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serend1p1ty-0 · 3 years

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autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place

[c!Technoblade x GN!Reader]

Warnings: SFW, Coffee Shop AU, Modern AU, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mentions of beating someone up, but it’s not too graphic

Title: All Too Well ~ Taylor Swift

Word Count: 14.1k words

Author's Notes: So if you remember from my old blog, you might remember a fic called “you could kiss kick the teeth into my head”. Even if you weren’t, you might know that I hate it with a burning passion. It was an old attempt at a coffee shop au and for months I’ve held an unnecessary grudge against the au itself. I rewrote it, taking the story into a direction I had wanted it to go and incorporated heavy world building into it (as I do) so I hope you guys like it!

Fuck you, Exie (lovingly)

Thank you so much to my new beta team, @simpoot , @yamturds , @struggling-with-time , @dreamwvrld , and my 🌰 anon. I appreciate and love you all <3

Summary: As the new recent failure in town, you come home to find a new resident in a town that never changes. On the flip side, Techno thought he found sanctuary in a place far from the past that haunts him. A college drop-out turns his world upside down.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

You’re on your way to the middle of nowhere.

Autumn landscapes whiz on by as the bus wobbles through potholes and dirt roads, heading to a place where nobody goes. The sun is setting, casting the sky into hues of warmth that give off the impression that the world is on fire. Maybe it’d be better if it was. Maybe then, the guilt and shame wouldn’t feel so terrible in your gut, swirling like an inky storm waiting to combust. Maybe then, you wouldn’t feel like you’re walking on eggshells when you haven’t even stepped foot onto the grounds of your old home.

You stare sullenly out of the smudged window, watching the world flash by before being concealed by a wall of trees. There are so many that you can’t see the other side of the forest. Amidst the foliage, you spot the sign (which practically blends into its environment) that welcomes all the unfortunate who’ve managed to find the location. Any sane person would stay blissfully unaware of the place and for good reason. It wasn’t exactly the country’s number one rated town.

The bus station is bare, devoid of any signs of people when you roll in. You shuffle off your transportation with your measly two large suitcases and stare up at the flickering sign that had still been broken when you left before. The grip on the handles of your luggage tighten and a frown etches onto your face.

‘Best welcome home party ever,’ you think sarcastically.

Your parents are definitely supposed to be waiting for you, but there’s no car or parental figure to be found in the parking lot. You eye the sidewalks and sigh. Looks like you’d be taking the long route.

Luckily, you know the way home by heart. No matter where you were, things were always within walking distance in this place. At least, that’s what your dad always said when you were a kid wanting to go everywhere but home. As you soak in the scenery around you, you find that nothing seems to have changed in the two years you’ve been gone. It’s like the clock stopped just for this neck of the woods, remaining forever unchanging and frozen in time to preserve the natural beauty. All the way out here, there’s no streetlights to blind your sight from the stars above during the night.

You can see a faint view of civilization up ahead. The silhouettes of buildings already instill a feeling of anxiety into you, clogging up your throat and making it hard to breathe. Perhaps you could just go back to the station, sleep on the bench for the night, call a bus in the morning, and avoid the humiliation of returning home. But, you know it’s not an option. You wouldn’t be surprised if everybody and their mother heard you were returning. People ask about you just because of small-town politeness. They’d search for your face on the streets just because it was something to get used to again.

You pass by the first building, then the next, and the next until you find your old street lined with houses built in the year something-something or other. Cars are parked along the road because driveways apparently weren’t a thing when the homes were being constructed, and you eventually locate your own. The lights are still on behind the blinds.

As you stop on the sidewalk, you look up at the looming residence and take a deep breath. You bite the inside of your cheek and exhale heavily. Melancholy mixed with nostalgia lingers in your chest, creating a gap that feels vaguely empty.

“Welcome home, y/n,” you murmur bittersweetly.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Technoblade likes it out here.

Days worth of travel away from any actual real civilization, he could pretend his old life never existed. He could live in the present in this sleepy and quaint town where everybody knew everyone. Granted, he currently resided in a shitty apartment that only the most generous person in the world would call home, but it was a roof and an escape. It was doable.

He wakes up one morning to the sounds of thunder.

Gray light spills through the window in his bedroom (that sometimes never latches quite right) and lets him know it’s going to be an overcast day. It’s twenty minutes before his alarm is scheduled to go off, but he rolls out of bed anyway. The mattress gives off an ungodly shriek in retaliation to his movement. It’s a daily reminder that his entire existence has gone down the drain.

Techno worked downtown at a coffee shop that was the newest addition in the line of stores it coexisted with. It paid enough to cover his bills, rent, and food so it was alright. The family that ran it was nice too, having hired him when his record wasn’t exactly the cleanest. Actually, he was the only employee outside of that family.

He shrugs on a white button-up and glances at himself in the mirror. His hair was fading into a dull rosy pink, the natural brown roots of his hair beginning to show. He’ll have to re-dye it soon. Nonetheless, Techno pulls it up into a messy bun, blowing loose strands away from his eyes and checking through to make sure he had his essentials.

Keys? Check. Phone? Check. Earbuds? Check.

...Well, that was all the essentials accounted for.

There’s a nice breeze blowing when he steps out, hair tickling his face as he takes in the scenery. Dark clouds roll overhead as the wind blows multicolored leaves off of their branches to the sidewalk below. They’re the disappointing kind that are squelchy, wet, and don’t crunch underfoot when someone steps on them. People are milling all about, taking walks, heading to jobs, and conversing passively with each other. It’s peaceful out here in the middle of nowhere.

He begins his trek to the coffee shop, popping an earbud in, and scrolling through playlists to search for something to match the weather. He catches snippets of passing conversations, things he’s not supposed to hear as he walks by, and even gets a few hellos from some of the townsfolk. They’re starting to connect him to the community as well.

In the year and a half he’s lived here, he’s come to find that rumors spread like wildfire. It happened when he first moved in and it was happening now as he caught onto a repeating trend in conversation. Somebody was evidently coming home. Someone who was meant to have a life outside of this town. Apparently, it was a shame that “things hadn’t worked out”.

He almost felt that on a spiritual level.

The coffee shop is neither warm nor cold. It keeps a constant satisfying middle temperature suitable for all weather. Phil was smart figuring things out like that. Wilbur greets Techno from behind the counter when he walks in and tells him the aprons had gotten a much-needed wash. They were all endearingly color-coded, an unspoken rule that they’d all been assigned one. Understandably, Techno’s was pink.

Tommy appears from the back with a rag, ready to wipe down tables before the crush of morning coffee enjoyers invades the area. His blue eyes sparkle at the sight of his coworker. He calls him his brother, a running joke that Techno pretended not to care for but still went along with just because it made the others happy.

The three of them settle into a comfortable routine, mopping the floor, dusting off counters, and polishing the windows. It’s familiar and cozy.

For once it was okay.

For once, Techno was okay.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

You don’t think it can get any worse than this.

Your parents had mistaken the date you were supposed to come home, thinking you weren’t due to be back until the next week. They’re polite enough, but you know they’re just dying to know why you'd made this choice. Why you’d up and left all the plans you made as a family. Why you’d just flushed tons of money down the drain for a measly excuse of “it’s not working out”. But they don’t say anything about it and you don’t offer to.

The morning after your return, you wake up with a start. Waking up in your bedroom was something you’d have to get used to again after days of that dreaded dorm.

Your mother is at the kitchen table reading a book and she brightens up when she sees you round the corner.

“Morning, dear,” she greets, taking a sip of coffee, “How are you feeling?”

“Weird,” you answer thoughtfully, “It’s good to be home but it’s...weird.”

“Gonna take some getting used to having you back,” your mom says with a laugh. You always adored her laughter, having been something bright and cheerful amidst the dull colors.

“Has anything changed?” you ask, reaching for the coffee pot.

“Oh!” she interjects, “Don’t make coffee.”

You jolt in surprise before pulling your hand back. Was the water suddenly contagious or something? You wouldn’t be surprised since the town committee here was pretty piss poor. “Why?”

“There’s a new coffee shop down on old Chestnut Avenue,” she makes a vague motion behind her where the road stretched into the busier portion of the area, “Remember Mr. Minecraft and his family?”

“Yeah.”

“They run it.”

The aforementioned man was the town’s nice guy, though the same couldn’t be said of his kids. You were only two years older than Wilbur but tales of the chaos he created with his little brother never ceased to amaze you. So a coffee shop wasn't exactly what you expected of them. However, you don’t have an excuse to not at least go and check it out. Your mom tells you to be safe. You promise to say hi to Phil and Kristin for her. With that, you were on your way.

There were only a few clouds in the sky but it wasn’t the depressing gloomy filter that sometimes occurred on rainy days. The sidewalks are familiar with your weight, covered in leaves that are definitely not crunchy. Lame.

Your next-door neighbor is raking leaves and he squints when he sees you exit the front door. Maybe college made you look like a drug dealer that doesn’t get enough sleep, who knows? Nonetheless, he shouts a greeting and you answer back as you pass him by. Multiple people exclaim your name as you walk towards downtown, all of them familiar faces you link with your childhood. You grew up with them and it’s impossible to not acknowledge that.

Autumn is in session right now which means that all the stores are decorated with orange and black. There’s a persistent scent of pumpkin spice in the air and imagery of pumpkins, ghosts, and black cats are at every twist and corner. The decor covers the local greasy pizza place, the crappy diner that probably houses a million rats, the convenience store that everybody got basically all their things from, it’s everywhere. However, it only sparsely covers one shop and it causes you to stop in front of it.

The place sort of sticks out like a sore thumb with the lack of autumn spirit, the sign above the glass doors reading “Sleepy Beans Café” in black painted calligraphy. The paint job on the building is brighter, unlike the surrounding buildings whose color has faded with time. There’s two large windows that allow you to see into the main area and you can see the shadowed outlines of tables and chairs, some of them occupied. A figure stands at the counter, presumably Wilbur or Tommy, serving a customer. Just looking at it fills your head with the scent of coffee and pastries and soft colors filtering through windows.

There hadn’t been a coffee place before. The closest you’d gotten to one was the shitty canned black liquid that the bus station vending machine sold. It was broken anyway, eating up payment and often failing to spit out the drink in return. So this was nice.

You finally make a move to go in, feeling the metal handle beneath your palm as you pull open the door. Air rushes over you, causing you to blink as you step inside and take everything in. It’s better than looking through a window, that’s for sure.

You open your mouth and turn your eyes toward the counter, ready to greet whichever of the sons took on the role of cashier.

The words get lodged in your throat.

A man you’ve never seen before stares at you back, eyes blown wide with something like shock at the sight of your presence. Muted pink hair with dark brown roots is pulled up into a sloppy bun that’s somewhat attractive, and the sleeves of his black hoodie are rolled to his elbows.

Who the fuck was this?

You end up being the first one to speak. “Hello?”

He snaps out of his trance, shifting on his feet as his eyes turn cautious, “Hey.”

Awkward tension fills the air as neither of you makes a move to say anything more, and you almost forget that you’re supposed to be a customer ordering something. You assumed you’d known everybody but he couldn’t have possibly slipped past your radar all these years. People don’t move to this sad town because that’s really all it was. Sad.

“Are you new in town?” The question falls from your lips seamlessly, but the pinch of his eyebrows lets you know it wasn’t the case.

“Uh, no. Been here for about a year and a half or so.”

“Oh.”

Had you really expected not one thing to change? Two years was kind of a long time in hindsight. Should you try to make some sort of peace offering? Introduce yourself? Tell him it was nice to meet him and go on your merry way? But you still had to order something. All these years of knowing the same people have left your meeting-new-people skills neglected.

Thankfully, you don’t have to think about it for too long.

“Is that little ol’ y/n I see?”

Wilbur sweeps in from the backroom, a wide smile plastered on his face and round glasses balanced on the bridge of his nose. He must’ve had a growth spurt after you left because the brunette absolutely towers over you now, but you’d still recognize that smile anywhere. He spreads his arms wide for a hug which you accept gratefully, welcoming his embrace.

When you pull away, he stretches his head up and shouts, “OI, GREMLIN CHILD! COME SAY HI TO Y/N!”

The sounds of pots and pans crash somewhere and the backdoor flies open again as another person darts out. Turns out that both of the crime boys had grown. Tommy’s blonde curls bounce as he bounds towards you, nearly tackling you over as he engulfs you in a hug with a shriek of your name. For once, it feels good to be home.

“You better be fucking back for good,” Tommy pouts when he lets go of the death grip he had on you, “Wilbur’s been fuckin’ insufferable since you’ve been gone.”

“Is that so?” you muse, “I’ll stick around for a while then.”

“Have you met our stranger brother?” Wilbur butts in, tipping his head towards the man that’s watching the reunion silently, “He’s not really. He’s just a homeless person we picked up on the street.”

What?

“Don’t slander my good name,” the man sighs tiredly before looking at you, “My name’s Technoblade.”

Technoblade.

It sounds foreign just thinking about it. You don’t dwell on it too hard and instead, offer him a friendly smile and introduce yourself. Poor guy still looks horribly uncomfortable and out of place even with the surface-level politeness. You don’t blame him.

“What’s all this commotion?” you hear a voice say and you look up to see Philza, the father of Wilbur and Tommy and the apparent owner of this coffee shop. He immediately perks up upon seeing you. “Y/n! I didn’t know you’d be home early.”

“I’m not. My parents just got the date wrong.”

“Always too much going on at the same time, huh? Go take a seat and we’ll treat you on the house. Take it as a welcome home present.”

This was partially one of the reasons Phil felt more like a dad to you than your actual one who was barely ever home.

You start towards a table, catching movement out of the corner of your eye.

“Techno, you should get to know them,” Wilbur suggests, slipping behind the counter and pushing him by the shoulders toward the booth you were sitting down at. You cringe, not wanting to put him on the spot when you were still practically strangers. “Break the ice, you know?”

“I don’t know if I-”

He’s not able to finish as the brunette gives one final shove and immediately abandons him with you, fleeing to the back room like the cheeky shit he was. The other two follow suit, Tommy saluting you as Phil sends a thumbs-up your way. This leaves you and Techno alone together. Your lips purse as he groans and you shoot an apologetic look his way.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you assure, “Don’t wanna force you into it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s-” he runs a palm down the side of his face as he seats himself into the booth opposite of you, “It’s fine. They’ll only bother me more if I don’t go along with it.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” you snort, folding your arms on the table and leaning on them, “So how’d you wind up here, Technoblade?”

“Just Techno’s fine,” he says, shifting to a more comfortable position and crossing his arms as he leans back into the plush cushion of the seat, “I needed a change of scenery is all.”

“Well, you definitely got it from wherever you came from,” you grin, “This place is its own little secluded world.”

“It’s definitely secluded,” Techno agrees, “Which is good. I like it.”

“That’s a first,” you cock your head and squint a little, “I kind of assumed everybody was bored of the monotony we have here. Then again, I grew up with it so maybe it’s just a matter of perspective.”

“Maybe.”

It’s interesting, seeing it from an outsider’s point of view. From somebody who might not know the ins and outs of every aspect of this town right down to the borders.

"So…" you look up as he begins, and his eyes wander to anywhere but your face, "Why'd you come back? If you're bored of it, I mean."

"Didn't work out," you repeat the same bullshit excuse you've told a million times at this point and make a noncommittal hand motion, "Some things just don't go as they should, you know?"

Techno seems to consider your words for a moment, lips pressing into a flat line. He turns his head to stare out the window before quietly murmuring out, "Yeah."

For some reason, it sounds like he genuinely understands.

Tommy returns with a tray and he sets a cup of steaming coffee in front of you. It doesn't smell too sweet or too bitter. He places one in front of Techno too, flashing a grin at you both.

"Sharing secrets?" He asks innocently.

"Sure," you say.

"Wilbur said he bets he could do dishes faster than you," Techno inputs, taking up a small spoon in his cup and idly stirring, "My respect for him's getting higher by the second."

"That bitch," Tommy immediately spits, tucking the tray beneath his arm and making a beeline for the door to the kitchen.

Your eyebrows raise as you look at Techno and he flushes, nonchalantly shrugging. You decide to not press it, settling into another silence, and tasting the beverage on your tongue. It's better than you expected. The quality is something rare to find in this old town causing you to hum appreciatively. You barely catch Techno watching you through the window’s reflection to which he immediately averts his eyes. Secretly, you smile to yourself.

Perhaps he wasn’t such a bad guy.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

When Techno moved here, he had no connections.

He’d left that all behind when he slammed out of the front door of his childhood home with nothing to his name except a stained record and all his important belongings piled into some suitcases. He hops on a bus without looking to where it was going, pulling a random town name off the list. It was the farthest away he could get.

The salesman had looked at him oddly when he asked for a ticket. “We never get people going there these days.”

“Good.”

And away he went, whisked away to a place with new chances and a possibility of forgetting his shitty deteriorating life. He remembers stepping off the vehicle to what he thought was an abandoned building. He remembers the prying looks he gets the moment he steps foot into town. He remembers renting out his horrible apartment with what money he had. He remembers landing his first job at the coffee shop.

Phil and Kristin had been so unfairly nice and forgiving, even after Techno told them what happened when he was ready. Their sons were welcoming and friendly. Wilbur and Tommy treated him like an eldest brother in a way his stranger half-siblings never did, prompting him to feel like he had finally found a home after all. A few months in and people began getting used to him. He thought he was done with introductions and the anxiety that came with meeting new people.

But you threw a wrench into that plan.

You with your quirky little smiles and peculiar views of the place he’d found sanctuary in. You didn’t set yourself up as a threat and you looked harmless enough, honestly. So he lets Wilbur push him to the booth and he sits obediently, waiting for you to take the first move. Of course, you ask why he’s here. Tourists never came to the 137th nicest town in the country.

In return, he asks why you had come back.

You don’t speak about why exactly you decided to return home. Your voice doesn’t have a bite to it as if you were angry nor did it drag with sadness about the prospect of being back at home base. It just felt neutral. Disappointed. “Things hadn’t worked out”. He knew all about that.

He thinks back to the rumors that had been flying around the town about you, gossiping civilians all tutting under their breaths and letting shame settle on their shoulders for someone that wasn’t even related to them. He doesn’t feel bad because pity would be the last thing he’d want to hear after an unimpressive return, but he doesn’t feel good either.

Techno finds himself intrigued, which had never happened with a person before.

“Hear that?” your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. You’d been sitting in silence for quite a while, but it wasn’t the kind of suffocating silence he was expecting. It had actually been...kind of nice. “I missed the sound of them.”

He strains his ear and hears it. There’s the sound of a train, maybe even two, horns blaring out as they rattled and rocked. There were no passenger trains around here as far as he knew, but the cargo type came by quite frequently. They carry resources across the country, innocently aware of the town that could feel its movements through the ground.

Techno blinks and nods slowly. It’s another cherished memory, something to look back on and indulge in now.

“You know where the tracks are bordered off?” you murmur, craning your neck to look outside as if you could see them through the barrier of trees, “The place that’s surrounded by an electric fence that’s never actually turned on down by the woods.”

“Vaguely,” he answers because he never had the heart to venture out that far alone.

“I know a break in the fence,” the corners of your mouth prick upward. It’s a secret to yourself that’s being shared with him. “It’s easy to slip inside. There, you can just do whatever and watch the trains go by.”

You paint it like a dream even with the few words you described it with.

“It sounds nice,” Techno admits.

“I want to go down there this weekend,” you claim, setting down your mug where your drink is just on the lesser side of half gone, “You can come with if you’d like?”

It’s an invitation he wasn’t expecting and the shock must have shown somewhere in his expression or body language.

“You don’t have to. As I said, I don’t want to force you into anything.”

You’re giving him the power of choice. On one hand, he could say no and you’d let him be. He could go on with his life and you could move on with yours. But alternatively, he could follow his gut instinct and go out alone to the woods with an estranged local who could be an axe murderer for all he knew.

Well if he died, his landlord would probably be more than happy to rent out his apartment to another person who was desperate enough to need it.

“Okay.”

“Oh?”

Techno can tell you weren’t expecting him to take up your offer. But, your enthusiasm shines through nonetheless. It’s the first real smile you’ve granted him that hasn’t been dipped in melancholy or tossed over for sheer common niceties.

“I could use a change of pace,” he says in a half-assed explanation, “Long as you don’t try to leave me dead in a ditch. At least let me resign first.”

“Noted.”

He’s not used to it. The lack of hostility borders on almost uncomfortable, in fact. But, it’s just natural for conversation to flow with you and it was terrifying. You don’t make any more offers or moves to dig into his personal life, unlike multiple others had when he was still classified as a newcomer.

However, you eventually finish your drink and Techno offers to take the mug. He is, technically, still at work. You tilt your head with a smile. You seem to do that a lot.

"It was a pleasure meeting you," you say, sliding out of the booth and he follows.

"You too," he says automatically. It's second nature.

"I'll see you around town, hopefully," you shift to make a move for the glass doors before stopping yourself, "Oh! Do you work Saturday? We can go see the trains when you get off."

"I work 'til noon on the weekends," Techno answers slowly, picking up your cup. The ceramic is still warm.

"I can stop by then? Unless you have plans."

"I don't."

Your grin widens. "Well, then I'll see you then, Technoblade."

“Alright.”

And like you'd never been there, you whirl around and push through the glass doors, leaving him alone. He’s in a state of something like shock, surprised that that had gone so well. Left with an empty mug in his hands, he stares after where you left as if he could summon your presence again by willing it.

But why did he want you back so soon?

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Saturday comes too slow and too fast.

You’d been slowly counting down the days until your planned excursion with the elusive Technoblade, hoping to catch a glimpse of him when you make the trek to the coffee shop every morning. But, each time it’s only Tommy or Wilbur manning the register. You start to think he’s changing his mind until the brunette brother pats you on the shoulder while pouring your coffee.

“He’s just revving himself up,” he assures you, “Gotta make sure the social energy bar is at its max, y’know?”

You do know. It took a lot of energy to attempt to socialize at college and even then, you still had difficulty making friends. Another reason it was good to be home: being automatic friends with everyone by default. Well...almost everyone. That’s what Saturday was for.

Noontime rolls around. You shrug on an old jacket that’s well-loved and make your way outside to where the fiery colors of autumn are. There’s a cool breeze that’s flowing between buildings, sweeping your hair up and tickling your cheeks. If you tilted your head up and inhaled, you’d be hit in the face with a plethora of scents special to the town.

As you make your way to the coffee shop, you idly note some things that still haven’t changed. Couples’ names are etched into the bark of some trees. Chunks of sidewalk are missing, leaving the squares of concrete in incomplete puzzles. Pairs of shoes connected by the laces are still tossed carelessly over thick black power lines that crisscross overhead.

It all feels permanent and finite at the same time.

Techno’s in the main area of the Sleepy Beans Café already, hanging up his apron and retying his hair up. To be honest, the expression he wore made it seem like he was about to go to war. You can’t really fault the guy, though, seeing as it must be rather strange to be hiking out with somebody he’s only known for maybe half an hour or so. His head snaps up when you walk in.

“Hi,” you greet, feeling the breeze of the outside cut off abruptly with the closing of the door, “You almost ready?”

“Yeah,” he says curtly, avoiding eye contact, “Just let me tell the others I’m off.”

“Of course.”

He takes his leave and you patiently wait, shifting from foot to foot as you take in the decor Phil had chosen to brighten up the place. When he returns, you give him a smile which he merely blinks at. It’s more endearing than offensive. Techno holds open the door for you and you lead him out into the great wide world.

“The best thing about it is that it’s so far away,” you tell him when the last of the buildings fall away to reveal a dirt path. It winds down the hills and leads straight into the heart of the forest.

“How long have you known about this?” he asks, looking out at the horizon that’s dotted with abandoned establishments and factories puffing smoke into the sky in the distance.

“A while,” you pass a few trees, “Maybe when I was thirteen, I found it but I might have been fifteen when I actually had the balls to go through.”

“I see.”

“What was your hometown like?”

There’s a falter in his steps as your surroundings become encased with woodland flora.

“Boring.”

“Can’t get much more boring than here,” you argue lightly.

“I would beg to disagree,” he huffs out something vaguely like a laugh. There’s no humor behind it, hollow and sarcastic. It makes you frown.

You can see the outline of the fence, the silver frame molded into a method to keep people out and away from the tracks. As it becomes more apparent, you find that it’s nearly as tall as Techno with a big yellow sign on it warning of electrocution if one were to come into contact with it. You pause and listen for the indicative humming that would let you know it was actually powered on.

Silence.

Walking along its length, you eventually find the sizable hole in the fence that you’d discovered years ago. It only takes a small crouch for you though Techno has to bend down to reach the other side. Nostalgia hits you like a wave. Two train tracks run parallel from each other on a bed of gravel, dipped down from where you stand by the fence on a grassy bank. It’s a safe enough distance away that you could sit on the slope and stare into the sky, counting clouds or stars until you had to go home stained with dirt smudges and smelling like the earth.

“Come sit,” you wave him over as you plant yourself onto the ground. The dirt here isn’t too hard and the grass wasn’t squeaky or prickly. The green blades were thin and soft, providing a natural cushion.

He complies, settling himself a good foot away. Neither of you speak as you take in the environment.

“It’s peaceful,” he breathes out finally.

“I always came out here to escape my troubles,” you begin idly picking pieces of grass, “It hasn’t changed one bit.”

It really hadn’t.

“Why did you take me out here? If it’s so special to you?” The question is abrupt and seemingly out of the blue but it does make you wonder. Why did you feel compelled to invite him out here? It was sort of your place so inviting him into it must have some sort of significance. But instead, it just feels neutral like you just simply invited a friend over for dinner.

“I don’t know to be completely honest. Maybe you needed it,” you answer truthfully with a shrug, cocking your head as you hear the blare of a train horn.

“Maybe I did.”

The ground rumbles as the sound of wheels chugging along the tracks grow louder by the minute. Another bellow of the train reverberates through the air, louder than before and ringing your ears as the locomotive appears from the depths of the trees. Bodies of connected cargo cars flash by in succession, all carrying some sort of bulk item within. You watch it, mesmerized as the vibration of the ground resonates in your chest. It’s felt like an eternity ever since you’ve seen it.

As it fades away, it leaves you filled with something like empty euphoria.

“I used to fall asleep here,” you lay down, lidding eyes upward at the candy blue sky above, “The warm sun was too irresistible.”

“That’s...stupidly dangerous,” Techno falls onto his back, joining you in your view of the atmosphere.

“Dangerous is my middle name,” you chuckle softly, “But here I could daydream all I wanted. I had hopes of doing something with my life. Being something, y’know? Just seems like I always end up back here.”

“That’s fuckin’ depressing.”

“That’s fuckin’ life.”

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

You’re having more of an impact on Techno than he could have imagined.

You tell him stories shamelessly, throwing caution to the wind as you describe the secrets of the town. There’s an alleyway with a family line of raccoons that’s thrived there ever since you’d been little. You get no cell reception out this far, but you do get wifi. There’s a beach city a bus ride away that was always a treat to go to.

He barely notices the sky shifting colors, losing time as he occasionally asks questions. There’s no explanation as to why he’s suddenly so comfortable around you and it seemed silly to think that your first impression would last. It felt simple. It was two people hanging out together by some railroad tracks. It was two people listening to trains rattling by. It was two people simply existing side by side.

This, in Techno’s opinion, is what friendship should be like. He’d caught a glimpse of it when he worked shifts at the coffee shop, but then it felt obligated. You chose to ask and you chose to bring him to a place where nobody goes.

“We never had trains where I grew up,” he says, eyes lidding. You’ve been out here for a while and the sky’s tint was darkening ever so slightly. It felt like an eternity and a few seconds at the same time.

“I couldn’t imagine that.”

“There were just the sounds of the city. Too many honking cars and people getting into screaming matches with each other,” he grimaces thinking about it, “But everyone’s tamer here.”

“That’s true,” he feels you glance over at him, “At least we have our screaming matches privately here.”

Your jab at humor makes him smile. Just a little.

Another train chugs by.

“School was a nightmare with the townsfolk,” you say when it passes.

“Tell me.”

“Imagine going to school with Tommy and Wilbur.”

That sends a shudder up his spine. “Did they burn it down?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what Tommy proposed we do after his graduation. Unfortunately, arson is illegal.”

“Killjoys.”

“Right?”

Techno wonders if he should talk about where he came from a bit more, but speaking about it almost feels like a curse. There’s a reason why he chose to forget it and there wasn’t much to tell, anyway. It was just a bunch of snot-nosed kids trying to procrastinate their way through the curriculum.

He’d also rather avoid the subject of school altogether.

“So how’d you meet Phil?” you stretch out your legs, humming with satisfaction when you relax again, “I mean, he’s the local dad of everyone but I didn’t know he would take you up so fast.”

“He needed someone to help out at the shop and I needed a job,” Techno says like it’s the simplest answer in the world, “And he took me on after the first interview.”

“That sounds like him,” you muse, “Can’t help but look after others.”

“Wilbur and Tommy were a bit harder to get along with. But, they’re surprisingly persistent,” he thinks about the early days of learning the ropes. A time before the smell of coffee and pastries lingered around him like a branded aura.

“That’s the Minecraft boys for you,” you smile, “When they want something, they get it, so I can see why they call you their brother now.”

“Not you too.”

“I can’t help it.”

The sky has gotten more orange now, coating the world into a world of fiery color. It lasted longer than Techno would have expected but...he felt surprisingly okay with it. Unlike if he were with Tommy or Will, he didn’t feel like his social energy had to be at a hundred percent. You filled the empty gaps for the two of you and it was pleasant not having to input his own stories.

“We should probably head back,” you murmur, sitting up and stretching your head upwards to look at the blazing sky.

He stares as a gush of a breeze sweeps up your hair.

“Yeah,” he agrees and gets to his feet. Without a second thought, he extends a hand outwards to you.

You blink as if taken aback by his sudden forwardness, but you welcome it anyway and reach up. His palm envelopes yours, grasping it securely as he tugs lightly to assist you in getting up. The air stutters when he miscalculates and you almost slam into him when you’re up.

Techno pulls away immediately, mumbling apologies as he backs away. Panic builds in his chest and he feels that familiar fire licking a flush up to his pale cheeks.

“Hey, hey,” you touch his upper arm lightly, voice soothing, “It’s alright.”

His lips press tightly together, muting his string of words. You sigh, but it’s not coated with impatience or negativity. It’s neutral. He’s finding that that often seems to be the case. You’re simply nonjudgemental to the matters around you, passing over them with an objective eye. It’s reassuring, in a way.

You motion him to the hole in the fence and he follows you out.

The walk back is less worrisome for him. You stop occasionally to bend down, turning over rocks rusted with moss and poking mushrooms with the toe of your shoe.

“That reminds me,” you begin, kicking a particularly large mushroom cap and the soft fungi goes flying, “The harvest festival is coming up, isn’t it? Unless they stopped that while I was gone too.”

“No, they still hold it every year,” he clarifies, “I usually just use it as a day off work since Phil likes to take the family out to join the festivities.”

“You don’t go?”

“I normally just stay inside and eat take-out until I fall asleep.”

“Huh…” you trail off lightly.

The trees of the forest break away to reveal a clearcut path to town and the sky is beginning to bruise in addition to the splash of yellows, reds, and oranges. The rest of the walk is silent. Lamps in town are lit up as people travel home from long days of work or otherwise traveling to designated jobs for night shifts. It’s dark in the coffee shop, making the inside main area seem a little eerie. The apartment complex Techno lives in is not far.

Outside the brick building, he’s hesitant to say goodbye. Maybe he should thank you for the time. Thank you for being so polite as to invite a stranger to your place. But the words fail to come out which results in a sort of awkward space. This time you don’t make a move to fill it.

“I guess...this is goodbye for now,” he inwardly cringes at his choice of words, “Thanks for the time. It was fun.” That’s better.

His hand moves for the door.

“Wait!”

Even you seem surprised by your sudden outburst. Your eyes immediately downturn, taking interest in the concrete beneath your feet rather than meeting his curious look.

“I just - Do you wanna come to the festival with me?”

One of his eyebrows cocks. “Can’t get enough of me?”

“No! No, that’s not what I - I just - I don’t know,” your words seem to fail you for the first time today, “But I think that maybe it would be...more enjoyable if I went with a friend?”

A friend?

“We’re friends?” he feels dumb asking out loud.

“We don’t have to be if you don’t want to,” it’s too quick, rushing out of your mouth as you backtrack, “And if you wanna be left alone that night, I get it.”

“No, it’s fine. Just new I guess.”

You look so out of place in your own hometown suddenly, overcome by the awkwardness of the situation. He got it, though, and maybe that was the main driving point in his answer.

“I’ll go with you.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise at his agreement. “You sure? Don’t do it for my sake, Techno-”

“I’m not,” he defends, “Just - We’ll go together, alright? You can show me around and do the thing where you tell me stories whenever something reminds you of one.”

That seems to hit the nail on the head because you’re suddenly bashful and vulnerable.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly," he assures, and pauses, "Honesty is good, you know.”

You finally meet his eyes, something reminiscent of hope shining in your irises.

“Honesty is good,” you repeat like a satisfying mantra.

There’s another empty pause.

“Goodnight y/n,” Techno finally bids farewell and he slowly turns the doorknob to enter the building.

“Goodnight, Technoblade,” you give him one last smile that he almost feels compelled to memorize before shutting the door with a soft click.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Techno begins appearing more at the counter every time you go in the morning.

Each time you walk in, he urges you to go sit so he can make you something he thinks you’ll like. At first, it was hesitant like he was afraid he’d somehow offend you by offering a simple cup of coffee, but as the week goes on, he settles into it. It warms you inside knowing that he’s getting used to your company and you can’t deny you’re enjoying his.

As the town begins to prepare for the festival, you notice that the people are much more cheerful than you remember. Tents are slowly being put up and stalls to sell trinkets are being expertly set up along the streets. Small children whisper about it gleefully to each other as adults passive-aggressively discuss how much of a pain it is to break their backs for some extra cash, but money was money.

You can’t help but get excited as well. On one hand, you didn’t realize how much you missed your home’s annual events and on the other, you had Techno to go with this time of year. For some reason, it felt demeaning when people would give you pity looks for navigating the festivities alone. Your parents found ways to work through the event so they didn’t bother to take you and eventually, you stopped caring altogether.

One week before the festival, you slide into the coffee shop with a loud sigh. It’s gloomy today, making everything seem just a little bit duller. As if your town needed to lose any more vibrancy. Techno catches onto your exasperated timbre, shooting you a look as you take a seat on one of the barstools with an uncomfortable slump onto the surface.

“Slow morning?” he asks, already shuffling through the multitude of coffee grounds the shop possessed.

“It’s so,” you struggle to find the right word, “depressing.”

“Isn’t life?” he attempts lightly, “What are you up to today?”

“I have no clue,” you answer honestly, “Had to get my daily coffee, though. Can’t skip out on Techno time.”

“Techno time,” he snorts, “That’s a new one.”

“I’m a natural.”

The two of you fall into silence in the presence of a blooming routine. As customers flow in and out of the shop, you watch Techno as he lets your coffee brew. One would think he wouldn't be good at the register but you can see everybody likes him. While he gives them nervous smiles and occasionally stumbles over his words, residents of the town greet him with kind expressions and words. It gives you something to be proud of for once. The environment might be unassuming, but the people you grew up with surely weren’t.

Maybe you’d eventually associate him with the town as well.

Techno gently places a mug of coffee in front of you, the ceramic clinking against the wood surface.

“Don’t burn your tongue,” he advises.

“Thanks, Socrates,” you tease, blowing on it before taking a cautious sip. It’s not too sweet or too bitter and you can taste coconut masked by the coffee. “How do you always make the best shit?”

“It’s in my job description,” he answers easily, wiping down the machines set along behind the counter with practiced precision, “Don’t wanna be fired anytime soon, y’know.”

“I doubt Will or Tommy will let you lose this job,” you chuckle, “They’re very attached to you.”

He scoffs at your words, but you can see the barest hint of a smile that tugs on his lips. It’s a crack in the wall, a window to his true feelings. You can’t help but grin fondly behind his back, hiding it behind your beverage as you drink.

As the week progresses, the town only gets more hectic as it finishes last-minute preparations for the festival. As for you, you’re only getting antsier to spend some one-on-one time with Techno again. Sure, there’d be all sorts of people who could watch you, but surely it’d be fine.

As you’d mentioned to him before, there’s no cell reception in the town but you did have wifi. On the night of the festival, a quick message from him lets you know he’d be taking the hike to your house for once. It’s surprising but moreso embarrassing when you tell your mother that you’d be going out with a friend.

Her eyebrows raise when you mention it and you have half a mind to tell her it’s not like that. It’d be the rumor of a lifetime! You could see the headline in your head, something along the lines of “Recent College Dropout Comes Home Only to Hook Up With the Newest Resident in Town.” That might actually be your worst nightmare. Instead, you let her be with her assumptions and get ready. The sun has already dipped below the horizon, but it’s still very bright outside with the lights that are strung all around.

A knock sounds at the door and your mom tells you to be safe as you slip out.

Techno stands beneath one of the streetlights outside your house, hands shoved into his pockets and hair down. The dulled rose pink locks sway gently with the autumn breeze and he perks up when your door clicks open.

“Hey,” he greets, “Ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you nod and the two of you begin making your way downtown.

You can already hear the booming ambiance of music from a fair distance away, the ring of violins accompanied by cellos, violas, and bass in a myriad of sounds from speakers. You can see children running around and you can hear the chatter of people as you enter the area. All along the streets are the completed displays of the town folks' side hobbies made into an attempt to profit. There’s handmade blankets, leather goods, fresh food all cooked up and ready to go. There's so much and just seeing it all makes your head swim with nostalgia.

You hear a quiet "Whoa" from Techno who seems to be just as in awe in his own way. It makes you laugh quietly to yourself, nudging the back of his hand with yours as you push onward into the heart of the town. Amidst the wooden stands and buildings being used as vessels for activities, a royal purple tent stands out vibrantly. The color is unusual but alluring and you can't help but stop when you see it. It's been so long since you last went in there.

"What's that one?" Techno asks curiously at your sudden halt, following your look at the tent.

"The mystic that always comes for the festival, though she has a ton of names. The magician, the fortune teller, the future seeker, what have you," you answer, blinking slowly as you remember your last visit.

You'd been a troubled teen back then, young, dumb, and believing the world revolved around you. It was the last year you went to the festival when you saw her. The mystic had ushered you to sit at a table and began flipping cards frantically, expertly passing them between her hands as she read into them. You don't exactly remember what she told you, but you do recall her saying hardships awaited you.

Back at home fallen from the failure of college, you think that she wasn't that far off the mark.

"Do you wanna go in?" He asks and you nod, already shifting towards the tent as if it were pulling you.

It's dark inside when Techno pulls back the flap of the tent to let you in first. It's also bigger than it looked from the outside. Lanterns strung from an unseeable ceiling light up the space with an ancient orange glow accompanied by candles that flicker atop a glass counter. Inside, it showcases various bottles and crystals, all labeled and sparkling mysteriously. The shelves around are stocked with artifacts, charms, bones, feathers, and the sort. And yet, it was all so cozy.

"I was wondering when you'd be coming to see me again."

The voice gives you a jolt, whirling around as a woman appears from behind a curtain of blankets you had previously thought to be a wall. She's fairly tall, dark skin littered with some scars but she looks like she hasn't aged a day since you last saw her. The mystic's eyes zero in on you.

"I take it that your misfortune came to fruition," she guesses.

"Just dropped out of college is all," you shrug as if talking about it didn’t still hurt.

"I see, I see," her focus turns onto Techno beside you, "And how many I serve the two of you?"

"I'm...not sure," you press your lips together, embarrassment pumping to your cheeks, "We kinda just came in here out of curiosity."

The mystic seems to regard you for a moment before motioning you to follow. You and Techno share a look before obediently going along with her command. In a hidden back room, there's a round table covered with all sorts of fabric that conceals the wood entirely.

"Sit," she urges, waving her hand. You almost trip when a few candles light themselves.

Hesitantly, you sit on a cushioned chair and Techno takes a seat beside you. His foot nudges yours and you tap your toe to him back.

"The cards have much to tell you," the mystic says cryptically, passing a hand in front of the other and producing a thick stack of cards.

You swallow nervously. They're tarot cards, meant to guide people and give clues as to what's coming in the looming future. Her eyes slip closed and begin shuffling the cards between her hands. It almost seems like they're floating in her palms with how fast she handles them, aged with experience. At different times, she pulls out five and places them backside up. Three are placed in a row while two surround the middle one on the top and bottom. It's more than what she pulled for you in the past.

“Each of these cards represents something in your relationship,” she begins and points at the leftmost card, locking eyes with yours, “This one is you.”

She flips the card and reveals an image with a winged person bearing two chalices. The roman numeral for nineteen is at the bottom. It’s upside down.

“Temperance reversed,” she says, lidding her eyes as she looks at the card, “Imbalance, self-healing, realignment. A being who needs to restore balance and moderation in their life and perhaps could use assistance in finding their way. They’ve strayed off the path and need to find their way back to find the right middle ground.”

The mystic moves on to the next card, the rightmost and opposite side of the one she’d just read, and flips it. It depicts a man being hung by the ankle from a tree, upside down, and accepting of his fate. This one is twelve.

“This one is yours,” she says, looking up at Techno and tapping the card, “The Hanged Man upright. Surrender, letting go, and new perspectives. Someone who needs to prepare themself for the next step in their life and let go of a past that might be holding them back. You’re lingering and it’s detrimental.”

Techno almost seems guilty, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his eyebrows only pull slightly together and his expression grows competitive. For what, you don’t know.

“The present,” she announces, moving to the card in the middle of it all. When she turns it over, it reveals a plethora of swords protruding from a person’s back. Ten is on the bottom and it’s upside down, “The Ten of Swords reversed. Recovery, regeneration, and resistance to an inevitable end. The road to recovery is intense and full of treachery. But, at the end of every story comes an ending and it’s unavoidable. No matter what the means, you cannot avoid it.”

She’s moving faster now, reciting the words as if she was just relaying a message from somebody else.

“The past,” she flips the bottom card that lies beneath the middle. There’s seven large sticks being carried, the corresponding roman numeral below. It’s upside down. “Seven of Wands reversed. Giving up, overwhelmed, overprotective. All eyes are you and external pressures choked you out. You fled somewhere distant and somewhere safe in the middle of a storm. You sought shelter in unexpected places. You found an escape to where you don’t have to please everyone.”

She flips the last card at the top, running a hand over it like a blind person reading braille. A large star looms over a figure hard at work. Its number is seventeen. “The future,” she says finally, “The Star upright. Hope, faith, purpose, and renewal. Good fortunes must be on the horizon, but will you have what it takes to achieve it?”

She leans back, revealing all of the cards in the spread together. “All of these aresigns from higher beings. The two of you seem to be shattered beyond recognition by your pasts and it’ll take more than just yourself to pick up the pieces,” her dark eyes stare into you, unclear as if she were trying to see through, “Hold tight to each other because you may very well need a steadfast ally in this world of betrayal. I wonder...Will you make the right choice?”

You look up at Techno who only looks you back with uncertainty. Something stirs in your chest, wanting to extinguish that distrust from his gaze until he can look at you without that carefully crafted defense.

And if it takes following a strange mystic’s advice to do so, so be it.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

“Do you want something?”

Your question catches Techno off guard. The two of you had been walking along the street after your encounter with the mystic, glancing curiously over the goods that the citizens have to offer. He blinks then shrugs, sinking into the fabric of his jacket when a strong breeze sweeps through.

“Eh. Do you want something?” he glances at you to see an eyebrow perk up. He can almost see the cogs turning in your head as you formulate a new plan. Whatever it is, he’d agree to it regardless.

“Tell you what,” you start and he braces himself, “Let’s split up and find something for each other. We’ll meet back here in say...fifteen minutes? Anything goes.”

Techno’s not one to back down from a challenge. Especially not one that seems so easy as this one. So he agrees and almost lives for the way your irises shine in the festival light. You immediately wish him good luck and disappear into the crowd.

As he begins scanning the vendors, he thinks about what you might like. To be honest, he didn’t know what you liked to receive other than free coffees every morning (there definitely wasn’t any favoritism to be had there) so he’s not quite sure what to be looking for. There’s also multiple candidates for potential gifts.

There’s crystals that came out of an old mine just outside the borders of the town, wooden figures carved by the local carpenter, delicate dreamcatchers expertly weaved together, old books straight out of a few centuries ago. Eventually, he decides to not overthink it and stops at the first stall he sees. There’s a plethora of jewelry there that the shopkeeper claims all came resourced from the town. There’s all sorts of things like necklaces, leather braided bracelets, and charms but one lone piece catches Techno’s attention.

It’s more of a metal band than a ring but a sliding mechanism allowed its size to be adjusted, completely silver with mysterious symbols engraved into it. He didn’t know your size so it’d be quite convenient…

One brief impulse purchase later has him holding a paper bag in his hands containing a velvet pouch and a ring. He’s surprisingly jittery for something so simple. Once he sees your form break through the thinning crowd (it had been about an hour and a half since you got here), he amps himself up to not combust from the growing anxiety.

“Hey, stranger,” you smile when you reach him, holding something wrapped in parchment paper.

“Hi,” Techno greets back, trying to still the erratic emotions bubbling in his stomach, “Ready?”

“Almost,” you wave him to follow and he complies without question.

You lead him back to the tracks where even at night, the trains run carrying cargo. It looks entirely different during the nighttime, the sun missing from gifting the leaves their vibrant color. Instead, it’s replaced by the moon to dull them down with cool tones. Taking a seat on the grassy back you had sat on last time, you pat the spot next to you invitingly, skin bathed in a blue light as the moon illuminated your features in the break of the trees’ canopy. As he situates himself, you fiddle with the noisy paper until handing it out to him.

Your hands brush in the pass off.

When he unwraps it, he finds that it’s a ceramic coffee cup. It’s painted white, fit to hold about twelve ounces with fancy lettering hand painted onto it in red that reads, "Don't need coffee to wake me up when I have you". It’s disgustingly cheesy but...it touches his heart for some reason. He can almost feel a force tugging on it, but he pushes it down and elects to ignore it. He spares a glance to you where you’re admiring the ring with wonder, running the pad of your thumb over the patterns.

“It’s so pretty,” you murmur, then shyly look away, “Well now I feel embarrassed since my gift is pretty shit compared to yours.”

“Don’t be,” he assures quickly, half-distraught on whether to comfort you or keep his distance, “I like it. It’s probably my new favorite coffee cup.”

“You’re fucking with me,” you laugh and shove at his upper arm, “You can just donate it to charity or something.”

“Why the hell would I do that?” Techno’s eyebrows furrow, “You gave it to me.”

“As if that means anything.”

“It does.”

You look between him and the mug in his hands before chuckling, expression complicated like you were debating between laughing and crying.

“You’re an extraordinary one, Techno. You know that?”

“I could say the same about you.”

“You couldn’t.”

“I could.”

“Alright, asshole,” you nudge him playfully, slipping the ring onto your right ring finger and adjusting it so that it fits snuggly, “It really is nice, you know. I think I’ll wear it a bunch just to show it off.”

“Well, I’d be disappointed if you just put it in a box and never looked at it again,” he huffs, ignoring the way a little voice in his head croons in victory.

“You’re a cool person, Technoblade.”

He looks down to see you already smiling at him genuinely in a way that makes him feel like it’s just you two. It’s...a nice feeling. It’s like solidarity but shared with someone else like a forbidden secret. He decides then and there that it wasn’t so bad to become friends with you.

“Likewise, y/n.”

Techno doesn’t think he’s ever seen you smile so radiantly.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

It’s raining.

Overcast and dreary as the rain is a soft sheet as it falls to the ground. It’s not hard and definitely won’t stop you from visiting your most favorite people in the world. Your mom gives you a questioning look when you come down the stairs, keys jingling as you shove them into your pocket.

“Still heading out?” she asks, eyebrows raising in surprise.

“Yep,” you nod, “Gotta get my fresh air somehow.”

“I’m glad you’re spending so much time outside, dear,” she smiles and flips a page in her book, “Have fun, sweetie. Don’t catch a cold and say hi to Techno for me, okay?”

Your lips press together and you vaguely recall the conversation you’d had a little over a month ago when she saw the new accessory adorning your finger. She’d given you the talk and everything as if you hadn’t learned about it when you went surfing on the internet at the ripe age of eleven. It was most certainly the most embarrassing thing that you’ve ever had the misfortune of bearing.

“I will,” you assure her and act like you don’t feel her eyes burning a hole into your back as you slip through the front door and right into the rain. Crap. You forgot to grab an umbrella.

Deciding to soldier onward, you begin traveling through the weather towards your beloved coffee shop. Over the month since the festival, you’d grown closer and attached to the workers of the Sleepy Beans Café. More notably, Technoblade. It’d been a common tradition for you to cash in a free coffee but lately, you’ve also been down to the train tracks together at least once or twice a week.

There’s a warm familiarity that comes with being by his side, laughing as he cracks jokes drenched in sarcasm and arguing with him over whether a particular cloud looked like a witch’s hat or a guy getting his head bitten off. Arguably, he was slowly becoming your best friend without really meaning to. You don’t mind, of course, because you never had one to begin with but it’s definitely something new.

As you pass by his apartment building, the door swings open. Speak of the devil and he will appear. Techno steps out, umbrella in hand as he scans the path before shaking the covering out and it pops into place. You have half a mind to follow him close behind as a joke, but you were feeling quite merciful today. Instead, you jog a little to catch up and tap his shoulder. He whirls around, eyes widening at the sight of you. Before you can even get a word out, he’s firmly tugging you closer.

“Did you just go out in a jacket?” he asks when you’re under the umbrella and the assault of raindrops stops hounding at your back.

“Looks to be that way,” you manage to sputter out. You’re incredibly close right now and you can almost feel his body heat radiating onto yours through the cold of your clothes. Your stomach knots.

“You’re such a handful,” he sighs, and you laugh.

“Yeah, but you manage,” you tease and he grumbles something incoherent before beginning to walk.

Beneath the same umbrella and making your way down the winding street, the journey is surprisingly easier. Occasionally, his body bumps into yours and you shoulder him back playfully, threatening to splash in the puddles sourcing on the sidewalk just to keep him on his toes. It’s cozy in the way you never expected to feel like.

After a moment of silence, it seems he feels the same because he murmurs, “I wonder why it was you?”

“Hm?”

He breathes in like he’s about to confess a terrible truth like he murdered somebody but instead, Techno says, “Why you make it so...easy to live. Just interacting with people is enough to make my anxiety skyrocket, but you…”

You wait for him to finish.

“You’re different. You just wormed your way into my life and ate it from the inside out.”

Not the best metaphor but maybe he wasn’t good at coming up with grand words or speeches like he could on paper. You’ve caught glimpses of them, inked words messily scribbled on paper towels so he wouldn’t forget. Poetry and flowery words aimed to strike fear into the government and quiet lullabies made to be murmured to children, all sometimes abandoned in the heat of desperation to leave. Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy give the napkins left behind to you, trusting you to keep pieces of him safe. You take them without question.

“Is that a good thing?” you ask, slowly and cautiously because it’s rare for Techno to open up so personally.

“It’s…” he looks at you from the corner of his eye, “Yeah. Definitely good.”

In that moment, you can see your reflection in his dark eyes, hopeful and friendly and inviting. It’s vastly different from before you had looked at yourself before leaving college for good, looking into a mirror in the dorm hallway. The life had drained from your irises, devoid of any passion or fire, but now, you can see a fondness in yourself. One that came with finally having something to live for.

Your heart stutters in its rhythm and you mentally curse.

“That’s all that matters then,” is all you can manage to say. Your lungs feel like they’re collapsing in on themselves and it doesn’t allow much more room to say anything else.

The sky is clear and Techno promised to take you to stargaze.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

The sky is bruising like squished blueberries, making the leaves on the trees seem less bright in the decaying light. You hold a soft plaid blanket in your arms to sit on as you ramble about your day and he listens idly. He likes your voice.

“What constellations are gonna be out tonight?” you ask as leaves crunch underfoot and you duck past the fence.

“I can’t remember,” he answers honestly, following as you begin spreading the fabric, “I haven’t been stargazing in a while. Used to do it a lot back at home, though.”

He can feel the weight of your curious gaze, but you don’t say anything. He falls onto his back and you lay down next to him, waiting for the sky to finally be dark enough to show the stars. When they do, the plan of spotting constellations ends up flopping horribly.

“Why is it supposed to be a fish?” you grumble lightheartedly, “It literally just makes a triangle.”

“I didn’t make them up,” Techno snorts, “If you’re so crabby, why don’t you make your own?”

“Okay, fucking bet,” your eyes sparkle in the moonlight, expression growing oh so competitive. It tugs on Techno’s chest in an odd way that makes the voice in the back of his head fear the implications.

Your hand stretches up, connecting tiny pinpricks of light together into shapes that probably make even less sense than the original constellations. But, you still make up stories about your new sky drawings and laugh clearly into the night that just makes Techno’s heart sing.

“This one probably beat the shit outta some kid,” you start, talking about a rat you’d traced but actually looked like a lump with a line for a tail, “Probably bullied some kid for his lunch money.”

The lightheartedness screeches to a halt. He sucks in a breath. He prays that you don’t take note of it.

Unfortunately, you notice and your smile fades fast, looking over at him with concern. “Tech?”

He doesn’t reply at first, trying to get himself to say anything but the words evade him in that moment. Your fingers curl around his, cautious and comforting. It grounds him, gives him something to hold onto as he blinks back into reality. The world has stopped revolving, the breeze paused momentarily as if it were waiting for something to happen. It urges him to go on.

“I...never told you why I’m really here,” Techno forces himself to mumble.

You immediately protest, always putting his feelings before yours. “Tech - No. No, you don’t have to say anything if it’s not comfortable. Don’t -”

“It’s okay,” he interjects, squeezing onto your hand like it’s the only thing that’s keeping him here. Maybe it was. He sits up and you loyally do as well. All of your attention has been glued to him, long forgetting fake constellations and the fun night you were supposed to be having. "I was in college."

You squeeze back, patiently holding your breath. Right. College was a touchy subject between the both of you for your own respective reasons. He doesn’t know why you left but it feels like a weight on his own mind, keeping the truth from you.

"And it was already kind of shitty. But, one time this kid just - he wouldn't leave me the fuck alone," his eyes flick from star to star, a futile attempt to distract the oncoming bomb. A ticking timer, waiting to explode and devastate everything around it. He feels your thumb run soothing circles across his knuckles.

“And one day, I just - I don’t know,” he presses his lips into a thin line, “He said something stupid. Something about my hair. And I sent him to the hospital. No weapons.”

He hears your sharp inhale, registers it like a painful stab to the stomach. He wonders in the back of his head if this would terrify you. He knows it would have if you were there to witness it. Techno vividly remembers the day his life was ruined. He remembers red and the feeling of a squirming body beneath him. He remembers being fueled by rage and adrenaline and hands over him trying to stop his assault. He remembers blood and teeth and cries of agony.

It disappears with a whisper of the wind.

“I almost killed him just with my hands,” Techno breathes, eyes defocusing, blurring the stars until they wobble back into place, “And it got me expelled.”

“Techno…”

“My parents were understandably upset and tried to fix it with management classes and meds. Therapy flushed some checks down the drain too,” a lump had forced its way up into his throat, choking him, discouraging him from going on any further. But he presses on because it's you and goddamnit, he’s kept this whole situation silent since he first stepped foot into this town he calls a sanctuary, “So one day, I left. No note. No connections. Hopped a bus that took me here.”

It’s out. The thing that caused him to slam out of the door all those years ago. If anybody should be crowned for impulsivity, it’d be Techno. He couldn’t count on his fingers the amount of times his heart guided him more than his head but it brought him here. It brought him to a peaceful town with nice people who held annual traditions and to you who was drowning in everything he loved about it.

But he knows he would drop it all if you merely asked.

Techno doesn’t expect the embrace and he doesn’t realize just how much he missed being held. Your arms wrap around his middle like a non-threatening vice, face burying into his chest as you almost shake. How terrifying it must be, to hold somebody capable of such violence. But maybe it might not last and maybe it was a mistake telling you. So Techno folds around you like you were something to protect since your affection might be fleeting and your time together might end tonight.

So he shuts his eyes and focuses on your figure in his arms.

It’s all he can stand to do.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

People are acting weird again.

They did so when you came home (understandably) and they did it again when you and Techno began popping up together quite frequently. You can feel their eyes on you, ducking out of view to whisper when they think you’re out of earshot. It’s uncomfortable but it’s probably just another town rumor that sprouted up again. They were quite common around here. Gossip, lies, a mistake heard in passing. It spreads through the town from ear to ear like a fucking disease.

Even weirder is when Wilbur gives you the same look when you enter through the door.

“Oh,” he says, making a strangled wounded sound from his throat. It doesn’t help settle your nerves. Quite the opposite, in fact.

“Don’t tell me you caught the case of the gossip,” you joke lightly, a poor attempt at humor and failing to hide the worry in your voice, “What happened this time? Someone’s dog die? Another Karen on her shit at the grocery store by the highway?”

Nobody laughs and it’s then you know it isn’t a joke. It never was in the first place. Something’s happening. Something bad.

“So he didn’t tell you,” Will frowns and it doesn’t give a single clue as to what he could possibly be talking about.

“He? Techno?” That only made you silently panic more. If it concerned Techno, it concerned you (within reason). Was he hurt? Did someone hurt him? Are they talking about his unruly past? You definitely knew about that one. You were there to hold him, there as he clung to you like you were the last thing in the world that mattered.

“Techno is…” Wilbur trails off, licking his lips in anticipation. Stalling.

“Spit it out, Will.”

“He’s moving.”

Silence.

It spills out too fast from the brunette’s lips to let you process it fully but it takes a moment to sink in. He couldn’t. He was leaving? If it’s what he wanted, you’d let him go without question, especially when there was a whole world out there past the borders of this town. But he would have told you. Wouldn’t he? He should. Should’ve. Or did he not trust you as much as you’d thought.

“Where is he?”

Will opens his mouth then closes it like a stupid fucking fish. He knows, but he won’t tell. The palm of your hand connects with the countertop sharply, rattling the wood frame as you glare up at the man.

“Where. Is. He.”

“He didn’t say,” Wilbur rushes, “But he said he needed air. An escape to his troubles.”

You knew exactly where the fucker was.

You storm out of the coffee shop leaving behind a frazzled Wilbur. You don't even notice the aggressive clapping of thunder, the fat wet rain droplets that drip out of the sky until it's pouring. But you don't care about the icy sheets of water that's assaulting you and sinking into your clothing until your bones turn cold. No. You care about the man that's hunched over on the grass bank of your place by the train tracks.

Clearing his mind. Escaping his troubles.

"TECHNOBLADE!"

He's never heard you angry before. Techno jolts, getting to his feet quickly and whirling around to face you. As you pass through the fence, you see that his eyes are so guarded, it's like a punch to the gut. All those months of work and building up your friendship crumbles down to square one. He's watching you like he did when you first stepped into the shop.

He's watching you with mistrust and caution.

The two of you are soaked, lightning flashing somewhere and a rumble of thunder following not long after. You step through the fence and he shifts back immediately, afraid. You're stuck between anger and sadness, strung between too much and too little. He murmurs your name and the rage floods your chest, burning red hot crimson.

"What the hell, Techno?" You demand sharply, getting to the point because at this point, your emotional exhaustion is beginning to catch up.

"I take it you heard," he answers hollowly.

"Just a little fucking bit."

"You're mad."

"Of course I am!" Another round of thunder, "Tech, why wouldn't you tell me?"

He looks away, at the train tracks where nothing was being transported in this kind of weather. Not on these old tracks.

"I didn't want to hurt you," he mumbles pathetically.

"Was it because I was too pushy?"

"No -"

"Too overbearing? Too annoying? Too insufferable?"

He turns away like he can't bear to look at you anymore but it only causes you to be more desperate for answers. To crack him back open like a can of soda with a crisp cool sound. Instead, there's nothing but aggressive rain and thunder that shakes the earth to its core.

Finally, you break. The question falls from your lips without a second thought.

"Is it because I love you?"

You regret it as soon as it comes out of your mouth because Techno's head snaps to attention. You wish you'd kept your big mouth shut. Already, you're reeling in on yourself, hunching over because god fucking damn, it's so cold and it's like the whole world is crashing down around you in a way that you can't stop even if you tried. It's your turn to back up now, scared of what he'd do. Maybe he'd be gone by sunrise, choosing to forget everything that happened between the two of you.

Maybe he'd forget you.

There's nothing but the sound of the storm beating down onto everything. Thunder grumbles angrily.

Suddenly, Techno strides to you, a large hand coming up to grip your jaw. You barely have time to register it before his mouth is on yours, heavy and longing as he presses onto you. You've never been good at lip service, but it feels like you're molded to be together. A whimper escapes your throat as you throw your arms around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer.

Addicting is what it is, feeling all of his emotions swirling as his grip softens and he pulls you in by the waist. Sorrow, regret, hope, desolation, apology, victory, nervousness, all of it is inside him, stuck in a body that conveys it imperfectly. He's warm unlike the rain and it makes you want to stay here forever.

When you pull away for air, you nearly collapse into him.

"Don't go," you plead loud enough for him to hear, "At least not without me."

"I won't," he murmurs, melting promises against the crown of your head as he touches his lips there.

The rain continues onward, chilling you until it makes it hard to think. Techno holds you close like you'd melt with the water, body heat keeping you afloat.

"I love you," he says delicately, carefully, fragilely.

This man, a broken person to fit a broken town loves you. Somebody who gave you free coffee in the mornings, hung out with you by the train tracks, let you glimpse into his shattered past loves you. Technoblade, the foreign guy from an unnamed town who swept you off your feet the day you stepped into that café loves you.

"I love you too," you return and mean it.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

The jingling of a bell causes Techno to look up and a smile instantaneously spreads across his face. It's the genuine kind that he's starting to make a lot more these days.

Drying off his hands, he rounds the corner and reaches out. You meet him in the middle, weaving your fingers together as he leans down for a kiss. You murmur a good morning as he straightens back up.

"Pack it up, lovebirds!" Wilbur shouts playfully in passing, causing you to snort at his antics.

"Go get a room, you sick fucks!" Tommy chimes in like the gremlin he is and screeches when Will ruffles his hair roughly. They disappear into the kitchens when Phil calls for their help.

"Anyway…" Techno sighs in exasperation. "What can I get you today?" He returns to his position and pulls down a mug freshly dried from the dish pile.

"Don't need coffee to wake me up when I have you," you recite perfectly and burst out laughing when he looks at you unimpressed, "I'm kidding. Whatever you think is best since you know me so well."

He takes it as a challenge and dramatically leans on the palms of his hands as he looks at the coffee grounds they have. To be fair, he does know you so well. Ever since the storm, the two of you had been working on smoothing out whatever wrinkles in your relationship you could find. It's shaky, but you hold his hand along the way and calm his nerves when he feels like he's overstepping too much. In return, he cares for you and ensures that you don't want for anything. To his relief, you only want him.

Phil calls your name and you respond in kind. As Techno begins throwing together your drink, he tunes in on the conversation.

"So how's the plan, mate?"

"Good! We're saving up and found a few good places hiring out in the city by the piers. Your generosity doesn't hurt either."

"Just helping you guys along. Just be sure to visit when you move out, alright? I'll miss my boy."

"Of course, at least twice a month."

"And I better be invited to the wedding."

"Phil, we're in our early twenties."

"Doesn't hurt to get the deed done as soon as possible."

"Phil."

Techno laughs under his breath as his skin flushes. Of course, the ultimate goal would be asking your hand in marriage and Phil's always been pushy like that, but you have time. Your bank accounts are piling up with savings as you look into apartments in the city, not too far from your hometown but far enough that it provides the scenery change that you always wanted.

He can't wait to be with you.

"Here you are," he slides your drink into front of you and receives a heartwarming smile in return.

"Mate, you gonna pop the question soon?"

"Nope."

Phil throws his hands up in exaggerated frustration but smiles nonetheless. Techno rounds the corner and sidles up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping arms around your middle. He hums contently when you reach up and run your fingers through his hair, freshly dyed by your own hands.

As your gentle touch makes him shut his eyes, he breathes out and relaxes into you. He hasn't had peace like this in a while, if he ever did in the first place, and he's glad the bus took him here in this town far far away.

Technoblade buries his nose into the crook of your neck and smiles.

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bratkook · 4 years

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girls like you. (m) kth

‘swear to god she's a blessing and a curse, should’ve learned from you’

pairing. taehyung x reader genre. smut, some plot (not really) word count. 26k warnings. three separate smut scenes: masturbation in a public bathroom, handjob, exhibitionism on a bus, tae creeps on oc’s nudes, brief mentions of oc being a sex worker, dirty talk, messy sex, praising, grinding, pussy job, cum swallowing, overstimulation, forced orgasms, oral (m. receiving), fingering, begging, use of sex toys (hitachi), color system, use of safe word (yellow not red), crying, edging, choking, cockwarming, oc is very much straight forward and ‘in charge’ but def not a dom summary. girls like you were the ones he desired from afar. girls like you weren’t the girls you take home to mother. girls like you knew the power they had over a boy like him and fuck, did he love it. note. this is a reupload of an older story that i took down to be re-edited. it’s essentially pure filth with some plot and it’s mostly an excuse to write something where Taehyung is a little submissive compared to the reader. also 100% inspired by the song girls like u by blackbear. please let me know your thoughts on this thank u ilysm !!

The daily commute from his home to university was always long and boring to put it simply. The monotonous routine was something he could do with his eyes closed. It started the same every morning, waking up with sleep still heavy on his lids, grabbing a quick bite to eat from the convenience store by the bus stop, and waiting in the differing degrees of weather until the hunk of metal creeped up the street.

There was one plus to dragging himself out of bed at the ungodly hour of five am in order to catch the bus on time—really why did he ever think choosing morning classes was the way to go—regardless, the blessing came in the form of a near empty bus the second he stepped on.

Considering he was one of the first stops for this route, he’s lucky enough to always snag a seat. It's the same seat every time and he’s almost positive the regular riders knew this by now. Snagging a seat meant he could tuck his headphones in, rest his head against the window of the bus and pretend the way his head bounced back from the potholes wasn’t killing the last remaining brain cells he had.

What difference would a few brain cells be in the grand scheme of things? He couldn’t care less, always more focused on whatever was on his phone. The brightness was dimmed to an appropriate setting to not burn his dry eyes, strands of hair covering his face as he looked down at his lap, fingers scrolling robotically through his instagram feed and then switching over to his twitter.

It must have been a sign from god that made instagram crash that morning, causing an influx of annoying ‘is instagram down for anyone else or just me’ tweets that made him roll his eyes and choose to lock his phone and lift his head up from its permanent downcast position. He was getting a mean case of tech neck anyways, rolling his head and shoulders to release the awkward tension lingering in his muscles.

That’s when he noticed the eyes staring right at him. Had he looked up more often he would have known that those exact eyes had been watching him intently for weeks now, sitting and hoping he would eventually look up. He’s half expecting you to look away, embarrassed by being caught blatantly staring at him but instead, you tilted your head slightly and gave him a sly smirk, almost as if you’re taunting him to look away. And that’s exactly what he does, his eyes darting away and apparently his whole head wanted to follow, ramming against the window with a nice whack.

Great. Good going man.

He could feel his face burning with embarrassment, refusing to look up because he could just picture you laughing at him. Hell, maybe you were recording him with the purpose to post once instagram decided to get it’s shit together. With that in mind, it didn’t take much debating before he decided that repetitive tweets were more entertaining than making eye contact with you again, unlocking his phone and beginning the endless scrolling once more.

The long ride allowed him to eventually push his embarrassment aside, eyes lazily skimming the words on his screen, not digesting anything he’s reading. It’s not until the bus jolted forward at his stop that he took a chance and looked over at you quickly, noticing you were already up by the front, waltzing out of the doors before he could even get himself up from his seat.

A double take out the window confirmed that he was in fact at the university bus stop, hastily shoving his phone into his pocket and hurrying off the bus before the driver could get annoyed at his slow pace.

Your silhouette was slowly disappearing through the crowd of other students and he had to snap out of his small daze once he lost you entirely, shrugging his shoulders at the odd encounter before making his way towards his first class of the morning.

His university is pretty large, the amount of students here bordering on absurd and it’s the main reason he chose to take the bus to school instead of driving because the parking lot is literally hell on earth. With all that said, he still couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t seen you before this morning. Had you always taken that bus with him? Also, how long had you been staring at him? Maybe it was just today, but fuck, did that mean he had something weird on his face...or maybe his hair looked jacked up in order for you to just stare.

“You good?” The sound of Jungkook brought him out of the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind, coming to a screeching halt and settling back into the dust as he came back to reality. Once his eyes finally focused back in, he realized he’s been staring at some random girl a few seats down with a zombie like expression. No wonder she was now giving him a bizarre look.

“Fuck.” Too embarrassed to even attempt to apologize to his classmate, he averted his eyes and looked to his left where Jungkook sat, a concerned expression on his face as he took a giant bite out of his oversized breakfast burrito. “I’m good.”

Jungkook gave him a once over, narrowing his eyes as he chewed his food, a bit of egg lingering by his lip. “Bullshit.”

The look of disgust on Taehyung’s face was very evident, so Jungkook could only smile before taking yet another massive bite out of his burrito, making an absolute show of chewing the meal.

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Thanks.” Jungkook laughed, blowing his friend a kiss before properly chewing and taking a gulp of his water. “You sure you’re good Tae? You were staring into the fucking abyss or something earlier.”

From first glance he definitely looked like he was really thinking about some deep rooted issues. His body had been slightly hunched over his desk, eyes zoned out on that poor girl but his mind was elsewhere. An array of emotions had played out on his face, features contorted into different forms of distress as he had a mental conversation with himself. So when Jungkook walked in and saw him in that state he just had to make sure he was alright.

“I’m fine, just had a weird morning is all.”

The next morning started off the same as always. Taehyung only had two morning classes today so he stayed in his sweats and hoodie, stopping by the convenience store to grab something to eat before getting to his bus stop.

It was routine: his feet dragging along the sidewalk and coming to a halt beside the bench, mind still heavy with sleep, until a flash of a memory pops in so quickly it made him wince.

That’s when he was reminded about you.

You had left his mind after his first class yesterday, the stress of assignments taking over the part of his brain that was curious–and a little embarrassed–about your interaction. All that occupied his day was finishing that essay for his biology class, facetiming Jimin who needed help deciding between shirts before his date, and now the kimbap he currently had in his hand.

But as he sat at the bench waiting for the bus, the only thing repeating in his mind was him smacking his face against the glass so hard his brain rattled, and unfortunately, his breakfast didn’t seem as appetizing anymore.

When the familiar hunk of metal pulled up in front of him he couldn’t help the small feeling of nerves bubbling up in his stomach. He felt a little stupid, how one situation was making him overthink little things when for all he knew you’ve been riding the same bus for months.

He shuffled down the aisle after swiping his bus card, head staring at the floor because he was a little scared to look up and see you on the bus already. Thankfully his usual seat was unoccupied—the last row at the back right next to the right window—so he made a beeline right towards it.

Crinkling from his pockets filled the quiet bus as he finally settled into his seat, setting his backpack onto the floor right between his legs. Moving slowly in order to not draw attention, his hand reached in and pulled out the kimbap from his pocket, peeling it open and taking a bite off the corner. His eyes took a peek up, cautiously drifting over the few passengers on the bus with him and noticing that you weren’t on the bus yet.

Okay, my stop is before hers.

Taehyung’s body instantly relaxed into his seat, a small sigh leaving his lips. The creeping feeling of embarrassment faded away now, allowing him to fish his phone out of his pocket as he enjoyed his breakfast, fingers tapping as he scrolled and liked the occasional picture on instagram.

Considering it was a Wednesday morning all social media was pretty dead, so once he got to the end of everything, he locked his phone and just stared at the scenery blending together.

Before he could fully zone out, something made his nerves light up. A small burning sensation coming from his left and he had an inkling of what it could be. Carefully, he lifted his head away from against the window and let his eyes travel over to where he just knew you were sitting.

Yup. There you were. A few seats closer than last time, sat in one of the single seats facing the aisles, staring right at him. His eyes trailed down from yours and couldn’t help but stare at the small bit of cleavage you had showing in your low cut shirt. A gold charm was resting between your boobs, cursive letters spelling out what he could only assume was a nickname.

He only realized he was blatantly staring at your tits when the sudden movement of your hand coming up brought him out of his stupid fuckboy trance.

To be honest, he was expecting you to move your hand to lift your shirt up or flip him off, he wasn’t expecting you to tug your shirt down a bit further and lean over, placing your chin on the hand that was resting on your crossed leg. His wide eyes drifted up to your lips, seeing the gloss shining off of them, showcasing the little smirk you had on.

You were taunting him, seeing if he would look away this time or not, and surprisingly he hadn’t. He wasn’t looking at your boobs now though, his eyes were zoned in on your lips and the occasional pink bubble you would blow with your gum.

Deciding to take it a small step further, you leaned back a tiny bit and let your fingertips graze the top of your chest while maintaining your gaze on him. That was when his eyes shot down to your chest once more, seeing the heart outline tattoo on your pinky before quickly looking around the bus at the other riders who weren’t paying you any attention.

When he finally got the courage to look directly at your eyes you just gave him a wink before leaning all the way back in your seat and deciding you were done with whatever the hell that was, leaving Taehyung sitting in his seat, slightly sexually frustrated and a little confused at how something so simple could rile him up.

When the bus jolted to a stop in front of the university you hopped up from your seat and headed off to your class with a hop in your step, satisfied with your little game. Taehyung could simply watch with a dumbfounded expression, immediately standing up from his seat and awkwardly holding his bag in front of him to try to hide his junk as discreetly as he could.

This was embarrassing. Why was every encounter he’d had with you this far ended in him feeling embarrassed and you feeling accomplished?

Little did he know that’s how the majority of your encounters would go. The bus ride to school was now the leading cause of his blue balls and the highlight of your rather boring morning. He had now started to see you around school more often, whether that was because he was now looking out for you or purely coincidental, he wasn’t sure but he was certain you were taunting him. Especially with the outfits you would wear. They weren’t vastly inappropriate, but it seemed like every pair of shorts got a little shorter and every skirt a little tighter.

Obviously he knew he probably wasn’t the only dude who was on your radar, so it was a little self centered to assume you were doing this just to him, but it was definitely affecting him to the extent of his friends asking him what the hell was on his mind.

“Honestly dude, what’s your deal?”

“Hm?” he questioned, one hand on the lid of his coffee cup while his eyes stared at the table they were currently sitting around in the nearby coffee shop. Taehyung had been zoned out the entire time his friends had been talking about the upcoming party at Seokjin’s fraternity later this week. His mind just kept repeating the scene that unfolded on the bus earlier that morning with you, a skirt that was too short, and the way you let him catch a glance of your underwear when you accidentally opened your legs too wide when you went to cross them over.

“Like, what porn are you watching that constantly has you in a daze?”

“Yeah, send us a link or something!”

Taehyung frowned at his friends' comments, although they weren’t really too far off. He might not be thinking about porn exactly, but his thoughts were far from pure regarding you.

Jungkook was cackling obnoxiously as the rest of his friends cracked jokes about Taehyung being a porn addict, and honestly it was a shocker they hadn’t been asked to leave from the sheer volume coming from the group. Add the vulgar topic of porn to the mix and it was only a matter of minutes before the cute barista who had a huge crush on Yoongi would come over and shyly ask them to keep it down.

“Shut up,” Tae grumbled out, hand abandoning his coffee cup and aggressively rubbing his eyes. It was almost like he was trying to scrub the thought of you out of his mind like a dirty stain on his clothes.

Namjoon was the one who suddenly gasped like a child finding change on the floor. “Fuck, it’s not porn is it?”

That caused a couple of confused grunts to come from around him, choruses of ‘well if not porn then what’ and ‘no way don’t you see the difference in buffness between his arms he’s totally addicted to some weird shit.’

Taehyung sat up a little straighter, a small look of curiosity on his face as he glanced at Namjoon. Yes, his friend was the genius of the group in every sense of the word but he couldn’t have possibly figured it ou— “Who’s the girl you’ve been literally fantasizing over for weeks?”

Fuck.

Whoops and hollers were the next sound of choice from his immature friends, Hoseok going as far as violently shaking his shoulder while everyone teased him and that’s when Eunha finally walked over very timidly.

“Hey Yoongi.”

Yoongi glanced up at the sound of his name, his smile growing a little softer when he noticed who it was coming from. Everyone knew she had a crush on him—including Yoongi himself—so they always tried to be as nice as possible to her. “Hey Eunha.”

She tucked a piece of her short hair behind her ear, her eyes drifting to everyone around the table before landing back on Yoongi. “Sorry, my boss is just saying you guys are being a little too loud and I don’t want him to kick you guys out so,” she pressed her palms together gently. “Could you guys just bring it down a tiny bit?”

“Shit, yeah. Sorry about that. We’ll keep it down, thanks babe.” A small blush tinted her cheeks at the pet name and she was only able to mumble out a meek okay before she scurried off with a giant smile on her face.

All of them watched her round the corner and slip into the employee only backroom, smiles on all of their faces until the door swung shut, and then they were back to all eyes on Taehyung.

“So, who is she?” They all inched in a little closer at Jimin’s question, acting like fucking vultures, desperate for any bit of gossip Tae was willing to spill. They couldn’t be blamed though, they had witnessed their usual charismatic friend go from flirting with random girls and throwing jokes here and there to basically sitting in class in a weird zombie-like trance. But those were only the days where he had morning classes, so they just needed to find the connection between it all.

“Just some girl I ride the bus with to school.”

There was a beat of silence before Yoongi spoke up. “Okay, so ask her out?”

Now how was he supposed to come out and say that you and him had never really spoken, and he didn’t even know your name and you didn’t know his, and the only interactions you’ve had were very sexual in nature, but you’ve also never physically touched each other? He was stuck, only able to chew on his lips in thought, but luckily his friends took that as a cue to encourage him.

“Yeah man, ask her out or something! Especially if she’s got you this strung up.”

He wanted to laugh, really he did, but he also realized that he really didn’t have anything to lose when it came to approaching you. If he approached you and it didn’t go in his favor then he could just move on with his life. Pretty simple right?

That was how he found himself bolting up the second you did the next morning on the bus, standing a few feet behind you as the bus pulled up to the stop. You had chosen to simply stare at him every now and then during this particular morning, extremely PG compared to the other rides, so he thankfully didn’t have the majority of his blood rushing to his dick today. Because of this, he was hopeful he could actually say some words to you that didn’t make him seem like an asshole.

You stepped off the bus quickly, your heeled booties clicking against the steps and landing on the concrete smoothly, whereas his vans thumped the whole way down with a lot less grace in his haste, but he was able to catch up to you nonetheless.

He didn’t want to shout out your name because well, he didn’t actually know your full name aside from the cute charmed necklace you constantly wore, and what better way to garner more creepy points than to make it clear he stared at your tits. So he chose to jog up to you and place a hand on your shoulder, making your body come to a halt, but it was almost like you were expecting it with the half smile that graced your face.

“Hey, what’s your deal?”

Nice first words Taehyung.

You raised a brow at his remark, arms coming to cross under your chest as you watched him with clear amusement on your features. “My deal?” Your voice had him pausing momentarily, he was half expecting it to sound high and sweet but there was a slight edge to it, the sound a little lower in tone than he had mentally imagined.

“Uh yeah.” He let go of your shoulder and chose to fidget with the black beanie on his head instead, his palms going clammy. “You’ve been staring at me for weeks on the bus.”

You were staring at him intently, watching how nervous he was to even speak to you, not an ounce of shame on your face at being called out. The fact that he was even talking to you had caught you off guard. You weren’t really expecting him to ever say anything at this point since most men would have pounced for a chance to get a word in after the first time they had caught you staring at them.

“Does that bug you?”

“No!” He instantly shouted out, hands outstretched almost as if he was scared of offending you. “I just wanted to know why you…stare?”

You nodded along, your lips turning up at the corners slyly, tongue gently running along the bottom of your teeth as you smiled. “You’re nice to stare at.” His eyes widened at that and you couldn’t help but think how cute he looked in that moment. Why did he seem like he was so out of his element?

“And,” you started as you pulled a slip of paper and a pen out of your small side bag, quickly jotting something down before folding it in half. “I’ve just been thinking about how cute you’d look between my thighs for the past couple of weeks, so message me whenever you want.” You reached down and picked up the hand that was resting by his side, your fingers opening his palm and sliding the paper into it before closing it and just walking away without a second glance.

How could you just waltz away as if you hadn’t made him combust internally, calling him cute while slipping in a filthy thought. You hadn’t even cared to get his name before you admitted to wanting to sleep with him, and if this were a frat party and Taehyung was absolutely wasted that’s exactly how he would approach a girl too, but being on the receiving end made him a little unsure of himself.

The tiny folded paper in his palm was spread apart and that’s when he finally learned your actual name, along with your number which was written beside it in black ink and finished off with a heart.

He never got the courage to text you.

Well, not until he saw you on the bus the following morning with a damn lollipop in between your lips. The way you slowly trailed it up towards your lips was just asking for dirty thought to cross his mind.

That was exactly your reason for doing it though, this was like a game for you, he just didn’t realize it and that’s what enticed you to continue it, torturing him slightly since he had failed to reach out to you.

You let the green lollipop rest on your tongue momentarily before gliding it down and letting the tip of your tongue circle around it, seeing his eyes widen slightly at the provocative action.

Taehyung looked around at the lingering passengers to see if anyone was watching whatever this was going down but there was no audience, there never seemed to be one. The only passengers were gathered towards the front, all engrossed in their books or phones so they don’t see the way you swirl your tongue around the candy.

You clearly had the art of seduction down by how quickly he could feel his pants tightening but he couldn’t help it. His eyes were glued on your mouth, the way you were enjoying that stupid sucker was way too sexual and it didn’t help that your eyes were piercing into him. You knew exactly what you were doing to him. With how fixated his eyes were you could tell what thoughts were floating in his mind, especially by the way he shifted in his seat.

Taehyung was currently hating his life with all he had in him for wearing sweats, gray sweats to top it off. Those are surely going to show the nice outline of his half hard dick when he gets up.

He really should look away from you but every time he tried, flashes of you between his legs would entice him to keep staring. There has never been a moment where he felt more like a pervert than right now and he almost felt ashamed to be watching you. Almost.

This was just fun for you, you weren’t dwelling on this as much as Taehyung was. You only ever thought of him when you woke up for class and wondered how you were going to subtly torture him on the commute to school. You wanted to see how far you could take it before he reacted differently, whether that be him approaching you in person once more or finally shooting you a text.

Would he ever make a move on you? It was hard to tell considering he never reached out and what man would turn down an invite for casual sex if he was semi interested. Would he ever tell you to stop? You obviously would, but the way he denied being bothered by you giving him attention just led you to believe he was very much into it.

The subtle shift in his seat also showed you how much he was into the little show you had for him. He had pulled his phone out, tapping on a new message with your name being typed in.

Why are you doing this– he quickly deleted that, the little line flashing as it waited for the next words to be typed out.

Do you enjoy giving me random boners this early– nope delete that too.

The feeling of the bus coming to a stop made him lift his gaze from his phone and back to you, a small wink was shot in his direction before you were standing up and walking your way towards the front of the bus, your lollipop making your cheek bulge out as you let it rest on the side of your mouth. Taehyung just watched you standing there, one hand gripping the metal railing above you as the bus approached the stop. You gave one last glance over your shoulder to see if he had moved before you stepped off the bus, taking the sucker out of your mouth and giving him a wicked smirk before popping it back in and sauntering off to your first class of the day.

Taehyung once again had a boner pressing against the fabric of his pants and he couldn’t help the groan that left him because dammit, this was happening too often. He was tired of having to daydream about nasty shit to get it to go away while you just pranced off satisfied with how you left him.

He hesitated in his seat for a moment, debating whether he should hop off and head back home so he could calmly deal with the current situation in his pants or if he could suck it up and actually focus enough during his first class.

The bus driver looked at his rear mirror and gave him an irritated look, and with that his decision was made for him. Well a compromise actually, he wouldn’t be able to focus in class when all he was thinking about was your lips around his cock and the fact that you admitted to wanting to fuck him, but he also couldn’t leave school entirely because he had a test his next class and the bus ride back to his house and back to school was too troublesome to bother with.

So he was currently headed to the boys restroom in the building his first class was in, a little more pep in his step because he was finally going to fix one of the problems you caused. Did he feel a little shame in him? Yes. He did. But he was currently blocking that out entirely. All he was thinking about was how great the feeling of his hand around his dick was going to be, and that alone was enough to get him to walk just a little bit faster.

He entered the building and climbed up the stairs two at a time, clearly in a hurry but who could blame him. Luckily most classes were currently in session and if someone didn’t have a class they were usually lounging outside or getting coffee nearby so he knew the bathroom would be free of people, proven right when he swung the door open and saw no one inside.

Taehyung walked to the stall the furthest away from the door and deemed it worthy enough before stepping in and locking it behind him. He took a deep breath as he stared at the wall in front of him, having somewhat of a mental debate. Had he really gotten to this point where he had to resort to jacking off in a bathroom stall?

He let one of his palms rub down his face for a moment, but only a moment because he had a problem to fix and right now his throbbing dick was way more important than his morals. So he shrugged off his backpack and hung it behind him on the hook and slid his sweats down along with his boxers, the material bunching together around his thighs.

Taehyung shut his eyes, not being able to stare at the porcelain toilet in front of him as he wrapped his hand around his cock, the feeling making a shudder run up his back. A gentle tug started his motions, his shoulders dropping from finally feeling some sort of relief after the show you had put on for him. The way your pink lips were wet from sucking on your candy made it easy to picture you between his legs, your lips coated in saliva from giving him what he’s sure would be the best blowjob of his life, chin messy as you stuck your tongue out for him.

He could almost feel his hands in between your hair, tugging on your strands as you picked up the pace, so he mimicked it himself, stopping momentarily to spit into his palm to make the glide a little smoother.

Fuck, he really should have texted you, maybe then he wouldn’t be doing something as filthy as this. Maybe—no he definitely would know what this would feel like in real life, but his hand would just have to do.

A groan left his mouth as he tugged on his cock faster now, eyes squeezing shut as he pictured you sucking on the tip of it, your eyes looking up at him in the same piercing way they always did. He’d like to think that you’d deepthroat him, or tease him, maybe even edge him because you definitely liked to torture him. His mind was flipping through a million and one scenarios as his pace sped up, now hunched over the toilet, the hand that wasn’t pushing him over the edge of an orgasm pressed against the wall in front of him.

His hips started thrusting into his hand, joining in on the motion, a whine felt at the back of his throat begging to come out because of how desperate he felt for his release. The pent up frustration he had for himself, and how badly he wanted to fuck you, paired up with his thumb focusing on his tip every time he stroked up brought him to his orgasm. A choked groan left his mouth as his hips stuttered, his hand continuing to stroke himself rather quickly as ribbons of white shot into the toilet. His groans turned into soft whines as he kept up the pace, the tingles he felt on his dick from the oversensitivity felt too good for him to stop, he was way too desperate for this and it was disappointing that it was over. It wasn’t until his hips and stomach continued to twitch that he finally pulled his hand away from his softening dick.

Taehyung leaned his back against the door, feeling the material of his backpack against him as he slumped down. His forehead was sweaty and his chest was heaving from his orgasm but he was content with himself now, mind no longer whirling with thoughts of you and that damn lollipop. He grabbed toilet paper and cleaned himself up before wiping down the toilet seat as clean as he could and flushing the evidence down the toilet.

He secured the strings to his sweatpants once again and stepped out of the stall, standing a little taller, glancing from side to side and letting out a breath of relief that no one was occupying the urinals or stalls. After washing his hands he stepped back out into the halls of his university and headed down the stairs to go sit in the quad to wait for his next class.

You were going to be the death of him. How was it that you had this much power over him and were so unaffected by it? He needed to do something about this, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Taehyung ignored the notifications on his screen from his friends and opened up a new message, typing in your name before staring at the blank thread waiting to be filled.

Taehyung 9:40am : I hope you’re happy with the problem you gave me.

Was that the best message to send? Probably not, but he wasn’t letting himself think about it too much before the spark of courage left him so he tapped send and immediately backed out of the message, choosing to pretend to occupy his mind by reading the texts he got from Jungkook. The typical ‘are you dead’ texts he would send him if he ever missed class, along with a random text from Namjoon asking if he’d made a move on the mystery girl yet.

Taehyung jumped so hard his phone almost fell out of his grasp when it buzzed with a new text from you. His fingers couldn’t move fast enough to open the notification but his smile dropped instantly when he saw your response.

Y/N 9:51am : Who is this?

How should he respond to this? Were you joking?

His lips were pursed as he stared at his screen, waiting to see the three little dots indicating that you were still typing, maybe saying it was a joke but they never popped up so Taehyung decided to be rational and realize that he literally never gave you his name.

Taehyung 9:53am : It’s Taehyung.

Stupid. You wouldn’t know who that was so he went back and started typing another response only stopping when another one of your messages popped up.

Y/N 9:54am :???

Taehyung 9:55am : Boy on bus

He left the messages open, staring at the screen and grinning to himself when he saw the notification pop up under his text, letting him know you had read the message. But when you never replied as the minutes went on, he started to feel a little dejected, so he locked his phone and shoved it deep into his pocket as he tried to go about the rest of his day.

Taehyung liked to think he was a very easy going guy, someone who doesn’t let little things get to him, but that was just him lying to himself. He was relatively chill about 70 percent of the time, but that remaining 30 percent? Oh boy, that was the over thinking, over analyzing, Taehyung.

“Are you okay?” Solji, the girl who sat next to him in his environmental science class asked him. They hardly ever spoke unless they were exchanging notes for upcoming quizzes, but with the way his face currently looked she just had to make sure he wasn’t going through something serious. She tried once more but when he didn’t answer she just shrugged and decided it wasn’t her business.

He had his brows furrowed so deeply there was a small little indent in between them, his eyes focused on the corner of his desk while his mind was trying to think of every reason you hadn’t responded. You could have lost your phone, or better yet maybe somebody had snatched it from you the very second you had read his message. Or maybe, your phone—or his—glitched and you never got the message at all.

Little did he know you were currently sitting in your economics class, tucked away in the back corner with your phone in your hand as the professor lectured with the projector screen on in the dark room. You were purposely ignoring Taehyung’s message, turning your read receipts on just to torture him further.

He had finally messaged you and unfortunately it was not with a invitation to fuck. It did however paint a smile on your face because you knew he was very affected by you from the message he sent.

All you wanted was for him to be more forward. You knew he had jacked off at school, he had to, so why couldn’t he just go ahead and say that. Spice shit up a little and talk about what he was thinking about when he did it. It’s the little things really.

You clicked back onto his thread in your messages, choosing now to respond to him. Your fingernails lightly clicked on your screen as you typed out a response and snickered before hitting send.

Y/N 11:37am : Oh? okay.

Taehyung felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and his heart stopped, eyes widening to the point where poor Solji was once again concerned about his well being. She was gonna ask him one more time if he was okay but his sudden movement had her flinching back and avoiding eye contact as he shoved his hands into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Oh fuck she responded. He thought to himself as he unlocked his phone to see the notification, he opened the thread and read the message, scrolling up and back down almost as if he was trying to refresh the page for more of the message to load because there was no way in fucking hell that’s all you sent him.

But it was. That much was made very clear after a few minutes passed and you didn’t send anything else.

It was almost like Taehyung’s mind was on autopilot. He had finished his test minutes prior, so he shoved his pencil and extra scantron into his backpack before he stood up and practically stomped his way out of the classroom.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t handle the mystery that was you. It would be very easy for him to just text back and get to know you but this was the 30 percent, over thinking, over analyzing, not chill Taehyung, and that was just not the way he did things.

Not chill Taehyung decided it was appropriate to bail out on his current class as well as bail out on the plans his friends had all made after classes. He decided it was perfectly fine to hop his merry self onto the bus and head on home. The plan was not very thought out, at all, but as he rode the bus home he just knew he would have to do some lurking to find something about you.

While he was doing that driving his mind into the gutter, you were leaving your current class, heading out to meet your friends for a late lunch.

You had your phone held in your hand, almost hoping Taehyung would text back with something a little exciting, but he didn’t. That was fine by you though, he was right in assuming he wasn’t the only guy on your radar and although something about him made you want to pounce on him, if he wasn’t going to act on it then you weren’t going to dwell on it.

“Alright girls so what’s the plan for tomorrow night?” Hani spoke up, rubbing her hands together evilly.

“Be a child of god and go to sleep on time because I have a test the following day.” A chorus of boos followed all around, Sunmi even going as far as tossing a crumpled up napkin at Chungha who only rolled her eyes.

“C’mon Chungha. Just come out for a little bit,” you pleaded, grabbing her hands in yours and giving her the saddest puppy eyes you could muster.

“Ahh, no! You always do this Y/N!” she whined, throwing her head back in frustration. “But fine, only for two hours and I can’t get wasted.”

The three of you cheered obnoxiously, knowing very well that she would end up as trashed as all of you were, but that was a problem for tomorrow night. A problem for tonight however just occurred in the form of a notification on your phone.

You stared at it curiously, it was a notification from your blog that you used on occasion so you opened it up and smirked at what you discovered.

Not chill Taehyung had obviously gone home and did his lurking on you. Nowadays it really wasn’t hard to find anything on anyone considering how open people were on their socials so Taehyung was able to find your instagram with ease, especially now that he had your phone number.

He had scrolled through your feed carefully, seeing group photos with your girlfriends at parties, and an abundance of slightly suggestive selfies. There was one thing that was clear, you definitely had confidence in your body and he admired that.

Instagram only showed him a glimpse of your life and it wasn’t enough for him. Considering Taehyung had an account for every social media made, he knew you probably did too. So he took to a generic search, and even a reverse image search because he was so desperate it was pathetic. But it worked, because one certain photo you had uploaded on your instagram of you in a bikini with your face cut off was also uploaded onto a blog online.

At first glance he assumed it was just a generic porn blog that had reposted your photo, but upon further scrolling he noticed all the photos on there were of the same girl. You.

His first instinct was to exit out of the site and act like he never found it, feeling slightly creepy at what his lurking had uncovered. But the curiosity was eating him alive, so he continued to scroll, seeing simple photos of you in lingerie; never revealing your face or anything else besides your ass and boobs. Along with that were some questions you would answer and with that he gathered that you had quite a bit of fans online.

There was one photo in particular that really caught his attention. The image was a little low quality, showing you with a black heart choker on and a stringy caged bralette that let your boobs pop out, your fingers slicked with something he could only imagine as they pinched your pebbled nipples. The heart outline tattoo on your pinky is what confirmed that it was in fact you in that photo, and that was enough for him to click the heart button on the bottom right to save into his likes for later.

What he didn’t know was that you checked your activity quite often. He also didn’t know that his blog, unlike yours, was not anonymous and had a stupid selfie of him as the icon.

So as he sat in his room and jerked off while thinking about you for the second time that day, you sat in the restaurant and giggled to yourself a little every time he liked a new photo, letting you know exactly what he was up to.

“Are you on that money pile blog of yours again?” Sunmi asked as she chewed on a chunk of butter soaked bread.

“Yes,” you responded simply, taking a sip of your drink and smiling when your friends cheered you on.

“How much have you made with it?” Hani asked curiously, pulling her shirt's neckline out to inspect her boobs.

You thought about it for a moment; you started that blog to help you pay for school and have some left over for yourself and with luck on your side, it took off pretty quickly. While you did post provocative pictures online, they were all pretty timid in nature, so it was only a matter of time before you started getting messages of people interested in purchasing personal pictures or videos.

There were quite a few older men willing to send you hundreds of dollars for simple photos or videos, but the majority of your buyers were people around your age who chose to purchase access to your private account for a monthly fee. It was always funny to you how some of these people went to your school and either had no idea it was you, or chose to pretend they didn’t know you.

“Enough to pay off my tuition this semester and put some away.”

Chungha nodded to herself, thinking it was impressive. “Get your coin girl.”

The following morning Taehyung hopped onto the bus with a feeling of guilt settling into the pit of his stomach, a nasty churning sensation that had plagued him in his sleep. It made him forgo his usual kimbap breakfast, afraid he’d hurl it up the second he made eye contact with you on this ride and the last thing he needed was another embarrassing moment to add to the list.

He shouldn’t have touched himself to those photos that you hadn’t sent to him exclusively, and he definitely shouldn’t have saved them in his likes. Sure they were on a public domain, but still, it made him feel wrong.

He slid into his seat of choice and shoved his earbuds in, drowning out the small hum that filled the vehicle. Taehyung was so focused on trying to fry out the memory of your boobs from his mind by blasting music that he hadn’t noticed the bus stop and the sound of chunky platforms making their way up the aisle.

You sat down a few rows closer than normal, analyzing him for a moment; his dark hair was covering his eyes partially, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his grey windbreaker, and his jean clad legs bouncing rapidly made it so clear he was nervous.

Perfect.

A smile graced your lips as you slipped your phone out, opening up the thread you had with Taehyung, with your very uninterested message being the last thing you had sent him. It’s almost as if the tiny devil on his shoulder called his attention, convincing him to peer over, almost jumping in his seat when he realized you were on the bus and a lot closer than before.

When he saw your attention on your phone instead of him for once, he couldn’t help but think that maybe you had lost interest in this little game. Maybe he had taken it a bit too far and knowing he had jacked off at school to the thought of you had turned you off.

That is until his phone buzzed in his pocket. Sharp eyes darting up and locking onto his right after, a knowing smirk on your face as you raised your hand and waved your fingers at him.

Y/N 8:09am : Hi bus boy.

Oh god.

Why was he so fucking nervous to talk to you god dammit. His eyes drifted back over to you, seeing you still staring at him, your head tilted in curiosity at why he still hadn’t responded.

With slightly trembling hands he begins to type out a response.

Taehyung 8:11am : Hey bu—

His fingers stop when a new message slides up on the screen.

Y/N 8:11am : Thanks for liking my pictures on my blog.

Y/N 8:11am : Saving them for later?

His stomach drops, mind playing a nice little montage of him scrolling through your blog and pressing that damn heart button as fast as he could. How could he be so stupid in thinking he was being discreet?

Taehyung 8:13am : Fuck im so sorry

He couldn’t look back up, his eyes focused on the three dots indicating your typing. It seemed endless. Were you gonna send him a giant paragraph calling him a pig or some other insult, tell him you had blocked his IP address and would be filing a restraining order on him?

Y/N 8:16am : No, it’s my pleasure.

He stared at the text in mild shock, the kissy face emoji at the end taunting him. Were you fucking with him? It honestly seemed like it considering you had hopped up off your seat and walked off the bus, your hips swaying in the small skirt you wore which only taunted him some more.

Taehyung let out a groan as he rubbed his palms into his face in frustration. What the hell was his deal? He felt like a prepubescent boy who had never spoken to a girl let alone slept with one. Maybe he was losing his edge. Regardless, he was done suffering through this alone so he was going to suck up his pride and seek out the help of his friends.

That was how he found himself once again sitting around the table in the small cafe they all frequented. The six of his friends gave him intent stares at he finished off his story, “And my dumbass didn’t think to maybe not like the pictures for later and she sent me this text the next morning.” He paused to slide his phone into the middle of the table with the message thread lighting up the screen, “And now I don’t know what the hell to do.”

Yoongi pressed his lips together as he shook his head, fingers adjusting the olive green beanie that he had on. “You’re a dumbass.”

Taehyung gave him a shocked expression, the wrinkles in his forehead only deepening when he saw the rest of the guys nodding along in agreement. “What the fuck?”

“What?” Yoongi spoke in a monotone, his eyes playfully narrowing at his friend, taunting him to try to defend himself.

“How am I a dumbass?”

Jungkook rubbed his hands together momentarily, looking around at the others to see if they were gonna speak up or if he was gonna have to be the one to do it. “Look dude,” he started off when he realized no one was gonna put Tae out of his misery. “You have this girl throwing herself at you, straight up telling you she wants to fuck you, and instead of acting on it you chose to jack off to the thought of her?”

Now that someone had said it outloud Taehyung did feel a bit stupid.

This was so out of character for him, he was the kind of guy who hit on girls at frat parties and didn’t bother getting more information besides their name before he was taking them upstairs, and now that you were giving him that treatment, he didn’t know what to do.

“Not only are you stupid for not sleeping with her, but who the hell lurks and gets caught? What a rookie mistake!” Hoseok hollers out, causing Jimin and Namjoon to laugh along with him, and Taehyung could only feel his face redden in embarrassment.

Jin had Tae’s phone in his hand, scrolling through the extremely underwhelming messages you two had sent each other when suddenly, it dinged and a new image popped up at the bottom. “Oh wow!”

That caught everyone's attention, all of them leaning over to try to get a glimpse at whatever Jin had seen but he had already locked the phone, the screen turning black and blocking the guys from seeing the teasing picture you had sent Taehyung out of boredom.

“Aw c’mon, what was it?” Jimin whined, staring at the still locked phone that was now in Taehyung’s hands, hands itching to grab the device.

Taehyung sighed. Did he even want to know?

One glance from Jin told him he sure as hell should, so he dimmed the brightness of his phone before he unlocked it to open up your message. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes made out the image, almost causing him to choke on his spit and make a bigger fool out of himself in front of his friends.

There, sitting all nice and pretty in your thread of messages, was a photo of your thighs spread open, your fingers lifting up the tiny skirt you had on today to reveal a small sliver of the black lace panties you had on. Very suggestive, clearly intent to tease him.

‘Just for you’, was the only message you had written underneath, no indication that you would send anything else. Taehyung could only stare at the photo in awe, eyes trailing down the smooth skin of your thighs, desperately wanting to zoom in, but he knew his friends would only clown him further. It was pretty timid in nature but still just as sexy.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned out, locking his phone and letting his head fall onto the wooden table like deadweight. No one had any reaction to the rattle of the table, simply stabilizing their drinks as they observed their friend having what appears to be a mental breakdown.

“What did she send him?” Yoongi whispered to Jin.

“Something mildly NSFW.”

At that, Yoongi reached over and jostled his whole body with force. “Get the fuck up you imbecile. Respond to her!”

“What am I supposed to say?” Tae slurred, cheek smushed against the table and muffling his words.

“Fucking anything is better than the silent treatment dude. Like she just took time out of her day to send you something. You gotta at least tell her she looks hot, or that you like the picture.” Jungkook rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious response, and honestly it was, this was sexting 101.

“You’re right, I guess.” Taehyung lifted himself back up and unlocked his phone once more, staring at the screen with a distraught expression. “The fuck do I say though?”

Hoseok hummed in thought, tapping his chin as he stared at the lid of his cup. “Depends, what kinda photo was it? Full nude or like a tease?”

“A tease.”

“Oh! Tell her something like, she’s gonna be the death of you, or something along those lines. I’m sure she hears she’s hot all the time, so that's too basic.” Jimin speaks up proudly, his smile widening when Taehyung nods and begins typing out a response with slightly shaky fingers and hits send.

The little sound of the message being sent causes the whole group to let out a sigh of relief, slumping back into their seats and taking sips of their drinks.

“Who knew we’d have to resort to coaching Kim Taehyung on how to sext.” Namjoon snorts, earning a couple of laughs in return, and Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh too because honestly how ridiculous.

The conversation flows easily once Jungkook starts talking, everyone momentarily forgetting about Taehyung’s situation, which he was grateful for. The current topic at hand was the party that Jungkook and Hoseok were having in a few days at their new apartment, but his attention was taken away from that when he shockingly received another text from you.

Y/N 7:36pm :Now we can’t have you dying on me.

Y/N 7:36pm : In the mood for some drinks? A couple of friends and I are going out tonight.

Y/N 7:37pm : You should come.

He stared at his phone in thought. Fuck, he wanted to go so bad, but because he had spent all day yesterday jerking off to the thought of you he had procrastinated an assignment that was due tonight. Not chill Taehyung was going to be his downfall.

Taehyung 7:40pm : I wish I could, I have a deadline at 11

Taehyung 7:40pm : Next time?

On the other side of the screen, you were laying in bed in the same outfit you had on earlier, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt as you read his response, a small smile on your face.

In all honesty you weren’t even expecting him to respond to your photo anyways, so this caught you off guard.

Y/N 7:42pm : I’m holding you to that bus boy.

So as you went out with your friends, throwing back shots and dancing your life away to the song playing at the club you guys loved, Taehyung sat at home typing out a bullshit paper as his phone watched your instagram story from time to time.

By the time he was calling it a night after he turned in his assignment you were still posting videos of your friends dancing and pouring drinks into your mouth straight from the bottle. You clearly knew how to have a good time and he couldn’t help but feel a tiny twinge of regret at not going out when you had invited him to.

That same regret seeps into the following morning, rewatching your stories and imagining how much fun he would have had if he decided to forget his assignments and go out with you. It’s safe to say that he was honestly not expecting you to hop on at your usual stop, mainly because he knew from your posts that you didn’t call it a night until 4am and it was currently 7:20am. So, when he saw you step on the bus, he was slightly shocked.

The regular attire he was used to was missing, normally styled hair now up in a messy bun, a thick pair of shades on, and an oversized flannel barely hanging over your shoulder. It was very obvious that you had just rolled out of bed.

His reaction time was a little slow, but when he saw you continue down the aisle and getting closer to him, he tensed up and held his breath, not releasing it even as you took it upon yourself to sit down right next to him. The two of you being the only passengers at the back of the bus.

“Hi,” you spoke out, turning to look at him as he tried his best to just face forward. A sweet smile passed between you when he finally turned towards you and gave you a small hello in greeting.

That satisfies you, so you wiggle in your seat to get comfy, your hands pulling out a book from your bag and starting to read it to pass the time. Taehyung visibly relaxes at that, happy that your attention was on the book instead of him because he wasn’t sure if he could make it through a conversation this early without embarrassing himself.

You take note of his relaxed frame, his head resting against the window and one earbud in his ear playing some song you couldn’t quite make out. That was when you decided to make your move, your eyes still trained on your book as you let your right hand trail up onto his thigh, letting it rest there for a moment to gauge his reaction.

His thigh tenses instantly at the sensation. “You can tell me to stop and I will,” you whisper, your hand already retreating. You knew he was attracted to you but you weren’t gonna do something to him if he was uncomfortable.

Taehyung sits there for a moment, having an internal debate, because fuck does he want you to touch him, but he’s also on public transportation and he’s not sure what the fine is for public indecency. The inner debate is splayed on his features, but in the end the pros outweigh the cons, so he reaches out and grabs your hand, placing it higher up on his thigh.

“No, keep going.”

It was genuine curiosity to see how far you would actually go, and when you told him to put his backpack over his thighs he knew you were being serious. He listened to your instructions and waited with baited breath as he felt your fingertips trail around his crotch, ghost touches sending a small shiver down his spine.

His dick was already twitching in his pants and you had barely even touched him. Your fingers tugged on the string of his black track suits and slipped behind the waistband of them, trailing down his skin and feeling his stomach twitch at the contact. You settled with palming him over his boxers, hearing Taehyung let out a small grunt at the feeling, his dick slowly hardening under your touch.

He was very responsive to your touch, thighs tensing up as he tried to fight back the urge to buck his hips for more friction and it fueled your excitement.

Considering this was a risky move, you decided to stop torturing him with teasing touches and finally slid your hand past the material of his boxers, wasting no time in wrapping your hand around his thick cock.

Taehyung could feel the blood pumping in his ears as he dropped his head forward with a choked gasp, resting his forehead on the seat in front of him because he knew he wouldn’t be able to disguise his facial expressions if anyone were to look back.

Every jerk of your hand made his breath hitch. Your hands felt like magic, pulling up to twist around the swollen head and gathering his precum before coming back down. God, he wanted to rip his pants down so he wouldn’t feel so confined.

In the perfect display of nonchalance, you still had the book in your left hand, eyes cast down on the page as if your right hand wasn’t focused on his sensitive tip with determination to make him break down. On occasion, you would glance over and smile to yourself at his facial expression, seeing how his eyes were screwed shut as his forehead rested on the seat, alternating between chewing on his bottom lip or just licking his lips and leaving his mouth open as he tried to suppress the moans he wanted to let out.

“Fuck.” The first crack to his exterior had him finally mumbling out as you picked up the pace, his eyes opening up and looking over at you for a moment, needing to solidify that he wasn’t imagining this. There would be nothing worse than coming face to face with his bed sheets as he awoke from a dream instead of you actually getting him off.

But there you were, looking so at peace, staring at him with an innocent smile like you weren’t about to make him cum in his pants embarrassingly quick. “You close?”

He let out a small whine as he nodded, finally losing the final bit of self control and bucking his hips to meet your hand, hearing the small thump of your palm against his skin. “Cum for me. I wanna feel you make a mess.”

With eyes sparkling with mischief, you tightened your grip on him as you sped up, your bottom lip being chewed on by your teeth while you watched him come undone. His eyebrows were furrowed, a small frown on his face as he opened his mouth in a silent moan, something you desperately wished you could hear. Harsh pants of breath fanned across the back of the seat as he groaned, fingers gripping the material of his backpack to stop himself from digging his nails into his palm as he neared his release. With a few more pumps, his whole body tensed up as he finally came, stomach twitching while you milked his orgasm.

Taehyung vision blanks for a moment while aftershocks filled his body, dots of light flickering across his eyes until it all came back, and as he realized you were staring at him in awe he could have sworn he was gonna cum again. Your hand was still slowly pumping him, feeling his dick twitch at the overstimulation but he couldn’t get himself to tell you to stop, enjoying the small ache of sensitivity too much.

It wasn’t until he started to softly grunt at the pleasure that turned painful that you pulled your hand out of his pants, content smile spread across your lips. Taehyung sat there limp, his body feeling like absolute jello, thighs still shaking from his climax. He can already imagine how unsteady his legs will be once it's time to get off the bus.

You stared at your hand, eyeing the small milky beads of cum on your fingers and you didn’t think twice before popping them in your mouth and sucking on them as you stared right at him. “That was fun. Thanks bus boy.”

He watched in a daze as you stuffed the book back into your bag and got up from your seat, giving him a wide smile while you walked up to the front of the bus. It was only then that he realized both of you had arrived at your college, the boring commute speeding by thanks to your antics. With a spared glance at the displeased bus driver, Taehyung shot up from his seat, cringing at his still sensitive dick and the uncomfortable sticky feeling in his pants.

You were absolutely going to be the death of him

Taehyung was weak, bottom-of-the-food-chain, top tier simp material for you. All it took was one handjob for him to be stuck on you, constantly waiting for any form of interaction you would give him. It was pure infatuation—and a little pathetic—but he wasn’t sure how he felt about you. It was like his brain was torn between trying to get to know you in a more personal way, or just going with the flow and fucking you like you had originally offered. It just made him feel more confused, and a little naive, because it was so clear that you had no romantic feelings for him.

This experience had filled Taehyung with a small sense of guilt, he now knew how the girls he treated this way felt. The constant stringing along and nonchalant carefree aura he would have when he would hook up with girls who clearly wanted more, it was fucking frustrating being on the receiving end and even more frustrating because he knew if he really wanted it to stop all he had to do was ask.

But Taehyung couldn’t get himself to ask you to stop. You had a grasp on him, and you did it so easily, which is why when he didn’t see you on the bus the following day he felt his heart drop a little.

Sure, he hadn’t noticed you prior but considering it had been a few weeks of constant contact in one form or another, he just found it a little odd now. His hand was twitching with the urge to send you a text and ask if you were feeling okay but he stopped himself in fear of sounding like a clingy mess.

“Any progress on the mystery babe?” Jungkook asked as they waited in line at the fast food joint near school.

Taehyung smirked a little at that, memories of yesterday's random handjob coming back to mind. “Sort of.”

Jungkook scoffed, “Sort of? Dude c’mon, just shoot her a text and tell her you wanna hang out, or be blunt and ask her to fuck.”

In retrospect that would be the typical route Taehyung would take, but there was something about you being so in control of this dynamic that had him so unsure of himself. “Look man, she’s different.”

“Oh no—“ And immediately Taehyung knew how that had come out. “Do not say you like her. You barely know her.”

He raised his hands in front of him, “No! Not like that Kook! I just mean that I don’t know how to act.” He let out a sigh, feeling annoyed with himself with this entire situation. “I hope I don’t sound like a total douchebag saying this, but I’m used to girls who let me take charge in situations you know?”

Jungkook nodded, staring at his friend as he spoke, “Girls that basically follow me around and let me decide if I wanna keep them around—and I hate how I sound speaking like that—but it’s the only way I can explain it.” He let out another defeated sigh, definitely something that had become a common form of expression for him. “She doesn’t do that shit, and I don’t know how to act like myself because of it.”

The younger man nodded again, knowing exactly what he meant. “I knew a girl like that, honestly the best two months of my life. Look dude, if she's making it clear that she doesn’t want anything serious then what's the dilemma? She’s confident in herself and you shouldn’t feel intimidated by that.”

Taehyung hummed at that, he was right as Jungkook continued, “And who knows, maybe she’ll help you realize that chains and whips excite you.”

And there was typical Jeon Jungkook. “I fucking hate you.”

Jungkook let out a cackle before turning his attention to the poor cashier who unfortunately had to hear the end of his statement. As he ordered for himself and Taehyung, the latter felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He was half expecting it to be a message from Hoseok asking him some dumb question, so when he saw your name on his screen he thought he was hallucinating.

Y/N 12:17pm : Hope you didn’t miss me too much today

Y/N 12:17pm : Come to this

Y/N 12:17pm : You promised me next time bus boy

Attached to the messages was a photo of a party flyer he was very familiar with. It was the silly flyer Jungkook had spent around 5 minutes making to promote their party tomorrow night, and the fact that you had come across it either meant it really got around or you had a mutual friend.

He looked up momentarily as Jungkook tapped him, motioning for him to follow to an empty table as they waited for the food. Taehyung blindly walked behind him, eyes downcast on his screen as he typed a response.

Taehyung 12:19pm : I’ll be there

Your response was instant and it caught him off guard because you usually lagged on messages.

Y/N 12:19pm : I’ll be waiting

But it seemed like Taehyung would be the one waiting. He was standing at the corner of the living room with a drink in his hand and his phone in the other, waiting for you to text him as his eyes scanned the current room.

Jungkook stood beside him, animatedly talking to a cute girl who had grabbed his interest, too busy to notice his friend eyeing the room like a hawk. Taehyung wanted to wander off and find someone for himself, but the idea that you would eventually be here kept him glued to one spot.

It was nearing midnight and people were already making messes of themselves, passed out on the couch and some even on the front lawn. Jungkook and Hoseok’s new place was more spacious than their last, but it was definitely overcrowding so people were coming in and out frequently from the front to the backyard to get some fresh air.

“I'm gonna go get another drink.” He told Jungkook, who waved him off and continued his conversation while Taehyung made his way to the kitchen.

He used the same cup he had in his hand and filled it up with vodka and cranberry juice, his favorite drink of choice right next to drinking it straight. Then suddenly, it was like a magnet forced him to look up and over his shoulder, and that's when he spotted you and your group of friends.

You all walked in with big smiles on your faces, one of your friends walking over to Hoseok and giving him a hug, and that's who he assumed the mutual friend was. Your hair was flipped over your shoulder as you played with it with your hands, small crop top showing just enough cleavage and your stomach, and Taehyung could just feel himself staring.

That's when your eyes met his, and they glinted with something he couldn’t pinpoint. Your target had been acquired, and as he saw you making your way over to him he choked a bit on his drink.

“Bus boy.” Was all you told him, a smile on your face as you easily slipped beside him against the counter, elbows resting casually on the cool surface as you leaned back.

“Hey...bus girl.” he awkwardly responded, feeling like an idiot immediately after. You only giggled, your fingers wrapping around his own on the cup as you brought it from its place against Tae’s mouth over to your own for a sip.

“Mm, vodka cranberry?” You licked your lips, and his eyes were glued on them. “How’d you know that's my drink of choice?”

“Lucky guess?” He slowly responded back, gently taking the cup back from your grasp when you handed it over, his eyes glancing at the sticky residue your gloss left on the rim of the cup.

You were analyzing him, watching him standing there with an aura of unsureness around him. You see, you knew of Taehyung, had a couple of friends who had hooked up with him, and this is not what they described him as. They always told you he was assertive, the first to make a move and once he had he was aggressive in bed in the best way. That’s why he had caught your attention, you wanted to see how hard it would be to crack him, break him down until he was begging and pleading since he was so used to taking charge. The possibility of having him on his knees, holding on to your every word, made this sick sense of pleasure creep up your spine.

Taehyung was handsome, that wasn’t up for debate, but you could see him biting his lips almost like he had a million things he wanted to say to you but was afraid they wouldn’t come out right. Cracking him might be easier than you thought.

“Did I miss all the fun?” The question hung in the air for a moment as flashes from the night played through his head. Jungkook kicking out some dude for trying to piss in the kitchen sink, Hoseok doing a line of who knows what off some girls boobs and her boyfriend trying to fight him, among a plethora of incidents in the span of a few hours.

“No, definitely not. The night is still young.”

You only stared at him, waiting for his eyes to finally look at yours instead of pretending like he didn't notice you. And finally, they did, narrowing a bit in suspicion as he wondered what you were thinking in your head.

“So,” you began, confidently grabbing his drink again. “Have you taken my offer into consideration?”

He was so focused seeing your tongue lick your lips to catch the remaining moisture of the drink that he almost didn't hear your question. “I’m sorry, what offer?”

A small laugh left your lips at his question. “You really forgot already?” You only gave him a moment of silence before you continued, “The offer that involves you fucking me, or are you turning it down?”

Taehyung froze, taking in your facial expression before answering. Your mouth held the same sinfully evil smirk it always had, head tilted slightly as you handed his drink back to him and shot him a wink before you sauntered off towards your friends who had watched the entire exchange go down.

They instantly tugged your wrist and yanked you towards the sliding doors that lead to the backyard where a game of beer pong was going down. Chungha was all giggles, not being able to believe the new person of interest in your eyes was Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung on the other hand just let his eyes follow your body until the sliding door was shut once more. He had taken too long to respond to your question, his mind had been shouting at him to just blurt out that yes, he had taken your offer into consideration and he one hundred percent wanted to fuck you. Too bad his mouth decided to sew itself shut.

He took another swig of his drink, swallowing harshly with a bit of determination set on his mind. By the end of the night he had to make a move on you, that much was for sure. He was tired of you always having the upper hand with every interaction you had. This party was his element for fucks sake, he was a seasoned pro when it came to sleeping with random girls at house parties. The only difference this time was that none of them had come on to him as boldly as you had, but that wasn’t a problem at all.

Jungkook slapped a palm on his shoulder, making his drink slosh in the cup and catching him by surprise. When Tae looked away from the sliding door and over to his left, he could see Jungkook was also looking in the same direction with a knowing smile on his face. “Oh man, she’s trouble.”

Tae’s eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. “Wait, who?”

“Y/N, man. Who else?” He released his grip on the older one's shoulder, taking a sip of the beer in his other hand while he nodded his head in thought.

Taehyung was clearly out of the loop here, “How do you know her?” He mentally sorted through the girls he had seen Jungkook with in the past, even trying hard to remember any girls he had mentioned in passing and you had never come up.

Jungkook took another drink of his beer, wondering how to go about this carefully. He could be honest with Tae and tell him he had met you last semester at a club that was popular with the students at the university. How you had been the absolute best sex of his life for two steady months, and then suddenly dropped him without a care in the world—which would have absolutely crushed Jungkook if he let himself get attached but he hadn’t, he swore he hadn’t. He was kinda shocked and very amused that you had chosen his best friend as your new target, even if it was purely coincidental.

In the end, he decided being honest wasn’t necessary. “It’s not important, just know she’s pure trouble in the best way. Is she the bus girl you always talk about?”

That answer didn’t satisfy Tae but he was too busy thinking about how to make a move on you to dive deeper. “Yeah, she is.”

Jungkook nodded, hearing Jimin calling him from somewhere in the house with a very slurred voice. “Well, I hope you’re planning on making a move on her tonight or I’ll let all the guys know what a pussy you are.” He jostled Tae’s shoulders once more with a hearty laugh before running off towards Jimin who was surely drunk as fuck.

Outside of the house stood you and your friends, surrounding the beer pong game going on between Yoongi and Seulgi. Your eyes were peering behind you, staring through the glass doors as you watched Jungkook speaking to Taehyung for a brief moment. You smiled to yourself, knowing the small mess you might be causing between friends but not caring enough to stop it.

“This winning shot is for you gorgeous!” Yoongi shouted out, blowing a sloppy kiss out towards Sunmi before tossing the ping pong ball haphazardly towards the last remaining cup and somehow making it in.

“That winning shot made me lose!” Sunmi erupted in laughter while everyone cheered at the end of the game. Seulgi rolled her eyes with a playful smile before chugging the last cup and walking back to your group.

“I don’t know how that fucker beat me considering his blood alcohol content should have his ass in a coma.”

You laughed, throwing your arm over her shoulder and tugging her closer to you. “It’s because Sunmi told him that she’d give him her number if he got the winning cup. I guess desperation makes boys a little more sober.”

“Pigs.” She grumbled with a laugh, watching as Sunmi and Yoongi exchanged information, both of them looking like flustered children with blushing cheeks. “Anyways, are you gonna torture that poor boy inside all night?”

“Hm,” you hummed to yourself. “Is it really torture if I gave him a way in?”

“Oh please Y/N, has any boy ever taken to your advances that quickly? You’re intimidating as fuck, in the sexiest way possible. He’s probably not used to girls telling him shit like that so he doesn’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, but Yuna told me he was blunt as fuck with her when they slept together.” Your eyes peered back inside, no longer being able to see Taehyung.

“Yuna? Kang Yuna?” You nodded, looking up at Seulgi and seeing a look of disbelief on her face, “Dude, she’s the most timid, shy, submissive girl I’ve ever met. Guys eat that shit up. That’s what guys like Taehyung are used to. You spicing it up has him second guessing everything, so I say you keep it up. Be two steps ahead of him.”

You knew she was right, even though this was an exciting game of cat and mouse for you, you'd be lying if you said you weren’t slightly interested in him for more than just a one night stand.

“You gonna play?” Chunga popped in beside you, a grin on her face as she held a white ping pong ball in her hands. You smiled back and gave her a nod, letting her tug you towards the table being set up.

Yoongi stood wobbling on the other side, claiming to want to hold on to his winning title but the boy was clearly close to passing out from the amount of alcohol in his system. That was when another boy stood beside him, his frame towering over Yoongi’s and a charming smile on his plump lips as he tried to coax Yoongi into going inside to drink some water.

Chungha hummed in approval as she took his appearance in. “Wow he’s...”

“Yummy?”

She snorted out, “Oh yeah, definitely yummy.”

Yoongi was bickering with said yummy boy until Sunmi approached him again and put on her best flirtatious look to get him to follow her inside the house. He was done for after that, handing his friend the ball in his hand with a lazy wave, his half lidded eyes trailing down Sunmi’s body as she dragged him behind her. He probably thought he would be getting laid tonight but Sunmi was in mom mode, so unless he was ready to down a gallon of water and sober up, the only thing he would be doing is going straight to sleep.

“Hey, yummy guy, are you playing or not?”

He looked startled by the nickname, his hand coming up to point at his chest in confusion. When you and Chungha gave him a look that said yeah you his mouth opened up slightly before he was smiling again. “Yummy? Wow, can’t say I’m opposed to being called that.” He started to laugh at that and Chungha sighed at the sound, yup she was a sucker.

“I don’t have a partner to play against you two.”

You stepped back from the table with a shrug. “Don’t mind me, he’s all yours Chungha.”

They instantly started chatting with each other, playful threats and possible bets being made for whoever lost this game, but you weren’t planning on staying to watch this go down. The friends you had left on the sidelines watched you saunter away and they knew exactly where you were headed.

You wandered inside the crowded home and let your eyes scan the room, the kitchen was immediately to the left of you, a group of boys huddled around the alcohol as they made drinks, but no sign of Taehyung. Grabbing the lone vodka bottle from the counter, you took a quick swig before you resumed your hunt, ignoring the nasty burn to your throat.

A few more steps inside towards the living room didn’t reveal him either, too many bodies moving together to some random beat playing through the speakers placed around. There was a hallway to the left and another to the right, you chose to go towards the right side, side stepping random cups left on the floor.

A few voices were at the end of the hall, coming out of the only open door so you continued near them, desperate to see a familiar face until you came to a stop in front of the bathroom. You rested your shoulder against the door frame, seeing Jungkook leaning over his friend’s hunched form as he clung to the toilet bowl. Although this was a familiar face, he was not the one you were searching for.

As if sensing your presence, he looked up and over at you, a gentle smile gracing his face when he saw it was you. “You got the invite I see.”

You smiled back at him. “I did. So did the rest of my friends, you know, from Hoseok.” The drunken friend on the floor dry heaved for a moment, making Jungkook look back down at them and pat their back.

“He’s probably on the front lawn smoking by the way.” He spoke again, not needing you to explain who you were looking for, and you were grateful because you weren’t in the mood to play dumb.

You pushed off the door frame and stepped back, hearing him shout out a sarcastic ‘I know you miss me’ as you walked away. “Save it Jeon!” You playfully shouted back. You knew he missed you, he had told you plenty of times ever since you decided to stop sleeping with him.

Of course Jeon Jungkook had been a good fuck, having been one of your favorite switches. Very true to his reputation, he could fuck you all night long with no issues, bringing you to orgasm enough times until you were crying for him to stop, while also letting you tie him up until he was the one begging—but he’d gotten attached.

He could deny it all he wanted, but you sensed the change instantly. It creeped up in moments where he’d ask you to spend the night instead of leaving after hooking up, seeping into him asking you to hang out in day to day life instead of just 3am booty calls. And that just wasn’t something you were interested in having at the time. It wasn’t a jab at Jungkook, he was a nice guy if you were being honest, but that was old news.

So as the music blasted in the house, sounding muffled to your ears, you walked with a purpose, weaving in between people as you crossed the living room and reached the front door.

The fresh air met you the second you pushed the door open, loud bass spilling out of the house and into the front lawn, dimly lit up by the porch light. It allowed you to instantly spot Taehyung, a barely lit blunt between his fingers as he spoke to a taller boy beside him. At the sound of the door opening they both looked over in your direction, the taller one offering you a smile while Taehyung took a drag and gave you a nervous wave.

You weren’t going to bother talking to him out here, he turned into a deer caught in headlights whenever you did so you just walked over to him, plucked the blunt from between his fingers and handed it to his friend before wrapping your hand around his wrist and dragging him behind you. The two of you needed to be alone, not around drunk party goers, or both of your nosey friends.

Taehyung didn’t resist at all, looking over at Namjoon and seeing his friend had a shit eating grin on his face as he got dragged inside. You clearly had a mission, shoving your way through the sea of bodies again as you trekked to the opposite hallway this time, going for the only room on this side of the house.

The bedroom door got thrown open and thankfully no one was inside of it. Taehyung slammed the door shut behind him and locked it as you turned to face him, inches separating you and you let out a soft breath at the close proximity. “Do you want this?”

His mind fogged over briefly as he watched your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, slowly inching it up to reveal more skin. “Yes, I do.”

Those were the words to set it all in motion, hands yanking your shift off your body and tossing it aside, leaving you standing in your bra for him to ogle at.

“Better than the photos huh?” you tease with a honey-sweet voice, reminding him of his deep dive onto your blog while your hands slid behind your back to unhook your bra and let it completely slide off.

Taehyung couldn’t help but stare as your hands came up to give your boobs a squeeze. “Fuck.”

He stepped forward, wanting to finally touch you but you tsk in disapproval, shaking your finger at him and it just made him pout. Isn’t that what you wanted from him?

His breath hitched in his throat when you stepped even closer, tips of your fingers trailing from his shoulders to his chest, down to the hem, bunching the fabric in your grasp as you tugged it up and off of him. His arms raised up with no protest as you undressed him, wide eyes just watching your every move, ready to do whatever you asked of him. It was so out of character for him, but that much could be said about every interaction he’s had with you so he goes with the flow of it all.

Goosebumps rose up on his tan skin as you trailed your hands down to play with the button on his jeans, fiddling with it to tease him. You wanted to cover his chest and stomach in hickeys, marking every inch of him up, bruising and teasing him until he was pleading for you to suck his cock. There was just something about him that made you want to see him flushed and desperate.

He could see you lost in thought as you stared at his body, now hyper aware of the fact that he wasn’t absolutely ripped, but you liked that. His arms came up again in an attempt to pull you in to kiss you, but you stopped him once more, finally snapping out of your daze.

“Do you deserve to touch me?” His mind blanked at your tone, the slight edge he had heard the first time you spoke was back, and something about it made his body tingle. “Hm?” you hummed when he remained quiet.

That glint in your eye returned and his head shook without him realizing, no he didn’t deserve to touch you.

“Take it all off and lay on the bed,” you spoke sternly, the smirk on your face growing when he did as you said. His body hunched over and stumbled as he stripped out of his pants and boxers, his shoes and socks long gone beside them. Taehyung followed instructions and laid on the bed, feeling a little guilty that poor Hoseok’s bed would be defiled like this, but when you slid off your own pants and underwear he couldn’t find himself to care anymore.

His cock was already hard and twitching as it laid against his stomach, and he could feel the small pool of precum gathering under his belly button, leaving a sticky mess on his skin. You hadn’t even touched him and he was this riled up already, terrified he would cum the second you decided to touch him, so his hand came to grasp the base of his cock and gave it a firm squeeze.

That action wasn’t lost on you as you slowly approached him, your knees resting on the mattress while you shuffled towards his body. Your fingertips trailed up his thighs softly, going around his cock and up his chest where your nails lightly grazed his nipple. His body shuddered at the touch, and the way your teeth sunk into your bottom lip at the reaction made him nervous.

You swung your leg over his waist, hovering above his skin but not making contact just yet. Taehyung had never been patient, his eagerness getting the best of him, and just as his hands rose up—about to touch your hips and force you to plop down on his cock—your own hands reacted, grasping his before he could touch you and bringing them above his head, successfully catching him off guard.

“You said you don’t deserve to touch me.”

His eyes widened in realization, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of a way to take back the words that he said earlier. Fuck, he wanted to touch you, he could see your pussy hovering inches over his cock, and he bet he could slide right into you from how wet you looked, already picturing the feeling of your warmth as he sunk into you.

Your hands grasped both of his wrists, leaving his arms pinned above his head as your other hand reached down, and he held his breath. There was a brief moment where he thought you’d show him mercy, hoping you were going to grab his dick from between your bodies, but when he saw your index and middle fingers part your lower lips he let a groan escape him. You trailed them up your slit and back down to circle around your entrance with a quiet hum, bringing your fingers back up in front of Taehyung’s eyes, watching him stare at them in awe as you separated them and your slick strung across from them.

“It’s a shame.” Your eyes trailed up to his hands again, seeing them clenched together in your grasp. “I’d love to have your hands inside me, but maybe next time.”

“No,” he croaked out, hips desperately lifting up in hopes of grinding into your pussy but he fell short. “Please, let me touch you.”

The begging satisfied the sick itch you were hoping to scratch, leaving you grinning above him. You had just started, yet his eyebrows were already furrowed, eyes locked in a trance on your fingers that were still in front of his face.

“Not today, baby. Do you want a taste though?” He was nodding the second the proposal left your mouth. Taehyung licked his lips in desperation, mouth opening up as you brought them towards his lips, his neck craning forward and wrapping his lips around your fingers to taste the remnants of your arousal. His tongue flicked between your fingers as he sucked like his life depended on it, the urgency displayed had more wetness gushing out of you, and when Taehyung’s eyes darted towards his abdomen, he saw that some of it had dripped onto the skin below where you hovered.

You pulled your fingers out of his mouth and brought them back between your legs to tease yourself further. “Fuck, this could’ve been you doing this to me Taehyung.” You gasped out as your fingers flicked over your clit repeatedly and he whimpered, head falling back to rest on the pillows because he couldn’t take watching you get yourself off above him while his dick lay hard and leaking right below you.

You snickered to yourself, finally deciding to take some pity on the man, reaching below you to grasp his cock. His neck tensed up at the action, head whipping back up to make sure he wasn’t imaging anything. But there you were, small hands barely wrapping around his thick cock as you gave it a gentle tug. Your fingers were covered in your slick, making the glide feel delicious, spreading your arousal around his length and mixing with his own in a sinful combination.

Taehyung’s chest heaved slightly as you picked up your pace, your fingers coming up to play with his pink tip before going back down quickly, hands set to tease him. He was trying to stop himself from moaning, you already had his arms restrained, he didn't want to give you this much power over him, but when your hands came down to fondle his balls he couldn’t hold back the needy whine that left him. The desperation behind him just made your pussy clench, and you really wish he could fuck you, but you weren’t going to let him get his way this easily, not when he hadn’t worked for it.

“Keep your hands there.” You spoke firmly as you released your grasp on them, smirking at his obedience when his fingers chose to wrap around the poles of the headboard behind him instead. He wasn’t sure what you were going to do, but he was hoping your next move would be sinking onto his cock.

“Wait,” he spoke up as you placed both your hands on his chest. “I don’t have a condom,” he admitted, face scrunching up when he saw you freeze in your action of dropping down on top of him.

“Oh,” you cooed, left hand coming up to cup his cheek tenderly. “Don’t worry about that.” His heart was torn because although he loved going without a condom, he didn’t know you enough to trust continuing without one. “You’re not fucking me.”

And now his heart was shredded, thrown into a dumpster, and set on fire. “What?”

Your fingers traced his cheek softly as you smiled at him. “Only good boys get to fuck me and you—“ you patted his skin in a gentle, yet firm, slap. “—haven’t been good.”

A pout forms on his lips because now he’s desperate, and also confused. Why would you strip out of all your clothes just to tease him like this? Were you going to finish yourself off on top of him and just leave? He wasn’t entirely against that scenario because he’s sure it would be hot as fuck, but his dick was literally throbbing.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you had shuffled down a bit and rested your dripping pussy right on top of his cock, your lips parting slightly as you rocked your hips forward. And then he was gasping, his hands detaching from the headboard and instinctively wanting to grab your hips, but they stopped an inch or so away, catching his own mistake. His fingers remained trembling in the air, a moan finally leaving his lips at the feeling of you grinding on his cock, the relief of you not leaving him high and dry taking over.

Keeping your palms on his chest, you used them as leverage to help you move, a wicked smile on your face when you saw the internal debate he was having. He could touch you if he really wanted to, he could say fuck your rules and grip your hips so hard they’d bruise, but he didn’t. He listened to you, his shaking hands retreating back to the headboard with a groan of restraint.

“Good boy,” you spoke softly, his cock twitching at the praise. He liked this, the foreign feeling of being pliant underneath you, letting you call all of the shots, it was igniting a warmth inside of him that he never expected.

Taehyung could feel his stomach becoming a sticky mess from his precum and your wetness dripping down from his cock, but he didn’t care, he loved when it was messy, loved hearing the squelching sound filling the room every time you rocked your hips. The fact that you were this drenched from teasing him just turned him on more, and he really wanted to say fuck it and ask you to sink onto his cock, but you told him to be a good boy so that’s what he would do.

“Feel good?”

“S-so good,” he whined out, breathy and strained, almost as if he didn’t want to admit to it.

His thighs were tense and aching, forcing himself to not thrust forward in fear that you’d stop what you were doing, small moans leaving his lips when the tip of his cock would brush against your clit. He looked fucked out underneath you, eyes blown open as he locked onto the spot between you two, watching his messy cock peek out between your legs when you’d grind your hips back.

Taehyung had never cum from doing this, it was something he had never tried before; he was used to the quickness of fucking at parties, some fingering being involved before he slid in from behind. But he could feel himself edging closer to his release embarrassingly fast, the sinful moans leaving your mouth only aiding in pushing him over faster.

You had a good rhythm going, his cock trapped between his stomach and your pussy, and even though he was trying his best not to be vocal, you could see he was close to falling apart. His hands were clenching the headboard so hard they were paling, and if that wasn’t enough of an indication his face surely said it all.

Leaning over his body, you let your face inch closer to his as you sped up your hips. At your proximity Taehyung finally spoke up, “Can I-fuc—” he shuddered, “—can I please kiss you?”

Your eyebrow cocked up at his request, not expecting that to be what he wanted from you. “You want to kiss me?”

Taehyung's dark hair bounced on his head as he nodded frantically. “Yes,” he gasped out, squirming underneath you as you bucked harder on top of him.

He wanted to kiss you, your lips looked so soft and shiny, and he wanted to feel them on top of his. Honestly what he really wanted was to flip you over and fuck you senseless—he had the power to—the weight of you on him was nothing he couldn’t overpower, but something about you being in control of his pleasure was doing things to him.

When your hair grazed his chest from you dropping down, his heart skipped but your lips chose to kiss his neck instead, small traces and licks on his skin as you trailed up towards his jaw until finally you reached his lips. They were tacky from your lip gloss but he didn’t care, they felt as soft as he imagined, and when you snuck your tongue into the mix Taehyung whimpered into your mouth. His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, pleasure rolling over him in waves that only intensified when you wrapped your lips around his tongue and sucked.

You could feel his body tensing up from underneath you, his climax creeping up on him, so you rocked faster, sinking your teeth into his plump bottom lip and tugging back. That was the final push before he was cumming, face screwed up the same way it was on the bus and a rough groan that you swallowed with another kiss.

Fuck, he was beautiful.

Another moan spilled out as you continued your movements, feeling his cum splashing up towards his chest from the force, some of it dribbling down his cock and settling onto your pussy. “Wow,” you mused, lips pulling back from his and looking down to see the mess he had made, his breathing continuing to shudder until you came to a stop.

Taehyung kept his grip on the headboard, a lot more limp than before, vision hazy from his orgasm and entire body tingling. You lifted up from him and shuffled further down, licking the trail of cum on his stomach with a grin when you noticed how his sensitive cock twitched at the visual.

Trying to save face, he turned his head into his upper arm to shield himself, the small burn of embarrassment felt at the fact that he had just blown his load from you grinding on him in record time.

You weren’t finished with him yet though, your body still slowly sliding down him, fingers leaving feather-like touches on his skin that he mistook as you soothing his shuddering body, until they grasped his cock.

“Oh,” he winced, feeling your fingers grazing his sensitive dick, your mouth quickly enveloping it, making his back arch from the sudden sensation. It was no secret that Taehyung had a love for overstimulation, constantly toeing the line between pain and pleasure when he continued to jack off after cumming, but your warm mouth was new.

His sore fingers released the headboard, elbows straightening up because he had to watch this, had to burn this point of view into his mind forever. You were crouched at the bottom of the bed on your knees, ass up in the air as you swallowed his cock, your tongue swirling around it when you felt it start to harden again.

“H-hurts,” he admitted with his hips twitching, not sure if he wanted to thrust into your mouth or back away. Your hands rested on his hips to stop them from moving as his dick slipped out of your mouth with a pop.

“You want me to stop?” One hand was lazily jerking him as you spoke, his dick twitching in your grasp once more.

No, no he was loving this. The pleasure was sharp but it was spreading a warmth throughout his body. Could he cum again?

He was clearly having a hard time deciding if he wanted you to stop or not, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening as he moaned softly, but Taehyung liked the pain, you could tell.

When your mouth took him in again he gasped lewdly, his elbows giving out and letting him flop back on the bed with a thump, fingers gripping the crumpled sheets beneath him. “No, no,” he whimpered again when you hollowed your cheeks and sucked. “Don’t stop, god.”

He could feel you smirking around his cock, your tongue coming out to flick the tip of his dick, red and swollen and once again dripping. One of your hands wrapped around the part you couldn’t reach, squeezing and tugging in time with your mouth; the other was dipped between your own thighs, fingers sinking into your cunt and thrusting them to match your motions.

Taehyung had his hands gripping onto the bed sheets to stop them from tangling into your hair and forcing you to take all of him, but his head peeked up, and when he saw you playing with yourself he sat back up, hips finally coming up to thrust into your mouth. Whimpers of pain and pleasure filled the room, the muscles in his neck pulled taut as he felt pressure start to bloom in his lower stomach.

He wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle having another orgasm, every time he’d hit the back of your throat he felt the wind get knocked out of him, knees acting on reflex and shooting up to try to squirm away from your grasp.

The want to scold him was strong but you were getting closer to cumming, and seeing him losing control only made you moan around his cock. You pulled your fingers out of yourself, and with a few more flicks on your clit you were cumming. Taehyung watched in awe as your hips stuttered, and the moan you let out just urged him to keep thrusting into your mouth.

His fingers were sore from the grip he had on the sheets and when he saw the drool leaking out of your mouth as you sunk all the way down, he finally felt the band snap, a throaty moan leaving his lips as he bowed his back into the mattress, the pain and pleasure blending together beautifully and bringing him to one of the best orgasms of his life. This load was a lot smaller than the last, but he was completely spent now, body lying limp on the bed as he tried to catch his breath.

Swallowing the cum on your tongue with a smirk, you took him in your mouth once more to tease, pulling back and placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his soft cock.

“Such a good boy.” You teased as you made your way back up to him with a genuine smile on your face. Your soft lips pressed against his again, mouth opening up and he could taste himself on your tongue but he didn’t mind it. With a little hesitance, his hand came up to finally touch you, fingers tangling into your hair as he deepened the kiss, your teeth clashing together a few times because he couldn’t get enough.

He watched as you pulled back from him, your tongue tracing your lips while you flipped your hair behind you again. “You know, you’re pretty when you cum.” And he doesn’t know why, but the statement made him blush. No one had ever told him he looked pretty when he came.

“Thank you?”

You giggled, still on top of him. “You’re welcome. I’ll be thinking of it when I touch myself later.” You gave him another quick peck before you got off of him and started putting your clothes back on. Taehyung was in a state of shock as he observed you, he had cum twice and still hadn’t fucked you, and you were very clearly getting a kick out of it.

A final adjustment was done to your skirt before running your fingers through your hair, looking back at him still limp on his friend's bed, limbs resembling jello. It was cute, but you knew you had to trail him along further so you shot him a wink, opening up the bedroom door and waltzing out like you hadn’t just ruined him.

The haze that surrounded him whenever you were around him faded as you left and Taehyung sprung into action with a yelp, wrapping Hoseok's comforter around his naked body when he saw that you left the door open. Luckily no one was around, but he still rushed up with the sheets to close the door, legs feeling a little wobbly. With the door securely locked, he rested his weight against it, letting Hoseok’s ruined sheets fall from his body into a heap on the floor, his hand coming up to run through his messy hair.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he groaned in disbelief, balling up the sheets and stuffing them into the small hamper by the closet, they barely fit but it didn’t matter. Taehyung felt lost and a little unsatisfied, he knew he wouldn’t be able to feel completely satisfied until he actually fucked you. All he had to do was say it, you were dangling it right in front of him and he was too tongue tied to tell you how he actually felt. It was like all vocabulary and sense of communication was wiped clean whenever you were within a certain radius of him.

He slid back into his clothes, grabbing the tissues Hoseok conveniently had next to his bed, and wiped the small residue that was still on his stomach before he put his shirt back on. When his heart stopped pounding and he thought he was decent, he exited the room. Taehyung was set on finding you and speaking to you like a normal human being, his mind now cleared after those orgasms, so he felt sort of confident that he’d be able to get out a coherent sentence without sounding like an insecure loser.

Jungkook spotted him as he emerged from the hallway, his bunny smile spreading across his face when he saw how disheveled his friend looked, and considering he had seen you exit from that same spot minutes prior he knew what had gone down.

“Hey buddy.” Jungkook cooed obnoxiously, hands coming up to squeeze Taehyung's cheek, his fingers rubbing off the leftover residue of your lipgloss from his skin. He was drunk, breath smelling like vodka and his eyes glazed over, the classic dopey Jungkook smile on his face. Taehyung swatted his hands away from him with a grimace but Jungkook just slid beside him, slinging his arm across his shoulders and dragging him to the kitchen to get even more alcohol.

“So you fucked her right?” Taehyung accepted the drink, taking a sip as his eyes searched the room for you just like they had earlier.

“Sure,” he responded, not wanting to tell his friend that although you were both naked on top of each other and you had forced two orgasms out of him, he had not in fact been able to slide his dick inside of you.

Jungkook was too drunk to comprehend that sure didn’t exactly mean yes so he whooped, throwing his arms in the air with a laugh, and Taehyung couldn’t help but smile at his younger friend.

“Have you seen her by the way?”

Jungkook thought back to when he spotted you leaving Hoseok’s room, you had a look of satisfaction on your face as you walked through the house and headed for the backyard. You emerged back out with one of your friends beside you and you both laughed as you made a swift exit out of Jungkook’s house entirely. It was pretty obvious you wouldn’t be coming back.

“She definitely left.”

Taehyung could feel his heart sink at that. He should’ve spoken to you when you were both alone in the room instead of lying there in his post orgasmic glow. Too late.

He slid his phone out and decided he had to text you. The black line flickered on his phone, taunting him, waiting for him to type anything out, but he was stuck. What was he supposed to say? Thanks for the orgasms with a stupid emoji tacked at the end?

Taehyung 1:48am : You left so fast, get home safe

That’s what he settled on, and his eyes stayed glued on the phone when he saw the notification that you read it, three dots popping up as you typed a response back.

Y/N 1:52am : Sorry friend needed to get home and I was her ride.

Y/N 1:52am : Think about me tonight yeah? Goodnight busboy.

Taehyung thought about you alright. He thought about you often, frequently replaying the events that had happened that night as his fist wrapped around his cock on those nights where he was beyond desperate to cum.

The both of you hadn’t spoken much since the night of Hoseok and Jungkook’s party, due to the fact that finals were approaching and as much as you enjoyed this game you had with him, you also knew you needed to pass the classes you had. Taehyung doesn’t fault you for that, he was on the same boat, and if you had continued to tease him on the bus or through text message while he was already on the verge of a mental breakdown, he wasn’t sure he could survive it.

So it came as no surprise that when the semester came and went, the communication was once again severed, no longer having the morning commute to share together as winter break started.

Taehyung still thought of you often, every time you uploaded something onto your social media he stared at it for a minute too long, fingers urging to send you a message and start a conversation; but considering everything that had transpired between you two had been purely sexual he wasn’t sure a ‘haha funny meme’ message was going to get him very far.

When the second week of break rolled around and Taehyung started to go out with his friends, you began to slip his mind, the small acceptance of whatever you two had going fizzling away from his thoughts. He wondered if you forgot about him already, maybe you were home visiting family and had your sights set on another person.

With that thought engraved in his mind he allowed himself to go out with Jimin and Namjoon on a Saturday night, the three of them being the few of his friends that lived in the city and weren’t going home to their family for the holidays. They stood by the bar of some club closer to Jimin’s apartment, deeper into the city, a place Jimin swore the hottest girls frequented and when Taehyung scoped the crowd he took notice that Jimin was right.

It only took two shots to loosen him up enough to ease onto the dance floor, and only a few more minutes until a pretty redhead spotted him and made her way over, her hands trailing up onto his shoulder as she moved her hips in time with his. He smirked down at her, her eyes gleaming up at him while her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, she’s definitely his usual type. The way she gripped onto him when he slid his thigh in between her legs, how she easily gave in to the way he kissed his way into her mouth, eager to let him have his way with her. It’s no shock that he found himself tucked away in a corner of the club, letting her hands roam his chest as she latched her lips onto his neck while he dipped his hands under the hem of her skirt to play with her covered slit. It’s messy and he’s the one leading the way, it's familiar for him, but he can’t stop the small craving inside of him for something else, something different.

She whimpered into his mouth, not at all shy about being out in the open, and he can feel his cock throbbing at the thought of another girl that isn’t you for the first time—and you must have a sixth sense—there's no other explanation for him besides that when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

The nameless redhead whined at the loss of contact when he pulled his hand back to grab his phone, but he shushed her with a kiss, telling her he needed a minute. And that's all the convincing she needed to continue sucking hickeys into his neck.

When his phone lit up and he saw your name on his lock screen he blanked, eyes roaming behind him when he looked back to check if maybe you were here and that's why you were texting him. But when he unlocked the phone and saw the message you sent, it was oh so obvious that you were definitely not at the club.

The revelation of the photo you had sent catches him so off guard, he almost drops his phone, the device slipping through his fingers until he reacts and slammed it against his chest so hard to not let it clatter to the ground. The action winded him, the sharp pain of his phone wacking his chest had him wincing and it got the girl's attention.

Leaning back as her curious eyes peeked up to stare at him, instead she found herself staring at his chest, her face oddly lit up. The realization settled within him now, noticing that he must have flipped the phone over when he caught it and she was now clearly looking at the photo of you naked. The jaw dropping nudes you had sent, showcasing your boobs with your fingers on your nipple, wet with your arousal; and the second photo of your pussy on display had taken his breath away, but all it got him was a glare and a shove to his chest from the red head, muttering out that he was a pig as she pushed her way back to her friends.

He gulped as he flipped the phone around and analyzed the photo, a deep groan leaving him, because god dammit he had just started to come to terms that whatever you had was old news. You were always keeping him on his toes, it was going to fuck with his heart and his health.

Taehyung turned around and squinted through the flashing lights to hopefully find his friends, spotting Namjoon with a drink in one hand, his other clutching onto a blonde as they danced together, and he made his way over to him.

“I’m gonna head out,” he mumbled into Namjoon’s ear, ignoring the confused glance he gave him. The clear translation being: what the hell.

“We just got here.”

Taehyung knew this but he can’t hang around here with the thrumming bass and dance with other girls when you had just sent him these fucking photos. “Yeah, I don’t feel so hot. Don’t worry, I’m gonna take an uber just let Jimin know.”

Namjoon could only nod, not really wanting to separate himself from the cute girl he had grown fond of, but he would be forcing Taehyung to come out with them again next week. He just watched as his friend slipped through the crowd of the club until he stepped out.

When the cold air hit him Taehyung gulped it down, hands pressing against his face as he sighed and walked towards the brickwall on the side of the club. He couldn’t do this anymore, and with the alcohol numbing his common sense he didn’t think twice as he pulled his phone back out and opened up your message again, rechecking that you had in fact sent him those photos. And when he saw that you had, obscene photos still filling up his screen, he clicked the phone button and gave you a call.

He swore you weren’t going to answer him as the ring droned out, but when it cut off and all he heard is silence, he held his breath, wide eyes focusing on the cars driving on the street in front of him.

“Hi.”

Oh fuck.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He spoke out so softly, pleading into the phone as he grabbed a chunk of his hair in between his fingers.

“Would you rather I didn’t?” you hummed, phone pressed against your shoulder and ear as you lazily trailed a finger up and down your stomach.

“No!” he shouted, wincing when he saw other club goers give him an odd look. “No, but why me? We haven’t even spoken lately.”

“We’re speaking right now.”

He remained silent, not knowing how to respond to you, but he keeps the phone pressed against his ear, the soft sound of you breathing being the only noise he hears—until there's a small moan. It makes his blood run cold, eyes slipping shut as he imagined why you had made that noise.

“What are you doing?” He finds himself getting the courage to ask, enjoying the small laugh you let out as you admitted to touching yourself, so nonchalant and carefree about the fact that you were still the leading cause to his blue balls.

Taehyung was slightly tipsy, his mind whirling as he pictured your fingers sinking into your pussy like they had that night, the pretty sounds you had let out as your mouth was stuffed full of his cock and he groans. “Do you really enjoy making me suffer?”

“Oh, are you suffering?” you cooed into the receiver. “You know all you have to do is say it.”

He knew this, oh god did he know this and right now he’s way too lost in it all to even feel the embarrassment or unsureness he usually does when he’s around you, so he asks—no begs—to finally fuck you. “Please, please let me fuck you Y/N.”

Your own eyes shut as he said this, fingers coming back up to rest on your stomach while you sat up in your bed with a smile on your face, focusing on the object beside your bed. “Okay, I’ll let you, if you let me try something on you first.”

Taehyung doesn’t even care to ask what the hell you meant by that, his mind already set on fucking you, and when he agreed without a second thought you text him your address, your head whirling at whats to come.

Taehyung didn’t even realize when he got to your place, running on autopilot fueled by pure hormones as he got into the taxi and managed to somehow get to your apartment in one piece.

His fingers were shaking slightly as he punched in the code you had given him, the main door buzzing as it unlocked, and it's then that it hits him, he's actually here. He had actually voiced his want for you and now he was here, fuck.

You sat patiently on your living room couch, a soft oversized shirt on as you waited for him to make his way up. You had buzzed him in about a minute ago, so when you heard the soft thud of footsteps approaching in the hallway, you knew it was him.

The gentle knock against your door had you hopping up from your spot, slowly approaching it and pressing your eye against the peep hole to catch a glance at him. He stood a foot or so away, eyes squinting at his phone and back up at the number to make sure it was the right place, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of a neighbor.

Once you pulled open the door, you could tell he was nervous, hair a little messy on top of his head and face looking slightly flushed, but he stood up straight and gave you a smile.

“Hi,” he utters out, walking into your place when you stepped aside and motioned for him to come in. He half expected your apartment to look like a sex dungeon, dark and dim, covered in leather with a sex swing in the corner, but its surprisingly normal.

The soft pastel pinks and oranges greeting him is definitely not what he imagined but he likes it, his eyes locking onto a watermelon plushie with button eyes tucked into the edge of your couch.

“Taehyung, do you want some water?” you offer, wanting to ease him into this, but he just shakes his head, turning back around to face you and it's then that he realized you’re only wearing a shirt.

“If you’re drunk we don’t have to do this right now.”

Taehyung heard you loud and clear, but he can’t look away from your chest, every time he blinks he could see the image of your tits thanks to the picture you had graciously provided him with. It’s killing him because he knew you were currently bare underneath the thin shirt you have on.

To be honest he wasn’t drunk, barely even tipsy, the small amount of liquor he consumed tonight was way less than his normal amount. He felt woozy enough around you on a normal day, but he knew he definitely wasn’t too drunk to do what he had come here to do.

“No, I’m good. I swear.”

The determination in his tone was very clear but you still waited for him to stop blatantly staring at the way your nipples poked through the fabric of your shirt, until finally his gaze locked with yours, following behind you as you led the way to your bedroom.

When he entered your room his eyes were drawn to your bed, fluffy and inviting, draped in a soft peach duvet with light pillows, but knowing the absolutely filthy things you most likely did on it killed the small sense of innocence he initially felt. Especially when he spots the hitachi wand resting pretty at the edge of the bed.

You were staring at his profile when he spotted it and you saw the way he swallowed, wide eyes bulging out as he analyzed the toy. Was this what you had been using when you answered his phone call? He wasn’t sure, he hadn’t heard anything in the background...maybe it was one of those fancy zero noise ones.

When he heard you giggle he snapped out of it, turning to face you with curious eyes.

“Have you never seen one?” Taehyung remained silent as he thought, but it's pretty clear he hadn’t. There was never time for sex toys with one night stands in random houses, sure he had seen them in porn but real life felt different. He wished he had, he didn’t want to use this on you and fumble around and make a bigger fool of himself.

“I take it you’ve never used one then?” you ask again as you walk over to it, picking it up gently in your hands and approaching Taehyung thanks to the fact that it was wireless.

He could only shake his head, staring at it in your grasp as your fingers glided over the plastic handle, your thumb flicking it on and smiling when the low hum filled the room. It's on the lowest setting but that didn’t stop you from beginning to get excited.

“Would you let me try this on you Taehyung?”

He looked utterly confused by your question, not at all expecting to be on the receiving end of this. What did you mean by that?

“You mean like shove it up my ass?” He could see you trying not to laugh at him, biting your lip as you shook your head.

“No, it's not a dildo Tae. Use it here.” You reached out until it was gently pressed against his crotch, the wand buzzing over his jeans. He let out a grunt at the feeling, head dropping down to stare at the white silicone head weakly vibrating on him, taking a moment to get over the initial shock. He chalked it up to being slightly under the influence, but he really wanted you to turn it up.

It was clear to see how mesmerized he was by the device so you flicked it up a level, relishing in the small gasp he let out as his jaw dropped. It was barely a flutter of pleasure, but something about it excited him, had him craving more so he looked up at you, glassy eyes and all.

“You can do whatever you want to me.” He felt no shame when he told you that, groaning once more when you applied a hint of pressure against him.

The way your body reacted to his words was pure instinct, him admitting to letting you do as you please unhinged you. He saw it in the way you bit your lip, your eyes roaming his face until they dragged down his body, landing on his now half hard cock with the vibrating head of the wand still pressing against it.

“Fuck, please,” he begged, and when you retract the wand he almost takes it back. That is, until you were pulling him in, one hand tugging at his shirt until he's flushed against you, your lips meeting his in a frenzy, swallowing the moan he let out into the kiss. His hands stayed at his sides, not sure if he was allowed to touch you again considering you had told him not to last time, and you smirked when you realized it. Taehyung knew he would only be able to touch you if he deserved it, your words being engraved in his brain, and he was planning on earning that tonight.

“Good boy, you remembered.” you whispered out, lips brushing against his as you spoke. His eyes remained shut, the only indication that he heard being the small nod he gave you. Your hand inched up from the grasp you had in his shirt until you’re cupping his cheek gently.

“You see what happens when you’re good?” You kissed him again, pulling back once he started to press harder into you. “You get rewarded.” His breath shuddered against your face at the promise of being rewarded, and you smiled while reaching down to grab his hand and gently tugged him closer towards your bed, your right hand still holding the wand loosely by your side as he followed along.

“Do you want me–“ he paused to take a breath when you turned back around to face him. “Do you want me to strip?” His voice sounded so soft, unsure if asking you was the right thing to do, but him asking you this showed you that you’d managed to create another sliver in his outer shell. One step closer to cracking him.

You gave him another gentle kiss, nodding as you stepped back from him, eyes trained on his body while he began to tug at the black shirt he had tucked into his jeans, the material slowly sliding off his body and revealing his tan skin.

He didn’t feel uneasy at your staring this time around, being able to tell you’re clearly enjoying the view of him slowly undressing, your eyes focusing on his cock as it sprung out when he slid out of his briefs. Your hand clutched onto the wand a little tighter, fingers hovering over the power button with newfound enthusiasm, eager to make him squirm at the new sensation. And when he took it upon himself to settle onto your bed without you having to ask, you withheld the urge to clap in excitement.

Taehyung waited with baited breath when you kneeled onto the bed, shuffling your way up his body and setting the toy by his side, his body flinching slightly when the cool plastic touched his skin as it rolled on the bed. Resting your weight on your left hand, settled by his shoulder while your right hand softly cupped his cheek as you inched closer. His eyes looked at your lips before looking back down to his own hands, an unspoken question hanging off his tongue.

“My hands?” Is all he managed to get out, the rest of the question dying when he made eye contact but you only raised your brows up, making him realize he needed to be more specific. “Do you want them grabbing the headboard again?”

Leaning forward to kiss him once more, you smirked, witnessing how such a simple question could embarrass him so much due to him being in a different position than he was used to. “Ideally I’d want them cuffed and behind your back.” He shut his eyes at your words, cock throbbing as he pictured himself the way you wanted him. “But not today. Just keep them on the bed. Can you do that?”

Taehyung felt your lips press against his again and he nodded. “Y-yeah, yeah I can.”

He could feel you hum against his skin, the hand that was cupping his cheek beginning to trail down his chest, passing his navel until you reached his dick, fingers wrapping around him and beginning to slide your palm up and down. “Good.”

He sighed into your mouth as your hands squeezed around the base of his cock, twisting as it came up in a slow motion, wanting to ease him into the pleasure of it so as to not scare him when you grab the wand again. It only took a few minutes until he’s kissing you more relaxed, body sagging into the bed as he grunt softly into your mouth whenever you focused on his swollen tip; and that's when you reached over to your bedside table, grabbing the bottle of lube you had with your lips still attached to him.

They separate with a light smack, and you rest back onto his thighs, taking a moment to take him in, the way he’s laid out on your bed, chest heaving slightly while his weeping dick sat against his stomach. He watched you intently as you uncapped the lube you have, dropping a generous amount into your palm and wrapping it around his cock again. Taehyung hissed at the cool sensation, stomach tensing when you began a fluid motion only set on spreading the liquid, but he still groaned because he knew what was next.

You tried not to let the overt excitement show on your face when you reached over and grabbed the wand once more, thumb flicking it on to the lowest setting and pressing it against his thigh first, observing the way he jumped slightly at the sensation. “I know you’ve never used this before,” you start, trailing the vibrating head up onto his stomach and back down to his other thigh, dipping down slightly towards the center but staying off his cock. “So, you need to tell me if you feel uncomfortable at any moment okay?”

His thighs are tensing up already, getting desperate to feel something, anything. “Like a safe word?”

“Sure,” you hummed, staring back at his face and seeing the distraught look on it. He wasn’t sure why the idea of a safe word sent his mind into a flurry, he had never used one and having to think of one that he’d remember seemed almost impossible at the moment. “Or we can make it easy. You know traffic lights?”

He nodded. “Great. If you say green everything's going good, yellow is if you start to feel uncomfortable or need me to slow down, red is if you need me to stop completely. You say these at any time.”

You’re continuing to tease him as you explained this and Taehyung rested his head back, not wanting to see you as you clearly avoided giving his dick any attention.

“Okay, I got it. Green,” he groaned out, and you just chuckled, finally pressing the head of the vibrator against his cock. The low vibrations started at the base and his stomach tensed at the feeling, a tiny whine escaping him, hands having to resort to clutching your sheets again to stop himself from grabbing you and forcing you to switch it up a level.

The head of the vibrator bent slightly as you applied more pressure, thumb flicking it up two levels and enjoying the way he cursed, his head lifting back up to stare in awe as you slowly dragged it up an inch before coming back down, passing it right over his balls briefly.

“Oh shit,” he keened, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, not being able to thrust up into it because you were still resting on his thighs.

“Aren’t you glad you told me yes?” you asked teasingly, sliding it up until it was nuzzled right against his frenulum before kicking it up another two levels. His reaction had you dripping against his thighs, arm muscles taut from how hard he’s grabbing the duvet, stomach caving in as he moaned out unabashedly.

“Fuck,” he gasped, “yes, I am.” Taehyung had no idea something like this could feel so good, he was so accustomed to hearing women talking about vibrators and he thought it was a load of shit. Clearly he had been very, very wrong.

Even though you’re focusing it on the underside of his tip, slowly raising the levels up until he’s squirming, he felt like his whole lower body was vibrating. The telltale signs of his orgasm creep up on him, the feeling only increasing when your fingers wrap around his shaft and you hold the vibrator against his swollen tip. The fluttering feeling of pressure building up becoming more consistent, his breath leaving him in huffs as he tried to force it away.

You can tell by the way his body started to tense up, your finger turning it up another level to push him further. “Are you gonna cum already? I thought you wanted to fuck me?”

He whined loudly, desperately trying to sink his hips into the bed to ease the pressure but your hands followed his movements, his head whipping to the side as he scrunched his face up. “Fuck, I do–I do want to fuck you, god–“ he gasped out when you started to circle the head of the toy around his tip, the rolling pleasure becoming too much. “Unghh, please let me f-fuck you.”

His stomach began to shudder more aggressively, hips wiggling around and you smirked down at him, his face finally turning back up to stare at the ceiling, his brows pulled together tightly with unshed tears prickling his waterline. “Hold it Taehyung.”

He nearly sobbed at your demand, taking in a deep breath as he shut his eyes once more, forcing himself to try to tune out his nearing release. His heart feels tight in his chest, blood thrumming so loud in his head, eyes burning as the tears finally spill over. But it’s too late, the tingling feeling had started to spread throughout his body and he knew he was a few seconds away from blowing his load.

Taehyung let out a pained moan. “Fuck I can’t, y-yellow, yellow!” You let go of his cock, the vibrator lowering in intensity before easing off and going back to trail on his stomach and thighs as his close release faded away, letting him whimper as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m sorry.”

After a moment you switched the toy off entirely and set it aside on the bed, soft hands running along his skin to help calm him down, reaching up to gently wipe away his fallen tears. “Don’t be sorry, you did good.”

He sighed in relief, glad that he hadn’t ruined it by not being able to hold off his orgasm, he tried the best he could but the only way he wanted to cum was after he sank into you.

You gave him another minute to come down, easing off of his thighs to tug your shirt off of your body, the material landing in a heap on the floor and that grabbed Taehyung's attention. He looked at your body with desire, wanting to reach out and grab you, kneading your flesh as he cupped your tits and ass, but he's done so well so far so he holds himself back. The only daring touch he allowed is his thumbs gently rubbing against your knees as they rest on either side of his thighs.

You let the touch slide as you bent forward and kissed him, reaching over to the bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. Leaning back from him, you tear it open with your teeth and slowly ease it onto his throbbing cock, hearing him groan when your hands add a bit of pressure at his base once it's fully rolled on.

“You okay?” you ask softly. He looked dazed out, no longer tipsy from his earlier adventure but his mind was working on overdrive, the abundance of fantasies he’s had of you are coming to fruition. He was finally going to know what it felt like to actually fuck you, and he was scared his excitement would make him cum a minute in, especially after he had forced his last orgasm away.

“Yeah, just–“ he swallowed harshly, letting his head fall back into the plush pillows. “Give me a minute please.” You smirked at the slightly pained expression on his face, but you hummed anyways, letting his dick lay back above his stomach as you leaned forward and opted for kissing him softly, fingers slowly trailing through his hair to help calm him down.

Taehyung shivered as your nails gently scraped down until you reached his neck, his hips beginning to rut up against you, clearly being ready to continue.

“Please,” he starts again, groaning as you tugged his lower lip between your teeth, letting it snap back gently. “Let me fuck you. I’ve been good right?” He still felt his face flush at his own words but a strange sense of pleasure also coursed through him when you nodded in response.

Your hand reached down between your bodies, grabbing his cock to tease around your entrance. “Yes Tae, you’ve been very good.” He held his breath as you started to ease down onto him, the both of you groaning at the pleasant stretch of your walls, his jaw dropping while he kept his eyes glued at the sight of his thick cock parting your lips.

“Holy shit,” he gasped out when you fully sank onto him, giving him a moment as you rested your hands on his chest, biting your lip at how full you felt.

Kim Taehyung’s dick lived up to its name, long and girthy with the prettiest veins running along the underside of it, the slightest curve of it allowing it to gently nudge along the sweet patch inside of you. It filled you up perfectly, leaving you stunned above him as you adjusted to his size.

When his breathing evened out, you peeked a glance at him, his forehead slightly damp from the earlier teasing. He looked so utterly fucked out and desperate and it urged you on; you were determined to crack him, show him how great this could be, and so far he seemed more than willing to let go of control.

As you start a slow rhythm, you wished you could bind his wrists behind his back, strapped into a chair, wrapped up in the pretty red rope you used to use on Jungkook, or even drape your favorite blindfold over his eyes like you used to with Hwasa; but you didn’t want to push him further, you were letting him dip his toe into this.

Taehyung was so used to being in control, so used to being the one in charge of giving for himself, and when he had heard the way you spoke to him: praising him for behaving, all giggly and soft after you had made his mind blank from an orgasm, he wasn’t sure he wanted to go back to his normal.

His thumb was still grazing your knees, every time he flicked them upward on your skin he could feel your muscles tense as you lift yourself off of him and snap back down, the sound of your skin slapping together filling up the room. They mixed in with your soft moans, nearly concealing how affected you were by this, hiding the small cries of pleasure felt from the tip of his cock nudging the sweetest spots deep within you.

Taehyung could feel his blood buzzing in his ear, the feeling of being buried inside of you going beyond what he ever thought, his heart continuing to pound when he felt you tighten around his length.

“Is this worth you leaving whoever you were with earlier tonight?”

Your words caught him off guard for a moment, having to clear the heady feeling in his brain, and he took a moment to wonder how you knew he was with someone, but then your fingers came to prod at the hickeys littering his neck.

Half moons marked his skin as your nails came down to his chest, lightly digging into his skin and he hissed, hips thrusting up slightly. “Shit, I–“ he whined when you began to grind against him, slow rocks of your hips letting him feel the glide of your walls against his cock. “Yes, so worth it.”

You let yourself lean more against his chest, tits pressed along his skin as you brought your face closer. “Do you think she would’ve been able to make you feel this good?”

He doesn’t even have to think about it, immediately shaking his head. “No—fuck, just you.”

You pressed a kiss directly underneath one of the hickeys, leaning back again and cupping your breasts, fingers pinching and rolling your nipples as you resumed bouncing on top of him. Sinful slaps of your skin connecting fill up the room like it belonged there, arousal gushing out of you when he whimpers at the visual of you riding him.

The whiny pleas he let out proved he’s edging close to his release again, making a heat pool in your gut, and he shocks you when he requests for you to place your hands around his throat. He had always been interested in choking, albeit he always imagined he’d be the one with his hands wrapped around someone but this felt right, your thumb and middle finger pressing into his carotid artery had all the stars aligning in his eyes.

Your eyes widened at his reaction, not expecting him to be bold enough to ask for this considering it took him this long to tell you he wanted to fuck you, but you’d take it. You’d take his half lidded gaze as you applied pressure on his neck, his stomach caving in slightly everytime you slid back down on his length, your walls squeezing him deliciously as he neared his end; you’d take all of it. .

He could feel his mind going hazy, drifting up as every nerve in him tingled, hyper fixated on the repeated raunchy, wet sound of you riding him. Taking note of his floaty appearance, you sped up your pace, tightening up around him as you leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly. “You feel so good Taehyung, cum for me.”

He shivered slightly at your words, your hands squeezing a little tighter against his neck, and suddenly he's cumming. His body was set alight as the feeling caught him by surprise, eyes bulging out and a choked gasp leaving his mouth when you released his throat.

He let out a loud moan of your name, rutting his hips up into you as his dick twitched and filled up the condom, spine sparking with pleasure as you continued to rut against him. “Oh fuck,” he cried out, his hand coming up to tangle into his hair while the small after shocks of his orgasm hit him.

When you reached over to grab the forgotten hitachi wand, his mind blanks, seeing you continuing to grind against his still hard dick as you pressed the head of the wand against your clit had him at a loss.

Fuck you’re hot.

When you smiled down at him, your mouth dropping open slightly when you found the sweet spot, he realized he uttered that out loud. Another groan of his spilled out again when he felt the vibrations against his own cock from how high you had the settings.

You give up on fucking him, letting his cock stay nuzzled deep inside of you as you pressed one hand against his ribs while you hunched over and moaned. The intensity of the vibrator had your whole body trembling, buzzing directly against your swollen clit with precision, making your velvety walls pulse around his sensitive cock.

The feeling of your orgasm came on strongly, your hand pressing the toy harder against you, and Taehyung felt like he could cum again as you tightened your walls around him, the sensation making him softly rut up into you.

“Oh god, fuck Taehyung,” you gasped out, throwing your head back as your orgasm finally hit you. All Taehyung could do was stare at you in a daze as you came undone, small whimpers leaving your lips as your hips twitched, chasing the pleasure until you were sighing and shutting off the toy, body still trembling from the aftershocks.

When you tossed it aside you stayed sat on him, breath heaving as you hunched over him slightly. His hands that were on your knees fully came up onto your thighs to gently massage them, wanting to comfort you, the mutual understanding that he was allowed to touch you after sex being passed between you.

After a minute, you slowly eases yourself off of his soft length, pulling off the condom and tossing it into the bin beside the bed.

Taehyung was entirely spent. Tonight had felt like the longest night of his life, and his eyes were drifting shut when he felt you straddle him again, your arms resting on his chest as you stared up at his sleepy form.

His eye cracked open and he grinned at you when he saw the look on your face; it was the sweet smile you wore when you were up to no good. The fingers on your left hand gently spelled your name on his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, your chin rested on top of your arm and you laughed when you saw his eyebrow raise up in question.

“What?” he asked. You were clearly out of the mood that made you want to bind and tease Taehyung until he was crying, wanting to reassure him and make sure he was comfortable after doing things you knew he wasn’t used to with your soft touches.

You hummed softly as you stared into his eyes. “Kim Taehyung is into choking huh?”

His face flushes immediately as he replays his request in his mind, and you pat his chest to get him to stare at you, a small frown on your face at his clear embarrassment. “Hey, it wasn’t a tease. It’s hot.”

Taehyung raised both brows now, staring at you like you had said something absolutely foreign to him. Tonight was a night of firsts and realizations, who knew Taehyung loved the feeling of a vibrator on his cock, and who knew he had a kink for your hands around his throat. “Really?”

“Oh yeah,” you mused, lifting up slightly to inch closer to his face. “Seeing you squirming while I choked you was the hottest thing.”

He could only stare at you, the gears in his head turning as he thought of what just happened. He never imagined he’d be into giving someone control like that. Taehyung knew it was minuscule, but this was all new to him and he loved it already, his brain wondering how much further you could take it.

“You know, I’m kinda into it.” He looked away from you as he said this, still not confident in admitting it and he knew it was silly, especially when he could see how much hearing these words lit your face up.

Your eyes shut when he admitted to this; it always felt like finding gold when you got a man to confess to enjoying this. So many men were always afraid to admit to liking how it felt when a girl took control over them, no matter how subtle, and Taehyung was someone you thought would be a little harder to break down.

“Are you?”

He hummed, his hands finally coming up higher to touch you and his warm grip caught you off guard. But he takes his time as he trails his fingers up and down your sides, gliding across your back, sliding them into your hair and tugging you closer until he’s kissing you, the first time he’s ever taken control of any situation.

He relished in the small gasp you let out as he licked the seam of your lips, his tongue slipping in and massaging against yours slowly for a brief moment until he’s pulling back. Taehyung realized that this is the longest conversation you two have had in person, and the first one where he didn’t feel like a babbling idiot.

“Is there more we can try next time?” he wondered softly, nudging your noses together and kissing you again briefly.

Your mind was already picturing how he’d look tied up, cock swollen and dripping with a cockring sat snuggly around his base, maybe a thick collar around his neck. You could ease him into trying out some of the floggers you have, or tempt him into wax play, maybe ice cubes if he was wary of the wax. So many ideas that had you squirming on top of him with anticipation, and when he saw that look on your face he found himself smiling with you.

“Oh, there's so much Taehyung. You just have to tell me what you’re comfortable with.” Your fingers are raking through his own hair now as he leaned into the touch. “Can you do that?”

When your fingers tugged the strands, he sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Pressing your lips against his again, he feels you smirk against his skin, the small sharpness of your teeth sinking into his lip making him groan. “Good boy.”

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