Rule Breakers. (m)

rule breakers. (m)

↳ based on the prompt, “best friend’s sibling au” → drabbles

pairing: kim taehyung | reader genre: fluff, light smut warnings: light voyeurism word count: 20,453 description: there’s some unresolved history involving your best friend’s brother… but hey, maybe some rules are meant to be broken. author’s note: i get inspired by the oddest little tidbits, and i swear the word count was supposed to be half the amount you see up there. also, say hello to the longest one-shot i’ve done so far.

You have one of the greatest fortunes to be acquainted with the Kims in your first year of primary education, and perhaps it’s what has led you to one of your greatest downfalls (but we’ll get into that later on).

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Phantom

x Kim Taehyung

ANGST/smut | 10.5K | m.list | AO3 ver.

A/N: Based on Singularity, the lyrics, mv aesthetic and choreography.

AU: He was always there… in your dreams, in your pointless doodles… everywhere, was he protecting you? haunting you? or simply watching you? Day after day, night after night, his presence always lingering until one day, the one day that changed your life forever… The day you finally meet the phantom in your dreams and fell in love with him. 

But who… or what… is he and what is he hiding?

Smut features (in no specific order): This fic contains multiple smut parts. 

Sub!Dom!Top!Bottom!Tae, vanilla, passionate, rough(!), punishing, choking(giving), biting, grabbing/touchy, fingering, oral, jerking off, teasing, getting caught, creampie/mention of cum/breeding(ish), DIRTY TALK, possessiveness, begging, name calling (”baby”), bruising, after care, use of ribbons, and more…

Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic.  Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content. 

This fic is a: dark angst with explicit sexual content. 

! Warning: This fic touches the topic of death, involves death and drowning. It is in no way intended to glamorize death/dying/drowning, if you’re sensitive towards this topic, please re-consider if you should read this fic.

Have you ever had one of those dreams where it has felt like you’re falling and you’ve woken up with a jump? Dreams so realistic you can’t tell if they’re memories?

He was always there.

No matter the dream, he was always there… watching you, protecting you, haunting you.

You would find yourself pointlessly doodling, starting with a flower and always ending up drawing him, your notes were full of his slender shadow.

He was a stranger, yet familiar.

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exchanges (m)

Summary: In which Jeon Jungkook is that friendly neighborhood superhero, you’re the face in the hallway that saved his high school career, and he can’t ever seem to get a grip around you. Even when he makes you scream after a fated accident—not for the reason you may be thinking; get the thought out of your head!  Pairing: Jungkook | Reader  Genre: Fluff/Smut; Spiderman AU  Word Count: 14,838 Author’s Note: Honestly though, it was only a matter of time before I got around to writing a story like this. I am obsessed with Spiderman, so this might just be the foundational guideline for many future Jungkook Spiderman AU drabbles to come in the future. 

The story was also heavily inspired by this photo that made me cry for seven days and seven nights. +photo credit !!!!!!!

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(the present)

If Jeon Jungkook is against anything in his life, it’s one’s ability to exaggerate certain situations or problems to make those things seem much bigger than they probably were. Well, actually, take that back. It’s not that he’s against it per say, it’s just that his peer’s daily struggles of pop quizzes and missing the morning bus aren’t exactly headliner news—especially in comparison to what he has to go through.

Jeon Jungkook is against exaggeration, probably because he can’t get away with it himself. It’s not that he doesn’t like to exchange his fair share of embellished stories or fabricated events weaved into true experiences, it’s that he can’t afford to do so. Sharing stories of his nightly routines and dashing superhero adventures may seem great, but only if he could manage the burden of a personal life and a masked life intertwining.

As an 18-year-old boy, he can probably say it’s safe to assume that he cannot. Manage the overwhelming, opposite pressure both of his lives take him, that is. It’s difficult enough being a college freshman, a tiny fish in an ocean of whales and sharks, but throw in his late night Spiderman facade would be too much of a tale to share with other people and peers who probably ask too many questions and know too much about him. He’s never liked the exposure that comes with being in the spotlight, and he can’t hide behind his mask if people knew who he was.

Oh. Right. Speaking of his Spiderman facade, that’s who is he. Haven’t heard of him? You know, the dashing hero of Seoul, red and blue spandex attire with a web shooter, fine tuned senses and amazingly quick reflexes? The boy who swings around the city, volunteering for trouble and always coming out right on top? The boy who constantly maintains that casual, slightly amused tone throughout a majority of his rescues?

Yeah, well, that’s Jungkook.

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Amour Fou || Kim Taehyung (m)

“Are you going to keep trying to flatter me, or are you going to draw me?”

“As you wish, mademoiselle.”

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pairing: artist!taehyung x female reader

word count: 6k

genre: smut, fluff, romance

warnings: explicit sexual content and a very corny Titanic reference

a/n: this can be read as part 21 of Collide or as a stand alone! If you don’t like smut, turn back now lmao

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“I’ll be right there…”

The words of Taehyung’s last message hung heavy in the air with the weight of their promise. You squinted in the dim light of the hotel room, reading over the last few lines of your conversation, trying to process what exactly had just happened. Your head was still spinning from Taehyung’s admission that out of everything in Paris, nothing else inspired him quite like you. Not only that, he’d even gone so far as to call you breathtaking. You? Breathtaking? You’d re-read the message again and again, not quite sure that you could trust what your eyes were seeing. No one had ever said anything like that to you before. But you supposed that was because there had never been anyone else quite like him.

It hadn’t occurred to you that you could possibly mean as much to him as he had come to mean to you, and yet you found yourself wanting to believe his words. It felt almost like a hazy dream, and you half-expected to wake up back in your Seoul apartment. But then again, being in Paris with Taehyung at all had felt like a dream. Never in your wildest fantasies had you ever imagined you’d meet someone like him, or that he would become so important to you so suddenly, and yet, in such a short time, he was exactly that. Beyond that, he was everything.

Which was why when he’d mentioned he wanted to draw you, you found yourself offering up your body before you even thought twice. It wasn’t, of course, until after you’d sent the text that you realized the full implications of what that meant. Taehyung was going to draw you… all of you. You would be naked in front of him, so completely vulnerable, almost in the same way he’d allowed himself to be with you, but in a whole different sense of the word.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the balcony door as Taehyung quietly entered your room, his dark stare locking onto yours from the moment you came into sight. He looked almost surprised to find you still there, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real, and if he looked away for even a moment, you were liable to disappear. Slowly, you climbed up from the bed where you’d been sitting and made your way over to him, stopping just less than a foot from where he stood. You were fresh from the shower, dressed only in a thin, white linen bathrobe, and you self-consciously wrapped the material tighter against your body, hyper-aware of how nearly exposed you were before him. Realizing this as well, Taehyung’s eyes began to trail down your scarcely-clad body, as if by their own accord, until he suddenly paled, seeming to realize what he was doing and he snapped his gaze back up to meet yours, an unmistakable blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Y/N, I—“ he began to mumble, trying to find something, anything to say to you, after what the two of you had just agreed to over text message in the heat of the moment. “We really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I don’t know what I was thinking bringing it up, I’ll just go back to my—“

“Do you still want to?” you asked him, cutting him off before he could ramble any further. It was strange, you thought, to see cool and collected Taehyung nervously fumbling for words—typically that was your prerogative—and you were in no way any calmer about this than he was, but you willed your voice not to reveal it. Your hands were sweating and your pulse drummed rapidly in your ears, but you steeled yourself and clenched your fists to keep them from shaking. “Draw me, I mean?” you clarified, quietly, looking up to meet his unyielding gaze.

He swallowed hard, staring back at you, his deep russet eyes boring into yours so intensely that you almost feared they might melt you. He was so close to you, close enough that you could feel his hot unsteady breath fanning over your cheeks, and yet somehow you felt like he wasn’t close enough. You wanted him closer, needed him closer. You wished you could tell him just how much you wanted to feel him, but you couldn’t say the words out loud for fear of saying something that shouldn’t have been said. The line that had been laid out between you, separating friendship from something more, now had been irreparably blurred by this proposal, and the two of you stood on either side of the precipice, both far too afraid of crossing it to even dare make a move.

“Yes.” Taehyung said at last, his voice strong and unwavering as he seemed to finally find his nerve. If his eyes hadn’t melted you before, they certainly could now that they burned so intensely with the determination of his words. “I do—I really do—if it’s okay with you,” he admitted, a bit softer, his vibrant amber irises carefully searching your face for a concrete sign of approval before he went any further.

He had to make sure that you were just as up for this as he was; the last thing he wanted was to hurt you, or scare you off, by pushing you into something outside of your comfort zone. He cared about you, more than he had ever cared about anyone—more than he ever thought he could care about anyone. He wanted more than anything to just reach out and touch you, to hold you in his arms and lose himself in you until he couldn’t separate who he was before you from who was after you. But he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way he did; if you felt the spark each time your hand brushed his, or sensed the weight behind each of his lingering gazes, or if you longed to be with him the way he longed to be with you.

“Well, okay then,” you nodded, swallowing down your inhibitions. Your head was screaming to stop this now before it was too late, to turn back and retreat into the safety of the known, but your heart refused to listen. You wanted to do this, regardless of the consequences, or implications it held for your relationship. “Draw me like one of your French girls, Taehyungie,” you said, cracking a goofy smile to cut the thick tension in the room. You couldn’t resist the corny Titanic reference. After all, it was hard to ignore the striking parallels of this moment to the iconic, intimate film scene.

“Gladly.” He grinned back at you, with a smile that sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy, seeming more at ease now that you were back to making the terrible jokes he’d become so fond of.

He had decided he wanted to draw you with your back to the night skyline. Flying around the room in a haste, chasing the artistic vision he saw so clearly in his head, you’d watched on, curiously, as he’d pulled a small, embroidered sofa over to rest beneath the window, moving it back and forth a few times before he seemed satisfied with its location. The bright, twinkling lights of the city streamed in through the glass panes, casting an ambient glow onto the spot he’d chosen and you began to understand the method to his madness.

“I want you right here,” he explained, patting the plush pillows of the sofa with his hand, his back to you as he surveyed his carefully thought-out arrangement one final time.

He turned around to look at you once again, his full attention now focused solely on you, and you took a moment to look at the man in front of you—to really look at him. Sketchbook in hand as he stared back at you with the soft gaze he always seemed to be looking at you with, his shaggy, raven hair hung loosely over his forehead; not necessarily unkempt, but wild and free-flowing in a way that made you want to reach out and ruffle it.

“Y/N?” he called, drawing you back to the present, his dark, defined brows knitting together. He stepped closer to you, close enough that you could smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne, and scanned over your face for some sign of what might be occupying your thoughts. “Are you all right? You’re not having second thoughts, are you?” he questioned, his beautiful features contorting into a slight frown. He looked legitimately concerned, as if he feared he’d done something to upset you, and you then realized how your lack of response must have seemed to him.

“Oh no, I’m fine!” you rushed out, feeling slightly guilty for zoning out for so long when you saw how much you’d worried him. “Just a bit nervous, I guess.” You shrugged your shoulders, offering him a soft smile before you dropped your gaze from his and began to fiddle with the ties on your robe. It was the truth; in all honesty, you were terrified.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he said, reaching out with a gentle hand to draw your chin up to meet his eyes once again. His touch left a trail of warmth across your cheek and you had to stop yourself from leaning into it, despite how much you yearned to. “There’s no need to be nervous—It’s just us here.” He stared deeply into your eyes, his soft hand still cupping your cheek, while his thumb traced the cut of your jawline. “Do you trust me?” he asked, sincerely, his voice sweet like honey.

“Of course,” you blurted out without even having to think about it. Cursing yourself for how naively eager you probably sounded with your lack of hesitation, you fought back the blush that was creeping up on your cheeks.

“Good.” Taehyung beamed at you, your instant willingness to put your faith in him having quite the opposite effect. “Then don’t be scared, okay?” he reassured you, giving your cheek a light squeeze before finally pulling his hand away.

“Okay.” You nodded, no longer able to resist that smile that was slowly making its way across your lips. “Could you just—could you help me with this? I think it’s stuck.” Laughing hopelessly, you fumbled with the ties of your robe that you must have absentmindedly double, maybe even triple-knotted, out of nervousness.

“Come here,” He softly chuckled, the sound like a mesmerizing rhapsody to your ears, his familiar boxy smile spreading across his pink lips as he reached out and took the lengths of fabric into his hands, pulling your body all the more closer to him along with them.

In a few skillful twists of his fingers, he had undone the knot, and the thin material of your robe hung loosely off your frame, held shut only by your hands. You smiled and mumbled a ‘thank you’ as you stepped past Taehyung, towards the sofa, and came to a stop just in front of it. You didn’t dare look, but you felt the heavy weight of his unwavering gaze fixed on you, unable to tear his eyes away, as you slipped the soft garment off past your shoulders and let it fall to the floor, leaving you completely and utterly naked.

Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you. He’d drawn nude models before, sure, but something about this was different to him. You were different to him. The sight of you was absolutely ethereal. You were without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and it was all he could do not to abandon his sketchbook right there and trace the outlines of your smooth skin with his own hands. Torturously, he wondered to himself how it might feel to touch you; how soft you would feel beneath his fingers.

“What now?” you asked, shifting your weight somewhat awkwardly as you waited for further direction from the suddenly speechless man across the room.

“Oh, right.” Snapping out of his trance, he quickly cleared his throat, pulling over a simple armchair for himself to sit in and positioning it opposite the sofa before taking a seat. “Lay back on your side, facing me,” he instructed, flipping open his sketchbook to a fresh page, and retrieving the charcoal pencil he’d tucked away in his pocket.

“Like this?” you questioned, settling yourself back onto the velvety cushions beneath you. You brought your arm to rest up behind your head, and tried your best to pose in a way that felt natural, despite how awkward you felt. You looked to Taehyung for approval, garnering his attention away from the pencil he’d set about sharpening.

“Yeah, just like that.” He looked up and smiled to himself at the sight of you. Awestruck, he questioned how in the world he ended up here, with you laid out in front of him, looking so gorgeous for his eyes only. He knew he shouldn’t have been having the thoughts he was having, but he was so helplessly smitten with you that he didn’t know what to do with himself. He hadn’t even realized he’d been staring at you so long until you spoke again.

“What? Do I look weird or something?” you asked, figuring you must have looked ridiculous for him to be looking at you so dumbstruck. “Oh god, is this about my big head?” you groaned, your hands flying up to cover your face out of embarrassment.

“No, no! You look fine!” he hurriedly assured you, gesturing frantically with his hands. “Better than fine. You’re… perfect.” His tone was serious again, so sincere that it sent a chill through your body, raising goosebumps across your exposed skin. You simultaneously hated and loved that he could affect you so much with just his words, and you hoped he didn’t notice you flushing at his compliment.

“Are you going to keep trying to flatter me, or are you going to draw me?” you prodded him, changing the subject to hide your own embarrassment.

He let out a low chuckle and brushed the pencil shavings off of the sketchbook resting in his lap. “As you wish, mademoiselle.” He bowed with a flourish and began to sketch.

You weren’t sure how long you laid there, trying to slow your breathing and stay as still as you could, so as to not make it difficult for Taehyung to draw you properly. It could have been just a few minutes or even as long as hours, but time didn’t seem to matter to you as you watched Taehyung work. Brow furrowed, eyes slightly squinted in concentration, his eyes flicked from you, to his sketch, and back again. His hands moved so instinctually, as if they were simply the messengers, bringing to fruition the visage of you in his head. You’d watched him paint before and you’d always found it so completely enrapturing to see him in this creative state, so absolutely in his element. He looked beautiful, you thought, and you wished you could smooth with your fingers the deep lines of focus that formed across his handsome face.

You still had yet to admit it out loud, but you had realized not long ago that you had fallen in love with him. Not on purpose, and not all at once, but slowly, day by day. You fell in love with the way he opened his heart to you like he never had with anyone else, with the way he slowly let you into his world after spending so long trying to keep everyone out, and with the way he dropped all his defenses and showed you what it meant to trust someone so completely. You often thought back to the seemingly emotionless, closed-off artist you’d spoken to that first time, the one who had hardened his heart for fear that anyone should see him vulnerable, and you wondered when exactly he had changed into the endlessly caring, kind-hearted man you’d grown to love. Although, deep down, you supposed you’d known all along that he was always that person underneath.

“How’s it coming?” you asked, curious of the progress on the drawing you were unable to see from your position. You were sure it was brilliant,—everything Taehyung created was brilliant—but this was you he was drawing, and you were undoubtedly anxious to see how Taehyung truly saw you.

“Nearly finished,” he replied, holding up one finger to stall you while his other hand continued to make adjustments to his masterpiece. The more time you’d spent with him, the more you’d come to realize that Taehyung had a number of quirks, most of which you found adorable, but they also included his tendency to be bit of a perfectionist when it came to his art. “All right.” he said finally after a few more minutes had passed, his hands now ceasing their skillful movements. “Do you want to see?” he asked, a glimmer of excitement in his eye as the corner of his mouth turned up into a crooked grin.

You smiled back at him and nodded. Picking up your robe off the floor, you pulled it back on and wrapped it around your body as Taehyung came to sit next to you on the couch. He settled in beside you, placing the sketchbook into your lap and watching you with nervous eyes while he waited for you to say something. He had never been this nervous about showing anyone his art before, but you were important to him. Special.

“Hmm…” you squinted down at the charcoal scene on the page, taking in the sight of the finished drawing. The version of you he had brought to life was gorgeous; so absolutely captivating and stunning that you almost doubted it was of you. You were truly awestruck, lost for words. But, being yourself, you couldn’t resist the opportunity to make him sweat. “I see you gave me a smaller nose. Damn, I guess I know how you really feel now.” You clicked your tongue, shaking your head in false disapproval at the drawing he’s presented before you.

“What? No I didn’t!” Taehyung exclaimed, seeming almost insulted as he snatched the sketch back from your hands to get a closer look at what you were talking about.

“Um, you definitely did—see?” you pointed to the offending body part on the charcoal version of yourself before flicking your finger up to point out the way it looked in real life, which quite honestly was the same, but you weren’t going to tell him that. “Must be one of your other naked friend’s noses.” You shrugged, turning your nose up out of feigned offense.

“I still don’t see it, but if it’s true then all I have to say is that art is all about interpretation and that is my interpretation of your nose,” he fired back, jokingly defensive, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.

“Touché,” you ceded, holding your hands up in defeat. After a moment, you dropped them back down to your side and looked back at the impressive artwork in your lap. “But seriously Taehyung it’s… it’s beautiful, really.” You were serious this time. You never thought that anyone would ever want to draw you, let alone so breathtakingly, and it made you feel undeniably giddy that Taehyung saw you in such a way.

“Because it’s you,” he murmured, softly, not a trace of doubt in his voice. You knew by his tone that he wasn’t joking anymore but the truth of that scared you. Accepting that he wasn’t joking made this real and you didn’t know how to handle that.

“Stop messing around,” you waved him off, trying to chalk up the compliment to just Taehyung being sweet to you as he always was. He couldn’t be serious. You couldn’t believe that he was serious.

“I’m not joking, Y/N. You are stunning,” he insisted, his resolve unwavering as stared at you, mesmerized. The way he was looking at you was so admiringly, so fondly, that you almost wanted to curl up and and hide from sudden shyness, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from him. “Your eyes,” he commented, reaching out to press his thumb to the corner of your lash line, and pausing there for a moment, before tracing a path down to your cheek, “the way the light hits your face,” he smiled to himself at the sight, and his thumb dared to slip lower, brushing the corner of your mouth “your lips…” he softly trailed off, his voice faltering.

In one swift motion, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a breathtaking kiss, taking you completely by surprise. Your eyes, which had widened drastically with the shock of his rash actions, fluttered shut as you gave yourself over to the enrapturing feeling of his lips on yours. The kiss was slow and gentle, but dripping with intensity, his mouth desperately searching for yours as if he were trying to communicate to you all of the things he’d been dying to tell you but couldn’t seem to say out loud. His hands came up to tangle in your hair, holding you right where you were, and you leaned into him, letting yourself finally feel everything you’d been holding in as you kissed Taehyung back, all of your other senses fading out until you couldn’t feel anything else but him.

But all too soon he broke the kiss, leaving your lips burning, as he pulled away to look into your eyes. Both of you were panting, speechless, your mouths lingering just centimeters apart as Taehyung brought his forehead to rest against yours.

“We shouldn’t…” he breathed, trying to organize his hazy thoughts after the intimate moment you’d just shared. He hadn’t meant to kiss you like that, but seeing you so close, so beautiful, was more than he could bear, and it was taking everything in him not to lean forward and connect your lips once again. “I should go. It’s late,” he whispered, regretfully, leaving you suddenly cold as he separated himself from you and rose from the couch, turning to leave. As reluctant as he was to tear himself away from you, he knew all too well the implications of what might happen if he didn’t, and the last thing he wanted to do was to overstep your boundaries in a way you would regret.

“Stay,” you pleaded, reaching out and taking his large hand in your much smaller one to stop him. You knew that he was right, you knew that you could both be making a mistake that would change you both in a way you could never take back, but you couldn’t let him walk way. Not now. Not when you were so close to something so real.

He sighed and let his eyes fall shut, leaning into your touch that he craved so badly. “I want that more than anything, Y/N, ” he said, turning around to meet your eyes once more, “but if I don’t leave now, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.” The way his eyes darkened told you he was serious about what he said, and you believed him, but words could no longer change your mind.

You stood up from the sofa and met him where he stood, reaching your hand up to force him to look down at you. “Then don’t stop,” you said, simply, holding his smouldering gaze.

“Are you sure?” he questioned, licking his lips as he searched your face. As wrong as it might have been, he wanted this as badly as you did, and when you looked at him like that, he knew couldn’t fight it any longer. So he had to ask one last time. This was your last chance to say no. To stop this before it became something so much more, something beyond what either you were prepared for. But you had already made up your mind.

“Kiss me, you fool.”

He grinned. Your words were all he needed to lean forward and close the space between you two once again, his lips crashing so recklessly, so greedily, onto yours that if his arms hadn’t wrapped themselves so tightly around you, you might have stumbled backward. Taehyung’s kisses were everything that he was; intense, passionate, and serious, but somehow also sweet, thoughtful, and deliberate. His tongue grazed your bottom lip and you hastily parted your lips, wanting more of him as much as he wanted more of you. He instantly deepened the kiss, walking you both forward until your back hit the wall behind you. Taehyung lifted you up, pressing you up against the pristine white paint, and you brought your legs up to wrap around his back, while he made sure to leave no part of your mouth unconquered.

You slid your hands up his chest, wanting so desperately to feel him beneath the fabric of his shirt, and you began to hastily undo the buttons one by one. You had scarcely reached the last before Taehyung threw the shirt off himself, and you felt his warm skin against you. Detaching his mouth from yours, he buried his face in your neck, attacking your delicate, exposed skin with his lips. You were so soft, so perfect, and he couldn’t resist the greedy side of him that wanted to cover your body in his markings to make you completely and utterly his own. He brought his teeth down hard on the skin of your collarbone, sucking harshly on your sweet spot.

“Taehyung.” His name came out in a breathy moan from your lips, driving him wild with need for you, and he rolled his hips forward to grind his hard, growing bulge against your thinly clothed sex, showing you just what you were doing to him. You twined your fingers in his dark hair as his mouth worked its way lower to the top of your chest, edging dangerously close to the area still covered by your robe. You had only just covered yourself again minutes ago, and already he ached to see your body once more, to feel you under his hands. Sensing what he wanted, your fingers hastily pried open the fabric of your robe to grant him more access, and he eagerly helped you slip out of it, casting the garment off somewhere across the room to reveal your naked form once again.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N,” he murmured, threading his hands down from your sides, to your hips, to come up underneath you and cup your backside. His lips found yours once again, and you ran your hands along his back, shivering into the kiss as the sensation of his bare chest against yours overwhelmed you. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this,” he whispered, his raspy, seductive voice in your ear before he took your delicate earlobe between his teeth.

“I have too,” you panted out the words, seizing the opportunity to press featherlight, open-mouthed kisses across his neck and jawline. He let out a low moan at the tantalizing feel of your lips on his skin and pulled you into his arms, causing you to instinctively cling to him and wrap your legs tighter around his body as he carried you over towards the bed.

Treating you as if you were more fragile, more precious to him than any masterpiece he’d ever painted, he gently laid you down on the sheets and paused for a moment to gaze lustfully down at you. You were so unbelievably gorgeous, Taehyung wondered to himself what he possibly could have done to deserve to see you like this, chest heaving and all worked up underneath him. He stripped off his dark pants, leaving him in just his boxers as he hovered over you, showering your face and neck with kisses as his hands slid up to cup your breasts. He ran his thumbs over your already sensitive nipples and they hardened beneath his touch. You were already so needy for him, desperate for him to take more of you and to give you more of him. You sighed as he took one of your stimulated buds into his mouth, swirling circles with his tongue to drive you wild.

“Taehyung, please,” you whined, so completely wound up by his doing, and he smirked, inclining his head to press a soft kiss to your lips. He knew exactly what you wanted and he intended to give you all that and more. He wanted to give you everything he possibly had to give and more.

Kissing his way down from your collarbone to your navel, his tongue scorching a trail in its wake, his hands roamed your body until he came to a stop at your lower stomach. He reached out and slid his hands carefully underneath your thighs, pulling them up over his shoulders before he lowered his head down to your sex.

The first lap of his tongue against your sensitive folds had you writhing underneath him, and you moaned out his name, only spurring him on further. He teased your clit with deliberate, skillful licks, making you squirm before he finally inserted a finger and curled it inside of you. You whimpered and screwed your eyes shut, already feeling the heat of your orgasm building in your lower stomach as he added another finger in addition to his tongue, and you threw your head back at the overwhelming stimulation. Taehyung could tell you were close, and you fisted his hair as he continued to move his fingers inside of you, hitting all the right spots while his lips and tongue relentlessly lapped at your clit. You couldn’t hold out any longer—the pleasure he was giving you too much—and you cried out as you fell apart beneath him.

He brought his head back up to capture the moans that fell from your lips in a tender kiss, his body covering yours, and his hands rubbing circles against your hips as you came down from your high. When your eyes focused again, you were looking up at the ethereal man above you. How could he be real? You leaned up to press a kiss to his plump lips, then his chin, his Adam’s apple, his chest, a contented sigh leaving his lips as your hand reached down to palm his hardened erection through his boxers. You slipped them off his muscular hips and dipped your head down to take his more than ample length into your mouth. Taehyung hissed, his breath coming in a sharp intake as you wrapped your mouth around him, your tongue circling his fullness. Relaxing your throat, you took his large member as deep into your throat as you could and he let out a strangled moan, twining his hands into your hair. When you pulled away to catch a breath, he guided your head back up to eye level with him, his eyes burning with desire.

“Y/N, I need you,” he groaned, his expression pained by the restraint he was exhibiting. He was trying to hold himself back, for your sake, but every part of him was screaming out for you—for him to be inside of you. Oh how he yearned to be inside of you and feel your warmth surrounding him. “Now,” he pleaded, stroking your cheek and tucking a stray lock of hair behind you ear.

You nodded in understanding, steadying yourself, as he gripped your hips and lined himself up with your center, entering you with a powerful thrust. You let out a sharp yelp and he kissed you to distract you from the sudden stretch. He filled you up so completely, so fully, you almost worried you wouldn’t be able to take him, but pulling your hips forward to meet his, he finally bottomed out inside of you. He gave you a moment to adjust to his size, but you could see how much it was taking out of him to hold back. Sweat began to gather on his furrowed brow and after a pause, you gathered the courage to roll your hips forward, signaling to him that it was okay to start moving.

Bodies moving together as if pulled by gravity, he pushed deeper and deeper inside of you, each thrust hitting right where you needed him to. You lost yourself in the feel of his skin, the sound of his deep voice moaning out your name, and dug your nails into his back as you climbed higher and higher. In that moment, nothing else mattered; there was no one else in the world but you two. So delirious from the euphoric feeling of being joined together in every sense of the word, you could no longer separate yourself from Taehyung and you didn’t want to. You wanted him to be a part of you and you a part of him. Even if it was just this moment, even if it was just tonight. You wanted all of him, everything, and you were willing to give him exactly that in return.

He lifted your leg, allowing him a better angle, and increased the rhythm of his thrusts, each becoming more reckless, more needy, more desperate for you. He wanted you to feel how much he wanted you—how much he needed you. He had fallen so hard for you so fast that he didn’t know what to do with himself anymore, and he wanted more than anything to make you totally and irrevocably his. He wanted to bury himself so deeply in you that you forgot anything else but him. He pulled almost all the way out, only to slam back into you, and your body shook with the sensation, sending you closer and closer to the height of your pleasure once again.

“I’m close,” you told him, gripping tightly onto his shoulders for some kind of stability as Taehyung continued to move in and out of you at an increasingly unstable pace.

“So am I,” Taehyung rasped, looking down to meet your eyes, his clouded with pleasure by the close proximity of his impending release. The sight of you writhing beneath him alone was enough to send him over the edge and he could feel his climax building in the pit of his stomach. “Come with me, Y/N,” he beckoned, slipping his hand down between your bodies to rub your most sensitive spot just the way you needed it.

His lips were on yours, both of your hearts beating wildly, as Taehyung pounded his hips powerfully against you one final time, burying himself to the hilt in your warmth as you clenched around him, the two of you falling over the edge together. You felt him twitch inside of you, his thick release coating your walls and making you feel so blissfully warm throughout your entire body. He collapsed beside you on the bed, reaching out to wrap you in his arms and pull you close to him so that you lay face-to-face, secure in his strong embrace. Gently, he brought his mouth up to your forehead, placing a sweet kiss there, then to your cheek, and finally to your lips, before he pulled back and rested his head on the pillow beside yours. Neither of you said a word, as if both of you knew there was nothing that could have been said in that moment, nothing that needed to be said. He grinned softly at you, deliriously happy, and that spoke louder than anything.

You smiled back and snuggled closer to him, laying your head against his chest. He brought a hand up to stroke your hair, and you let your eyes fall shut, listening to the soothing sound of his breathing until you felt yourself beginning to fade away. As you drifted off to sleep, one thought was clear above all others in your head; you would never be the same after this. And you were so thankful for that.

a/n: sorry it’s so late, my day was ridiculous shdjdkdlf but I hope you guys enjoy! x

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Along The Boardwalk

Drabbles

Summary: They always said Kim Taehyung had a you-shaped hole in his heart. Pairing: Taehyung | Reader Genre: Fluff + light Smut, Skater Boy AU Word Count: 12,819 Author’s Note: Inspired by those Taehyung left version concept photos and mainly sparked by a conversation I was having with @an-exotic-writer so naturally I drafted this as a token of my love and no I am definitely not writing this because talking to Missy certainly does not give me heart problems whatchu mean. I’m also tagging @kimvtae because we were screaming about the concept of a skater boy Tae together.

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You’ve always had a very peculiar habit of being drawn towards the things you couldn’t even imagine yourself doing—although you could argue that’s exactly why you found yourself naturally gravitating towards them in the first place. Unlike most people, who might have been taken by an envious desire to take on certain challenges and obstacles that were most likely out of their league, you found a natural peace chasing after something you couldn’t quite obtain yourself.

Maybe it was your own self-awareness or the fact that you never felt confident enough to branch out towards something that was so clearly on the opposite end of the spectrum from what you were normally use to. You’ve always just been content watching other people take on their passions while you remained on the sidelines with your own hopes and dreams and aspirations. It always excited you to see people participating in their interests—so much so that friends would always humor you that it was always the people rather than the activity they were indulging in that drew you in towards them.

That’s probably why you accepted your best friend’s invitation to leave your apartment for once and drive down to the pier, taking refuge across one of the many skateparks that planted themselves across the oceanfront, beyond the cool sand and ocean breeze of spring. Jeon Jungkook always reprimanded you for rarely having the time to come out and see him perform his new spins and flips, which is probably why he seems much more animated than usual at the prospect of finally getting to show off these new skills to you.

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away from the sun

↳ soulmate au 

◇ pairing: taehyung | reader ◇ genre: fluff and soft angst ◇ word count: 20.409 ◇ warnings: none ◇ author’s note: this story involved a whole lot of research involving many topics (read on if you want to find out hehe). I tried to represent them in the best way I could, but there are probably a few inaccuracies, so I apologize in advance for that. anyway, this is just another long plot with a bit of cheese on the side. please enjoy :) 

Once every five years, when the June solstice arrives and graces the sky with the midnight sun, a comet dashes by.

It is more than just a blinking light that moves at an unhinged speed. According to what you’ve heard, it looks like it stills in the middle of the vastness of space, and its tail flickers and shimmies in long tendrils of vibrant colors full of meaning — a subtle force that speaks to the humans who look up to the stars and set their eyes on the glowing meteorite, unique but just as intense for every single gaze. It speaks of soulmates and fate, of heavy truths and indelible bonds.

Each person sees a different pool of colors. You’ve heard more than a thousand stories, of people who saw the colors of the fireplace and others who were seized by the soothing hues of woodland during dawn. You’ve read about colors that go from the red blush of a beach beneath the sunset to the ivory traces of a wintry hill covered in thick snow. The colors do not give them the name of their soulmates, but once they find their other half, they will see those rich tones reflected in their lover’s eyes.

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