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Every Little Part Of Me | Ch. II

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

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut

Words: 5,839

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

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Chapter Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had never felt so lonely until now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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