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"Seojun is the ace player here. Let's get him!" shouts Kim Taehyung.
The five avatars on the TV screen stand on top of a moving truck and attack Seojun's avatar. "Ya! Ya!" he cries, sitting on the edge of the sofa in Tae's living room, game controller in hand.
"Push him!" yells Namjoon.
"Throw him!" shouts Jungkook.
The three members of BTS try their best to destroy Tae's Wooga Squad friend Seojun's game character, but he survives and they get thrown off the truck.
"How do you play this game?" Minji asks, staring at the controller as if she's never seen one before.
"It's just me and Y/N now," Seojun points out cockily.
"Help me!" you cry, nudging your friend in the elbow next to you on the loveseat.
"You're on your own," your friend says with a half-smile.
All eyes in Tae's luxurious penthouse apartment are trained on the screen. They watch as your avatar picks up Seojun's from behind, jumps in the air, and throws him off the truck.
"Wua!" you all say in unison, faces bright, illuminated by the TV.
You smirk in victory, pumping your hands in the air, receiving high fives, while Seojun crumples back into the sofa defeatedly. All six friends finish the night with a game of "Fall Guy" before ending the little good-bye party for Namjoon and Tae who will be enlisting in the military the next day.
For some reason you don't want to leave. Even though you and Tae broke up six weeks before on amicable terms, citing pressure from HYBE and the hardship of dating while in the army as the reason, you just want to linger a few minutes more.
Tae is more than happy to invite you to stay, throwing the remote control to you as he takes a seat on the opposite side of the sofa where you are sitting. While he's excited about serving his country, he knows he will miss the familiarity of his life in Seoul and you were a big part of that. Even now as you hang out as friends.
"What are you doing? All right, all right. What's the matter with that?" Tae asks, as you flip through the channels constantly. "What about that one?"
"Lee Jung-jae? 'The Acolyte'?" you ask, giving him the side-eye.
"He was good in 'Squid Game."
You change the channel anyway and the next picture that pops up makes you blush. "Hey, look. Naked people," you snort nonchalantly as you stare a second too long before pressing the arrow up on the control.
"Nope," Tae gulps. "Don't wanna see naked people."
"Been a while?" you grin, fishing for information in a joking way.
"I have a vague recollection of doing something with someone, but it was a long, long time ago," he says with a wink.
"Really? That long?"
"Six weeks," he admits.
You seem pleased with the answer and play along. "I think my last time was somewhere in this neighborhood actually."
"I remember that it's a good thing. Someday, I hope to do it again."
Tae has a faraway look in his eyes before they land on you. It's that amazing feeling you shared for the time you were dating, you were so in tune with each other everything just came easy. And now in this bittersweet moment of major upheaval in his life, he naturally gravitates toward you.
"What?" you ask, your eyes going round, a familiar sensation building up inside.
"What?" he returns, biting his thumbnail.
Flustered, the corners of your lips turn up. "What was that look?"
"What look?"
"The look you just gave me."
He raises a shoulder slightly. "I gave a look?"
"Yes."
"What kind of look?" he asks coyly.
You shyly place a pillow in your lap and your cheeks tint pink at good memories swirling in your mind. "I know that look."
He can't help but smile. "Then what was it?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Well, you're the big look expert. I wanna see how smart you are."
"Trust me. I know the look," you say with a seductive little smirk.
He finds you adorable and the banter between you gives him the incentive to prod the alluring moment. "So...tell me about the look."
"I don't know," you shrug. "You got something on your mind?"
"No. I mean..." Tae pivots in his place and props his arm on the back of the sofa, bringing his bent leg to rest on the cushion. "Things pop into my head. You?"
You turn slightly and extend your palm up in a sweeping gesture. "Things occur to me from time to time."
He nods in agreement. "Yeah, me too."
A pregnant pause, the stifled smiles on you and him, now an ex-couple, full of meaning, suggesting more than is expressed.
He is now completely facing you. "Well, you can't expect to just forget the past completely."
Suddenly you feel warm. Is it the bottle of soju you consumed or the wistful, nostalgic tone in his voice? "No, of course not."
"I mean, it was something we did. Probably about, what? Thirty-five times?"
You concentrate on the ceiling, counting in your head. "Forty-eight."
He gives you an impressed look. "Yeah, we pretty much know what we're doin' in there," he says confidently, gesturing with his thumb toward his bedroom.
"We know the terrain," you point out cooly, glancing in the direction of the hallway behind you.
"No big surprises," flicking his hand.
"Nope," tossing the pillow off your lap for emphasis.
You and Tae both take a deep breath, staring at the TV now playing a cheesy rom-com. He wonders if something were to happen to him in the military, God forbid, would tonight be his last night? Because if the world was ending he'd want to be next to you.
"What do you think?" he asks, giving you that look again.
You giggle. "I don't know. What do you think?"
"Well, it's something to consider," he offers, shifting in his seat.
There's no doubt in your mind that tonight, of all nights, it is something to think about. Still you shrug, trying to stay cool and collected. "Yeah."
"I mean, let's say...what if..." he starts, raising a hand in the air at the hypothetical proposal "...we did it?"
Mimicking his theoretical tone, you respond, "What if?"
"Is that like the end of the world or something?"
"Certainly not."
"Why shouldn't we be able to do that once in a while if we want to?" he asks as if it's no big deal.
"I know," your eyes bugging out in agreement, giving an exaggerated "duh!" look.
"I mean, really, what is the big deal? We go in there." Points to his bedroom. "We're in there for a while." You nod along with him. "We come right back out here. It's not complicated."
"It's almost stupid if we didn't," you deadpan.
He chuckles. "It's moronic."
"Absurd!" with a light laugh.
Three beats later. "Of course, I guess, maybe, some little problems could arise," he admits.
You sigh. "Well, there are always a few."
"I mean, if anything happened, and we couldn't be friends the way we are now..." he swings his hand towards you then back at himself "...that would be really bad."
"Devastating," you say emphatically.
"Because this is very good." Tae points back and forth between you two to indicate your friendship.
You gesture to the bedroom. "And that would be good."
"That would be good too," he nods. "The idea is combine this..." hands go back and forth between you "...and that" hand toward the bedroom. "But this cannot be disturbed." Again indicating your friendship.
You nod emphatically. "Yeah, w-w-we just wanna take this..." hands indicating friendship "...and add that." Hand to the bedroom.
He had been copying your every more before he puts his palms up to signal that's basically the deal he's proposing.
"But of course, we'd have to figure out a way to avoid the things that cause the little problems. Maybe some rules or something," he suggests with animated hands.
"Huh," you say, intrigued.
"For example. Now, that I'm leaving, I'll only be back home a couple days a month. If I'm granted a weekend leave."
"Right."
"But if we did that..." finger pointing at bedroom "...we might feel a certain obligation to call when I'm in town."
You fake gasp in disbelief. "Well why should that be?" Your face lights up and you put a finger to your brain. "Oh, I have an idea. I have an idea." Finger points at him. "No call the day after that." Finger points to bedroom. "Just whenever we feel like it."
"Beautiful." Your desire to be so willing keeps him going. "Let's make it a rule."
"All right, sir," you say, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back into the sofa.
Tae knows you two are treading on very delicate territory. He doesn't mean to make sex inconsequential, especially with you, but the timing between you just isn't right to get feelings mixed up with...well, what is this exactly? A hook up? A booty call? A desperate plea to go out with a bang before his enlistment...literally?
"Now here's another little rule," he starts. "When we see each other now, we retire to our separate quarters. But sometimes, when people get involved with that, they feel pressure to sleep over."
You're already nodding knowingly, thinking you want to protect your feelings if or when things get complicated. He continues, "When that is not really sleep. Sleep is separate from that. And I don't see why sleep got all tied up and connected with that."
You chuckle at the way he interlocks his arms and entwines his hands, shaking in front of him, to model his observation. "Okay, okay." Your face brightens when you think of a way to avoid getting mixed-up feelings of where this relationship is going. "Rule number two. Spending the night is optional!"
Tae's eyes widen and his lips part into an open mouthed smile. "Well now we're gettin' somewhere."
You purse your lips to the side and wonder, "What about the kiss goodnight?"
"Tough one." He jabs his pointer in your direction. "Your call."
You narrow your eyes at him. "Not necessary."
Clapping his hands together as if it's a done deal, he raises his eyebrows at you. "Fine. Well."
"Well."
"Wow." He breathes in sharply and exhales. "You ready?"
You nibble your index finger, your shoulders go up, and you smile with anxious anticipation of what will transpire tonight. "Ready."
He can't believe the turn of events, starting with a send-off party with his friends, to ending with an agreed upon hook up with you. "So think you can handle this?" he asks, as he rises from the sofa.
You mirror his action walking toward the hallway with thoughtful steps. "Definitely," you respond, as you run into a bookshelf. Oof.
Tae chuckles as he takes your hand and guides you to his bedroom. Once inside it begins with a question of "how should we start" from you to his answer of showing instead of telling.
First a soft brush against your lips, his hands starting at your waist, then sliding up your sides to end up in your hair. Things get intense as your fingers wrap around his waist and press into his back. You hold each other, kissing, sinking into each other, silently saying to one another "I gotta have you now."
When he slips his hand in your yoga pants while making out, you moan in his mouth. Standing by the door, he continues fingering you, kissing your neck and whispering praises into your ear while you softly grind against his hand, letting out the prettiest whimpers and whines.
Fed up with the clothes that are in his way, Tae tugs off your sweater and pulls down your pants leaving you in your undies. He spins you around to face his bed, pushes your long hair away from your neck to kiss and lick your shoulder, his finger slipping inside again. The force of his pumping makes your knees buckle, falling forward, but he catches you around the waist and gently lowers you onto the mattress.
"Lie down and spread your legs," he commands in a low voice.
While he strips naked, eyes trained on the mouth watering vision in front of him, you give him the "come hither" look. You want this. You want him. That's all the incentive he needs to join you on the bed, undress you from your lingerie with his teeth, find you with his tongue, press against your thighs, push you further into the mattress, drag his lips across your hips, taste your curves, bite you, and talk dirty to you.
Breathy gasps escape your lips as you wriggle and writhe beneath him. When he slowly slides inside, he lets your walls stretch before bottoming out. He groans loudly into your ear making you wetter. Bending down he kisses your neck and you tilt your head to the other side, liking how it feels and wanting more. When he pulls out for a second to move down and take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and tugging, you respond the same way. You arch your back to give him more of your chest, liking how it feels and wanting more.
The desire to be inside you again is too much. He gently lifts your legs onto his shoulders, diving into you with deep strokes, leaving you breathless and aching for more.
"Ooh...yes...b-" You cut yourself off, convinced not to use the term of endearment you used to call him. That should have been rule number three. Instead you mewl loudly to cover up your near mistake.
Tae grows harder inside with every sound you make. Seeing your boobs jiggle as he thrusts faster, the way you two jostle against each other, every inch of his cock inside your wet pussy, brings him to the brink.
Your pretty eyes roll back in pleasure as his sweet strokes turn into hard, pounding ones, the kind that makes you scream. Legs trembling around his slim waist, you hold the back of his head, moan into his mouth, and let him know you're close.
"You take me so well," he grunts. "Come for me, Y/N."
Tae kisses you, tongues you, while moving his fingers to your other lips. Your pussy is so wet, you both listen to the squelching noise every rub on your clit produces, while his whole cock is enjoying its bath. He hits you so well, your breaths are ragged, and you climax from his magic fingers.
"Oh...yeah!" you squeak, one hand grabbing the bedsheet to anchor your floating body.
Obsessed with the way you unravel underneath him, he doesn't stop fingering, just slows down to help you ride out your high. Then with unabashed fervor, he pulls out, cages you in with hands on either side of your shoulders before penetrating you again, stroking you senseless, groaning sweet little nothings into your ear. Rising to lock eyes with you, he draws in and out, deep and deliberate, faster, faster, harder, harder.
He sounds like he's suffering but it's ecstasy raging through his body, clouding his mind. He tells you how good you feel and how much you're driving him crazy. Then the dam bursts and he drowns in the goodness. His moans mix with your breathless gasps and he falls apart in your hold, collapsing on top of you a second later.
"Mmm...good girl," he praises.
You grin, stroking his firm biceps. "We sure know what we're doing in here."
"Yep. We sure do," Tae agrees, spooning you, relishing the moment of normalcy before tomorrow turns his world upside down.
~~~~~~~
"How you feeling?" Tae asks Namjoon, sitting next to him in the large black car on the ride to the military training center.
"Fine. A little nervous." Worry and concern in Namjoon's eyes tell otherwise. He turns to his future battle buddy. "You?"
"A little scared." A beat later. "I slept with Y/N last night."
Namjoon coughs from the shock and puts a hand out on the car door handle to steady himself. "Oxygen! I need some oxygen. This is major!"
"I thought you'd like that," Tae grins.
"Oh, this is huge."
"I know."
Namjoon claps his hands and gestures to Tae, waving him in for more information. "Alright. Let's go. Details."
"Nah," Tae shrugs, sitting back in the car seat. "I can't give details."
"You what?"
"I can't give details about it."
Namjoon's eyes widen. "No details?"
"I'm not in the mood," Tae says looking out the window as the city streets roll by.
His friend huffs. "We're about to go into the army. You tell me you slept with Y/N and then say you're not in the mood for details." Forcing Tae to fully face him with a tug on his coat, Namjoon looks him square in the eyes with exaggerated desperation. "Now you listen to me. I want details and I want them right now. I'm about to go to hell for 18 months. I just broke up with my girlfriend. You're not in the mood? Well you get in the mood!"
Tae chuckles then relents and turns toward his friend. "All right, okay. We're at my place watching TV after you guys left."
Namjoon smiles, soaking it in. "Where are you sitting?"
"On the couch."
"Next to each other?"
"No, separated. So she's flipping around the TV, and she gets to the naked station."
Namjoon shakes his head. "Oh, see? That's why I didn't buy the premium package. Because of that naked station. If I had that in my house, I would never turn it off. I wouldn't sleep, I wouldn't eat. Eventually, firemen would have to break through the door, they'd find me sitting there in my pajamas with drool coming down my face." He waves off the tangent he took and grins. "All right, all right. So you're watching the naked station."
Tae looks up recollecting the memory. "And then, somehow, we started talking about, what if we had sex."
"Boy, these are really bad details," Namjoon chides.
"It pains me to say this, but I may be getting too mature for details," Tae says with a shrug.
"Oh, I hate to hear this. That kind of growth really irritates me."
A smirk forms across Tae's mouth. "Well, I'll tell you though. It was really passionate."
"Better than before?"
"She must've taken some kind of class or something," he says with awe in his voice for his ex-girlfriend.
Namjoon shakes his head, still in disbelief. "This is all too much. So what are you feeling? What's going on? Are you like a couple again now?"
"Not exactly."
"Not exactly. What does that mean?"
"Well, we've tried to arrange a situation where we'll be able to do this once in a while, like when I come back on the weekend leaves, and still be friends," Tae explains, his tone serious.
Unlike him, Namjoon finds this unserious, laughs hysterically, and slaps his thigh. "Where are you living? Are you on this planet? It's impossible. It can't be done."
Tae pulls back his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Thousands of years people have been trying to have their cake and eat it too. So all of a sudden the two of you are going to come along and do it? Where do you get the ego? No one can do it. It can't be done," he states, pointing at Tae to drive his point home.
He juts his neck out to prove his own point equally. "I think we've worked out a system."
Namjoon scoffs. "Oh, you know what you're like? You're like a pathetic gambler. You're one of those losers in Las Vegas who keeps thinking he's gonna come up with a way to win at blackjack."
"No, this is very advanced. We've designed at set of rules that we can maintain the friendship by advancing all of the relationship pitfalls."
"Sure, all right. Tell me the rules," Namjoon requests, rolling his eyes.
"Okay," Tae starts, holding a finger up to indicate it's rule number one. "No calls the next day."
The elder ponders this scenario. "So you're having sex, next day you don't have to call. That's pretty good." He nods toward Tae. "Go ahead."
"You ready for the second one?"
"I have tell you, I'm pretty impressed with the first one," he says with a dampened smile.
Tae chuckles then tells his friend, "Spending the night. Optional."
Face falling, Namjoon leans back in his seat and shakes his head. "No, you see? You got greedy."
"No, that's the rule. It's optional."
With confidence, Namjoon shares his words of wisdom. "I know less about women than anyone in the world. But one thing I do know is they're not happy if you don't spend the night. It could be a hot, sweaty room with no air conditioning and all they have is a little army cot this wide." He demonstrates this by holding up his hand, thumb and index finger a centimeter part. "You're not going anywhere."
"I think you're wrong," Tae says with a smug smile, staring back out the window.
"I hope I am."
~~~~~~~
"What? You want it rough tonight?" Tae asks you in disbelief the next time you two hook up, this time in your bedroom.
"Yes," you respond, voice oozing with desire.
This is the seventh time in eight months of his military service that you and Tae have gotten together, and you couldn't help but notice the change in his physique. Over time you have witnessed the astounding physical transformation and it has stirred something in your core. Tonight he's showcasing his bulking progress and impressive muscle gains right next to you on the bed and it's driving you insane.
Tae hovers over you in all his naked glory, eyes dark, captivating and consuming. "Are you sure?"
You nod, knowing your request was bold. "Yes. Show me what this sexy soldier body can do to me."
A sinful smirk spreads across his mouth. "Yes...what?"
After dating in the past and having had rough sex before, you know exactly what he expects you to say. "Yes, daddy," you breath out.
"Well, then. On your knees, baby girl," he commands as he rises off the bed and stands. "First...give me a good taste."
You don't waste any time in complying, shuffling off the mattress and dropping to the floor in front of him, the bottom of your halter dress fanned out over your legs. His authoritative demeanor not new since you have done this angry/dominant role play a few times before. But what is new is the use of your old pet name.
"Where's my kiss?" he slurs, guiding his cock to your lips.
You answer by puckering up, giving his aroused member kisses up and down. Tae hisses in response, transfixed by the woman at his feet, looking so pretty and playful. His breathing quickens when you take him in fully, circling your tongue around him, teasing him. He throws his head back, face toward the ceiling, and groans.
"Uhh...you're so good at giving me head," he grunts, his last word coming out in a strain. His hands tangle in your long hair, gripping you, and holding you in place.
You smile proudly knowing, as of now, only you can make him feel this way. Your lips meet his length from top to bottom, your head moving back and forth. You lick him. You savor him. You put his flavor on your taste buds, keeping it there for a long time. The tight hold on your hair and the sultry sounds he is making, encourages you to take him in with more passion, swirling your tongue around the bulbous tip before taking him deeper.
"That's so hot. You know exactly what I want..." he says, voice husky.
You hum in delight, the vibrations sending electric shockwaves through his appendage, up his spine. Popping off, you coo, "Use me, daddy."
His half-lidded eyes give you a look, bordering on feral. "Be careful what you wish for, baby," he hisses. "I'll ruin you."
"I want to be ruined, Tae," you plead, massaging his quad muscles with your hands, kneading the soft flesh of his lower leg area, then traveling back up his thick thighs.
"Good girl."
His grip tightens in your hair and your lips meet his cock again, working him with your mouth, sucking and licking with fervor equal to his as he takes control.
"You like when daddy makes you suck his cock?" he groans, his hips thrusting forward as he loses himself in the sensation.
With your mouth stuffed, you can only hum in response. You take him deeper, your throat relaxing around him, swallowing as far as you can. With your hands over his ass, you squeeze his perfect round cheeks. You're rewarded with his hand petting your head, caressing your forehead and temples. His finger seductively traces the outline of his shaft bulging from your cheek. You can feel him getting closer, his cock twitching in your mouth as he snaps his hips and plunges inside, hitting the back of your throat over and over and over again.
"You feel incredible..." he pants "...but I wanna cum inside you."
His voice is raw with need as he steps back. It earns a low whimper from you, looking up at him through your eyelashes and giving him a pout, missing his taste already. Tae gazes at you with a mixture of awe and desire, yanking you to your feet before meeting your lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. You melt into him, your body still thrumming with wanton needs.
"Get on the bed." You obey his order and lie on the mattress near the edge, heart pounding in anticipation. "Open up. I want to taste you, baby girl."
Those words immediately make you wet. Spreading your legs, you watch Tae grab a pillow to place under your hips and you instinctively scoot down to give better access. Holding your knees apart, he slowly drops onto his and gets into position, hitching up the fabric of your dress to pool around your waist. Keeping his hands on your legs, he gazes on your privates, his pupils darkening with appreciation at the view that meets his eyes.
"You look so beautiful like this," he murmurs, caressing your inner thighs with his large hands. "So open and willing."
He leans down and starts slowly kissing your thighs, moving his way up, his breath hot against your exposed sex. Starting with a few kitten licks, he then smushes his face in, dragging his tongue up and down your folds with a reasonable amount of pressure. It makes every nerve in your body tingle. When he teases you with the very tip of his tongue, you grab his hair and try to breathe.
"Ooh...yes...daddy," you slur. His hand moves upwards to grasp your breast through the thin fabric of the dress. After a minute of circling upwards, his swirling tongue putting you in ecstasy, licking slowly, torturing you, it makes you crave more direct contact. "Mmm...give me more."
Tae pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with lust and determination, his lips glistening with your arousal. "I thought I was in control," his voice low, authoritative. "Beg for it, baby."
"Please," you moan, your voice barely more than a breathy whisper.
He eventually gives you what you want, licking one long stripe from the entrance up to your clit earning a gasp from you. He locks his lips around your sensitive nub, alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking, making you whimper from how sensitive it feels.
He repeats the exhilarating motion a handful of times, bringing you more intense pleasure. Drunk off his touch, you're almost to the edge. The change in pace and strength gets you guessing and you're getting impatient, your body trembling with the need to release. Yet at the same time, you love the way he's eating you out and wish it could last forever.
"Please. More. I can't take it," you plead, grinning down at him.
Rising on his knees, he switches things up and replaces his mouth with his hand, brushing over a particularly sensitive spot making your thighs clench. His fingers move expertly, teasing and caressing, drawing moans from your lips.
"So wet," he says with pride. "Got you wet from eating this pussy, hmm?"
"Yes, daddy," you mewl, lost in the sensation.
"Sit up," he commands, pulling you up by one arm and swiftly reaching behind your neck to unravel the knot of your halter dress. "Take this off. I wanna see your tits."
You obey and gasp as the upper half of the dress falls from your skin, revealing your strapless bra. Tae snarls, clearly admiring the curves as you playfully pose like a model. When he undoes the clasp in the back, your breasts bounce from the new found freedom and fill him with delight. His gaze fixed firmly on you, he bites his lip and leans forward to embrace your bosom with his hand and his tongue, sucking and licking your nipples, all the while his finger still thrusting inside your pussy. It gives you a crazy high.
"Lie down," he orders, pushing you back onto the bed.
He fingers you slowly, torturously, before his thumb finds your clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. While his thumb and digit sandwiches your middle, he reaches up and grips a breast in one hand, kneading it, eliciting whimpers of pleasure from you.
"Those sounds are making me so hard, baby. Keep moaning for me," he encourages, his voice thick with desire as he kisses the flesh of your boobs.
You can only moan in response, the most X-rated sounds you can make. With a new found urgency, Tae's touches become demanding and tender. His fingers pinch your nipple while his hot mouth latches onto the other one, sucking the life out of you. At the same time, down there his fingers work with ruthless efficiency, assaulting your clit and sending waves of liquid pleasure through your body. Each thrust elicits a sultry sound from you which seems to fuel his control over you further.
Popping off a nipple, he murmurs while looking at you like you're the most important person in the world right now. "Cum for me, baby girl. I love watching you come apart."
You nod, your breath coming in short gasps. He presses his touch further into your pussy with a goal in mind that has you clenching around his finger, gasping and writhing underneath him. Moans escalating, body arching from the overwhelming sensations, hips bucking, toes curling.
"Ah...yeah!" you cry as you come hard, your eyes rolling back and your mind in a fog from the euphoric feeling.
"I got you," he mutters, his lips trailing up to fan your neck with his hot breath. "I got you, baby."
After pulling out, Tae moves upward, meeting your lips in a passionate kiss that takes your breath away which you're still trying to catch. The kiss is wet and sweet and tastes of you. Then he gives you a wicked smile, looking directly into your eyes through his thick eyelashes.
"Ride me," he commands, quickly lying down next to you on the bed. In a daze, you oblige and slither up to position yourself straddling his waist, completely removing your dress in the process.
"Wait," Tae says, under the influence for one more kiss. "Come here."
A soft hum of excitement comes out of you as you bend down to crush your lips on his. His hands grip your face like he's loaded with hunger. You melt into him, tasting him, his passion setting fire to every nerve ending in your body. It's amazing how he makes you feel, like no other man ever did.
Tae pulls you closer before pushing you back up, reminding you of what he wants. In one smooth move, you lines your entrance to his engorged length and slip down, both of you moaning at the sensation, at how full you are of him.
"You are so sexy," he whispers, stroking your hair and gently pushing it away from your face. "You're amazing."
Despite your wish that his words have more meaning than just in the heat of the moment, you reward him with another long, deep kiss then sit up, placing your hands on his firm chest for stability. Swiveling your hips, you roll above him spelling out the word "coconuts." Each movement of your warm sex drawing each letter. C-o-c-o-n-u-t-s. The new angles created by your body rolls driving you both closer to the edge. The room is soon full of the sounds of the bed creaking and his guttural moans.
"You like that, daddy?" you ask, your breath ragged.
"You have no idea how much that drives me crazy," he growls.
"I think I have an idea," you grin.
Scrunching his nose and biting his lower lip, Tae meets your gaze with an intense look. His eyes light up at the sight of you writhing above him, your perky boobs swaying to and fro from your ministrations.
"But you wanted rough sex." He smirks. "So get on your hands and knees," he orders.
Surprised by so many sexual positions, you comply and take your position on the bed while he rises up and stands behind you, his feet on the floor. His hands move down your thighs and then a hard spank lands on your ass.
"Tae..." you breathe out.
"What did you call me?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly.
Another smack on your ass. "Daddy..."
"That's my girl."
For a moment he simply looks at your backside, before you finally peer over your shoulder, meeting his gaze, intense and full of lust. Without hesitation he enters you slowly, inch by agonizing inch, stretching and filling you completely. The feeling is immense, a mix of pleasure and pain that has you gasping for breath.
"Uhh...you're so tight," his voice straining. "Nice and warm."
You fall forward a bit with his first deliberate slow thrust that soon escalates into a feverish rhythm. "Oh, yes! Just like that," you cry.
"Look at you," he growls, with a spank to your ass. "You take me so perfectly. Like you were made for me."
As the pounding increases, the back of your thighs hitting the front of his, you mewl in agreement. "You fill me up so good."
"What are you doing tomorrow night? Don't have to go back 'til Monday," he asks, mid a series of deep strokes.
Your mouth parts, surprised by the question. He's never planned for a second night in a row. All of the booty calls have been only once during his weekend leave. "I...uh...have plans with Seojun."
The punch he feels in his chest surprises him. "To do what?"
"Ngh..." you whimper, head hazy. "We're just gonna hang out at his place. You know, gaming."
"Hang out?" he asks, as he slows his pumping.
"Yeah...just...hang out..." you pant.
There's no time to analyze what was just shared about his friend and his ex-girlfriend, his brain isn't braining. Why would he care if you are hanging out with Seojun? Tae doesn't know why that kind of bothers him. Instead, his thrusts become more erratic, making you rock forward and backward on your hands and knees. He rams his throbbing dick inside you over and over and over again.
"You like my big cock inside your tight pussy, don't you?" His words show some sort of possessiveness and he doesn't know where it's coming from.
"Yes, daddy," you manage to get out, the feeling of his length rubbing against your wet walls driving you insane.
"Wanna hear your sexy sounds. Wanna hear you scream my name," Tae says, adding a smack to your butt cheek before smoothing the area with his large palm.
"Go harder then," you moan with a challenging tone.
"You little brat," Tae pants, another spank on your ass. "Harder? Yeah?"
Your wish is his command as he plunges inside you , in and out, in and out, a cry of pleasure bursting from your lips. Your body responds to every one of his moves, the motion of his hips to the rhythm of yours as you seek more of the delicious friction he provides.
The way he pulls out slightly, the feeling of his head poking your sopping hole, then entering you again harshly, is like a punishment. "This is...nasty. I love it," he groans, punctuating his words with another hard thrust.
You whimper in agreement quickly, zoned in on every nerve exploding from the feeling deep inside. Your head falls forward as your body surrenders to him being in control, letting him use you like a cock sleeve to get himself off.
"Fuuu-" he stutters. "I'm gonna..."
"Cum for me, daddy," you encourage.
To add to the punishment, or reward depending on how you see it, Tae twists your hair by the roots in his fist and pulls hard. Your mouth forms an "O" as your neck strains back, the tension felt in your scalp making you form incoherent words. He doesn't stop penetrating his hard cock into your wet pussy, his hips slamming into you strong enough to leave you breathless, until one final thrust hits just right to send jolts of pleasure through your body. Your second orgasm of the night as you scream his name.
He follows seconds later with one powerful thrust that has his body convulsing, his cum filling the condom as he throws his head back, the pleasure overwhelming him. "Mmm...yeah," he groans lowly.
He falls forward on your back and lies there for a second, wrapped up in the afterglow you share. As your breathing begins to steady, he gently pulls out. Weak from the intense intimacy, you collapse onto the bed, your bodies pressed together and naturally snuggled. You hold each other, your hand playing with his hair as you rest on his chiseled chest. Then you help each other clean up, cuddling again, the duality of Tae being a "rough" hook up to a "nice, caring" one, driving you crazy with need all over again.
"I'm hungry. Let's go eat some of that ice cream," Tae suggests, rising from the bed.
Your grumbling stomach agrees and you pad out of the room right behind him, throwing on a large T-shirt, looking forward to the mint chocolate ice cream he brought just for you because he knows it's your favorite dessert.
An hour later, he reaches for his jacket in the coat closet. "Well, guess I'll get going."
"Oh," you say, deflated, hoping he would change his mind this time.
You know this is breaking the rule. You know being anything more with Tae is just a delusion. You two are deeply in lust with each other. That's all. That has to be enough for now.
The tone in your voice doesn't go unnoticed. "I have dance practice with Goff and Bada tomorrow morning. It'll be easier if I go home," Tae explains, zipping up his jacket.
You huff. "Fine, go away."
"I don't understand. Is there a problem?" he asks, eyes furrowed. He watches you fumble with a coat that fell from its hanger, trying multiple times to hang it back up, before throwing it on the floor. "I'm getting the impression there's a problem."
"Just go," you grunt, slamming the closet door in frustration.
"I have a schedule," he pleads, sensing some anger.
"Oh!" your voice rising. "Who dances in the morning?"
"You know how it is to keep to a schedule."
"Okay, so fine. Go." You try to act aloof but for some reason you really want him to stay over tonight. You don't even know where this is coming from.
You start to storm off down the hallway but he blocks you by the front door and puts up his hands in defense. "What happened to the rules? Remember? Sleeping over is optional."
"Yeah, it's my place, it's my option."
"It has nothing to do with whose place it is. That's not how it works."
"Of course it does!"
You can feel your blood pressure rising so you cross your arms in front of your chest to ground you. Tae senses you need help too. "Come here," he beckons, grabbing your waist and pulling you in.
Pushing him away is futile and he doesn't let go. In his strong arms, you contemplate what is causing your emotions to go haywire. There was a time you were both in love, is it crazy to think it would all go away so easily? In spite of the rules, your bedroom inclinations were starting to spill over into other parts of life. And though it may have been wishful thinking on your part, you couldn't help but be encouraged by it. Unfortunately for you.
After a moment of you being quiet, Tae asks, "What's wrong?"
You pull away but he pulls you back to him. Forcing your head up, you look into his eyes, searching for some understanding, begging him to read your mind so you don't have to say the secret on your heart. With concern written on his face, he looks back into your eyes and doesn't look away until you do.
"Nothing," you finally say. A beat later, Tae steps back and starts unzipping his jacket. "What are you doing?"
"I can't go if you're mad," he says, giving you big puppy dog eyes.
You slap on a look of indifference, exaggerating a happy face. "I'm not mad!" you lie.
"You seem mad."
With a defeated look you sigh. "No, Tae. I'm fine. Really, I'm okay."
"So you're okay with everything?"
"Definitely," with a nod. "Are you?"
He gives you a lingering stare, tempted to say something but afraid it would affect your "friends with benefits" status. Not sure if that could complicate things between you.
"Definitely," he finally manages, pulling up the zipper again. Both of you duck your heads as you walk to the door, happy at least that you've avoided an argument. "Well...good night."
"Good n-"
Tae leans down for a kiss prompting you to snap your head back. "What are you doing?" you ask quickly.
"What?"
"Rules," you singsong, giving him a crinkled smile.
Tae's eyes widen but he nods in understanding.
~~~~~~~
You ogle Tae's massive military arms and broad chest, showcased by his fitted sleeveless shirt. "You know what would look good on these muscular shoulders?" you coo, running a finger across his protruding pecs.
"What?" he asks, smiling.
"My thighs."
Within seconds Tae backs you up to the foot of his bed, pushes you down, and tells you to stay still as he spreads your legs. Blood flows to your core at the sexy way he's manhandling you. Taking your advice, he strips off your bottoms and your thighs get placed on his buff shoulders before he dives in.
"That's right, Tae. Eat me out just like that," you tell the man between your legs.
You takes your hand and grab the short strands on top of his head, pulling back and ignoring the slight moan of discomfort he lets out. You've always wanted to "woman" handle him and tonight seems like the perfect occasion.
"Did I say you could stop?" you ask, almost growling. Tae shakes his head with a sly smirk. "Then get back to it."
He moves back down to your throbbing pussy and slowly starts to take the sensitive nip into his mouth. It isn't fast enough for you though, so using the hand still tangled in his strands, you start pushing downward making him take more of your heated sex with each push. Your dominance spurs him on to move his tongue faster, suck harder, lap up your juices while moaning around you. You know his erection must be bursting against his pants the way he ruts his hips against the foot of the bed.
In the back of your mind you're taking out your frustration on Tae in your domineering act but he's oblivious to it. It all started when he didn't call you during his last military weekend leave and you knew he was in town based on his Instagram stories. Mentions of female names like Bada Lee and Lee Junglee cause a green-eyed monster to stir in your head. Why would you care if he's hanging out with these female dancers? It's not like you and Tae are dating.
Then he calls tonight and wants to come over after recording a video with Junglee and he shows you a video of the dance challenge. The punch you feel in your chest surprises you. Watching him hone his moves with another woman, you gawk at how they deliver a powerful performance, impressed with their dance skills. Your mouth waters at the way Tae wears a sleeveless outfit that highlights his defined arm muscles and his bulked up, muscular frame.
Of course you care if Tae is dancing with other women!
You dream about the day when he wakes up and finds that what he's looking for has been here the whole time. If he could see that you're the one who understands him, how you've been here all along...why can't he see? He belongs with you.
But you'll keep these thoughts to yourself to avoid looking stupid. Or would it be stupid not to tell him how you really feel? Either way, here you are, lying by the foot of his bed. And not long after you get a feeling. A feeling deep inside.
"Oh, yeah..." you mewl.
To help you out, Tae latches onto your clit, sucking like it's candy, before running his tongue up your lubricated folds in a zig zag motion. Swirling, focusing on the tip again, then the rest of your nether lips. You frown from the intense pleasure and your whimpers let him know he's doing good.
"Mmm...you're eating my pussy so well..." you coo, gripping his hair tighter. "I can't get enough."
He mumbles something against your skin before he pulls his head back. Fingers stroke the rough spot inside your pussy, pressing into the soft flesh, poking your G-spot, pounding into you shamelessly.
"Oh, yes!" Your cries are accompanied with tightening grips, trembling thighs, and helpless groans as you climax.
Not a minute later, Tae is inside you urgently like he would die if he didn't rail you just then. Your eyes lock and he starts to move, pumping in and out of you in heavy punches of his hips, his balls slapping loudly against your heated sex. He doesn't look away from you, not for an instant. It feels so intimate it makes your eyes sting with tears. It's the hope that gets you downhearted.
"Next time I see you," Tae says as he thrusts into you. "I'd like you to wear that little black dress I love. You look so hot."
"Hmm..." you pause. Your insides are setting off fireworks at the way he sinks and retreats. Your body betrays you as your pussy clamps snugly around his thick cock. "Yeah, call me."
But when the time comes, you decline his booty call citing cramps from your period. It happens to be a convenient coincidence because you were planning to deny him anyway. When he offers to come over in spite of your ailment, letting you know he can bring your favorite Korean snacks and just hang out and watch a movie, something you two have never done since the nights always ended with sex, you still tell him no.
~~~~~~~
"What about jewelry? That's a very nice birthday gift," Namjoon says, jogging alongside Tae as they run along the track of the military training center.
"No, no. I have to be very careful here. I don't want to send the wrong message. Especially after she's been acting weird lately." Tae huffs as he sidesteps a cone on the floor.
"You're still friends with benefits?"
Tae nods. "But something seems off."
"Maybe I'll send her some jewelry as a gift," Namjoon shrugs.
Whipping his head to give him steely eyes, Tae protests. "No, no. You can't get her anything better than me. Whatever I spend, you have to spend half."
"What am I supposed to get, a pocketknife?"
"You don't understand. I'm in a very delicate position. Whatever I give her, she's going to bring in experts from all over the country to interpret the meaning behind it." Tae puts his hands out in animated motions before swinging them back and forth again while running.
"What does she need? Maybe there's something that she needs," he suggests.
"One time I heard her say something about a bench."
"A bench? What kind of a bench?"
"I don't know, but she mentioned a bench."
"What, like at a bus stop? Like a park bench?"
"She said she would use it by the front door so she can sit down while she puts on her shoes," Tae shrugs.
"Who puts a bench in their house?"
"Forget the bench." Tae rolls his eyes as they round the corner of the track.
Namjoon puts up a finger. "I got it. You wanna get her something nice? How 'bout a music box?"
"No, too relationship-py. I don't know if that's where this is going," he admits, pursing his lips.
"Okay, what about a nice frame? With a picture of another guy in it. Frame says I care for you, but if you wanna get serious, perhaps you'd be interested in someone like this." Tae chuckles at this before Namjoon continues. "What about candle holders?"
"Too romantic. Anyways she likes the 3-wick candles at Bath and Body Works."
"Lingerie?"
"Too sexual."
"Waffle maker."
"Too domestic."
Namjoon breathes out sharply at his wit's end. "A bust of Yoon Suk-yeol?" he jokes.
"Too soon," Tae quips, referring to the president's impeachment.
With a defeated sigh, his friend advises, "Just work on the card."
~~~~~~~
The next time Tae is back in Seoul, he appears at your door with a box wrapped in gold paper. "Happy Birthday!"
You greet him with a wide smile, for nothing can bring you down on your own birthday weekend. "Thanks, Tae! Come on in."
Tae scrunches up his face as you take the box from him. "Maybe you won't like it."
"Oh, how could I not like it? Of course I'll like it. Just the fact that you remembered means everything," you say, keeping things friendly as you take a seat on your couch.
"Of course I remembered. You reminded me every time I saw you," he jokes.
You take it in jest as you rip the paper off the box and remove the lid. Inside you find a plastic card enveloped in cardboard and stare. "A Visa gift card?"
"What do you think?" he asks earnestly, standing above you.
You furrow your eyebrows at him. "You got me a gift card?"
"This way I figure you can go out and get yourself whatever you want." He raises his shoulders with a silly grin before his face falls. "No good?"
You twist your face in confusion. The expectation for a sentimental gift crumbles in your heart. It has been one year since you started hooking up, was it too much to ask for a more meaningful gift? "Who are you, my uncle?"
"Aw, come on. There's one million won right there. I don't think that's anything to sneeze at," he says trying to rectify his gift.
"Let me see the card," you sneer, snatching it from his hands. There's disappointment in your voice the more you read. "'To a wonderful girl, a great pal, and more,'" your cadence rising at the end, disheartened, like you're questioning the word choice. "Pal? You think I'm your pal?"
Unaware of your displeasure, he bends down, pointing to the writing on the card, and emphasizes, "I said 'and more.'"
You yank the card away from him. "I am not your pal," you huff.
A knock on the door makes you turn away, grateful because you don't think you can look at him right now.
"What's wrong with pal? Why is everyone so down on pal?" Tae asks as he watches you open the front door.
"Seojun! I didn't know you were coming." You greet the mutual friend with a wide smile. Tae and Seojun exchange pleasantries as the latter places a huge wrapped gift on the ground when he fully enters the foyer.
"Oh, what is this? You got me something?" you ask, eyes wide at the size of the present.
"Yeah. I was in the neighborhood and I know your birthday was two days ago...," Seojun explains. "Open it."
A second later you're pulling a low wooden seat, big enough for two people to sit on, out of the box. "The bench! You got me the bench that I wanted!" you say gleefully, jumping in tiny before giving the gift giver a huge hug.
Seojun swings his eyes over to Tae who looks irritated. "That's pretty good, huh?"
Tae scoffs. "Great."
They both watch you try it out, taking a seat on the bench. "I remember when we were standing near the store and she mentioned it," he shares with Tae. "I made a mental note of it."
"Well goody for you," Tae says sarcastically.
"Oh yeah, I'm very sensitive about that. I mean, when someone's birthday comes up, I keep my ears open. So what'd you get her?"
"A gift card," Tae huffs, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Money?" Seojun's eyes go wide and a hand palms the side of his head. "You gotta be kidding. Aren't you guys like, a thing? What kind of gift is that? That's like something her uncle would get her."
Tae scrunches his nose at him and now you are reading the birthday card that came with the gift. "'Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such a friend," your voice rising at the end, this time in a heartwarming way.
"William Yeats," Seojun says to Tae who's standing stoically by the couch.
"Oh, Seojun," you say, giving him a warm embrace and a kiss on the cheek.
The hug lingers a second too long for Tae's taste and the sight of you two makes his nostrils flare. He takes this as an opportunity to have a private talk with you. "Could you excuse us please, Seojun?" he asks in a stern voice.
"What?"
"We're talking," he gestures to himself and you.
"Oh, the relationship," Seojun mutters before he leaves.
You glare at Tae, not caring if you have no right to be mad at him. Walking back to the bench, you hold out Seojun's card and waggle it in front of his face as if taunting Tae. He joins you on the wooden seat and you both draw in a long, deep breath. You both know this "friends with benefits" thing can't last forever.
"You know, we never had one fight before this deal," he says with a cute pout, turning toward you, nudging your knee.
"I know."
"Never."
"Ever."
"We got along beautifully."
"Like clams."
"It was wonderful."
"A pleasure," you say, nudging his knee back, trying to keep a brave face.
Unsure of what to say next, the words tumble out anyway before he has a chance to take them back. "So I think we should just forget the whole deal, and go back to being friends."
You hang your head, rubbing your hands together, and think back to the first time you met Tae backstage at an awards show when you were the stage manager. The rush you had felt when he had leaned over casually as you waited in the wings and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. If you're being honest, he still makes you feel that way. Glancing up at him, you lift your shoulder in a half shrug and toy with a lock of your hair.
"I can't do it," you reveal, melancholy in your words.
"You what?" he blinks.
You shake your head and scoff. "I can't do that."
"You mean it's..." Tae lets his voice trail off as you nod that it's over. "No this..." pointing back at forth between you to indicate friendship. You shake your head. "No that?" He asks pointing to the bedroom to which you answer with a strong shake of your head and a "duh!" look.
"No this or that?" he asks for clarification, hand going between you then hand to the bedroom. "Oh, man. What do you want, Y/N?"
You straighten your back and face him fully. "This, that, and the other," you say, referring to a relationship as if it's obvious.
Tae lifts both eyebrows and presses his lips into a hard line. "Oh, sure. Of course, you're entitled. Who doesn't want this, that, and the other?"
Your forehead creases and your voice lowers. "You."
A look of putting two and two together washes over him. "Well..." He starts to correct himself when he realizes the biggest mistake would be letting you go. "I didn't know that's what you wanted."
"Forget it," you mutter, dejected. You push yourself off the bench and start for the door, your back to him.
"Y/N, wait." Springing up, he sidles up behind you and hugs your waist. "Let's talk about this."
A sniffle escapes you and in your attempt to show strength, you will the tears not to run down your face. Tae just holds you and doesn't say a word.
A whole minute goes by and you relish the warmth of your ex-boyfriend's embrace. It's the little things like this that makes your heart go pitter-patter but he hasn't said the words you want to hear. And knowing you brought up the idea of a relationship first and he could go along with it just to appease you, isn't enough.
"Next time you're in town...do me a favor...don't call me." Your voice is hard and the way you release yourself from his grip is equally forceful. You have your hand on the doorknob ready to leave...when you realize this is your place. Spinning around, you face Tae's forlorn expression. "Just go."
He pinches the bridge of his nose then takes in a sharp breath. "Can we talk?"
"It's okay. We don't have to," you say coldly, glaring at him.
"But I want to. I was thinking-"
"I'm fine. G-go away," you stammer.
Tae stares at you, brows drawn together. He's hurt but he doesn't know what to say to salvage the awful wrong turn this conversation has taken. One that would prove you aren't alone in your thinking. Unfortunately you don't seem to be in the mood to hear him out anyway, the birthday gift not helping. Then finally, he leaves with heavy footsteps out the door.
~~~~~~~
"Those birthdays. I told you. They're relationship killers," Namjoon says, once again running into Tae at the training center. "If a relationship is having any problems whatsoever, a birthday will always bring it out.
Tae huffs as he side steps over a rock on the outdoor trail. "I never should have made up those rules."
"What is it about sex that just disrupts everything? Is it the touching? Is it the nudity?"
"It can't be the nudity. I never got into these terrible fights and misunderstandings when I was changing before gym class," he says, shaking his head.
Namjoon pumps his arms as they round a bend in the trail between some trees. "You know what this means? I can't hang out with her anymore either."
"Why?"
"It's break up by association. So what're you gonna do?" he asks, peering at his friend.
Tae matches each stride and the two continue running through the forest. "Well, if I meet up with her again, there's no joking around anymore. This is pretty much it."
"So, maybe this should be it."
A gleam appears in Tae's eyes. "She could be it."
"She seems like an it," Namjoon points out with a nudge.
All this time, honestly, Tae has thought...just maybe...you're the one. He has an epiphany right in front of the drill sergeant yelling at him to move along, and he can't help thinking this is how it ought to be. It's so easy he's kind of mad at himself that he didn't realize it sooner.
"Y/N is as it as you get," Tae admits, lips tugging into a smile. "Imagine if we don't get back together. Bumping into her in five years with a husband. And she tells me he's a sculptor, they live in Busan..."
"We'd have to kill him," Namjoon deadpans, unseriously.
Tae's eyes widen, playing along. "We'd get caught. I'd go to jail."
"I'd go to prison as your accomplice. I'd have to wear that really heavy denim. Go to the cafeteria line with the guy who slops those mashed potatoes onto your plate. Go to the bathroom in front of hundreds of people."
Tae turns his head as they near the end of the trail "Plus, you know what else."
Namjoon fake gasps. "You better call her."
"I will. And I know exactly what to say."
~~~~~~~
Would you like to go on a date with me?
You stare at the phone in your hand a month later and ponder Tae's choice of words. This isn't the typical way to phrase a booty call. Your first instinct is to ignore it since you had told him not to contact you the next time he's in town.
Who is this?
I'd really like to talk to you and I'd like to take you out on a date. What do you say?
...
Will you wear that black suit from the Celine event in Seoul?
Will you wear that little black dress?
And so here you are. When Tae opens the door of his penthouse, he finds you wearing a black trench coat. As soon as you enter the foyer, you peel it off to reveal a strapless black minidress with a scalloped neckline and a pleated hem. You've finished off the look with opaque black tights and black platform heels.
Tae's eyes widen and he lets out a cat-call whistle. "Damn, you're beautiful!"
Your cheeks pinken and your fingers fidget with the hemline of your dress. Shifting your weight between your feet, you feel his heated gaze as you return it, giving him the elevator eyes.
"You look spiffy," you say quietly. Your eyes rake over his charming look, how his short hair makes him seem younger, and the black collarless jacket with black pants make him look high-class. After a moment of awkward silence, thanks to the way things ended last time, you're growing impatient. "What's the special occasion?"
Tae grins and closes the gap between you two. "It's a special night because..." he hesitates, taking your hands in his, caressing your fingers with his thumbs "...I've been thinking..."
He suppresses a smile and looks up at the ceiling, bread cheeks on full display in all its cuteness. Your lips turn up at the corners watching him draw his lips in between his teeth, swivel his head from side to side, and bring his hand up to demonstrate something before dropping them down in nervousness and laughing. A giggle escapes you too. You've always been a sucker for his sweet Tata mic face.
"Tae?"
"Dang, I wanted to wait until after our date. I prepared all this for you but..."
He gestures to the fancy spread set on his dining room table that he had catered. The candles lit next to the vase of red roses, plus the romantic lighting from the chandelier above, beckons you to inspect it more closely.
Then you feel him tug you back by the hand.
"But I don't think I can wait," Tae says, huge smile on his face.
It's you who's getting tired of waiting. You thought you made it perfectly clear that you wanted this, that, and the other. As you two stand in the living area, you wonder if he's ever going to come around. Your faith in him is fading. You wonder if this all in your head and you don't know what to think about him inviting you to his place yet again.
Imagine the shock you feel when Tae kneels to the ground and pulls out a ring and says, "Marry me, Y/N. You'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad. Go pick out a white dress. This is our love story."
You gape at the small velvet box in his hand and cover your mouth, jaw dropped in surprise. Yes, you wanted the "other" but you still weren't expecting this.
"Tae! This wasn't what I meant...but...I mean, is it too soon? I don't know what to say..." you stammer.
"Baby, just say yes," he pleads, his eyes sparkling.
An uncontrollable feeling of love that has never been extinguished blossoms in your chest. "Yes!" you squeal, holding out your right hand.
Immediately, Tae places the multi-carat diamond ring on your finger and rises to engulf you in a hug. "I love you, jagiya," he shares, resorting back to his term of endearment for you.
"I love you, too," you respond, adding his nickname. "Babe."
Sharing a laugh, you two then seal the deal with a passionate kiss, hands running down your arms and backs as if it's been years since you saw each other. At first your mouths move together slowly, your lips saying "I've missed you." Until your tongues join in and now you're saying "I can't help that I want you right now."
"Dammit," Tae drawls against the corner of your mouth. "I wanted to propose after our date."
"Forget it, let's just celebrate now," your voice breaking as his hands glide into your hair, his mouth pressed on yours.
"Mmm," he hums, excited.
Out of curiosity, you do have a suggestion to make this a memorable, merry reunion. "Or...how about a quick version of the date?"
He pulls back with a smirk. "A quickie?"
You grin. "The date can be quick. But what we do afterward definitely won't be."
With a wicked smile, Tae grabs your hand and plays along. "Right this way."
After kicking off your shoes, you follow a step behind him toward the dining room pretending it's a restaurant. "Thank you, sir," you say as he pulls out a chair and he quickly steps to the opposite side of the table. "You know I have always wanted to try this place."
"Salad?" he asks as he serves you both a few pieces of lettuce and tomatoes. "So, when would you like to get married?"
You stab a green with your fork and take it into your mouth. "After your enlistment is over?"
Tae sips from his glass of wine. "How about June 21? The first day of summer?" You nod happily and watch him pretend to ask a waiter for the check like he's in a hurry. "How do you want to do this? You had the salad. I only really had wine." Surprised by his question, you fake a move toward your purse. "Kidding! Let's go."
He ushers you toward the living room and quickly turns on the big screen TV to Netflix. "We're late," you joke. "Movie's already started."
You plop down on the couch together, side by side. "Previews. We'll be fine." He hands you a bucket of candy from the coffee table as he presses a button on the remote control. "Ah. Just in time. It hasn't started yet."
"So what are we watching?" you ask, leaning your head against his shoulder.
"'Train to Busan.'"
"The whole thing?"
"Only the important parts," he answers as he pops a candy into his mouth. Ten seconds later, he turns to you. "Worst movie ever."
"Yeah, I almost walked out like five times," you deadpan.
"Wanna go out for dessert?"
"Sure. We have time."
Back to the dining room you walk hand in hand and take your seats. Quickly, Tae sets plates of sweet rice cakes in front of the two of you. "Coffee?"
"No thanks. You know this neighborhood just keeps on changing. This place used to be a cute, little cafe," you joke, eyes bouncing around the room.
"I know. Seoul," he sighs, really acting the part. "It's a living organism, an ever changing tapestry."
"Mmm...this cake is amazing," you say, taking your spoon and feeding him a bite.
As Tae swipes the cake clean off the spoon, a glint appears in his eyes, the attraction that sizzles in the room hard to ignore. "Baby, I had a lovely time on our date. But now I want you."
His sultry words turn you on and when he scoots his chair closer and trails his index finger down the outside of your thigh, it causes you to shiver. "No good night kiss?" you flirt.
"Rules," he singsongs.
You pout cutely. "From now on the only rule is that you give me a good night kiss for the rest of our lives."
His eyes, already darkened with lust, glaze over, and he bites into his bottom lip. Then he shifts forward, leans in and connects his lips to yours giving you the best good night kiss of your life.
"Stand up," he commands.
Rising on your feet, you gasp when Tae's hands grab the flesh of your butt cheeks under your dress before slipping the tights down your legs.
"I wanted to do this since you walked in the door," he growls.
Your breath hitches as he pushes up the dress to expose your soft mid-driff for his pleasure. Whispery kisses follow an imaginary line from the right side of your hip to the other, so close to where you want him the most.
"Damn, you look hot," with little wet sucks on your supple skin. "Need you."
"You have me," you breathe out, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders.
His kisses get harder, stronger, purplish hues popping up by your navel. His grip on your ass tighter as he buries his face in the silky material between your legs. "This is mine."
"All yours," you hum in agreement. "Forever."
A needy groan escapes him as he looks you up and down with half-lidded eyes. He takes his bottom lip under his teeth and scrunches his nose, approving the view in front of him, how the dress wraps around your feminine frame, hugging your curves and outlining your ample bosom.
"I'm gonna burn this into my memory so I can jag off to it later when I'm alone in the barracks. But now..."
Without hesitation he sits up straight and offers you his lap, manspreading on the dining room chair alluringly. Fixing your dress to accommodate your wide stance, you straddle his legs and press your lips fully against his. You let out a sigh as you melt into his touch, into the feeling of his lips, into the comfort of his hands, into his promise of a future.
He moves a hand behind you to unzip your dress, exposing your back completely as you brush your lips in the gentlest of ways and he feels a shudder go through him as you remove his jacket and start unbuttoning his shirt. Once it's off, you lean to your left and aim your lips to suckle on the honey-golden flesh of his massive bicep. The taste and feel of his manly muscle in your warm mouth intoxicating.
"Hmm...I'm gonna use this image to get myself off when you're gone," you coo, with a delicate finger swiping across his jacked up body build.
"Mmm...jagiya," he starts, eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Don't leave a mark."
Feeling sassy, you just lean to your right and suck even harder on his other bicep. "Just call them your 'wounds of glory.'"
You share a laugh at the reference to the marks on his back that he posted on the Internet a while ago before his hands move to cup your face and your kiss turns into one of passion while you lose yourselves completely.
"You make me so hard," he grunts as you grind your clothed core against his bulging erection.
Tae begrudgingly pulls away to look at you, lips swollen and eyes closed in satisfaction before they open slowly looking back at him. Knowing that this is real, the original deal is off and a new permanent one is in place, makes your hearts swell.
He buries his hands into your hair and massages your scalp as his nose nudges yours while you whisper, "Bedroom?"
He leans down to skim his lips down your jaw before flexing his large muscles and pushing himself off the chair to stand, effortlessly cradling you in his buff arms. Man, he is really strong.
"Ooh...my sexy soldier. Look at you," you compliment, giddy with anticipation as he walks the long trek down the hallway to his bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, you let Tae have his way with you. It starts with him pinning you to the wall, your black dress flowing off your body and his belt hitting the ground. You kiss hungrily as he brings you to his bed.
"Wait, Tae. Dance with me like that girl in the 'Winter Ahead' video," you request.
With an eager grin, he plays his song off his Bluetooth speakers then holds out his hands in a dancing position. In only your undergarments and him in his boxer briefs, he takes you in his hold and you waltz around the room, romantic and carefree vibes all around. One two three. One two three.
"Now..." You cut the dance short. "Dance with me like you did to 'What's Your Fantasy?'"
Tae chuckles loudly at the request and switches to the Ludacris song. For a full minute he shows off his moves, popping his broad shoulders, flexing his chest, and thrusting his hips to the energizing beat. To say you're enthralled is an understatement. If the way his sexy body rolls and his huge pectoral muscles jiggle like that don't send blood shooting straight to your core, you don't know what would.
Then he grabs you toward him, your back to his chest, and dances certain moves with your hot bodies pressed together. Taking the lyrics to the song literally, he starts at the temple of your forehead and gives you a wet kiss there before dragging his lips down your face, your neck, your shoulder. As he unclasps your bra it descends your upper body, his mouth following every move. As he removes your underwear, it drops down your legs, his tongue following the fabric. Bending down, his kisses stop at your feet and he has literally licked you from your head to your toes.
Eliciting moans from you the whole time, you stumble a bit from the way your knees buckle. "Oh my g-! Tae, that feels sooo good."
"Get on the bed, sweetheart. Let me show you my fantasy."
He's got you on the bed now, the moonlight flickering across his face, his hips rolling slow and deliberate along your heated sex while his teeth graze your collarbone. His hand grips the back of your thigh, pulling you close as your nails leave trails down his back, and the only sound is his name spilling from your lips.
Tae pauses to grab a box from the bedside table and put on protection before his hard length throbs against your legs and then all at once he's sliding into you. Your faces are so close, his breath rising with yours. He takes your lips in his, tugging, releasing them to look into your hungry eyes. Then his lips claim yours again, groaning at your wetness and stroking you senselessly.
An instant rush of energy shoots through you when he stops ravaging your lips and starts sucking your throat, dragging hungry kisses to the space between your breasts. Back to hovering over you, he hits your pussy from the front, staring intensely into your eyes, your arms wrapped around his neck. Jostling under his impressive form, you relish the way he slips inside you with consistent, smooth, firm and forceful movements. It's maddening yet it feels so good.
Tae fills you so well your eyes close with the pleasure of it, the tendons in his neck straining as he pumps through it. You smile joyfully, engaged in the way he moves up and down between your legs, moaning into his mouth, choking on the pounding strokes, clenching harder and harder around his thick cock.
He buries his face in your neck murmuring, "Ngh...I love you so much" as he strokes you into craziness, groaning incoherent thoughts in your ears, lifting his head to look at you, squinting at your tightness then taking your lips in his.
Your lovemaking lasts for several heavenly minutes. Pressing his forehead to yours, the cold tip of his nose against yours, your lips parting wider together, he drills into you mercilessly. The rigid hardness of his cock scraping against your dripping walls. His body heats up in the chase for his sweet release and his hips pick up the pace a bit. Entwining his fingers in yours, burying his elbows in the sheets, his groans overshadow your moans and his hand drifts to your curves to steady his strokes, keep you in place like you can't move as he pushes into you roughly.
"You're doing good, sweetheart," he says in a whispered breath. He zones in and the way he draws in his eyebrows tells you he's concentrating and about to...
"Ah..." he grunts, hips stuttering as he cums. "Hell yeah."
Beaming, you give him a satisfied look, proud that you gave him a good ride. Helplessness looks good on him.
"You didn't come?" he asks, as he pulls out gently and discards the condom. A pouty face from you tells him so. "Poor baby."
Within seconds, he lowers himself, his large hands pulling your hips closer, reaching up to massage your boobs and ass. His mouth is on your pussy, his silky tongue all over, sucking, nibbling, massaging. Your back arches as he brings you to the edge, grasping his hair with one hand. Your moans and gasps grow higher and faster as you completely lose control.
"Give it to me," Tae says against you, moving to your clit, flicking his tongue against it rapidly.
When he presses two fingers inside your wet hole, you lose it, crying out an orgasm. Fully satiated, there's an unfamiliar flooding feeling and when you're able to, you look down at him worried about what just happened.
His chin is actually dripping and the smile on his face has you confused and mortified at the same time.
"What-" you start to question, closing your legs, but he rises up, kneeling over you.
"You squirted, baby girl. And that was the prettiest thing I've ever seen. Open up."
You don't have it in you to question anything. So you do what he says, opening your legs. He grips your thighs, opening you up wider, his thumbs spreading your nether lips, head between your legs again as he laps up every single drop of your juices with his thirsty tongue.
"Babe!"
"Good girl," he murmurs, thumbs still rubbing along the folds.
It gives you chills, literal chills, and you want to applaud him for the whole performance.
~~~~~~~
The next day, you and Tae are walking down the street on your way to celebrate your engagement at your favorite brunch restaurant. Seojun happens to spot you two in his neighborhood.
"Hey, Taehyung!" he greets you both with a wide smile. "Hey, Y/N!"
The engaged couple have polite small talk with the Wooga squad friend. There's an awkward silence among you before Seojun asks, "So...you're a couple again?" You and Tae make googly lovey-dovey eyes at each other and nod. "So...what are you up to today?"
"Oh, you know...this...and that..." you start.
Tae finishes your sentence with a grin. "And the other!"
THE END