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daisy | kth. (m)

➵ summary: sleeping with your infuriating, unfairly attractive rival in art school? stupid. sleeping with him without protection? even more stupid. when you became pregnant with kim taehyung’s child at 21, your young lives suddenly derailed for the worst. fulfilling your parental roles early on proved difficult, but five years later, perhaps it was time to give your complicated relationship a second chance; not only for yourselves, but for your baby daughter—daisy.

➵ pairing: taehyung x reader

➵ genre: rivals/fuck buddies to lovers!au, accidental pregnancy, young parents!au, the fluffiest fluff, light angst, smut

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 16k

➵ warnings: swearing, mentions of addiction + counselling, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, breast fondling, oral (m & f. receiving), face-riding, clit-biting, spanking, dirty talk, deep-throating, ball-fondling, fingering, emotional/passionate sex, rough sex, scratching, creampie

➵ a/n: would you believe me if I said this was originally written in february?? HAHA this is a request by @feelsaesthetic for bgn’s 2 hearts, 1 love valentine’s day event!! this fic consists of taehyung, pragma (enduring love), slow burn, and an artist au with m&ms (the perfect first date) <3 I really hope you enjoy my interpretation of your request loves 🥺 thank you endlessly to my loves @taegularities & @amourtae for betaing and commenting!! (THE TAGS FINALLY WORK YAY) as always, your feedback means the world to me 💓

➵ playlist: die for you by the weeknd

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

You smile tentatively, swallowing dryly as you stand in front of a trendy restaurant; sleek with its atmosphere, cozy with its interior. Similarly, your companion clears his throat with a fist over his mouth, restlessly shuffling his feet.

It’s quite comedic how you’re nervous for this date tonight, as though it’s with some Godforsaken unknown tinder fling. When in reality, you’re going on a date with the estranged man you have a five-year-old child with; Kim Taehyung.

You both wait in line patiently side-by-side. To say this is awkward is an understatement, or merely a guess, you're uncertain. It's not as though things are painfully intolerable between you two, nor is there suffocating hatred that's rendered you incapable of speaking to each other.

It's not at all like the man standing next to you is your once blood-boiling rival turned ‘I-share-50%-of-my-DNA-with-you-through-a-child-because-we-had-sex’ acquaintance. This is the first time in years you’ve both even decided to entertain a night out together; for a real date.

"Hey, do you think you'll be okay in these heels?" Taehyung leans down and asks, and all would be well if it wasn’t for the soft, warm palm he tucks against the small of your back.

You gulp immediately.

"Yeah, I'm-I'm good," you reassure him, fumbling on your words. God-fucking-dammit, how does his touch still leave your heart sprinting and your tongue twisting? It’s been years.

"Alright, just making sure." He politely smiles; you despise that it's still as handsome as ever.

Once the line begins ushering forward and Taehyung speaks to the hostess about your reservations, you're both led towards your seats. It’s located on the rustic second floor of the restaurant. Crisp, clean-cut furnishing, wooden light fixtures, enchanting decor, and a garden-like colour scheme to complement—it’s delightful. Your table even offers a sweet view of the vibrant city that eventually disappears around a stunning beach, too.

Impressed, you whisper to Taehyung. "This is a really nice place."

Taehyung leans over. "I wanted to get a nice place for you."

Biting your lip, you're both introduced to your table. You graciously thank the hostess before tugging out your chair, only for Taehyung to instantly stop you.

"Woah, hold on," he calls out, pulling out your seat instead. The gentlemanly action makes you quite sheepish; you’re not used to chivalrous treatment by him. Taehyung smiles sweetly, managing to capture your heart and hold it hostage. "I can help you remove your coat, too."

Lost, you gaze wondrously into his woodsy brown eyes. Taehyung lightly laughs, and his hands find purchase on your lapels. You gently shrug your jacket off, and Taehyung places the item neatly on the back of your seat.

He finally rounds the table and removes his own coat, revealing his sophisticated, dapper button-up. It appears brand name and expensive, and you inadvertently gush at how handsome he looks tonight. Hair styled so that a few pieces frame his forehead, his rings glinting upon his fingers, his open collar revealing his chiseled collarbones, golden chest, and the silver chain he adorns.

A chain that brings back a myriad of memories.

Sighing to yourself, a waiter approaches your table in the midst of your swooning. Taehyung requests a fancy wine for your table, and after perusing the menu together, your food is ordered.

Now, you sit silently across from each other while fidgeting, the air cumbrous. There's a dense feeling of apprehension between you two, though it’s well-warranted. A date is something utterly outlandish for the pair of you.

Your history together is rather… complicated.

"So…” Taehyung starts, anxiously rubbing his palms together—it’s always been a nervous habit of his. “How's Daisy?"

"She's good,” you respond, distracted with a table napkin. “I left her with Mona tonight."

"Ah," Taehyung sucks in air through his teeth, before gently laughing. "She's an... interesting babysitter."

You snicker, seeing his point. Your best friend does have a quite unorthodox style of baby-sitting, but your little flower girl adores her aunt Mona far too much for you to deny her.

"Could your mom not look after Daisy tonight?” Taehyung inquires, leaning his elbows on the table. “Is everything alright?"

His concerned eyes and tone melt your heart, locking your gaze with his sweet one. You feel an array of sensations wash over you—first and foremost, attraction. How does Taehyung manage to appear so devastatingly handsome even after years? You'll never quantify an answer. Second, his undeniable affect on you never truly diminished, huh?

His attentiveness right now doesn’t help much, either.

"Yeah, everything's alright. She’s just caught up with my dad, you know?"

"Shit, I can’t believe I forgot." Taehyung curses. "I should’ve gotten my mom to take care of Daisy instead. Has your dad been okay these days?"

Your heart internally gushes, clearing your throat as you adjust to the idea of being like this with Taehyung—domestic. Warm, intimate, sweet; this isn’t the man you’ve known all these years. This version of him is vastly different. "Mhm. His work injury just started acting up again but nothing my mom can't take care of. She’s a nurse, after all.”

Taehyung exhales with relief, leaning back in his seat. "I’m glad, I hope he feels better soon."

You smile kindly, and Taehyung responds with his own.

The renewed silence bothers you, and so you prepare yourself to pose more worthwhile conversation. “How’s… um, the addiction counselling been for you?” You tentatively query. “I hope it’s been okay.”

Taehyung gently smiles, nodding. “Mm. Some days are easier than others, but I’m better. Counsellor tells me I have the mindset to quit, just a matter of getting there.” He mindlessly taps the table, focusing desolately on his folded napkin. He appears hesitant, uncomfortable almost, and you feel guilty about asking.

You reach over to fix his fork that wasn't quite straight, and you manage to capture his attention. Smiling benignly as a form of comfort, he smiles, too. You attempt to neglect the way he shoots an arrow through your heart, his full, luscious lips the pinnacle of your doom.

To explain this situation would take an ample amount of time, though you suppose it's alright considering the silence that taints the air now.

Taehyung wasn't your boyfriend, or your husband or technically even your ex. He was only your ex-fuck buddy from art school, but was primarily, your irritating rival you’ve known since high school. Ever since the fateful day your class was cursed with assigned seating, and you ended up seated next to a lean, obnoxiously handsome, arrogant fluffy-haired boy with phenomenal talent; it was the beginning of your downfall.

Kim Taehyung—you came to know him as—always had a bone to pick with you, and never missed the frustrating opportunity to challenge your art skills with his prodigal ones. Your grades were often top of the class, but so were his, resulting in the divisive pair of you squaring off on numerous occasions to decide who deserved the number one spot. Not a single art class ended without the two of you getting on each other’s nerves or bickering over who the most talented artist was.

It's hard to imagine you two wittily arguing over who's a better sketcher now, though, especially considering how much you’ve both mellowed out ever since Daisy.

Daisy; now she's a topic to discuss.

It was already a nuisance that Taehyung ended up attending the same art school as you after high school, though it was guaranteed when he vowed that he would never let you live a day in peace.

Hitting up a college party in your third year, you despised running into the frustrating idiot after he already trashed your project in sculpting class earlier that day. A menace on and off campus, still your (stupidly) handsome arch nemesis, and a constant contributor to your daily headaches—that was Kim Taehyung: art school edition.

You remember rolling your eyes when you waltzed into the main area bustling with dancing, sweaty bodies, only to find his obnoxiously sexy ass already eyeing you from across the dance floor.

It was seriously a crime how much more gorgeous he grew up.

Your snippy attitude that night didn't shoo him away—it never did. In fact, it rather invited him to you, and sometimes you considered whether Taehyung was a masochist or not.

“Oh look, if it isn’t the person who doesn’t know how to proportionally structure the weight distribution of a Contrapposto sculpture.” Taehyung dramatizes.

“Oh look, if it isn’t the dumbass who forgot what the Mars of Todi is.” You counter.

“You’re the same person who forgot you’re supposed to distribute the weight on the engaged leg! Just admit that you’re a shitty carver and I’m better.”

“And you’re the same person that fucked around too much and made me ruin the weight in the first place! Just admit you feel threatened by me, asshat.”

With alcohol corrupting his judgement and your klutzy self already tipsy, your usual scuffles at the party were endless. The previous incident in class had tensions between you two on a highline, but as the night progressed, it became rivetingly thick.

And tension between you two? Absolutely nothing new, especially after the few times you’d both already gotten handsy and intimate, until eventually succumbing to the massively hot energy you’d both spent ages denying.

There really is a thin line between love and hate, you discovered, because you realized behind every argument, every showdown and infuriating debate with Taehyung, your body always buzzed with this sort of insatiable, compelling adrenaline; the kind that only a drug could sate.

And when you realized that drug was Kim Taehyung, well, saying that you ended up getting fucked by him in an art studio closet a few weeks prior to this was saying the least, because you explored each other’s bodies laciviously that day.

Not your fault Kim Taehyung’s sharp mouth could be used for things other than telling you off; and he had a wicked tongue.

It’s also not your fault that the art studio was usually deserted, and you and Taehyung were the epitome of perfectionists who often stayed behind to complete your projects. You two could be usually found after hours sculpting or sketching away, and the studio became your go-to place for your many more… sensual projects.

Again, not your fault once school began piling up and with graduation dawning on you both, sex was a godly stress-reliever.

But Taehyung’s eyes that particular night were captivating—intense. He bore into your very soul with carnal need, and once he backed you up against a kitchen counter, your ass nudging the edge as his arms caged you in, absolutely nothing prepared you for where that night would lead.

Inches deep inside you, piston-fucking you into a stranger's bed from behind. After already fingering you, eating you out like a madman, and your essence dripping out of your throbbing pussy, Taehyung shoved himself inside you so hard and fast, you saw stars dancing circles around you—he made you come for the third time that night.

Not only that, but your inebriated, stupid fucking brains convinced each other that a condom was useless this one time. Funny how two supposed geniuses went forward with having unprotected sex, huh? You blame alcohol and conveniently, Taehyung’s wicked tongue again.

Taehyung would tell the story with you being that one that begged him to be fucked raw, but your account would suggest otherwise; a horny Taehyung speedily asking if you really needed a condom when he was dying to take your raw pussy from behind, and your intoxicated ass insatiably pumping his dick before lodging it inside your weeping cunt.

It was a team effort.

Five years later, here you two are, attending an out-of-place dinner while a daughter of your making most likely watches Frozen for the umpteenth time back home, bugging Mona with questions regarding who her mommy is on a date with, and Mona needing to conceal the truth—it’s with her daddy.

Taehyung couldn’t bear living with you and Daisy after your stressful first years parenting her, and opted for purchasing an apartment that wasn’t too far away, but still local. You always wondered why he needed to leave so desperately.

"So, I heard Daisy's adjusted to her senior kindergarten class." Taehyung lifts you from your trance, his voice so familiarly deep and rich. You despised that he could always reel you in with it, even if he spent the majority of his time berating your carving skills. "I'm glad. I was scared she'd ask me to start homeschooling her."

Recalling that Taehyung's the warmest elementary school art teacher in the world, you wouldn't necessarily mind that. You always found it quite the curveball how his narcissistic self ended up teaching art to young children, but then again, you two are quite… distant now. "How'd you know she adjusted?"

"She face-timed me when she was with your mom last week." Taehyung laughs, recalling the memory. "She had her face shoved into the camera the whole time. She's too fucking cute."

You giggle along with him, envisioning little Daisy’s chubby cheeks as she rambles, her father whole-heartedly smiling at her. Taehyung observes your reaction, and he starts rubbing his hands again; you wish you could quell his nerves.

"She... reminds me of you." Taehyung tentatively voices, but you hear it anyway. Your eyes gently glisten under the chandelier lights, a small smile tugging your lips.

When you first saw that positive pregnancy test at the age of 21, there was no doubt in your mind who the father was. After a mental breakdown, a panic attack, and marathoning for 15 minutes in the freezing rain, you raided the men's track & field practice that day and demanded that you speak to an asshole named Kim Taehyung.

The coach was admonishing you until you began openly sobbing, and even Taehyung’s expression was etched with immediate concern. When he situated you both underneath the school bleachers and draped your soaked figure with his training jacket out of courtesy, you told him the life-changing news.

"I'm... I'm pregnant, Tae. And you're the dad."

Perplexed, Taehyung stands frozen for nearly an entire minute. Once you begin to cry harder and you press him for something, Taehyung's expression changes multiple times.

"I'm... I'm the dad?" He asks, features woven with disbelief. "Are... are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm fucking sure! You're the only guy I'm fucking right now, you dick!"

The volume of your voice stuns Taehyung, who lifts his palms in surrender. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm shocked... I'm fucking shocked, Y/N."

"We're stupid, we're so stupid. We should've used a condom, we're so fucking stupid." You lament, while Taehyung stares at nothing with desolation. “Why the fuck did you have to come in me that night? This is all your fault.”

Taehyung indignantly scoffs. “What the fuck? My fault? You’re the one who begged me to cum inside you.”

“Fuck off, you should’ve been more responsible and pulled out. You always say you’re smarter than me and yet you did something as stupid as come inside me without a condom!”

“Hello? I was responsible, and with that logic it means you should’ve been more responsible too!” Taehyung argues. “I literally bought a Plan B at 4 in the fucking morning for you. Did you even take it?”

“Of course I did, genius. You know they don’t always work.”

“I know, woman.” Taehyung shoots back. “We’re both just idiots for having unprotected sex in the first place.”

The pair of you stand awkwardly with each other, tears streaming down your face as Taehyung peers off into the distance. He evidently teems with numerous thoughts, just as you do.

"I... I have no words. I really don't." He breaks the silence. "I don’t get it… I got you pregnant... I got you fucking pregnant? We have a kid together?"

"Yes, fucking Einstein!” You shriek. “Do you need me to spell it out for you?!"

"No, it's just kinda shocking when you tell me at my fucking track & field practice! Half an hour ago I was running laps and now I suddenly have a fucking kid with you?!"

"Then when was I supposed to tell you? When you were sitting down and sipping some chamomile fucking tea to calm your nerves? I just had the worst panic attack of my entire life by myself. I cried for two hours on my fucking bathroom floor trying to call you, but I couldn't even breathe. I didn't know what to do and now that I'm telling you, you have a fucking problem with it?!"

"Okay, okay, shh, shh." Taehyung grows concerned about your shaking state, and engulfs you in his arms. You nuzzle into his chest and sob unapologetically, quivering in his embrace. His baritone voice filters in over the pouring rain, soothing you. "I'm sorry, Y/N. That’s not what I meant. I'm sorry you went through that alone."

You both remain like that for a while, only the sound of droplets sliding down the bleacher tarps and draining against the pavement. His large hands cradling your body feel foreign then, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. Your nerves calm down when he squeezes you a little harder, and you inhale his heady cologne.

His voice pierces the silence. “Are you… are you thinking of keeping the baby?”

Appalled, you glower at him with boiling wrath. “Taehyung, if you tell me to get rid of this baby for even a second, I will tear your balls off and sell them on the fucking black market.”

Taehyung’s eyes fearfully widen—he instantly denies you. “No, Y/N. What the fuck? I would never ask that of you, and you know that.”

Acquiescing, your mind still rages with provocative thoughts. Once you register the gravity of this situation, soon, agonizing tears escape your eyes, and it was only Taehyung’s thumb swiping them from your cheek that pulls you out of your strife.

“What are we going to do, Tae?” You ask, voice thick with emotion. “What are we going to do?”

Shaking his head, Taehyung peers at the ground, his expression bleak. He tugs on his bottom lip as he holds back his own tears. “I don’t know, Y/N.” He says, vulnerable eyes finally meeting yours, and for the first time in all the years that you’ve known Taehyung, you see him break. “I don’t know.”

It's the waiter setting your food down that fishes you out of your thoughts, startled. You notice you’d impolitely drifted off, clearing your throat to thank the kind server.

Once chewing sounds fill the unusual air between you and Taehyung, you realize he’s grown quiet, too. Perhaps you're not the only one who's strolling down memory lane.

"So... Daisy’s been drawing." You throw it out there, Taehyung’s once distracted eyes focusing on you again.

“Oh, hey, that’s great to hear. Does she rival Picasso like we always said she would?” Taehyung playfully pays homage to an ancient conversation between you two. You recalled it happening when you waited together at the Planned Parenthood health clinic with him, discussing how a child of your making could possibly rival Picasso with your combined talents.

It helped ease the grave situation at the time.

"She really does," you smile to yourself. "She's... so incredibly talented, Tae. She draws things that are so abstract and yet sound, and she's so creative." You gush about her, a proud grin gracing Taehyung's handsome face.

"She really is just like you, then."

You become bashful, tutting him. "No way, she gets her talent from you."

Taehyung harmlessly scoffs. "Please, we all know the talented one was always you, Y/N." He assures. "I hated admitting it, but I always knew it was true."

"Wow, your younger self would hate you right now."

"Yeah, well, my younger self was stupid."

You gently twirl your fork in your mouth once Taehyung takes a bite of his steak. He leans back as he chews, eyeing you carefully.

Taehyung watches you play with the utensil, flitting between your mouth and your eyes. The heat of his gaze is intoxicating, riveting. "Do you remember sophomore year? Namjoon's pool party?"

The second he brings it up, you snort. "No fucking way you're bringing that up."

"I have to, strawberry shortcake. It's the funniest story on Earth."

You roll your eyes as your fork falters from your mouth. You couldn’t believe he still stuck with calling you ‘strawberry shortcake’ after you became a cake maker. Unoriginal. "What was funny? The way you gave me a sore throat after fucking my face in his bathroom or Namjoon finding us screwing over his myth & lit paper?"

Taehyung immediately breaks out into infectious laughter, and he hides his precious smile behind his fist. "Shit, the look on his face when he found me balls deep inside you over his Cupid & Psyche analysis. I'll never forget it."

"Get out. I’ll always remember you saying that us fucking over it was a good secondary source for ‘passionate love’.” Taehyung immediately snickers, and you need to slap a palm over your mouth too, your own laughter undeniable. “And really? No regard for my throat after you destroyed it?"

"Hey, didn't I bring you food and medicine for over a week and watch Jeopardy with you every night?" Taehyung reminds you, and you reluctantly roll your eyes, folding your arms.

"I remember something along those lines, but mainly us bickering over answers."

Taehyung gently laughs, reaching over the table to sip some of his water. You abhor the way it causes his Adam's apple to bob, only emphasizing the Godly carving of Taehyung’s neck. You were always so weak for his neck.

"You're right. I also recall our Mario Kart session ending up with me eating you out until my jaw hurt. It was your revenge, remember?" He adds.

You wheeze, flashing back to that steamy night. "And Mona ended up catching us in the act, too."

"Shit, we really had a bad rep for getting caught, huh?"

"It's no wonder everyone voted us best couple when we hated each other's guts."

You and Taehyung chortle together before settling down, slowly working through your dinner.

"Us as a couple... huh?" Taehyung muses, his eyes focusing on the table cloth before despondently taking another bite of his steak. You similarly toy with your steamed broccoli.

"A couple... yeah."

Taehyung snorts. "A couple of fuck buddies, maybe."

He makes you snicker despite your downcast mood. "We always did end up like that, didn't we?"

"Yeah," he agrees, flitting up to find your expression mirroring his; hesitant and nostalgic. "It always started with you calling me a dick every time I hated on your sketching."

You stifle a laugh. "You're right. Then you'd say something about actually having a huge dick and when I asked you to prove it, you'd kiss me before I could say anything else."

"Your lips were always just really fucking kissable, especially with the amount that you ran your mouth." Taehyung waves around his cutting knife and you send him a glare, but he remains unthreatened, and rather laughs. Your eyes lock with his intensely as you bite back a grin, his own flitting towards your mouth, gently flickering with desire, before he focuses on his food.

"They still are..." he murmurs.

You catch that despite his low volume, heart smiling within your chest. "That all… stopped being fun and games though, huh?"

Taehyung nods. "Yeah, after we had Daisy."

"After we had Daisy..." you repeat, tired of your meal. Your mind flashes through the last five years of your life with Daisy. To say it was tribulating is an understatement; ever since you had her, your life has completely transformed.

You were never able to finish school, and all the future plans you had dissipated into thin air. Your scholarship for a sculpting program in France was snatched from your grasp, and Taehyung's full-ride to the Glasgow School of Art went kaput, too.

Most of your memory consists of fights with Taehyung; distressing nights where you both angrily discussed the outcomes of your futures, finances, how to manage the custody and care of Daisy despite having your individual dreams as prodigy artists— how to live as normal 21-year olds with her in the picture.

What was even more ambiguous was your confusing relationship with one another.

You knew you loved him. You discovered that somewhere along the twelve years you’ve known him; it wasn't a hard-to-swallow pill. It was rather the kind that you knew you needed to take, but could never will yourself to do so. You were aware your heart would always belong to him, but loving Taehyung was dangerous.

Loving Taehyung meant facing all the hardships, challenges, and the reality of your changed lives; it meant sacrificing the comfort of your lifestyle only to float just above subsistence. As much as you two were fully capable adults, sometimes you believe it was the youth in the impossible pair of you that perpetuated the fights, the yelling, the unnecessary drama.

The days Taehyung couldn't handle juggling his two part-time jobs, deadlines for his art applications and portfolios, the nights he came to you in agony, with sheer stress weighing his shoulders down. The times he hated himself for not being absent for most of Daisy's firsts, too busy trying to be the father he wanted for your little family.

His descent into smoking and the impossible addiction he suffered—he was just so young.

Arguments concerning your futures were always explosive. The horrific fight you found yourselves in when you proposed moving to France for your sculpting opportunity, and Taehyung couldn’t stand the idea of uprooting everything you had both built with Daisy here.

When Taehyung declared that he was fed up with everything and intended to move to Scotland for his apprenticeship, he had no remorse when you begged him to stay.

You went two months without speaking to each other before he showed up at your front door again—he couldn’t abandon Daisy.

Sure, with being close to one another and sharing the same pressurizing situation, sex became something that at least bound you two together; it was what landed you here in the first place. The sex was casual, convenient, nonchalant rather than intimate or romantic. Your love lives nose-dived after having Daisy anyway—sharing that you had a 2-year-old child at the ripe age of 23 was never a great way to get laid.

So finding yourselves in each other’s sheets became entirely normal; the sex was comfortable, familiar. You understood each other better than anyone, and it was nothing more, nothing less. But even if Taehyung ended up with his fingers shoved inside you beyond an amount you can tally, and you’d memorized every vein on his dick after sucking it numerous times, you two were still impossible.

The amount of instances of your schedules conflicting and someone couldn't look after Daisy. Informing your families about your accidental pregnancy, earning the judgemental looks from everyone on campus, sharing the parental responsibilities, the expenses. There wasn’t a single moment where stress wasn't at the forefront of your minds, breeding God-awful tension, hatred and resentment between you two.

It was the worst whenever it came to Daisy.

What was best for her was your number one priority, that was something you both gladly shared, but the one thing you two could never see eye-to-eye on was parenting her.

"Don’t tell me how to parent my kid." Taehyung spits.

"She’s not your kid, she’s mine.” You stress. “I'm the one who takes care of her while you’re out doing as you goddamn please."

"She's my daughter as much as she is yours. And do as I please? I'm trying to keep this family afloat by working two jobs!”

“Oh please, save me the sob story, Tae. You’re the same fucking man who’d use his money to buy a pack of cigs instead of Daisy’s baby formula!”

Fuming, Taehyung accusingly points his finger. “Don’t you dare throw that shit in my face. You know I’m-I’m trying to stop.” Taehyung swallows harshly. “You have no clue how hard I’m trying... the amount of things I’ve sacrificed for you and her.”

“And you think I haven’t, huh? You think I haven’t given up everything just for you and her? Just to give her the life she deserves?!” You screech.

“And you think I don’t do the same?!” Taehyung’s voice booms in the room. “I'm trying to provide for you and her because I know it's my responsibility as the father. I’m trying my best!"

"Then just fucking drop the responsibility, Tae! I told you from the beginning I didn't fucking need your help. You never needed to put yourself through this stress. You didn’t need to stay, you would’ve never developed your addiction, you would’ve been happier... you would’ve been so happy...” Sobs muffle your voice then, chest congested with utter misery. “Please don't try... don’t try to make me feel sorry for you!"

"Drop-drop the responsibility?” Taehyung’s disbelief burns in his eyes. “Are you fucking serious, Y/N? She's goddamn half of me!”

“And? Do you think I asked for any of this? That I asked to get stuck in this impossible fucking situation with you of all people?”

“Do you think I asked for this, too? Are you forgetting that we both decided to have sex that night? That we both share her as a responsibility now?"

"And I don't care! I don't care anymore because if all we're ever going to do is disagree then there's no need for us to work together. I can't do this."

"Yes we do, Y/N. We work together because that is what our daughter deserves, because we fucking owe it to her."

Taehyung drops Daisy's toys on the couch that storming night, and grips your arms seriously. "Listen, Y/N. We both made the decision to bring Daisy into this world, and it'll always be our responsibility to take care of her together, no matter what happens between us."

You sniffle as you avoid his eyes, tears cascading down your cheeks. "I don't care if we hate each other, if we can never see eye-to-eye, if there even comes a point when you can’t stand seeing my face. We do this for her, got it?"

Inhaling deeply, you don’t answer, and Taehyung's voice becomes authoritative, his tone sharper. "Y/N, look at me right now."

You do, tears shaking in your eyes as you wipe them away. "No matter what, we do this for Daisy, right?"

Swallowing your turbulent emotions, you nod for him. "Yeah… we do this for Daisy."

Even if your time raising Daisy together was inopportune, there were genuinely beautiful moments, too. The time Daisy fell ill and you drifted off on Taehyung's shoulder while the both of you stayed overnight at the hospital for her.

When Daisy crawled for the first time, when she bumped her head for the first time, even when she kicked inside your stomach for the first time. They were all moments with Taehyung that felt infinite, because despite it all, you loved him, and sharing a child with him left your heart devastated in the most intricate of ways.

Despite not knowing his true feelings for you, you liked to believe Taehyung loved you, too. It was evident whenever the stress of being a mother crushed you some days, and Taehyung held you as you wept into his chest. When you gave birth and Taehyung unconditionally supported you throughout the entire painstaking experience. Even when he tended to you during your pregnancy and cried for you when birthing complications plagued your delivery, and he nearly lost you.

You found an entire year later that Taehyung was asked who should be saved in the case of an emergency.

He chose you.

"You remember the first time Daisy ever said her first words?" Taehyung's deep, baritone voice lifts you from your clogged mind again, flickering to him dabbing a napkin to his lips.

"Yeah... yeah I do."

"Proof that she loves her dad more." When Taehyung makes the joke, you deadpan immediately and bunch up your napkin, throwing it at him.

“Fuck you, she could’ve easily said mama, too.”

Taehyung cleverly catches it, chuckling to himself. "Alright, alright. I'll settle on 60/40 then. She loves me 60% and you 40."

You pick up your fork and threaten him with it, to which Taehyung instantly surrenders. You both settle down after laughing, Taehyung spotting the unopened wine and reaching over for the bottle.

"I'm glad she's all you, though." He muses, unscrewing the wine. He pours some into your glass before tending to his own, softly smiling. "She's beautiful like her mother."

His words feel so… different tonight. Sure, you’ve both become less of raging rivals and rather amicable allies that work together for your daughter, but Taehyung’s never been this… romantic, sweet.

You wonder what’s gotten into him.

Tears manifest in your eyes once the nostalgia catches up to you, and you quickly try to blink them away. "You're making me remember why we named her Daisy."

Taehyung sees your teeming emotions as he sets the wine bottle down, his smile sympathetic. "I remember it like it was yesterday."

"You didn't have to... you know."

"Of course I did..." Taehyung trails, his eyes softly gazing at you, his voice calm and soothing. "How could I not name my daughter the same thing I called my favourite girl?"

Flowers blossom inside your chest, sniffling. Daisy; it was the once obnoxious nickname Taehyung gave you in the ninth grade after he found you lying among them during lunch as you sketched away, only to end up having a horrible allergic reaction to the pollen.

You laugh now recalling those days.

"It's a beautiful name." You muse.

"Beautiful names for my beautiful girls." Taehyung charmingly smiles, and you grow bashful at the sight. You’re forced to hide your face behind your hands; Taehyung is deadly when he’s charismatic, it's what drew you to him in the first place despite his venomous wit and narcissistic tendencies.

"She does miss her dad, though. Do you think you could spend this Wednesday with her?"

"Of course, Y/N. Anything for her." Taehyung immediately agrees, lifting his wine glass and bringing it forward. "Wanna toast?"

You quirk an impressed brow, lifting your glass and bringing it towards him. "What should we toast to?"

"Hmm," Taehyung thinks, rubbing his chin. "You know, I was gonna say to Daisy, since that makes the most sense. But tonight, I think... we toast to something different."

Taehyung's eyes suddenly bore into yours, meaningfully and poignantly, and you become lost in the warm, coffee swirls of his irises. "We should toast to us."

Admittedly timid, you smile. "We should." You reply, beginning the toast. "To us... trying new things."

Taehyung grins, adding his own words. "To us giving each other a real chance."

Clinking each other's glasses, you never stray away from each other's gaze as you down your wine. Even after your glass meets the table’s surface, your chin fits into your hand as you line the rim of your glass, tilting your head as you peer at him.

Taehyung leans back in his seat, his eyes heavy with intensity. He drinks once again, your eyes focused on the way his jaw flexes, and has been the whole night.

“Why did you invite me out, Tae?”

Taehyung swallows his sip and sets his glass down, licking his lips. “Hm?”

“Why did you invite me out tonight?” You query, taking a swig of your cherry Merlot, your gaze still hot on him. “For a date, at that.”

“Like we said,” Taehyung inhales deeply before exhaling, his eyes glowing with an intangible emotion as they linger on you. “Trying new things, I guess.”

You bite your lower lip, sweeping over the sexy smolder of his expression; he never fucking lost it. He may be much more subdued now, but Kim Taehyung’s charisma is surely undeniable. He has a slightly rugged look to him; light stubble and strong eyebrows, broad frame and muscle. Despite the softness of him being an elementary school teacher, Taehyung is aging like fine wine, and that fires up your lady bits to multitudinous levels.

And once you remember that he’s a dad, the father of your child at that, it’s hard to shake the sex appeal of him being a 26-year-old dilf.

You presume Taehyung mirrors your insatiable feelings. His eyes never fail to glance at your cleavage; your boobs did get bigger after you had Daisy.

"What do you say we get out of here?" Taehyung ticks his head towards the staircase, taking the last sip of his wine.

You promiscuously dress your tone, crossing your legs as you lean onto the table. "Where exactly to?"

His irises become coloured with a certain darkness, one that's thrilling. "I was thinking we take a walk on the beach."

Intrigued, you agree. "Anywhere you want to take me, Kim."

Wetting his lips, Taehyung carefully scans your facial features before roaming over your body, remaining an extra second on your collar bones before sending you a small smirk, and calling for the cheque.

“Fuck, my heels won’t do good in the sand.”

“I knew they’d end up bothering you.”

“And how did you know that?”

“Because I know you, Y/N. You hate heels, why’d you even wear them?”

“Because I know you, Tae. You like when women wear heels.”

“So you wore them for me?”

“Shut the fuck up. What do we do now?”

“Here, take them off and I’ll carry them.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

You become giddy. Standing above the boardwalk lining the beach, Taehyung holds out his palm for you to occupy with your heels, his smile warmer than the sun. Sheepishly, you hand the straps to him and he grasps them from you without complaint. You can’t help but consider him the epitome of courteousness.

So unlike him.

Peacefully promenading down the beach, you and Taehyung breathe in the fresh air as your feet traverse the tufts of sand. It feels tender against your soles, and the evening sun setting illuminates the sky with majestic hues of orange, fluttering your eyes shut when the salty ocean breeze caresses your skin.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done this.” You muse.

Taehyung peers at your side profile, slowly stepping alongside you. “Done what?”

“Just… been in each other’s presence.”

Taehyung hums in agreement, nodding. “True, things really changed after I moved out, huh?”

“Yeah… we became really distant.”

Sighing solemnly, you recall when the feeling of loneliness didn’t consume you when you and Taehyung lived together. Even though sharing an apartment with your irritating rival caused you ear-splitting headaches, small moments of happiness seeped into your everyday lives being parents to Daisy.

That feeling of being a team—it was undefeated. Sometimes you were convinced perhaps Taehyung was your soulmate, though you digressed on his behalf. Being with Taehyung would only mean a tragedy, and your messy love life wasn’t something Daisy deserved.

It’s not her fault her parents were idiots.

“Then again, whenever we were together we always ended up either fighting or fucking.”

You snort when Taehyung tugs you out of your disquieting thoughts. “Gosh, one of the two F’s, huh? I’ll never forgive Yoongi for that dumb joke; ‘you’ll always find them doing either one of the F’s, fighting or fucking’.” Taehyung guffaws once the words leave your mouth, and his laugh is akin to an angel strumming a harp in heaven.

“Fuck Yoongi for that. He found us having sex in his room one time and it was over for us.” Giggling at his mimicking tone, you feel a sudden surge of electricity when your hand brushes Taehyung’s. You widen your eyes, swallowing away your shock, because it’s just a simple touch.

Surprisingly, you feel the same electric current when Taehyung’s hand brushes yours again. His touch leaves tingles travelling up your arm, observing in your peripheral that he’s… hesitating. He opens and closes his fist, reaching out but aborting his mission at the last second.

Finding him endearing, you peer towards the shimmering tides on your left. Suddenly, his warm, slender hand snakes into yours, shocking you altogether. You let a small smile curve your lips then, gently gripping his hand back. You catch the hints of a grin upon his wide lips after you do, too.

A silence passes between you two then, though it’s far from dense or prickly, rather soothing, filled with the sounds of the ocean tides crashing upon the shore.

“I wonder what makes things so different now.” You pierce the quietude.

“Hm?”

“I mean, we’re still oil and water but… ever since Daisy, ever since you moved out… we’re different. Sometimes I feel like I barely know you as a person…”

You recall the last three years or so you and Taehyung decided to split ways. With him physically out of the picture, things became painfully transparent—you and Taehyung will never be. It feels like yesterday you remember handing him the last of his things, and embracing him tighter than you expected when he left—your chest felt empty once he drove out of your parking lot and turned the corner for good.

Sometimes you’re convinced Taehyung took a piece of your heart with him when he left.

“You’re right. I feel like I barely know anything about you anymore, either.” Taehyung adds, squeezing your hand when you shiver. “Other than your number for texting or calling about Daisy, really.”

You nod at his statement; he’s correct. You and Taehyung only communicate through calls and text for your arrangements with Daisy. You both still have joint-custody of her and coordinate your days; the weekends for her dad and the weekdays with you, though occasionally Taehyung likes to pick her up on odd weekdays after school for their father-daughter time.

You were always enlightened that Taehyung never despised or neglected Daisy. He adored her tremendously despite her accidental birth. He always made time for her, and always exercised his effort in the form of unconditional fatherly love. It felt like a blessing.

“Pft, all I know about you is the amount of moms that ogle you at Daisy’s school.” You snark. “How’s Ms. Owen doing, by the way? Did she ever catch that squirrel in her garden or is she too busy drooling over you?”

Taehyung bellows out a laugh, and it’s like hearing a symphony. “Please, how do you even know that?”

“Daisy told me.” You humph, folding your arms. “This Thursday she also told me about all the other mommies always staring at her young daddy and calling him very handsome.”

Taehyung stifles a laugh behind his fist, snickering. “Damn, I never really noticed. I’m always too busy talking to Daisy.”

You roll your eyes. “What about that Ms. Lucas that always asks you out for a play date with her and her son all the time?”

“Stacy?” Taehyung cocks a brow. “Oh gosh, how’d you find out about her?”

“Daisy.”

Taehyung shakes his head. “It seems Daisy’s got some loose lips.”

You both chuckle together before Taehyung settles. “It’s honestly nothing. She gets flirty but I always shut her down. I don’t wanna get into a relationship with someone I barely know when my focus is Daisy, you know?”

You scoff. “You can say that again.”

Taehyung side eyes you then. “Now that I recall, Daisy did tell me about a certain Wooshik at your bakery?”

You instantly freeze, caught off-guard. “Wh-what?”

“Oh my God, you’re totally flustered. You have a huge crush on him, don’t you?”

Glaring at him, you see a hint of some… disappointment in his eyes, but he smiles anyway.

You immediately whack his bicep. “Shut the fuck up, asshat. I don’t have a crush on him. He texts me way too much; he’s too persistent. I don’t think he gets the fact that handling the bakery and Daisy is enough for me right now.”

The bakery is a bit of a handful for you. You aren’t necessarily well-versed with baking, but with your well-acclaimed sculpting skills, you figured applying for a cake-making position at your local bakery was close enough. Sculpting and decorating cakes quickly became your new muse, and after years of hard work, you have finally earned a senior position.

“I completely understand that. Making art lessons for third grade kids is seriously harder than it looks.”

You laugh with Taehyung as your feet drag in the soft sand, both of you having unknowingly shifted closer to each other.

“How’s the bakery, by the way?”

“It’s doing well, actually. Recently we had this super popular social media influencer post about us, so business has been booming.” You excitedly tell Taehyung while he whole-heartedly listens, and flashes glimpses at your side-profile.

“That sounds lovely, Y/N.” Taehyung grins. “Bet it has to do with that Wooshik always praising your work. What does he call you again as encouragement? ‘The most talented baker in the world’ or ‘the most beautiful baker in the world’?”

Gasping, you lift your hand to smack his chest. “Taehyung, how do you know that?!”

“Like I said, Daisy has loose lips.”

You playfully grunt with a roll of your eyes, while Taehyung chuckles.

“But seriously… is he… are you guys?” He trails, as though waiting for you to fill in the gaps.

You narrow your eyes jokingly. “Why? What’s it to you?”

Taehyung’s cheeks redden in colour. “Nothing, I’m just asking.”

“Hmm, are you sure? Your cheeks are red, Taehyung.”

“No they aren’t.” He instantly denies, his bread cheeks adorably poofing. It always softened your heart how cute he could be despite his sharp tongue, and that he blushed an incredible amount.

“Yes they are, look how cute you are.” You coo at him, cupping his cheeks in your palms.

“Hey, stwop it.” His speech becomes muffled because you’re squishing his cheeks, his lips forming an endearing pout.

“Awh, can you say that again?”

“Y/N!”

“Tae~hyung!” You sing-song.

“You’re the one that hash chubby chweeks.”

You gasp. “No I don’t!”

“Yes, you do! Where do you think Daisy gets it from?”

“No I don’t, I totally lost my baby fat.” You cross your arms with annoyance.

“No you didn’t, but it’s cute.” He smiles, fond eyes on you.

Grunting with frustration, you immediately start approaching him. “That’s it, give me your wallet. I’m chucking it in the ocean.” You reach for his pocket, Taehyung theatrically exclaiming as he fights you off.

“Not my wallet, you thief. Unhand me!”

You and Taehyung begin struggling against each other then; you whacking him incessantly and grabby hands aiming for his pocket, all while he holds you back. It’s hard to not laugh when his strength clearly trumps yours, but he’s letting you have some fun.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Taehyung suddenly declares, and he grabs hold of your hip and wrist before hoisting you up.

You yelp once you’re dangling off his broad shoulder, your world now entirely upside down. “Taehyung! What the fuck?!”

He maniacally laughs. “Haha, this is what you get when you point out that I blush.”

You exclaim distraughtly, smacking his back. “Ugh, Tae, it’s not my fault you’re a guy that actually blushes. It’s cute!”

“And your cheeks make your face cute.” He cleverly argues.

You’re seconds from rolling your eyes and hollering at him like a lunatic, but he doesn’t give you time. Instead, Taehyung adjusts his hold on you and begins walking… towards the shore.

“Oh-Oh Taehyung, you are not–”

“What? Sorry, I can’t hear you over all these waves.” Taehyung exaggerates.

“Oh my fucking God,” you curse, despising his theatrics because you know what he’s going to do. “Get me away from the shore or I’m going to kill you!”

Taehyung heartily laughs. “Please, kill me then. I wouldn’t necessarily mind dying by your hand.” Right when you’re going to retort, Taehyung suddenly lands a palm on your ass for a smack. You squeak, becoming the epitome of a babbling fool.

“Wh-why… what was that for?!”

“Your ass looks good in this dress, I forgot to tell you. Kind of been wanting to spank you all day.” He openly admits, and even though your face is as flustered as ever, you become alarmed, spotting the wet sand he’s walking on now.

“Kim Taehyung, I swear if you–”

All of a sudden, Taehyung charges towards the shore and contrary to your belief, he doesn't throw you in, rather bolts directly into the water with you in tow. All you feel is a surge of cold waves attacking your skin. You squeal before going under, but Taehyung’s hands remain snug on you, keeping you close.

Once you resurface together, Taehyung is a laughing mess, practically guffawing as he wipes water from his gorgeous face. You, however, are not amused, mouth agape at his sheer audacity.

“Taehyung, are you crazy? Now we’re all wet!”

“I mean, I was always a pro at getting you wet, wasn’t I?”

Blinking, you can’t believe his smug face right now. The father of your child really just said to you, and he looks every bit proud having said it. Scoffing, you glide your hand across the water and splash him, Taehyung exclaiming once the droplets smack him in the face.

“Y/N!”

“Haha, that’s what you get for getting me wet, literally.”

Swiping the water from his face again, Taehyung then cards his fingers through his soaked locks, casting it all away from his face. The sight you behold then is undeniably sweltering, so much so that your underwear dampens, and not because you’re both currently submerged in water.

Taehyung’s exposed forehead haunts you, the hair pushed back from his ethereal face now revealing intimidating eyebrows, his sculpted face structure, and piercing eyes. He licks his lips as he becomes fixated on you, too, just when you glide a hand through your hair.

The sunset shimmers between your two bodies, the water reflecting its yellow and orange rays as it slowly tucks itself behind the horizon. The breeze is comforting, the water is lukewarm, and all you can focus on is the sky within Taehyung’s eyes, yearning to become lost in them and never find your way out.

You’re still in love with him, you know it.

You know it because your heart is racing, and it’s because he’s right before you. You know it because when his hands slowly curl around your waist, and he pulls you close, feel your wet chest against his, a current trickles throughout your body, igniting you. You know it because when you’re caught in this meaningful, silent gaze with him, all you feel is the urge to mumble those three words that have ruined you for years, and connect your mouth with his.

“You wanna know something funny?” Taehyung suddenly asks.

Your palms naturally cradle his biceps, mesmerized by him. “What?”

“People never believe me when I say I have a little girl, a five year old at that.” He speaks calmly as his hands cup your waist, and you slowly wind your arms around his neck

You breathe a laugh, admiring the glowing, honey hue of his eyes in the golden sunrays. “What do you tell them?”

“That I…” Taehyung trails, his eyes falling. “ I made a mistake once… when I was young.”

Slightly disheartened, you swallow dryly. Your eyes divert themselves solemnly, and Taehyung immediately perks up.

“But that it was the best thing that ever happened to me… Y/N. You and Daisy.” He speaks so calmly, so sweetly, he nearly calls your attention back, but you still feel wounded.

“Really?”

Suddenly, you feel Taehyung gently grip your chin, thumb and pointer finger fitting snug. He turns you to face him, and when you meet his eyes, they’re dripping with sincerity that could last generations. “I tell them it’s the most amazing mistake I ever made.”

Feeling lighter, you softly smile at him. Taehyung appreciates the view, his eyes focused on your lips. He can see the small droplets of water gracing your eyelashes, and he’s never seen anyone more beautiful.

“What do you say about the mom?”

Taehyung chuckles a little, kindly stroking your skin. “I say she’s a pain in the ass.”

Scandalized, you move back to splash water on him again, but Taehyung catches you all while laughing endearingly, and that sound is the most familiar, comforting thing you’ve ever heard. “Woah, okay! I’m kidding, I don’t say that. I tell them…”

Again, he’s searching your eyes just as much as he seems to be searching for the right words. He gently bites his lower lip, switching between your irises and your tempting lips.

“I tell them…” He moves forward, his mouth just inches from yours. His breath tickles your lips, and your heart has never felt so full. “She’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, and I’m thankful everyday she’s the mother of my daughter.”

In the heat of the moment, all you know, see, and feel is Taehyung. The water sloshes about as he decreases the space between you two, and you’re engulfed by his entrancing proximity, his ability to reel you in so easily, and you never mind being enticed.

Before you can breathe again, a small chuckle escapes you. You can’t believe this moment at all, and it’s almost funny to you how in love you are with him despite having hated him for years.

In all your thinking, Taehyung suddenly leans forward and pecks your lips, planting the smallest of kisses on you. You instantly become timid.

“Hey… you just kissed me.”

Impish, Taehyung bites back a grin. “Yeah, I did.”

Becoming the equivalent of a bashful, flustered girl, your lips form a pout as you weakly hit his chest. “You’re-you’re not supposed to do that.”

“Why not?” He’s radiant at your effort to try and hide your smile, his thumb gliding over your bottom lip.

You meet his eyes, a little restless in the water because you can feel your body desiring every inch of him, and it’s uncontainable. “Because we don’t know what we’re doing, Tae.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

You tilt your head, eyes round with curiosity. “What are you doing?”

Taehyung glides his hand toward your hair, tucking some loose strands behind your ear. His thumb strokes the apple of your cheek, and his hand on your waist squeezes you tighter, his eyes poignantly searching yours.

“I think… I’m falling in love with you again.”

Within a hot, intense second, Taehyung lowers himself to your height, and his lips plant atop yours, catching you for a sweet kiss. He moves his mouth with calculated, thoughtful finesse, kissing you tenderly. It only lasts a few seconds before Taehyung pulls away to capture the reaction on your face.

You’re stunned, but the good kind. In hindsight, you shouldn’t be doing this with Taehyung at all. You’re both far too confusing and complicated, and kissing wouldn’t make things any clearer. These feelings inside you should be subdued, should be stomped all over and squashed because after finally finding some stability with Daisy, she doesn’t need her parents stupidly navigating their on-off relationship.

But when Taehyung kisses you, you feel infinite. The water disappears, the fresh breeze, the wetness, even that sun that’s wishing everyone a goodnight. He is all you feel, and you’d spend this moment chasing that feeling of infinity with him all you desire.

Your hands lift to tread through his wet strands, and Taehyung responds by clutching your body closer. You’re pressed up against him, your damp clothes causing your figures to feel as though they’re naked.

The gleam in your eyes must’ve told Taehyung that you want this, because without a word, he slowly dips his head to seal his mouth with yours. You sigh into the kiss, Taehyung’s hands stroking your hips, deliberately feeling your wet body before sliding over your ass, and grabbing you with hot strength.

You gently gasp into his mouth when his large enough fingers even tease your core, and Taehyung disconnects to breathe, your noses touching.

“I have wanted to do that… all fucking night.” He breathes, the droplets upon his face glistening under the fading sunlight.

Breaking out into a smile, you chuckle. “Then don’t wait any longer. Didn’t you always like shutting me up with a kiss?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Aish, let me do it again.” Is all he says before pressing his lips to yours, and you inhale his kiss like a starved animal.

Taehyung has always been a godly kisser; it almost feels like a privilege to be able to mold your mouth with his. He’s sensual and slow, always uses enough tongue, and right now, kissing him after years feels like earning your first sip of water after lying in a desert.

His lips are always so smooth, even taste of honey because of the chapstick he uses. You realize he still uses the same brand, and a smile frames your lips in the midst of the kiss. Taehyung feels it and he smiles, too, groping your ass a little tighter as he presses your hips against his, and you shudder when you feel his clothed member.

The feeling drives you insane, and when Taehyung angles his head to pry open your mouth with his tongue, you let him slither inside. You taste him plentifully, tongue traversing the corners of his mouth, and he’s delicious. The Merlot is the cherry on top, and before you know it, the kiss was deep and intimate.

Taehyung groans into your mouth when he presses you flat against his crotch, maneuvering your hips to meld with his. You sigh when his tongue swirls around yours and the kiss becomes sloppy, tasting him for all he’s worth.

Suddenly, Taehyung disconnects from you, even leaving a trail of saliva between. His large hands mold to your thighs, settling underneath with a tight grip.

His lips graze your ear. “Jump.”

He whispers it so huskily that you succumb right away, leaping into his arms and straddling his torso. The water splashes as he catches you effortlessly, and you attack each other for more insatiable kisses. You giggle sometimes when the waves crash upon your making out, entangled bodies, even squealing when it rises too high and drenches you both.

Taehyung laughs with you, and playfully pretends to toss you into the water, but you immediately cling to him like a koala.

“Taehyung, don’t you dare!”

“Oh c’mon, just once?”

“Not if you want to die!”

He finds your scared eyes adorable, and he can’t manage how closely you’re cradling him, as though right now, he’s all you need. But especially, when you turn your head and your big eyes peer at him as though he’s your world—Taehyung’s left a pining, mushy mess.

Returning for more kisses, he peppers you with sweet pecks before he treads out of the water. You gasp when the waves almost drench you two again, but Taehyung escapes to the beach like a champ, looking towards you before his laughter spills, and so does yours.

Taehyung leans down and snatches up your heels that he left in the sand. He supports you with an arm as you cling to him, lips finding his neck for kisses. Taehyung groans when you suckle on his sweet spot.

“Fuck, Y/N. You know how I feel about neck kisses.”

“I know.”

So you continue to pleasure him with a giddy grin, Taehyung even craning his neck for more. You’re far too distracted with kissing him to realize Taehyung has begun walking down the beach.

“Taehyung, where are we going?”

“To the beach lodging. I need you asap.”

Kittenish, you excitedly lean in and press your mouth against his. Taehyung chuckles as he kisses you back, relishing in your sweet lips until he reaches the lodging area.

He climbs the stairs with you in tow and reaches the front wooden porch. Thankfully there isn't company, but it’s not like you’d care when you’re with Taehyung, anyway. He sets you down on your feet, and you disconnect from him to gain your breath, but Taehyung provides no time.

He instantly hurtles you back against the entrance’s wall, and you moan into his mouth when you hit the surface. With his hands either side of your head, he goes in for the kill, his lips consuming every corner of your mouth.

He canvasses down your jaw at some point, and when he reaches your throat, your moans are uncontainable.

“Fuck… fuck, Tae…”

“Mm,” he hums satisfyingly, his hand without your heels gliding up your body to tighten around one of your breasts. “I know.”

You shudder when he finds your weak point and suckles at it, gently biting, licking and sensually kissing you. His large, warm palm skillfully gropes your tit, locating your nipple and even tantalizingly grazing it as you moan—your panties are a fucking mess. His decadent lips travel down your neck and visit your cleavage, stuffing himself between your boobs for kisses.

Once you hear people chattering in the distance, you’re brought back to your senses, and you tap Taehyung’s shoulder. “Tae.. we should.. inside.”

Lifting himself, Taehyung pecks your lips as his hungry eyes meet yours, and his pupils are intensely dilated. “Let’s go.”

Bursting through the doors, Taehyung wastes no time in dragging you towards the front desk. You’re both restless after Taehyung taps the bell to alert a worker. You’re clinging to his arm as you buzz, your horniness far too insatiable now. Taehyung similarly fidgets, impatiently drumming his fingers across the desk.

You both meet each other’s promiscuous gazes and giggle.

A worker finally appears, and Taehyung’s quick to take action. He speedily snags you two a decent room for two and barely acknowledges the worker, hastily snatching the keys.

Taehyung leads you through the first floor, and once you both spot a vacationing family crowding the elevator, the father of your child grunts with annoyance and tugs you towards the stairs.

You gasp once you start ascending with him, your giddy chuckles spilling everywhere. “Tae!! I’m not even wearing shoes!”

“Then come here!” Taehyung halts all movement and twirls you into him. You crash into his chest and he steals your mouth, his hands snug on your ass again. He kisses you like that all the way up the stairs, both of you idiotically laughing.

When you and Taehyung pile into the room, he wastes no time in shoving you up against the door to shut it, his breaths hot and heavy as he makes out with you. He drops your heels somewhere and he chucks off his own sandy shoes and socks.

Again, he tugs at the back of your thighs and you leap into his arms, Taehyung leading you both towards the bed.

You expect your back to crash into sheets, but Taehyung instead settles your ass on the end of the bed. Delirious, all you can catch is a fireplace in the main area, perhaps a general understanding of your room, but that’s all useless when Taehyung’s eyeing you carnally, and slowly settling onto his knees before you. He spreads your legs apart and peers at your clothed sex, the action alone causing sticky essence to coat you.

“Tae,” you gasp, utterly weak for him from this angle. You brush his wet hair out of his face, but it only reveals his dangerously captivating gaze, his loud desire.

“It’s been way too long since I’ve done this to you.” He breathes, before his hands travel up your skirt and hook onto your panties, peeling them down your ass. He bunches up your dress with your help, and his arms hook underneath your thighs, locking you in place.

Once your glistening, wet pussy is in his sight, he groans deeply. “Fuck me, you’re still so puffy and pretty.” His hot breath caresses your sensitive folds, and you feel alive.

“Taehy-” But you don’t finish, because after he gently thumbs your clit, he kisses your core.

You shiver, hyper-sensitive to his every breath. Taehyung’s mouth then slowly envelopes your pussy, and begins softly suckling on your labia. When his tongue comes out to play and glides through your folds, you grip the tresses of his hair so hard that he moans.

“Fuck, Tae!” You let out a shaky sigh, spreading your legs wider to provide him better access. He’s ravenous, the tip of his tongue toying with your clit as though it were a joystick, the thick, wet muscle ravaging your fluttering pussy hole.

Ecstasy leaks into your bloodstream, high off the feeling of his mouth devouring your sex. All you can hear are the wet, sloppy noises of him eating you out and his deep, throaty groans—it’s glorious. His tongue sends currents throughout your body, even bucking your hips forward just to feel his nose against your clit, tugging his fluffy locks.

“Shit, Y/N, you still taste so fucking good.” He praises, repeatedly attacking your cunt with wondrous kitten licks. “Tell me, have you been with other men? Have they eaten you out this good?” Taehyung asks, his voice slightly raspy and deeper than the ocean.

“What-why do you care?”

“Because you’re riding my face like a deprived slut,” Taehyung dives in to slide his tongue through your sex again, and you internally shiver. “Do you still like my tongue that much, baby?”

The ‘baby’ instantly melts you. You can’t even speak, truth be told, you haven’t been eaten out properly in ages. Your previous partners were bland, average men who lacked the skill.

And again, Taehyung has too wicked of a tongue.

Your silence earns you a smack to your thigh, Taehyung soon groping them. “Or have the men you been with just been incompetent, dumb fuckers that never granted you the pleasure, baby?”

Nodding to that incessantly, Taehyung’s eyes widen in shock, and he momentarily stops shoving his face into your heat. “You’re kidding… they didn’t eat you out?”

Finally meeting his eyes with your hooded ones, your face becomes flustered. You embarrassingly shake your head, hating that your desperation is sticking out like a sore thumb, but you have no control over it.

Taehyung actually scoffs. “No fucking way…” He shakes his head, laughing dryly to himself.

Slightly confused by his words, you’re not given the chance to question him when Taehyung suddenly tugs you towards him. You fall into his lap with a squeak, and he shuffles back onto the soft sherpa rug upon the floor.

He unexpectedly leans back until he’s comfortably laying on the rug. Perplexed, you query him. “Taehyung, what are we doing?”

“You’re riding my face.” He declares, already positioning you above his chest, but you deny his movement with shock.

“But-But I-”

Taehyung’s hands travel up your body and hook onto the buttoned neckline of your summer dress. He impatiently tugs open the clasps, and your bare breasts spill out. You gasp, but Taehyung softly groans as he gropes your boobs, and you become the epitome of malleable clay in his hands when he grazes your nipples.

“Get on my face, Y/N.” He coos, and his gentle eyes compel you. “I’m eating you out in the best way possible. Has a man even let you sit on his face?”

“That-that’s not the point, and no way. I don’t wanna suffocate you.” You scramble to deny him.

“To be honest, I wouldn’t mind if you did. I’m obsessed with your ass and thighs.” Taehyung shamelessly admits.

You gasp as you whack his shoulder, and Taehyung’s all giggly underneath you before he’s all business. “But seriously, hop on right now or I’ll spank you. I’m making sure you see stars tonight.”

Rolling your eyes, you huff. “Like you’ll even make that happen.”

“Our art school days beg to differ.”

Scorning him with angry eyes, you move to hit him again when suddenly, Taehyung grabs a hold of your wrists. He tugs you forward and grips your hips, mounting your pussy just above his mouth, and he licks his lips like a starved man. When you attempt to fight him, Taehyung marks his words by landing a firm smack to your ass.

You immediately squeak. “Tae!”

“God fucking dammit, you still drip like honey too.” And Taehyung plops you down over his lips. You shudder so badly you nearly fall forward, but balance yourself on your palms and knees.

You feel colours explode between your thighs, hot spikes of arousal spreading across your skin. You’re just so sensitive down there, and when you feel his tongue lapping at you, his lips suckling and teasing your clit, you’re far too deprived to deny yourself his pleasure; especially when he moans to the taste of you, and the vibrations are otherworldly.

Once you peek down, you realize that your skirt covers his stunning face. Acting on impulse, you grab the hem and instantly strip off your dress, leaving you naked atop him. You breathe heavily once your damp skin is kissed by the cold air in the room, but Taehyung’s mouth making out with your sex is hot enough. Your eyes meet, and something carnal overwhelms you when you see how much he enjoys this.

Desirously, you begin rocking your hips over his face, riding him to the rhythm he flicks his tongue out and over your folds. Taehyung’s hands on your thighs help you along, guiding the motion of your hips.

“Fuck… Taehyung.” You moan, your fingers messily tugging his hair as he immerses himself in you.

Taehyung speaks huskily in between licks. “Keep riding me, baby. Ride me like you used to, don’t be shy.”

The ode to your previous escapades years ago coils something inside you, moaning and sighing on repeat as his tongue meets your every thrust. “But-but it’s been years—“

Suddenly, Taehyung has the audacity to bite your clit, and you instantly cry out. “Taehyung, what the fuck?!”

“I don’t care, Y/N.” Taehyung retorts. “You’re right in front of me, and I’m not leaving you this time.”

His words furrow your brows, and just as you open your mouth to question him, he speaks again. “Didn’t you always like shutting me up with your pussy, anyway?”

Smirking upon recalling the amount of times he ended up between your legs after a disagreement, your resistance crumbles, and so does your sanity.

You buckle your knees down and go to town on him, chasing the orgasm that bubbles inside your stomach as you ride his face. Your walls are clenching incessantly, pussy throbbing so badly you begin practically wailing, begging for your release.

And it seems Taehyung understands, because he shoves his tongue deeper inside you, teasing and circling your clit much harder than before. He even gets obnoxiously loud, the sloppy wet sounds he produces are nothing short of euphoria.

“Taehyung, fuck. Oh fuck me!” You squeal, experiencing cloud nine as ecstasy leaks into your every vein.

“Come for me, Y/N.” Taehyung rasps underneath you. “Come for me like you always did.”

And when he gently nibbles your clit again, the pain shoots spirals of arousal through your body, travelling up so high it all hits your head. Your hips pick up unimaginable speed, riding his face and nose vigorously until the coil in your gut utterly snaps.

Releasing with a shaky, unstable moan, you tremble over his face. Your orgasm sweeps the entirety of your body, not having experienced one this powerful in ages.

Climbing off to see the glorious provider of your orgasm, you’re mesmerized by the ethereal image. Taehyung breathes hard and heavy, chest inflating and deflating as his lips glisten with your cum. He eyes you with a shit-eating grin, even licking his luscious lips.

You can’t help but want to worship him, leaning over and planting your lips onto his mouth. You cup his cheeks as you weave your tongue with his, tasting yourself on him.

Taehyung softly moans into the kiss. You worship his jaw and pulse point next, kissing him where he’s weakest. Your hands roam his body greedily, tugging his shirt out of his waistband and undoing the rest of his buttons. You throw open his shirt and grapple onto his belt, unbuckling it with impatience.

Taehyung moans when you unzip his pants, leaning his head back in bliss when you graze his tented crotch.

“Fuck, Y/N…” He groans, losing his composure, and now you’re mesmerized by his easy reactions. He appears as though his sanity is hanging on by a thread, forearm thrown over his most likely hooded, delirious eyes.

“Fuck, Tae, now you tell me.” You sweeten your tone with seduction, hand sensuously groping his clothed cock through his pants, and he continuously shudders. “Have you been with other women after me? Any of them suck your dick better than me?”

Taehyung’s eyes immediately widen, caught like a deer in headlights. You chuckle when his cheeks redden a little, and he averts his eyes.

“What-what’s it to you?” He tries countering, and you can’t help but chuckle. Even if he had been with other women, you were confident that nobody gave him head better than you.

He always loved when you gave him head.

Letting that drive your confidence, you crawl down his body, laying kisses along his sternum, his chest, even teasing a nipple of his, and he shudders with deep moans. You chuckle with your boosted ego, gently pecking his stomach until you reach his faint happy trail, and Taehyung twitches.

“Y/N–”

But you only send him an angelically innocent pout, fingers hooking onto his bottoms to tug down. Once you do, you dig inside for his cock and begin stroking him, pumping his cock until you free it from its confines. Taehyung releases a broken groan as he lifts his head to watch you ogle at his leaking member.

He appears divine, practically appetizing the way his pretty dick throbs in your palm and his veins tell you enough about his self control. Taehyung was always the perfect type of big, that kind that teases your cervix and stretches you out divinely; it always felt like a privilege to pierce yourself on him.

Taehyung keeps close watch of you, and once he sees your lips descending towards his cock, he shakes his head. “No, no way. I’ll go insane.”

You’d really love to grant him mercy with that entreating look on his face, but listening to Taehyung?

You rarely ever did that.

Playfully, you kiss his tip, providing little pecks that cause Taehyung to shudder. You slither your tongue out to play with his slit, fondling his very tip.

“Baby… holy shit.” He breathes. “I need your mouth, I need it right now.”

He sounds adorable when he begs, and you decide it’s been ages, you might as well grant him mercy.

Without a word, you plunge his thick cock into your drooling mouth. You ensure you slobber all over his dick, slowly swallowing him inch by inch before pulling back.

You tease him some more, never completely taking him all the way but at least allowing some inches, suctioning your cheeks and swirling your tongue over his elongated member. You use your hand to simultaneously pump him, tending to the inches of his dick you don’t fit until the end.

But it seems you’re too good, because within an instant, Taehyung’s fingers card through your hair and with a harsh push, forces your head down as his hips drive up into you, deep. You deep-throat him for all but two seconds before he draws out, the mesmerizing groan he lets out the most beautiful sound in the world.

He breathes erratically when he speaks next. “Fuck, Y/N. I’m sorry but… I’m fucking gone. Don’t tease me right now.”

It’s a rather kind warning, and you only let it fuel your boldness. This time when you dive in, you begin a bobbing motion over his cock that fits his tip against the back of your throat. Your tongue slithers all over him, swiping his tip deeply as Taehyung suffers underneath you.

“Y/N, fuck–” But he’s interrupted when your free hand glides up his thigh and cups his heavy balls in your palm. You give them a light squeeze, and Taehyung turns into the epitome of jelly.

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ–Y/N!”

He’s losing it, and you love it. His balls must be full of cum waiting to splurge all over your face, and his cock is rock-hard, feeling how tightly the veins strain because he’s already so close.

It makes you want to evilly chuckle.

You continue vacuuming his cock, hollowing your cheeks for a tight fit and swallowing whenever you can. You choke and gag and splutter around him, tears cascading down your cheeks but you could care less when Taehyung sounded like that—groaning deep and robustly, with need.

Taehyung lifts his head to catch a better glimpse of you sucking his dick, and you swear the way his eyes melt was indicative of him being in love. His hand in your hair even begins stroking you affectionately, his voice beyond pleasured. “You’re so good, Y/N. This feels so fucking good, I missed this.”

You moan as you bob over his cock—you’ve never felt so adored by him in your life.

“You are so fucking pretty,” he lovingly coos, “especially when you’re full of my cock, baby.”

Your heart flutters, and you try not to become shy. Your incessant swallowing, bobbing and sucking is working, because there’s a brief moment where Taehyung reciprocates—driving up into your mouth from underneath with a tight grip on your hair, groans feral as he annihilates your throat.

But to your surprise, Taehyung actually tugs you off his cock. Perplexed, you shoot him the most shocked, battered face in the world. “Tae, what the fuck?”

But he doesn’t answer with words, rather, his actions. All you do is blink before Taehyung disappears from underneath you, and suddenly you’re the one underneath.

Now your back is against the soft sherpa rug, the warm, tender fireplace crackling beside you two, and it’s as though being wet from the beach didn’t mean a thing.

Taehyung’s onyx, though thoughtful eyes bore into yours as he hovers above you, and you feel so loved—protected. “Taehyung, what are you doing?”

He hushes you with a finger to your lips, before trailing that hand down your body. Down, down, down until he cups your sex, and you gasp, your eyes hot on each other.

Without warning, Taehyung gathers your slick from your cunt, and unexpectedly pushes his fore finger inside the warm confines of your heat. You release a high-pitched moan, squirming once the sensation of something inside you wracks your walls.

“Oh Taehyung, oh fuck.”

“Shit, I remember how much of a cute slut you become when I finger you.” Shuddering pathetically, you bite your lip to suppress your moans. He’s right; nothing feels better than being fingered by Taehyung

—three of his slender, long fingers alone can feel like a dick.

In that respect, Taehyung adds another finger, and you swear stars really do dance circles around you. He encloses you underneath him and breathes hotly against your lips, his intense eyes on you as he observes your every reaction. Perhaps it’s the eye contact that makes everything feel so much more vivid, because your insides are already churning with arousal.

He fingers you slowly, deliberately, pecking you in between as your nails scratch down his chest. Taehyung cracks an amused side-smirk. “Still a cute slut.”

Whimpering, you hook onto his neck, begging him. “Taehyung, please, you need to get inside me.”

“But I already am.” He cleverly counters, kissing you. “Besides, your face is too cute when I finger you. Let me see it longer.”

Taehyung then decides to play with fire, and suddenly, his fingers curl into a ‘come hither’ motion, and he massages your frontal walls gloriously, causing your eyes to flutter shut with a drawn out moan. He fucks his fingers deep inside you, and he watches your expression to mirror it, completely entranced by you in the throes of your pleasure.

“So fucking cute.” He praises, kissing your forehead.

“Taehyung,” your lips tremble, hands clawing at him again. “Inside… your cock… please.”

“Please what, Y/N?”

“Please fuck me, why won’t you fuck me?” You whimper, round eyes glistening with gentle tears as you yearn for every inch of him.

Taehyung exhales shakily, as though you’ll never know how much he desires you, his fingers softly fucking you against the floor. “I want to fuck you, baby, so bad. But I want this to last longer. I don’t want this to end.”

There’s a subtle kind of agony in his tone, it pierces your chest. You softly cradle his cheek, and your eyes soften. “Then… then don’t let it.” You coo. “Get inside me, Tae, and don’t let it end.”

Lips hanging open as he breathes, his eyes soft, Taehyung molds your mouths for an amorous kiss, and he draws his fingers out of you. He quickly removes his shirt and bottoms, leaving him naked above you, and you can’t help but reach out and roam his figure with fascination.

You pulse emptily for him, but find the sight of him pumping his own cock, coating himself with your essence is enough to fill you up again. He keeps an eye on you as he does so, leaning down to peck your lips. “Condom?”

You laugh. “Guess that’s not really our thing, huh?”

Taehyung chuckles, his smile radiant. “We don’t like when there’s something in our way, do we?”

Appreciating his witty mouth, you prop up to kiss him. “Get inside me, baby daddy.”

He kisses you back. “Will do, baby momma.”

Taehyung then carefully breaches your hole with his tip, and you gasp shakily, stunned by how familiar something can feel, and yet so foreign. Taehyung flits up from between your legs, almost questioning you. You nod in confirmation, and he plunges his fat cock in.

You both moan harmoniously as Taehyung eases himself inside your velvet sex, sliding gloriously into your walls that smother him tightly.

“Oh fuck, Tae…” you sigh. “You’re big, you feel so fucking big.”

“I know, baby.” He purrs, nudging your nose with his own. “I’ll go slower.”

You shiver when he inserts himself more gently; you feel every inch of him. Taehyung’s hands rest either side of you, gripping the rug underneath you roughly. His eyes are hazed over with pleasure, breathing ruggedly as he sheaths his cock inside you.

When his dick is completely enveloped by your pussy, even kissing your cervix, Taehyung groans so loudly the sound alone leaves you panting. He splits you open gloriously, and a burn has never felt so divine. Your legs spread even further apart to allow Taehyung more room, his hips stilled as he relishes in the tight fit of your pussy.

“Y/N… shit,” he curses, his forehead falling against yours. “You’re so… fuck.”

“So what, Tae?”

“So tight… still so warm.” Taehyung seems as though he’s exercising all forms of self-control. You yearn to cradle him closer, whisper to him that it’s alright to move, but your body feels a frigid chill.

Your dry skin now feels cold after having been in the sea water, and before you know it, your teeth are chattering. Taehyung’s eyes soften seeing you shiver, dipping down to peck your lips.

“Are you cold, baby?”

You nod your head, and Taehyung lays his chest against yours, engulfing you in his warmth. “I’ll get us a blanket, yeah?” He tells you, reaching over towards the ottoman next to the fireplace. Atop lies some extra blankets for the room, and Taehyung snatches one.

His cock still throbs inside your pussy, but you feel comfortable, almost at home. He unfolds the blanket and drapes you both underneath it, his hands fitting against the rug either side of your head again. Warmth immediately envelopes you then, and now, everything feels so much more intimate.

The crackling fireplace, the soft blanket covering your entangled, naked bodies on the floor, Taehyung’s sweet eyes that tell you his every story. He brushes some hair behind your ear, his voice soft and tender. “Is that better?”

You nod again, and your heart beats erratically. “Please fuck me, Taehyung. I want you so badly.”

“I will, baby. I will.” Taehyung assures you, stealing another kiss from you as he draws his cock out of your heat. He watches the inches of his dick uncover entirely, coated in your honey-like essence, before he plunges back in–deep–ensuring he goes slow enough to make you feel every part of him.

You moan loudly, legs automatically squeezing around his torso as your hands dig into his chest. “Oh god, Tae…”

“Fuck me,” Taehyung breathes. “I’ve been dying to do this.”

You become confused, wanting to question him, but Taehyung’s actions do the talking once again. Taehyung carefully manuvers his hips out of you, until he thrusts deeply back into your sex, even angling upwards. He repeats the thrusting again, and again, and again until he adopts a desperate, though affectionate pace of fucking you into the floor.

Your breath hitches as his cock fills you up to the brim, Taehyung’s eyes fixated upon your pleasured features. His eye contact is lethal, rarely did you two ever make eye contact when you were fuck buddies—his gaze was far too powerful.

You usually had sex in the most obscure places in extremely unintimate positions. There was no need for affection or even room for a kiss sometimes, it was purely sex, and that’s all.

But now, as Taehyung grasps the tufts of the rug above you, uses his strong grip to thrust into your fluttering pussy, relishing in your high-pitched, fucked out moans underneath him, his mouth breathing hotly against yours as he sweats, he feels incredibly infinite.

His cock feels decadent, your walls so slick your eyes could water from the sheer pleasure. He grunts and groans and breathes huskily on top of you, his broad body completely covering yours beneath, the blanket adding a sensual kind of heat.

Taehyung’s flawlessly stroking numerous spots inside you, and you feel everything coming to a head. Your orgasm, your pussy, your emotions. Something about Taehyung fucking you as though he’d die for you elicits strong emotion within your heart—it feels different.

You acknowledge that this isn’t just fucking, not at all, this is love.

“Taehyung… oh my God… you’ve never-you’ve never fucked me… like this before.”

“I haven’t, have I?” Taehyung breathes as sweat beads his skin, driving his hard, leaking, throbbing cock inside you at a divine pace. His elongated member massages your walls wondrously, challenging the confines of your pussy by occasionally burying himself to the hilt, and your back arches off the floor. “I should’ve… I should’ve fucked you like this... sooner. You always deserved it.”

“Wh-why? What do you mean?”

“Because… you deserved… to be loved, Y/N. Not just fucked.” Taehyung grunts, his strokes soft and yet hard, his hips melding with yours as his cock pummels places inside you unimaginable.

“It didn’t feel like that to me, Taehyung.” You assure him, your guts full of his delicious cock. “I never felt used… by you.”

“But even then… Y/N… I-I have to tell you something.” Taehyung grips the rug harder and increases his speed, his thrusts losing precision. Your hands canvas up his smooth, broad back, nails scratching against him as you moan erotically with his movements.

“What is it, Tae?”

“I-I lied… before.” He struggles to get it out, features painted with distress. “There’s no… again. I-I think I’ve always… loved-”

“I know, Tae, I know.” You coo to him gently. Even if hearing him say it would enlighten your soul, deep down, you always knew. You always knew you both had something irreplaceable, and in a way, it feels special enough to be in this moment with him. To feel how much he loves you with just his movements, to feel him prove it to you just like this.

Taehyung’s eyes completely soften, hazing over. “I think I always have… I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

You smile sentimentally, body bouncing on the floor as Taehyung fucks into your fluttering heat, and you cling to him desparately. “I didn’t either, Tae. I didn’t know how to tell you...”

Taehyung breaks out into a grin, his pelvis smacking against yours as he pounds into you, his throbbing flesh rutting inside your walls. You squeeze him so tightly you can feel every vein decorating his member.

“You felt… the same way?” He asks.

“Of course I did, Tae.” You openly admit, because you’re tired of masking the truth. “I still do.”

The smile on his face is radiant, and somehow, someway, his movements begin brimming with affection, with tender love and care that makes your body feel as though it's ascending.

While he rocks into you from above, you see his silver-chained necklace dangling from his neck– you’re mesmerized by the charm.

“You’re wearing the chain...” You teem with emotion, recalling the memory. You had originally purchased the necklace for Daisy to wear when she was old enough; a small Daisy-like charm upon a thin chain.

But once you arrived home to your 21-year old rival cradling your baby girl in his arms, feeding her milk as he fondly gazed at her with love as her father, your heart cinched inside your chest.

Without a doubt, you gifted the necklace to him. You imbued it with your irrevocable vow to one other—to always remain good parents to Daisy; no matter what trials may come.

Taehyung clutches the hanging charm as he passionately rams into you, his otherworldly strokes already spelling your doom, and so does his raspy, emotional voice. “Of course I would wear it, Y/N. It reminds me of you. It reminds me of everything we went through… everything we have.”

When Taehyung begins angling upwards and shoving himself deeper, your nails dig into his back, leaving red trails down his skin. Taehyung pecks your lips, reaching over at the nearby loveseat and grasping something.

“Lift up, baby.” He instructs, nabbing a soft cushion. “I’m putting this under you.” He sweetly informs, and you comply with a mass of butterflies inside your stomach. Taehyung comfortably sets the pillow underneath your lower back, and you settle over it with ease.

Immediately, you shakily gasp, feeling his cock gloriously probe your frontal walls. Taehyung proudly smirks at your reaction, quickening his thrusts into your sex now. He then nestles his palm over your abdomen, gently pushing down to feel every inch of him inside you.

You whimper pathetically, body quivering with how heavenly he feels, and Taehyung’s a fond mess for your teary eyes.

“I found it, didn’t I?” He huskily whispers against your lips, and all you’re left is a delirious slut when you register that he means your g-spot. He fucks you with vigor now, harder as your desperation for an orgasm increases. He has you in knots, the blanket draping you both along with the pillow on the floor enhancing your every sensation.

But you feel the most loved when Taehyung’s thumb delicately begins rubbing your abdomen. Opening your fucked-out eyes, you find him peering at your stomach, and you tilt your head in question. “Tae?”

He sadly meets your eyes, and he appears emotional. “Your scar…”

You see that he means your c-section scar from Daisy’s birth, and a myriad of feelings flood you. Taehyung swallows as his eyes become moist, biting his bottom lip. “I remember this… I remember when I almost lost you.”

Your heart fills with inconceivable hurt, recalling the devastation of your birthing complications. You had been out of it for most of its entirety, while Taehyung faced the harsh reality of your life or death as a mere 21-year-old.

You could never imagine his agony, his fear.

His head dips with shame, attempting to hide his face. “I never… I never thanked you… for going through that for her. For bringing her into this world.”

“Tae..” you swallowed thickly, gently sighing with every thrust he fucks into you. “You don’t have to thank me. I should be thanking you.”

“No… no.” Taehyung denies, his sensual strokes hitting your very cervix, locking gazes with you. “This scar… it’s everything to me. You gave me a daughter… and I never, I never fucking gave you anything.”

The chemistry between you two is sizzling, but the air is thick with intense emotion. You reach out to stroke Taehyung’s cheek and calm him, to tell him it’s okay. It’s endearing when he leans into your palm, and increases the power of his thrusts.

The tender fireplace, the addicting heat, the sweat between your bodies, the way he occasionally kisses your lips and buries himself deeply inside you; you’re completely falling into his abyss with no regard for a way out.

You wish he could fuck you forever.

“You know… you wanna know… why I really invited you out tonight?” Taehyung suddenly asks.

“Of course, Taehyung.” You coo, hands weaving into his hair as he grunts above you, precisely angling himself inside you.

“I looked at my life… and I realized that I’m-I’m fucking stupid.” Taehyung berates himself. “I realized that I don’t want a life without you… or Daisy. That I already have… everything I could ever want with you two. And I’m an idiot… I’m an idiot for leaving.”

“Why did you leave, Tae?” Your voice quivers, breasts jostling as he fucks you. “Why did you go?”

“Because I couldn’t stand living in our apartment knowing how much I fucking loved you, and I didn’t know if you loved me back.” He admits, shutting his eyes as he breathes hard; his strokes deep and languid. “I couldn’t keep fucking you knowing I was in love. You were better off, too… you and Daisy deserved better than me… so much better. I had to leave.”

“No, no way, Tae. Daisy loves you, and I love you. We need you, we’ll always need you.”

“But I’m not enough, Y/N. Daisy deserves a better dad.” Taehyung stresses, his voice thick with emotion. “I can barely make ends meet, and you deserve a man who can take care of you… a man who won’t run away from his feelings for you.”

Suddenly, you grab Taehyung’s cheeks, your eyes watering as tears flood them. “You are enough, Taehyung. You’re enough… you’re more than enough.” You repeat it just so that he’ll never forget it, because you mean it with all your heart; your body and soul. “You came back to me, didn’t you? And Daisy doesn’t just need a dad, Tae, she needs you, she adores you. And I…” You pause, choking up on your words. “I need you more than I’ll need any other man. No matter our history, how we ended up here… how much we fucked up and made mistakes… there’s no one else I would’ve rather had Daisy with.” You voice sincerely. “She’s ours, and that alone is enough. That makes you enough for me, Taehyung… always.”

Taehyung’s emotions are on a highline, but before he can break out the waterworks, he hides his face in your neck and quickens the speed of his thrusts. He worships your neck with deep kisses, and your orgasm begins bubbling inside your stomach, his pelvis rubbing against your clit. He fucks you fast and hard now, almost as though he’s channeling his emotion into his thrusts.

And perhaps Taehyung isn’t necessarily fucking you, but making love to you. Is this what he’s been dying to do?

“Y/N… fuck, she is ours.” Taehyung’s voice breaks, driving himself into your pulsing sex. He even snakes a hand towards your clit, and begins ravaging it for all that’s left.

“We can try again, Tae.” Your thick voice manages, moaning when his fingers circle your bud. “We can try… to be us again. A family.”

He presses deeper against your bundle of nerves, massaging you affectionately—meaningfully as he fucks you. He’s in agony when he speaks. “I want to try, baby. I want to try again. You don’t understand… how much… you and Daisy mean to me. I would die for you… I’d die for you two.”

“I know, Tae, I know.” You soothe him, fingers massaging his scalp, your legs locking him in tight. “We’d die for you, too.”

Taehyung lifts his head and crashes his lips against yours passionately. You whimper into his mouth, both of you kissing animalistically as Taehyung goes faster, deeper, the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit vigorously as you lose your composure.

Your gut is coiling—twisting. Taehyung seems as though he’s going to rip the rug underneath you, bunching it up into his fist so harshly as he fucks you on zealous emotion alone.

And when he delivers that one sweet, glorious thrust against your g-spot, you orgasm so hard you swear you see stars. Taehyung relishes in your moans, swallowing them all with desperate kisses as he strokes your sputtering pussy walls with his throbbing cock.

When you come down, Taehyung’s dick pulses dangerously inside you, his face slick with sweat as he breathes harshly. He peeks between your bodies to himself still lodged inside you, suddenly chuckling. “Hey… wanna go… for baby number two?”

Deadpanning, normally you would've hit him, but your delirious, post-orgasm glasses have you chuckling too, hands winding around his neck as your foreheads meet. “Why not? Daisy’s been asking for a brother or sister for a long time now.”

Beaming, Taehyung joins your chuckling with his own snigger, and he dips down to steal a kiss from you. “Then what are we waiting for?”

Picking up the pace, Taehyung completely annihilates you with an explosive second round that night. You scratch his back so deeply, you’re certain you’re hurting him, but Taehyung doesn’t mind a single bit; it reminds him of how much you need him. He fucks you long enough until his hot seed spills inside you, all while he whispers sweet, sweet nothings in your ear, and every romantic iteration of how much he loves you.

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“Mommy!”

Daisy beams as she sprints into your outstretched arms, engulfing you in the warmest hug in the world. You hoist her up and clutch her closely, supporting her on your hip. Taehyung smiles endearingly at the sight as he carries your purse in the doorway, Daisy’s pretty doe eyes focus on him.

“Daddy! You’re here too?”

Taehyung chuckles a little. “Yes, daddy’s here too.” Daisy holds out her arms towards Taehyung, and neither of you can deny her adorable pout. Taehyung immediately grabs her by her sides and smothers her in a hug with abundant kisses, casting her hair away from her face.

“Hey, my flower girl. Were you good while mom and dad were away? You better not have caused your aunt Mona any trouble.”

“She was an angel as always.” Mona appears from your kitchen, leaning against the couch’s backrest in the living room as she gazes upon your family—her eyes are so incredibly fond. You meet her gaze and smile gratefully.

‘Thank you’ you mouth to her.

‘No problem’ she mouths back, but makes it a statement to add on. ‘By the way, did you and,’ she points towards Taehyung, thanking God that he’s too busy discussing with Daisy how terrible Hans was to Anna in Frozen, because Mona suddenly begins to obscenely smack her palms together, insinuating the action of fucking.

You immediately scold her. ‘Mona!’

She shrugs, mouthing harshly. ‘What? You didn’t come back last night. You’re in the same clothes, and your hair looks awful!’

Rolling your eyes, you almost march over to chastise her, but the sound of Daisy’s cheering and clapping call your attention.

“Mommy, daddy!”

Endeared, you and Taehyung both answer her. “Yes?”

“Mommy and daddy came home together,” she pouts, her round eyes softening into the sweetest drops of chocolate. You’re thankful everyday she has her father’s eyes. “Will mommy and daddy always come home together?”

Hesitating, you and Taehyung struggle to respond. Taehyung turns to look at you, and you shoot him a similarly rigid expression. At your silence, Daisy’s voice becomes softer, tainted with a sad lilt. “Can mommy and daddy… stay together forever?”

It breaks your heart to see the sadness on her chubby face, and Taehyung’s own expression drops. She endearingly nuzzles her temple against Taehyung’s shoulder, and you reach out to hold her dainty little hand. You curl an arm around Taehyung’s bicep and rest your head against him, too, peering up at him.

When your eyes meet this time, you and Taehyung exchange a look where you both finally… agree. For once, you see eye-to-eye, and you couldn’t be more glad about that treasured fact.

Smiling radiantly, Taehyung curls his free arm around your waist and tugs you close, both you and Daisy cradled in his arms. Your heart glows when he speaks next, and by the looks of Daisy’s smile, so does her little one, too. “Yeah, mommy and daddy are gonna stay together forever.”

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