⁞ '✎ A reader insert story that portrays BTS members as classic love tropes in fanfiction writing.
: ̗̀➛ Namjoon as "best friends to lovers" / "college sweetheart" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Seokjin as "billionaire" / "secret identity" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Yoo...
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Eight months later...
"Shit..." You moan out, grasping onto Tae's shoulder for support as he continues to deliver measured strokes to your shaking form.
It was reckless to sneak away from Mi-so's bachelorette party with Tae, but much like a hormonal teenager, you couldn't control the overwhelming desire that washed over you when you saw him wearing a button up and his hair gelled back. The attraction was magnetic.
"Shhh, baby. You're gonna get us caught." He hisses out, his grip on your right thigh tightens, pulling it up further to give him a better angle.
The two of you were currently back at Mi-so's parent's lake house, stowed away in the corner room of the first floor. The bridal party was using the place as a spa get-away, but it didn't take long for the guys to show up as well. Mi-so didn't mind it, of course. She actually enjoyed that everyone could spend the weekend together.
Tae's hand covers your mouth as he delivers another sharp thrust, one that nearly causes you to whimper out a thread of obscenities. You send a silent prayer to the sky as you hear the music outside grow louder, helping to drown out the noise you and Tae were making. Despite your efforts of trying to remain quiet, sex is hardly a silent endeavor.
"Fuck, you feel amazing." Tae groans out in a low, strained voice, his lips near your ear. His voice elicits a wave of goosebumps to emerge on your skin.
"Shit, right there!" You moan into his hand, your voice muffled as Tae thrusts upward.
You instinctively toss your head back, nearly slamming into the wall that's supporting you. You nails dig into the fabric of his shirt, grasping onto it as if it were anchoring you to the current moment.
Tae trails his lips down your jawline, slowly making his way down the length of your neck. You gasp from the way his teeth nips along your sensitive skin. Using his free hand, Tae circles his thumb over your pulsing center, sending a pleasurable shock down your spine that has your eyes rolling back.
You clench around Tae's length, eliciting a sharp hiss to fall past his lips as he tries to quicken his pace. You knew if the two of you took too long that the others would suspect something. Neither of you necessarily cared, but it was probably best to not get caught.
"You close?" Tae huffs out, delivering another deliberate stroke into you.
You gasp from the way it hits deep into the center of your pleasure. "Shit..." You breathe out before saying, "Close...so close."
Tae smirks against your skin as he slows his pace, focusing on keeping his rhythm steady and deliberate. Each thrust targeting that one spot that edges you closer to completion, and fuck was it dizzying.
Shitshitshit! You think to yourself as your core clenches again.
"Squeeze any tighter and you might dismember me." Tae breathes out in a strained tone.
