"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have turned it so high. 3 was too much a high setting let alone 5," He mumbles.

"I-i'm okay Tae... Just overwhelmed..." I mumble trying to keep my voice steady.

"I know. You just scared me. Jesus Christ you almost gave me a heart attack"

"How d-did I scare you...?"

"Jeez Jungkook. You passed out. That's fucking terrifying for me. I feel like a jerk for turning it up so high,"

"It's fine... it's my fault anyway. I should've said the safe word,"

"Not your fault. You could hardly talk on setting 3." He kisses my temple as he strokes the hair at the back of my my neck.

"I should've warned you before you did it. Namjoon always says that if I feel like something bad is gonna happen and it does then it's my fault for letting it happen,"

Taehyung presses his cheek against mine "I'm glad you're okay now," He says with a sigh of relief.

"Thanks Taehyung," I say playing with some of the short hair behind his ears.

"For what?" He asks leaning his head into my touch, "For caring, for not saying everything's my fault and crushing my dreams,"

I mutter the majority of the last part almost hoping he doesn't hear it. "I'd never blame my baby boy,"

I hum relaxing into his body, "Where were you all my life..."

"A farm with my grandparents," he says with a chuckle, "You grew up on a farm?"

"Hm. I only moved to the city 3 years ago," I nod into his neck still combing my fingers through his hair.

"So where were you the last three years of my life?" I mutter into his ear quietly.

"Staying in this shitty apartment,"

"And what job do you do to maintain this 'shitty apartment'?" I ask curiously,

"I work in... Entertainment." He says rubbing the back of his neck. I hum sadly shuffling so I can just lay on him and mope.

He leans back stroking my hair, "Sorry for getting upset constantly," I mumble tracing little stars on his chest.

"Nah it's ok baby. It's not good to bottle stuff up."

"I already have... Since I stopped talking to Jimin I didn't have anyone other than Namjoon to talk to."

"Yeah and he sounds like a right dick," I sigh swapping the little stars for circles along his chest.

"I don't think he's that way on purpose. Like I said, I trust him,"

"If you say so" he says with a sigh. I sit silently in thought for a few seconds, "... I trust you more though."

"Thanks baby," he says pecking the top of my head. I smile blushing slightly. "I wish I trusted Jimin more..."

"You should talk to him, you seem to really care about him,"

"Hm. He's probably upset with me, I would be anyway. I gave up on our lifelong dream right when it became possible just cause Namjoon said so,"

"How old were you at the time?"

"Twenty, Why?

"You were pretty young. Is understandable," I groan, forcing him to wrap his arms tightly around me, "But it was our dream... I bailed on him last minute after searching with him for four years,"

"You probably got scared and wanted an easy way out,"

"No, I hated myself for it even when I was doing it. I was just too scared to say no to Namjoon,"

"Namjoon is definitely a dick," I hum dismissively not wanting to agree, "He still helped me though,"

"By bullying you."

"He doesn't bully me, he just likes saying his opinion and convincing me it's fact,"

"Peer pressure and manipulation."

"Either way I'm stuck living with him, and the effects of him have already done everything they can to my life,"

He hums lightly in response "Anything you wanna do?"

"What do you mean?" I ask looking up at him.

"We could cuddle, I could make you something to eat. We could snuggle. we could have fun just leaving out the dildo, we could hug each other"

"I wanna snuggle. But Namjoon told me to bring back milk," I say yawning tiredly.

"Fuck the milk,"

I smile at his bluntness, "I don't really wanna fuck the milk, and I don't think Namjoon would be pleased."

"Not like that, just forget about it,"

"No he'll get grumpy, I'll just stop at the Co-op on the way back,"

"M'kay then" he hums pecking my temple. "So can we snuggle?"

"Just this once." He shuffles down wrapping us in a blanket, he rests his chin on top of my head and his arms hug around me.

I lean into him wrapping my arms around his waist, squeezing tightly.

"I don't usually snuggle so think yourself lucky" he chuckles, "I know~ I'm specal," I say quietly, his chest muffling it.

"Hmm but only 'cause I feel bad, if you didn't pass out you would have a dick in your ass right now,"

"But it was hurting and overwhelming before I passed out." I pout looking up at him, "Well that's why you don't have my dick up your ass at the moment"

"... You're mean." I mutter hugging him closer.

"Hmm it's because I'm hot. I'm allowed to be,"

"What does that mean?" I loosen my grip on him slightly so I can look up at him.

"I get forgiven because I'm hot,"

"Not by me you don't,"

"Hmm, But if you don't then daddy won't fuck you,"

"Hm. But if you're an ass who says I want to be fucked by you?"

"You're here aren't you? I haven't changed I've always been an ass,"

"I don't mind you being cocky but putting me in pain and not caring is different."

"I did say it might hurt. And I did say you could say stop but you didn't,"

"I couldn't speak. I tried to say your name to ask you to turn it down!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you,"

"It's fine... "

His hand strokes my sides and he kisses my forehead gently. "Thanks again though," I mumble tracing muscles on his back.

He closed his eyes smiling slightly as he got a thought, I tilt my head and give him a questioning look.

"You did look really hot with my dildo up your ass though,"

"Shut up. If you took a picture I will bitch slap you,"

"I didn't take a picture of that, but I took a mental shot, the sight of you like that is better then any dirty film,"

"You're gross." I whine flicking his back.

"Hey," he whines squishing my thigh. "Don't squish my flabby thighs," I pout smacking his hand away.

"Don't flick my back~" he hooks his leg around mine, "Not like it hurts. Squishing my fat is worse,"

"I didn't do it hard," He pouts cutely, "Don't pinch my flab," I pout back at him.

"Don't have such squishy thighs and I wont feel the need to squish. Because your thighs are adorable,"

"They're disgusting," I sigh covering my legs with the duvet.

"Nope. They're cute, Daddy don't lie about cute thighs,"

"Baby don't lie either. They used to be good now they're gross,"

"Not gross, adorable,"

"Just. Gross." I mutter trying to find some flab to squish on the back of his thighs.

He laughs pushing my hands away befire he roles to a safe distance away from my hands.

"Nooo, come back," I shuffle after him, laying my head on his chest.

"Don't. Squish. The. Thighs." He chuckles, "You started it... Besides you got nothing I can squish, Asshole,"

"There is muscle there,"

"You don't like me squishing your muscles?"

"It tickles Jackass," He pouts, "You like it though, right Daddy?" I tease, moving my hand up to grope his arm muscles.

"Not on the back of my thighs," He says pouting cutely, "Fine," I grumble still squeezing his arm.

He pecks the base of my neck where he had left a hickey, "How am I gonna cover it?"

"Turtle neck? Make up? Scarf?"

"It's summer and if I find my old makeup Namjoon will personally murder me,"

"Want to borrow some of mine?"

"Will it match?"

"It's a mineral powder that matches any skin tone," I hum nodding slightly, "How many people grope your muscles?"

"More then you would think," I let out a huff flopping my head onto his arm, using it as a pillow.

"I'm sure your ego really needed it,"

"Hmm. My ego loves it."

"Your ego needs some flab."

"My ego will never get flab," He pecks my jaw smiling. I frown rubbing his chest, "It is nice to touch though... "

"My muscles?"

"Yeah..." I pout running my hand over his abs.

"It's supposed to. It try my hardest,"

"Who do you expect to touch it though? It's not like you have a girlfriend," I ask tracing my fingers along his bicep.

"I like to go out and meet people. You've just become the person I meet most days,"

I nod slowly, smiling as a thought comes to my mind, "So you're technically doing it for me?"

"If you want to be vain, then yes,"

"Shush. You're the vain one here,"

"Hehe but if I want then you wouldn't have anything to feel," I pout looking up at him, "Could always call Jimin instead~"

"Nope~" He chuckles nuzzling into my neck. "Oh really? Who's stopping me?" I scrunch up my nose, squinting teasingly.

"Don't make daddy spank you again,"

"Who says you'll know if I call him? Not like you can contact him to ask~" I coo.

"But do you really wanna risk the spanking? Daddy might even try 20 slaps,"

"Might as well have my fun while I can though right?" I say pushing Taehyung onto his back so I could lay on his chest.

"Nope," He pouts holding my waist. "I thought you'd want to spank me," I smirk latching onto his chest in a tight hug.

"It is pretty hot. But I don't share,"

"I don't like sharing but I still share you with any hoe you think has a cute ass,"

"I don't cheat on my fuck buddies. You are my only fuck buddy" He coos teasingly.

"Still just a fuck buddy though... If I'm your only one why do you never call me to ask to come over?"

"Do you really want me to call you when I wanna fuck?"

"Yes,"

"It's a lot. Will your ass take it?"

"... Okay maybe only sometimes when you want to,"

"Guess the dildo would do the other times,"

"I still can't believe you use a vibrator,"

"You felt it. It's good shit,"

"Could I use it on you?"

"I could maybe consider letting you use it, if you rode me as well,"

"Fine, if you do as you said and let me cum in your mouth,"

"Don't ask for much, do you?" He chuckles, "You already did more to me then what I'm asking from you,"

"Fine, but I get to tease you for as long as I can,"

"You do that anyway,"

"No I mean hard-core teasing. Like for a looonnnggg time" I give him an unsure look, "As long as you don't tease about things I'm self conscious about,"

"Nothing like that. I can just drag it out,"

"Okay," I smile at him satisfied with our deal.