#tag: isilyf

[honeytae]

synopsis: it’s finally time to confront the sexual tension you’ve been dancing around.

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 2.9k

warnings: tensions are high people, sarcasm as always but they’re cute, flirting. this is smut, so mdni. mentions of kissing, oral sex, unprotected intercourse, and vulgar language below the cut!

“you know,” you huff, kicking off your shoes and tossing them toward the couch, “this is officially the part where you either make yourself at home or awkwardly hover by the door.”

taehyung chuckles, leaning against the wall across from you. “third date me plays it cool.”

you turn, one eyebrow raised, the corner of your mouth tugging into a teasing smile. “third date you is really milking the joe cool thing. it’s kind of hot.”

tae grins and takes a step closer, not saying anything for a beat, just letting the space between you shrink. he tilts his head, smirking as you meet his gaze.

“i think you think i’m hot all the time.”

you blink at him, laughing as he tries to keep a straight face. “that didn’t even make sense,” you reply, closing your eyes as his forehead presses to yours.

he breaks down and laughs too after a moment, your mouths acting as natural magnets once you both quiet down.

the kiss isn’t cautious. it doesn’t need to be. it’s familiar and new all at once. it’s like crossing into a room you’ve been circling for weeks, finally stepping all the way in. his lips trace a trail over your neck, and you can’t help but let out a moan in response to his touch.

his grip tightens on your waist, pulling you closer until there's no space left between your bodies. the heat of him envelops you completely.

"you like that?" he whispers against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing.

you can only nod, words failing as his hands explore lower, fingers tracing the curve of your hip at a deliberately slow pace. every touch ignites something primal within you, making it impossible to think clearly.

"i need to hear you say it," he insists, teeth grazing your earlobe. the gentle bite sends shivers cascading down your spine.

"yes," you finally manage, voice barely above a whisper. "please don't stop."

he smiles against your neck, clearly pleased with your response. his fingers find the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath to caress the bare skin of your stomach.

the tension between you two in this moment is electric, and as taehyung pushes up closer to you, you feel anticipation crawling up your throat.

his lips are now mere inches from your ear, and he gently grips your waist as you feel his cool breath tickling your neck.

“i’ll give you everything, but you have to tell me what you want,” he murmurs, his voice soft but tone firm. there was a slight rasp to his words, one that nearly stole all the breath from your lungs.

“i want everything,” you say, “i need you to touch me.”

he responds with a confident grin, lifting his eyebrows as he pulls his hand back from your body. he seems to hum thoughtfully, tilting his head slightly. “where do you want me to touch you? here?”

your eyes follow his hands as they move to your chest, cupping each breast in his large hands. you let out a shaky chuckle, raising your head to look at him again. “typical.”

tae grins, raising an eyebrow challengingly. “i promise you baby, i’m anything but typical.”

a wave of tingling excitement sweeps over you from head to toe, and you bite your lip in anticipation. his hands knead gently at your breasts through your clothing, and even that simple touch has you arching into him, desperate for more.

“so responsive,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “how will you react when i really touch you?”

his words alone make your knees weak. you reach up, threading your fingers through his soft hair, pulling him down until his lips crash against yours. the kiss is hungry, desperate — all teeth and tongue as you both pour yourselves into each other.

taehyung breaks away first, both of you breathing heavily. his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with lust as he continues tracing over your nipples with just the right amount of pressure to cause you pleasure.

“let me see you,” he commands softly, fingers already working at the buttons of your top. one by one they come undone, revealing more of your skin to his hungry gaze.

you shift your shoulders to shed the garment completely, letting it fall somewhere behind you. cool air hits your exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise, but taehyung’s hands quickly return to take away the chill.

“beautiful,” he whispers to himself, eyes taking in every inch of you with appreciation. “so fucking beautiful.”

his thumbs brush over your hardened nipples, and you arch into his touch, craving more.

“god, i’ve wanted this for so long,” he confesses, voice rough with need.

the vulnerability in his admission makes your heart flutter despite the heated atmosphere. you reach for him, pulling his body flush against yours once more. “i’m yours now,” you whisper against his lips.

that seems to flip a switch within him. his mouth descends on yours with renewed fervor, his hands traveling down your body leaving a flash of heat in their trail.

your breath catches as his hand travels down your lower abdomen, finally pausing between your legs. his fingers apply pressure to your sensitive clit, rubbing it through the thin fabric of your shorts. when his fingers slip beneath your panties, you moan as they tease your entrance, resting your head on his shoulder and letting soft noises melt into the material of his t-shirt.

your hips struggle to grind your swollen bud into his palm while his fingers find their way inside you. everything else seems distant as pleasure causes your eyes to roll back.

you’re brought back to earth when he hums in your ear, lifting your head to meet his inquisitive yet adoring gaze.

it appears that he asked you a question while you were floating above your own body.

“would you like to move this to my bed?” he tries again, withdrawing his hand from your pants as you nod, brain still foggy from the way his hands were on you. “yes, please.”

you’ve been in his bed plenty of times — watching a movie mid-afternoon, crashing after a boozy night — but never in this context.

as he leads you to his room, you feel butterflies swell in your stomach. when he slips his shirt off over his head, the feeling increases tenfold.

you can’t hold yourself back once his face reappears from behind his shirt, crashing your mouth to his. he hums in surprise, his tongue darting out to explore your mouth. your hands trace every bit of skin and grip the tense muscles of his arms and back.

even as he guides you backward, you remain locked together, unfazed when something — a candle, maybe? — is knocked from his bedside table, and he lays you down on the mattress.

your hands move to his head, fingers knotting through his hair as his lips move down over your neck. his lips ghost the skin there, dragging down your chest and over your stomach.

your wiggle your hips toward him as his fingers move underneath your waistband, pausing to raise his eyebrow at you in question.

“please,” you whine in response.

that’s enough for him, taking your pants and underwear and sliding them down your legs in record time.

you’re gripping his hair, hard, by the time he lowers his face between your thighs, placing light kisses to the skin there.

“fuck,” he murmured, his eyebrows furrowing as he admires you. usually you would feel exposed, but with tae, it feels oddly comfortable.

you watch him until his tongue comes out to lick into your entrance, your head falling back helplessly onto the pillow. trying to catch your breath between moaning, your jaw drops as he licks up your center, flattening his tongue on your clit.

his hands slip beneath your thighs, holding them apart so he can dive in easier. calling his name, you clench around nothing every time he flicks his tongue over your clit, heat exploding through your core when he moves down to thrust it into your entrance.

his bliss is voiced by the deep timbre of his moans vibrating against you, your fingers clenching the sheets on either side of you in ecstasy.

“fuck, tae, i’m close,” you warn, feeling the pressure mount within you fast, spiraling toward your climax.

tae moves his mouth back to suck your clit, fingers sliding back into your entrance with ease. “good,” he says, kissing your inner thigh and watching as your eyes flutter shut when he pumps his fingers in and out. “i want you to cum.”

and then his mouth is back on you, curling his fingers into you to hit all the right spots. his mouth is closed around your clit, sucking more and more and more until-

“oh my god, taehyung!”

all you see is white, and all you hear is static. your body trembles as you release around his fingers, fire shooting up your spine as you repeat his name like it’s your very own mantra.

after a moment, you pop your eyes open, electricity buzzing through you as you watch him remove his fingers from you and pop them into his mouth. the sight makes your lower half tingle back to life, oxygen making its way back to your brain.

“you okay?” he moves back up your body, surveying your post-orgasm state before pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty temple.

the tender action fully brings you back to life, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him to lay on his back.

taehyung steadies you when you roll over on top of him, steadying your jello limbs with strong hands.

“why didn’t you tell me you’re a sex god?” you ask, your genuinely bewildered expression causing him to bellow a laugh below you.

“sorry i didn’t put that on my friendship application,” he says, propping himself up on his elbows behind him to slant his lips to yours.

“i need to ask you something,” you manage to get out between kisses, prompting taehyung to pull back and meet your gaze earnestly. “could we please get your pants off?”

taehyung rolls his eyes, smiling, as he complies with your request. he watches your reaction, seemingly seeing right through your facade.

his legs are some of the most sculpted you’ve ever seen, thighs practically inviting you to sit on them, his boxer briefs fitting snugly as your gaze travels to the bulge pressing against the fabric-

“like what you see?”

he smirks as you drag your eyes up his body, but immediately falters when your hand sneaks under the waistband of his boxers.

“obviously,” you simper, watching attentively as his eyelids fall lower over his eyes, pushing his hips up into your touch. you move your hand down, gradually, sweeping over his warm skin.

when you wrap your fingers around his cock, his eyes fall completely shut, cursing as his chin hits his chest. as you start stroking him up and down with your fist, he groans, watching as your hand comes out to pull his underwear all the way off.

your mouth waters as his length bobs up against his stomach, using your hand to guide it to your lips. at the first kitten lick you give his tip, you feel him throb in your hand.

“fucking killing me,” he mumbles, moaning as you start sucking on his tip in response. the volume of his voice rises as you take him further into your mouth, a hand coming to rest on the back of your head as your tongue glides over the underside of his cock.

you feel a fresh wave of desire pour over you as he moans your name, his hips stuttering when you take him to the back of your throat.

“where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” he whines, swallowing thickly as you stifle a laugh, the vibrations stimulating him even more.

“nevermind, don’t answer that,” he says, groaning deep and guttural while clenching your hair in his hand. “you’re gonna make me cum, baby.”

the tug he gives to your hair has you moaning on him, the final push for him to hit his climax. he tries to warn you, attempting to guide you off him with a desperate tapping of his fingers to the back of your shoulder.

instead, you refuse to move, sliding your mouth up his cock so that the tip rests on your tongue. your eyes pierce his in a silent dare, a breathless, whiny “fuck,” sounding from above before you taste his orgasm, taking him for all he’s worth.

when you come up for air, you note two things: for one, your jaw aches, but the good kind of ache. secondly, you’ve never been more turned on in your life.

it’s surreal to have taehyung like this. skin glowing with sweat, eyes trying to focus on you as he comes down from his high.

wordlessly, tae extends his arms, reaching for you with his eyes closed. you crawl up his body, straddling his hips as you lay your chest down flat on his. you can feel his ragged breathing, soothing your nails over the skin of his chest, resting your forehead on his moist skin.

he mumbles something you can’t hear, so you lift your head and ask him to repeat himself.

“you,” he breathes, “you are the sex goddess.”

despite rolling your eyes, you still lean in to kiss him again, laughing into his mouth at first but dissolving into him when he dips his tongue into your mouth in a slow but deliberate motion.

he tastes himself, while you taste yourself, your hips rocking into his on their own accord.

“i wanna be inside you, can i do that?” he asks, meeting your eager nod with a chaste kiss to your lips.

“condoms are in the drawer,” he points at his far away dresser, a warm laugh leaving him as you frown.

“i’m clean, and i trust you. if you’re uncomfortable with it, though, i can get up,” you shrug, and before you can lift yourself from his lap, he holds your thighs with a strong grip.

“don’t you dare get up. i trust you with my life, you dummy,” he huffs, his tone being just hot enough to make you lower yourself to his lips in another soft, open-mouthed kiss.

he moves to roll you over onto your back, confusion washing over his face as you stubbornly sit on his thighs.

“ah, ah, ah,” you tut, laying a hand down on his abs to keep him planted where he is. you watch the look of realization wash over his face before you feel his cock twitch against your leg.

“haven’t you ever heard that expression?” you ask, taehyung barely keeping his eyes open as you stroke him to full hardness again in your hand.

“which one?”

“save a horse, ride a cowboy,” you grin, tae barely having a second to react before you guide him inside you, delicious heat spreading throughout your lower abdomen.

when he bottoms out, he exhales the shaky breath he was holding, his hands soothing over your hips as he lets you adjust to him.

you feel full, his tip kissing the furthest spot inside you. you gasp when you shift back to sit on his thighs and he hits your special spongy spot, tae responding with an airy noise of his own at the way your muscles clench around him.

after another moment, you lift yourself up before dropping back down on him, and both of you are equally stunned by the instant rush of pleasure, crying out in unison.

you release a loud moan as he plants his feet on the bed, determinedly pushing into you from below, an aching pleasure swelling between your legs.

he shifts the angle of his hips, and his sharp movements are precise, hitting your sweetest, deepest spots. the euphoric sensation flows out across your entire body, sweat forming on your brow.

“right there, tae,” you gasp, the man humming beneath you in concentration. you start shifting your hips into him, aiding him in his efforts.

your head falls to the side, bodies rocking together with each thrust. “yeah, that’s it. good fucking girl,” he groans, and you involuntarily clench around him at his praise. when his hand possessively cups your ass, you look down to find the man smirking at you.

“hmm, so you like that?” he murmurs, a deep groan leaving him as your walls tighten around him even more in response at his husky tone.

“just shu- shut up,” you whine, watching as taehyung sits up a bit to take one of your nipples into his mouth. pleasure mounts within you as he sucks, sending a fresh wave of arousal to your core.

“faster, go faster, baby,” you answer, moaning as he flips you over onto your back, popping off your chest to increase his speed with fast, powerful movements.

you close your eyes while he takes control, your body alight with burning passion.

dripping with sweat, you and taehyung look at one another, gazing into each other’s eyes. at this point, you are swelling with pleasure.

the feeling intensifies when taehyung’s hips stutter into yours, his loudest sounds yet leaving his mouth as you card your fingers through his soft hair.

you feel him twitch inside you, squeezing your muscles around him and he gasps your name. slamming his hand down on the mattress, you cry out at the feeling of his warmth spreading inside you.

you feel yourself spiral into another orgasm, feeling weak yet blissful as taehyung drops his forehead to yours. he runs his fingers up and down your arms, soothing your skin as you both try to catch your breath.

minutes later, you are wrapped up in his arms, chests pressed together as you lay on your sides. you look at him in comfortable silence, trying to memorize every aspect of him.

that is, until he snorts. loudly.

you giggle as he hides his laugh behind his hand, amused confusion contorting your face as you watch him. “what?”

he takes a moment to gather himself, running a hand through his hair as he exhales. “sorry. it’s just, we just had sex and it’s like, surreal,” he confesses, meeting your eyes as you smile at him.

“hm,” you agree, “worth the wait?”

you chuckle as his cheeks flush a dark shade of pink, smirking as you inch closer to him.

“so worth it.”

[honeytae]

synopsis: what happens when your relationship falls apart, and the connection you’ve been missing has been right in front of you all along? based off the song call me when you break up by selena gomez, benny blanco, and gracie abrams.

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 2.4k

warnings: mc has sm anxiety in the beginning, SO MUCH YEARNING, breakup scene, friendship tension & mixed signals between besties, confessions, K I S S I N G!

the apartment feels too quiet, the humming of the refrigerator only momentarily breaking the stillness. you sit on the couch, stretching your leg into the late afternoon sunlight spilling across the floor, but it doesn't feel warm.

you can hear your boyfriend shuffling into the room, his footsteps faint but familiar. you know him so well, and yet, in this moment, you feel like you're on opposite sides of an invisible wall. it's the little things—the way your conversations have become one-sided, the way his laugh no longer feels like home.

you’ve been meaning to talk to him, but the words keep getting stuck in your throat. it's strange, really, how everything in your life can feel so right on the surface and yet... nothing seems to fit anymore.

it wasn’t supposed to be this way, but here you are. sitting across from the person who’s supposed to mean everything to you, feeling disconnected. you shift your gaze to glance at your boyfriend, his eyes focused on his phone, and the emptiness inside you deepens.

how did it get to this?

you can’t even remember when things started to feel... off. maybe it was a few months ago when you started noticing how your conversations with him—taehyung—felt more real, more alive than anything you shared with your boyfriend.

you glance at your phone, hoping to see a message notifcation from tae. when you open your text conversation, you note that the last time you received a text from him was over a week ago. you sigh, tossing your phone across the sofa in frustration.

taehyung’s presence decreased in your life when you both started dating other people. despite your constant reassurances, your partners were never fond of how close you were to him, and vice versa.

tae had broken up with his ex a few months ago, but was still keeping his distance. you imagine it’s to be respectful of your relationship, but you’d be lying if you said you don’t miss him.

your heart stops as your boyfriend looks up at you, then at the quiet space between you both. you can feel it now—the unspoken distance. it’s there, heavy in the air, thick like smoke that’s hard to clear.

“you good?” he says, his voice low. it’s almost like a question he’s afraid to ask, as if he already knows the answer.

you swallow hard, the weight of the words you’re about to say pressing down on your chest. it's been coming for a while, and now you can't pretend any longer. the distance, the silence—it’s all too much to ignore.

“i’ve been thinking,” you begin, your voice shaky as you try to make sense of what’s in your head. “i think we need to talk.”

he looks at you, his expression shifting just slightly. he’s not angry—not yet—but there's something that tightens in his eyes. he’s bracing himself, but you can tell he didn’t expect this.

“i’ve been distant,” you continue, the words falling out in a rush. “and i can’t keep pretending like i’m not. i don’t know how to fix it, and i don’t even think i want to. i’m not sure how we got here, but i... i can’t keep living in this place where we’re both holding on to something that’s slipping away.”

there’s a long silence after that. he doesn’t say anything right away, just looks at you, his eyes searching yours. it’s almost as if he’s waiting for you to say something more—something that will make it all better.

but there’s nothing else to say.

finally, he exhales, a long breath that feels heavier than it should. “i thought something was off,” he says, his voice quieter now. “but i didn’t want to push it. i kept telling myself it would get better, that we’d figure it out.”

your heart aches at the words, but you know they’re true. you haven’t been there for him in the way he deserves.

“i’m sorry,” you say, the words feeling too small to express everything you want to say. “i should’ve said something sooner. i should’ve been honest.”

he shrugs, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “it’s not your fault,” he mutters, but his words don’t offer any comfort. “it’s just... we’ve both been somewhere else for a while now, and i don’t know how to reach you anymore.”

the truth hits you in a way you weren’t ready for. you feel the sting of it—because you’ve been avoiding it for so long. the truth is, you’ve already checked out. you just didn’t have the courage to face it until now.

“i’m sorry,” you say again, but this time, it doesn’t feel any easier.

he leans back slightly, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the conversation is settling on him too. “so... that’s it, then? this is what you want?”

you want to say something else, but you can’t. you’re not sure what else there is to say. you’re not even sure what you want. the feeling of being stuck has drained you, and now, with the reality of it staring you in the face, you realize you’ve already been gone for so long.

“i think... yeah,” you finally say, your voice quieter than you expect.

there’s a beat of silence where neither of you moves. you know it’s over, but you don’t know exactly how to close the door on something that was once so real.

“that taehyung must’ve got in your ear good, huh?”

the words cause heat to wash over your whole body, eyebrows furrowing in anger. you instantly go on the defense, like you always do when he tries to put tae down.

“what the fuck was that?” you ask, your voice shifting from your previous soft tone into an icier one.

“nevermind,” he raises his hands in surrender, and you pin him to the couch with your harsh glare.

thankfully, he doesn’t dare to say anything else.

you’re pissed, but knowing he’s not worth another fight, you get up to pack your things and let yourself out of his place without another word.

since the breakup, you’ve figured out the logistics and had your space to think, but nothing seems to fit right. you’ve stayed busy, tried to move on, but the emptiness lingers. you know you can’t keep pretending to be okay when you’re not.

and, if you’re honest with yourself, you miss taehyung. his absence feels like the one thing you haven’t been able to ignore.

it’s late when the sound of a knock at your door catches you off guard. you glance up from your social media doom-scrolling, frowning slightly.

you pull yourself up from the couch and move to answer it, your heart quickening in anticipation. when you open the door, you don’t expect to see him standing there—tae, looking like he just stepped out of your daydream.

“hey,” he says, his voice light but warm, though there’s a subtle vulnerability in his eyes that you don’t remember seeing before. “can i come in?”

you blink, surprised but not unwelcome. “uh, yeah... sure. of course,” you manage, stepping aside to allow him space in your small foyer.

tae steps inside, his damp jacket hanging off his shoulders, and you realize it’s still raining lightly outside. his presence fills the space, comfortable and familiar.

“so... this is where you’ve been hiding,” he says, his tone teasing as he glances directly at the copious amount of blankets bundled up on the sofa in your living room. “or nesting, i guess.”

you chuckle a little, a sound that feels foreign but nice. it’s been a while since you’ve laughed at anything. “yeah, whatever,” you retort, half-smiling. “how about you? you been doing okay?”

tae shrugs, a half-grin on his face. “i mean, i’ve survived. but i’ve definitely missed you.”

you raise an eyebrow, surprised by the honesty in his words. it’s as if he’s picking up on the fact that you’ve both been circling around something, and now, in this moment, it’s easy to bring it up.

“well, you were the one who pulled away, remember?” you try to joke, but it’s strained.

tae’s eyes drop to the floor for a moment, guilt flashing in his gaze. “i know,” he says quietly, then meets your eyes. “i just... didn’t want to make things more complicated.”

you take a breath, the words already tumbling out before you can stop them. “i could’ve used some company, you know. we broke up.”

taehyung’s eyes go wide, almost comically so. his neck moves forward, eyes hardening as he assesses the situation in a totally different light.

“he broke up with you? what the actual fu-”

“no, i broke up with him,” you cut him off before he can spiral any further, but the words feel strange. like they don’t belong in the same sentence as him. “a few weeks ago, actually.”

tae blinks, surprised, and steps closer, his hand instinctively reaching for yours. “you did? what happened?”

you can hear the concern in his voice, but there’s something else too. something almost like relief, like he’s been waiting for you to say it.

“i don’t know. it didn’t feel right,” you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “i couldn’t keep pretending, tae. not to him, and not to myself.”

he’s quiet for a moment, letting your words sink in. you can see the soft flicker of understanding in his eyes, and for once, you don’t feel like you have to explain it at all.

finally, he steps forward and wraps you in a hug. it’s not tight, but it’s everything you need in that moment—comfort, acceptance, and, above all, understanding. he doesn’t say anything for a while, but when he pulls away, his gaze softens. “i’m sorry you had to do that. i know that couldn’t have been easy for you.”

you nod, the weight of it all crashing down now that you’ve finally said it out loud. “i think i was just scared. of choosing the wrong thing. of making the wrong decision. i don’t know,” you trail off, shrugging your shoulder in defeat.

tae’s fingers brush against your cheek, and you can feel the warmth of his touch, grounding you. “you don’t have to worry about that now,” he pauses, his voice becoming quieter, almost tender. “you’re here. that’s what matters.”

you meet his eyes, and for a moment, the world feels like it’s paused—like it’s just the two of you. you can feel the shift happening. the space between you both feels smaller now.

you take a breath, your voice low. “i missed you so much, tae.”

the words slip out, vulnerable and raw.

he smiles softly, his hand moving to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “i missed you too,” he says quietly. “more than you know.”

you smile, casting your gaze over to the couch in your living room. you grasp his hand, pulling him beyond the foyer and back to your couch. “c’mon.”

“you’re inviting me into your fort?” he teases, following your lead, although he knows your apartment like the back of his hand.

you roll your eyes at him as you both settle into the sofa, falling into a comfortable silence. it’s not awkward. it’s the kind of quiet that’s been long overdue.

neither of you is rushing to fill the space, but there's a palpable shift in the air—something deeper than just friendship, but neither of you is ready to call it out yet.

“i’ve been thinking about what you said before,” you say after a beat, voice soft but honest. “about giving me space.”

tae looks at you, his gaze intense, but there’s something comforting in it. “yeah?” he says quietly, though there’s an undercurrent of hope in his tone. “and?”

you can feel your chest tighten as you take a breath, trying to gather the courage. there’s a heaviness in the air, but it’s not just the weight of silence. it’s the weight of the truth, lingering between you both, waiting to be acknowledged.

“i don’t want that,” you say quietly, breaking the silence, your voice softer than you intended. “i miss us, tae.”

he doesn’t say anything right away. he just glances at you with that look, the one that’s always made your heart skip. “i know,” he says after a beat, his voice low and calm. “me too.”

you swallow, suddenly feeling vulnerable, like you’ve just exposed a part of yourself you didn’t mean to. you want to look away, but you don’t. you hold his gaze, and for the first time, you realize how much you’ve been holding back.

“i’m sorry,” you say, suddenly overwhelmed by the gravity of everything. “i’m sorry for letting it get this far without saying anything.”

tae shakes his head, a small, bittersweet smile pulling at his lips. “there’s no need to apologize.” he looks at you, his gaze steady. “we both knew, didn’t we? it was just... easier not to face it.”

you close your eyes for a moment, your chest tight with everything you’ve been holding in. but now, in this space, with him sitting right in front of you, you realize there’s no point in running anymore. it’s here. it’s real.

when you open your eyes again, you can see it in his. the way he’s looking at you now—soft, vulnerable, and completely open.

his lips are close to yours, but neither of you moves just yet. it’s like time is standing still, giving you both a chance to breathe, to let the words you’ve been avoiding finally come to light.

“you’re really sure?” he asks, his deep voice thrumming right through you.

you nod, humming your affirmation as your eyes try to memorize each detail of his face.

and then, it happens. without another word, you close the distance.

his lips find yours gently, almost hesitantly at first, like he’s afraid you’ll pull away. but you don’t. instead, you melt into the kiss, the warmth between you growing, soft and steady, like everything is finally falling into place.

when you pull away, your breaths are shallow, but there’s no more fear, no more uncertainty. there’s only peace. a quiet understanding that this moment, this feeling, has been waiting for both of you to acknowledge it.

“maybe we should have done that sooner,” you whisper, a half-laugh escaping your lips.

tae chuckles, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “maybe,” he agrees softly. “but it’s not too late, is it?”

“definitely not,” you smile, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

auther’s note: i hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it, although the breakup scene almost took me out entirely (it has been close to a decade since i broke up with someone so it was extremely difficult to tap back into that ancient history!)

this is the first installment of the i said i love you first series. i am so excited to share this universe with you all <3

[honeytae]

synopsis: you never thought love could be so easy — until taehyung. six months into your relationship, you feel worlds away from the past version of yourself.

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst (but not really)

word count: 900+

warnings: discussions of a past toxic relationship, unwanted contact from said toxic ex, hints of jealous/protective bf taehyung, they’re so in love, we’re ending this series short and sweet!!!

you curl up on the couch, legs drawn beneath you, your body naturally gravitating toward taehyung’s side.

the last rays of the setting sun spill through the large windows, coating everything in a soft golden hue. the light glows against his skin, casting shadows over the angles of his face, and for a second, you just stare. he looks like a painting—timeless, beautiful, yours.

you rest your head on his shoulder, and he welcomes the weight without a word, adjusting slightly so you’re tucked in closer. his arm wraps around you effortlessly, his fingers trailing through your hair in slow, affectionate strokes.

each touch draws you deeper into that safe, familiar space only he can create. your shoulders loosen, and you let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh.

“you’re quiet today,” he murmurs, his voice a low hum near your ear. “everything okay, baby?”

you smile, eyes fluttering closed. “yeah. just… being here with you. it feels good.”

his fingers pause in your hair for a moment before he leans in, pressing a kiss just above your temple. “i agree,” he murmurs, “you’re my favorite place.”

the words settle in your chest like a warm drink. you chuckle softly, turning your face into his shoulder. “you always say things like that. sweet and completely unfair.”

“unfair?” he repeats, amused. “you’re the one who looks at me like that and expects me to function normally.”

you lift your head slightly, meeting his gaze. “like what?”

“like i’m the best thing since sliced bread,” he grins.

“you are,” you shrug. “i didn’t even know i could feel this way until you.”

there’s a pause between you—quiet, thick with meaning. he swallows like your words went straight to his chest.

he leans closer, resting his forehead against yours. “me too. and that scares me, sometimes,” he admits in a whisper.

your brows draw together. “why?”

“because i want to keep you this happy forever,” he says. “and i’m scared of what i’d do if i couldn’t.”

you soften, lifting your hand to his cheek. “then don’t worry. you do. every single day.”

he smiles then, slow and full of something deeper than joy—devotion. “okay. good. because i love you, and i want to spend a long, long time loving you.”

your eyes sting at the edges, but you blink it away, laughing gently. “you’re such a sap.”

“for you? absolutely.”

you nestle against him again, content and whole. but as your body relaxes, your mind wanders—just a little, just long enough to cast a brief shadow over the golden light.

you think about the past. about the man who used to hold this spot in your life. about how he used to make you feel small with smiles that didn’t reach his eyes and apologies that always came too late.

“you know,” you say quietly, “i used to think love meant always being on edge. like if i didn’t give everything, i’d lose everything.”

taehyung doesn’t speak immediately, but his arm tightens around you.

“he made you feel like that?” he finally asks, his voice low and unreadable.

you nod. “i never knew which version of him i was going to get. the sweet one with the promises or the one who disappeared when things got hard.”

“he didn’t deserve you.”

“no,” you agree. “he didn’t. but for a long time, i thought i didn’t deserve better.”

taehyung pulls back enough to see your face, his fingers gently tilting your chin so you meet his eyes. “don’t ever say that again.”

you nod. “i know better now.”

he studies you for a long beat before whispering, “i wish i could go back and pull you out of that. show you what real love looks like.”

you smile. “but you already did.”

just then, your phone buzzes on the table beside you. you don’t even have to look. you already know.

with a resigned breath, you reach over, glance at the screen—your ex, again—and swipe the notification away. you toss the device across the sofa with no emotion. no second thought.

“was that him?” taehyung asks softly.

“yeah,” you say, placing the phone face-down. “another ‘hey’ like nothing happened.”

taehyung is quiet, but you can feel the shift in his energy. his jaw tightens. his hand stills on your back.

“he’s never going to get the version of you that i get,” he says firmly. “the one who laughs with her whole body. who talks with her hands when she’s excited. who believes in love again.”

you look up at him, tears stinging your eyes again—but these, too, are happy. “i didn’t think i’d ever be that girl again.”

“you always were,” he says, brushing his thumb under your eye. “you just needed someone who didn’t make you doubt it.”

you wrap your arms around his middle, burying your face into his chest. “i kind of hope he sees it now. everything he lost.”

“oh, he sees it,” taehyung says with a small smirk. “guys like him always do. right when it’s too late.”

you let out a laugh, muffled against his shirt. “petty.”

“it’s true,” he shrugs.

you tilt your head up. “you know what the best part is?”

“what?”

“i don’t care what he thinks. not anymore. he’s just… noise.”

taehyung grins and kisses your forehead again. “you’ve come a long way.”

“and you’re my peace,” you murmur, eyes closing.

he holds you tighter, his voice soft and steady. “then i’m never letting go.”

a/n: thank you all who read this series <3 i so enjoyed writing it and i hope this short and sweet conclusion wrapped it up nicely. i love this couple soooo much and hope you do too! as always, let me know any feedback you may have!

[honeytae]

synopsis: a first date years in the making and a slow burn tension that simmers just beneath the surface; what used to be easy is now electric — every glance, every pause, charged with something waiting to unfold.

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

word count: 2.1k

warnings: sooo much sexual tension, first date jitters, flirting, making out, dirty talk (kinda?)

the tires roll beneath you as taehyung drives through the city. neon lights from nearby businesses and attractions flicker across the windshield, casting long shadows on the pavement.

the air is warm, even this late, and the city hums with life. you try to focus on the scenery—the curve of the streets, distant chatter—but your eyes keep drifting to the way his hand grips the gearstick between you.

it’s your first official date with taehyung, and you’ve promised to take it slow. this feels different—special. still, you can’t help watching him as he drives. since that first kiss, something inside you has shifted. every glance, every smile, now carries this quiet electricity. you haven't kissed since, both agreeing to pace yourselves—but that’s easier said than done.

you steal another glance at his skin, smooth and golden, and wonder how it would feel against yours. you imagine softness, warmth—like spring after a long winter. his jawline, that slight smirk when a new song plays: it all drives you crazy. you imagine pulling him in, kissing him again, feeling the heat and letting it unravel you.

shifting uncomfortably, you turn to the window, trying to calm your racing heart. the night is too still, too perfect—and tension lingers in the air. part of you wishes he could read your mind.

at the next stoplight, he glances at you, slow and deliberate. the car is quiet save for the soft hum of jazz from the disc you picked earlier. there’s a pull between you, something invisible but undeniable.

“kinda wild how many late nights we’ve had here,” he says, fingers tapping the wheel.

you smile. yeah—this spot has been yours for years. after bad dates, long shifts, dumb fights. it’s seen every version of you. but tonight, it feels different. maybe you're just seeing him differently now.

“we always ended up here, huh?” you say.

“like clockwork,” he replies, mouth curving up. he nudges your hand. “except this time, you’re actually dressed nice.”

you roll your eyes, laughing. “so rude.”

he grins. “i meant it as a compliment. i’ve never seen you on a first date. you clean up well.”

your heart skips. you reach out, covering his hand with yours. the warmth of him, steady and close, tightens something in your chest.

“this doesn’t feel like all those other nights,” you say softly.

he watches you, his smile softening. “no,” he says. “it doesn’t.”

and just like that, the air shifts—gentle, but unmistakable. aomething unspoken settles between you, warm and a little scary. he squeezes your hand as he pulls up to a tucked-away restaurant, its flickering lights drawing your eye. he parks and turns to you, gaze lingering.

“ready?”

you nod, clearing your throat. “yeah. let’s go.”

he catches your tone and leans back, amused. “wow.”

you glance at him, cheeks heating under his stare. “what?”

“i’ve just never seen you this nervous. not with me, at least.”

you laugh, and his grin eases your nerves. “yeah, but... things are different now.”

his smile softens again. he leans slightly across the console. “i get it. it’s weird, right? we’ve been friends for so long, and now we’re... on a date.” he chuckles, shaking his head. “but it’s still us.”

you breathe in slowly, grounding yourself in his presence. your mind feels lighter, though still foggy with want.

“thanks,” you murmur, lips pouting slightly. you don’t miss the way his eyes flick to your mouth. “it’s just... hard. the way i feel about you—it’s...” you trail off, unsure how to finish, but his smile says he gets it.

“i know,” he says quietly. “i feel it too. i’d never rush this,” he gestures between you, “we’ll go at whatever pace you want.”

you glance at the restaurant. “right now, i want to go on a date with you.”

he’s out of the car in seconds, coming around to open your door. you take his arm, laughing as he laces his fingers through yours.

inside the dim pub, shadows stretch long across the walls, creating an unexpected intimacy. you slip into a corner booth, side by side like always. the surrounding voices fade to a low hum.

after ordering, taehyung leans back, watching you. the silence between you isn’t awkward—it’s charged, like something is about to happen.

he leans closer, voice low. “so, why do i feel like something’s still on your mind?”

your brain stutters as your body leans in, too aware of how close his lips are. your fingers twitch with the urge to touch him. words and wants swirl in your head.

his eyes search yours. he knows exactly how you’re looking at him, the way your breath catches when he shifts. a smirk tugs at his lips.

“it’s okay,” he says, voice even softer. “you don’t have to say anything. i already know.”

your pulse stutters as he leans back, that teasing glint making your chest ache. you roll your eyes, trying to mask the heat inside you. standing, you toss him a look.

“whatever,” you smirk. “i’ll be right back, but try not to miss me too much.”

as you walk away, his gaze trails after you like a touch. your heartbeat picks up again as you round the corner toward the restrooms, trying to get your thoughts in order.

but when you emerge from the bathroom, taehyung is leaning against the far wall, hands in his pockets. he pushes off it and walks to meet you, stopping just close enough to feel his warmth.

“hi,” you say, grinning.

he tilts his head, watching you with something you can’t quite place.

“what?” you ask, voice light, though your chest tightens.

“you’re making me nervous now,” he says, voice softer than before.

you pause—and then he kisses you.

softly, at first. it’s only your second kiss, but it already feels like home. you easily communicate everything unspoken between you: the want, the tension, the heat. his lips move slowly, reverently, hand brushing your cheek.

then his hand moves into your hair, trailing down to your neck, and your heart pounds. his tongue teases your bottom lip and a soft sigh escapes you. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

the world around you fades—the noise, the lights, the city. it’s just him. his taste, his warmth. it’s electric.

his tongue slips into your mouth just enough to make you crave more. you moan softly as he presses you against the wall.

the sound seems to ground him. he pulls back slightly, and you clutch his arms for balance. his eyes are darker now, the playfulness edged with hunger.

“as much as i love doing that…” he breathes, raising an eyebrow. you can’t help but laugh.

“i don’t want to start something i can’t finish,” he adds, voice low and rough.

his thumb brushes your cheek, featherlight.

you lean in, lips close to his ear. “oh, i think you’d make sure i finish,” you whisper, letting your bottom lip graze his skin before pulling back.

he freezes. then flushes. deeply.

and giggles.

you beam, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers through his. it feels so natural.

“where’d those nerves go?” he teases, peeking at you through his fingers.

you shrug, grinning. “pretty sure you extracted them as soon as you kissed me again.”

he chuckles and tugs you back toward the booth, never letting go of your hand. laughter bubbles between you.

once seated, he flips through the menu, still grinning.

“and just for the record…” he says, not looking up. “you absolutely would.”

“would what?” you ask absentmindedly, scanning the menu over his shoulder.

“finish.”

you cough on your drink. he slides you a napkin, other hand on your back, smirk spreading.

the casualness only makes it worse. or better.

you turn slowly, smile full of heat. “careful,” you murmur. “third date me is a lot less well-behaved.”

his eyes darken instantly, pupils wide.

“you say that like it’s a threat,” he says, voice husky.

you lean closer, knees brushing. “oh no,” you whisper. “it’s a promise.”

his smirk deepens, but his voice is soft—almost reverent.

“god, i cannot wait.”

[honeytae]

i said i love you first series masterlist

the i said i love you first series, coming soon, inspired by the tracks from selena gomez and benny blanco's album.

(a series of an evolving love story between two besties bc i’m a sucker for the f2l trope)

friday, april 4:

call me when you break up angst, fluff

‘i’m emotionally bankrupt

we're so meant for each other

i mean, god, when will you wake up?’

friday, april 11:

sunset blvd suggestive, fluff

‘woman of few words

but for you, i'd keep my mouth wide open

prayin' and hopin' that you'll quench my thirst’

friday, april 18:

cowboy mature content, mdni

‘put your hands on me

ride it like a cowboy, run you out of town, boy’

friday, april 25:

how does it feel to be forgotten fluff, comfort

‘he loves me, i love him

look at you, just look at you now’

[honeytae]

currently cross eyed from editing next weeks installment of the i said i love you first series because i have an upcoming week from hell and want to get it posted on time