“there’s a thing called roommates,”
genre: fluff with a lil smut
word count: 4.5k
warnings: badboy!tae? fuckboy!tae? idk if you need to be warned, but here’s the warning
a/n: war of hormone taehyung was a blessing.
Kim Taehyung was an ass. A total, complete ass. But you needed a boyfriend, someone to keep your mom off your back when she visited later that afternoon. Every year she comes to visit and sees that you’re single and lonely and you feel her pity every time.
Certainly you could do better than him, but in less than an hour? No, your skills aren’t that good.
Besides, he owed you a favor. A bet a while back led to you blowing him the backseat of your car, and you got him to cum twice. He decided to dedicate himself to paying you back, even if it wasn’t with pleasing you because it was the best head he’d ever received in his life.
Approaching the black sports car he drove so recklessly that you’re surprised he hasn’t died from a car crash, you knocked on the window. He rolled it down, and a barrage of smoke hit you in the face. Scrunching up your nose in disgust, you look into the driver’s seat to see him there with a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.
“What can I do for you gorgeous? Finally decided it was time for me to find out what’s under those skirts you always wear?” He smirked, “Bet there’s nothing there, your ass looks too good.”
Ah, Kim Taehyung. What a breath of fresh air from all of the subtle, less demeaning compliments. Heavy sarcasm here.
“As much as it hurts me to say this, I need you to do me a favor.”
He nods, “Finally ready to let me pay you back?” he reached over, opening the door for you. You stepped in, adjusting your skirt as you got comfortable.
“Okay, so this may be a little bizarre, and may also be way too much to ask and that’s okay if you don’t want to because honestly I’d be very peculiar of anyone–”
“Babe,” he interrupted, “I don’t care what it is, I’ll do it.” you glanced over at him, the cigarette that was previously hanging from his mouth being tossed out of the window.
“Can you pretend to be my boyfriend and live with me for the next week and a half?” you asked quickly, avoiding eye contact as you did.
“What? Why do you need me to do that?”
“Because my mom is coming to visit and she’s really adamant of me having someone and not living in that giant apartment on my own and I just don’t want to feel the shame and pity,”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, “There’s a thing called roommates.”