What's One More

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"Tae, you here?" You hear him shout 'just a second' from upstairs. You decide to wait on the sofa in the living room. Fidget as you wait, so many emotions crowding in your head. He comes down a few minutes later, his hair damp. He must have just come from the shower. His large boxy smile melts your heart. You should leave, you shouldn't have come.

He sits down next to you on the couch, tucking you in next to him as he searches for something to watch. As you snuggle into him, you keep getting distracted by his scent, the curious combination of pine and chai. You turn towards him and start scenting him slowly, the way that Hoseok scents you. Tae's breath catches in his throat as you nose his scent gland. You stick your tongue out and lick at his skin.

What started out as scenting, escalates to kissing in a very short time. You move to straddle him, so you can get a better angle and so you can feel his warm body against yours. You feel hazy, dizzy and you can't tell if it's from scenting him or something else.

You don't stop, even though a part of you is screaming for you to. You lick into his mouth, tug on his hair and softly moan when he takes your lip between his teeth.

Suddenly, you can smell his arousal mixed in with the pine and chai. You gasp as Taehyung presses you back against the couch and cages you in with his body. His purrs mingle with yours as your tongues dance. You feel one of his hands climb up your shirt, palming your ribs. You pull back to protest,

"Tae," It was supposed to be stern and reprimanding, but it comes out like a breathy gasp, "Don't—" You push at his hand in your shirt. He growls and pins both of your hands above your head. You gasp again as he dives back into the kiss with more passion than before, your fingers intertwining with his and holding on for dear life.

You want him, desperately want him, but not yet, you have to wait. But the more he licks and moans into your mouth, the more you don't seem to care about waiting.

"Tae, Y/N, where are you?" Namjoon's voice is like a splash of cold water to your face. You practically shove Taehyung off you and scuttle to the floor out of his reach. He looks like he might pounce after you, but Namjoon walks in.

Namjoon looks at your messy hair and swollen lips to Taehyung's glare and twitching tail. "Were you guys up to something naughty?" He teases.

"No, nothing like that!" You say at the same time Taehyung says, "Yeah and you ruined it!" You stare open-mouthed at Taehyung who continues to openly glare at Namjoon, his tail flicking like mad.

"No we weren't!" You protest again. He swings his glare to you and you wither a little bit.

"Well, dinner is just about done, why don't you guys come next door?" Namjoon is looking pointedly at Taehyung who is still glaring at you. You can see Namjoon's tail starting to bristle, his protective instincts flaring up.

"We'll be over in a couple of minutes," you say quietly. Namjoon looks from Taehyung to you, and you nod reassuringly. Namjoon hesitates for a moment, he can tell something is off but doesn't want to ask. Namjoon reluctantly leaves. When the back door closes behind Namjoon, Taehyung sits up, rigid, muscles taught like he is about to attack.

You get to your feet quickly, sizing him up, wondering what was going on in his head and what he is so mad about.

"Why Y/N?" It comes out as a snarl, and you feel a snarl building up in your own chest.

"Why what?" He waves at the couch incredulously.

"Why do you start things and then back off? I'm getting tired of it! Like do you care for me or not?" He is angry, but now you can see he's hurt too.

"I do care about you, it's just that—"

"Just what?" He snaps, getting to his feet, "I've known you longer than Jungkook and Hoseok, and you've had sex with both of them, why am I different?" He is shouting now and pokes viciously at his chest when he asks why he's different.