hickey / taehyung
warnings: hickey, kissing, making out…
note: sorry for mistakes
‘‘but please taehyung, it’s nothing like that it’s just a stupid hickey’‘ you whined to your best friend of 5 years, pulling at his sleeve, as he scrambled through your fridge hoping to find something to cool himself off in this hot weather.
‘‘no i won’t do it it’s weird y/n…’‘ he stammered back, grabbing a bottle of cola and an extra one for you. he closes the fridge and shoves the cola in your hands but you grab it and set it down on the counter, walking towards him and pulling his waist closer to yours.
‘‘gosh tae c’mon pretty please! i’ll return the favor i promise!’‘ he stops in his tracks turns around and you look him up with your doggy eyes.
‘‘not with those eyes pleaseeeeee…’‘ he huffed before grabbing your forearm and leading you to the couch in the living room. he sat you down and throws the cola on the coffee table, before hovering his legs over your waist.
‘‘w-what are you doing?’‘ you suddenly ask but he rolls his eyes as his hands travel to your neck. with one hand he moved your hair away, while the other one rested comfortably on your shoulder.
‘‘j-just stretch out your neck a bit’‘ he commands and you do as he says
within seconds you felt taehyung’s hot breath on your skin and moments later his lips finally met your skin. he first pressed a couple of them on the same spot before moving on the other side.