“Alright, I’m sorry!” You were grabbing at his wrists for release. “I didn’t mean it, just stop tickling me!” You protested with a giggle until you felt his fingers rest, rather exchanging it for simply encasing you.

“Good girl, you’re getting on Santa’s nice list.” Taehyung joked.

You could only sigh as you resupplied oxygen to your lungs, moving towards the bowl. “Okay, let’s get back to work before we lose.” You puffed out air, breaths levelling as you returned to the counter and grabbed the whisk and bowl, only to find Taehyung hadn’t retracted his arms yet.

He instead remained behind you, reaching for the utensils in your hands, his large ones grasping them along with you and the contrast of his broad body enclosing your smaller one made you feel something in your core.

Your eyes widened in surprised when his head unexpectedly found your shoulder, resting his chin there as he peered down at the bowl before you, you sputtering. “Taehyung, w-what are you doing?”

“Helping you, is there a problem?” The deep cadence of his voice was just by your ear, dangerous for your health.

“N-no. But it’s okay, I’m fine on my own-”

“Nope, this is the least I can do for you..” Taehyung’s tone seemed to trail off suddenly, having calmed down from his laughter and you found him speaking in earnest. “You’re my Christmas present I dragged all the way here with me, remember?”

You could only smile sympathetically as you looked to your side, eyes welcomed by his gorgeous side profile on full display just centimeters from you. It made you realize just how close he was, his warmth engulfing you and it caused little sparks to fly inside your chest.

“It’s not so bad, Taehyung. You’re just a good boy who needed his little Christmas present.” You teased light-heartedly, proud of your remark until Taehyung suddenly turned towards your ear, ghosting the shell of it with an unexpectedly darker tone, low and down right gruff.

“I’m not always a good boy.” He stated it simply, though the hot baritone in his words oddly left your spine cold, freezing over even more when Taehyung then wrapped his arms entirely around your torso, pulling your back to his chest. He did it so tightly you could suddenly feel your ass pressed to his covered length, oddly contradicting how couple-like you two probably appeared and it was goddamn intoxicating.

You panicked at first but eventually basked in his hold, mustering the courage to speak with a suggestive tone. “I’m not always a good girl, either.”

You threw it out there, cheeks slightly heating adding your own double entendre, though the way Taehyung suddenly tensed for a second had you feeling more confident, the puff of air he sucked in apparent.

The conversation only ended with a satisfied hum from Taehyung as he watched you bake, a nice rumble that reverberated from his chest and into your back, feeling an odd arousal spike all the way down to your toes.

It was already lethal with his pretty hands holding around your waist, the closeness an added thrill. It made your chest fill with something riveting, almost anticipatory of what all of this meant between you two, excited for wherever this night would truly go.

It wasn’t long before it came time for Taehyung to plate and decorate the cookies, carefully placing his little embellishments he swore were the cream of the crop as you bickered with him, your incessant teasing resulting in you hugging him from behind while he worked.

And Taehyung knew he was doomed the second he felt your very obvious chest press into his back, his nerves pumping carnally as he then felt a side of him he’s always hid from you escape its reigns.

It was damn transparent Seokjin and his girlfriend would win, their exquisite baking and cooking skills having created masterpieces everyone dug into happily. It’d won them the choice of what movie everyone would watch tonight along with a dinner that the losers, surprisingly not you and Taehyung, but Namjoon and his date would have to pay for.

Everyone was now seeking comfortable positions for the movie around the TV while you were last minute cleaning with Jimin in the kitchen, offering your help after the mess you and Taehyung made with your little flour mishap.

Taehyung had properly gotten rid of the flour on his sweater, now lounging on an armchair in the living room with his phone in hand. You felt yourself glancing towards him more than you should’ve, reprimanding yourself each time though found yourself doing it nonetheless.

It was just hard to keep your eyes off him when Taehyung was the epitome of a Greek God, questioning how such a being is allowed to walk among us commoners. His chiseled jawline was far too handsome for his own good, his neck sculpted so perfectly it left you you wondering what it would feel like to mark him up all over, and the way his long legs were manspreading before him was so inviting the sight alone made you figuratively drool.

And fall even harder.

You didn’t realize you were ogling until Jimin’s hushed voice pulled you out of your reverie. “You’re staring.”

You blinked. “What?”

Jimin chuckled as he continued to wipe the counter one last time. “It’s been 6 years, why don’t you just say something?”

“There’s nothing to say, Jimin.” You tried brushing him off, though Jimin didn’t buy it.

“My ass, Y/N. You really think after what happened in the kitchen there’s nothing between you two?”

“I don’t know, it’s just how Taehyung is.” You concocted an excuse, deflating as you did so.

Jimin shook his head in disapproval. “It’s been like this since high school, Y/N, why didn’t you just tell Taehyung how you felt?”

You looked at him in earnestly before softening into a sigh, knowing Jimin was really the only person you ever spilled your feelings for his best friend to.

“Because I was scared, Jimin. You know how hard it was for me to even admit it to you.” You answered with a quiet voice, scrapping the flour you threw at Taehyung into the garbage.

“But Y/N, you two... the way you are. What were you so afraid of?” Jimin’s sweet, pacifying voice asked, clearly having been rooting for you both ever since you fessed up.

“Rejection, Mimi. Even if we’re like that...” You trailed, thinking over your relationship with Taehyung. “What if it’s all only a joke on his end? Taehyung has always been naturally flirty.. and we’re friends. I don’t think I’m any different than a conquest.”

Jimin understood your point, though made it his own to advise you otherwise, washing out the cloth in the sink. “Y/N, that’s only what you believe.” His eyes told you of genuine support, offering like the comfort fairy he’s always been. “Just because you believe something, doesn’t make it true.”

And that damn well hit home for you, realizing that maybe you’ve really been in your head too much about this, overthinking by creating doubts and excuses in your head to subdue your fear of confessing to Taehyung, to avoid the hurt of rejection but possibly missing an entire opportunity.

“You should tell him, Y/N. It’s been long enough, you’ll never know how he feels if you don’t try.”

You became apprehensive. “But how do you know if he’ll feel the same way?” Jimin could only chuckle to himself, his smile radiant as he found you the most innocent, yet funnily oblivious thing on Earth.

“Look at the way he acts around you, Y/N.” Jimin advised. “He’s my best friend, and I’ve never seen him like that with anyone except you. Conquests are conquests, but you’re you, and that’s different to him.”

Your mind instantly went into a frenzy, thinking well fuck, Jimin is Taehyung’s best friend, and he’s telling you that all this time Taehyung has never really enacted the same behaviour and energy with anyone expect you? This whole time? What does he mean you’re different? You’re.. different to him? Aren’t you just his female friend he’s known since ninth grade, and so surely there’s nothing but the added value of history there, right?

Right?

You were only left to digest Jimin’s words as you placed the dustpan back to its original spot, Jimin finishing up with the sink. The conversation ended there, Jimin guiding you back to the living room and nestling himself next to his date. You were distracted with Jimin’s suggestions until you walked into the space and realized there was nowhere for you to sit, the couples perfectly paired up and occupying all the available space.

Your entrance is what made Taehyung snap his vision to you from his phone, watching your confused face contemplating where to sit until he whispered to you, motioning towards himself on the armchair furthest from the screen and tucked behind the other couches. “Y/N, come here.”

You studied his placement, on a singular armchair with his lap very much open. You shivered at the sight, though protested in a hushed tone realizing the chair could really only fit him. “There’s nowhere for me to sit.”

Taehyung then spread his legs a little further apart and tapped his thigh, revealing some space for you to sit.. on him. “You can sit here.”

You were glad the lights were turned off, just so Taehyung didn’t have to see the blush that rose to your cheeks when you answered. “Um, o-okay.”

You then ambled over to him in front of the rather comfy looking armchair, thanking God everyone was too distracted bickering over Seokjin’s movie choice to pay attention to you both.

“Are you.. sure about this?” You managed to get out, mind going feral over the fact that one of your previous thoughts was actually manifesting itself, nearly chickening out.

“Mhm, just sit on me.” Taehyung offered casually, his expression unreadable and ultimately making you doubt Jimin’s advice from before, realizing that Taehyung has always been a hard person to read, which is why you could never tell how he felt about you, shutting your trap about damn love confessions.

You didn’t respond and rather tentatively made it to the take your seat, the seat that was Taehyung’s fucking lap. You placed your ass on his thigh with your legs thrown over him, angling yourself so that the temple of your head rested against his shoulder.

Though it proved to be lethal in seconds, his cologne now completely flooding your nostrils and the thin skirt of your dress leaving much of your clothed core feeling the muscle of his thigh.

You felt Taehyung tense underneath for a second as you adjusted the skirt of your dress over your own thighs, smoothing it over properly as your hands then clasped in your own lap.

Taehyung was glad you didn’t have the ability to read his mind, because the second he realized everyone was naturally pairing up to cuddle with their dates, it would only mean you two would have to do the same. So when you paddled over, standing before him in that cute dress he’s been wanting to tear off you this entire party, he was more than thrilled to offer his lap as your seat.

But when you actually sat on him, your ass and hints of your core against his thigh with your tempting legs draped over him, he was continuously beginning to think dangerously, salaciously.

He tried to keep his breathing leveled, though the second he felt you adjust against him and your covered center press onto him, he knew he would never survive whatever fucking movie everyone eventually settled on.

When it finally began to play, Taehyung snaked his arms around your waist and held you to him, feeling your breath hitch for the tiniest second before you relaxed.

And it damn well thrilled him.

The movie was beginning to progress now, Taehyung and yourself in the same comfortable position until you yawned and snuggled more into him, a hand coming up to drape across his chest and head finding shelter closer into his neck.

Taehyung tensed again, feeling every breath you took with the weight of your smaller body on top of him, mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

And especially when you shifted your ass a little against his leg, he twitched with something so much more carnal, blood pumping somewhere it shouldn’t and this time, Taehyung didn’t really feel like holding back anymore.

His hands suddenly faltered, his palms coming to singularly rest against one of your thighs, clasping it slightly. He knew there was nothing but your leg with only pantyhose as a barrier for your skin, sending currents through his veins thinking you could definitely feel his every touch.

You nearly jolted when Taehyung’s hands met the meat of your thigh, the placement shooting more arousal through you than it should’ve.

You were calm until Taehyung suddenly inched his hand towards the inner part of your thigh, making your core clench and hand clutch his sweater to contain the electricity it sent.

You’ve always had such dirty thoughts about what Taehyung’s hands could do, the slenderness and length of his fingers always revving your imagination. So to have his fingers just on the inside of your thigh, sitting in his lap as he seemed to be teasing, was enough to send your brain spiraling.

Your scandalous thoughts made you shift against him to experimentally feel the friction, your core grinding against his thigh for a moment and Taehyung’s breath immediately hitched. His grip on you tightened and his hold tensed, had you suppressing the feeling of making a sound.

He slid more inward, closer to the prize he was seeking and you could only hide your face into the junction of his neck at the way your pussy felt butterflies. It made you squish your thighs together to feel something, and God fuck, was the tension between you two so searing you could feel it radiating off Taehyung’s body.

It’s what made whispering slowly against him flow easily, quiet so as not to alarm anyone in the living room.

“I thought you were a good boy, Tae. What are you doing?” Your voice was sultrier than you planned, and it wasn’t chastising him at all, rather teasing for something more.

You could only feel the rise and fall of Taehyung’s chest underneath you as he contained himself, the cuddling leaving you to feel his every micro-movement when he responded.

“I thought you were a good girl, what are you doing?” Taehyung’s voice was low and deep, the vibration coursing through your body and it only invited you to become hornier.

“Guess I’m not a good girl after all.”

Taehyung made a sound as though scoffing, dangerous in its tone.

“Guess I’m not a good boy, either.” And just after, Taehyung inched his fingers even closer to your clothed core, making the slightest of contact on your slit through the material of your dress and you practically twitched in his hold, sucking in a breath as you clasped onto the fabric of his shirt.

“You have no idea..” Taehyung suddenly spoke up, voice laden with something hungry, hot. “what I’ve always thought about doing to you.”

You could only jolt in his lap, more of his cologne meeting your nose and it caused you to suppress a sound by stuffing your face into his neck. “What.. have you thought about?”

Taehyung then suddenly cupped your sex over your clothes, making you grapple onto his neck and bite back a moan so hard you had to breathe through your nose.

“How I want to ruin you.” Taehyung’s low baritone and rough palm rubbing teasingly against your now aching pussy left you gushing, arousal racking the bottom of your stomach you were almost afraid of how easy it was for him.

Your breath was shallower now, trying to compose yourself by egging him on. “You’d want to ruin an innocent girl like me?”

“I know you’re not innocent, princess.” Taehyung asserted with the slightest growl to his tone, thankful your seat was positioned behind the rest of the others so nobody could see what was going on.

“Only when it comes to you.” Your seductive voice beckoned lust to course through Taehyung, breathing out hot air. “What else?” You suddenly croaked out.

Taehyung hummed lowly into your ear, his palm smoothing over your cunt in ways that had you screwing your eyes shut. “How I want to make you beg.” He purposefully pressed harder against your clit, had you scratching into the column of his throat. “Make you scream my name.”

You gushed your arousal even more, breathless with your words. “I bet you say that to everyone.”

Taehyung chuckled dismissively, dipping his head lower to whisper darkly into your ear.

“I only say that to pretty little things I want to ruin, and you’re the prettiest little thing I know.”

Your breath came out in a weighty puff, sighing satisfyingly against him as you snaked your hand from his neck down to the hardening length in his pants. You grazed your palm over his clothes and he twitched almost violently, biting back his hiss with a strong grip against your thigh with his free hand. You grew proud, speaking up when it boosted your ego.

“I’d love to see you try.”

And that was when the pads of Taehyung’s fingers pressed into your clothed cunt so euphorically you were seconds from letting out a moan, Taehyung cupping his palm over your mouth to silence you.

“Shh.” Taehyung sounded by your ear. “Can’t let everyone hear my girl, now can I?” He hushed you huskily, leaving you to sigh your arousal into his large palm and eternally grateful the movie’s volume was loud enough to mask your talking.

Taehyung then began the slowest circular ministrations on your clit, shooting continuous pleasure through your body as you clutched your hand onto his wrist holding your mouth, urgently trying to suppress moans he was easily milking out of you.

It felt like sparks, continuous sparks in your covered pussy as Taehyung rubbed against your folds, gliding down to your slit and teasing your throbbing hole.

The mere prospect of his fingers shoving inside you made you wet beyond comprehension, only digging little crescents into his forearm with muted moans. It was sickening how easily he had you turned on, how easily you were getting riled up by just his fingers, and so you mustered the strength to lightly stroke his cock over his pants as revenge.

Taehyung then put pressure against your clenching hole as punishment, shoving your face into his neck when he teased your entrance and squishing his hand between your thighs with his other urging them open.

“Look at you,” Taehyung growled. “all fucked out just by my fingers.” He whispered darkly into your ear, the vibration of his baritone voice once again sending you into overdrive. “They’re not even inside you yet.”

The ‘yet’ had you restless, body grinding against him and this time it was Taehyung trying suppress a satisfied groan.

“If my fingers have you like this, imagine my-”

“Oh c’mon! That’s not even realistic!” Seokjin suddenly shouted at the screen, startling you and Taehyung.

“Jin, calm down. It’s just a feel-good Christmas movie.” Yoongi cautioned him.

“How the fuck does the kid just free the burglar from the cop car? It’s damn common sense.” Seokjin complained about the scene from Christmas with the Kranks, having been unsatisfied with the movie since the beginning.

“Baby, why’d you choose this movie?” He whined to his girlfriend Sa-Ha, her feigning innocence as she defended herself.

“It’s almost over, Jinnie. Just sitand watch.”

And that’s when Taehyung ripped his hands off you, leaving you to breathe out ruggedly for a few seconds before your vision looked up at Taehyung’s, mutually shocked at what the fuck just happened.

You’ve never done something like that before, and as your scared sights looked back at each other, you could only think you were both under some sort of horney trance that swept you two into uncharted waters.

It made you divert your eyes from Taehyung immediately, your mind going blank.

Taehyung was left hard and extremely turned on, though began dissipating once he couldn’t fathom he went that far with you so quickly, his brain having been clouded by lust he should’ve kept in check.

And with the way you looked at him, panicked and snapping your vision away in an instant, he doesn’t know if he just made a grave mistake.

You both became shameful, swallowing dryly as your attentions fixated back onto the screen, thinking about what just transpired.

There was this incessant feeling in both your chests contemplating there was something more, clearly more between you two.

And it was downright fearful.

“Yah, why are you guys leaving so early? C’mon! There’s still half the eggnog left.” Seokjin pouted from across the room, sadly chugging his drink as the others hummed in agreeance.

“Yeah, c’mon guys. It’s the holidays, let’s all spend it together, sleep over for the fuck of it!” Hoseok chimed in what you could tell was an inebriated state, practically swaying as he talked and the lilt in his tone ever-so cheery.

“Um, excuse me? Sleep over? Nobody’s doing that.” Jimin shoot him down from where he stood near you and Taehyung, scolding his friends with crossed arms. “If they want to leave they’re allowed, we already made Y/N abandon her Christmas for us.”

“It’s alright, Jimin. I missed you guys too, I wanted to come.” You offered sentimentally, hand touching his elbow to let him up and he eased.

“Since you’re officially back in town, we’re never leaving you alone again, Y/N!” Namjoon called out from the living room, engrossed in whatever was playing on the TV.

“Yup, seriously not going to leave you alone.” Yoongi hummed with half-lidded eyes, near falling asleep on the couch.

“I still owe you for those math notes, expect me becoming your Genie for a day!” Jungkook called out from the kitchen, most likely munching on the treats everyone crafted during the competition earlier.

“Of course, I’ll see you guys! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” Everyone cheered, their dates similarly adding on.

You then brought your attention back to Jimin, seeing you and Taehyung out as the wonderful host of today’s party. “Thank you for the party, Jimin, it was amazing.”

“Yeah.” Taehyung perked up next to you, apologetic he was so negligent of the party in the first place. “It was seriously fun, Jimin, I’m sorry I acted like it wasn’t a big deal before.”

“Nah, don’t sweat it.” Jimin casually waved him off. “Dude, you could text me a Merry Christmas and I’d be alright, you know us.” Jimin smiled reassuringly, right on your toes when Taehyung and yourself stepped into his front foyer.

You were both fixing on your shoes just before Jimin’s door when he spoke up again. “It was great having you guys, and even better having you, Y/N, come here.” Jimin held out his arms for a warm hug, you returning it merrily. “You’re always welcomed here with us, visit anytime you want.”

“Thanks, Jimin, it really means a lot.” Your grateful eyes found his once you disconnected.

“We’ll get going now, thank you again, Jimin.” Taehyung for some odd reason placed an arm around your shoulder, pulling you two a little closer and you simply accepted the action, trying not to read into it.

“Of course.” Jimin replied. “Though one last thing, you remember the theme of this party, right?” Jimin asked you both, you and Taehyung similarly responded with knitted eyebrows.

“Yeah?”

“Well look up, lovebirds.” Jimin cocked his head upwards towards the ceiling, casually leaning against the corridor of his entrance when you and Taehyung glanced up, innocently viewing the little mistletoe dangling above your heads, eyes reflecting the realization of what Jimin was conveying.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Jimin added with a purposefully hushed, knowing tone. He was just about turning away until he called out in caution. “Oh, careful driving, by the way. I just heard the snow got bad.” And with that, Jimin left nothing but his sweet cologne in the air when he disappeared.

You and Taehyung shuffled about a little, not exactly daring to exchange gazes when the air became all stuffy.

You were both mutually pondering what the absolute hell to do in this moment. Do you kiss? Do you not kiss? Do you awkwardly try to address what happened earlier after silently agreeing with your dicey body language to never speak of it again? Or hell, do you damn well take Jimin’s advice and just flat out tell him you’ve always had feelings for him?

Wait.

Jimin’s advice.

It came back to you, thinking Jimin was actually extremely wise in what he said. You took to his words into consideration, studying some of the little things Taehyung did around you, from the things he uttered all the way down to the simple way he even looked at you, contemplating something, just something had to be there.

But then maybe, just maybe you could also chalk it up to his naturally flirtatious behaviour you’ve always observed, always habitually affectionate with people and that’s what’s always made him so easily lovable in the first place, what made Taehyung a boy who was born to be loved.

And he was tricky, his expressions and feelings always indistinguishable with the composed, nuanced way he carried himself especially now, convincing you reading him was a lost cause.

Though as you glanced at Taehyung right now, visibly nervous, his usually schooled face and unreadable expression now indicating nerves, awkwardness you two have never really experienced between each other before, you decided maybe you should stop making excuses.

Stop avoiding signs and doubting his every move and burying your feelings so deep underground, that maybe you should just fucking take your leap of faith already.

So you stepped closer to him, your figure almost laughably smaller compared to him, and watched as his pretty eyes brightened in surprise at you.

It only took a few seconds, for your lips to curve reassuringly, for your soft hands to cup his face delicately against the edge of his sharp jaw. To get on the tip of your toes and bring your lips to Taehyung’s, pressing a heartfelt kiss to mouth.

A kiss so very soft and tender, it was like teenagers kissing for the very first time, and it made you giggle on the inside, thinking that’s exactly how your entire ordeal has felt like; your two teenage selves trying to navigate whatever feelings lied between you.

Taehyung was shocked, having been silently berating himself for being too bold too quickly and thinking his abandonment of chivalry in that instance was wrong, the air between you having been tainted with a sense of unspoken, though apparent awkwardness for the rest of the party.

But now, now you were kissing him, and for the first time, his insides leaping at just the prospect. It felt like a damn dream, though the press of your mouth against his confirmed it was in fact real, that it was gladly his sweet reality.

That after years of imagining what it would feel like, he’s kissing the girl he’s loved since the second he saw her hair glow in the rays of the sunset, the minute he realized she wasn’t just pretty, but beautiful to him, the hour he’d witness the moonlight kiss her skin when she stayed up with him on sleepless nights, leading all the way up to the year he realized she’d leave him, so soon, so fucking soon it absolutely crushed him.

And Taehyung wouldn’t admit it you, but your departure left his heart ravaged for quite possibly years, continuously overthinking how different things would’ve been if he just told you. Told you how he felt, told you that behind every innuendo, behind every hug, every tease, every stupid smile he flashed your way, that there was love behind it all.

Pure, unadulterated love.

He regretted it for months, for years thinking he’d truly lost the greatest opportunity in his life having let you go without protest, without fighting for you like he should’ve.

It hurt, it hurt until he’d eventually grown accustomed to the ache in his heart whenever he saw that same plaid pattern on anyone else, reminded of the jacket you wore to school everyday. The way he found himself subconsciously comparing nearly every girl he dated to you, how on rainy days and quiet nights, he sometimes wondered where you were, what you were doing, if you were awake at this time of night like he usually was, remembering the way the moonlight always seemed to love you, just like he loved you.

And he still did, Taehyung thought. He still loved you, now feeling your lips kiss him, your adorable height making you tippy-toe, the gentle way you held his face comforting.

Your lips then disconnected, Taehyung seeing your gaze was warm, something so reminiscent of affection, adoration in your eyes, and he thought in that one, singular moment that maybe, just maybe...

You loved him too.

“Fuck, this snow is bad.” Taehyung swore as he gauged any clear path of the road ahead.

“I hate to admit this, but the group was right. It was probably better staying at Jimin’s.” You sighed, worried about the amount of damn white you were seeing blanket the world outside.

“I thought if we left early we could escape it, but shit, mother nature is always so fickle.” He complained.

“It’s her charm, unfortunately.” You shrugged, realizing there was truly no way for you to get home now. “It’s early too, the snow ploughs won’t clear the roads just yet.” There was suddenly a concerned lilt to your tone as you peered ahead, gripping Taehyung’s arm and it grabbed his attention. “It’s getting dangerous too, Tae. I don’t want you driving in this.”

Taehyung was glad he had the gifted ability of hiding his emotions, because right now he would’ve been embarrassingly over the moon. He smiled back to you reassuringly, then contemplated an alternative.

“Would you.. rather come to my place?” Taehyung inquired, biting his lip once he realized he stupidly stuttered.

You blinked. “What?”

“Well, my place is much closer, and it’d be less dangerous driving there. You can just stay until they clear the roads.” Taehyung relayed casually, expectant eyes on you as his hands tapped against the steering wheel.

Your face slowly turned into an appreciative smile, taken aback by his act of kindness, but also felt something exciting tickle the bottom of your stomach.

“Sure, I’d love that.”

Taehyung shut the door of his apartment as you removed your boots, shredding stray snowflakes off his jacket when he spotted similar ones on yours, his hands naturally jutting out to rid the tiny icicles off you.

You turned around at his touch, thanking him and he smiled a welcome back. He’d taken your jacket just like before and tucked them away into his closet, gesturing towards his living room for you to get comfortable.

“Make yourself at home, do you want water or anything?”

“Yeah, actually. Water would be nice.” Taehyung nodded as he made for his kitchen, you tucking the skirt of your dress underneath you as you took your humble seat on his couch.

His home was so painfully Taehyung, it had you smiling like an idiot he was still the same. The same introspective Taehyung who adored art and photography, the same Taehyung who absolutely hated shoes and you could tell just by the way he abandoned them earlier he still had the same habit. Even to the way his house reflected this artistic, calming, and nuanced feeling he similarly had.

It drew you to admire some of the pieces draping his walls, when Taehyung returned with a glass of water, handing it to you as he plopped down on the couch. “Here.”

“Thank you.” You took the glass, gulping down some of the liquid for your parched throat.

“Your apartment is nice.”

“Thanks.”

You then both sat in silence for a short while, tapping the edge of the glass in your hand as you scanned the rest of his charming home. The silence wasn’t awkward considering the past events of today, just a silence in its definition.

“I still can’t believe I ran into you at a coffee shop.” Taehyung suddenly remarked, looking off at his table in front with a smile tugging his lips.

You chuckled. “Why? Too meet-cute for you?”

“No.” He chuckled too. “It’s just, I really thought it was the end when you left after graduation.” Taehyung paused for a poignant moment, air heavy with something as you watched him muster the courage to say something else.

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

He claimed it with such a sense of sadness, sense of longing that reminded you of how upset you also were that day, the rampant emotions that came crashing down realizing you were leaving behind an entire life.

“Me too.” You added with a similarly downcast tone. “I thought I’d never see you again, either.”

Taehyung then looked at you, eyes meeting your gaze. “I’m glad that wasn’t true.” Something lingered behind his words, something incredibly thick and telling, though you deflected it with a joke to lighten the air.

“I’m glad you didn’t delete my PowerPoints, either.” You snickered, hand coming up to cover your mouth, “I used to put a lot of work into them.”

Taehyung scoffed playfully, smiling through a chuckle as he responded. “I didn’t have the heart to. You were so passionate about your hatred for fruit on pizza.”

“I still am.” You added. “Do you really have them?”

“Yeah, I do. Let me show you.” Taehyung then pulled out his phone from his pocket, clicking away on the device as he scooted closer to you and leaned in, you similarly doing so and peering at a Google Drive folder of your wonderfully crafted presentations.

“Oh my God, I thought you were joking.” You snorted, snickering at the hilarious folder name; ‘Y/N says Fuck Hawaiian Pizza: the Saga’

“Nope, couldn’t delete them even if I was dared to.” Taehyung laughed with you, both of your eyes naturally falling as he shut off his phone, the conversation shifting.

“You know, I never actually hated it that much.” You admitted sheepishly. “I just liked annoying you and wasting 5 minutes of your day with every presentation.”

Taehyung looked scandalized at first, mouth falling agape until he ultimately let it go, admitting something of his own. “You know, I never actually needed your history notes. I just liked being annoying about stealing them so you always had to chase me down.” Taehyung’s smile was suddenly impish, shy as he fixated on fiddling with his slender fingers.

“After all that running I always did after you too? Jheez, you’re the reason I have strong calves now.”

“And you’re the reason I’m really good at presentations now.” You both chuckled together, the old days coming back in bouts until your mood changed, remembering Jimin’s advice from earlier.

As you looked at Taehyung, while he didn’t look at you, you could only help but find every reason in the world to listen to Jimin. Because Taehyung was Taehyung, he was the Taehyung that stole your heart with his boxy grin, the Taehyung who made every other man seem like an unappealing idiot you wanted nothing to do with, the same Taehyung who’s heart was made of love, and you wanted nothing but to return to him the love he gifted the world.

Because you loved Taehyung, no matter how much you’ll try to deny it, you still love him. All his smiles and giggles and soft hair and his sometimes coltish, though endearing ways of being himself. All his hard expressions and intimidating eyes and handsome looks and the way he holds a universe of stars in his old soul.

So your next words flowed, flowed more fluently than anything ever has in your life.

“You know,” You paused, eyes faltering to the glass in your hand. “I think, for the majority of high school... I had a crush on you, but I never said anything because I thought you wouldn’t want me.”

And there came the silence, the piercing, God awful silence you were so afraid of and so sure was spelling your doom. You didn’t dare look up from your glass now, downright terrified he was probably pulling the most confused face ever, and his silence was deafening. It had you contemplating the best way to jump out his window, he was only, what, 14 stories up? A human can survive a fall that high, right?

“You wanna know something?” Taehyung suddenly broke the silence, his deep, dulcet voice sounding beautifully in his apartment, and your eyes widened the second he opened his mouth next.

“I think I was in love with you for the majority of high school, but I didn’t say anything because I thought you never felt the same way.” And that’s when everything clicked, when your eyes widened in revelation, when it suddenly felt like the 6 years you spent battling your feelings for him was nothing but a sad joke.

Because this moment, alone, made you realize you two had the same hearts all along.

“You wanna know something?” You swallowed hard, eyes still on your glass as it shifted in your hand mindlessly. “I think... I’m still in love with you.”

You couldn’t see Taehyung, because you didn’t dare look at him at a time like this. You just sat there, breathing as leveled as you could until you felt Taehyung shift on the couch. He’d moved closer, closing the small gap between you both, beckoning you to finally look at him and that’s exactly what you did.

He spoke low, deep and low and it had your toes curling at just how proximal he was, his beautiful eyes gazing at you like you meant the universe and more to him.

And little did you know, you really did.

“I think..” He started, gripping the glass of water from your hands and placing it onto his coffee table. “I’m still in love with you, too.”

And your heart was set ablaze in a matter of seconds, your tentative eyes finding Taehyung’s as he leaned in, large palms on either side of your body as he inched closer, closer, and closer, until all he could see were your lips, jutting his face forward until his lips just brushed yours.

You chased his mouth a little, fluttering your eyes shut and Taehyung couldn’t help but smile before finally, finally pressing his lips to yours.

His mouth kissed you slow at first, slow and steady and it was intoxicating just like this. He constantly chased your lips, mouthing at them sensually and it was driving you insane, just the taste of his lips with a hint of wine on his breath shooting electricity to your core.

His hands moved to your sides, wrapping around your rib cage as he leaned you back onto the couch and laid on top of you. His body covered you as far as you could see, your dainty hands coming up to find his jawline and pull him against your lips fervently.

He slowly grew more passionate, smoothing over your sides as he mouthed for more of you, swallowing the little moans you made that vibrated through his body and it only revved is engine more.

Taehyung was taken, completely taken by how much he wanted you that he could only see you, could only think about all the dirty but soft and tender and passionate things he wanted to do to you.

One of his hands travelled underneath your thigh, pulling your leg up against him as he pressed his hips into your core, his hardening cock prodding you through his clothes once he started a gentle rocking motion.

Your hands travelled up his beautiful neck and tangled into his hair as you reciprocated. A slight tug left him groaning into your mouth, causing you to buck up into him harshly and it sent Taehyung’s mind into a dangerous place.

His breathing elevated against you, gripping your ribs so urgently it only made you pull him closer, arch your chest into his just so you could relish in the feeling. Your heart was thrumming in your chest, veins coursing with adrenaline so white hot it wasn’t long before you were moving desperately with Taehyung and it fueled your horny nerves.

Taehyung suddenly disconnected his mouth from you, breathing so shallow his chest was rising and falling fast. He was only centimeters above as he looked down at you, his eyes boring into yours with such a prominent sense of longing, want, pure desire, it took him no time to speak.

“Do you know how long..” He took a breath. “I’ve wanted to do that?”

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you to do that?” You replied, hands now smoothing over his shoulders to feel him, his body raging hot as he laid on top of you, looking at you like you were the only thing he ever wanted.

“Fuck, we’re so stupid.” Taehyung quickly said before his mouth crashed onto yours. This time there was something carnal in his kiss, something urgent and hot and it only made you pull him closer for more.

His tongue began to lick over your lips, slithering inside your mouth and the taste of him was euphoric, making you tangle your tongue with his just to taste him over and over again, until it was safe to say your tongues were down each other’s throats.

He kissed you sloppily, kissed until he was consuming you, his fingers digging into your thigh and side so fervently you knew there’d be marks, and it made your spine shiver, even more so when he spoke again.

“The minute.. I saw you in that dress..” He breathed out, kissing in between the exhaustion of his lungs. “I wanted to rip it off you.”

You groaned desperately at his confession, wanting Taehyung in ways that were so utterly carnal, almost feral, your entire being wanting to consume every inch of him, lay a million kisses across his honey-coloured skin and hear his caramel voice whisper into your ear, and so it didn’t take long for you to voice your desire.

“Taehyung..” You sighed, a satisfied lilt to your tone and it only lit Taehyung on fire.

“Mm?” He hummed, licking into your mouth on a quest for everything inside, his hips now grinding into your clothed cunt so harshly he was practically dry humping you, and without a second thought you were moving yourself against him too, hands exploring his broad chest.

“Taehyung..” You were more urgent, and it made Taehyung grunt harshly. “Rip it off me, Tae, unwrap me like you said you would.” You started harshly tugging at his offensive shirt, tracing the column of his throat as you relished in his delicious kisses.

And it all made Taehyung move so much harder, so much more roughly you were moaning into his mouth at the press of his hard, long cock against your aching core.

“Ruin me, Taehyung.” You scratched your nails against his neck, swallowing him into your mouth as you talked. “I want you to ruin me.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung swore, his length beginning to prod you so much more apparently as you bucked your hips up into him, it was sending Taehyung down the proverbial hole. And when you let out another gorgeous moan of his name, he knew he was a goner.

“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore.”

Taehyung then harshly grabbed your wrists and forced them against the couch in a single motion, eyes growing dark with heat radiating of his body in waves. He darted to the underside of your jaw and kissed hard, began mouthing at your skin until he travelled to the junction of your neck, sucking over the sensitive skin so rampantly it had you squirming underneath him, desperately trying to feel him against your core.

His pretty purple marks began blooming onto your neck, evidence of his raw desire for you, the years he spent longing for you. His teeth were nipping your skin, tongue licking over the bites as he pressed your wrists further into the couch the more you resisted.

You breath hitched when he moved to the slightly exposed valley of your breasts, making your nipples harden at just the prospect of his mouth travelling there. You began fighting his hold, causing you to arch into him as something dawned on you.

“Taehyung.. your shirt.” You whined, trying to manage the pleasure of his mouth canvasing your skin.

Taehyung left you for a mere second to shred off the annoying piece of clothing, tossing it aside as he returned to you urgently, your legs hooking around his torso as he came back to you.

His mouth was sucking hickeys onto your chest again when his hands began to smooth down your sides, so sensually purposeful until he reached underneath the hem of your dress, hooking onto the waistline of your pantyhose and panties, tugging teasingly.

Your core ignited at just his touch against bare skin, gushing as your hips harshly grinded against his body and your hands smoothed over the lean muscle of his body.

He yanked the pieces of clothing down the curve of your ass, proceeding to pull them past your thighs as you unhooked your legs to help take them off you.

The rush of the cold against your wet pussy lips made your breath hitch beautifully, one of Taehyung’s hands moving your skirt to let his large, warm palm cup your sex so pleasurably the contrast of the size of his hand and your little cunt sent you both ablaze.

“You’re so small, think you can take me, good girl?” Taehyung breathed against your chest. “I’ll fuck up your insides.” His baritone voice was dark and low as he warned you, sent arousal spiking through your nerves as you groaned.

“Fuck up my insides, Tae.” You desperately moaned out, hands finding Taehyung’s hair as he continued to lay searing kisses to your hot skin, his fingers rubbing your dripping folds harshly. “I just.. I need you, Taehyung, so fucking badly.”

“Say it again.” Taehyung hissed, exposing one of your bare breasts from your dress and pressing his tongue against a perched nipple, the wet sensation so satisfying you were scratching his shoulder blades.

“I-I need you, Taehyung.”

“Need me where?” He growled as he pressed against your clit and circled it, collecting your slick and spreading it all over yourself.

And it was hard, so fucking hard to think straight with your bare, soaking wet pussy was rubbing against Taehyung’s rough fingers and his lips sucking your exposed nipple for dear life, the pleasure burning inside you so hot your voice was coming out in choked moans.

“Need you inside, Taehyung.” You gasped out. “So empty without you, so fucking empty, for so long.”

“God, fuck.” Taehyung groaned proudly, popping off your breast to look at your half-lidded eyes, his own blown out with his hair mussed and lips swollen pink. He returned to your lips again as his hands simultaneously hooked underneath your thighs and suddenly lifted you off the couch, your legs secured around his torso as he walked you into what you assumed was his bedroom.

Your core rubbed against the buckle of Taehyung’s belt as he walked and you gushed oceans, the cool metal providing such delicious friction you were moaning satisfyingly into Taehyung’s mouth, grinding against him for more.

His kiss was fervent even when he splayed you onto his covers, back hitting the bed as you stroked your hands over his beautiful bare chest.

Taehyung suddenly came off you, eyes going wild as he looked down at your panting figure underneath him, then your offensive dress.

“Fuck this thing.” Taehyung nearly ripped it from your body, shredding the pretty fabric off and simply basked in the glory of seeing your naked body for the very first time.

Taehyung’s eyes filled with pure wonder, the moonlight and reflection of white snow falling outside adding a glow to your skin he couldn’t help but marvel at, your curves so beautiful he wanted to run his hands all over, the purple of his marks left on you only making him blossom with more arousal, more passion.

“Holy shit, you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Taehyung’s face was so blown away, you couldn’t help but grow a little shy, bringing him close to you by his neck so you could breathe into his ear.

“Good, I hear you ruin them.”

Taehyung could only smirk, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek, cock twitching at just your words. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Taehyung trailed one hand down your body, momentarily wrapping it around your throat until it was gliding over your nipple and down to your core, lining the lips of your pussy so teasingly you were reeling.

The pads of his fingers smoothed over your pussy lips again, applying pressure to your clit that had you lurching, until he used the opportunity to slide two fingers into your aching hole with ease.

“You’re so fucking wet, dripping all over my fingers.” He growled into your ear as he laid himself on top of you, his free hand holding your face while the other worked your core.

The sharpness of his long, slender fingers were euphoric, causing you to moan loudly. You could see his hard dick pressing against the fabric of his slacks almost painfully, and you jutted your hand out to begin palming him generously.

Taehyung could finally hiss as loud as he wanted, screwing his eyes shut in sheer pleasure.

He began pumping you faster in response, sliding in and out so deliciously you were moaning incessantly against his mouth as he began kissing you again. Your breasts were pressing into Taehyung’s bare chest the more you arched yourself, closing the offensive gap between you both and the skin to skin contact sending you both to cloud nine.

“Taehyung..” You moaned in between kisses, so shameless about your desire for him you only wanted to know his name.

“Taehyung.”

“Fucking hell, that does shit to me.” Taehyung began thrusting harshly into your hole now as punishment, practically finger-fucking you against his bed till it made your walls clamp down on him, trap his slender fingers inside so you could feel every heavenly inch of them.

You became hungry for more, your hand grabbing at Taehyung’s straining cock harder and the strangled groan that left his lips was so fucking beautiful, your insides were screaming.

“Shit, Taehyung,” You moaned out breathlessly. “You’re so hot like this, so fucking hot. Fuck me, fuck me like you said you would. ”

Taehyung’s breaths turned heavy and hungry, his cock aching to be inside you so painfully he was going insane at your every word.

“Fuck. I’m fucking you into next week. I’m fucking you until you only know my name. Fucking you until you know how badly I’ve wanted you, until your legs are shaking and you feel me in your throat.”

“Then do it.” You nearly cried out, hands fumbling with the waistband of Taehyung’s pants. Your pussy was aching so excruciatingly around Taehyung’s fingers your slick was gushing from you, all over him and it only made Taehyung feral thinking about what would happen if it were his dick instead.

“Fucking do it, Taehyung, fuck me until I’m shaking.”

Taehyung flipped his switch and suddenly shoved his fingers so deep inside you, scissoring you completely open it made you lurch up in searing pleasure. His large palm grabbed underneath your head and positioned you upwards, able to angle his fingers so he could smash them inside you so harshly it was pathetic it wasn’t even his dick that had you high, but just his fingers.

“Holy fuck, Taehyung!”

“Cum all over my fingers, pretty. I wanna hear you.” Taehyung growled into your ear, couldn’t help but think about your walls convulsing around his dick and it was euphoric hearing you moan, all fucked out underneath him.

He couldn’t stop finger-fucking you like his life depended on it, wanted to fill you up in so many ways you’d remember him for weeks.

You were almost there, the edge so close. It was racking the bottom of your stomach, had your toes curling and walls pounding so snug around Taehyung’s fingers you could only latch onto the nape of his neck for dear life.

You felt it, felt it so near and had his name leaving your mouth in such an intoxicating mantra you were seconds from letting go. Seconds, milliseconds, just about to release your impending orgasm until Taehyung ripped his fingers out of you.

You gasped scandalously at the loss, body buzzing with your unachieved high it made your exclaim come out in a garbled protest. “Taehyung, what the fuck?!”

You tried getting an answer, but Taehyung’s hungry, half-lidded eyes shut you up immediately, watching him lick his fingers like he was starved, like this was the sweetest honey he’s ever tasted.

“Fuck, you taste as sweet as you look.” Taehyung’s grin was evil, and it made you turned on but pissed he denied your orgasms.

“You’re so-” You attempted to get out, but Taehyung suddenly flipped you onto all fours in a second, your hands and knees anchored onto the bed with only your shocked figure confused.

“T-Taehyung, what are you-” You then sighed at the sudden touch of his tongue meeting your weeping hole in a devilish swipe. It was intoxicating, feeling his wet muscle begin licking into your core and tasting your soaked folds from behind.

“I’m doing what you asked..” His voice was dark and weighty, and that’s when you suddenly felt another sensation of his two fingers returning to your throbbing entrance. Your insides buzzed when he spoke against your core, grittier than he ever has all night. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

And his tongue suddenly slithered into your hole when he removed his fingers, licking into your entrance in a harsh rhythm as his palms began grabbing at your ass, kneading the meaty flesh as he straight up devoured your pussy like it was the only thing he’s wanted his entire life.

His tongue was lapping you fervently, so starved your dissipated orgasm was coming back again. You were winded, having never been eaten out like this and you were moaning his name loud enough to get noise complaints filed to the police.

“Taehyung!” You cried out, though he didn’t let up. Instead he brought one of his hands to your pulsing clit, circling and applying so much necessary pressure you were losing your mind, insane off the fact he hadn’t even filled you up with his cock yet and you were pathetic underneath him.

“Fucking God, Taehyung, Tae!” And when he groaned so audibly into your pussy, rutting himself against the bed for friction it sent you flying, soaring into the sky and losing all coherent thought as your orgasm bubbled in your stomach, his husky voice grounding you to Earth.

“Cum for me, baby, now.” And that was all it took to have you lurching over the edge, releasing your pent up orgasm so violently you were nearly screaming, Taehyung’s name the only distinguishable thing rolling off your tongue.

He licked up your juices like they were fresh water, helping you ride out your euphoric orgasm and allowing yourself a moment to rest. You breathed, falling onto the bed in exhaustion, trying to quell the blood pumping in your ears when Taehyung suddenly pulled you back onto your hands and knees, cautioning you darkly when he spoke.

“You thought we were done?” It was evil, he was evil, the way his voice sounded like the epitome of a smirk as you tried catching your breath. Taehyung’s lips then suddenly ghosted the shell of your ear as he wrapped an arm around your torso, pressing his chest to your back as he spoke.

“I haven’t even done anything yet.”

And again, it was the ‘yet’ that had you groaning out in frustration but in the best possible ways. How wasn’t this already enough? How did he have you so fucked out just by the sheer power of his fingers and tongue? It was sickening, he was sickening and you found yourself throwing your ass back on him to urge his cock into you already, to just fuck you open with all he had.

“Taehyung, just-fuck! Fuck me, please.” You were pleading, needing to feel the wreckage of what you could tell was the biggest cock you’ll ever take.

Taehyung had removed his pants and boxers in the moment, freeing his painfully angry cock from it’s confines. You were faltering from your position again when Taehyung suddenly prodded your abused hole with his engorged tip, you shuddering to life harshly.

“Taehyung, just-”

“Beg me.”

You cried out in immediate desperation, his voice so authoritative it was sending you into submission, clutching the covers under you so hard your knuckles were white as you complied. “Taehyung, please, fuck me. I need you, please.”

Taehyung’s arm was snug around your torso, feeling your every quaking expire in his hold and it was turning him on so agonizingly this was painful even for himself, but the way your sweet voice begged him was absolutely exhilarating.

“More.”

“Taehyung, if you don’t fucking-!” You were cut off by the sharp impalement of Taehyung’s cock in a single breath, knocking all forms of wind out of you. The head alone was so large you went hurtling into the mattress, almost losing your shaking arms’ support until Taehyung pulled you back up for him, snaking his one hand that was previously around his cock to your breast while the other gripped at your hip.

He was slowly sinking in, feeling your walls flutter open for him and the satisfied moan that left his mouth was evidence of how much this was affecting him.

“Fuck...” Taehyung dragged out completely content, digging into your hip to watch you arch your back for him, on his knees as he filled you up from behind. “You’re so fucking tight and wet, holy shit.”

You were struggling for air, oxygen leaving your lungs trying to accommodate for his monstrous size. It was unfair, so unfair he was so big and it had you praising him immediately, so full and stuffed it was the most pleasurable thing you’ve experienced all your life.

“You’re so big, oh my God, Taehyung, so big.” One of your hands shot towards his holding you by your hip, interlacing your fingers together against your skin just to ground yourself, to manage the sharp pierce of his length until it simmered into a pleasurable burn.

He bottomed out into your cervix and you both grunted loud, Taehyung containing himself just so he could feel your velvet walls palpitate around his throbbing dick. “Do you feel how hard I am, Y/N? Do you fucking feel it?”

“Yes, God fuck! Tae, yes..” You sighed out, eyes watering at just how much pleasure was already raking your abdomen again.

“That’s what you do to me, you barely touched me and this is how hard I am. How fucking badly I want you, how much I’ve always wanted you, wanted you since day one.” Taehyung’s voice was sincere and desperate, seemingly trying to counter your confession of your feelings from earlier.

“Show me, Taehyung.” You moaned, hands gripping his more affectionately, more desperately as you weakly held yourself up by the other. “Fuck me and show me how much you want me.”

Taehyung grunted out harshly, pulling his cock out of you until he thrusted back in. The first thrust had you keening, sending you into the mattress only to have Taehyung pull you back up once again. Then the second came, your walls greedily soaking him into you and it felt perfect, like two puzzle pieces meant to connect with each other.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth, all the way until Taehyung was pounding into you from behind with a drag so delicious you were moaning out more than you ever have in your entire life.

And it was sickening, utterly sickening the way his dick began fucking you into the mattress so roughly, angling your body in ways for his cock to pump into all the right places with the right amount of pressure. He watched himself disappear into your little cunt repeatedly, holding your hip up to encourage you to arch so low your ass was snug against his pelvis, and couldn’t think of anything more fucking perfect.

“You take me so well, so fucking well.” Taehyung praised, leaning over to aimlessly lay wet kisses up your spine like the demon he was, shoving himself into you over and over and over again with your walls convulsing around him.

You were trapping him inside you so tight he could spill into you in seconds, though held back determined he was making you cum again.

“So full, Taehyung, so deep.. all I feel is you.” The statement left you with a desperate sigh, your head hanging low until Taehyung’s hand kneading your breast suddenly wrapped around your throat, causing you to gasp at the arousing feeling. He pulled your head upwards, the junction between his long index finger and thumb forcing you to look forward, and you were utterly breathless at the scene.

His lips were near your ear in seconds, speaking like the devil incarnate as he was bent over you. “Look at us, look at yourself, so fucking pretty, so perfect.” You could suddenly see the reflection of Taehyung fucking into you from behind in his window, not even knowing tears had streamed down your face as his hand beautifully encased your throat, causing every nerve in your body to alight with fire.

“Look at the way I fuck you, how much I love you.” Taehyung’s carnal eyes looked at you through the reflection of the window, heart twinging at the sight of you crying but knowing he’s making you feel good, continuing his onslaught of drilling your battered pussy.

You moaned at the erotic scene, using every ounce of strength to keep yourself upright, your walls pulsing around Taehyung’s length as he thrusted harder and harder.

“Tae, fuck! I’ve always loved you, I always felt the same way, and I still do-ah!” Your lungs were tapping out when he suddenly shoved himself inside you to the brim, so utterly deep before he was thrusting again harshly, strangling out moans.

Clear sweat was slick between your bodies, his huge, delicious cock incessantly tearing up your insides and all you could do was chant his name in pleasure, in bliss, in your love for him that was burning so bright it was nearly painful.

“Y/N.. fuck. You’re ruining me. You’re so perfect, we’re so fucking perfect.” Taehyung was rambling at this point as his speed reflected his desperation, his immeasurable feelings for you.

He was trying his damn hardest to distract himself from the release aching his balls. He was growing weak himself, feeling you reciprocate his rough thrusts by fucking him back the same way. And the image in the window? Had him reeling, needing to hear the most beautiful sound you’d make when you finally came, and he knew you would, bordering the precipice with the way your walls pulsed around him.

Watching Taehyung fuck you in the window was now downright sinful to you, his harsh thrusts completely blissful and his hand gently squeezing at your throat was so dominant, so hot you were at your limit and ready to come.

But what ended up sending you over, pushing you to release the tightening knot in your stomach was the sweet, tender way Taehyung began kissing your neck.

The contrast between his cock abusing you and his plush lips kissing you so gently, so lovingly, it wasn’t long before you realized his fucking wasn’t just hard or rough, but full of sheer want, desire, love in all the right ways your walls were clenching around him rapidly in seconds.

And when Taehyung angled himself somehow deeper, in that one, perfect spot, you clamped down and finally came so hard you saw stars, knew you’d completely drenched his cock with the loudest release of his name you were glad it was the only word you knew in this moment.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” Taehyung breathed out in exhaustion, began soothing your abdomen with one hand and the other letting your head finally hang, grip loosened from around your throat and you could finally allow air back into your lungs.

You were heaving when you spoke up, realizing something. “Inside me.. Taehyung.” You were dreary, utterly gone, but it still didn’t distract you from the blissful feeling of Taehyung’s cock deliciously stuffed and throbbing inside you, trying to coax his rightful release. “Cum inside me, Tae. Please, fill me up.”

Taehyung didn’t need to be told twice when his cock worked a few more rough strokes into your tightened pussy and finally, finally came inside you. It was laced with a satisfied groan of your name, his grip on your side so intense you’d be glad if he left marks, wanting to remember every last bit of this night with Taehyung.

He painted you completely white inside, spilling everything he could offer into you, using what little strength he had left to hold you up while he continued to empty his seed inside. Taehyung then lost all function and allowed you to fall, his broad body resting on top of yours as you both hit the mattress.

Your chests rose and fell shallowly, completely taxed and having lost every ounce of strength. Taehyung’s hot breaths for air were fanning your neck, your arms sprawled out before you as Taehyung’s hands mindlessly interlaced with them against the tousled covers, cock still stuffing you whole.

It was another moment of breathing and regaining oxygen when Taehyung suddenly kissed the side of your neck, giving your hands a small squeeze before you felt him lifting himself, his warmth disappearing and you panicked.

“Where are you going?” Your throat was hoarse from screaming and moaning, a tinge of sadness to your tone as though he was leaving you, and Taehyung couldn’t help but find it endearing.

“It’s okay, I’ll be right back.” He smiled, moving your hair from the side of your face to plant a kiss to your cheek, post-sex haze racking his brain though allowing reality to leak back into his mind.

He then carefully, slowly pulled himself out of you, you whining at the loss of him and Taehyung smiled to himself in contentment, smoothing over your lower back with a palm in gratitude, before stepping towards his bathroom.

He’d pulled his boxers back on and returned with a damp cloth, finding you still flipped and laying on your stomach, having dozed off in exhaustion until you felt Taehyung’s warmth and heard his dulcet voice hazing you awake.

“Y/N, turn over for me.” His voice was hushed and tender, you complying by turning onto your back with his help. He then carefully swept the cloth against your battered core, you wincing a little with sensitivity and Taehyung made sure to clean more gently.

The cloth was thrown back into his bathroom when he turned back to you, an arm thrown over your tear-stained face and the other clutching your body, clearly shivering in the cold now.

Taehyung easily scooped you into his arms and lifted you off the bed, carrying you over to his pillows and delicately placing you upon his duvet, pulling the covers out from underneath you and tucking you into his bed.

You curled up into his blanket, Taehyung searching through his drawers for a stray t-shirt you could wear. He then lifted you into a sitting position, your eyes evidently sleepy and body limp as he pulled the shirt onto you, letting you fall back in place.

Taehyung could only chuckle to himself thinking he did mean to ruin you, but not so harshly you were devoid of consciousness. He placed a little kiss to your forehead in apology, wiping some of the tears off your face before he rounded the bed, crawling in next to you.

His arms reached out to pull your back snug against his chest, feeling the sleep in the back of his eyes take him. He basked in the strawberry scent of your hair, completely gratified until you suddenly turned over towards him.

His eyes shot open, only the top of your head coming into view as you nuzzled into his warm chest, your small self all tucked into Taehyung as he wrapped his arms around you like a safety net, holding you near.

And in that moment, all he could focus on was your light breathing, the sweet sound of your voice as you suddenly spoke in the dark of the night, moonlight glowing upon your entangled bodies.

“I love you, Taehyung.”

He grinned, the kind where he felt relieved, fulfilled, in a state of sheer bliss it was a moment before he replied, his own voice calm as you felt the hum through his chest, his hand tangled in your hair.

“I love you, Y/N.”

The morning sun bled into Taehyung’s room, your eyes fluttering open at a time you had no concept of. You stirred, finding yourself still in Taehyung’s arm, in relatively the same position from last night. You didn’t even feel like moving from his hold, the feeling so utterly fuzzy and comforting.

You basked in the sensation until he began to stir next to you, pretty eyelashes batting as his eyes fluttered open. His sights fell to you, eyes adorably taken by sleep while his soft hair was endearingly mussed by his pillow. You smiled at him warmly as he grinned back.

“Good morning.” you said shyly, nearly hiding underneath his covers.

“Good morning.”

You then flopped onto your back peering up at the ceiling, last night coming back to you in dream-like flashes you were surprised was somehow your reality.

It was just miraculous, utterly unbelievable until Taehyung turning into your side and snuggling his face into your neck was evidence everything was real, that he was real. It wasn’t some remnant of a dream or hallucination, but the real Taehyung as his arm draped over your stomach.

You had to bite your lip to contain your happiness, utter exuberance the universe had somehow finally paired you and him together, and funnily enough, on Christmas of all days.

“What are you thinking about, princess?” Taehyung hummed into your collarbone inquisitively, half asleep as he cuddled you.

You smiled, basking in his comfort. “Merry Christmas, Taehyung.”

Taehyung chuckled against you, arm pulling you closer to him as he kissed your neck. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Can you believe we met each other again during Christmas? It’s like the perfect Christmas miracle.” You marveled in wonder, tracing your finger along Taehyung’s pretty hand on your stomach.

“I mean, you know what Andy Williams said..” He mused next to you, husky voice laden with sleep. “It’s the most wonderful time of the year.”

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