If I had to be honest I was more embarrassed about Taehyung teasing me rather than upset. It's been a few hours since the incident, but I still felt awkward about the whole thing. The wet dream, the teasing...I felt like a toy.

I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much of an effect he had on me. So, I needed to remember; 'He's the kik perv I ignored for weeks' and I should treat him like the weirdo he is—I am aware that I am staying over at his place right now, so...was he even that much of a weird guy?

'No, Stop' I instructed my head, I have to stay focused.

I gave myself a small slap before making my way out of the bathroom. My eyes immediately landed upon Taehyung, who was sitting at the small 'dining table' in the kitchen area. It was actually more like a small wooden table with 3 chairs around it, but still—it was considered a dining table nonetheless.

As soon as I started making my way towards him, he made eye contact...— I immediately diverted my gaze.

He smirked.

So much for being a 'nonchalant Yura'. I should't have 'befriended' him in the first place. All I get from this arrangement is lots of overthinking. I mean, look at how i'm acting? I'm not being my usual self and I don't like that. He also has me doing things I never would have done before and all in the matter of a few months?

Skipping class, having phone sex, making out in school and staying over at boys house, just the two of us. I've changed so much. It's almost hard to believe, really. My current lifestyle is such a huge contrast to what my life was like a few months ago.

I kind of like that part.

"what do you want for breakfast babe"

He had called me babe before, I think, and other affectionate names, but for some reason today it was hitting me different. I felt my face begin to heat up. What is wrong with me? Why am I feeling so weird today?

That wet dream is ruining my life.

I was too lost in thought, thinking about the embarrassment I was feeling, that I didn't even notice Taehyung, who was now standing right in front of me. So close too.

He smiled and took another step towards me, closing in the space between us. I froze a bit as I felt his hand reach up to touch my cheek.

"Don't touch my face" I said as I placed my hand in front of me, imitating a stop sign.

"...."

"...."

"??"

I pushed him away before quickly making my way back to the bathroom and locking the door shut behind me. How can one (me) be so awkward and weird and cringy. All at the same freaking time??

Fuck my life.

A beeping noise interrupted my self loathing. I felt myself panic at the thought that it could be Taehyung trying to tournament me, digitally this time.

That boy has been sitting comfortably in the very depths of my mind, refusing to leave. I could feel the miniature version of him in my brain taunting me. I mean, there's no way he would text me when I'm literally in the tiny bathroom right next to him, right?

I was putting off checking my phone, not wanting to give Taehyung the satisfaction if it was indeed him. But, what if this was Jungkook? He should be in japan by now—and I did tell him to send me a text once he got there so I would know that he had arrived safely.

Beginning to feel some worry over Jungkook, I check my phone.

....

It was actually neither of them.

1 new message from jihyun.

Jihyun: heyyyyy piggyyyy

Jihyun: i can't believe ur not here ))):

Jihyun: ur broke ass would never be able to afford a trip like this

Jihyun: not in a life time

Jihyun: and u missed it bc ur a little scaredy cat

Jihyun: oh and I personally think that you're very ugly

It hurt.

It hurt because she was right.

Yura: good bc i was trying to look like u :)

I sent the text and immediately shut my phone. I didn't know how I got the balls to say anything back, but I just hate jihyun so much. I wish she would just disappear and never come back.

I felt my phone beep again, it was probably Jihyun throwing a fit, but I had already decided that I wasn't going to check my phone or respond. Taehyung acts weird all the time and never cares about what anyone has to say about it, not even me. He's always going to defend himself and move on with his life—and maybe I admired that? Maybe I should start doing the same thing?

His personality was definitely starting to rub off on me.

Amidst my train of contemplation, I begin to hear noises,...Growling noises. From my stomach.

I was still too shy to come out, but the stomach wants what the stomach wants—and besides, he should probably be done with breakfast by now. Hopefully, the act of eating will dilute some of the awkwardness.

I sighed, getting up from the closed toilet seat. I assumed Taehyung would be in the kitchen area, but as soon as I opened the door, I was met by Taehyung, just standing there, right in front of the bathroom entrance.

"Oh, I wasn't snooping or anything!" He exclaimed "I just wanted to tell you to come eat breakfast" he continued with a smile before lightly grabbing my wrist and leading me to the small kitchen table.

"You know, you saying you weren't snooping makes you sound more suspicious"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" he said, letting go of my wrist. He looked a bit guilty, which got me confused to say the least—it really wasn't that deep.

"Why are you being so.."

"So what?" he immediately responded, looking a bit worried. What is up with him?

"I don't know..." I trailed off, wondering if I should say what's been on my mind "You're usually more impulsive and reckless, so I guess it's weird to see you be so careful and not take any chance you can get to egg me on?"

"What do you mean?" He inquired, his face looking serious and concerned. He looked like he genuinely couldn't understand what I meant, so maybe I should just spit out?

"Well..."

"Its okay, you can be honest"

"I guess you're usually more flirty and well,...horny" I said, feeling extremely anxious and heavily anticipating his reaction. The few seconds it took for his face to change, as his brain prepared to give a response, felt like ages.

"Oh.." he chuckled a bit "I don't know, I think it's one thing for me to be stupid and test my limits over text or in public and another thing for me to do that when we're at my apartment, all alone for the first time."

I didn't know how to respond.

He's right.

It makes sense. I think—perhaps I've been treated so poorly in the past, that I never expected anyone to consider my feelings like this.

"Hey" Taehyung called "Let's eat"

We sat down on opposite ends of the tiny table. I was a bit taken aback by what he had said, so in true Yura fashion, I decided to zone out and distract myself with food. He made bibimbap.

Don't mind if I do.

"Was that the reason you've been weird all morning?" Taehyung suddenly asked, snapping me out of my food induced haze. I didn't know what to say. It wasn't entirely the reason, but I wasn't able to express myself further. So, I didn't respond.

"I didn't mean to make you feel weird" He said, taking a spoonful of his food "I was just scared that I would make you feel too uncomfortable" he continued, voice muffled from the food he was munching on.

I slowed down my eating, so I could concentrate on his words and I just couldn't help but wonder "Why?"

I immediately put my face down and looked at the bowl. I didn't mean to ask out loud. It's a stupid fucking question. It's something that makes sense to everyone, but I just don't understand it.

"Um.." He trailed off, facing away from me briefly "I-I just...don't want you to leave" He stuttered as he gave a shy laugh—embarrassed by his own answer.

"I won't leave you" I replied, almost instantly "Just be yourself" I continued with a genuine smile that emitted from the warm and fuzzy feeling that was sprouting in my chest.

This made sense. Taehyung made sense to me—and for the first time in my life, I felt at ease—...truly.

I hadn't realized that we had been looking into each other's eyes for a while, until taehyung suddenly said "It's weird, I feel like I could look at your eyes all day" He paused "Almost like I can see stars in them"

I choked on my food and began caughing vigorously. I didn't know he was capable of being so romantic and sweet.

Taehyung laughed.

"Soooo.." he dragged on, a mischievous glimmer returning to his eyes, "someone wants me to be flirty and horny"

"What?? Who said I wanted that?" I replied defensively.

"Why else would you miss it?"

"Who said I miss it?"

"Why else would you notice it was missing?" he asked, making me blush almost instantly. Does anything get past him?

I began to feel a bit insecure. I know it's weird, but I had been worrying that I was the only one feeling horny today. I wasn't going to ask him if he had been feeling the same way about me, though, so instead "You have my permission to be your usual imbecile self" I declared, waiting for him to take the bait.

He stayed quiet for a moment, looking like he was digging through the racks of his messy brain, trying to come up with one of his impish responses.

"You know....ever since I got here...to Seoul, I mean, whenever I would see you, the first thing I would notice was your face" he said, each word laced with a roguish tone, a hidden intention behind them. "But this morning—this time..."

"This time what?" I queried, growing eager and impatient.

He paused for a moment and that's when I should've seen it coming. But, it was too late now.

"But this time all i could think about is rubbing my dick all over your ass" he continued making me choke on my food.

"Oh fuck you"

"Whattt I'm jokingggg" he whines before mouthing Not. What an asshole.

"You're too fucking crude, Taehyung" I replied, trying to regain my composure "So much for setting a mood"

"I'm sorry, it's just that it's hard not to think about you sexually when I practically saw you dry hump the poor air this morning"

"That's it, you're done." I said as I got up, giving him a slightly harsh slap to the back of his head in the process. So much for 'missing this', his actions were just too bizarre to not notice when he stopped—and to think I thought he was being a gentleman earlier.

"Ouch" he dramatically yelped, rubbing the area I had slapped as he got up after me.

"Kiss it better" he said, as he grabbed my arm. I turned around to respond but was immediately pulled into a kiss.

ー

Taehyung always manages to catch Yura off gaurd, for once she wanted to see it coming. For once she wanted to be prepared for the emotions that come with kissing him.

Despite the quarreling that took place beforehand, Yura immediately let go of the urge to bite back and hummed appreciatively into the kiss, her eyes fluttering shut. The feeling of warmth engulfing the two of them.

Tensions had been high on both ends ever since Yura arrived to the apartment. The moment they embraced each other, it felt as though a sudden shock of electricity commanded them to keep going. Taehyung peeked his tongue at the corners of her mouth, slipping the wet muscle in as soon as she parted her lips—softly moaning when it made contact with her tongue. She moaned back into the kiss before she felt his exploring hands wander off to her thigh, touching the hem of her shirt in the processーthe same shirt that had been teasing him the whole day. Teasing him every time she would bend over or lift her arms naively. That was the worst part, actually. He knew she was ignorant to the effect she had on him—had no idea what she was even doing, blissfully unaware of the animalistic desires she invoked and how he felt whenever that flimsy shirt would reveal the outline of her perked nipples.

He felt her tense up the moment he touched her thigh. He couldn't tell if she was teasing him or if she was nervous, but, almost instinctively, he moved his hands back up, slowly cupping her cheek and rubbing soft circles on her burning skin.

Yura immediately relaxed again.

She so badly wanted him to touch her there, but she'd never done anything like this before. She knew where this was going and it both freaked her out and excited her.

Taehyung broke the kiss, instantly locking his gaze with hers. She could see lust in his eyes but also softness. He held her face like it would break and chip away if he added even a whit of pressure.

He gently grabbed her wrist and guided her to the bed she had slept on earlier. He sat down on the edge of it and ushered her to sit next to him. Her heart began to beat faster, she felt it would jump out of her chest at any given moment and run a mile if it could.

Taehyung looked back at her and saw that her eyes were wandering off, looking at everything but him.

She was nervous.

"Would this be your first time?" He asked as he reached out to hold her hand.

Yura wanted the rumors about her to be true. She never imagined that such a ridiculous thought could ever occur to her, but she so badly wanted the 'Yura the slut' reputation to be true right now—her inexperience made her feel so deeply insecure.

What if she couldn't make him feel good and he wound up getting bored with her?

"Hey" he called out, shaking her lightly, trying to snap her out of her spirals. He could tell it was getting bad, he always could, actually and he hated seeing her like this—felt so awful at the possibility that he could be causing some of her sunless thoughts.

"Have you done this before?" she asked, thinking maybe if they were both inexperienced it would be fine.

He nodded.

"I was kind of a fuck boy if I had to be honest, made a lot of drunken mistakes too" He explained, looking at the ground shamefully. Her heart sank the moment she heard his reply. These girls were probably hotter, probably better too.

"We don't have to do anything" he said "I can put on a movie for us to watch" he said pointing a the 19 inch screen placed across the bed.

Yura thought about it. She thought 'If not now, then when?', 'if not with taehyung, then with who?' She knew she wanted this, just didn't know how to ask for reassurance.

"I think I'm ready" She affirmed "I just don't know how to do this"

Taehyung smiled, he was happy that she wanted him. Felt safe with him. So, he moved closer and gave her a gentle peck on the cheek. "Just enjoy yourself" he said, giving her a peck on the lips. "I could fuck you all day if you were enjoying it" he continued, placing his lips against her neck this time, brushing his tongue against it.

Taehyung pressed himself closer to her, placing soft kisses across her neck. He looked up to gauge her reactionーher face had turned a shade of pink, but that wasn't enough for him.

Taehyung began to slightly nibble on the soft flesh of her neck, eliciting a soft whimper in response. He wanted to do it again, but he worried for her, what if he left a mark?ーa mark that he oh so wanted give her, let everyone know that she was his and only his. In order to distract himself from acting on his impulses, he began to leave a trail of kisses all the way up to her lips.

He kissed her again, but this time she kissed him
back, hard. She was feeling more confident—more thrill seeking. Excited at her reaction, Taehyung bit her lower lip lightly, startling her like he did every time.

"You can't keep doing that" she said, panting lightly. Her eyes soft and glistening with arousal.

"Mhm" he didn't care. He went back in, kissing her, more hungry this time. More needy.

He placed his hands on the hem of her shirt, that fucking shirt he thought. He slipped his hands in, placing them securely on her hips, playing with the fabric of her underwear. Not yet, he told himself. His hands wandered up to her stomach, fingers brushing like a feather against her warm skin.

"I'm gonna take your shirt off now" he said, already curling it upwards "is that okay, baby?"

She nods reluctantly before watching him take of her shirt and throw it carelessly to the floor. Taehyung reached his cold fingertips to make contact with her now burning skin, a shiver running down her spine at the sensation.

Taehyung leaned in towards her chest, latching his soft plump lips around her erected nipples. Yura squirmed, feeling her breaths get heavier. He began to gently suck on her nipple, rolling the bud around with his tongue. She hummed in enjoyment, grabbing his fluffy hair as if it was some sort of anchor.

Unable to keep her lips pressed any longer, Yura began moaning breathlessly at how diligently he was sucking on her breasts. Taehyung, aware of how sensitive she had become, delicately bit on her nipples, invoking a needy whine. He pulled away, feeling the urge to look at her, he had to see the look of desperation on her face.

"Tae—I..." she pleaded with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

Taehyung placed his fingers on her nipples once more. He took in her appearance, quickly admiring his work before making his way to her ears, trailing the tip of his nose along the side of her jaw before halting at the bottom of it. He began to gently suck on the underside of her jaw, his teeth tugging at the skin.

Yura shivered, instinctively grabbing a fist full of his soft hair. She began to feel a damp sensation beneath her. Taehyung was staring to drive her mad. He was pulling on her nipples while simultaneously swirling his tongue around the supple skin below her jaw.

Yura, overwhelmed with arousal, began rubbing her thighs together, desperate for any friction. Taehyung, almost in perfect synchronicity with her needs, pulled away as he felt her body shift. He drew his lips back and shortly after took his shirt off.

Yura's gaze was held captive at the sight of his soft yet muscular abs, entranced by him she placed her hand on his torso, rubbing at the tight skin before grabbing his waist to pull him in for another hungry kiss.

His hands went back to her chest once more, gently squeezing her breasts before one of his arms cascaded, grazing her underwear in the motion. The tips of his fingers hovering over the thin fabric.

He began rubbing circles around her clit, making sweet moans escape her lips. Yura was overwhelmed by the foreign sensation and Taehyung wasn't giving her anytime to adapt. He spread her legs out and pushed her back into the bed.

Taehyung immediately goes to lean over her, pressing harder on her clit. Overcome by arousal Yura naively rolls her hips into the sensation, but to her dismay, he immediately pulls his hand away and harshly grabs her inner thigh.

"Behave" He instructs.

She nods, her entrance quivering at the fear of what he would do to her if she disobeyed. She had never considered herself to be 'kinky', in the beginning she only played along with his kinks for the fun of it, but something in her was changing and she had no idea if it was for the better or for the worst, or what that thing even was for that matter.

Taehyung, satisfied with her stillness, places his hand back on her underwear and pinches her clit. She lets out a high pitched moan, feeling a knot form in her stomach.

Taehyung moves his fingers back to the band, catching Yura off gaurd and slips his hand in. "Look at you" he smiles with amusement at how soaked she was "You're so eager for me"

He slides his finger into her, each movement sending shock waves of ecstasy through her nerve endings. Each thrust with the intention of giving her pleasure.

Taehyung resumes with his movements, sucking on one of her nipples, as he introduces a second finger into the equation and works to fuck her open. Yura arches her back, feeling the knot in her stomach begin to tighten with anticipation as she clenches around his thick fingers.

"Does this feel good?" he asks, pumping his fingers at a relentless rhythm and sending Yura into a delirious state "Daddy it's so good, it feels so so good—" She pants, taking deep huffs and sharp breaths as she rolls onto his fingers. He immediately slaps her inner thigh with his other hand, having warned her before . The slap was quick and harsh—and it stung so good.

Yura feels the scalding pleasure coursing through her body, nerve endings awakening with each thrust. Taehyung groans, as he watches her come apart on his own fingers.

"Yeah, good girl" He murmurs in a stained voice. Trying to ignore the painful hardness of his cock, how it pulses each time Yura moans.

"Daddy, I wanna—hn—"

"Go ahead, baby. Come for daddy." Taehyung says, reassuringly.

A breathless cry escapes Yura's lips, the sound being a mixture of pleasure and surprise, releasing an explosion that coated Taehyung's fingers.

Yura pants, her breaths heavy and unorganized. She looks back at Taehyung, his gaze resting upon her. Eyes hooded with a potent blend of desire and satisfaction.

"You look so pretty baby"

Yura smiles.

"Can I?" She aks, pointing at Taehyung's lap, hoping to recreate her dream from earlier.

Taehyung, feeling a bit dazed from the sight he had just witnessed, nods in approval. "Give me a second" he says.

He reaches for the drawer next to his bed and pulls out a small packet. Once he has it, he turns back around and pats his lap—signaling for her to come sit on it.

She looks him in the eyes and then looks back down at his prominent erection, signaling him with her eyes to take off his pants. Despite the subtleties, he catches on quickly, almost like they were able to read each other's minds now.

He stands up and pulls his sweatpants down slowly and Yura immediately feels heat coursing through her body at the sight. Instantly imagining what his cock would feel like inside her.

Embarrassed by her own thoughts, her face turns a deep shade of red and Taehyung chuckles. A fat grin plastered on his face as he sat back down.

Yura propelled her self upwards sitting on her knees, trying to approach Taehyung slowly. He chuckles at her careful movements, ignoring her useless subtleties as he reaches for her hips, teasing the band of her underwear once more.

"C'mere" he murmurs, pulling her by the hem. He eagerly pushes her panties down to knee level. Yura sits down and turns her feet to the side, pulling it off the rest of the way, unable to meet his gaze.

He grabs her arm and pulls her in towards him. She, still shy, makes her way towards him, hesitantly spreading out her legs, placing each of them on his sides.

Yura was embarrassed by her desire—by how much she wanted it. She tried so hard not to make her neediness show, but what else was she supposed to do? This kind of intimacy was new to her.

They were both completely naked now and in each other's embrace. Taehyung felt his body temperature rise up as he made contact with Yura—her body had become a furnace.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asks, just in case she had any reservations.

She nods slowly, trying to avoid his gaze. Taehyung chuckles once more because in his head, her shyness seemed so silly. He loved everything they were doing—loved how much she wanted him.

He puts on the condom and leans back against the headboard. He knew she wanted to be on top, so she could have more control but he did not care—he quickly grabbed her by the thighs and jostled her up into a better position.

Her eyes widened briefly at the abruptness of his movements. She felt him reach his hand beneath her, grabbing his cock by the base as he lines the blunt tip with her parting folds. Weirdly enough though, he stops and waits. It took Yura a moment to understand his behavior, but she got it now; he wanted her to take the first step.

Feeling a bit anxious she breathes in before carefully sliding down on his length and easing onto his body, bit by bit until his cock was entirely inside her. Upon reaching the base, a shaky satisfied moan escapes her lips. The feeling of him being in her was different from anything she had ever felt before.

Yura rolls her hips downwards in a smooth motion. Taehyung whimpers, his cock throbbing in between her walls. He suddenly thrusts upwards, taking Yura off gaurd—her wish for control being threatened.

Taehyung continued his motions, moving at an excruciatingly slow place. He steadily plunged in and out, getting deeper with each movement.

"Nh—fuck baby you feel so good" he says through gritted teeth, a layer of sweat starting to coat his forehead.

As his motions gots smoother, he began to quicken his pace. Yura, starting to feel good, grabs his shoulders and digs her nails into them—despite his measured pace, she could feel the a certain aggression to his movements and she wanted more of it. He just felt so good—with each thrust, she would make needy little sounds, something between a whine and a moan.

"Daddy, I want—"

Taehyung didn't need to hear it. He wanted it too.

Already knowing what he needs to do, he grabs her thighs for leverage and began fucking into her, faster and rougher this time.

A string of choked moans escaped her lips as she felt tears of pleasure welling up in her eyes.

"Such a slut for my cock, aren't you baby?" He chuckled.

She whined, her vision blurry—unable to protest what he said. A wild heat began forming in her stomach. She clenches around Taehyung's cock as it pounds into her.

She was the one on top, so it felt unfair—the way he was handling her was was unfair. How hard he was fucking her and how rough his fingers were digging into her soft skin. All unfair.

Her intentions were disregarded and the roles have been completely reversed, but still, nothing had ever felt so good. Now she knows that she likes feeling wanted, enjoyed having no control.

Her mind began to cloud, helpless noises coming out of her mouth as she begins to fall into near-incoherence. She attempts to grasp for Taehyung, not having enough control over her fingers to hold onto his arms like she had intended to.

Taehyung noticed that she was beginning to reach the edge

He tightly secured his grip on her hips and immediately began to pick up his pace. His thrusts getting deeper and more deliberate than before. "You're so fucking tight"

Yura lets out choked cries as she digs her nails deeper into his back. Her body began to shake as Taehyung plunged in and out of her clenching walls. Taehyung's lips parted "F-Fuck—feel so good, baby—look so pretty on my cock"

Taehyung works his cock in and out of her tight walls, marveling at how beautiful she was as he comes undone. He plunges upwards, burying himself deep within her.

The sensation of his release sends a satisfied shudder through her spine, spiking her entire body with pleasure, her orgasm finally hitting her. Yura moans as Taehyung softly grinds upwards, releasing the last of his load into her.

Panting, they stay like that for a while.

Yura rolls onto her back, feeling the sudden urge to pull Taehyung into a warm embrace. This had been the most vulnerable experience of her life.

Taehyung places his arms around her, hugging her tighter and not minding the sticky sweat. He felt so relaxed for some reason, almost as if he were high.

They stay likes this for a while, neither of them sure how long that 'while' was, neither of them caring to know. The two of them just felt so at ease, especially Taehyung.

This was definitely the most fulfilling relationship he'd ever been in—scratch that, this was the most fulfilling experience ever actually. It was never boring with Yura, everything they did together made him change. Bit by bit, on the inside. He liked himself more when he was with her.

He looked back at her, staring at her every crevasse. He didn't want to missing anything. Wanted to have memorized everything about her by the time her stay was over. Almost like a self-imposed homework.

"What's with that smirk?"

"Hm?" He had no idea he was doing that "I'm just excited that I get to have you all to myself " he responded pulling her in closer.

Her hair smelled so nice. Taehyung felt like a freak, sniffing away at it like that, but the scent was just so comforting. She smelled like the freshly picked strawberries he so dearly loved.

"Would you freak out if I told you that I think I'm falling in love with you?" He asked, feeling a bit nervous.

"Yes"

"Why?" He froze.

"Because i think I'm falling in love with you too"

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i busted my fucking ass rewriting this chapter

went from 2k words to 5k, the smut used to short and horrific so i hope u guys enjoyed this version and thought the smut was acceptable