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Lake with Tae

*DIRTY*

"I never thought we'd be here like this," You say, looking over at him. Taehyung ruffles his hair and collapses on the towel next to you. You sit down on your legs, your favorite dress barely covering your knees. The ground, a tight mixture of rock and grass, feels a bit uncomfortable under your legs for a moment until you adjust your posture.
"I... did. I saw it coming," Taehyung smiles, grabbing your hand. His thumb rubs circular patterns on the back of it as he speaks. "I seriously knew it."

"How could you-"
"Y/N, I'm joking. But I'm glad we're here. Two whole years. I mean, two years since we were here at the lake. It's... crazy."

"I know. The first time I saw you, though, I remember I was terrified that you wouldn't come and help me. You saved my life, sorta."
"Yeah. Saved you from losing that dramatic game of monkey in the middle. You're welcome, in case I never told you that," he smirks, scooting closer to you.

"Right. And the year after that... when Jake tried to get me to go out with him. You set him straight pretty quick."
Taehyung laughs, the sound filling you with easy warmth. "You didn't even have eyes for me then. But I knew you thought Jake was annoying. So that was an easy decision."

"I swear he never went to the bathroom again at camp." You say.
Tae laughs louder. "And that would not be my problem."

You just smile at him warmly and look out over the lake, the trees around the bend looming at the two of you in the night. Lights from the houses on either side of the lakefront shine dimly, and you vaguely see the camp house directly across the lake. The both of you just so happened to be in town and Taehyung insisted on a hunch to stop by the lake. To your surprise, it is still deserted, despite the time of night and houses that are so close to where you two are positioned. A small hint of nostalgia for those days of summer camp comes over you as you look at him.
"You know something?" his voice interrupts your daydreaming.

"What?"
"I've never admitted this before... but that first year at camp... you really, really intimidated me."

You laugh loudly and pat his wrist, your eyes threatening to roll back dramatically. "I... what? Intimidated you? How?"
"You were always so hard to get. It's not like you were playing... not that at all, it's just... you had this hold on me. And any other boy, really. If you didn't like them, they knew it fast."

"That's called being honest," You counter, wagging a finger at him.
"No. I call that being a challenge... well, for most of them. Hard to get, really. But for me, you were intimidating."

"What made you so different from the other guys?"
"I don't know. You tell me. I have you now... so it looks like I win." He flashes his boxy smile at you and moves even closer, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. The heat of such a small act threatens to get to you, but you shove it away and look at him longingly.

"That's true," You say. "But I can't believe I used to seem like that to you."
"You did. What about me? What was camp like for you when I was around?"

You don't know exactly why he's asking so many questions; you assume it is because you both are so close to your two year anniversary. But the lake has always held special memories for you two, because you both used to sit in this same spot and share feelings all those years ago. And it wasn't just feelings about each other – sometimes feelings about family, friends, school... anything. And now that you two are together, the memories are easily overtaking us.
"Um... I was confused, actually."

He surprises you by laughing. "I confused you... you intimidated me. We were meant to be."
You giggle. "No... I mean, like you said, guys would come after me all the time, especially at camp. And I would always... I mean always... be so turned off by that. I didn't want a guy that tried so hard, you know? I guess I really was hard to get. But then... there you were, being my friend. You weren't overly forward with me, but you went out of your way to be there for me. And then... I guess one day I realized I loved you."

You don't realize it until you say it, but you haven't been looking at him while confessing these feelings. The minute the last few words are out of your mouth, you turn your face to look at him. He is grinning widely, the moon's reflection on the lake shining in his face. "I love you too." he says, leaning forward slowly. His lips meet yours, and only for a second, before you pull away and stand up quickly, taking off for the water.
You kick your shoes back at him and hear him growl playfully as he follows. Your legs crash into the water only a split second before his, and suddenly his arms are around you, grabbing your waist and spinning you in a full circle. Your dress becomes soaked and you squeal even more, the cold water making you shiver. "You ran away," he states simply, his breath close to your ear.
His cold, wet arms are still around your waist, and he stops you from moving for a moment as you both stand there. The light on the water cascades across, landing effortlessly on his arms and your soaked dress. "Oh, you know," You joke. "Just playin hard to get."
His breathy laugh makes you jump, and then he spins you around to face him. "I thought I already had you."

You hug him, pulling your face next to his chest, his thrumming heart making you warm again. "You do," You pull back from his chest and bring your lips to his, your heart swelling. He pulls his large hands to rest on both sides of your face, the water running down your cheeks. When he pulls back, you both smile at each other, only beginning to guess what's coming next.
"Good," he winks.

He grabs your hand quickly and leads you back to your little towel, the light from the moon dimming further as you both move away from the lake. You kneel quickly, your thoughts already running wild. The chill of your wet clothes ironically fills you with strange heat, probably because Taehyung is by your side and moving towards you so graciously. Your lips meet again and you turn your body to face him, slowing letting him lay you down on the towel.
You fumble for the buttons on his shirt, your hands shaking. "Cold?" he asks when he breaks away for a moment.

"Something like that," You mumble, finally letting him pull his shirt off and tossing it behind him. He presses closer to you, your hands slowly running over his chest, and over his toned abdomen. He reaches down to pull on the bottom of your dress, pulling it up above your back, inviting you to take it off.
You sit up, still kissing him, and manage to pull the dress over your head, revealing your favorite bra and underwear. His eyes widen a bit and he smiles, crashing his lips back to yours. "Do you really want to?" he asks, pressing his legs against yours, the warmth there growing. Your cold body doesn't seem cold anymore, the heat of his kiss bringing your body temperature up. He has already kicked off his shoes somehow, and his feet press against your shins, sending strange shivers through you once again.

"Yes," You say softly, your hands finding his chest again to hold him. He suddenly reaches behind your back and you gasp, his cold hands quickly unclasping your bra and pulling it away from your body. The summer air is warm, but nothing compared to the heat you feel the moment he touches you.
His hands slowly run across your chest, leaving trails of heat in their wake. You stop kissing him for a moment to collect yourself, the feeling in between your legs growing. His thumbs gently rub your nipples and you gasp in pleasure, your back moving off the ground slowly and your legs beginning to shake. He keeps rubbing once he understands what it does to you, and slowly begins to kiss you again, moving his hips closer to yours. The heat intensifies and you smile within the kiss, knowing that he has never been this way with you before, so gentle, yet so erotic at the same time.

You unbutton his jeans and laugh as he attempts to kick them off, his hands leaving you for a moment to shimmy out of them. And then the warmth grows again, as if it ever could. His hands move back to your chest, all across you, everywhere. He is all you see.
He is all you see.

It has been that way for a long time, though you are just now realizing it with his gentle caresses. "Now," You say, your mind slinging in all different directions.
He nods, and your eyes never leave him as he slides his boxers off, the sight of him driving you wild. He moves back to you, his hands at your breasts again, the light of the moon glimmering on his bare skin. You feel him pull your panties off, the air sending your legs into their vicious shake again, but you're beyond ready for him. He finally pull himself over you and moves in, the heat wave climbing again as he moves.

The pain of his entrance almost overcomes you, but you don't let that show in the slightest. His hands grip your arms as he pushes, and your hands instinctively grasp his lower back, your breathing rising. You try to catch a breath as he grows faster, his breathing matching yours. The unity of this moment is so surreal – that the both of your bodies are so in tuned to each other that even your breaths and sounds are the same. Out again, the heat leaving slightly, then back in. His hands grip your arms harder, the slight pain there only making your breathing slightly more difficult. Faster and faster he pushes, each time your breathing rising to match the other's. Soon, you begin to wonder how much longer he can take the exertion, but you smile and kiss him again, spreading your legs further to allow him.
"Y/N," he breathes quietly. You think he is trying to get your attention, but he only smiles in bliss. He says your name again, still quiet, but loud enough that you know he wants you. You try to mimic him, breathing his name when you feel the heat is the strongest. You watch him come undone, your eyes never leaving his as he pushes more. The struggle, no matter how real, turns you on, and you continuously press your hands on his lower back, squeezing each time he moves in.

Finally, luxuriously, he pulls away and lies back on the towel, the strength gone from him. His breathing begins to slow, the light shines on his sweaty skin, and yet his eyes still hold yours, the 'I love you,' clearly on his lips. "I love you, too, Tae," You say, meaning it with all your being.

WRITTEN BY: @rhondalyn on Wattpad

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