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maximumninjavoid · 2 years
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Rewrites part the fifth Mining For Unobtanium
At the risk of being redundant............
if you're under 18 BEGONE with you !
it's a tad angsty
@indigosaurus I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU
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“There are other things you like to do, anything you’re willing to teach me?” he asked one morning as we lay in bed, catching my breath, he just had the nerve to look even more invigorated; and I was smitten enough to find him sexier sweaty and musky after a run.
“What are you interested in, that’s the question.”
“Well, I’m curious by nature…”
“No, you’re competitive by nature. This is different. Is it something you want to learn because it makes you hard? Makes your breath catch? Because when you rub one out in the shower, or late at night in your trailer, that’s the scenario that keeps coming back, and you come so hard it almost hurts? Or, is it something you want to learn to add to your already considerable arsenal of seduction?”
He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at me with a quizzical expression. I could see the gears turning and I smiled and kissed his cheek and got out of bed. “ You’re about to ask me what the difference is, aren’t you?” and I started the shower and got in. I got under the water and waited.
Two, three, four.. And enter Henry. “ The difference is, is it play, is it a scene, is it a relationship, or is it something else?” He put his arms around me and pulled me close. I grabbed a shower puff and body wash and started washing his back. “So, if I had tub cuffs, and they’re restraints, with suction cups, made for baths and showers, and we had spent the night together, and the next morning as we were showering, I restrained your arms, got you really good and hard, wound you up like a Swiss time piece, edged you a time or two, and then scampered out of the shower, you would……”
“Well, I’d release myself, hunt you down, pick you up, play a little rough with you and fuck you right into the mattress, probably using very coarse language, especially if you seemed to like that.” I turned him so I could wash more of him, and get parts of me covered with suds.
“Exactly! And that’s….”
“Play!”
“Precisely. Rather freeform, roll with it, not negotiated, off-the-cuff. You’ve probably been doing it for ages.”
We kissed and washed and rinsed and kissed, I could stand under falling water and look at this man, I wanted to commit it to memory.
As we were drying off I asked him how he knew which women he could face fuck. Surely he couldn’t try that with every woman he had been with.
“ Well, if I’m lucky enough to find a woman without a gag reflex….”
“Don’t even TRY to wink at me, that is the one thing you cannot do!” I laughed.
“Seriously, some women are more…..enthusiastic.”
“Right. And the ones who don’t faint when you release The Kraken might get a second shot…. ”
He put his face in his hands, shaking his head and laughing.
“ You didn’t… ”
“Yes, sir, I most certainly did. There has to have been at least one woman who saw that and tapped out. Ill bet you have a devil of a time getting women to do anal.”
“ I would like to…..”
I thought as much. “ You could negotiate that, with time, patience, a LOT of lube, and gifts. Spectacular gifts.” I giggled.
We got dressed and headed to the kitchen. Coffee in hand, he rummaged around for trainer-approved breakfast and we kept talking. “Now, if she calls you “Daddy”, that’s a whole different barrel of goblins.”
“Why so?”
“Oh, how much time do you have? There are so many different variations on the Daddy dynamic, it could be just that she’s getting off on your BDE, or that you’re in charge for the moment, or in the bedroom, Then there’s Daddy Dom Little Girl, and littles and middles, and that may or may not be your thing, or, for the right woman, it may become YOUR thing. Literally this could be a whole day of conversation. “
He stopped, and gave that a great deal of thought. He ate, I had more psychotic rage stabilizer….. I mean coffee.
"Does it make your cock hard to inflict pain?”
“What kind of question is THAT?”
“A rather fair one if you play with sex and power….”
That one he wasn’t prepared for. I could tell by the body language. His shoulders were sort of rolled in, hunched up, I could see the tension.
“ Let me try to make it less murky. When you spanked me, what was the part of it that got you turned on?”
He didn’t hesitate, answered very quickly. “ It was the way you were reacting, squirming on my lap, arching into it, like you wanted it, and the sounds you made, God, you were practically dripping…..Oh for fuck’s sake, look at what TALKING about this has done!”
And sure enough, Henry had a chubby. I crossed the kitchen to him and pressed up against him, running my hand up and down his thick cock.
“ You poor hedonistic baby…seems you’ve a growing problem,” I smiled and kept palming his dick through his low slung sweatpants. I eased them down over his hips and took him into my warm wet talented mouth.
The days were dwindling down, I was trying to commit every word, every gesture, every nuance to memory, and he knew it. I still hadn’t solidified a plan, but I knew I wasn’t going to like it. I had hoped the phone call would come later, I really had wanted the election over and done, but I could see that was just more shenanigans, and maybe home wasn’t necessarily a place after all. Henry probably forgot, but his solicitors didn’t and I was still being well compensated for my skills and knowledge. Aside from getting me here, and my quarantine stay, I hadn’t cost him much of anything. Well, the clothes for our date and whatever he spent for that once in a life time dinner and kitchen tour.
I loved him, and wanted to be with him, but I knew I was holding him back, because as long as I was here, he’d not entertain another woman, and he couldn’t find the mother of his children that way. He couldn’t bring me to meet his brothers and their wives, no cover story. And I didn’t think I could pull off the level of eccentricity required to be the David Bowie character in *The Man who Fell To Earth*. Henry would get past it. Too driven, too determined really, to wallow. Too good at his craft, really. And he certainly did not need a dodgy old albatross around his neck. When he went for his runs, I worked on my exit strategy.
I needed contingencies. I felt like August Walker, you know, great peace, great pain, blow everything up, rip half my face off, not look nearly as good doing it……So, if I wasn’t going back to the US, where would I go? I couldn’t really retire, so I started looking for a job. With my credentials, I actually got a few nibbles doing residential treatment, and that would decrease my cost considerably. No rent, no food. I’d have to get someone to look after my little house, put my things in storage, or jettison it all. Maybe it was just stuff after all. Odd to think how easy it would be to dismantle it all.
When he was home, there was not a glimmer of even a hint of bother to be seen. I didn’t want to taint our interactions with any of my difficulties, and being who he is, my hero would try his best to solve or fix the situation. I knew it wasn’t solve- able. There isn’t any fix for bad timing, really. Smiles, laughs, kisses, cuddles, amazing sex, deep conversations, talking about life and interpersonal interactions and power exchange and all the varied ways one can fuse pain and pleasure so that the line blurs, or even vanishes. We spoke of my passion for cutting, and how blood started out as a hard limit for me back when the crust of the earth was cooling. How I tried temporary piercing, decoratively, and my dear friend Robin of blessed memory. I told him the story of being on stage at this event with all of these needles in my flesh, with feathers and beads, and jewels, all above the lines of the corset I wore that night. How she had done laces up and down each upper arm, and when the show dragged, I would flick the needles and release more endorphins to entertain myself, keeping the *big show business smile*.
Henry threw back his head and let loose a tremendous belly laugh, deep and rich. It warmed my heart to hear that sound.
“ Oh, I haven’t told you the best part! This is ….” and I started laughing, remembering how ridiculous this next part is.
“So, I get this *brilliant* idea that covered with piercings, I should auction off hugs, to raise money for the charity. Not one of my brighter moments, but, the endorphins were running and I might have been a bit buzzed, and the bids are flying, more and more and my friends are pooling their resources, and this one individual bids a huge amount. I didn’t think twice. I said sold, and took the money for the charity. ”
As it turned out, this was a not good choice. He comes up on stage, I’ve got a live microphone in my hand, he grabs me and proceeds to rake his hands up and down my arms, right where the laces are. I cannot describe how much it hurt. Needles literally ripped out of my arms. Blood flowing down my arms, and, I’m on stage. Can’t cuss him out. Somebody jumps on stage and gets him off me. They take me off stage and somebody closes the show, they take out all the needles, that took a minute, clean me up, and apparently, someone from my family of choice had words with the guy, as he came to apologize profusely.
Henry’s mouth is open. He’s staring at me.
“What?”
“I would have killed him.”
“Darling boy. That’s so sweet of you to say, and I have no doubt that you would have thrashed him. But you can’t do that, you know.”
“ But it doesn’t change the way I feel, or how I believe it should be…”
“ I know. And your folks did a marvelous job raising all of you hellions. Your poor dear mother…. But that’s part of the price of your fame sweetheart. ”
“What do you mean? The price of my fame?”
“ Sweet dear wonderful man…..lets say you’re out at the pub, you have a couple of pints, right? Pints? Don’t you dare laugh because I don’t know what they’re called…. And you meet this lovely bird, and decide to put your World Famous Henry Cavill moves on her. She, being very smart in addition to attractive, goes for it, and Bob’s your uncle, you’re snogging in the alley , really playing tonsil hockey…
"Tonsil Hockey? Is that an American sport?”
I lobbed a pillow at him. “ Don’t interrupt. You’re all over each other, you’re working on sliding your hand under her jumper… And flash bulbs.”
“Or, you’re dating someone, you’ve been teasing the daylights out of each other all evening, and you pull her close and whisper in her ear that you can’t wait to get her home and stuff her full of your big fat cock. She positively MELTS, and says *Oh, God Daddy…” Just a little too loudly"
“Price. Of. Fame. “
“Lucky for you, darling, your fans are a devoted lot and they will destroy anyone or anything that they perceive has done you wrong. I almost feel bad for that radio hack who did SUCH a miserable interview with you, and then whined about it. That was what? Three movies ago? He is STILL being flogged. Speaking of flogged, let’s work on your technique.”
I found a job in Thailand, and was negotiating a start date for right around the time he went back to filming. I just hadn’t figured out how to actually make my exit.
I did what came naturally to me in difficult times. I got out the heavy weight paper, and the good pens and started to write.
“ Look, love, I’ve got to go. Its for the best, really. No woman worth you will start dating you with me lurking around, peeking out from behind potted palms. And I KNOW you want a family. A traditional one. Like everyone else in your family. You are perfect husband material, and you’re going to be the most doting dad that ever there was. I hope you have a daughter. She will wrap you around her finger like taffy. And enough boys for rugby, of course. You know I still want to be a part of your life, I just know that it may not be possible. I promise you will always know where to find me, and if you really need me, I will always have your six. Text me the phrase we agreed upon, and I will drop everything and be right at your side, as fast as I possibly can. Whenever, wherever. That’s my word bond to you. While I draw breath, I am yours. But, Hen, you must understand I love you far too much to keep you from your dreams, or worse, to have you wake one day and see those beautiful eyes tinted with regret or resentment. I couldn’t bear it.
Find a woman who loves you for you. If you retired, and built ships in bottles ( and how DO they do that, anyway?) She should love you just as much as if you were fifty feet tall in Times Square. Make sure she’s self entertaining. If you get lost on a quest, she needs to be able to find her own things to do, that she loves, and you’d best encourage those things. Share her passions like I know she will want to share yours. Don’t fall for that stalker shite, sugar. I know, I’m going to tease you about that till the Fourteenth of forever. That’s funny. Never let your PR people pick your dates. Somebody who’s rude to staff or servers or underlings NEVER EVER gets a second date. If KAL doesn’t like her, run away, FAST. Find a woman who makes you laugh. And who loves sex and intimacy as much as you do, and make sure she understands that those are two separate things. There will come a time when sex will not be as spontaneous, when you’ve got to work at making time to be a couple, and not mummy and daddy. Never take each other for granted. Appreciation and honest kind words go so far. Harsh words cause the deepest wounds, tear open the oldest scars. Be gentle with each other.
If you can, make her part of your team, and you of hers. Support her work enthusiastically. If you’re not worlds away, show up for her things, and the kids' things. Nothing is as adorable as the performances of small children, and before you know it, they won’t want to spend any time with you.
Always foster her independence. It gives her room to grow and she will never run out of ways to contribute.
If you give her more than three babies in four years, GET THE WOMAN SOME HELP. And for everyone’s sake a nice OLD lady, older than I am. There is no win in the mixture of post partum depression, struggling to get your figure back and some chippie in your house falling all over your husband and "stealing your children”. And that woman who comes to help? Her NDA better be tighter than a camel’s ass in a sandstorm.
I’m trying so hard to not forget anything. I know you and I know once you read this you’re going to be quite cross with me and I won’t hear from you for a while. You’ll be licking your wounds, as will I.”
I stepped out to smoke, it didn’t help.
This was going to be ugly crying. I blew my nose, splashed cold water on my face, and soldiered on. I picked up the pen, not even enjoying the feel of a good pen in my hand, unappreciative of its heft and balance, giving no fucks about the way it glided across the page. I might as well be writing in my own blood.
“Cross with me. My talent for understatement, I suppose. You’ll be furious. And I’m sorry. I know, its insulting and insufficient. But I am sorry. And you know I would use the fragments of my broken heart to mend yours, but I am not wizard enough to make this what it can never be.
I meant what I said. If you need me, I will be there. Be honest with her, about what part I play in your well being…. That at some point you may need to surrender your control. That even Daddies need Daddies. And for both your comfort and your honor, I can promise not to annihilate your marriage vows while providing that for you. You CAN do what it is we do with out sex. It just isn’t as fun.
I don’t think now that you’ve opened Pandora’s box that it will close easily. I believe the things you’ve found there resonate too deeply for you to just dismiss them. It is why you came looking in the first place, because you knew that those pieces were missing, there were voids to be filled. But remember, you can’t play these reindeer games with everyone. This can’t get out, can’t be public, so be careful. I know your heart, I have the measure of you. I have no concerns that you’ll be callous or unnecessarily cruel. You’ll find that edge and ride it like some fucking prize stallion in a steeplechase, but you won’t ever be abusive and there will always be love and passion behind what you do, its who you are.
Thank you my dearest, for allowing me the opportunity to pass on my skills, and my knowledge. The people that taught me would be so pleased to meet you, to see your heart, your passion, your skill. Bless you for letting me tell you my stories. I know now that they will not disappear. You will never know how much of a gift that was for me, and I can never repay you.
All my love in this life and the next…..”
And I signed it.
I folded it and put it in the envelope, and started gathering my things. Time was running out.
I sent a box or two back to the States, made arrangements for someone to look after my house, and researched flights. I could be in Bangkok in less than three days, and with a negative Covid test, no quarantine. Going back to work would get me out of my own head, and I knew, if I stayed there; in my head, very bad things were in store for me. They had sent my visas, my work documentation, my offer letter, and an open ended return ticket. Most of what I needed I could obtain when I got there, and the idea of having a custom tailored wardrobe was very appealing. Plus, it is a rainforest jungle. Shorts and t shirts, wraps, sandals, not much more than that, really. Maybe a swimsuit or two. With my vacation days I could see all the places on my bucket list and/or do medical tourism.
It’s funny, to be gone for this long and have it not be that big of a deal, in a pandemic. No one was even looking for me.
Now I needed to start working on the Long Goodbye.
When he came home that evening I had dinner waiting. Kal’s dinner too.
I wasn’t fucking around. Soft lights, candles, that red wine he liked, I wasn’t going to miss a trick. I was all put together, everything shaved, lotioned, make up that looked like I hadn’t any make up. I mean, I can’t do fresh faced anymore. During dinner we talked and I worked so hard not to lose it completely. I smiled and laughed in the appropriate places, held up my end of the conversation. At the conclusion of the meal I started to tidy up and he followed me into the kitchen. Music was playing and I was humming as I did the dishes. I didn’t realize he was leaning against the doorway, watching me.
He crossed the space in just a few steps, one arm at my waist and spun me around to face him. I squeaked, startled. He smiled and pulled me in for a kiss, took my hand and danced around the kitchen with me …… Henry singing in my ear “Ooooh, I been missing you
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And the way you make me feel inside
What can I do? I can tell you’ve got your pride now, baby
Come to me (oh well, oh well)
Let me ease your mind (oh babe)
I’ve got the remedy, yes I do
Now give me just a little time
(Here in my mind, Girl, I wanna shake you down)
I wanna rock you down
(I can give you all the lovin you need)
I’m gonna love you
(Come on let me take you down)
Oh well or well
(We’ll go all the way to heaven)”
* Gregory Abbott “ Shake You Down” ###
I was pulled up tight against him, one of his legs in between mine as we slow danced, my head on his shoulder, I was practically purring. Back in the day we called that cock dragging. He led magnificently, I didn’t think about how clumsy I usually was or where my feet were going, he just guided me around the kitchen singing to me, dancing. I looked up at him, lost in those deep soulful eyes….
” You were three when this song came out" I laughed.
“ I have several older brothers and the music you love brings back great memories. ” As the song ended he dipped me, practically to the floor, and I didn’t panic. His strong arms had me. I was secure and knew I wouldn’t fall.
Well, not from being dipped. He ran his tongue up my sternum, between my breasts, up my neck to finally claim my mouth.
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satnin-darling · 3 years
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4:23 AM (m) | Kim Taehyung, 7.4k
Pairing(s): Taehyung x Reader
Summary: You indirectly confessed to Yoongi. Well, it was all Taehyung’s fault (you don’t know that yet). So in the midst of drowning yourself in your sorrows, Taehyung comes to visit you because inadvertently, he too has a broken heart. Then, a misunderstanding, followed by an apology. But the apology was not in the way that you think an apology should have been, and maybe, just maybe, you’d find it in yourself forgive him.
Warnings/Tags: RATED M (18+); for language, smut (fem-reader; fingering; mutual masturbation; half a hand job (lol); oral (m-receiving); Taehyung has BDE; it’s only like this because they don’t have any condoms lmaooo; slight angst in the beginning but that’ll soon be forgotten - hopefully; idol!AU - friends with benefits, maybe lovers, eventually
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"It's not like she'll confess to Yoongi-hyung- “
As soon as those words left Taehyung's mouth he clapped his hands over it.
After he blurted it out loud the whole room settled into silence. Panicked glances focused on Yoongi, who was immobile with his eyes still closed. He seemed to take those power naps right before performing. Jimin shot him a look and furrowed his brows in annoyance. Jungkook cleared his throat and resumed his game, feigning ignorance. They waited for any response from Yoongi but he continued to slumber, pretending or not. Jimin grabbed Taehyung's wrists to drag him into the corridor. Namjoon shook his head while Jin was oblivious as he chatted to Hoseok about his plans for the holidays.
“Are you crazy?” He hissed, searching Taehyung’s eyes for any explanation. Taehyung bit his lip out of frustration, running his hands through his hair.
“Fuck, it just came out, I’m sorry!” Taehyung whined, realising that there really wasn’t a way out of it. Jimin sighed, running his hand through his hair, then cursed as doing so would subject him to a right scolding from their stylist.
“I just know that Yoongi-hyung heard what you said,” Jimin continued, rolling his eyes at him.
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"You knew?" You said incredulously, your face burning from the embarrassment.
Yoongi said nothing. Instead, he continued to calmly cut the ingredients and scooped them into the boiling pot. The atmosphere was already escalating to an uncomfortable awkwardness. You didn't know why tears pricked at the back of your eyes, perhaps it was anger rather than the shame of it all. You were afraid to ask when he knew but you forced yourself.
"Since when?" You whispered, feeling shaky. He stopped working on making dinner and switched off the stove. As he turned towards you he had the familiar deadpan expression, it was as if he was just discussing something ordinary.
“I found out only recently, from the members.” He met your eyes, seemingly hesitant to divulge even more. Pin pricks travelled throughout your body, you felt sick and with the desperate wish to flee. Yoongi drew his hands together to prevent them from fidgeting. You turned your head as you couldn’t blink back the tears.
“I’m sorry you had to find out,” You said through gritted teeth, you voice audibly shaking. As the tears blurred your vision, you saw Yoongi attempt to move closer. You knew any sympathy he showed was merely out of pity, and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
“It’s okay. I had my suspicions but I didn’t want to ask you in case they weren’t true.” He concluded, staying where he was instead. Hye-yeon was due to be back soon and you didn’t want to make a scene. Collecting yourself, you turned to face him, despite your face being awash with tears. He was always so forward, you forgot that about him. Deciding to take it on step further, perhaps out of curiosity or anger, or even knowing that you were past the point of no return.
“Did you ever see me as someone you could be with?” You asked, feeling like you were in a dream. Yoongi calmly lifted his head and his eyes swept over you. Was it pity? You waited as he emitted a deep sigh, meeting you squarely in the eye.
“To be frank… If I had seen you as anything more than a sister, I would have acted on it. I think you deserve better than me.” He trailed off, hoping to resurrect the situation. You felt like the wind from your lungs was knocked out of you and you bit your bottom lip harshly, to anchor yourself to reality as you felt your entire body go numb.
“Don’t patronise me,” You said between gritted teeth, barely able to articulate the words as you reeled from the shock of his words. By instinct, you swiped your belongings off the counter, wanting the ground to swallow you whole.
"I'm gonna head out," you sniffed, not waiting for him to answer and making a beeline for the door. Yoongi watched as your figure disappeared into the corridor. In that moment, it hurt you more that he didn't follow suit and merely let you go without protest. Descending down the steps of his house you saw your car and immediately sat inside. Only then did you allow yourself to bawl. Your cries shook your entire body as your chest constricted with immeasurable pain.
"Fuck," you cursed, breathing unsteadily. Not only were you not in a fit state to drive but you also wanted to disappear. You realised that the secret you had harboured inside of you hadn't really been a secret all along and the one person you didn't want to know already did. How stupid you felt, making up all sorts of excuses when the truth was staring at you plainly in the face.
A set of headlights coloured the drive way and you scrambled to start the engine. From afar, you realised that it was Taehyung’s SUV pulling up. Swallowing thickly you started the car and pulled out as he glided to park. As you rounded the corner the sound of your ringtone played in the car. You saw Taehyung’s caller ID flash instantly. Rejecting the call, you took the exit to the highway, mustering any sort of concentration to make it home in one piece.
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The incessant ring of the doorbell pulled you out of your slumber. You remembered that you had finally fallen asleep after a few glasses of wine, still tearful. Now that the sharp ring pierced the silence of your apartment, you groaned as you lifted yourself from the sofa. The TV was still on playing the news. A quick glance at the clock showed that it was 4.23AM, who could possibly be outside your door at this time?
You buzz the intercom and a deep voice came through.
"It's me, are you okay?" Taehyung asked, pausing for your reply. Confused, you wondered why he came all this way to ask that. Perhaps Yoongi sent him to spy on you. The fact that Taehyung was here to console you pushed your shame even more to the fore.
"Taehyung, what are you doing here?" You sigh, pressing your forehead against the cool surface of the wall.
"Let me in," he replied, more insistent. Finding no strength in you, you relented. Before long, he was in your entryway, dressed in grey sweats with a small bag slung on his shoulder. His eyes swept along your body, taking in your loose shirt and bare legs, till they settled on your face, no doubt puffy and in need of sleep. He slipped off his slides and lined them up next to your work shoes. You felt awkward as he stood there just in his socks.
“Taehyung…" you sighed, unable to keep up the pretence.
"I know this isn't the right time," he reasoned, taking a step forward to finally cross the threshold into your apartment. You find yourself stepping back, then turning to go into the living area. Taehyung followed you without a word. A quick survey of the space, you silently chide yourself as you saw the pile of case files scattered in one corner as you attempted to soothe your wounds with work. Then you saw the nearly empty wine bottle nearby. The TV was still playing, featuring the weather for the week. Shy all of the sudden, you settled on your couch, swiftly curling the blanket into a ball. Taehyung settled next to you, unfazed by the mess. For a while, you both stayed like that, watching the TV as the news anchor talked about the upcoming election.
“Yoongi-hyung told me what happened," he murmured, eyes still on the TV. You winced, the humiliation flooding back. Lifting your knees to tuck them under your chin, you tried to control your breathing.
"Why are you here?" You queried, feeling your chest constrict again.
"I wouldn't want to be alone during this time," he said, sneaking a look at you. It was brief but it made you feel even more pathetic. Great, he was here to see how bad you were and he would probably relay that back to Yoongi. Like some sick surveillance project.
"Well, I can't say the same for myself," you muttered, frustrated all of the sudden. You just wanted to be alone and stew in your feelings.
"I know, I'm sorry." Taehyung confessed, running his hands through his hair. It felt awkward for him to be in your space, he looked too elegant to share your shabby furniture. You knew that he wasn't pretentious like that but you couldn't help but feel self conscious.
"Actually... me and Dami broke up. It's been a month."
That immediately had you sitting up. Unlike your unrequited crush, Taehyung and Dami were together for three years. Turning to him, you watched as his gaze remained on the TV. He smiled slightly, perhaps it hadn't sunk in yet.
"Taehyung, I'm sorry," you mutter, unable to really comprehend anything.
"Yeah, I mean, we figured that we had outgrown each other but we didn't want to admit it."
You hesitate to reply. If that was the case, it didn't seem like that at all. They were always loving, always wrapped in each other as if no time had passed. Wondering where it all came from, you think back if there were any signs of him and Dami being uncomfortably distant. None came to mind.
"So, should we watch a movie or something?," he asked innocently, lifting his legs to cross them underneath. You weren't sure if this was the healthiest of set ups. Of course, you handled your emotions well enough alone, but you weren't sure if it was the greatest of ideas to let him in as a witness. Guessing that he was just half as bad, you reclined onto the sofa. In fact, he was here with a broken heart. Reaching for the remote, you flipped the channels mindlessly.
"Don't you have a schedule?" You muse, settling for a romantic comedy.
"Nah, I'm off for the next three days." He was already settling into your sofa, reaching over you for the blanket. It was 4am in the morning and you were both starting a movie. Things settle eventually and you both found yourself immersed in the plot of My Best Friend's Wedding. You had watched it ten thousand times over, but it tugged still at your chest whenever the scene with Julia Roberts chasing Michael down the highway appeared. You watched with bated breath as she shouldered her phone, eyes frantically searching the road for avenues to pass. She then placed the phone in her hands as the bread van that she stole rumbled along the road.
"Where are you?" Her bewildered friend asks through the phone.
"I have stolen a bread van and I'm chasing Michael down Michigan Avenue!" She shouted above the noise, her frustration getting the better of her.
"George, this is all your fault, I told him the truth, I said that I loved him and I kissed him a-and this is what happened," She continued, eyes frantic as the steering wheel wobbled under her grasp. A pause followed.
"Jules, a question," he replied calmly.
"When you kissed Michael, did he kiss you back?"
As the background music flooded the scene, you noted how Julia's expression fell, memories of reality shattering her reserve.
"What do you mean! We were lip to lip!" She cried in frustration, hanging on to what ever illusion she had tricked herself into believing. The cars were noisy around her.
"I mean that was there something on the other side of that kiss that would mean that this chase would end happily?" He explained, trying to get through to her. Julia's eyes blinked, her grip on the steering wheel firm, her feet on the gas pedal seemed to ease off as her realisation set in.
"T-that's beside the point! We were interrupted!" She carried on, breaking through the embarrassment that began to creep up on her.
"Who interrupted you?" Michael asked, entertaining her further.
"Kimmy! She ruined everything! And Michael started chasing her before he could answer me," she finished, her bellows reduced a quite whisper by the end. Her eyes were glassy as she tried to focus on navigating the traffic. Though her determination waned slightly.
"Michael's chasing Kimmy-"
"Yes!"
"You're chasing Michael -"
"Yes!"
"Who's chasing you? Nobody? Get it! There's your answer - Kimmy." He drilled, eyebrows raising in exasperation.
"NO!" Julia parried, almost dropping the phone.
"Yes Jules! You are not the one"
Once those words were delivered, you couldn't help but laugh hysterically. Taehyung, who was also hanging onto every word, jolted as he was startled by your reaction. Doubling over, you clutched the blanket towards you to press against your abdomen.
Who's chasing you? The words mocked.
When you collected yourself, you sneak a look over at Taehyung who has resigned himself to laughing at you. Maybe he thought that the situation overwhelmed you, the shame, embarrassment, pain, and heartache of unrequited love following you in whatever you did.
"Fuck," you breathed out shakily, running your hands through your hair. This was ridiculous. You should be alone because the sleep deprivation was turning you into a mess. It was close to 6am and the sun peeked over the apartment blocks. Taehyung was close, looking at you briefly as you placed your head in your hands.
"I'm a mess," you admitted in defeat, wanting to cry.
"Don't worry, so am I," he replied in kind.
"Shut up, you just came out of a long term relationship and all I'm whining about is an unrequited love, you're definitely handling this better than I am," you prattled on. You hear him scoff next to you as your face fills with heat.
"What you’re going through is more painful than mine."
"Don't think so, nothing happened for me. Which makes it more ridiculous since there really is nothing to and he's taken so -"
"I can make your forget him."
Lifting your head from your hands, you gawk at him. With your mouth open, you honestly thought you were hallucinating. But he had his body turned towards you, hands nearing where you sat, eyes trained at your expression.
He was being serious.
"Tae-" you began, the nervousness creeping in. Maybe he's tired, maybe this was his way of dealing with heartache, being impulsive and damn near delusional.
"I'm being serious," he said, reading your mind. Taehyung leant forward to close the distance between you. You gasped slightly as it was enough for his lips to ghost above yours.
"Taehyung," you repeated, more sure of yourself. But you wondered why your hands didn't move. Instead they clasped themselves over your bare knees, knuckles possibly white from effort.
"I can make you forget him," he repeated more sternly. This time, he kissed you. It was tentative at first since he waited for your shock to melt away, but when he realised that you returned his kiss, he pressed further. A small moan escaped your lips - how long has it been since you were with anyone like this? You recline on the sofa, legs opening instinctively. You feel him settle between your legs, the fabric of his sweats rubbing against your bare skin. The credits for the movie were rolling behind him, but it was as if everything was muffled. His clothed crotch was rubbing against your core, it was only the slightest of movements but it was enough to make you arch your back, hips meeting him halfway. Hands found your cheeks, cupping them gently. Then, his tongue found yours, slow yet firm swipes. It was electric and made you dizzy within seconds.
"Mmph, Taehyung, wait," you gasped as you felt his hands wander underneath your shirt. With nothing else on, his cold hand cupped your breast, pinching your nipple. But he wasn't listening, instead kissing down your neck, pressing you further into the sofa. His hands left you only to bunch the bottom of your shirt, exposing you from the bottom. You squirmed underneath him, face filling with heat. Lower he went, dark locks descending to your front. When you felt his nose skim your stomach, his hot breath fanned your skin, goosebumps erupted immediately. Long, elegant fingers planted on your inner thighs, prising them apart. Locked in place, your breathing escalated. But something was off, it didn't feel right. Both of your emotions were too raw and you both wanted some sort of release that rest just couldn't give.
"Taehyung," you said firmly, resisting against his arm. You guess that he took this playfully as he gazed up at you through the curtain of his fringe, a smirk playing on his full lips. He was so close, his tongue swiping his bottom lip out of habit. But you carried on resisting, wiggling your body more forcefully. Finally, he got the message and sat back on the floor, sporting a slight pout. Straightening yourself up, you whipped the blanket to cover yourself. Beneath the blanket, your underwear was uncomfortable as your desire left the fabric cold.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice gruff. He sounded slightly annoyed too, as you watched him adjust himself. You saw the tent in his sweatpants.
"What were you trying to achieve?" You ask squarely, crossing your arms over your chest. It was a simple question. With his pokerface, his expression was unreadable.
"I thought you were into it," he replied, running his hand through his hair. Turning his head, he watched as the sun peaked in the sky, signalling morning. The moment was gone.
"Was I some sort of rebound just now?" You scoff, face heating up.
He glanced back at you, his expression darkened. Brows furrowed as he contemplated his reply, you saw how his hands were curled into fists.
"Taehyung, just tell me what's going through your mind, it's okay," you reassured him, even though you already knew the answer. Dami was his everything. Everyone knew that Taehyung was a romantic, devoted and selfless. It must have taken a toll on his values and personal goals when the break up occurred. You just happened to let him in your apartment and your emotions got the better of you both.
"I don't want to talk about it," he replied stiffly.
"We don't have to talk about her, I just wanted to know your intentions," you pry, shifting in your seat. Bracing yourself for the truth, your fingers instinctively curled against the blanket.
"Fine, I wanted to sleep with you to cool off," he sighed, unable to meet your gaze. Somehow, getting to the bottom of things didn't make you feel any better. You weren't sure if you had any energy left to muster anger. It was one thing to be rejected by Yoongi, but it's another to be seen as some distraction by someone you thought cared for you.
"I see," you said, suddenly wanting to cry. Your bottom lip trembled. Looking away, you felt how tired you were. You felt gross, despite the fresh sunlight illuminating your apartment floor. Taehyung was on his knees now, trying to get a good look of your face.
"Listen, I'm sorry, I'm an asshole for doing this," he rambled, attempting to resect the situation. But it was too late, you felt even shittier than before he came around. Meeting him in the eye again, you let the tears fall, exhausted from the day's events.
"I think you should leave," you mumble, voice wavering over the TV. He looked up at you as if to plead, but as your tears fell he knew that there was nothing he could to right it.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, standing back up. You said nothing in return. Things grew awkward quickly as he collected his items. Unable to stop the tears, you swiped your face hurriedly, getting up too. Making your way to your bedroom, you didn't spare a single glance back at him.
"See yourself out." You announced. Not waiting for confirmation, you slammed the door to your bedroom.
-
Fifteen missed calls from Taehyung in two days. That was what your phone had to deal with on top of the onslaught of notifications from work. And three emails about a possible secondment. You felt lost. Dragging yourself to work was tedious, you forgot how much small talk you engaged in and instead, you worked on autopilot. The day carried on in an impossibly slow pace and by the time lunch came, you wanted to smash your head on the table till you passed out.
"Aren't you going to get that?"
Sang-Hoon’s voice pierced your muddled thoughts. Glancing at your phone, it was Taehyung again. Ignoring it automatically, you sigh and pocketed it. Sang-Hoon gave you an awkward smile, acting shifty next to your desk.
"Wanna head to the cafeteria?" He suggested, still by your side, though closer now, almost leaning over you. Somehow that annoyed you, wanting to be left alone.
"Sure," you reply though you were in no mood to eat.
-
"You know I say this rarely but you are so stupid for that," Jimin said between mouthfuls of chicken. Taehyung had just tried to reach you again but failed to get through. He noticed that you didn't even cut his call anymore, you just let it ring till he gave up.
"I know, I don't know how else to apologise," he groaned, head in his hands. They were in between rehearsals for the end of year performances and they were the only ones in the break room.
"How could you tell her that you wanted to 'cool off' by sleeping with her? Hello?" Jimin carried on exasperatedly. He was powering through the take away whereas Taehyung had hardly touched his.
"I don't know. Dami was being a pain, she said we were over way before we broke up. I was oblivious this whole time. I thought she was used to my schedule, the time apart, fuck I don't know," he sighed, biting his nail. Jimin swatted his wrist, not wanting him to turn that into a habit.
"I've got to hand it to you though, you're handling this break up pretty well," Jimin said, washing his food down with water. Taehyung scowled, pushing the rice to the sides of the styrofoam container. Was he really okay? Up until now, he was numb to the whole thing. All he could remember was returning to her apartment from a back-to-back schedule and then the next thing he knew, Dami told him that they were over. Strangely enough, he knew that she was telling the truth. They were hardly together and neither made the effort to make up for lost time. Blaming it on their careers was a cowardly excuse, but on hindsight, they seemed to just grow apart. It made him uncomfortable to face that. He wanted to settle with her and be on his way to some semblance of a family life when the activities with BTS settled down. But here he was, buried in work, severing ties with who he thought was his dream girl. What's worse, he managed to hurt you in the process, without even meaning to. It was a shitty situation and his head hurt just thinking about it. The sound of the door opening brought them out of their thoughts. Yoongi walked in, phone in hand, not really paying much attention.
"Hyung, did you finish the shoot?" Jimin asked, swiftly clearing the table of the take away food. Yoongi grumbled a reply. He settled on a chair next to Taehyung.
"We'll talk about this later - in the meantime, keep trying to phone her," Jimin said sternly. He left the room without so much as a glance. Taehyung was still zoning out, reflecting on everything that happened in the past few days. Yoongi didn't say anything but he couldn't help but notice Taehyung's phone. The screen was unlocked and showed all the attempted calls to you. Curious, he glanced at Taehyung, who's eyes were on the floor, seemingly detached.
"Did you two fight?" Yoongi asked, eyes back on his phone. Hye-yeon had sent him a compilation video of grouchy cats. Reminded me of you. He smiled as the video replayed again.
"No, it's uh - complicated," Taehyung confessed. He took his phone away from Yoongi's view and locked it. Yoongi remembered the last time he saw you. He didn't feel pity or guilt, just awkwardness. He couldn't return your feelings so he just pushed any thoughts to do with you away. Soon, he was able to carry on, focusing on what was in front of him, which included his career and Hye-yeon. Eventually, everything swung back into place and became normal again. Another message from Hye-yeon. I've got the day off tomorrow, I've got something planned. Wake up early so we can make the most of it.
"Why?" Yoongi pried, sending a ':) Okay' back. Taehyung was more transparent than him when it came to feelings. Where Yoongi was calm and reserved, Taehyung was reactive and animated.
"Um... I kinda of pissed her off,” he mumbled, sounding vague. This brought Yoongi out of his phone.
"Have you contacted her since?" Taehyung asked, trying to steer the attention from his own situation. He already knew that you were rejected. He just wanted to hear Yoongi's side of things.
Yoongi clenched his jaw but shook his head in reply. He guessed that Taehyung visited you that same night after he came to his house to ask for help with his music. When he asked Yoongi why your car was in the car park, he shrugged it off. But Taehyung admitted that he saw you crying as you drove off. Then Yoongi had to detail the story, feeling pressured. He knew he couldn't tell Hye-yeon, so Taehyung was his best bet.
“I guess it’s awkward,” Taehyung sympathised, giving Yoongi a small smile. Just then, they were called back to resume a photoshoot. So both of them rose and pocketed their phones. Taehyung made a mental note to take things up a notch.
-
"If you don't leave, I'm calling security," You announced, your finger pressed on the intercom buzzer. Taehyung was apparently stuck at the lobby of your apartment with an armful of food. He informed you that he also had some home made kimbap - your favourite.
"Please, let me apologise properly and I'll leave."
You let him hear your exasperated sigh for good measure. Letting him in, you waited anxiously by the door, like that night. The apartment was in a better state than before. Taehyung’s tentative knocks brought you out of your thoughts. Opening the door, there he was, in casual dress with sunglasses and a face mask on. HIs dark hair looked freshly washed, tumbling elegantly over his eyes. You hesitated to roll your eyes, anyone could recognise him from a mile away.
"Thanks," he mumbled, slightly muffled from the face mask. You nod, side stepping to let him in.
The walk to your small kitchen didn't take that long and you watched as he set the various white paper bags on the counter. A slight peek meant that you saw a bunch of snacks and jjajangmyeon. The foiled covered kimbap was also sat atop.
"Did you want to eat first or talk?" Taehyung suggested, removing his disguise. Without thinking, you were already eyeing the bags, your stomach singing in protest. Taehyung looked at you, and a deep chuckle came from his throat.
"Eat first then."
-
"How's work?" Taehyung asked as he mixed the jjajangmyeon with chopsticks. You tucked into the kimbap first, not bothering to cut it as you bit into it as best you could.
"Tiring, I'm up my elbows in everything, all my seniors are handing me more tasks, ugh have so much work," you prattle, struggling to swallow the food. Taehyung nudged the water towards you, chuckling as you washed it down. You remembered the past few emails you had to tackle when all you wanted was to sleep.
"What about you? Don't you have a lot of end of year performances lined up?" You watched as he finally began to eat. Large mouthfuls as the black bean sauce slipped past his lips.
"Mmmhm, rehearsals kill me all the same," he grumbled, pushing his hair away from his face. You suddenly remember that Yoongi was back from his shoulder surgery. Then, the food didn't taste as good but you still carried on, noting that it was your first meal of the day.
"Yoongi is fine by the way, he can move more and even rehearsed the choreo for Dynamite," Taehyung offered, sensing your change in expression.
"Ah, that's good." Relief flooded your system, so he was doing okay. At least he was doing what he loves again.
"Yeah."
"How's things with Dami?" You pry, hoping to get him to open up. It wasn't good for Taehyung to bottle things, you knew that much was true. Silence came, he took another mouthful, savouring the noodles.
"She's began to move her stuff out of my place, and she said that she had a couple of things to return to me," He spoke as if it was a casual thing. A knot in your stomach formed.
"I don't mean to be rude, but I never saw this coming," you admitted.
"Well, me too," Taehyung agreed, finishing the bowl. He reached for the fruit this time, the sliced apples probably from his mother.
"She didn't want to try anymore. Maybe she knew something I didn't." He munched on a slice while playing with the rest, rocking them on the skin side. You didn't reply cause you didn't know what to say. So you left it at that, enjoying the meal in silence.
-
You weren't sure how you ended up in the very position you never thought you'd end up in, but Taehyung's hands were underneath your shirt and you were frantically grabbing his to take it off. Skin on skin, you sigh as he smiled against your mouth, sloppy kisses trailing down the column of your neck only to land on your nipple. Your shirt was abandoned, somewhere on the floor. Teeth bared, he bit the sensitive flesh causing you to moan against his hair. Your couch was moderate in size, but it was suffocating with the two of you trying to wrestle over it. Pulling back, you followed his gaze to the hallway that led to your bedroom. Not needing further prompt, you get up in haste, nearly tripping as you clambered over the couch. Taehyung caught your wrist, laughing at how eager your were. He was a step behind, long strides almost over taking you as you swung the door open. You recline on the bed, elbows propping you up as he stepped out of his sweatpants. Clad in black boxers, your eyes widen at the silhouette that greeted you.
"Condom?" Taehyung asked, climbing on top of you, settling between your legs. He kissed you, tongue slipping against yours. A deep rumble in his chest caused that familiar electricity to shoot to your core. You bit your lip, you didn't have one. But you were on the pill, still, you hesitated to tell him.
"I don't have one," you confessed, pressing your forehead against his. Hearing him groan, he exhaled, warm breath fanning your face. Below, he was extraordinarily hard, straining against the dark fabric. You met him in the eye, your breathing shallow. Your top half was already bare before him and you felt the familiar stickiness between your thighs. If you didn’t get your release, you'd probably tear your hair out.
"Ah fuck, it's okay, we can just get each other off," He rambled, fingers trailing down to the waistband of your shorts. Nervous all of the sudden, you realise that 'getting off' meant you had to touch yourself in front of him. Something you've never really done in front of someone before, let alone attempted. Guessing that he saw the hesitation that briefly flashed over your face, he smiled, kissing your cheek.
"It's okay, don't be nervous," he calmed you down, stroking your sides. Thumbs hooked themselves over the waistband of your shorts and you lifted your hips to get them completely off. In the process, you didn't notice but he had also shed his boxers. A small gasp left your lips in reaction to his length. He was large and lengthy, and as he stroked his cock, you saw pre-cum coating the head. Forgetting yourself for a moment, you watched as he spread the pre-cum, his deep sigh loud in your ears. You silently curse yourself for not stocking up on condoms. His hair fell over his eyes but you knew he was looking at you, waiting.
"Show me how you touch yourself," he demanded, stroking himself firmly, from the base to the tip. Still in your underwear, you were already so wet. Time was ticking and Taehyung was still waiting for you to move. You leant back, smoothly removing your underwear. That was it, your last barrier. You were both naked, the only sound was your shallowed breathing. The first touch of your fingers to your slit caused you to flinch, you moaned as your reached your swollen clit. You heard him inhale sharply. Scooting backwards, you propped yourself up against you pillows, legs falling open. He followed you, coming close enough so that the tops of his thighs touched the back of yours. With your legs propped up against his, your fingers worked steadily, dragging your juices up then down. He groaned as your breath stuttered, nail just grazing your clit. You kept your eyes on him, even though all you wanted was to close your eyes and get lost in the sensations. The muscles in his stomach clenched from effort, you decided to be a bit bolder as you moved yourself downwards, fingers leaving your wet slit to instead grasp his cock.
Taehyung’s head snapped up as you undulated your hips against him. He groaned as you gasped, taking him by your hand to stroke him. Leaning forward towards you, his tongue met yours in a messy kiss. Keeping the pace, you managed to rock your hips against him while your hand worked to get him off. The strain on your lower back was forgotten as one of his hands were above your head, clutching the headboard while the other clasped your hip. Your thumb grazed the weeping slit of his cock, pre-cum dripping onto your stomach. Your pussy was practically dripping, so much so that you were sure that you were leaking onto the sheets. Lewd noises came as your fingers plunged themselves into you, the wet squelch causing you to moan against his mouth. A firm grip on your wrist stalled you, pulling back, Taehyung’s cheeks were flushed, lips wet and swollen. Looking down, you were gripping him at the base of his cock, almost as a taunt. He removed his hand from your hip, making you worry that he wasn’t into this as much as you. Still, you waited for his next move.
“Let me,” He murmured, kissing along your jaw. At first you were confused, yet you complied. But not before dragging your fingers along your stomach. Leaving a noticeable trail of desire on your skin. Bearing witness to it all, Taehyung moaned, kissing you once more before pulling back to press his forehead against yours. You had resumed stroking him, enjoying how the muscles of his thighs rippled underneath yours. But all that came to a halt as you felt his finger enter you.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He confessed, eyes darkening with pleasure.
The sensation almost threw you over the edge if not for him stopping himself. There was a definite pause, you held your breath as you felt another one of his fingers enter you. At first, he was slow, coating his fingers with your wetness. You almost forgot to stroke him as your eyes fluttered close as palm grazed your clit, causing your hips to undulate in desperation. As you mewled beneath him, he grew more confident, curling his fingers and then scissoring them intermittently. You couldn’t control your moans at this point, since his lips were planted against your neck, biting and sucking the skin. Eyes to the ceiling, you saw wisps of his dark hair in your vision. Everything was so hot, your heartbeat loud in your ears. He was rougher now, fingers curling and unfurling inside of you. By instinct, you circled your arms around his neck, pressing yourself more against him. You feel his cock press against your inner thigh, his hips rutting against your soft flesh.
“F-fuck, Taehyung, I’m close,” You moaned, body writhing under his ministrations. He only increased the pace in reply, biting the flesh of your neck to the point where you were crying out.
“Oh fuck,” You moaned, hips desperately trying to match the pace of his fingers. Positive that his knuckles were wet, each time his hand collided with your clit a new wave of arousal leaked from you.
“Close?” Taehyung taunted, breaking from the cage of your arms. You nod, embarrassed that you were technically under his mercy. Pushing those thoughts away, you kissed him again to muffle your moans. He smiled against you, scissoring his fingers and placing his thumb on your clit. As he pressed on, your toes curled in anticipation. Just a little more… Yes… When he finally paid the necessary attention to your clit, the knot in your stomach unfurled, your back arched in response, hips stuttered against his hand. You saw visions of white as your orgasm ripped through you, muscles singing in protest as he continued his assault. Your body twitched from effort, sweat slick upon your skin. It was difficult to come down from your high as he continued to push his sodden fingers into you. It came to your attention that he hadn’t cum and his cock was still straining against your thigh.
“Taehyung,” You murmured, stroking his hair.
“Hmm,” he hummed, eyes to your sopping cunt. He finally slipped his fingers out of you, delighting in how they were coated in your wetness. Heat rose to your face, not entirely sure if what happened actually happened.
“Tell me how you like it,” You said, as you adjusted yourself. It was his turn to lay on his back, legs unfolding and spreading beneath your touch. He chuckled, a deep rumble emitted from his chest. You grab a pillow from behind, leaning over him to prop it behind his head. He took the opportunity to latch a nipple in his mouth, causing you to balk, shooting him a look of disapproval. As you focused on the task at hand, you kissed your way down his chest, stopping briefly to lick his nipples, enjoying how he stiffened underneath you. When you finally reached his cock, it was extremely hard, pre-cum dribbling from the slit. Tentative licks at first, your tongue ghosting over the hot flesh.
“Just like that,” he coaxed, hands reaching down to gather your hair. You hesitate, noting how his girth stretched your mouth. But the slight pressure on your head had you planting your hands on his hips, taking more of him in. A deep groan came from above you as you felt him thrust upwards. You choke from the abruptness, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat easily. You raise your head, lips closing over him delicately. Then you let your tongue run down, teasingly slow, from the head then slowly to the base. Taehyung’s muscles tensed beneath your touch, one glance and you saw his lips part, occasionally biting his bottom lip and licking it. Spurred from his reaction, you take him in again, this time plunging down till he was at the back of your throat, ignoring the strain in your jaw, or the fact that you could hardly breathe.
“Fuck!” He growled, hands tangling in your hair, pressing you down. Eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking your eyes. He bucks up into your mouth, coming suddenly. A mix of your saliva and his cum spilled from your mouth, you moan, feeling it all bubble in your throat. You swallow, taking it all in. His moans spurred you on, licking up and down his cock till his hips stutter against your hands, thrusting roughly but only briefly, until he relaxed back onto your bed. Slowly, you raise your head, enjoying how his fingers fell away, brushing the stray strands of hair away from your face. As your mouth left his cock, you breathed in lungfuls of air. You kiss this head and he flinched, breathing shallow. When you make a move to sit back, he catches you by the wrist and pulled you to him. Unsure, you resisted, aware that your mouth was probably covered in saliva and cum, and your hair was askew.
“Taehyung, wait,” You protested, feeling sticky all over. But you were suddenly pulled flushed against his chest. The steady beat of his heart clear in your ears. He was so close, everything was warm to the touch. Looking up, he kissed you suddenly, totally nonchalant to the fact that he was basically tasting himself. Somehow, that made you shiver, as his tongue slipped against yours, wet muscle spreading the residue left in your mouth. It was so dirty, yet you were hooked. Kissing him deeper, inhaling his scent, mixed with the smell of sex. His fingers drew non-distinct patterns on your lower back, causing you to whimper just from the slightest of touch. You realise how your body felt tired and sated. Moments pass, you both lay together, listening to each others heartbeat, until it slowed. Taehyung played with your hair, gently brushing it between his fingers. You weren’t sure how to respond, it felt strangely intimate.
“We should probably get some condoms,” he mused, his deep voice startling you as you felt yourself drifting. Against his chest, your face fills with heat, So there’s going to be a next time?
“Hm, don’t get too carried away. We’re both busy,” You muttered, testing the waters.
“I can make time,” He replied, fingers leaving your hair, hand settling on your head. Your heart leaps, you wonder if he felt that. It didn’t matter. You knew this was going to be casual, his schedule was not to be taken lightly. And anyway, you both lived on opposite ends of the city. Not to mention how your work was always piling up. So you decided to leave the conversation at that, suddenly untangling yourself from his embrace. Guessing he didn’t like that, you saw him pout. But he also sat up to leave.
“The bathroom is on the opposite door,” You offered, gathering your clothes. The stickiness between your thighs dried. A shower was probably the next best thing. You feel him squeeze your thigh, “Thanks.” Totally comfortable around you, you watch as Taehyung raised himself from the bed, scooping his clothes in process. His back was broad and his legs were long. Dark and messy hair finished the top of his head, and there was just the hint of his shapely neck. For a moment, you were mesmerised, mentally reminding yourself that you had just given him head and he fucked you with his fingers. Almost laughable. As he disappeared into the corridor, you sat on your bed donning your shirt. Seoul had quietly slipped into the cover of darkness, the lights of the cars snaking along the highway. Looking around, the sheets were ruffle and the sheer curtain you kept on your window created a fuzzy picture of the world below. Nothing had changed but everything seemed different.
“Hey, uh, I’m heading out now, have to be up early for a photoshoot tomorrow,” Taehyung poked his head into your room, already dressed with his hoodie on. You smile, offering an awkward wave, he laughed, raising his eyebrows playfully. With that, he disappeared, so you reclined on your bed and after hearing the click of the door.
What the fuck was that.
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Mining for Unobtanium chapter 31
Ninety One followers. We are growing, slowly. I love that you’re all willing to come along on this ride with me.
I tried to make the most of the time that I had left, I could hear the incessant ticking ticking ticking, but I shoved that down, hard, and faked left and right like a receiver out running tackles. Walter Payton in his heyday would have been proud. "There are other things you like to do, anything you're willing to teach me?"  he asked one morning as we lay in bed, catching my breath, he just had the nerve to look even more invigorated; and I was smitten enough to find him sexier sweaty and musky after a run. "What are you interested in, that's the question." "Well, I'm curious by nature..." "No, you're competitive by nature. This is different. Is it something you want to learn because it makes you hard? Makes your breath catch? Because when you rub one out in the shower, or late at night in your trailer, that's the scenario that keeps coming back, and you come so hard it almost hurts? Or, is it something you want to learn to add to your already considerable arsenal of seduction?" He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at me with a quizzical expression. I could see the gears turning and I smiled and kissed his cheek and got out of bed. " You're about to ask me what the difference is, aren't you?" and I started the shower and got in. I got under the water and waited. Two, three, four.. And enter Henry. " The difference is, is it play, is it a scene, is it a relationship, or is it something else." He put his arms around me and pulled me close. I grabbed a shower puff and body wash and started washing his back. "So, if I had tub cuffs, and they're restraints, with suction cups, made for baths and showers, and we had spent the night together, and the next morning as we were showering, I restrained your arms, got you really good and hard, wound you up like a Swiss time piece, edged you a time or two, and then scampered out of the shower, you would......" "Well, I'd release myself, hunt you down, pick you up, play a little rough with you and fuck you right into the mattress, probably using very coarse language, especially if you seemed to like that." I turned him so I could wash more of him, and get parts of me covered with suds. "Exactly! And that's...." "Play!" "Precisely. Rather freeform, roll with it, not negotiated, off the cuff. You've probably been doing it for ages." We kissed and washed and rinsed and kissed, I could stand under falling water and look at this man, I wanted to commit it to memory. As we were drying off I asked him how he knew which women he could face fuck. Surely he couldn't try that with every woman he had been with. " Well, if I'm lucky enough to find a woman without a gag reflex...." "Don't even TRY to wink at me, its the one thing you cannot do!" I laughed. "Seriously, some women are more.....enthusiastic." "Right. And the ones who don't faint when you release The Kraken might get a second shot.... " He put his face in his hands, shaking his head and laughing. " You didn't... " "Yes, sir, I most certainly did. There has to have been at least one woman who saw that and tapped out. Ill bet you have a devil of a time getting women to do anal." " I would like to....." I thought as much. " You could negotiate that, with time, patience, a LOT of lube, and gifts. Spectacular gifts." I giggled. We got dressed and headed to the kitchen. Coffee in hand, he rummaged around for trainer approved breakfast and we kept talking. "Now, if she calls you Daddy, that's a whole different barrel of goblins." "Why so?" “Oh, how much time do you have? There are so many different variations on the Daddy dynamic, it could be just that she's getting off on your BDE, or that you're in charge for the moment, or in the bedroom, Then there's Daddy Dom little girl, and little and middles, and that may or may not be your thing, or, for the right woman, it may become YOUR thing. Literally this could be a whole day of conversation. " He stopped, and gave that a great deal of thought. He ate, I had more psychotic rage stabilizer..... I mean coffee. "Does it make your cock hard to inflict pain?" "What kind of question is THAT?" "A rather fair one if you play with sex and power...." That one he wasn't prepared for. I could tell by the body language. His shoulders were sort of rolled in, hunched up, I could see the tension. " Let me try to make it less murky. When you spanked me, what was the part of it that got you turned on?" He didn't hesitate, answered very quickly. " It was the way you were reacting, squirming on my lap, arching into it, like you wanted it, and the sounds you made, God, you were practically dripping.....Oh for fuck's sake, look at what TALKING about this has done!" And sure enough, Henry had a chubby. I crossed the kitchen to him and pressed up against him, running my hand up and down his thick cock. " You poor hedonistic baby...seems you've a growing problem " I smiled and kept palming his dick through his low slung sweatpants. I eased them down over his hips and took him into my warm wet talented mouth.
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