#Three guesses as to who gave Jin that hickey X'3

[kpersonkwriter]

Yes? (Slight M)

Author: kpersonkwriter

Pairing: You x Taehyung (Established relationship AU)

Rating: Mainly fluff, slight 18+ 

Warnings: Handjob (ish), mentions of public sex, mentions of men being dickass boyfriends

Word Count: 5005

Summary: Taehyung, your boyfriend of 3 years, pops the question.

A/N: Finally I hear! I know that I had said that I was writing this months ago and can only apologise for it taking so long. Being ill, swamped up on university work (urgh I hate group projects) and personal stuff really drained me. But it’s written now! And I’m starting my next fic. My WIPs is updated now and I’ll update it as I write. Have a good day you lovely people!

“Tae, what are you doing?” You had asked with your eyes still closed, your lips threatening to turn upwards at the silly man, your boyfriend of 3 years, next to you.

“Camera one.” He turned to look at you with one eye closed. “Camera two.” He opened that eye whilst opening the other, his boxy smile threatening to spill at the absurdity to what he was doing at 7 in the morning on a Sunday before repeating the process. “Camera one. Camera two.”

“Come on Y/N?! You haven’t seen Wayne’s World?” He asked in mock horror at your apparent poor taste in films, “You know! The scene where Mike Meyers looks down at the beautiful woman and looks at her with alternating eyes?” He chuckled, repeating his alternative winking as he took in the way that the morning light reflected off your features. He couldn’t help but marvel at your beauty every time he saw you – the way that your eyes sparkled, highlighting your glowing skin despite your hair being a mess from activities from the night before. “The air guitar in that film is stuff of legend Y/N!” He added with a soft chuckled as he leant over to press his lips before your ear before trailing soft peppers down your jaw line and neck, leaving you giggling at the way his breath tickled your skin.

“Mmm,” You smiled at the feeling of him moving closer towards your lips as you threaded your hand in his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. “This is a much better way of waking me up than your strange winks oppa.”

“Not strange winks jagiya. Camera one and two!” He alternated winking again with his boxy smile fully evident, making you laugh at the ludicrousness at the situation. “You’re so beautiful so I have to make sure that my eyes are in focus before looking at you properly.”

You smiled widely as you reached for his hand to hold them together, repositioning yourself so that you were now facing him. His hair was still out of place from last nights’ activities after getting home from Seok Jin’s engagement party. Taehyung had murmured that the reason as to why he had a hard time keeping control was due to your tight dress that you wore which hugged your curves as you went around to talk to your friends as he conversed with Yoongi, Jung Kook and Hoseok in the corner of the club that Jin had rented. Jin had still been playing the role of the host with his fiancé, telling dad jokes to friends of his which allowed his laugher to be heard across the room (Yoongi had even said that it was a wonder how she hadn’t gotten sick of them yet), Namjoon had not so subtly dragged his girlfriend towards the bathroom and Jimin was by the bar, chatting with some brunette whilst Jung Kook was making out with someone in the toilets.

In the midst of all the people, you had caught your boyfriend of 3 years staring every so often from across the room, lips held in between his lips, his almond eyes pooled with lust and his jaw heavily clenched as he watched you talk with Yoongi and Hoseok’s girlfriend animatedly. The three of you being similar in age meant that you had gotten on well, sharing worries over the boys’ differing jobs as well as the latest embarrassing stories that had occurred since you had last seen each other. You had cocked your eyebrow at your man, sending him a small wink, before returning back to the conversation at hand missing the way Taehyung’s eyes had darkened as he subtly, as subtly as he possibly could do as Hoseok ranted to Yoongi that he was left in charge of teaching Jimin’s dance class alone as Jimin was meeting a friend the next day, shifted in his seat to relieve the tightness he felt in his trousers.

It hadn’t even been an hour when you felt his hands at your waist, giving you a small peck on the cheek as he smiled sweetly at the girls in front of you. You scoffed at the duality of your man knowing that this sweet persona would cease to exist as soon as you got home. “Excuse me ladies, mind if I get my girl back?”

“Course Tae, myself and Ji Young had better be getting back to the boys anyway. Yoongi looks like he’s had enough of Hoseok’s drunk ramblings.” Hyesook chuckled as she nodded her head to the boys at the booth. You turned your head round and chuckled softly at the way Hoseok had moved his hands exaggeratedly as he was telling his story much to Yoongi’s eye roll as he took a sip of his drink, whiskey knowing him.

“See you later Y/N.” Soo Jin waved, giving you a wink that you wished had been much more subtle, leaving you with your boyfriend. The girls had barely left before Taehyung roughly attached his lips to the crook of your neck, hands lowering to your ass as he grabbed them roughly.

“Tae, we’re in public.” It was planned to come out as a warning, to stop your boyfriend from groping you in public, yet the moan that came out instead only made him smirk, fuelling his desire even further.

“They’re all either too drunk to care or hooking up themselves.” It was a fact. Approaching almost midnight, and thus the end of the engagement party, people were busy facing the reality that they had reached their alcohol limit, people were either drunkenly (and embarrassingly) stumbling or were in the midst of trying to multitask by getting an Uber and still maintaining the kiss.

“Oppa, let’s go home.” You whispered. As much as you two had already tried public sex before, your heels were killing you and you’d much rather be fucked relentlessly in the comfort of your boyfriend’s own bed rather than a stall in the toilet.

“Urgh fine but hurry up.” He relented and whined of course as he gave you a quick kiss before he helped to collect your things, throwing a half – hearted ‘bye’ to Yoongi, Soo Jin, Hoseok and Ji Young before you entered the taxi that you flagged down hurriedly.

You had to stifle a laugh however as luck was clearly not on Taehyung’s side. Your driver had been an elderly man, reminiscing tales of how him and his wife had met as he drove through the dark back streets to his shared apartment. You both had alcohol coursing through your body but were polite enough not to make the back of the car stained by your lust fuelled desires although it clearly didn’t stop your boyfriend from snaking his hands underneath your dress, smirking as he felt how wet you already were for him. It was undeniable – the man did something to your insides that’s for sure.

Quick rushed kisses had been stolen as you had tried to make your way up to the confines of your boyfriend’s apartment after thanking your driver. You hadn’t, in the midst of Taehyung leaving hickeys on your neck, missed the not so subtle wink your driver (named Ernie) had sent you as you let yourself get dragged into the building, both of you a giggling and breathy mess.

Stumbling into the elevator, you guessed it was the risk of getting caught by judging old women who lived in Taehyung’s apartment complex that made you slide your hands to undo the belt buckle that held his trousers in place.

“Fuck Y/N.” A small groan had left your boyfriends’ lips, taking a break from leaving multicoloured bruises on the channel of your neck, as his hips unconsciously bucked towards your hands trying to create friction. Your hands reaching to grab his hardening cock over his boxers made it impossible not to have images plague his mind of the time about a month ago that you had risked having public sex. It wasn’t in broad daylight – you had watched a late – night screening of Infinity War even though it had been months since its release and the only other people in the cinema were a couple of people who still hadn’t gotten over half the characters turning into dust. It was the idea of getting caught, or the fact that Taehyung had fucked you hard that night, that made you cum two times.

“Level 4.” The automated voice made Taehyung curse under his breath as you had been whispering sinful things into his ear as you had been stroking him over his boxers so that he was painfully hard. The doors hadn’t even fully opened when he lifted you up before taking the pair of you to the door of his flat. Keys fumbling in his hands, it took him a while to finally successfully open the door as you nipped on his collarbone, now reaching into his boxers to palm his hard cock.

The door hadn’t even fully clicked shut before Taehyung backed you up against the wall, fingers immediately finding its way to your wet folds whilst the other held both your hands up above your head.

“Do you know how hard it was for me to look at you from across the room tonight?” He growled dangerously close to your ear. “You parade around talking with the girls as I watched how your dress hugs you so tight.”

“I-“

“I would have taken you right there if you hadn’t insisted on leaving my love.”

“Better late than never.” You just about whispered, feeling a rush of excitement which left your core throbbing as delivered a small smack on your nether lips.

“Bed. Now. And you’d better be naked by the time I get there.” It was an order that you couldn’t dismiss as you began to discard the apparently sinful clothing before lying down on the bed, anticipation with a mixture of adrenaline coursing through your body. Taehyung had come back moments later with ice cubes in a bowl and a cup of water which he placed on the bedside table as he smirked. You had loved using ice previously, one of your favourite things to use during sex, and Taehyung had been quick to experiment with it, being quick to love the reactions that were elicited out of you. Because of that, your excitement had increased tenfold.

“You’re such a slut to be so ready for me my love.” He made his way to hover over you, placing your wrists in the restraints above your head as his breath tickled your ear. You couldn’t help but feel his hard length poking your stomach through his trousers, in which a small thought of you complained in your head at how unfair it was that he had put on his trousers again whilst you were naked and tied down to the bed, and knew that both of you would enjoy the next few hours as he moved to place the blindfold over your eyes. “You remember the safe word love?”

“Liquorice.” You affirmed. It had made sense – you both hated it.

“Good girl. Now let’s see what a slut you are for me huh?” You could imagine his devilish smile that he wore before you felt the ice – cold sensation hitting your skin, making you arch your back as you let out a small gasp. And it certainly wasn’t the first time that he had made you gasp. And scream his name out as he pounded into you relentlessly as you came.

“Tiara or veil?” A sudden question out of the blue had you question if you had heard right. You looked up to your boyfriend who had a nonchalant expression, almost as if the question held the same weight as, or lack of, “coffee or tea?”.

“What?”

“For your wedding what would you wear?”

“Are you asking me to marry you Kim Taehyung?”

“Depends… would you say yes?”

“I’ll leave that to your imagination.” You winked as you only cuddled further into his embrace, his warm touch providing such comfort to you.

“Let me know… I want to make you my Mrs. Kim.” He kissed your hand, eyes lingering on your ring finger, imaging the sparkle of your ring which would reflect in the morning sunlight one day. And he was hoping that it would be sooner rather than later.  

“You assume that I’m going to take your last name?” You raised your eyebrow, enjoying his perplexed expression too much as you goaded a reaction that you knew was there.

“Well I-“ You could almost hear Taehyung’s brain cogs working as quickly as they could so early on a Sunday morning to come up with an answer, fully stumped at having not about you not wanting to take his name.

“You know oppa, in today’s society it’s not totally uncommon for women to keep their maiden name.” You answered in a serious tone, biting back your smile at seeping through at the perplexed and fallen look at the masked his face.

“I know that, it’s just-“

“You thought that I’d be one of those women who’d give up my life at a young age to get married and wander round the house waiting for you to come home whilst I’m bare feet and pregnant?”

“Well I like that mental image but no if you-“ It was the furrowing of Taehyung’s eyebrows that was the final straw for you to burst out laughing, missing Taehyung’s more perplexed face before it turned into realisation. “Hey!” He tried, really tried, to be angry but how could he be when the sweet sound of your laughter filled the room. If Taehyung had to liken it to anything it would be honey.

“I’d at least like to move in with you before we get married oppa and you know I want to get into a stable job.” You smiled, mentally shaking your head. Taehyung was known to be a dreamer, often daydreaming and coming up with future romantic plans without thinking about the practicality of it. It was a trait that made you smile nonetheless, wondering if said romantic plans would come true. Such thoughts had been welcomed after a string of failed relationships which led to heartbreak.

——

Meeting Taehyung when you did had been picture perfect, like a scene from any romantic comedy. You had met him at a party that your roommate Hye Rin had dragged you to, repeating the philosophy that “the best way to get over a guy is to get under another” before hastily adding “except Jeremy from engineering. I heard he’s into some really weird shit”, leading you to roll your eyes at her. She had been your best friend since the start of uni, but you still didn’t understand her logic sometimes despite knowing her for 3 years.

You had been left by said friend about an hour later, who had gone off somewhere with her boyfriend Sung Min, whilst you had been trying to come up with a plausible excuse so you could ditch the guy you were currently holding a conversation with – albeit a one sided conversation with not much talking on your part.  Was it Jake? Or Jack? You didn’t care as he droned on about quantum physics. Desperately, you scanned the room to see if your friend had come up for air with Sung Min at least but was disappointed when you saw she was still sucking faces with him, smiling and nodding at what you’d hoped had been the right times. The statement of disappointed but not surprised seemed too good to be true at that moment.

“Do you want to get out of here? I’d love to hear about you?” He leaned in, took close for comfort, as he rubbed his hand up and down your naked arm.

“Urm I really-“

“She can’t.” An unknown voice interrupted you as you turned around at the owner, silently gasping when you saw him. There stood a tall stranger, dressed in black from head to toe, imposing upon the space that you had previously shared with the guy who was not a stuttering mess. The varsity jacket that he wore defined his broad frame. As well as him being in the football team, whilst the jeans highlighted his thighs specifically, evidence of his football practice you had assumed. In your drunken mind, despite you promising and evidently failing to cut down on alcohol that academic year due to the hot mess of the previous year, you took a step closer to the stranger as he wrapped his arm around your waist, as if it was completely natural. And so you had hoped that your make – up that Hye Rin had insisted that you wear was enough to hide the sudden rush of blood that travelled to your cheeks.

“Who the fuc-“

“I’m her boyfriend and she’s coming home with me.” It was sternness of his voice that made Jake – you had remembered now – not to question it. In all fairness he didn’t even have a chance as the stranger grabbed your wrist gently as he dragged you through the sea of people until you got outside to the pavement, the cool Autumn breeze hitting your skin immediately.

“Thank you.” You had barely come out, now conscious of how close you were standing.

“You’re welcome although you should at least try to look like you’re not in hell.” He chuckled and god it was hot. A mixture of sexy and cute, complete with a boxy smile, you were surprised that your knees didn’t give way right there.

“Kind of hard when he drones on about quantum physic.”

“Really? To a pretty girl like you?”

You nodded – it was sad but true.

“Man if I had a pretty girl like you in front of me Id be so nervous let alone drone on about quantum physics, not that I know much about it any way.”

“Oh? What’s your degree?”

“Art. I'm planning to be an art curator if things go well.” If his smile wasn’t indication enough, the ways his eyes managed to camouflage with the stars in the night sky were enough of an indication to reflect his passion that he had.

“Would you ramble on about art then?”

“Let me take you out and you’ll find out.” He smirked.

“Cute but I don’t even know your name.”

“Taehyung.”

“Y/N.”

“So… about that date then?” ——

Since then three years with Taehyung had been nothing but a dream. He had been patient in you opening up to him, slowly but surely loosening the vice like grip your previous betrayals had on you, as he listened and tried his best to understand you. You had fought of course, some trivial over which Avengers character was the best (Groot by the way) to the more serious but arguments had always been sorted out fairly quickly with the guilty party showing up at the others’ house with tubs of ice cream and flowers along with a sheepish grin or some home – made red velvet cake along with a bottle of pinot noir depending on who was apologising.

Dates were stolen here and there dependent on your schedules, whether it was in between both of your lectures and part – time jobs when you were both students or your final year dissertation and his job as an art curator. His graduation had been a joy, despite ridiculously drawn out in your opinion, as you sat next to his proud parents at being the first person in his family to have attended university. After the celebration, you had met his younger siblings as his parents had treated you for a late lunch before heading back to his for a more intimate present.

It was just over 2 years into your relationship, 9 months ago, that you had unofficially moved into his shared apartment with the rest of the boys. At first it was the occasional week after a particularly long date night which then swiftly moved to you staying the night a couple of nights a week since his apartment was closer to your university placement that you were doing at the time at the local hospital. You had insisted that it would be fine going back to yours, especially since you weren’t paying anything towards your boyfriend’s part of the rent, but he had insisted a home – cooked meal would suffice especially for the boys who would often order take – out. Since then you cooked meals around three times a week, making sure to do extra for the boys, and also baking occasionally which they loved and for which they were grateful for, even gratitude had been said with stuffed mouths. It had still been just over 6 months since you had started cooking for them and you still couldn’t get over how much they ate.

Unofficially moving in had also presented its challenges. From living in a house full of 4 girls who were clean and hygienic to four boys who were dirty, loud and was content with barging in each other’s rooms without knocking, was a shock and took you time to get used to it. The four of you had come up with a system that suited all of you and they came to understand that a little privacy wouldn’t go unnoticed. You affectionately called Yoongi, Hoseok and Jung Kook the grumpy one, the loud one and the cheeky one respectively after their distinct personalities. Yoongi was the most reserved out of the boys, preferring his own company and solitude than be with other people, yet he held a soft spot for the boys and his other friends, Seok Jin, Namjoon and Jimin who came round occasionally. His job as a sound engineer took up a lot of his time and most of your conversations that you had shared were often at night, yours fuelled by insomnia whilst his was fuelled by caffeine. Hoseok had been overbearing at first since you were an introvert but you came to accept that his brightness was for the benefit of others as much as it was his natural personality. His affection for his friends was heart-warming at the very least. It was him that you often talked to after a fight with Taehyung (and unbeknown to you Taehyung had been speaking to him as well) as he opened your eyes to Taehyung’s perspective of things that, in the heat of the argument, had been unable to comprehend. And lastly, Jung Kook had tried of course to flirt with you, his play boy persona coming through, but when you immediately shut him down he had quickly given up to your amusement. Since then he often came for you for advice when his hyung’s advice had failed or were outright ridiculous (stating that he needed advice from “a women’s perspective”) or came to you to request a specific recipe for you to try out in his drunken state, his bunny smile irresistible.

Six months since you “moved in”, you were now lying next to your boyfriend, joking about the prospect of marriage despite it being an unspoken promise you had with each other.

“I have to go.” You groaned, remembering your meeting you had lined up with Min Ha, one of your old co – workers who had recently found out his boyfriend of a year had cheated on her. And then had the cheek to blame her. Dick.

“I’m going to miss you.” Taehyung had sobered, realising that you weren’t going to see each other for two weeks due to winter exams, which would be spent cooped up in the library you were sure.

“I’ll miss you too.” You had answered just as quietly, your heart already starting to pound at the thought of not being with each other, something you had grown accustomed to. You’d fallen into the comfortable and familiar pattern of getting up late, making brunch (and keeping Taehyung away from the pancake batter), studying for a bit before going on a shopping trip which lead to late night walks along the river before coming home. Of course this had only happened for about a couple of days before you two got too lazy and broke to go out on your student budget (and you being insistent that you didn’t want him to pay for everything) but also you two having high sex drives, leading to sex almost every day and always falling asleep in each other’s arms to wake up with smiles on your faces at the view of another sleeping beside you. “I don’t want this to end.” You added softly, tracing absentminded patterns on the small of his back.

“What if it doesn’t?” Taehyung blurted out. His own eyes widened in shock as well before he smiled.

“What are you implying mister?” Your heart had been beating in trepidation, wondering where the conversation would go to.

“I want you us to move in together Y/N.” It was a small whisper, as if Taehyung was unsure. But he wanted you to. He wanted that perfect image of you bare feet and pregnant one day and moving in was the first step. In truth he had wanted this since the beginning, since he had saved you from the boring guy, but knew it was absurd to suggest anything too quickly, knowing that you had to face your own insecurities as well. But now? Now he was ready and he was sure that you were as well. He was in a stable job as an art curator whilst you were now studying for your masters. He was also ready – that he was certain that he didn’t want to wake up to any other person next to him.

You looked at him, trying to discern whether this was a joke or not but Taehyung’s expressions were serious as your eyes widened whilst a slow smile spread across your face. “You want me to move in with you?” Your voice broke slightly near the end, you imagining the fact that your boyfriend wanted you to move in with him. You also knew how much he valued his space with the boys, saying that they were the much needed escape from the adult life of bills to pay despite complaining about the moans of women that he heard often. (You had debated whether it was coming from Yoongi’s or Hoseok’s room; you had betted on Hoseok, Taehyung on Yoongi. Both had been wrong when you woke up to Jung Kook’s girl coming out to the kitchen the next morning to grab some whipped cream with a wink. Yoongi made a disgusted look, Hoseok had complained about how the youngest could get some whilst he couldn’t and Taehyung complained that the youngest was no longer innocent.)

“Positive. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life Y/N.” He kissed your nose. “With one exception maybe.”

“Which is?” You asked, coking your head.

“To make the bare foot and pregnant thing come true, it makes me feel all warm on the inside.” The grin practically radiated to his honey like voice and it was impossible not to smile.

“Warm and tingly… that’s how that all starts no?”

“What things?” Taehyung gulped, feeling warm as you moved to sit on top of him, moving your hips to create friction.

“Making a baby starts with something warm.” You smiled devilishly as you placed a trail of kisses down his neck and down his chest as you inched to the hem of his shorts. Taehyung couldn’t do much except gasp softly when he felt your teeth hook the band of his shorts before pulling them down. It was when he felt your lips on his semi – hard flesh that he smiled, biting his lips as he thought that he’d never been so happy in his life to wake up so early on a Sunday morning. You figured that being late by half an hour wouldn’t kill.

“So, is it a yes?” Taehyung asked, leaning against the doorway as he watched you put on your jacket and boots.

“Huh?”

“You never actually answered my question about moving in.”

“But you never actually asked.” You chuckled, wrapping your scarf around your neck to hide some of the hickeys Taehyung had left last night. Or that morning. You couldn’t remember and they were both equally as red at that moment.

“I did!” He retorted, his voice going up an octave at the unfairness of your accusation before he furrowed his eyebrows thinking, “Didn’t I?” Honestly, the events of the morning had clouded his memory.

“You just implied it Tae.” You chuckled, placing your bag on your shoulder as you snaked your arms around his waist as your arms ran up and down his arms. It was automatic that Taehyung put his harms around your waist, kissing your forehead before holding you closer.

“Oh,” He agreed. He didn’t even know if it was right but he agreed nonetheless. He had learned the hard way that you were always right. “Okay, well then… Y/N will you do me the honour of moving in together?”

“I’d love to Tae.” You grinned, sharing a secret gaze that both of you used, both full of warmth and love as you tip – toed up to kiss him.

Taehyung couldn’t help but puff his chest out a little and smile more widely himself, “Well ok then.”

“Okay then.” You repeated, smiling. “I’d better go before Min Ha kills me for being late but I’ll text you when I get home.”

“It’s not too early to look online for places right?” He grinned, knowing what he would spend his Sunday doing.

“Never. I’ll text you later. I love you.” You grinned, hugging him one last time before calling the elevator.

“I love you too.” He smiled as he shut the door as you left.

“So can I get hyung’s room? It’s a double and mine is a single which is uncom-“

“Hey, I haven’t even moved out yet!”