you're mine | taekook ff

part 2

Taehyung's pov
"Jack" I yell. I run into his arm and he catches me as I wrap my legs around his waist. I hear him grunt a bit, but I ignore it as he hugs me back.

"Hey, baby." Unwrapping my legs, he places me down on my feet and I slightly look down at him.

"You didn't tell me you were coming." I say.

"That wouldn't be much of a surprise, now would it?"

"More or less. You bleached your dreads." I reach and play with the ends of his dreads, not really liking the look on him.

"Yeah, I did it yesterday before I flew out. I wished the dude had let it sit on it longer, though. Nigga, kind of fucked it up."

"Hey, jack" jin says some from behind me, waving.

"What's up hyung."

I take his hand before I start dragging
him up the stairs, happy that my parents are distracted. Looking back at him, he smiles at me. Inside of my room, I close the door and he slams me against it.

Grabbing the back of my neck, he sort of pulls me down and kisses me. Grabbing onto his waist, he turns me around and starts walking me backwards towards the bed. Pulling back from him, I take off my trench coat and sweater, throwing them on the chair across the room.

Laying down on the bed, I watch as he takes his shirt off. I notice how he looks slimmer like he has been working out, his stomach close to being abs. Looking down at my stomach, I wished I had a shirt to put on. Left in his jeans, he climbs on the bed and gets in between my legs. He leans down to kiss me and I enjoy the feel of his soft skin against my hands. Reaching down, he pulls back and pulls my tights down my thighs. Reaching forward, I unbutton his jeans and pull them down along with his boxers. He pulls my panties down my thick thighs, throwing them on the floor along with his pants.

Leaning down to kiss me, I moan into his mouth as his fingers go and play in between my ass cheeks. Moving his hand and grabbing my waist, he slides inside and I hum as he grunts. He buries his head in the crook of my neck as he thrust inside of me. I wrap my legs around his waist to try and get him to go deeper, but it doesn't really make much of a difference.

He leans back and press kisses along my neck. His hand plays with my dick as he fucks me and it helps a bit, making me moan into his mouth. "More." I moan when I pull back from him. Getting on his knees, he grabs onto my love handles and starts thrusting into me faster. My back arches at the feel of it, wanting more to get to the edge. He starts grunting, a moan slipping, and that tells me he's close. he throws his head back. Pulling out of me, he comes on my stomach and I close my eyes.

He pants, coming down from his high. A few seconds later he gets off the bed and I hear my door open and close. My hands in fists, I bang them against the bed. "Fuck." I whisper in case he could end up hearing me. My door opens again and he's in jeans, holding a washcloth in his hand. I smile up at him as he comes and cleans me. "Thank you." I say. He nods his head before he gets up and grabs a t-shirt and pajama pants out of my dresser, passing them to me. I hurry and put them on, not wanting to be naked in front of him anymore nor am I anywhere close to being in the mood.

"You've gained weight." His back is to me as he scrolls on Netflix to find something to watch. Tugging the pants on, I grab the covers and pull it up to my chin as I sigh.

"Yeah, I know." I say. "Stress eating." Accounting classes aren't for the weak. Then, to make matters worse, my professor is very hard on us. Says it'll all be worth it in the future and in some masochist way I agree. For fun, he gave us two exams to end the semester and the amount of stress studying gave me made me take it out on eating a lot of junk food. It wasn't the best idea, of course. In my case, it was worse. If I sniff something sweet, I'll gain two pounds. Most of the weight gain went to my stomach before it attacked my thighs, not missing my ass in the process.

I wasn't the biggest in my opinion. Most days I didn't care. On the days I did, though, it doesn't help to have a boyfriend who brings it up like it's a problem.

"I can make a workout plan for you." Yeah, because clearly you know more about it than me. Not hearing an answer from me, he looks back at me and I smile, nodding my head. "Is this okay?" He points at the TV, some new anime series that came out on the screen. I nod my head and he gets into the bed, pressing play.

We didn't talk as all his attention was on the show playing. It is interesting and the main male character has ash brown hair and we all know that makes any guy ten times more attractive so that catches my attention. Regardless, I can't escape my mind and his words repeat in my head. In the process, I start growing angry because I hate caring so much about this when on most days it doesn't cross my mind as much.

When an hour passes, I am glad he pauses the show and says he has to go. Waiting on him to put on the rest of his clothes, I walk him to the door. My parents come and say bye to him and we both give each other a kiss on the cheek before he leaves. "I don't know if I told you yet, but your dad's friend is coming over for dinner tonight so dress nice." My mom says, standing in the doorway of the living.

"Fancy nice or casual nice?" I ask. I hope she isn't going to say fancy, because I don't understand having to dress like that in my own home for a simple dinner.

"Casual, sweetheart. Eight o'clock." I nod my head and head up the stairs. In my room, I set an alarm for seven so I'll get ready on time. Grabbing one of the books I brought with me from college, I got into my bed and read the last few chapters.

Only three chapters into the new book I bought, I ended up falling asleep and I didn't wake up again until my alarm went off.

My lights and TV are off and it's almost completely dark outside, so I don't have much light coming in from the window. Getting up, I turn on the lamp in the corner of my room so that way it's not too bright for me. First, I go and brush my teeth and style my hair feeling like doing too much. Back in my room, I threw on a white turtleneck, green wide plaid shirt on top with black jeans. I check and make sure my hair is good, put on some jewelry and spray on some perfume before I walk down the stairs.

My stomach growls at the smell of the food. Walking into the kitchen, jin hyung is already there setting the table. Looking up from the crockpot, my mom glances over my outfit and tilts her head with a look.

"What?" I ask. "You said casual."

"I didn't say anything." She throws her hands up in surrender. As she's walking over to the table, the doorbell rings. "Tae, go and get that."

Nodding my head, I walk towards the door. Sighing, I roll my eyes. Opening the door, I'm stunned. My eyes widen as I look up at him the same way I did at the bookstore.

"You?"