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Every Little Part Of Me | Ch. 1

⇒ Pairing: (Taehyung/Reader/Namjoon)

⇒  Genre: Angst, Romance, Smut

⇒ Words: 5,316

⇒ Tags: Noona Reader, University AU, Stalker AU, SMUT, Husband! Namjoon, Student! Taehyung, passionate sex, oral (receiving), lots of confusing shit.

Chapter One 

You hug your coat closer to your body, as your feet hurriedly make their way down the dark and empty halls of the arts department. The echo of your heels reminding you of just how badly your feet were hurting, as the effects of a full day of work hits you like a truck.

As always, you were the last one of the professors to leave the building— and while you didn't mind helping your students out at the last minute, because that is one of the things you love about your job, the extra hours you were putting in were starting to catch up to you. The dark circles under your eyes, that not even makeup could cover, were a true testament of that.

Your body shudders as soon as you open the large wooden doors, the feel of the almost-winter air crawling right under your coat and over your skin making you wish you hadn't lend your car to your sister this morning — maybe you could’ve gotten home and under the covers a whole lot sooner, snuggling up on the couch with some hot chocolate and a good book.

You smile softly towards the security guard as you pass through the school gates, waving goodbye as you walk past. Walking home in this weather would be torturous and somewhat idiotic, but it seemed now you had no choice — a cab is a must right now. So, you stick your gloved hand out in the air and waved down a taxi cab, telling the driver your address as you step into the vehicle. Leaning back against the seat, you watch with tired eyes as buildings pass and street lights blur as your shivering body takes in the warm air blowing through the vents.

The weight of the day comes crashing down, and the rocking of the car slowly lulls your mind into falling asleep with each second that goes by —that is, until the cab stops at the bottom of the hill and you realize you need to walk the rest of the way.

A whole twenty minutes of walking in the darkness.

You pay the driver as you step out of the car only to watch him peel off down the road as you turn and make your way up the small hill. The streets were almost empty save for the occasional restaurant owner closing the shop for the day.

You quickly make your way across the street, knowing that your best friend, Ramona, would still be at her bakery, preparing all kinds of treats for the next work day.

“Hey babe!” Ramona sends a smile your way as she slides one of the half-filled trays of leftover goodies out of the glass displays in front of you. “Just give me a moment, I have a few pies in the oven. Just come around back” She smiles before she hurries off into the kitchen. 

“You got anything leftover goodies from today?” You yell out, dropping your purse on one of the chairs in front of you before sliding off your coat and bag bringing it on the back of the same chair. You quickly make your way into the kitchen, instantly getting hit with the smell of cinnamon and apple. “Shouldn’t you be getting home by now?” You ask her, picking up one of the chocolate chips sitting on the counter in front of you.

“I was, but one of the guys cancelled on me last minute And with the holidays right around the corner, I can’t leave things enough for the very last minute.” She babbles frantically as she moves from stirring something to check on the oven and plating treats on their respective trays. “So, now I’m stuck preparing for tomorrow. He didn’t even have a good excuse.” Ramona grumbles. 

She stops suddenly, finally slowing down long enough to look at you. “Long day?” She finally asks, grabbing onto the bowl in front of her, “You look like shit”

“Gee, thanks.” You pose cutely for her, “Where are my leftovers, woman?” You jokingly say getting straight to the point as you look around for that little white box with the light pink bow on it that holds every delicious thing known to man.

“I knew it! You only like me for my desserts” Ramona gasps jokingly, “and here I thought it was because of my good looks and charming personality.” Ramona continues sarcastically as she pulls out the box filled with little slices of heaven from under the counter. “Here.” She hands it over before asking, “Where’s Namjoon? I thought he would’ve been there to pick you up after class.” She frowns slightly, “Isn’t your anniversary coming up?”

“Uh…” You clear your throat at the sudden question, “He had to work overtime, the office needed him for something or other. I can’t remember what exactly.” You ramble off as you open the box of what seems to be chocolate chip cookies and stuff half a cookie in your mouth. 

You and Namjoon were sort of a sore topic these days, as in you never like when people brought him into the conversation. It wasn’t that you hated him, he was your loving husband after all, you just didn’t hear from him much because he was always working – it was rare for the two of you to even be home at the same time, let alone have dinner together. You know he worked to provide a good life for the two of you, you just wish he was actually there to live it with you at least once in a while. 

“Really? I haven’t seen him around in a week.” Ramona frowns, “Everything okay with you guys?”

You love Ramona, you do - but sometimes your best friend puts her nose in your business way too often than it should be necessary. You couldn’t complain though, considering she always gave you the best advice you could ever receive. Though this time, you had already decided to keep what was happening between you and Namjoon all on your own. 

“Everything’s fine with us. I need to get going, I need to get home.” You reply, closing the box in front of you, checking your watch in passing. “Thanks for the cavities. I’ll see you.” You tell her before you make your way out of the kitchen, leaving your very confused best friend standing staring at the back of your head — wishing you would come back and finish the goddamn conversation for once. 

The weather didn’t seem to lighten up at all in the thirty minutes that you spent inside the bakery, if anything the darker it got colder it did as well. So you hurriedly made the short trip up the rest of the hill. There was something about your neighbourhood that you just loved about. Maybe it was the fact that it was so colourful and full of life during the day, while at night it became quiet and serene, the drawings that adorned the walls still gave it its own personality. 

Not to mention the years of history along the walls - being only thirty minutes away from the university meant a lot of artists left their marks on them. And the deeper into the neighbourhood you went, the older the paintings were.

Growing up here, you had also left your mark when you were younger and although you never actually told anyone, you were proud of what you had created. You don't know why you decided to keep it a secret, maybe it was the fact that it wasn't really a cop friendly activity that might've done the trick. But you wanted people to know your art, not the person behind it. 

Your husband on the other hand wasn't from around here. And when you refused to move away, you received plenty of complaints on his part - until he noticed how close the university was and the lack of traffic to his job, lack of neighbors. He didn’t have to be friendly in the sense that when he was at home – if he ever was home, he could kick back and relax. 

Your thoughts stopped suddenly as you walked past your favourite mural, it was old with its paint already fading and it wasn’t all there anymore, but for you, every time you looked at it, it felt like the first time you had given the idea life. Every stroke showed emotion, a story waiting to be told. There was no other like it, not by the same person at least — what you wish to go back to that time, to be young and naive once more. 

The minutes, unknowingly, slowly slip away from you as you stood in front of the graffiti-covered wall. Your phone’s sudden ringing from inside your purse snapping you out of it. Your eyes flicker for a second in the darkness as you take out your phone, your husband’s name lighting up the screen. Taking a deep breath, you slide your thumb across the screen and check your messages.

New Message

[6:36pm] Hubby: Something came up at work, I’ll be a bit late home tonight.

You read the message repeatedly; it was the same message he had sent two nights ago, and a week before that. It had become customary now to receive the same text, with the same wording every single time. And every single time he ended up staying in a hotel they had a meeting at or flying out to some other country leaving you to wake up to an I promise to bring you something nice or The boss gave me no choice text from him. 

You could say that you were used to it by now, you didn't question it as you didn't really think anything of it. You were in your own little world and you would stay there if needed to. 

You continue making your way up the stairs, looking out at your house in the distance; the exhaustion from being on your feet most of the day becoming more and more prominent with each and every step.

Hoisting your bag over your shoulder as you reach the front gate, your fingers trembling as they punch in the security code. “Oh, come on!” You mumble to yourself, the cold air making you run towards the front door, desperate to escape into the warmth of your house.  

You let out a deep breath, rubbing your hands together as you try to get your cold fingers to warm up. You throw everything on the couch, feeling too lazy to put everything in its place as you take off your soaked black coat and toeing off your muddy shoes before leaving them by the entrance.

“Home sweet home” You mumble under your breath as you switch the lights on in your completely empty house. You had given the maid the weekend off, knowing you wanted to stay completely alone. The reason being so you could work on your art without any distractions, not to mention all the classwork you had to catch up on.

You make your way into the kitchen, picking up the sticky note stuck on the microwave from your maid – you read it over, learning that she had left you something for dinner tonight and thanking you for giving her the rest of the weekend off. You happily warm up the food as you take a seat on the very large glass dining room table. 

Growing up, you had thought you would’ve made something of yourself by now. You had ambitions of traveling the world and viewing famous pieces of art and taking pictures of anything and everything. You wanted to meet with artists and be surrounded by different cultures. But that exciting part of your life was no more than a distant memory. This was your life now. You just had to find a way to come to terms with the idea. 

You don’t blame Namjoon, even if you had given all of that up when you decided to stay and marry him. You didn’t have to do any of this, and he didn’t ask this of you. You made this decision all on your own – there was no one to blame, but yourself in this situation. 

As the week passed by, you couldn’t help but settle into the same routine. You woke up early in the mornings, sometimes before the sun was even up, and went for a run around the neighbourhood. You ate breakfast, spent most of your day at school, then returned home late to grade papers. You did this repeatedly, day after day, until the weekend came along.

After a while, you had gotten used to being alone in the large house. You had already decided to spend the beginning of your weekend by relaxing and watching some TV before you had to really wrap yourself around your work. These papers weren’t going to be grading themselves and the more you push it off to the side the more work you would have later on. 

You took another sip of your tea, feeling content with how the now fully coloured canvas, you hum to yourself in content as you place down the brush on the table beside you.

You live for moments like this. Moments where you could just sit back and relax, not having to worry about anything or anyone. You love your job, there’s no regrets in what you were doing, but that nagging feeling in the back of your mind telling you could be doing more with your life was hard to ignore.

Art was the only way you could really express yourself without having to say anything, the pictures you took and the paintings you created spoke for you. They forever encase your emotions and your thoughts and are often your escape from the real world - giving you a place to create one of your own.

The moment is interrupted when the doorbell rang throughout the house. You pick up one of the rags next to you, frowning at the sudden intrusion. You weren’t really expecting anyone, especially not this close to dinner time.

“Hello, can I help you?” You question as the woman in front of you smiles brightly. You scratch the back of your neck when you remember you were wearing one of Namjoon’s old shirts, and it was covered in fresh and old paint.

The woman in front of you bursts out laughing, “(Y/N)! It’s so good to see you after all these years!” She squeals before throwing her arms around you, enveloping you in the tightest hug ever. You remained stiff in her arms when she began to jump up and down in, what you assumed to be, excitement.

Holding you at arm’s length, she moves your confusion from side to side, “You look so much older and prettier! Oh my, how we’ve both grown!”

“Do I know you?” You let out in a soft whisper, finally able to speak when the woman in front of you lets you get a word in.

“Oh! Right, I’m Namjoon’s sister. Well...estranged sister, we don’t really talk that much.” The woman continues to ramble on and on about how her family and Namjoon split when he decided to go in a different direction than the farm — even though you had already heard this story before from the man himself.

You haven’t heard much of anything about the missing sister, considering they just never mentioned her again. And frankly, the only reason you knew her name was because of your incessant ability of not letting things go.

“I’m sorry, I ramble when I’m nervous…” You watch as Hyuna glances back out towards the street with a troubled look on her face, which makes you become worried in return.

“Everything okay?” You ask her, finally opening the rest of the door and gesturing for her to come in. “Come on in, it’s warmer inside.” You offer her as the cold air hits you straight in the face.

“Oh, no. I’m sure Namjoon already told you, he told us to come whenever we were ready and... well, we’re ready!”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Well...Didn’t he tell you? Namjoon told me he was going to take care of his nephew, Taehyung, from now on, or at least until final exams. Taehyung has been in some trouble, so after contacting my brother, we agreed on my son coming here to live with you.” She continues, leaving you to take everything she just said in. Your husband hadn’t spoken to you in days, so of course he never mentioned any of this.

“We’d like for Taehyung to actually graduate this year. But ever since he found out he was adopted...it’s like he has decided to rebel, go against everything we ask and expect of him.” Hyuna sighs, “The divorce isn’t really helping things out either.” She mumbled under her breath before flashing you another megawatt smile, the bags under her eyes further accentuating how tired she was. “Namjoon agreed, and suggested Taehyung should have a change in scenery and repeat the year under his watchful eye.”

Watchful eye, my ass! He’s barely here as it is. — you think to yourself.

“Oh, did he now?” Your smile widening, while internally you were thinking about how you were going to kill him and get away with it.

“Well, I’m sure Namjoon already went through everything with the both of us so why don’t we get Taehyung settled in?” Hyuna asks you, her questioning smile erasing your thoughts of murdering your husband the instant you realize the boy was here.

“Wait, he’s here?” You frown in her direction, eyes following the taller woman as she gets up from where she’s seated and heads back out the door.

You stand in your doorway, watching with curious eyes as she stands by the passenger door – knocking lightly on the glass.

The boy inside glared at her, grumbling to himself as she continued knocking on the glass. It took a few minutes before he finally got fed up with her insistence, and reluctantly climbed out of the car.

He was clearly taller than Hyuna, with somewhat long, black hair that hung in front of his eyes. He was still in his school uniform, which made you guess this entire move was a surprise on his mother’s part.

Taehyung glanced around at the big houses surrounding him, a stark contrast to the ones back home. He never understood why rich people always wanted more space, he saw it as something completely unnecessary. Letting out a long sigh, he begrudgingly follows along when his mother grabs onto his arm and pulls him towards his uncle’s house.

Taehyung never met the man in question, he only knew what he looked like from the pictures in old family albums his mother kept hidden away in the basement.  

“Hello! You must be Taehyung!” You greet him with the biggest welcoming smile you could muster. You extend your hand out, watching the taller boy approach with a straight face and bored demeanour.

Taehyung only keeps walking, past you and through the open door – never letting out a word in either direction. “Don’t take it to heart, he’s not really that much of a people person.” Hyuna says as you awkwardly put your hand back down, nodding to yourself as you look back at the nineteen-year-old moody teenager looking around the spacious house with a look of indifference.

“It’s okay, I get it” You smile at Hyuna, “I’m sure he’ll fit in right away. Probably” You sigh out, feeling unsure of yourself as all the stress of the semester crashing down on you. You knew you still had a few more papers to grade your little break you took was not enough to make you feel even a little bit relaxed. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”  You ask her, closing the door behind her as the two of you follow Taehyung into the house. He still had on his coat and his backpack strapped to his back - as if looking for a hole to escape through. 

“That would be lovely!” Hyuna immediately agrees as she runs to him, wrapping her arms around the tall boy’s arm and dragging him into the kitchen.

You have no idea what you had just gotten yourself into, or what Namjoon was even thinking when he agreed to any of this – why would he do that in the first place without even mentioning it to you was beyond your understanding, the man was barely here in the first place.

You take another big breath before you slap on that big welcoming smile before you follow them into the kitchen. You were seriously going to kill Namjoon next time you saw him. 

//

You collect the dirty plates, a big smile on your face as you look at Hyuna��s face as she finishes shoving the last bite of food into her mouth. Groaning as the flavour hits her taste buds, “That was an amazing, best meal I’ve had in awhile.” Hyuna continues, praising your cooking as she puts her stomach. You move back towards the kitchen, quickly glancing at the boy sitting at the other side of the table – he hadn’t uttered a word the entire night, pushing his food around his plate as his music continues blasting through his headphones.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, I haven’t cooked for so many people in such a long time.” You smile at the compliments, walking back to the table until you were standing right next to Taehyung. He looks up at you,his naturally puppy dog eyes looking at every inch of your face. “Are you finished with your dinner, honey?” You don’t miss the eyebrow raised at the mention of the pet name, before he pushes the plate towards you in a silent ‘yes’. 

Taehyung’s eyes stare at you the moment you walk away, going completely unnoticed by Hyuna and you as you set down the plates in the sink and turn on the tap.

“I should probably get going...” Hyuna hints, glancing at the clock on the wall before she’s grabbing onto her purse on one of the kitchen stools. You dry your hands on your apron, moving to stand beside her. You watch as she gives her son a hug, and leaves a lipstick stain on his right cheek, getting no reaction from the boy before she sighed sadly. “I’ll miss you, Tae. We’ll see you soon I promise.” You walk beside her as you accompany her to the front door, watching as she waves goodbye to her son one last time before she’s pulling you into an unexpected hug before quickly walking down the long driveway.

As you close the door, you take in a deep breath, wishing this was not all happening so quickly in such little time. You walk back into the kitchen only  to find Taehyung no longer sitting in the same position. But rather sitting on the couch in the living room, hugging his dark blue backpack to his chest and his luggage sitting on the floor next to him.

“So…” You start, moving to stand in front of him. His head instantly turns to stare at you, his eyes meeting yours with faint disinterest. “I should probably show you to your room.” You clear your throat, “I’m sure you’re tired after that long a drive” you say as you motion for him to follow you as you move towards the stairs.

You don’t look back, hearing his heavy footsteps following right behind you letting you know that he hadn’t ignored you. 

You take Taehyung to the other side of the house, to the only guest room with its own private bathroom. “The maid comes in every morning on weekdays  to tidy things up, I’ll let her know to make up your room after you’ve left for school in the morning.” You let him know, opening the door to the room – looking around at the soft blue sheets that decorated the bed.

“Bathroom is in there, the closet on the other side.” You point around at the different doors around the room. Taehyung drops his bags, sitting on the bed as he bites on his bottom lip. “You can go into the kitchen at any time, the fridge is fully stocked with late night snacks and I’m right down the hall if you need anything… Uh…” You stood there, scratching the back of your neck, feeling a blush running up your neck and settling in your cheeks – moving to walk out the door in the most awkward manner your body could muster.

“Actually” Taehyung’s surprisingly deep voice echoes across the room. Well, you were not expecting that.  “Can I have some more pillows?” He asks, looking at the two measly-looking pillows lying on the bed, he could already feel his neck hurt at the thought of sleeping like that. 

You quickly nod, finally glad to hear him talk at least. “Yeah, sure… I’ll go get them for you right now!” You smile widely before moving out of the room, thinking of where to get his pillows. In your mind, you were finally making progress with the Taehyung — even if it was something as little as this.

It took you awhile to locate a few extra clean ones, before you were walking back into Taehyung’s room only to hear the shower running and he was nowhere to be found.

You decide to clear the bed for him, mounting up the pillows in the most comfortable way you could. Your mind up in the air and distracted, that you never heard the shower being turned off, nor the boy now walking out of the bathroom, with a towel around his waist and small droplets of water now dripping down his naked chest.

Taehyung watches silently as you fluff the pillows, biting his bottom lip as he heads towards his suitcase. Maybe this won’t be as bad after all – he smugly thinks to himself as he moves to stand right behind you, a towel on his wet hair as you crawl off the bed, jumping when you hear him clear his throat from behind you before letting out a scream of surprise, blushing as you try to recover from the small heart attack that he almost caused you. 

“Taehyung! I’m sorry, I thought you were still in the shower.” You chuckle nervously, noticing just how close he was standing to you. So close that you could still see the small droplets of water dropping off his chin and down his chest one by one. Oh, it has been way too long since you were this close to a man, because this was no boy. You gulp, looking anywhere but at the man in front of you.

“I should probably go get ready for bed, it’s getting pretty late already... Have a good night then!” You squeal out before you dash out of the room in a hurry and head straight for the comfort of yours. You felt awkward and uncomfortable with what had just happened, whatever it is that JUST happened. 

Taehyung looked at the door after you left, thinking about how adorable you look when your cheeks went red and you looked completely flustered. He liked it when girls acted that way around him, he was used to it. Yet, there was something about you that he just seemed to like a bit more.   

You sit on bed with your class’s works laying in front of you, a collection of random black and white sketches for the first part of the assignment you had made them slave over this weekend. Your glasses were sitting at the tip of your nose as you try to keep your eyes from closing as you continue to type in comments of approvals and things they needed to work on for the rest of the semester.  It was already nearing two in the morning when you heard the garage door open, not moving from your position as you knew for certain it was no one other than Namjoon coming in at such a late hour. 

Your short suspicions were confirmed a few minutes later, when the very man was entering through your bedroom door with his coat jacket in his hands. “There’s my little workaholic!” You greet him, smiling up at him as he walks closer to you. Namjoon sends you a tired smile before leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your lips.

Namjoon chuckles tiredly as he throws his coat onto the end of your bed before he pulls on his tie as he heads towards the bathroom he yells back “Speak for yourself! You’re the one who brought work into the bedroom!”  You hear the shower running as you continue with your work, deciding to finish it tomorrow when you had enough sleep to be able to think straight.

You push your work from your lap before moving them to the floor, you look up at Namjoon with a small angry glare hoping he would get the hint a little bit quicker. You were mad. But, you weren’t going to tell him that, you were going to let him figure that out on his own. 

“What did I do?” Namjoon stops, slowly taking off his remaining sock, “Who says anything wrong?” You answer back. This prompts Namjoon to chuckle dryly as he rolls his eyes jokingly, “Maybe because when you get mad, you get this insanely cute pout on your lips?” 

You blush at the compliment, brushing it aside as you clear your throat, “When were you going to tell me you offer Taehyung a place to stay with us?” Your ‘stern’ voice resurfacing as you remember how angry you still felt. Or at least you did. 

 “I knew I forgot something important…” Namjoon quips, biting at his bottom lip as his forehead wrinkles in frustration. The same way he always did when he knew he was guilty of something – after so many years of being together, you liked how you knew him like the back of your hand. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble. I figured I would sit you down for dinner before breaking the news to you, but I guess Hyuna had other plans.”

You keep silent as you watch him begin to undress, stretching his neck as he shrugs off the white button up. You bite at your bottom lip, putting the papers back down on the bed as you lean back and take a good luck at him. Namjoon turns around, leaning on his knee on the bed as he looks at you up and down as he takes off his watch. “What?” He smirked, his hands now reaching down to his belt, tilting his head to the side as he watches you rub your thighs together. 

“Nothing…”

Namjoon lets out a loud sigh, unbuttoning the top of his dress pants before crawling like a lion to his prey. His fingers gliding over the top of your naked legs, lustful eyes staring you down as he grabs onto your ankles and pulls you down swiftly until you're laying down on the soft bed underneath him.

He doesn't say anything as all traces of playfulness are gone as he moves your hair out of your face before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. Namjoon, lays his body over yours, a hand sliding down your t-shirt until it's sitting on the side of your stomach - slowly inching towards your chest, until his hand is gripping onto your bare breast and his lips leave a trace of kisses down your jaw and to your neck.

You could feel him grinding his hips against yours, grunting as he feels chills running all over his body. Namjoon could feel the pressure building up in the bottom of his stomach and the blood rushing down to his member. He grunts out, his lips meeting yours once again before his pulling away. Namjoon slides down your body, never looking away from you as he lays down in front of you. His gentle kisses on the inside of your thigh so very close to the place that has been neglected for far too long.

His hands grab onto your thighs, spreading your legs apart even wider as he settles in between them. You shut your eyes moving you feel him move your underwear to the side, his soft lips meeting your wet center. You sigh out in ecstasy as you feel him flatten his tongue against you. It has been way too long since the last time your husband had touched you in such a way.

Your hands wrap around his dirty golden looks as his tongue continues to flick against your clit in a quick manner, leaving your entire body a trembling mess. Namjoon smirks as your body arches, pushing further against his tongue before pushing his index finger into you slowly. He curls his finger against the inside of your walls, leaving you a moaning mess as you continue to tug on his hair. Your hands let go of his hair, running up your own stomach as you grab both of your breasts in your hands.  

You feel his lips sucking hard on your clit before pulling away with a ‘pop’ and you feel your orgasm being pushed closer and closer to the edge. All you needed was that little push.

Namjoon pulls away from you, hooded eyes staring down at you as he pushes his dress pants down his muscled thighs until his penis is standing fully erect in front of you. He roughly grabbed onto your hips, pulling you towards his body before the tip of his member was sliding up and down your clit.

Namjoon grunts as he pushes into you up to the hilt, feeling your warm, wet and pulsating walls surrounding him entirely. “God, I’ve forgotten how good you feel around me” He moans out as he begins to buck his hips into yours. His thrusts were short, but hard enough that you could feel pleasure shoot through your entire body. The little whimpers that let your body sound like music to his ears as he gathers up both your legs into his arms and throws them over both of his shoulders. With the new position you could feel him sinking in deeper within you as he begins to move faster and harder.

“Joonie…” You whine, your hands fisting the cotton sheets beneath you as the urge to cum intensifies even more. “I’m about to oh fuck…” the words never leaving your lips as your orgasm washes over you. Toe- curling, back arching pleasure washing over you.

Namjoon’s eyes shut as his hips move quicker, his own orgasm making his balls tighten as the snap against your ass before pumping you full of his cum.

Your heavy breathing could be heard echoing all over your bedroom, his groans joining. “Fuck” 

Namjoon whispers under his breath, pulling out of you before watching his seed spill slowly out of you.

You feel him slide the tip of his member up and down your lips before sliding it back in once more

You whine a little at the over sensitive feeling that shoots up your spine before your pushing at his abdomen.

Namjoon chuckles, pulling his now softening member out of you and laying down next to you on the bed, feeling completely exhausted. “I guess that means that I’m forgiven?” He jokes, looking at you with tired eyes as he bites his lip trying to contain his smile – you laugh out loud as you hit him in the chest in a joking manner.

“Stop it.” You mumble, your voice heavy with sleep as you lay your head on his chest. You feel Namjoon’s hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body as he props his chin on the top of your head.

Neither you nor Namjoon ever caught the pair of brown eyes that were looking at the two of you so intently from the half-opened door.

Masterlist >>

[joonsoulmap-archived]

he’s really out here…looking like this

[blushykth]

101/365 days of my entire universe ♡

[starry-tae]

A cutie in specs¿

[feralbangtan]

“My blood, sweat and tears My last dance Take it all My blood, sweat and tears My cold breath Take it all“- Blood, Sweat, and Tears, BTS

Taehyung as Yusuke. BTS as Persona 5 Characters 4/7.

Joker/MC Ryuji Ann Makoto Haru Akechi

[you-made-me-again]

smiley taehyungie

[cbin]

content.

[softjeon]

i quit

[brightlytae]

I’m so fine wherever I go

Even if it takes a while sometimes

It’s okay, I’m in love with my-my myself

It’s okay, I’m happy in this moment

- BTS IDOL

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[tearuntold]

this was such a look™

[jeonggukingdom]

may I request 19 + 21 with tae tae, please? you can combine them or write two separate ones, whichever you prefer. :)

[ ˌdɛsɪˈdɪərɪəm ]

noun; a powerful desire or yearning.

Prompt: “Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”  +  “You want to watch me do what?“ Pairing: Taehyung x ReaderGenre: Smut, phone-sex operators!AUCount:  7.4 words

warnings: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, phone sex, daddy kink, masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex, edging, rough sex, light breath play, squirting

AN: this AU was inspired by >this

Sweat gathers in the shape of glistening pearls on your neck and falls down to your clavicles before reaching your back, inducing a shiver to run down your spine in their trail. Your body trembles in both annoyance and satisfaction for, in the incredible heat of your bedroom, even sweat seems to be somewhat refreshing.

You heave out a sigh, opening the door of your room in the hopes of creating a gentle breeze and freshen up your four walls — which you haven’t left for the past twenty-four hours.

You look at your phone screen, checking how much time you have before your working shift starts — if you’re even allowed to call it that.

You close your eyes, shaking your head as you recall the conversation you had with your best-friend — and also roommate — a mere month prior to this very moment.

He had come to you with one of his dazzling smiles, excitement spilling out of every pore, and an alarming glint in his eyes.

Usually, summertime would mean going back home to your families, spend the days at the beach or inside your apartment doing absolutely nothing except contemplating the sweetness of being lazy all day long. But, this time around, you both wanted to find a job for the season and store up some much-needed money before your final year at the University began. Surely, you wouldn’t have ever dreamed of the type of job he came out with.

You had been looking to be a waitress of some sort — didn’t matter if at a bar or a restaurant or a shop, as long as the pay was decent, you would do it. But Kim Taehyung had found the perfect job. Well, at least according to him.

That day, under the scorching sun at the cusp of midday, he had found you sitting on the grass, right under a tree, seeking comfort in its shadow with desperation written on your features for the upcoming final test of the year. Without saying a single word he had shoved a self-printed piece of paper in your hands and, the feeling of utter bewilderment you had whilst reading the little words printed on it is something you will never forget.

 "Looking for phone-sex operators.

For info, contact the following number

XXX-XXXX-XXX"

“Are you kidding me?!” the whispered shriek that left your mouth had him chuckling, tilting his head to the side in that adorable puppy-like way that always made him get away with basically everything. And you hated him for it.

“Come on! The pay isn’t that bad, you can stay absolutely still in your bed the entire summer and earn a decent amount of money. All you need to do is help some dudes to get off!”

Kim Taehyung and his godawful blinding smile could make climbing mount Everest seem the easiest task in the entire Universe.

To this day, you don’t know whether it was a lack of sugar in your blood due to the torrid weather, or even your everlasting crush on him that made you open your mouth and pronounce the very word that led you to this moment right here.

“Ok.” If you could have slapped yourself in the face right there, you would have. Of course, Kim Taehyung can make you agree to abso-fucking-lutely anything. The very bane of your existence, that’s what he is.

And now, sprawled on your bed whilst reminiscing the past few weeks and how the job has proven itself to be more demanding than you initially thought, you’re still unsure whether you should thank him or curse him. Sure, the job can be quite fun but you learned the hard way that more minutes mean more money and keeping the attention of a man with a hand around his cock isn’t exactly the easiest job on the planet. Not to mention the plethora of kinks people have and that you need to comply with even when they are not only not your best alley but, also, completely foreign to you. And in those cases, working in front of a computer, the homepage fixed on Google’s searching-bar, is imperative.

Though you would never admit it out loud, the job is really not as bad as you usually depict it when Taehyung even dares to say a word about it. You have to recognize to yourself, at least, that the work still gives you enough freedom to relax and do whatever you want — or don’t want — to do.

Your calls don’t usually come one after the other unless it’s the weekend and past ten, allowing you the time to wind down and gather yourself before going back into character and, sometimes, you even get a little present on the side. Someone with a hot voice and a thing for pleasuring others whilst pleasuring themselves.

You whine — your white shirt uncomfortably sticking to your skin — and with a huff, you jump out of bed, your thoughts discarded by the incumbent need of a shower or literally anything that can alleviate the feeling of intolerable heat.

You storm out of your room, heading straight to the bathroom and then, before you can finish crossing the hallway, you hear it: his voice. The low timbre and his husky whispers send shivers down your spine and you find yourself taking slow, tentative, steps towards his room.

Door slightly ajar — probably opened in the same hope you had of finding solace in a thin waft of fresh air — you find him sitting comfortably on his bed, legs crossed and disheveled chestnut hair slightly sticking to his forehead due to the thin layer of sweat that empurples his skin.

He hums and the sound makes you freeze on the spot as you quickly catch on the fact that he’s on the phone with a client. Your eyes close as you try to force yourself and walk out from a scene you’re not supposed to be witnessing.

This is a promise you made to yourself the very first day you started working in this field: you would never, never, listen on any of his calls.

“Curl your fingers for me, baby girl,” his voice resonates in the silence of his bedroom and it sends a pang to your already aching heart, making it even harder to peel yourself from the entrancing view.

Your crush on him is something you’ve been fighting for a very long time now — trying to go on dates; have casual sex with strangers in hopes to get your mind off of the images of Taehyung dancing or kissing with another girl; trying to make him jealous by hanging out with other guys around him. Obviously, nothing has worked so far.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

He grunts at the response of the girl at the other end of the landline and you find yourself inching closer to the doorstep, trying to drink up all he has to offer, stealing something that is not meant to be for you.

“Mh, I bet you feel so tight,” his head falls on the cushion behind him and he closes his eyes, biting his bottom lip as he always does when he’s thinking hard about something.

You can almost hear the moans of his client and it makes your thighs rub together, the heat spreading from your core to your whole body.

“Cum for me, baby.” He nearly growls his last four words and you have to gulp down a strangled moan at how unbearably hot he sounds. What had saved you up until now was the fact that you had never witnessed or heard him doing anything with a girl. He was always attentive on keeping it quiet whenever a girl was in his bedroom and, secretly, you’ve always been thankful to him. But now, now that your imagination has the real deal as a reference, you know you are forever doomed.

He chuckles lightly and it almost feels as if he’s taunting you, knowing exactly your deepest thoughts. He hums at his client words and cocks his head to the side, staring at the ceiling, pensive.

“Have a great day, baby.” He whispers back to her as she hangs up.

His duty as a caring partner is now done and he tosses his phone away on the mattress, a sigh of satisfaction emitted from his mouth.

You watch him rub a hand on his forehead to gather up the sweat that coiled there during the session and inhale deeply before reluctantly — as his grunt suggests — get up to his feet and aim for the door.

Your steps are hurried as you inch backward to conceal the fact that you’ve been there a good amount of time — enough to witness such a private moment, at least.

His eyes meet yours as you freeze a few steps away from his doorstep and you’re welcomed with one of his dazzling smiles, head slightly tilted to the side.

“Oh, ___”

You gulp down, your eyes falling to the ground as you try to suppress the incumbent blush you can feel wreathing on your cheeks.

“I’m dying in that godawful room,” he moves right past you, not even questioning your presence so close to his doorstep, “Worse than a bloody sauna!”

You hum, spinning on your heels to follow him up to the kitchen where he pours a generous amount of fresh water into a glass.

“I was about to take a shower,” you fix your eyes on the counter, biting down your lips as you try to keep at bay the evident layer of embarrassment your words are laced with.

You can hear him gulp loudly and emit a sound of satisfaction at the newfound appeasement.

“Ah, shower,” he hums, tilting his head to the side with a dreamy look on his features, “I will totally do that as soon as I’m done with work.”

His back hits the washbasin and he closes his eyes as a pleasant breeze passes through the room, offering solace to both of your hot and sweaty bodies.

“When is your shift done?”

“Mh, in about forty minutes,” he pours himself some more water and gulps it down heavily, tilting his head backward to welcome the fresh liquid down his throat.

“About that…” your voice is thin and uncertain as you intertwine your fingers, torturing the little bones as you dare to ask such a lewd question out loud.

“Would you mind if I…” you trail off, mustering the courage to voice your words out loud becoming harder as you realize what you’re about to ask of him, “If I’d watch you?”

You don’t know where the thought came from — or rather, you don’t know what exactly prompted you to demand such a preposterous request. Still, the words leave your mouth and silence engulfs the entire apartment.

“You want to watch me do what?” His tone betrays the incredulity your words left him with and you close your eyes as you shake your head.

“I’m sorry, I should have never asked!”

You take a step back, inhaling deeply as your eyes fix on his expressionless features — a trait you always hated of him for there is no way of telling what Kim Taehyung is thinking unless he decides to express it himself, unlike you who are, as a matter of fact, an open book.

“It’s just that sometimes I find it hard to keep the clients hooked on the phone for a long time and I figured maybe I could learn from you.” Your words are rushed, the lie conceived under a layer of true statements passing unnoticed. Your struggles are true, yes, but the reason you asked such a thing of him is far less innocent than that.

“Oh.”

Silence falls back between you, thickening the air all around you.

“Ok, then.”

You watch him shrug as he places the glass in the sink and moves towards his bedroom.

“R-Really?” You stutter and follow him like a lost puppy, a pang of guilt in your heart as you realize what you just tricked him into doing.

“Of course.” He turns and offers you one of his blinding smiles, his eyes crinkling at the sides, “If it helps you, why not?”

He cocks his head to the side and winks at you and you fall deeper into the chasm of shame and mortification.

Your steps towards his bedroom are tentative as if you’re expecting a trap to snap from the ground and suck you in but still, you follow him inside.

His bedroom is enveloped in a dim light: the covers on the window filtrating the sunlight to keep the heat contained as much as humanly possible.

His shadow dances on the wall as he takes place in his bed and you gulp down, unable to stop your eyes from traveling from his beautiful features down to his body.

The white shirt he wears is clinging to his skin due to the layer of sweat, the sight almost mesmerizing for you can perfectly outline the muscles of his upper-torso.

Clearing your throat, you divert your gaze fixing it on the green carpet between the door and his bed, suddenly finding the pattern really interesting.

“Are you going to stay standing there the whole time?”

He quirks an eyebrow at you, chuckling at your evident embarrassment. It seems absurd to you too, considering it was your idea in the first place.

You take uncertain steps, unsure of where you should sit down considering the bed is definitely not an option. With your bottom lip trapped under your teeth, you decide to sit on the chair right across from his bed — a choice you do not consider as the wisest since it will provide the perfect point of view that will send your soul into eternal damnation.

Minutes tick by in utter silence and you’re about to stand up and flee, ready to make this pretty picture something that never truly happened if not in the land of dreams — or nightmares, depending on the outcome — when his phone rings and you both jump on your seats, startled by the sudden noise.

He smiles sheepishly at you before picking up the call. His hear pressed to the receiver, head slightly tilted on the side as he nods in contemplation. You know exactly what is happening: before you’re connected with your client you will get a small debrief on the kinks you’re required to satisfy.

His gaze drifts from the plain wall to you and he mouths the words ‘daddy kink’ towards you. You nod in understanding — probably too eagerly to fall unnoticed — and he smirks into the receiver, his thumb pressing down the speaker button.

“Daddy,” the voice of the client fills the room and it immediately makes blood rush to your cheeks. This is it, there is no escaping what you throw yourself into now. This is going to be your downfall.

“Yes, little one?”

“I need your help, daddy,” the girl whines, her tone meant to resemble one of a cute little girl and, you find yourself edging on your seat, your legs falling up and down in utter anticipation.

“What’s wrong, dear?” His voice is as deep as the ocean and it evokes goosebumps all over your skin. Your eyes close to savor the moment, your imagination tricking you into feeling his words as if they were meant for you.

“I feel so hot, daddy,” she whines again, the sound of clothes shuffling filling the silence between her words.

He hums, his head resting on the cushion as he sprawls his body on the bed, eyes completely focused on the ceiling as if you weren’t even there to spectate all of this.

“You should take off your clothes then, dear.”

You can hear the girl undress as Taehyung suggested her and you can almost picture it in your head: the sweaty body enclosed in uncomfortable clothes that stick to her skin and the way they come off quickly, eager to find the reward at the end of the line if she behaves for her daddy. The way she bites down her lip in utter anticipation, sweat gathering between her breasts and down her back, making her shiver in both excitement and relief.

“I’m still hot, daddy,” the pouting sound in her voice draws a picture of a petite girl in your head, the type that Taehyung seems to favor — big eyes, fluttering curled lashes, beautiful long hair and lips that can entrance, rapture and deceive a kind human soul as his — “Feels like burning flames between my legs.”

“Ah,” he emits an understanding sound and shifts on the bed, head now resting on his hand as he faces the window, “Do you want it to go away, sweetheart?”

The word of endearment makes the girl hum happily in the receiver and her words of assent are quick to follow: “What do I do, daddy?”

“Brush your hand across your neck,” his instructions are precise, calibrated, stretched out enough to make the call last longer but not quite to get her bored and lose her along the way, “Now travel south, slowly, delicately, and cup your breast.”

The girl hums and sighs and you imagine her hand closing around her mound, fingers titillating her nipple just like he wants her too, her back arching in the air in pure elation.

“Oh, daddy.” Her sigh fills the room and you watch him squirm on the bed, his eyes darting quickly towards you as if he just remembered your presence.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his eyes focusing back on the window before his next instructions fall from his beautiful mouth, “You have to go down even further, little one.”

“How much further, daddy?”

“Caress your stomach, make little circles as you descend between your legs.”

Her sighs fill the room anew and you can pinpoint the exact moment her hand comes in contact with her sex for she emits the most languid of sounds and it sends your body into a frenzy. The need to touch yourself, to get that relief she so dearly seeks herself, becomes almost unbearable as Taehyung speaks his next words:

“Brush your fingers against your folds, sweetheart.”

The girl whines yet again, the sound strangled as if she’s trying to keep as quiet as she can possibly be — maybe because she cannot be heard for she is not alone and she really isn’t supposed to be doing any of this. A thought that, somehow, makes your heart beat faster and the excitation between your legs all the more excruciating.

“But daddy, I feel even hotter now.”

Taehyung closes his eyes, gulping down as he falls flat on his bed again, his hands behind his head to support him as he fixes his gaze right on you.

“Tell me, darling, do your fingers get wet as you touch yourself?”

Your breath gets caught in your lungs, the lewd question making blood rush to your cheeks as he scans your expression. It feels as if he’s stripping you of all your clothes and walls to see right through you, to the very heart you kept concealed from him for so long, landing right on your feelings for him.

“So, so, wet, daddy!”

“There’s only one solution, then, my little girl.” He bites down his lip, his eyes finally leaving your face to blankly focus on the wall right next to you, “You have to use your fingers and fill yourself up, dear.”

The girl whimpers and you can picture perfectly her tentative fingers teasing her clitoris before moving down, teasing her entrance to comply with his commands.

“Only one, dear.” He instructs, almost sternly, and the girl sighs as her first digit curls inside of her. You envy the way her walls must be contracting now, welcoming the little amount of relief even that one little finger can provide her.

“Good girl,” he hums, shifting on the bed as the distinct sound of her finger moving inside of her fills the silence.

“Add another one.” He talks slowly yet his words are always precise, thoughtful, and the girl executes them to perfection, the little moans and sounds she produces reverberating in the apartment, “How does it feel, dear?”

“So good, daddy, it feels so good!”

The squelching sound takes you by surprise, the image of her wet core too realistically painted in your mind for you to discard it. Your thighs squeeze together anew, your hands grasping your knees — knuckles white — in the effort to keep your composure.

“Can you fit another one in?” His voice is low and his eyes darken as he focuses his attention on you again. You can see his gaze shifting from your face to the way you’re seated on the chair and the evident tension in your muscles. He licks his bottom lip unconsciously and your heart bursts in your chest. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he’s trying to seduce you — or rather to break you until you’re begging him to make you his.

“Oh daddy, it feels even better now!” The girl’s moan snaps you out of your thoughts and you’re forced to divert your gaze, fixing it on your feet as he resumes his character, for you cannot take the lust painted so beautifully in his dark pupils.

“Curl them inside of you, dear.”

A loud moan fills the room and her rapid breaths depict a perfect image of a girl reaching her limits.

“Can you put me on speaker?”

The girl hums, shattering your first thought of her being somewhere not so private, and the sound of her fingers fucking her mound becomes more distinct. You fight to strangle down the whimper caught in your throat — now as dry as a desert.

“Touch yourself with the other hand, just like you did before.” His eyes close and he takes a hand up to his forehead, brushing his wet hair backwards as he chooses his next words carefully, “Caress your breast, squeeze your nipple for me and imagine my tongue around it.”

The girl whimpers loudly and you close your eyes, your body trembling in the effort to keep yourself seated there — the thought of running for dear life and forget this ever happened more prominent by the second.

“Press your fingers on your special spot, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, daddy!” Her scream fills the room and your vivid imagination betrays you yet again. You can picture oh to well that one hand moving in and out of her core at a furious pace, the other one pressed right on her clitoris, drawing figures eight on the bundle of nerves until she can’t take the pleasure anymore and unravels right for you two to witness.

“Just like that, dear,” he almost growls in the receiver, shifting uncomfortably on the bed in what you can recognize as excitement, similar to your very own, “Cum for daddy.”

The girl snaps, her moan loud and prolonged as the orgasm washes away, her rapid breathing only an inkling of how much pleasure just coursed through her limbs.

You both wait for his client to wind down and murmur her final words before hanging up, leaving you with the aftermath to deal with.

You gulp down, thousands of thoughts roaming inside your head as you try to collect yourself and put on a believable façade.

Taehyung’s eyes follow your every move, curiosity glinting in his eyes as you stand up, moving towards the door without being able to shift your gaze away from him.

Your steps take you closer to him and as your eyes fall to his lap in the attempt to avoid his scrutiny, you notice the bulge between his legs. The sight makes your mouth water and your heart miss a beat for all you can think about is that maybe, just maybe, it was your presence that caused that reaction and not the girl at the other end of the line.

You bite down your lip, your eyes traveling back and forth from his face down to his crotch, all reserves about concealing your thoughts gone the instant you were met with the sign of his excitement.

“Did you just look me up and down and bit your lip?” His words pierce right through your thoughts and awake you from the trance-like state you were thrown in.

You take in the frown of his eyebrows, the thin line of his lips as he cocks his head to the side, studying you.

“I’m…” your words trail off as he gets up from the bed to reduce the distance between your bodies. Heat radiates from him and feels like scorching flames against your skin even though he’s not touching you in the slightest.

You open your mouth but words fail to come to your aid, to gather and form an excuse for everything wrong you did in this heated afternoon.

“'Cause if you did,” he takes a step closer, his eyes shifting to something more feral — something that makes you feel like a pray about to be eaten alive, “We’re having sex.”

His thumb brushes against your cheek, the rest of his hand hooking your chin to push you forward until his breath can mingle with your own.

“Right now.”

His lips come crashing on your own and it feels like heavenly fire spreading through your entire being. His mouth is soft against yours and it awakens every little nerve in your body, spreading light through your limbs and up to your brain. The world turns into cotton candy and as your eyes close, your mouth opens to welcome his tongue.

His hands cup your cheeks forcing you forward until your bodies intertwine, merging together as he kisses you with all the passion he’s capable of.

“God, you taste even better than I thought you would,” his lips brush on your swollen mouth, barely giving you time to catch your breath and register what is in fact happening.

“Since when?” your voice trembles as he attacks the soft spot under your ear, sucking on the skin to gather a drop of sweat and leave a purple love mark there.

“Last year of High School,” his voice low as he whispers his secret right into your ear, spawning goosebumps in its wake.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You croak out, regret laced in your words as you think about all the time you have wasted pining over each other.

“Why didn’t you?” His forehead meets yours and you drown in pools of chocolate brown, the deepness of his feelings finally sparkling inside his eyes, mimicking your very own.

“I was afraid of ruining everything.”

He closes his eyes, nose brushing against the tip of your own before his mouth meets your lips anew. This new kiss is slow, savored to the very last moment and it conveys all the sentiment you both hid for such a long time.

His arms encircle your back and you throw yours behind his neck, the desire of melting the boundaries between your bodies too great to stop yourselves. It shouldn’t start like this. It shouldn’t have been like this, at all. One of you two was supposed to confess and you were supposed to go on a date and do what every other couple does before this. Yet, your body falls on the bed and you can’t find it in you to stop the moment your dreams have been tainted with for a very long time.

His teeth graze on your bottom lip before trapping it in their grasp, pulling at the soft skin until it elicits a yelp of both pain and pleasure out of you. He ghosts over your jawline, his teeth picking at the skin every now and then, teasing you, relishing in the taste of you, learning every curve you’re made of. His lips are soft against your neck and you whimper as he sucks on the sultry skin.

“Taehyung…” your sigh gathers his attention and his deep eyes focus on your face again, a soft smile on his lips as he hums.

You lock gaze with him, your fingers lost in his locks as you pull him forward to kiss his intoxicating lips. His mouth parts and his languid tongue caresses yours, pushing it against your palate as he breaths in, the taste of you making him grunt.

“I want you so bad,” his hoarse whisper makes your insides constrict and you buckle your hips forward, meeting his covered erection.

“I’m going to drive you absolutely insane,” he growls on your neck, his lips attacking the soft skin with a newfound fervor that steals your breath away and leaves you absolutely speechless.

His hands caress your sides, his fingers sliding under the t-shirt to discover the skin hidden beneath it, his digits sparking up a fire in their trail upwards.

You lift your head to help him get you undressed and you watch him hum in utter contentment as he realizes you’re not wearing a bra underneath.

“You’re so beautiful,” his warm hand cups one of your breast as his lips attack the other. He kisses the expanse of your breast before sucking on the skin, licking the nipple until it is turgid in his mouth and you moan his name out loud.

His mouth trails open on the scope of your chest and stomach, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake, gathering goosebumps wherever his lips decide to leave a kiss, his fingers entirely focused on your breasts.

His hands trail down to your hips before hooking down on your shorts, yanking them down to reveal your coated core to him. A content hum escapes his mouth as he notices the evident wet patch that taints your underwear.

“Look what you were hiding down here,” he cocks his head to the side, breathing on the cotton fabric to send a shiver through your body.

His mouth kisses your core through the fabric and your back arches towards the sky, the pleasure hitting you like a wave now that you can finally get the relief you’ve been craving for.

“How much do you want me to touch you?” his question is asked in a low tone, his words calibrated to extend the moment of torture now that he’s not touching you in any way.

“So bad, Tae, please” your fingers find their way in his locks again and you tug softly on his hair making him hiss.

“I’m going to give you the best orgasm you ever had.”

His words are followed by his fingers, dragging down the last piece of clothing before you’re completely naked before him. Your legs close together out of instinct, the newfound nudity filling you with timidity as he stares so intently at your mound.

“Don’t.”

He pushes your legs open, a scowl on his features as he resumes his focus between your thighs.

“You look absolutely perfect,” his words make your throat constrict and you find yourself almost on the verge of tears for nobody has ever made you feel as beautiful and important as you feel now, completely exposed under his gaze.

His hands move to your hips to drag you forward until you find yourself on the edge of the bed. He falls on his knees right before your mound and he lifts your legs up to grant him full access.

His fingers hook behind your back to squeeze your ass-cheeks before his mouth descends on your core.

His lips press against yours and he kisses the glistening skin softly, eliciting mellow whimpers from your mouth.

His nose brushes against your clit and your hips buckle forward, desperately seeking more friction.

“Do you know what edging is?” he asks between your legs, his breath hitting your warm skin, making you quiver.

“Y-yes.”

“Do you like the sound of that?”

You whimper in response as his mouth closes on your clitoris, sucking hard on the bundle of nerves.

“God, yes.”

His teeth graze on the delicate skin, teasing you until you’re begging for his touch and he complies, his mouth fully atop of your sex, sucking and licking as if you were a popsicle and him, a man consumed by burning thirst.

Your arms reach for your own hair as delight starts to build in your belly, your body jolting in utter thrill whenever he comes closer to your pleasure spot.

His tongue brushes through your lips and curls upwards inside of you, eliciting a moan to fill the silent room and causing your hips to buckle forward, searching for more. He’s relentless as he licks your walls, gathering your juices from within. His hands are grasping the covers under your body, knuckles white in the effort to keep a steady pace inside of you until you’re trembling, your abdomen contracting with your impendent release.

His mouth leaves your mound, ghosting over your sex as his eyes travel to yours, searching for your gaze.

“I could eat you out for hours,” his nose brushes on your inner thigh, inhaling deeply the scent of your skin and you groan in response, the image depicted in your mind too good yet too excruciating.

His hands search for yours and you drop your arms to your sides so he can interlock your fingers together, pinning you down to the mattress as his mouth finds its way back between your legs.

His pace is calmer this time, building up the pleasure slowly until you’re rocking your hips to the rhythm he has settled inside your core.

He hums as he sucks hard, hollowing his cheeks until the pressure in your walls makes you wail and halt your movements.

“Fuck, Tae.”

He shakes his head, his tongue reaching every corner it possibly can, his nose brushing against your clitoris as he resumes a sickening pace that has you on the verge of your climax in the span of a few minutes.

His grasp on your hands tightens, stopping you from thrashing on the bed and escape his deadly tongue and your back arches, your eyes rolling back inside your skull. It feels like you’re about to snap and get the release you craved for so long but, before you can come undone and coat his pretty face with your juices, he leaves your mound again.

His rapid breaths hit your wet core and even that sensation alone is almost enough to send you into heaven, everything about him being absolutely unbearable and intoxicating.

His mouth attacks your inner thigh, purple flowers blossoming there as he nips at the delicate skin, allowing you the time to wind down and cope with yet another missed orgasm.

His hands soften the grasp on your fingers and your body relaxes against the covers, your head hitting the soft mattress as you close your eyes, wetting your lips as you gather all your senses back.

It is only when your breathing has come back to a natural pace that his mouth finds its way back on your swollen: his tongue laps your folds, slightly curling every time it hits the center of your mound, his pace even slower than before, making you whine in both pleasure and need for something more.

His tongue is flat against your core as he slides his tongue up until it can focus on your clitoris, enclosing around it before his entire mouth welcomes it and sucks hard making you yelp.

His hands leave your own and he brushes his fingers against your entrance, his digits ghosting over the wet skin.

Without so much as a warning, two of his fingers slide into you with utter ease and immediately curl, aiming upwards to seek that special, toe-curling, spot that he has so easily found with his tongue before.

He sets a bruising pace inside of you, his fingers fucking you hard as he sucks on your hood. Your eyes roll back inside your head, your legs shaking as a new wave of bliss fills you whole until you’re teetering on the edge of oblivion.

Your walls contract against thin air as you’re left again dry and unsatisfied. Your groan makes him hum in amusement, his eyes fixed on your face as he licks his lips suggestively.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he smirks looking down at your sex and the overflow of juices he has so masterfully drawn out of you.

You bite your bottom lip, your legs spreading further apart as you arch your back to give him a perfect view of your entire body.

“Fuck me, daddy.” You drag the last words in a lascivious tone and you watch his eyes get darker as a growl escapes from his control. His lips kiss your mouth with utter ferocity — a clash of teeth and tongues that leaves you both breathless yet craving more.

He pushes you back on the bed entirely, climbing onto you as he removes his shirt with one swift movement.

Your hands automatically reach for the skin of golden in his torso, tracing the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. At this moment, with sweat glistening on his skin and his eyes focused on nothing but you, he looks like a deity and you’re prepared to surrender your soul to his generous hands.

He slips out of his shorts and boxers and his erection comes into view as it bumps against his firm stomach, the tip tainted in angry red with pre-cum leaking out from the head.

You lick your lips in anticipation and he forcefully grabs your hips.

“Turn around.”

Your body follows his command immediately, your head resting on the bed, eyes open as you try to look behind your shoulders and drink in the sight of him, ready to fuck you senseless. You hear the foil of the condom being ripped open and you can imagine oh to well as he drags the plastic down his length. A job you would have done more than willingly by using your mouth — a skill you’ve learned the first year of college and that came in handy more times than you can recall.

His hands grab your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as his eyes bore into your core, focused on the ever-leaking lips he has tortured for minutes.

The tip of his cock brushes against your folds, your juices wetting the length and making it sleek enough for him to push inside of you. He strokes your core with tormenting slow movements, your whimpers filling up the bedroom as you push your hips down, begging for more.

“You’re so eager for my cock, baby girl.”

“Please, daddy. Fuck me hard,” you almost cannot recognize your voice as you utter those lewd words, your tone almost childish as you chime your request out loud.

He curses under his breath and his cock pushes inside of you, filling you up with one swift movement until he’s inside of you balls deep. The sudden discomfort makes your body stiffen before the mild pain is subdued with the pleasure of finally being filled to the brim.

Your mouth opens into a gasp as his body lies on top of you, his lips kissing your temple as he coaxes you until your walls stop madly contracting against him. Your body relaxes as your sex accommodates him whole inside of you and he drags his length out of you just to slam right back in.

His arms trap your own and your hands intertwine again as his hips buckle against yours, long seconds passing between each stroke of his cock. His pace is slow, dragged out as he savors you whole yet the strength of his thrusts grows with every new stroke.

His chest heaves up and down against your back, his breathing ragged in your ear as he keeps pounding in and out of you with a bruising vigor that has you whimpering unceasingly.

His lips connect with your shoulder, kissing the skin as he picks up the speed, the sound of skin against skin filling your ears as his testicles slam against your swollen folds.

You moan loudly and he bites down your skin as his hips roll faster in and out of you, the sounds you produce guiding him towards the center of your core, right where your pleasure builds to his maximum. The head of his cock pounds right onto it until you’re seeing stars, your limbs trembling with the incumbent release.

Your hands tighten their grasp around his fingers, knuckles white in the effort of containing your pleasure to drag out this moment at its maximum but then, he slams into you with new-found fervor and something just snaps inside of you. It is something you never experienced before and it makes your ears ring loud and your vision turn completely white. You almost don’t register his cock leaving you as your hips arch towards the sky, your juices overflowing on the sheets, ruining them beyond salvage.

You open your eyes to catch the last drops of your squirting orgasm and a sob escapes your mouth as your body turns to jelly.

His cock slams right back inside of you and he drags your body back until you’re sitting on his lap, head resting on his shoulder as he guides down your hips with his hands.

“That was the hottest thing I ever saw,” his voice trembles as he breathes these words in your ear and you push down harder against his hips to grant him his release.

His hand ghosts around your neck before his thumb finds your carotid and firmly presses down on it. The air gets trapped in your throat and he slams into you faster, the lack of oxygen immediately making you light-headed but not enough to cover the immense pleasure building up again between your legs.

His fingers ghost against your sex and you jerk forward as they press hard against your clitoris before roughly rubbing your hood until you’re reduced to a moaning mess and you no longer have any conception of who you are and where you are.

Your legs quiver and your juices spill out of you in endless spurts landing onto the already soiled covers. Your thoughts get scattered away by the most mind-blowing orgasm you ever experienced, the frantic movements of his hips almost unregistered as he seeks his own release.

The sound of your bodies melting together fills your ears, the lewd squelching provoked by your wet core bringing you back to the pleasure still building in your core.

His hips buckle against you and still as your walls contract madly against him, milking his release out of him, your name falling from his lips in a deep moan.

Your bodies fall on the bed and he collapses right next to you before discarding the condom somewhere on the floor.

His arms are quick to encircle you, dragging you into his embrace until your head is resting on his heaving chest, your ear pressed against his ribcage, allowing you to hear the thrumming of heart.

“That was the best sex I ever had,” he confesses atop your head, his lips kissing your hair.

“I never…” your words trail off and he chuckles, the contentment evident in the way he hugs you closer, knowing he’s the only one who has ever been able to bring you to your breaking point and beyond.

Silence fills the room for a little while before he whispers his next words: “I know we did everything backwards but…” your head tilts upwards, your eyes meeting his as he poses his tender question, “Would you go on a date with me?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

You giggle as he brushes your noses together, his blinding smile back on his features before your lips meet again, discovering themselves anew.

Copyright © 2018 by jeonggukingdom. All rights reserved. 

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Every Little Part Of Me | Ch. II

Pairings: (Namjoon/Reader) (Taehyung/Reader)

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut

Words: 5,839

Tags: shower sex, blowjob (male receiving), fingering, male masturbation, high school, stalker au, yandere au, husband au, college au

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Chapter Two

You woke up to the sound of the shower turning on and the bed sheets still warm from where Namjoon had been laying on only minutes before. You stretch out your limbs in all directions, you take a look around at the room as a smile suddenly appears on your face as memories of last night start to appear very vividly in your mind. It had been too long since you had a morning with your husband, way too long.

You stand up, letting some of the sheets that were once protected you from the cold air as you start walking towards the bathroom as the music starts to play and Namjoon’s voice echoes through the door as he joins in — slightly off-rhythm.

He might not be the most gifted in the singing department, but he always sang from the heart and that’s what you loved the most about his little karaoke sessions.

You slowly sneak your way into the bathroom, giggling to yourself as you’re met with Namjoon’s ass staring back at you through the glass door as he washed out the shampoo in his hair. “I’m on my way!” Namjoon screams loudly along with the song. The giggle that you had been trying to suppress comes out the moment you see him begin to dance.

Namjoon quickly turns around, a giant smile on his face as he finds you doubling over in laughter. The thin blue satin sheet around you and that beautiful smile on your face. “What?” Namjoon asks, his hands moving his hair back. “You don’t like my singing?” He jokingly says, pulling open the glass door and pulling you closer to him. “I thought I was doing a hell of a job!”

“Wait, no. Stop!” You laugh out loud as he wraps his arms around your waist, feeling the hot water surround you in mere seconds as you pulled underneath the running shower. “Now that’s way better!” Namjoon mumbles as he walks closer to you, pinning you against the black marble wall. The bedroom sheet now soaking on the shower floor as the two of you look at each other as if you were still in the honeymoon phase.

“You’re going to be late” you mumble, feeling your cheeks get red as his hands caress the sides of your naked body.

“I don’t mind, I don’t care.” Namjoon smirks, his hands gripping onto your waist as he pulls you closer. You could feel his penis begin to get hard against your lower stomach. “Who know you would be happy to see me so early in the morning” you giggle, leaving a peck on his lips.

His plump lips suddenly envelops yours and you feel that this is the most attention he had given you in months. You run your hands through his hair, pulling him back before the kiss as one of his hands slid between your thighs and a finger is filling you up.

“Oh Shit!” You can’t help the breathy word from escaping your lips. Last night was one of the best nights you’ve had in a long time and now, the same fire that your husband had in his eyes last night has ignited. You still felt overly sensitive from when he had plowed, so the feeling of his fingers filling you up once again made your pleasure burst all over your body.

You hear him chuckle against your ear as he begins to scissor his fingers. You try to get a hold of yourself, your nails digging into his shoulder as you try to hold yourself up — when he begins to curl his fingers and your thighs close tightly against your hand, trapping him there.

“When was the last time we had sex in the shower, huh?” He whispers, biting at your left ear. “I’m sure the last time was when we moved in and decidedly christen the entire house that very night.” Namjoon points out, moving his hands out of you before wrapping them around your waist. “I think it’s time for a renewal, don’t you?” He grunts, the hot water moving down your back making you relax against the shower wall.

You haven’t seen this man in a while. The sexy, funny and caring guy you had fallen in love with in the first place. Namjoon was always a bit too busy as of late to sit down for dinner, to take you out on dates, to even getting home after you had fallen asleep only to find that he had already left for work.

His eyebrows furrow as he sees you looking off into the distance, “What are you thinking about?” Namjoon asks, a caring tone now replacing the sultry one he had. He runs his thumb across your cheek, wiping the drops of water from your face. “What could be more important than right now?”

You look back up into his eyes, a fond smile appearing on your face as you move closer to him. “Nothing…” Your arms wrapping around his neck as he looks down at you, his own arms moving around your waist as both of your naked bodies are pressed against one another.

You can feel his hard member pressing against the inside of your thigh as your hand reaches up to caress his left cheek.

“I’ve really missed this” You whisper against his lips, softly pecking his own before you pull him into a soft kiss — his lips molding against yours. It’s been way way to long since you had a moment like this with your husband. Namjoon pulls away from your lips reluctantly , instead choosing to place his forehead against yours as the two of you sway from side to side under the warm water.

“You don’t have any classes to teach today?” Namjoon asks, finally pulling away from you as he continues to wash himself. Your hand grips onto the loofah in his hand, brushing it against his chest as his eyes never leave your face. Namjoon couldn’t help but stare at the way the hair that was sticking out from your messy bun, now wet and sticking to your neck.

Your hands keep moving down his body, moving his hips as his own large ones, grab onto yours. Namjoon pulls you closer to his body, the soap easily transferring to your body before he’s pushing you under the cascading warm water.

“When did you get even more beautiful?” Namjoon asks, brushing his nose against yours. His hands slid down to your ass, cupping your cheeks in his large hands as he places small soft kisses to your collarbone. You felt him push against you, his member now rubbing against your lower lips as he has you moaning against his wet shoulder.

You could feel him sucking at your skin, no doubt leaving a trail of marks behind — claiming your skin. Namjoon has always been the quiet type during sex, rather focusing on making you cum than on talking. His eyes always did most of the talking. The hooded, dark look he gave you moments before he hooks one of his arms around your thigh and plunged into you was enough to let you know he wanted to ruin you.

You moan out loud, nails scratching at his back as he doesn’t stop his hard thrusts — instead they become faster and harder, making the leg keeping you up wobble with the assault. You feel him take a hold of your other thigh, pushing you against the wall as he holds you up — the new position allowing him to thrust deeper and faster  into you.

Namjoon lets out a long groan as he stays nestled inside of you. His lips meet yours in a frenzy, “I wish we could stay like this for a little while longer” he whispers against them.

He pulls away, adjusting his grip on you before he begins plowing into you. The feeling of it being too much for you to take before your stomach is tightening and you’re feeling yourself come undone around him.

Namjoon doesn’t stop, continuing his unrelenting thrusts into you — panting into your ear. He missed the feeling of being inside of you, of hearing you whimper his name as you moan louder than the sound of the shower still falling on top of the two of you. “I love you” Namjoon grunts out as he gives out one final thrust, burying himself inside you - filling you up with his cum, holding you close as both of your heart beats return back to normal.

//

The sounds of the two of you wake Taehyung up before his alarm had any time to make any noise at all. He stays laying in bed, hearing you scream out for more. He lets out a loud side as he moves to lay on his back, his hand going down to brush against his growing erection.

To make matters worse, the screaming and moaning only got louder — if he didn’t know any better he would’ve thought you were a porn star giving it her all for some video somebody forget to pause on the computer.

He smacks his lips together, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before getting up from the bed. The prominent boner inside his sweatpants standing to attention as he makes his way towards the bathroom. The dream he had been having and the very sexy noises coming from down the hall, not helping the situation one single bit. But that didn’t stop him from imagining very vividly what he saw last night. Taehyung stood in front of the mirror, scratching at his bare chest - his hair sticking up in all random directions as he closes his eyes. The image of you laying on your back, with a look of ecstasy coming back to haunt him as soon as he does. It doesn’t really bother him though, as the thought of him being the cause of that face and those noises made his penis twitch with nothing but anticipation.

He does the only thing he could think of doing in that moment, he shoves a hand down his sweatpants.

He grabs his hard and warm at his member as he lets out a loud sigh at the contact of his cold hand on him. He can’t help as his mind goes back to last night, his hand moving slowly up and down as he tries to imaging you whimpering out his name, his hips thrusting slowly into his hand as he begins to move his hand faster at the thought of having your soft, kissable lips around him - moaning around his member as your sucking him off But for Taehyung, slow has always meant boring. So it wouldn’t take long before he was gripping your hair harsly and face fucking you into certain oblivion - hearing you gagging around him as spit would start to drip down your chin and onto your naked breasts.

Taehyung lets out a muffled moan as he leans abruptly with one hand on the counter, the hand around his member going quicker as he feels his balls tighten at what his imagination can conjure up. It was one last moan he heard as you climaxed in the other room that had pushed him to the edge. Taehyung found himself exploding his load all over the sink counter, his heaving breathing now the only sound filling the room.

He brings his hand up to eye level, looking at the strings of cum on his hand, wishing you were there you lick it all up. Taehyung doesn’t hear the two of you any longer as he moves to kick off the sweatpants still hanging around his ankles.

He didn’t want to be there, he didn’t want to repeat a grade just because he had wanted to have some fun in his last year — he wanted to get a job and get his shit together. It still didn’t mean it was okay for his mother to just call up a random relative and dump her only son on them so she could go and travel around the world with her new boyfriend. He didn’t speak much to her after that, just grunts and glares were being thrown in her direction.

He slowly makes his way towards the kitchen, dressed in his old school uniform — not having had the chance to buy the new one. The house looking much brighter as the windows let in all of the morning’s natural light. He guesses that it wouldn’t be too bad, at least his uncle was rich and he wasn’t going to be living in a hole in the wall. He still wasn’t going to be acting nice about it.

Taehyung’s eyes meet your figure first, the apron you wore showing the curves that were hidden by the oversized hoodie you were wearing. The sound of you softly singing to yourself brought a small smile to his face, only to have him wipe it off before you had a chance to see him. There was something about you that brought him some sense of security — he felt somewhat comfortable around you and he wanted to explore why he felt that way around you.

You could feel a pair of eyes burning into your back, instinctively making you look behind you to spot the tall and moody nineteen-year old. “Hey! Good Morning!” You greet him, a giant and welcoming smile on your face as you dry off your hands as you turn to face him — you were hoping he was a little bit more agreeable with eating than he was last night.

“Do you want some breakfast?” You ask Taehyung, watching the younger man linger about the kitchen entrance. He was dressed in his black and grey school uniform and the same dark blue bag he had with him yesterday handing on his shoulder. “I can make you some banana and chocolate chip pancakes, if you don’t mind waiting a few minutes” you continue, waving the spatula in your hand around.

“Sure” Taehyung says giving in as he feels his stomach rumbling in hunger before he takes a seat at the table, his eyes looking at you curiously as you begin making food for him. You smile happily as you finally feel like he was beginning to feel more comfortable around you, the smell of your homemade cooking making him feel warm inside. His mother never really having the time to sit down and make him food of any kind — it was an appreciated gesture.

“Hey, man!” A cheery voice startles him with a hit on the back of his shoulder, making him jump in his chair. “Good to see you! Look a lot taller now than the last time I saw you!” Namjoon smirks at him, moving to stand behind you. Taehyung watches with a glare as the taller man’s hands wrap around your waist, placing a kiss on your already beautiful red cheeks.

Namjoon makes his way to the other side of the counter, pouring himself a cup of fresh coffee before sitting right next to Taehyung. He looks at the younger boy with curiosity, seeing so much resemblance from his younger sister in such a small glance, even if it was in the way he acted or the way his eyes sent him little glares every now and then. Yup, the boy in front of him was definitely a mirrored image of his little sister.  

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t be here yesterday to welcome you and see Hyuna again after so long” Namjoon speaks up, stopping to smile a thanks up at you as you place a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of him. “I was caught up at work again.”

Taehyung looks at the man next to him, nodding a thanks to you as you also place a plate in front of him— you had even gone out of your way to make the chocolate chips in the shape of a smiley face with whipped cream as hair. He didn’t see Namjoon get any of that.

He hadn’t seen Namjoon since he was a little boy, he doesn’t even remember the man at all and if he was being honest, he couldn’t bother to get to know the man at all. He didn’t care enough to do it.

“Eat up” you smile at Taehyung, your hand brushing against the back of his left shoulder, unknowingly sending a shock down the younger boy’s spine, as you gesture to the plate you place in front of his as you took your own seat at the table beside Namjoon. Taehyung glanced shyly at you sitting in front of him, obliging with your subtle command as he begins eating. Sending you small glances in secret as he thought of the spark he felt when your hand touched his skin. He decided then and there that he really wouldn’t mind getting to know you better.

He knew you hadn’t been prepared to have him stay at your home, you were as surprised as he was that morning and yet, you had been nothing less of welcoming and even he dare say, motherly towards him. He liked that about you. He wanted to know more about you.

“Do you need a ride to school?” Namjoon interrupts his thoughts as he finishes shoving the last bite of his pancakes into his mouth, he gives him one look having forgotten the man was even sitting there in the first place. He silently responds by shaking his head no, shoving more food into his mouth as he notices you giving him another one of your warm glances as you take yours and Namjoon’s plate towards the kitchen sink.

“You should take him up on that offer, actually.” You cut in, “You still don’t know the way to school and it’s better to not be late on your first day” you suggest, looking at the two men in front of you looking at you with raised eyebrows. “Plus, it will be a chance for the two of you to get to know each other better” You shrug, walking back to the table as you place a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder as you lean against him. The two of you missing the way Taehyung’s eyes harden the moment there is even the slightest bit of contact between the two of you. “Come on, guys! It’ll be fun!” You try to sound a little bit more encouraging as you look between the two of them with a goofy smile on your face. “You haven’t seen each other in so long and the ride is only for twenty minutes, give or take.”  

Taehyung and Namjoon look at each other for a second before silently nodding in agreement - knowing that it will make you happy, neither of them had the heart to refuse your request.

After they both finish their breakfast in silence, Namjoon makes quick to give you a peck on the lips before moving to pick up his briefcase. Taehyung watching the two of you interact as he throws his bag over his shoulder, he hesitates to leave without saying goodbye to you but he does anyway as he follows his uncle out of the kitchen.  

You follow them out, watching from the garage door as they both got into Namjoon’s car without speaking a word to each other and sighing to yourself. “What the hell am I doing?” You mumble to yourself as you move back into the kitchen to do the dishes.

//

The two men sat in complete and utter silence, the sound of the engine running the only thing that could be heard as Namjoon drove down the road. He bites at his bottom lip as he taps his hands lightly on the steering wheel, the silence becoming a bit too uncomfortable for his taste.

Namjoon looks over at his nephew, watching the younger gazed out the window in utter boredom. “So, Taehy-“

“I heard you guys fucking this morning.” Taehyung’s voice cuts through the silence in the car. “Very loudly, too” he frowns as he remembers your sweet moans echoing through the hallways of the large house, the feeling making his member twitch in his plaid school plan. “Would’ve been nice if my own alarm clock woke me up instead.” He bites at his bottom lip as he moves to look straight at the window instead.

Namjoon’s cheeks turned bright red, eyes widening in embarrassment as he clears his throat. “Sorry you had to hear that, it’s not very often that I’m home, and...and why am I explaining myself to you…” He clears his throat, feeling slightly embarrassed to being heard in his most intimate moment. It’s not his fault if he was already used to having you and the house all to himself. “I’ll make sure you never have to hear about that ever again, we will make sure to keep it down next time.”

“Oh I don’t mind” Taehyung shrugs as a smirk appears on his lips, his eyes choosing to look out the window as Namjoon eyes widen in shock at the thought of what he meant by that. Not that the younger was going to tell him. “Hyuna already had ‘the talk’ with me a few years back. I know how people procreate.”

“I’m sure she did. I’m happy to know that’s one less thing I have to do” Namjoon mumbles to himself as the sits up straighter, hands clutching the steering wheel as he wishes for the cars in front of him to hurry up and move.

“Yeah, I know all about sex and every little thing it takes to make a woman feel good. It’s usually my hands they go crazy for.” Taehyung smirks once more as he raises his right hand in between the two of them, wiggling his fingers. Almost bursting into laughter as his uncle refuses to even look at him in the eye.

In Taehyung’s mind, this was one point for himself and zero for Namjoon on the scoreboard.

The silence once again enveloped the two of them as they get nearer to the school. Namjoon feeling more uncomfortable than he had ever felt in his life. “Uh…” The oldest of the two isn’t even able to get a word out before the school had come into view and  his nephew was out the door before the car even came to a full stop. Not giving him a glance as he started walking towards the school gates.

“Great, I get stuck with the fucking weirdo. Thanks little sis” Namjoon mumbled under his breath, shaking his head as he drives off. He doesn’t even know why he agreed in taking him in in the first place, but when his sister called out of nowhere and said she needed some help all he could do was react in the most appropriate way.

His eyes glance towards the gate once more before he was pulling away. “Well, I definitely regret that decision.” He says to himself, brushing off his nephews odd behavior, he knew the kid would act up with the new house and move his mother had sprung onto him out of nowhere. So yeah, this kind of behavior was expected. He just hopes the kid doesn’t pull that kind of stunt with you. You wouldn’t take it as kindly as he just did.

//

“You must be Kim Taehyung!” Some random kid stops him before he enters through the school’s front doors. “I’m Lilah, I’m your class president and your guide for the day!” Her overly happy tone making him furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. He could feel a small headache forming as the girl took a hold of his forearm and began dragging him towards what he’s guessing is his new classroom.

“You’re going to like it here! We have plenty of clubs you could join as well as one of the best athletic departments in the city!” Lilah continues on and on about the academics of the school and introducing everybody they pass as Taehyung only drowns her voice out. “You look like you play some basketball” She giggles.

They stop in front of a classroom full of students, “This is our classroom, we have a history class first so just pick any sit and wait for the teacher to arrive” Lilah smiles brightly before pushing him into the classroom. He stands by the door as he takes as look around the half-full classroom. His hand gripping his bag tightly as he ignores the looks the other students were giving him, knowing that the whispering was more than likely directed at him.

Taehyung looks around the room, eyes trained on one of the empty chairs in the back - avoiding the chorus of hello’s being thrown in his direction. He took his seat, laying his head on the desk, wishing the ground would finally swallow him up and end his suffering. He was not ready to go through his last year once again. It was moments like these were he really regretted fucking things up. He could’ve been done with all of this bullshit already.

“You’re the new kid, right?” A voice interrupts his almost thirty seconds of sleep, making him look up with weary and squinty eyes at the male in front of him. “I’m Jungkook, your new desk mate” He smiles shyly, getting his books out of his own bag. Puts them on top of his desk with a thud, startling Taehyung as he moves to open them. “What’s your name? Jungkook’s doe eyes stare at the man beside him, smiling softly at the little glare the latter was sending his way. “I see you’re the strong, silent type.” He chuckles looking back down at his books, “I’m guessing we are going to be the best of friends.”  

Taehyung rolls his eyes, sitting back on his chair as the teacher finally arrives. The class quieting down in seconds, giving the taller boy a chance to finally take a look at the rest of his classmates. His eyes catch those of the girl from earlier, already having forgotten her name, giving him a shy smile as she gets caught. Jungkook’s doe eyes stare at the man beside him, smiling softly at the little glare the latter was sending his way. “I see, you’re the strong silent type, I think this may be the start of a very beautiful and awkward friendship!” Jungkook smiles as looks at the other annoyed face, Taehyung looking out the window wishing he was anywhere but here. Even being back home, with his own lifelong friends.

//

After the boys had left you had decided to finish cleaning up the rest of the dishes and moving back into your bedroom to finish grading the papers you had left. You were glad to have taken fridays off from the classes that you taught. You were thankful for past you for being lazy enough to make you take on only three classes.

It was now well past noon and you stood in front of your latest painting — frowning at the way it turned out. It was supposed to be an old dream you had a couple of days ago, it kept playing in the back of your mind non-stop and you needed to get it out the only way that you could — through your paintings. You hate that you put feelings into your work, it makes it so much harder to like the finishing results. You throw the brush down in the bucket of water you keep at your side, brushing your hands on your filthy apron as you make your way out of your art room.

It doesn’t take you long until you’re standing back in your bedroom, pulling your hair up in a ponytail as you look around the dirty clothes messing up your room. Memories from last night, filling your mind causing you to smile like a little school girl. You take it upon yourself to tidy things up, starting with your side of things as you pick up what’s left of your pajamas and Namjoon’s clothing as you shove them into the hamper in the bathroom. You check most of the pockets, finding loose change and old receipts to restaurants. It’s gotten to the point where you really need tell him to empty his pockets before throwing them in the hamper.

Your hand moves into the pocket of the pants he wore last night, gripping onto a small plastic card you assume to be a credit card. Your eyebrows furrow as you finally pull it out, the golden fancy letters on the solid blue background spelling out on the room key— Nicholson Hotel.

Your tilt your head in confusion as you flip it over in your hand, throwing the clothing back into the hamper as you pick up his white dress shirt. Knowing that the hotel was kinda close to your house.

“Why would he even have this? It’s only 20 minutes from his desk to his own bed…” you mumble to yourself, not giving it a second thought as you place it on the counter in front of you. It took you too long to realize the smudge at the back of the back of the blue collar was red lipstick.

You feel your body heat up as you try to figure out what the hell was happening even when the very obvious thing was staring at you right in the face. You feel a strange twinge in your chest as your eyes begin to water. You blink rapidly as you throw Namjoon’s shirt into the hamper, wringing your hands as you look around at the room in confusion.

You let out a shaky breath as you move away in confusion. Thoughts flooding through your mind as you wipe away the tears. You finish putting the rest of the clothes in the hamper, hurrying to throw the hotel room key into one of your drawers in the bedroom. To keep it safe.

You can’t be jumping to conclusions just yet. No, you’ve got to keep your head — you don’t have all the pieces to this puzzle, yet.

You move into the living room, feeling the empty house becoming too much for you as the silence starts to creep into your thoughts - the darkness becoming a little too much for you as your hand begins to scratch at your right forearm. Your gaze staring into nothingness as you feel your consciousness drifting off into wonderland.

You should’ve picked up more classes in the week — feeling bored and lonely being cooped up in your home for most of the time. It wasn’t fair that you had nothing to do at your age but sit at home and wait for your husband like some1950’s wife.

You had never felt so lonely until now.

//

Taehyung lets out a deep breath as he steps back into the quiet house. The sky had turned completely dark as the young man decided it was time to go back to the place with the free wi-fi and the good looking housewife, he had spent most of his time exploring around the city around the school and spending the allowance his mother left him in the first video game arcade he saw. But as the sound coming from his stomach got louder and the money in his pocket got low, he had no choice but to go back to his new prison.

He could very well stay out the entire night with his old camera, taking pictures of anything and everything he could get his hands on making the two of you worried sick wondering where he was. But he didn’t think either of you care enough about him yet. He takes off his shoes, pushing them towards the side as he takes off his earphones, the loud music still blaring into the dark and empty room. Where they not even here? - Taehyung thinks to himself, scoffing as he heads into the kitchen and drops his bag on the counter with a loud thud. He goes straight to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and finishing most of it in one gulp.

Taehyung walks around the counter moving to turn on the living room light — thinking that the room would also be empty but he jumps in sudden surprise as he sees you sitting on the couch; staring into nothingness. You don’t notice him as he sits beside you, waving a hand in front of your face. “Why are sitting alone in the dark?” Taehyung’s deep voice startled you out of your trance as he moves to stand in front of you.

You glance up at him, sending what you to be a warm smile in his direction. “Oh, nothing… I was just thinking…” you trail off as you take in a deep breath, standing up with a hop as you move towards him. “You must be hungry, would you like something for dinner? I can cook for you”

“No, I’m fine.” Taehyung’s dead tone fills the room as he makes his way out of the room, leaving you nodding to yourself. You bite at your bottom lip as you follow him into the kitchen. “Seriously, it’s no bother.” You reassure him, “I know you didn’t really have a lot to eat last night, you must be a little bit hungry. I insist.”

You continue, moving about the kitchen as you take out various ingredients.

Taehyung tilts his head, not taking his eyes off of you. Something’s wrong —  Taehyung thinks to himself as he leans forward on the counter. He bites his bottom lip as he watches you struggle around with the different pots and pans. No, something was definitely up with you.

You start roughly washing the vegetables, washing away the little bits of dirt that were still on them. You feel the tears surfacing up once again and you feel yourself drowning with all the thoughts flooding your mind. Was Namjoon cheating on you? With who? And why would he? Was he not happy being with you anymore? Wh-

Strong, large hands take the cleaning brush from your hands. A warm body brushing up against your side as he moves you a little to the side, “I’ll help you” Taehyung’s deep voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

You don’t say anything as you watch him pull up the sleeves. “Thank you” you mumbled lowly. You welcome the distraction, finding yourself on autopilot as you continue on making dinner for the two of you.

Taehyung steals small glances every now and then, throwing jokes around just so he could see that smile on your face. He puffs out his chest as he feels proud of being the cause of your happiness — even if only temporary.

It was then and there that he vowed to make whatever made you hurt go away. Whatever he had to do.

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