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Thank you so much for reading and your kind words!!!!! This was one of my favorite chapters to write because it was just so fun and spicy!!! I live these two so much already

Chapter 3

Summary: You finally achieved your dream of writing and publishing a book and it goes well. It goes so well, your publisher wants you to write a second book. The only problem is the fans want it to be spicier and you have only had one very lackluster sexual partner in your life. Enter Kim Taehyung the cocky fuckboy of your past who is willing to lend a hand to a “friend” in need

Word Count: 6.2K

Paring: Taehyung/Reader (Side Jikook)

Rating: 18+ MDNI!!!

Tags: Porn with plot, POV switch, cute concerned Jimin, mentions of jerking off, mentions of past bad relationship, FWB situationship, nicknames, kissing, dry humping, moaning, boners, mentions of almost cuming in pants, Taehyung has a big dick

Authors Note: Where can I find me a Taehyung like this dear god

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“Okay, you can do this. People do this kind of thing all the time. It’s nothing to be nervous about; it’s all going to work out. You can do this!” You muttered to yourself as you ran your hands down your legs and let out a shaky breath as you checked the clock in your car.

You were starting to panic about the future of your book after your editor gave you some “helpful pointers” when she rejected your fourth draft for the spicy make-out scene between your characters.

She pointed out how it all felt very “vanilla,” and after drinking some wine and having a good cry, you decided to sign up for a dating app because what was the worst that could happen?

After swiping for over an hour, you matched with a guy who was tall, handsome, and totally your type.

After talking for two days, you told him you had never been in a friends-with-benefits situation before. He offered to take you out to dinner first to see if the two of you clicked.

That was why you were sweating through your dress in a sushi restaurant parking lot on a Friday night.

Your phone buzzed in your lap, startling you, and you grinned when you saw Mira’s message flash on your screen.

She was going to a tasting with Hoseok tonight for her wedding cake, but she was more than happy to be on call in case the date went south and you needed her to swoop in and come rescue you.

The clock showed it was five minutes to six thirty, and you figured being five minutes early wasn’t a crime, so you opened your dating app to see who you were meeting with one more time, but the weirdest thing happened.

No matter how many times you tried to refresh his profile, your conversation would not load.

You tried exiting out of the app and going back in, but it just wouldn’t load.

Which was weird.

Oh well, you had a good enough memory of his face to know who you were meeting with, so you decided not to stress about it too much as you took a deep breath, gathered your things, and headed inside for your date.

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“Come on, Jiminie, you don’t need me tagging along as your third wheel. I promise I’m okay not going.” Taehyung whined as he closed down his office for the day and gathered his things.

He balanced the phone against his shoulder and his ear as he struggled to get his coat on and tried to ignore the piles of work that were left over.

Oh well, that was next week's problem.

Taehyung waved to his coworkers and headed to the elevator, where he pressed the lower level button and listened to Jimin ramble on.

Jimin and Jungkook were going out to The Heat, which was the local club for people over twenty-five years old. It was Taehyung’s favourite spot to pick up chicks, as usually, they were around his age and over the phase of getting sloppy drunk and throwing up everywhere.

“Jimin, I know it’s my favourite, but you and Jungkook deserve a night out by yourselves. Believe me, I have the night planned!” He said as the elevator dinged, and he made his way across the almost empty parking garage to get to his car.

The sun was still shining, and after being in an office all day, Taehyung took the opportunity to tilt his face to the warm rays that shone through.

He found his car and unlocked it, throwing his briefcase in the passenger seat before climbing in himself and connecting his phone to the Bluetooth.

“Come on, Taehyung! It might be nice to get out on a Friday night. I know you had a hard week. Might be nice to relax.” Jimin whined as he put his car into drive and made his way home.

“Jiminie, I have plans. I’m going to order food, relax, and catch up on some shows. Believe me, that sounds more fun than pushing through sweaty bodies on the dance floor.” He tries to explain.

“If I ask you a question, will you answer it honestly?” Jimin asks, his voice growing serious as Taehyung stops at a red light and lets out a weary sigh.

“I already know what you are going to ask me, and yes, Jimin, I am fine. I promise you.” He responds as the light turns green, and Taehyung takes the familiar path home.

“I know it’s just… Since when do you turn down a club night? You have been a hermit for weeks now, Tae. I’m just concerned; that’s all.” Jimin says, and Taehyung can’t really blame him.

He never turns down club nights.

He is always the life of the party.

Drinking, hitting on women, and having fun.

Taehyung did wonder if something was wrong with him. After his last fling, he wasn’t in a hurry to jump into a new one and ended up becoming more of a homebody.

Sure, he still talked to his friends, painted, and worked out, but jumping into another friends-with-benefits situation seemed like too much work for him, and he even went as far as to delete all the dating apps off his phone.

Taehyung also noticed other changes that were making him raise an eyebrow.

His sex drive had diminished quite significantly since.

He was still jerking off, of course, but he didn’t feel the need to have someone else do it; he didn’t even really miss the sex, as he was more than satisfied to get himself off with his hand whenever he felt the need to.

Taehyung gave himself another month.

If he was still in this funk after a month, he would go to a doctor.

Or maybe talk to someone.

“I know Jimin, but please believe me, I’m okay,” Taehyung said as he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel.

“Are you sure? Like totally sure. You can tell me anything you know.” Jimin pushed as Taehyung let out a weary sigh.

“Yes, Jiminie, I promise I am okay. I’ll also go as far as to promise that I will come out next time you go to the club, okay?” He said as he pulled into the driveway of his house and put the car in park.

The sun was fading fast, and clouds were rolling in. Taehyung remembered hearing something about an all-night rainstorm, which was another reason he wasn’t keen on going out tonight.

After a few more promises that he was okay and an eventual goodbye, Taehyung pocketed his phone and headed inside his house.

He put his stuff where it belonged, ordered takeout, and made his way to the shower, where he stood under the spray for far too long, contemplating what Jimin had said.

He knew Jimin just cared about him.

That’s all.

But was it really that concerning that he wanted to stay home for one night?

Standing in the shower, wasting water didn’t give him the answers he needed, so he quickly got out and dried his body, slipping on some comfy clothes as he checked on his food to see that it was now only two minutes out.

Taehyung made his way downstairs just as it arrived and saw that the sky was a dull grey and storm clouds were rolling through.

He got everything set up in the living room and grabbed a comfy blanket to snuggle in while he ate.

The food was delicious, and Taehyung hummed happily to himself as he turned on the TV to get caught up on one of his shows.

After two episodes, rain began to smack against his window in heavy drops as it seemed the storm had finally arrived.

Taehyung felt full and sleepy, and the sounds of the rain were making his eyes droop. It was only six at night, but he felt like he could curl up and sleep until morning.

Maybe a nap would do him some good, so he shifted so he was now lying sideways on the couch with his feet hanging off the edge.

He pulled the blankets up to his chin and let the soft sounds of the rain lull him to sleep.

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How long did Taehyung nap for?

He wasn’t sure.

All he knew was someone was ringing the doorbell, and it was obnoxiously loud and woke him from his peaceful slumber.

Taehyung fluttered his eyes open and blearily looked around.

His house was dark except for the one night light in the hallway, and the storm must have picked up speed since he dozed off because the rain was now lashing at the windows angrily, and lightning was dancing across the sky.

The doorbell rang again, and Taehyung shot up off the couch, still a little disoriented from sleep, and made his way to the door.

A rumble of thunder shook his house, and Taehyung felt the hairs on his arms stand as he flung the door open and was met with the surprising sight of a woman standing on his front step.

But not just any woman.

It was you.

His eyebrows shot up, and he gripped the door to stop it from being taken by the wind.

You of all people were standing on his front step.

What the hell was going on?

Taehyung took in your appearance, your hair matted and soaked, your tan trench coat now a darker colour because of the rain, the way your mascara ran down your cheeks, and your eyes were rimmed red.

You’d been crying.

“Uh, hey?” He said slowly as a crack of thunder made you both jump.

“Hi, Taehyung.” You said roughly, clutching your coat around your soaked body.

“Uh. What’s going on?” He said, feeling stupid and slow, as he still didn’t make a move to let you in.

He should probably let you in.

But he was still in shock that you were here in the first place.

“Uh, can we talk? Maybe inside?” You asked timidly as his brain finally seemed to work, as he moved to the side to let you out of the cold and rain.

Taehyung left you standing by the door as he raced around, turning on lamps so you both could see. His heart was in his throat, and he felt his hands shaking slightly as he turned to face you again.

You were taking off your heels and shrugging off your coat, and Taehyung’s eyes widened when he saw what was under it.

“Holy shit, you look hot.” He blurted out before he could think, and a light blush coated your cheeks as you smiled shyly at him.

The dress was unreal.

A little black dress that hugged your curves perfectly and cupped your breasts in a way that made his cock stir under his pants.

Fuck.

You must have come from a date.

How bad did it go for you to show up at his place?

What happened?

You wrapped your arms around yourself, and he could see the goosebumps on your arms as you shivered in his doorway.

“Did you walk here? You’re soaked.” He asks, moving towards you as you brush your wet hair from your face.

“Uh, I parked down the street. I didn’t know if anyone was coming over tonight, and I didn’t want to take a spot in your driveway. I didn’t realize how far down I’d have to park.” You say, eyeing his place with a childlike curiosity as you shivered.

“Come on, let’s get you warmed up first.” He says as he leads you through his house to the upstairs, where the bedrooms and the bathrooms are.

Taehyung rifles through his things before pulling out a T-shirt, sweatpants, and socks, and hands them to you.

You graciously take them as you stand in the doorway like a deer in the headlights.

“The bathroom is right through there. Take a shower. Use as much hot water as you like. We can talk when you're done.” He says as you bite your lip and nod at him.

You hold the clothes to your chest like they are your lifeline, keeping you afloat.

Taehyung briefly nods before heading downstairs to give you some privacy, and his mind swims with possibilities.

Clearly, by the way you were dressed, you went out on a date.

As far as he knew, you had not dated anyone since your jerk ex-boyfriend.

Not that he kept track of those things.

So what happened tonight? Did the guy…hurt you?

Taehyung knew you had a solid group of friends, and he would never in a million years guess you would come running to him if something happened.

You just weren’t like that.

Taehyung grabbed his phone from the coffee table and quickly texted Hoseok, asking if he could call him ASAP.

The phone rang two minutes later.

“Hey, Tae! It’s Mira. Hoseok is driving right now. Everything okay?” She asked as Taehyung ran a hand through his hair and began to pace the floor.

He could hear the shower running, but he knew he had to be quick.

“Uh, hey Mira, you are actually who I wanted to speak to.” He said as Hoseok grumbled audibly in the background.

“Oh! Uh, okay, what’s up?” She asked.

“Do you know where your maid of honour went tonight?” He asked, still pacing the living room as the storm raged outside and the lights flickered.

“Uh, yeah, she had a date. Actually, she was supposed to text me an update, but I haven’t heard anything.” Mira said as he ran his free hand through his fluffy hair.

So it was a date.

“Taehyung, what did you do?” Hoseok asked.

Taehyung ignored him.

“And the guy she went with. Was he…decent? Good?” He asked as the lights flickered again.

“I mean, I guess? I saw his picture; he seemed okay. Why, what’s going on?”

Taehyung frowned. Not much to work with there.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave that poor girl alone Taehyung?” Hoseok scolded.

Taehyung ground his teeth as he spoke.

“I did leave her alone Hyung. She was the one to show up here, soaking wet from the rain and telling me she wanted to talk. I’m calling because I want to know what the hell is going on.” He snapped as the other end went silent.

“She… What?” Hoseok asked as Taehyung repeated himself a lot slower this time.

“Mira, do you have any idea what’s going on or what this is about?”

“I…uh. I didn’t think she? I mean, I suggested… But I didn’t think she would actually… Oh my god.” Mira babbled as he heard the shower stop, and his heart began to race in his chest.

“Shower turned off, I don’t have much time. Help me here, Mira.” He asked.

“Shower? What is she doing in your shower?” Hoseok asked.

“She was wet and shivering, so I made her take a shower so she would warm up.” He explained.

“Okay, listen, Taehyung.” Mira started.

“I can’t tell you why she’s there. It’s not my story to tell, and I don’t even know if I’m right. But if I am…promise me you will go easy on her. No joking, no making fun of her. Hear her out, okay?” She asked as Taehyung grumbled.

He wasn’t getting answers and was becoming even more frustrated.

“That’s all you got for me? Come on, Mira! Help a guy out.” He pleaded, now feeling panicked.

He could hear Hoseok muttering in the background, asking what was going on, and Taehyung realized this must be some weird girl thing if Hoseok was also in the dark about it.

“Just go easy on her. That’s all I can tell you. Sorry.” Mira said as his ears picked up the telltale sound of the bathroom door opening.

Time's up.

“Okay, fine. Got to go.”

He hung up the phone and stopped pacing to sit on the very edge of the couch. His mind and his nerves were racing, and Taehyung sucked in a breath.

He didn’t know what you were here for, but he had a feeling it would change everything.

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You had only been in Taehyung’s space once before.

It was at university when he hosted weekly movie nights.

Mira didn’t want to go alone, so she dragged you along for the first one, even though you pleaded with her to leave you at the dorm.

His place back then was just as you’d imagine it to be.

Soccer cleats in the doorway, stinky socks everywhere, and the smell of way too much cologne that was doing its job of hiding whatever other unpleasant scents were lingering around.

This time, Taehyung’s place was not what you expected.

No soccer cleats or dirty socks in sight; instead, it was a two-story house with modern furniture and giant windows. His bedroom was tidy and clean, with only one shirt thrown on the bed, and his bathroom was almost as clean as yours.

You stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off, grateful he let you shower at all as the cold rain chilled you to the bone.

You reach for the clothes he loaned you, and you decide on the shirt and socks; there was no way the pants would fit, and the shirt was long enough to cover everything anyway.

You looked in the mirror and took a deep breath, wiping the leftover flakes of mascara that still lingered under your eyes.

It was now or never.

The date was a disaster. You had a good cry in your car, and without second-guessing, you drove here.

Taehyung was the only one who could help you now.

You made your way down the stairs to see him sitting up straight on the couch, picking anxiously at his nail beds, and his eyes snapped up to yours as you approached him.

You didn’t miss the way his gaze was fixed on your bare legs and how his tongue darted at his lips as he stared at you.

That was a start.

At least it seemed he was attracted to you.

You sat on the couch next to him and grabbed the blanket, throwing it over your legs as another crack of thunder made you jump.

“Feel better?” he asked softly as you nodded and let out a long exhale.

It was now or never.

“Sorry to show up unannounced and soaking wet. I just. Have to talk to you about…something.” You started playing with the fringe of the blanket so you had something to do with your hands.

Anxiety was rolling off of you in waves, and you didn’t dare look at him; instead, you focused on his knee as you spoke.

“So I, uh. I wrote a book. As you know. And it did well. Like, really well. The editors, publishers, and fans want another part.”

You briefly stare up at him as he nods; any trace of cockiness is gone from his face, and instead, he looks genuinely concerned.

“Well, I’m writing the second book about the side characters from the first book, Ryder and Sabrina. The fans want it…to be written differently.” You say, feeling hot under the shirt you borrowed from him, as your eyes flick to him once again.

“Oh, I liked those two. They were hot.” He says softly as you smile.

So he did read the book.

That was…surprising.

“Thank you. I had a lot of fun writing them. But now my team wants me to write them in a way I don’t know how to. And I wanted to come to you for help because, well. I don’t know who else to go to.” You explain.

Taehyung cocks an eyebrow.

“You came to me for writing help? Me? The one who always tried to cheat off you? Why?” He asks honestly.

“Because Taehyung, I need your…skills.”

You stare at his face to see his eyes wide and confused. You knew you had to tell him the truth; you just wished it wasn’t so damn embarrassing.

“Taehyung, they want me to write spice. Smut. Porn. And I don’t know how to do that. I don’t have experience with that, and I need your help. My last four drafts have been rejected, and I’m at the end of my rope here.” You blurt out, staring at his knee the entire time as your face heats up in shame.

Silence wraps around you like an itchy blanket, and it seems even the storm paused in shock at what you said.

Lovely.

“Are you ever going to look at me?” He asks with a teasing tilt to his voice as you close your eyes tightly.

“Nope. I’m embarrassed enough, and if I look at you, I’ll combust into a million little pieces, and you will have to clean it all up.”

Taehyung giggles.

“Please just look at me. Sex isn’t something to be ashamed of. We can talk about it like adults.” He responds as slowly as you open your eyes and stare up at his face.

He has a small grin on his face, and you fight the urge to cast your eyes downwards again.

“Now explain it to me. Slowly.” He asks.

“They want me to make the next book a little more mature. A lot of the fans complained about how I glossed over a lot of the sex in the first book. Smut is very popular now, and they want it in the second book. It makes sense; the characters have that will-they, won't-they energy. I just don’t know how to write hot sex because I’ve never….” You let your voice trail off, letting him come to his own conclusions as the lights flickered again.

“You aren’t a virgin, are you? I mean, you dated Simon?” He points out

“Not a virgin, but just because I have had sex doesn’t mean it was good sex.” You say softly as you refuse to look at him again; instead, you stare at the raindrops clinging to his windows as you pull the blanket higher up your body.

“Should we kill Simon now, or should we wait until you are a super famous author and we can hire someone to do it for us?” He asks, and you crack a smile.

“Listen, I’m going to be honest: I can’t go through the whole Simon story with you tonight. Asking you for this is embarrassing enough.” You plead, closing your eyes and trying to chase the bad memories of your ex away.

You don’t need that right now.

“So you want to...have sex with me so you can write a book?” Taehyung asks thoughtfully as you nod.

“I mean kind of? I want you to show me what good sex is like. And not just sex. All of it. Handjobs…blowjobs…sex.”

His eyebrows are somewhere in his hairline when you continue to speak.

“That’s what I tried tonight. I tried to find someone random online to help me, but he never showed up for the date and ghosted me. It’s for the best because I didn’t like the idea of someone I didn’t know seeing me so vulnerable. And I know I’m basically a virgin with sex, so I would need someone to take it slow and show me.”

Taehyung scooches closer to you on the couch and studies your face.

You hold your breath and wait for him to say something, to say anything, as the silence is making your heart pound and anxiety creep up.

“So, should we make it like a course? One day we make out, then hand jobs, blow jobs, fingering, and eating pussy because yes this is about you too, then sex?” He asks as his voice dips low, and it makes you shiver.

“You don’t have to—I mean I—I think I can figure that stuff out.” You stammer as he grins wickedly at you.

“BabyBlue. Do you think I’m going to make this whole thing about me? I want you to feel good too. And you bet that involves getting my hands between your legs. I think your readers would want that…right?” He coaxes, and you don’t even mind that he calls you that ridiculous nickname as you swallow hard and nod.

“Did Simon ever—did he make it all about him?” He asks darkly, and you bite your lip.

“Not all the time. It just seemed sometimes he wanted to…get it over with so there wouldn’t be much…prep.” You say lamely.

“I hate that guy. Such a douche,” he comments as he slides closer to you on the couch so his knee presses into yours.

“So you’ll help me?” You ask timidly as you stare at his dark eyes, the tiny freckle on his nose, and the fact that you don’t think you have ever been this close to him in your life, and you don’t hate being this close to him.

“BabyBlue, you’re going to be my new friends-with-benefits, huh?” He teases with an exaggerated wink that makes you roll your eyes but smile.

“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it.” You say, eyes flicking down to his lips for a moment.

Taehyung grins.

Shit, he caught you staring.

“I think I’ve grown on you. If we are friends with benefits, it means we are friends. You trusted me enough to come to me with this. And all this time, you had this hard exterior of hating me.” He teases with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“You were my last option, you know. And it’s all Mira’s fault. She suggested you.” You fight back, hating how affected you were feeling just by being close to him.

“Last option, but the best option. Come on, admit it, you wanted to know if the rumours about me back then were true.”

Your eyes widened as the tension in the room intensified when he pushed his leg into yours.

“Not at all. This is strictly business, and you have... experience.” You say, licking your lips, as this time his eyes flick down to your mouth.

“Mhmm. I think it’s also ironic how you wrote Ryder and Sabrina.”

You swallowed hard.

“Ryder is the ladies’ man, always flirting and teasing a very uptight Sabrina. Then they have to come together to reach the common goal of getting their friends together. The whole time, Sabrina pretends like she hates him…” Taehyung lets his velvety smooth voice trail off, and you blush.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You say, voice soft and light, as he cracks a smile.

“I don’t think you should have named him Ryder. I think Taehyung would have been a more fitting name.” He jests.

Okay, so maybe…. MAYBE you took inspiration from you and Taehyung’s…whatever it was. But you never in a million years thought he would actually read your book. And you never ever were going to admit that to him.

“Are you going to help me or keep blabbing?” You ask harshly as he chuckles low in the back of his throat.

“As long as you mention my name in print that I helped you…sure, why not?” He says with a cheeky grin.

You sighed.

“I knew I should have gone with someone else.”

“Nah, baby, there is no one as good as me out there.”

You cock an eyebrow as once again the tension in the room seems to ramp up making goosebumps appear on your skin.

“Then prove it.” You shoot back, tired of wasting time, tired of awkward conversations.

“Oo, she’s feisty. Okay, BabyBlue, show me how you kiss.” He insisted as he grabbed your hips and settled you on his lap in an easy movement, like he had been doing this his entire life.

“Make sure you think about how it feels. This is for research after all, and nothing else. Right?” He says, his voice low and husky, making you nod slowly as your eyes lock on his lips.

Taehyung wastes no time in tangling his fingers in the silky strands of your hair before pulling you close and attaching his soft lips to yours.

Your eyes widen in surprise because holy shit, Kim Taehyung is kissing you, and it wasn’t supposed to feel this good, but your eyes soon flutter closed as you lean into the kiss.

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Taehyung had kissed many girls in his lifetime; hell, he couldn’t even name them all at this point, though in his defence, most of them he kissed when he was a few drinks in.

This kiss with you, though…

Taehyung knew that as long as he lived, he would never forget this.

The way your lips moulded to his almost perfectly as if they were meant to be there, the way his hands tangled in your hair and pulled you even closer so he could deepen it even more.

The way your body seemed to melt and soften into his, your legs spreading wider so your crotch was flushed against his upper thighs, and how badly he wanted you to move a couple of inches upward to feel how this kiss was messing him up.

A couple of hours ago he was worried about his sex drive, and now it seemed his body was making up for lost time as his cock rose so quickly it made him dizzy as all the blood left his brain.

You began to find your rhythm as your lips moved against his, and when you let out a small moan against his mouth, Taehyung felt his cock twitch in his pants, desperate for any kind of friction.

He expertly moved his hands from your hair and began to run them down your arms; he chuckled darkly against your warm mouth when you shivered as he made his way slowly up and down, making the hairs on your arms stand.

You gasped when his hands trailed down your sides, which let him easily slip his tongue into your mouth and touch yours in a way that made you both moan.

Taehyung knew this kiss was for research purposes, but he was growing impatient with the lack of friction against his aching shaft, so with one hand wrapped around you, he lifted you to shove the blanket off you both before settling you back down on his lap right over the hard ridge in his pants.

You gasped when you felt all of him between your legs, and Taehyung chuckled against your lips as he began to leave the warmth of your mouth to discover what other noises you could make as he kissed along your cheeks and down your jawline.

His cock leaked as you began to slowly roll your hips against him, and dear god, he could feel…everything.

You chose not to take his sweatpants, and holy shit did the guy you were supposed to go on the date with miss out, because the only thing separating your bare pussy from his clothed cock was a thin piece of material that Taehyung could already feel you soaking through.

If this was how worked up you were over a kiss, Taehyung couldn’t wait to explore more.

This was going to be fun.

He nibbled at your jawline, and his name escaped your lips in a breathy moan as you continued to roll your hips against him, seeking friction for you both.

The rain was still lashing at the windows and thunder nearly shook the house, but Taehyung hardly heard any of it over the blood pounding in his ears and the way your skin felt under his fingers.

So warm.

So perfect.

You continued your delicious rolls of your hips as his lips found yours again, and you kissed him with such passion and fire, he had no idea how you couldn’t write a spicy scene.

You were a natural.

Taehyung could feel himself getting a little too excited as his boxers were now soaked with precum, and his cock was twitching painfully under the ministrations of your hips.

You were rubbing against him like a needy animal in heat, and as sexy as that was, Taehyung had to slow things down before he blew his load and embarrassed himself.

He was supposed to have more control than this, goddammit!

His hands make their way to your hips to stop you, but it only makes you grind against him harder and the sexiest, neediest moan to fall from your lips.

Taehyung’s spine is tingling, his hands are tightening on your hips, his cock is rock hard, and his balls are drawing up.

Fuck, he is going to cum from just kissing you.

This has to stop.

He slowly pulls away and lets out a shaky breath as your grinding stops, and Taehyung thanks his lucky stars he didn’t cum in his pants like a horny teenager.

You open your eyes slowly, which are glazed over, and your hand comes up to your face as your thumb runs over your bottom lip, which is red and swollen from all the kissing.

His cock twitches against you, and you giggle.

“And that’s how you kiss.” He says, his voice rough and deep, as he clears his throat and tries to hide how aroused the kiss made him.

Which was pretty difficult with his cock still painfully throbbing between his legs and the smear of precum he could feel coating the sensitive head of his cock.

“Thank you for showing me that. That was. Good.” You reply slowly as you card a hand through your messy hair, pushing it away from your face.

Now that everything had come down, Taehyung’s other senses were starting to come back, and, fucking hell, he could feel how wet you were and how it soaked into his pants. He was sure that if he looked down, the crotch would be stained with both of your arousals.

“Just good? Come on, BabyBlue, work with me here.” He teased as his mouth connected with your shoulder, and he peppered light kisses against the material of his shirt.

It smelled like you already, and Taehyung liked that.

“Well, Captain Taehyung, it was an acceptable kiss. I definitely have enough material to write a kissing scene.” You tease him right back, which makes his cock once again twitch against you.

In all the times you teased him about how he used to call himself “Captain Taehyung,” it never made his cock throb like that.

Shit, it seemed cumming in his pants wasn’t off the table yet.

It was just because he had not been with anyone in a while.

That’s all.

“You sure know how to make a guy feel special. Don’t worry. You don’t have to lie. I can feel you soaking through my pants.” He admitted it as he continued to lightly kiss your shoulder.

You arch up into his touch and card your hands through his hair.

Yeah, he needs to stop, as his cock is still impossibly hard, and he swears one roll of your hips might make him lose it. But he can’t stop. He doesn’t want to stop. It feels so damn good.

“You’re one to talk. You got hard the second I kissed you. Don’t think I can’t feel that monster between your legs poking into me.” You tease back as you roll your hips, and Taehyung squeezes your sides.

Fuck, he is teetering on the edge again.

He’s had girls drive him crazy before.

But never like this.

And never from just kissing and a little dry humping.

“Ah, you do know how to make a guy feel special. Thank you for admitting I have a huge cock. I knew it.” He says as he finally pulls away and shoots you a cheeky smile.

You roll your eyes at him, but he sees the smile tugging at your lips.

God, he likes it when you do that.

That was one of the reasons he teased you so much in the past.

For that look alone.

Before Taehyung can open his mouth, your stomach growls, and you duck your head in embarrassment.

“You didn’t eat dinner?” He asks as you finally push yourself up and off his cock to sit beside him.

He misses your warmth right away.

“I got stood up, remember. Then I cried in the car and came right here.” You admit as Taehyung stands up and helps you off the couch.

“I ordered food tonight and have too many leftovers. Come on, I’ll make you a plate.” He adjusts his cock in his pants so it doesn’t stick straight out in an obscene way, and you nod slowly as you lean forward and kiss him again.

It’s much different than the first one, as it’s slow and sweet. Just a peck.

“Thanks for helping me with this. I really appreciate it.” You say softly as you pull away, and Taehyung slowly opens his eyes.

“No problem. It’s just a friend helping out another friend, right?” He says as he makes his way to the kitchen.

“Right.” You echo back.

But even with all the friends-with-benefits he’s had, a kiss has never fucked him up in the way yours did.

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Mira is one of my fave OCs I have written so far because she is just so good and so fun. And yes Taehyung is growing up (slightly) hehhehe

Chapter 2

Word Count: 4.6K

Paring: Taehyung/Reader (Side Jikook)

Rating: 18+ MDNI!!!

Tags: Porn with plot, POV switch, mentions of past bad relationship, fourth wall what fourth wall, mentions of reading and watching porn, slight alcohol consumption, male masturbation, cum shot, orgasm, fantasizing, god the way I wrote Taehyung makes me feel things

Authors Note: The plot is plotting ;)

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The thing about Mira is that she is a good friend. A really, really good friend.

She is the type of friend who will drop anything to help you, be ready to defend you, and is your number one fan.

So, one month after the incident with Taehyung, you text her the dreaded SOS text, and she texts you back minutes later, letting you know Hoseok is going out with the boys tonight, and you can come over whenever.

The drive to her place isn’t long, and by the time you park your car, you already feel calmer.

Her front door opens, and she wraps you in a hug that makes you smile against her soft hair.

“Come in! Hoseokie just left, so it’s just us. I’m prepping the cookie dough.” She motions for you to take off your coat and shoes and follow her to the kitchen, where the oven is already preheating. The emergency cookie dough has already been shaped into balls and placed on a baking sheet.

The other thing about Mira is that no matter what, she always has cookie dough in case of an emergency.

She really is a great friend.

“So tell me what happened.” She says, leaning against the counter with a worried look on her face.

“Well, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?” You ask, sliding onto her barstool at her large kitchen island and letting out a long-winded sigh.

“Wherever you want to start.” She says softly.

You can’t help but smile. God, you love her so much.

“Well, the good news is my book is number ten on trending. It’s popular on websites I have never even heard of!” You feel a sense of pride bloom in your chest.

You still couldn’t believe you were a published author, and people took the time out of their day to read your stuff. It blew your mind.

“That’s amazing!” Mira exclaims, nearly vibrating with excitement.

“Yeah, my publisher called about two hours ago and told me! It’s great news, and I’m really happy, but….” Your voice trailed off as you began to bite your lip anxiously.

“They want me to write a sequel to the first book.” You say, shifting in your chair as you feel the ball of dread in your stomach grow.

Mira’s eyes widen, and she shoots you a beaming smile.

“This is good news! That’s so exciting! Wait, what is it going to be about? In the end, the couple got together and lived happily ever after.” She asks as the oven timer dings, and she bustles around the kitchen putting the cookies in the oven.

“It seems the fans have fallen for Ryder and Sabrina.” You say, slightly blushing.

Ryder and Sabrina were two of the most fun characters you had ever written. They were the classic happy sunshine boy and grumpy moody girl tropes that everyone seemed to love. She pretended to hate him, and he always blatantly flirted with her.

Even though you loved the main story a lot, the dynamic between these two characters was always more fun to write, the bickering, the teasing, and the putting their differences aside to team up together to get the main couple to finally admit their feelings.

“Oh, those two were hot,” Mira says as she shuts the oven door and spins around, winking at you.

You blushed and waved your hand at her.

After the book was published, Mira was one of the first ones to finish it. She admitted to staying up all night and reading it despite Hoseok telling her multiple times to just go to bed.

After she finished, she wrote you a one-page letter praising the book over and over, going over the parts she loved, the parts that made her scream, and writing the best review you could ever ask for.

Something she did point out, though, is the glaring similarities between Ryder and Sabrina and the two other people who seem to be at each other’s throats and like to tease and bicker.

You waved her off, saying that it meant nothing, and you most definitely didn’t accidentally make Taehyung a character in your book because that would be insane.

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun with them, and I am excited to write them again, but there is a big glaring problem.” You explain.

“My team said the first book was wonderful and got great reviews. Some people reviewed it and said they wished I didn’t… gloss over some of the… sexier parts.” You grimaced.

“For part two… For Ryder and Sabrina, they want—and the fans want—it to be more…mature.”

Mira’s eyes widen.

“You are a mature writer, though. You’re an adult. This isn’t a kid's story.” She says slowly, and you shake your head.

“What I mean is my editor wants me to add some spice. Some smut, if you will.”

Mira’s jaw drops.

“Basically because there is so much built-up chemistry between Ryder and Sabrina, she wants me to make this book…hotter. Like a full-on sex scene hotter, and I am freaking the hell out because how am I, of all people, supposed to write that!?” You fret, once again biting at your lip and staring at your friend with panic all over your face.

“Your editor wants you to write smut? Why?” Mira asks slowly, taking off her apron and hanging it up.

“I don’t know!? I guess it’s all the rage now, and it’s what the people want. Women don’t want to watch porn; they want to read porn, and my editor thinks it will make sense for this book. I was able to get away with it in the first one! It was a cute story, but now she wants something more, and I don’t know if I can deliver that!?” You are full-blown panicking now, chest heaving and anxiety gripping your insides.

Mira slowly took your hand and guided you over to the couch; you sank into the cushions and let out a weary sigh, covering your face with your hands.

“I can’t write something like that? My sex life is a joke. I don’t have the experience for that.” You say, voice rising with the anxiety that is gripping you tightly.

“It’s okay; let’s take it slow and figure this out together.” Mira soothes as you crack open an eye to stare at her.

“Have you tried getting experience from other things? Like watching porn or reading porn.” She asks calmly as you position your body so you are both sitting cross-legged across from each other.

“Yes. Believe me, I’ve read porn, I’ve read fan fiction, and I’ve watched porn. I just feel like I’m lost in a big sea without a raft. My sexual experience was nothing like that, and I don’t know how to write a good experience, let alone a sexy one.”

“And it’s…also. You know. Embarrassing. I’m twenty-seven, and I’ve only made out with a couple of people and had one real boyfriend that turned out to be a big disaster, and now I’m here trying to study porn so I can know what it’s supposed to feel like so I can writeit into my book."

You never were one to compare yourself to others until you got older. Then, you watched as everyone seemed to fall into these easy relationships and find the loves of their lives.

Even Mira just happened to be in the right place at the right time when she found Hoseok. You thought you found it when you first met your ex-boyfriend Simon, but it turned out to be all smoke and mirrors as the relationship seemed to disintegrate right in front of your eyes. You tried to keep hold of it, to work on things, to fix it, but by the time he was finished with you, the damage had been done.

"What about finding someone to have sex with? Like real-world experience?” Mira asks, snapping you from your thoughts as your eyes meet hers.

“Like a sex teacher?” You asked, wrinkling your nose

“Why not?” Mira giggles

“I would. I really would, but after Simon…after what happened…I can’t have a casual fling with someone I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to drag some stranger into this mess.” You say running your hands down your body to show you are a mess.

“Okay, firstly, you are not a mess. You just had a very bad boyfriend who deserves to be punched in his face.”

You giggle.

“Second. You do know whoever ends up with you is going to be the luckiest person on the planet. That’s the thing about love: that person is going to overlook your flaws and any baggage you may carry because they love you. Look at Hoseok and me.” She insisted.

It was very true. Mira dated a guy throughout high school, and right before graduation, he said he didn’t want to do long distance and broke her heart. You were there when Mira made the declaration that she was never going to love anyone again, but then Hoseok showed up. He was kind and patient and was willing to be friends with Mira first and take things slow until she was ready. And now they were engaged.

“I know, but I’m not looking for love. I’m looking for someone I know. Someone willing to let me do this sex thing at my own pace. To be okay that I might have…issues.” You say as the timer for the oven goes off, and Mira pats your hand before standing up to take the cookies from the oven.

You watch as she shoves on her hot pink oven mitts, a gift from Hoseok, before taking them out and letting them cool.

She stands there for a moment before looking back at you with a mischievous smile on her face, before she scoops up her phone and sends a text, fingertips flying over the screen.

“Who ya texting?” You tease as she comes to sit down next to you again.

“Just Hoseok. Wanted to make sure he got there safe.” She replies casually as she pockets her phone.

“So you would be willing to have sex with someone you aren’t dating?” Mira asks you honestly.

“I mean yeah. But it can’t be some random person from an app or some stranger. I’d only be okay with it if it were someone I know. Someone who has experience. Who I could guarantee would be good and willing to help me out. I don’t want to waste my time wading through guys who think they know what to do with their dick.” You explain, as Mira throws her head back and laughs.

Mira’s phone dings, and she eagerly takes her phone from her pocket. She reads the screen with a triumphant look on her face before pocketing it again.

“What are you smiling about?” You can’t help but ask.

“What if I told you I had an idea to solve this problem? What if I also told you, before you shut it down, you have to hear me out?” She says, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I mean…okay?” You say timidly.

“Kim Taehyung is always down to fuck. He doesn’t have a fuck buddy anymore since that scene in your café.” She hints.

You stare at her in shock.

Your heart is pounding in your chest.

“Mira, this is a joke, right? No way in hell am I going to let Kim Taehyung be my sex teacher. You can’t be serious!” You whine.

“Hoseok told me he hasn’t been with anyone since. You said you wanted it to be someone you know, someone who would understand. He went to school with you; he knows what being a writer is like and knows what he’s doing with his dick… I mean, we both have heard the rumours.” She says with a wink that makes heat rise to your face as you feel your stomach swoop.

“Absolutely not. No freaking way.” You argue, crossing your arms over your chest.

Mira just smiles.

“Come on. Kim Taehyung is perfect!”

“No, he’s not.”

“Yes, he is, but you are too stubborn to see it. I mean, he’s practically your male lead in the book anyway.” She teases, standing up to scoop some cookies onto a plate.

“No, he is not!” You argue back.

She hands you a cookie, but you decline for now. Your stomach is too tangled in knots to eat.

“What’s wrong with Taehyung then?” She asks.

You stare at her unblinking.

“Everything.”

“More specific, please.” She almost sings.

“He’s arrogant.”

“Not really; he kind of grew out of that.”

“He thinks he’s hot shit.”

“He is hot. Come on, even you can admit that man is fine.”

“He’s cocky.”

Mira giggles.

“Isn’t that what you're looking for?”

You reach around to toss a pillow at her head, and she dissolves in a fit of laughter.

“Come on! He’s someone you know! Someone you can learn to trust. He obviously knows what he’s doing with his dick. He’s perfect!” Mira gushes as you shoot her a dark look.

“Is this how low I’ve fallen? Setting me up with Kim Taehyung. I think I’m going to be sick.” You moan, clutching your stomach and rolling your eyes back.

“Oh, so dramatic. You know how many women would kill to get on Taehyung’s dick?” She teases as you hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment.

“Then let them have him! I certainly do not want anything to do with him or his dick.” You cried as Mira giggled alongside you, and you finally pulled your hands from your face.

“You don’t have to go for it. Just promise me you will at least think about it. Sure he’s fuckboy Taehyung and hasn’t exactly grown up yet, but he cares about you. I know he does. Hoseok told me he borrowed your book from Jimin and Jungkook just so he could read it.” She explains as you finally reach for a cookie and bite into it.

“Wow. That’s. Wow.” You say as you take it in.

You never thought Taehyung would actually be interested in your book, let alone ask his friends to borrow it.

“And you did say the conversation you had at the café after that girl stormed out was nice.” Mira points out as you shoot her a pointed look from across the couch.

“It sounds like you are trying to set me up with him.” You say with a quirk of your eyebrow.

“Yes, I am. I’ve always thought you both would be perfect for each other. You don’t fall for his charismatic shit. He literally stopped calling himself Captain Taehyung when you pointed out that it made him sound like a big-headed douche. You have power over him.” Mira says, reaching for cookie number two with a grin.

“I don’t have any power over him, and I don’t want any power over him. He’s still infuriating, you know.” You say as you finish your cookie and stare outside at the sun setting, painting the living room with soft pinks and rich orange hues.

“Infuriating, sure, but I still think he’s the perfect man for the job. Just think about it, okay? That’s all I ask is that you keep an open mind.” Mira asks, patting your knee and offering to order you both some dinner.

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Taehyung was sitting at the bar, wishing he were anywhere else.

Hoseok sent a text in the group chat saying Mira needed the house for a girl’s night, so he was going to hit the bar if anyone wanted to come.

Tae jumped at the chance, as it had been a while since he had gone out, but now he was regretting it immensely and wished he had just stayed home.

It was a Friday night, and while the bar was full of people mingling about, chatting it up, and buying each other drinks, Taehyung felt like he was watching from the outside, a million miles away.

A hand on his arm shook him from his thoughts as he turned to see Jimin’s smiling face.

“Hey Jimin, what’s up?” He asked as his best friend looped an arm around his shoulders and took Hoseok’s vacated seat next to him.

“What’s up with you? You look sad…and moody. What’s going on, Taetae?” Jimin asked, and Taehyung slowly smiled.

Jimin always had the uncanny habit of knowing when something was wrong with Taehyung, even when he didn’t know what was wrong himself.

“I’m okay, just been a long week, and I guess I’m not feeling it tonight.” He sighs as his fingers play with the beer bottle in front of him. It tastes bitter and warm, and he scowls when he pulls it from his lips.

“You? Not feeling it?” Jimin jokes as he places a small hand against Taehyung’s forehead to check his temperature.

“Are you sick? Injured. This place is crawling with women who have been eye-fucking you since we got here, and you aren’t feeling it?”

Taehyung looks around to see if Jimin is right.

Several women are looking his way with appreciative smiles on their faces, and Taehyung knew he could have the pick of any of them, but he just wasn’t in the mood.

Ever since Sydney caused the scene a month ago, he has just been doing his own thing. He didn’t even want to fuck someone at this point because it just seemed like too much work, and the girls he chose didn’t know the first thing about staying detached.

“Nah, I’m good, Jiminie. Just in a funk. I’ll snap out of it.” He says as Hoseok and Jungkook return to the table with Jin and Yoongi in tow.

Seokjin and Yoongi were some of Hoseok’s coworkers who also agreed to come out tonight. Taehyung liked them; they were good guys.

He especially liked Yoongi, who pushed a cold beer in front of Taehyung and swapped out his lukewarm one with ease.

“Guys, I think Taehyungie is sick.” Jimin frets as Jungkook wraps an arm around his lover and presses a kiss to his cheeks, which makes Jimin giggle.

“What happened? We were gone for like ten minutes max.” Hoseok exclaims, looking over at Taehyung, who took a sip of his cold beer and kept his head down.

“He doesn’t want to take anyone home tonight. He said he’s not feeling it.” Jimin blurted as everyone at the table’s eyebrows shot up, and Taehyung groaned.

“I’m fine. Jiminie is being dramatic. I’m just not feeling it right now. I don’t want anyone. That’s not a crime.” Taehyung defended himself, shooting Jimin a look.

“Not a crime but odd for you, Tae,” Jin said.

“Wait, I thought you were with some chick? Australia or whatever?” Yoongi asked as a couple of people started to move tables to make a dance floor.

“She got too clingy; I let her go.” He explains, not bothering to look at anyone, and instead just focusing on the people dancing.

“You mean she caused a scene and walked out on you?” Jungkook offered with a shy grin that made Taehyung shoot him the finger.

Which only made him laugh.

“Wow, is this the first time in history Tae wasn’t the dumper but the dumped? Maybe that’s why you are in a funk,” Jin offers as some pretty girl comes up and asks him to dance.

He winks at the others before disappearing into the crowd with his drink held high and the girl leading the way.

“Wait, were you falling for her, Taehyung? Is that why you are so upset?” Jimin asks, and Taehyung shakes his head.

“No, Jimin. I do not fall for my hookups. That’s like hookup rule number one,” he snaps, feeling irritated.

“Wait, so you don’t have a hookup at all?” Hoseok asks as Taehyung turns to face his friend.

“No Hoseok, I do not.” He says, feeling like his clothes are all wrong and way too tight and that he is being scrutinized under a microscope by his friends.

“Okay, don’t bite my head off. Mira just wanted to know, that’s all.” He says, typing a message back as Taehyung’s eyebrows lift.

“Your fiancé wants to know if Taehyung is fucking anyone right now? That’s a little weird, you know.” Yoongi points out with a cocked eyebrow.

“She’s having a girls’ night with her friend, and I don’t know. I don’t ask what they talk about; I just answer. Sometimes it’s better not to know.” Hoseok defends as Taehyung’s ears perk up.

Some friend always meant you.

Were you asking if he was hooking up?

Were you…interested?

There was no freaking way, right?

Taehyung decided he had enough of tonight and slowly slid off his bar stool, throwing money on the table and eyeing the nearest exit.

“Listen, I’m going to head out. I’m just really not feeling it, and I don’t want to drag you guys down. I’ll call a cab.” He says as the others frown.

“You don’t have to leave!” Hoseok whines.

“We’re sorry about teasing you.” Jimin pleads, but Taehyung just wraps his coat around his body and bids them farewell as he steps out into the street and waits for his ride to arrive.

By the time he gets home, Taehyung is bone tired.

He shucks off his shoes by the front door and rubs his hands over his eyes. This was an extra-long workweek, and he was grateful that he had the next two days off because mentally, he felt like he needed it.

He strolled through his space, dropping off his coat before heading to the shower to begin his night routine.

He quickly texted Jimin to let him know he made it home safe, as the water from the shower warmed up.

Taehyung stripped down and stepped under the hot spray. The water immediately relaxed his tired muscles.

He let the water run down the planes of his body and got his hair wet even though he wasn’t planning to.

Steam danced around his ankles as he squeezed out his body wash and got to work scrubbing off the dingy bar smell.

He took his time on his arms and legs, giving them a little massage as he worked. He scrubbed his back the best he could, and when he soaped up his legs and inner thighs, he felt his cock start to thicken between his legs.

Ever since Sydney, he had not been with anyone else but his right hand. Maybe that was why he was feeling so damn frustrated and in a funk.

Sure, throughout his life, he had some dry spells, but a whole month was almost unheard of in his books.

He always had some girl looking at him or chasing after him.

He knew he could have taken anyone home from the bar tonight, but he just didn’t feel the desire to do so.

Taehyung’s long fingers massaged his slowly hardening cock and fondled his balls as he worked.

He couldn’t remember the last time he gave himself an orgasm, and that thought alone was troubling.

Is this what growing up was like? Losing your libido and not even wanting to touch yourself?

Taehyung didn’t like the sound of that.

He let the warm water rush over his thighs and cock as it stood up hard and proud against his stomach.

He hissed when his delicate fingers wrapped around the thick base, and when he began to stroke himself, Taehyung felt a zing of pleasure race down his spine.

He closed his eyes and pressed one hand to the tiled wall as he worked his cock to full hardness and flicked his wrist in the way he liked so much.

God, this felt good.

His hand began to speed up as rivulets of water ran down his spine, making him shiver under the heat of the shower.

His stomach began to coil in pleasure, and Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to conjure up a sexy fantasy that would make him cum.

He began to whimper and fuck his fist faster as the fantasy came into focus. It wasn’t one he normally chose but it was making him hard and needy as he worked his aching cock.

The water

The baby blue shirt

The soft nipples poking out.

Your horrified expression

The way his cock throbbed in his pants

Now you are…

Oh god, you are sinking to your knees right there in the middle of the party to pull his pants down.

You are wrapping your lips around his hard cock, and he can still see your nipples poking out from under your damp shirt.

Taehyung’s fist sped up on his cock; the pleasure in his body was almost becoming too much as he began to fuck into his fist, the wet noises lewd over the spray of the shower.

He needed to cum.

Fuck, he needed to cum so badly.

His hand curls against the tiled wall and tries to dig into the slippery surface as he can’t stop thinking about you.

In his mind’s eye, you wrapped your lips around his shaft and began to suckle the head.

Oh fuck, it feels so good.

Taehyung is past the point of no return, and his cock throbs in his hand as he works himself.

You pull away.

You lick a bold stripe up his cock, and he loses it.

Pleasure explodes throughout his body as his cock shoots cum all over the wall. The vein on the underside of his cock is throbbing angrily as it shoots out more, and Taehyung wails out your name as he throws his head back and works his cock until his cum slowly dribbles out, falling at his feet and getting washed away by the water.

Taehyung lets go when his cock becomes too sensitive and places both hands on the shower wall, breathing heavily like he had just run a race.

He cracks open his eyes to see his cum slowly sliding down the wall, and he quickly turns the showerhead to wash it away.

What the fuck.

He had not orgasmed that hard in…well, he didn’t know.

And since the fuck when did he picture you?

That’s never happened before, and it gives him an uncomfortable, prickly feeling at how hot it was.

He stands under the spray and feels guilt curl around him as he washes his cock and pubic hair before turning off the water and stepping out.

He once again does his skincare nude and pulls on soft sweatpants before climbing into bed.

He checks on his friends’ locations to see that they are all still at the bar, and he smiles to himself. Maybe he just needed an orgasm. He did feel better.

Though the fact that he came to the thought of you giving him head still makes an uncomfortable feeling roll through his body. He hates that he thought of you. He didn’t want you like that.

But most of all, he hated how hard he came and how much he liked it.

He read your book; he had been meaning to give it back to Jimin, but he just kept forgetting to do so. The book was good. It was a heartwarming story of friends and fate pushing two people to be together.

He did find Ryder and Sabrina much more fun, though; there was a lot more chemistry there, and it was obvious who they were based on, which made him chuckle when he read it.

He wanted to tell you in person, maybe rile you up some more to see that cute blush spread across your cheeks. He liked it when he riled you up because you resembled a small, angry kitten. All bark and no bite. It was adorable.

Taehyung felt exhausted from the day and his orgasm, so he snuggled deeper into his sheets and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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Thank you for reading! I feel the same way this Taehyung is everything to me!

Chapter 1

Word Count: 4.5K

Paring: Taehyung/Reader (Side Jikook)

Rating: 18+

Tags: teasing, use of nicknames, POV switch, Taehyung's behavour is kinda gross in this one sorry, flirting. (Not much to tag because it's the first chapter)

Authors Note: I started this story in March and the fact that it is finally being posted is making me kind of emotional! LOL. As always thank you for reading!

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“Hi, welcome to The Oasis. What can I get…you?”

Your voice trails off as you see the couple standing in the doorway, taking in the small café with its warm brown tones and earthy greens.

Your eyes fall on the man with the dark, fluffy hair, and you recognize him immediately.

Your hands curl into fists at your side, blunt nails digging into the skin as you wish you could evaporate on the spot.

Cocky fuckboy, past captain of the soccer team, Kim Taehyung, and his flavour-of-the-week girlfriend just stepped foot into your workplace, and you had no choice but to serve them because you promised to take over for Morena, who needed to take an important phone call.

This must have been a cruel twist of fate, a punishment for something, because normally, you didn’t work the front counter.

You were much more comfortable in the back, rolling out dough and singing along to songs from the small old-school radio Mi-Suk graciously provided to give you something to listen to while you worked.

Every once in a while, you would choose to listen to music on your phone, opting for songs from your high school and university years that would throw you into a comforting wave of nostalgia.

The man in front of you was a very unwelcome wave of nostalgia, and when his dark eyes finally connected with yours from across the store, they widened in shock for only a brief moment before he was sliding up to the counter with a cocky smile on his face and his girl in tow.

You had not seen him in almost three years, but he still looked the same. Fluffy brown hair that was always a little messy in an endearing way, deep brown eyes, a small freckle on his nose, a wide, boxy smile, and pouty lips that got him out of a lot of trouble.

People tended to bend over backwards for Kim Taehyung, and it infuriated you to no end.

He was just a guy. Sure, he was handsome, but that didn’t give him superpowers or make him important.

But throughout your university years, you watched countless girls fall over themselves just at the mere presence of him walking around.

It was annoying.

“Well, hello. I didn’t know you still worked here.” He said in a smooth baritone voice that reminded you of old jazz music.

“Yeah, I do, though usually I work in the back. So what can I get you?” You ask, trying to get this interaction over as quickly as possible.

Taehyung’s eyes sparkle with mischief, and you know he isn’t going to let that happen.

Lovely.

“Come on, BabyBlue, work with me here. I haven’t seen you in ages, and that’s all you give me.” He croons with a pout on his lips that makes you roll your eyes.

In the back of your mind, you knew you shouldn’t roll your eyes at customers, but you figured someone as infuriating as Taehyung was the exception.

“Don’t call me that ridiculous name, Taehyung.” You bite out as he grins at the furious look on your face.

You thought he would have grown up in the years since you graduated, but it seemed he still was the same pain in the ass as he was back then.

“Oh, sorry BabyBlue, I didn’t know you hated that name. My bad.” He teased in a sarcastically sweet tone as his eyes flicked down to your chest.

That nickname was all his fault anyway.

Taehyung was drunk at a house party and tried to peel you from your very comfortable spot leaning against the wall to dance with him, only to accidentally wobble on his feet and spill his drink all over your favourite baby blue cropped shirt, which was very thin and very see-through, meaning in a matter of minutes everyone in your vicinity could see your nipples poking through the damp fabric.

Taehyung never once apologized; instead, he said, “Oops,” with a boxy grin, and you had to leave the party early before the stain could set in.

While everyone moved on, Taehyung adopted the nickname BabyBlue for you to commemorate that night.

“You know I hate it, Captain.” You shot back as his eyes widened in surprise, but a grin was still plastered on his lips.

You knew you wouldn’t wound him with that name.

Especially since he was the one to come up with that himself.

“Um, do you two have a history or something?” The girl next to him asks as you finally tear your gaze away from his dark eyes and focus on her.

She is shorter than Taehyung, with long curly hair and full lips, which are frowning as she looks between the two of you.

You look at Taehyung to explain, but he seems to be enjoying the chaos as he leans against the counter and doesn’t bother answering her.

What a great guy.

“Yeah, we went to university together a couple of years back. Took the same program. Had the same classes.” You explain.

Her eyes narrow, and you can practically see the gears in her head turning.

“Nothing happened between us, believe me. We just ran in the same circles, unfortunately.” You continue.

The only reason you were stuck with Taehyung as long as you were was because your best friend Mira had to go and fall in love with Taehyung’s friend Hoseok, which made you all a big happy group.

You couldn’t hate Mira for it though; she found the love of her life, and Hoseok was a great guy. He popped the question last year, and Mira accepted. They were getting married in four months, which felt crazy to you because you still remember Mira as the small girl with braids in her hair who offered you half of her snacks at recess one day.

“You mean, fortunately. I’m a delight to have around.” He boasts as the girl next to him giggles and loops her arm around him, snuggling into his shoulder, pleased you were not an ex-girlfriend.

“I wouldn’t call it that. But sure.” You respond.

“Ouch, you wound me. And here I was thinking we were friends. Besties even.” He croons with an exaggerated wink, and you can’t help it as your eyes roll up to the ceiling once more.

“We aren’t besties; you just pretended we were so you could cheat off me in class.” You reminded him.

“And yet you never once let me cheat. So rude you know. It’s always nice to help a friend in need.” He shoots back, enjoying this.

“We were never friends, Taehyung; we just ran in the same circles.”

He frowns.

“Is this because of the Baby Blue incident? I said I was sorry.”

You scoff.

“No Taehyung, you never did apologize for that one.”

His eyes widen.

“Well, you did look hot in that shirt. So hot, I just wanted to cool you down.” He recovers quickly, shooting you a playful smile.

The girl next to him huffs, and you cross your arms over your chest.

“Kinda gross to be talking to me like that when your girlfriend is right next to you.” You point out as he finally looks down at her and back at you, like he forgot she was even there.

“Oh, she’s not my girlfriend. We just fuck. A lot.”

She playfully smacks his arm and scolds him, as you feel heat rise to your cheeks.

“Anyway, what can I get you?” You say falsely bright, trying to change the subject, as you press the screen in front of you to get it to wake up.

“Can I get a latte macchiato with extra foam?” She says as you smile and punch it into the computer.

“And you?” You ask Taehyung, who is still blatantly staring at you.

“What is good here?” He asks, drumming his long fingers against the counter, seemingly more than okay with wasting your time.

“Everything. Now please, just order.” You almost pleaded.

“You never answered my question.” He quips as you fight the urge to strangle him.

Why can’t he just make your life easy and order something so you can move on and hopefully not see him again?

Or at least not see him until Mira’s wedding.

“You never answered mine either. What. Can. I. Get. You.”

Taehyung finally seems to accept you won’t give him any more information as he straightens up and finally takes a peek at the menu.

About freaking time.

“I’ll take a green tea and whatever dessert you think is best.” He orders with a smile.

“All desserts are the best; I’d know; I make them.” You respond before punching in his order.

His eyebrows shoot up.

“Impressive, BabyBlue,” he teases as his eyes scan the desert case to the right.

You don’t bother to answer him; instead, you turn your back and begin to make the drinks, focusing on deep breaths and not letting him get to you. He won’t ruin today. You won’t let him.

However, it seems the girl next to him isn’t having it, as the second you turn around, she begins to argue with him under her breath.

“What the fuck was that Taehyung?” She hisses as you work on the drinks and try your best to focus on the soft music overhead and not their conversation.

“What do you mean babe?” He asks as you see out of the corner of your eye her slip out of his embrace and cross her arms.

“You were flirting with her. Openly flirting with her in front of me.” She hisses under her breath.

“Baby, I was not. That’s just how she and I talk. We banter,” he explains as you finish making her drink and decide to leave it on the back counter while you work on his. You don’t want to be in the middle of this.

“Calling her some stupid nickname? Calling her hot? Openly eyeing her up and down. You just fucked me half an hour ago, and you already have sights on another girl. What is wrong with you?!” She says, unable to keep her voice down, so you hear everything.

“Baby, all you and I do is fuck. That’s the point of fuck buddies. I wasn’t flirting with her, but I’m also a free man.” He defends putting his hands up.

She promptly loses it, and honestly, you don’t blame her.

“You are disgusting, Kim Taehyung! I thought you would grow up and mature, and want to settle down. And here you are drooling over some minimum wage-making barista.” She shouts as her gaze whips over to you.

“Syd, I already told you when this started, I wasn’t looking for anything serious. We went over this, and you were okay with the arrangement.” He reminds her.

You are caught between them like a deer in the headlights, unable to move as you turn around and watch it all go down right in front of you.

“You are twenty-seven for fuck's sake, and you don’t act a day over seventeen! There clearly is some unresolved chemistry or some shit going on between the two of you, and I deserve better than to be tied up in it. Have a nice life Tae. Don’t bother calling me for pussy when you get bored of her.” She snaps as she turns on her heel and storms out of the café, slamming the door on the way out, making the wall décor shake.

The silence that follows is so loud you almost wonder if Taehyung could hear your heart beating under your shirt and apron.

“Are you going to…go after her?” You ask meekly as he turns away from the door and once again leans up against the counter, putting on his cool-guy persona.

“Nah, I don’t chase after women. I laid it out very clearly for her, and she thought she could change me. Don’t need to be running after that.” He responds as he runs a hand through his fluffy hair.

“I don’t know what to say here. Sorry? I guess?” You stammer as Taehyung shoots you a grin.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. The last week or so she had been getting clingy, and I was going to talk to her about it anyway. She saved me from an awkward conversation, so that’s good.”

“Um, okay. So the drinks. Uh….” You trail off, not knowing what to say.

“You never answered my question from before, you know.” He reminded, and all the tension in the room seemed to evaporate as he put on his charming smile and fluttered his eyelashes at you.

“Which one? You asked so many I lost track.” You asked him as you brought both drinks to the front counter.

“The one about you working here. You were top of our class, the smartest person I know, and yet you work here. Nothing against people who do. I have high respect for retail and food workers. I just… Don’t get it.” He explains as you push his drink towards him and pick out a chocolate chip muffin from the case.

“When I graduated, I knew I wanted to be an author, but those things take time. So I asked the owner, Mi-Suk, if I could work full-time while I write. Well, it’s been years, and I have a book published now, but I like working here. I like baking, so I decided to keep it as my main source of income while I write.” You say to him as you place the muffin in a small brown box and close the lid to keep it fresh.

You weren’t sure why you were telling Taehyung all this. Maybe you felt bad that he had just gotten broken up with. Maybe you knew telling him the truth would finally get him to shut up.

All you knew was this was one of the first times you actually had a conversation with him, a real one without teasing and being at each other’s throats, and it was…well. Nice

“You wrote a book? What’s it called?” He asked, clearly impressed, as you wiped your hands on your apron.

“Why? You want to leave me a bad review. Payback for not helping you in university?” You tease as he grins and runs a hand through his hair once more.

“Nah, I want to know what genre you ended up picking. You were undecided back then.”

You are taken by surprise that he even remembers that. You weren’t necessarily close in university. He spent all his time trying to mooch answers off you, and you spent most of your time trying to pretend he didn’t exist.

“Uh, it’s called The Tangled Web of Love and Friendship… I ended up going with romance.” You say nervously.

Before Taehyung can respond, Morena bursts through the back door and immediately apologizes about how the doctor's call was not supposed to take that long and how they lost her files, so they had to put her on hold for an extra ten minutes to find them.

She is talking so fast and in such a hurry that she doesn’t notice Taehyung standing there.

Until she does.

“Oh. Um. Hi.” She says, her demeanour immediately changing as she smooths a hand down her apron and tucks her long hair behind her ears in a shy kind of way.

“Hi. How much do I owe?” He asks, turning back to you as Morena is staring at him in the way most women stare at Taehyung.

Starstruck.

“I’ll pay for both drinks; don’t worry about it.” He says as you ring him through.

He takes both drinks and his muffin and shoots Morena a small, polite smile before turning to you.

“Good to see you again, BabyBlue. And, uh, sorry about the shirt.” He says with a wink before turning around and exiting the cafe.

You watch him go and aren’t sure how to feel. Sure, he was still incredibly cocky and arrogant, but that small civil talk you had was…nice.

“Okay, tell me everything. That man is so hot, I just about melted to the floor. How do you know him?” Morena squeals as she jogs behind the counter to stand next to you, eyes full of excitement.

“It’s just Taehyung. We went to school together.” You say, moving behind her to let her take her spot at cash.

“Is he single? He’s so hot. Wait, are you interested? I don’t want to overstep if you are.” She chirps excitedly.

“I’m not interested; believe me. He’s all yours.” You say as you start to head back to the kitchen, already putting the interaction with Taehyung behind you.

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Taehyung stretched his arms over his head and groaned when he felt a pop in his back.

He knew he should have painted at his easel in his spare room, but the light in here was too perfect to miss out on, so he shoved his blankets off his bed and set down a towel before sitting cross-legged and getting to work on painting the dazzling sunset in front of him.

Painting was a way for him to calm down after a long day or to silence all of the thoughts that were buzzing around his head, and he was forever grateful that his mother introduced him to it at a young age.

While his father was all about working hard and being a rough and tough man, his mother let him explore his softer side through photography and painting.

Taehyung found a healthy balance between them, though his softer side often pulled more ladies.

What lady can resist a soft, kind, artistic soul?

Taehyung fumbled around for his phone and saw he had sixteen unread messages in his group chat with his friends, so he stood up, collected his things, and cleaned his room.

He knew if he opened the chat, he would get lost in it for hours, so he took a quick shower before even touching his phone.

The hot spray felt great against his skin, and he tilted his head back and let the warm water trickle down his scalp as he lathered his shampoo.

Taehyung took his time in the shower, letting his fingers dance along his skin and letting the water relax his tense muscles from being hunched over a canvas for the last two hours.

His cock began to harden, but he didn’t bother jerking off. He already had sex twice today with a girl he would never have sex with again, and he didn’t feel the need to touch his cock and get himself all riled up.

Instead, he tugged it a couple of times, then let the warm water wash away his body wash as he turned off the tap and stepped out of the shower, towel-drying his hair as he went.

He completed his skincare fully naked to let his body air dry, then he pulled on a pair of soft grey sweatpants; he didn’t bother with a shirt because half the time he slept only in boxers or completely naked anyway.

He turned off most of the lights around his home and settled into the warmth of his bed, pulling the covers back on and scooping up his phone to see what he missed in chat.

Jungkook and Jimin were sending pictures and raving about the getaway they just came back from.

They went to a cabin in the woods for five days, and even though they kept sending pictures of the wildlife, Taehyung knew they got away to fuck like rabbits in a secluded cabin where no one could hear them.

Those two were some of the horniest men Taehyung had ever met.

Jimin and Taehyung grew up together and became instant best friends. While everyone thought Taehyung was Jimin’s platonic soulmate, there was no doubt that Jungkook was Jimin’s romantic soulmate.

They met on the first day of university and have been inseparable ever since.

Hoseok rounded out the group chat.

Smiley, Funny, Sunshine in human form. Hoseok, whom Taehyung met through Jimin, got along so well with everyone that he became a permanent fixture in their group.

He was a year older and often seen as the go-to person for advice, as he was always open and ready to listen.

Hoseok met Mira near the end of their first year and started dating her.

Mira had it all. She was tall and smart and honestly made Hoseok so happy.

With all these couples around, you would think Taehyung would want to settle down and find his own forever person, but he liked being single.

He liked the freedom to do what he wanted, when he wanted, with whom he wanted. Sydney’s little outburst today reminded him once again why he didn’t date. It was just too much work.

Taehyung was snapped from his thoughts when another message came through, and he figured he should answer instead of staring off into space holding his phone.

Taetae: Looks like fun, guys! Glad you made it back safe!

Kookie: Whoa, he lives!!!

Hoba: We thought we would have to call someone to check on you.

Jiminie: Where have you been Tae?

Taehyung leaned back against his headboard and let his legs sprawl out as he typed.

Taetae: Had a busy day then came back here and painted.

Hoba: Painted?

Jiminie: What happened?

Taetae: Nothing. Why?

Kookie: Nothing? Yeah, except you only paint when something has happened or you need to get out of your head.

Taetae: Australia and I broke up. Not why I painted though. The sunset was just pretty.

A rule of thumb for Taehyung was that he never gave out his hookup’s real name. He knew his friends well enough to know they would go on a cyberstalking spree, so everyone got codenames so they couldn’t be found.

Jiminie: What happened?

Hoba: Oh no.

Taetae: Nothing major. She wanted us to be more. I didn’t and she caused a public scene. She stormed out, and I let her go.

Kookie: You told her you just wanted a hookup, though, right?

Taetae: I always do.

Hoba: A public scene. Where were you? I thought you guys only fucked.

Jiminie: Are you okay, Taetae?

Taetae: I’m okay Jimin. I was going to talk to her anyway because she was getting clingy so it worked out for the best.

Taetae: Yes, we fucked Hoba but we both got hungry so I took her to a café like the gentleman I am.

Taehyung trailed a hand down his bare torso as he thought back to the incident at the café. He didn’t mean to bring his friends with benefits into your café specifically… It was just the one that had the best reviews.

And he could see why. The muffin you gave him was phenomenal.

Jiminie: I'm sorry that happened.

Kookie: And in public? Please tell me it wasn’t busy.

Taetae: She got mad because she thought I was flirting with the barista.

Hoba: Were you flirting with the barista Tae?

Taehyung barked out a laugh. His friends knew him well.

Taetae: For once no. But Hoba you have been withholding information, you know.

Jiminie: Wait, what? What info?

Hoba: Huh?

Taetae: You didn’t tell me BabyBlue still worked at The Oasis. Imagine my surprise when I see her behind the counter.

Kookie: Oh shit.

Hoba: What did you do Taehyung? She is my fiancé's best friend, please, for the love of God, leave her alone. Mira is stressed enough from wedding planning.

Taetae: Nothing! We just talked then Australia flew off the handle

Kookie: So you were flirting then?

Jiminie: I think you can’t help but flirt when you are around her Tae. You’ve been like that for years.

Hoba: Please tell me you didn’t call her that stupid nickname to her face. You know she hates it.

TaeTae: Oops.

Hoba: Oh my God Taehyung.

Taetae: What? She called me Captain right back! And it was not flirting you two! So stop it! We do not flirt.

Jiminie: Yes but you appointed yourself the “Captain Taehyung” title in university because you thought it would get you more women.

Kookie: Did that ever actually work?

Taetae: I’ll have you know I got laid plenty of times because of that name thank you very much!

Hoba: So you flirted with her and your girl stormed out. Classy Tae.

Taetae: We did not flirt. It was playful banter besides, Australia knew she and I were never going to be serious.

Kookie: I agree with Jimin. I think you can’t help but flirt with her. She doesn’t fall for your charms and it makes you mad

Taehyung sat back and bit his lip. He wasn’t flirting with you. He didn’t like you like that. He just liked the flustered look on your face when he teased you. It was…adorable. Plus, you were one of the only girls who didn’t immediately fall at his feet, and something about that always made him want to work harder around you. It kept him on his game because he took pride in the fact that everyone seemed to adore him.

Everyone except you.

Hoba: Please just leave her alone Tae. I’m serious! With the wedding coming up I don’t need you two at each other’s throats.

Taetae: Believe me, I was just as surprised to see her as she was to see me. Did you guys know she is a published author?

Kookie: ...Yeah?

Jiminie: Duh.

Hoba: Yes.

Taehyung frowned.

Taetae: Hoba you don’t count because you are marrying her best friend. Jimin? Kook? How did you know?

Jiminie: Because we ask about our friends we went to school with. We don’t spend our time trying to get under their skin.

Kookie: Jimin and I bought her book. I could loan it to you if you want.

Taetae: I do not spend my time trying to get under her skin. She’s just very easy to rile up.

Hoba: Oh god.

Jiminie: You mean flirt with?

Taetae: Nope. Good try though. And yes Koo I will take a look at her book. Can I come to pick it up after work tomorrow?

Kookie: Sounds good.

Taehyung dropped his phone on his chest and stared up at the ceiling. He felt weirdly proud that you did something with your degree instead of him, who ended up working an office job for his father.

Taehyung quickly pulled up his search engine and searched for your book.

His eyes widened when he saw that it was number fifteen on trending and received a lot of praise. He kept scrolling, reading review after review of people saying it was one of the best love stories they had read in a long time.

Taehyung was pleasantly surprised, as he knew you only dated one guy in university named Simon, who was an absolute pompous dickhead.

When he found out what went down between you and Simon, Jimin had to lock him in the dorm so he didn’t storm down the hall and punch Simon right in his ugly ass mouth.

He was just… protective of one of Mira’s friends, that’s all.

Taehyung set his alarm and turned out the light. He shucked off his sweatpants and pulled the covers over his naked frame.

However, sleep wouldn’t come because all he could think of.

Was you.

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