Honey And Milk

Honey and Milk

Summary: Your stepbrother teaches you how to kiss. 

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Yandere Kim Taehyung

Based on this request: 

Warnings: implied murder, manipulation, pseudo-incest, corruption kink, overprotective! tae, innocent oc, dub con, implied non con (somnophilia), explicit smut (dom! taehyung, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, handjob, implied sub drop etc.), yandere behaviour

Word Count: 4.8K 

His bedsheets smelled like the summer breeze. Crisp, clean and warm, as though they were still fluttering on the washing line outside. Yet, in the sun’s absence, the celestial moon hung in the night sky. A crescent, akin to the sliced oranges arranged like flower petals on your plate, courtesy of your mother.  

It was placed within arm’s reach, on the nightstand, as you laid on your stepbrother’s bed. Your mother’s head peeked around the door and left it ajar before she pitter pattered away. You watched him study while your parents were watching a black and white movie downstairs. Taehyung hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, the lamp on his desk casting a golden glow upon his features.

Just like the facts written in his textbook, your stepbrother’s beauty was irrefutable. You saw glimpses of his father, in the curve of his jaw and his lips. You had never met his mother prior to her death but you had seen the grainy, coloured pictures preserved in a family photo album. He had his mother’s eyes.

Standing side by side, Taehyung and you looked nothing alike. It used to bewilder people until they understood that your relationship grew from nurture rather than nature. However, even if you were related by blood, nothing guaranteed that you’d win the genetic lottery like he did. Living in a country plagued with unrealistic beauty standards and lookism, your stepbrother was always put on a pedestal for his beauty. A halo surrounded him wherever he went and perhaps, it was difficult to not think of him as an angel when he looked like something entirely out of this world.

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apartment 512 ➔ kim taehyung

neighbour!tae x reader romance + smut + fluff + e2l + neighbour!au warnings: (un)protected sex + oral f&m receiving + fuckboy!tae and he can be an asshole + swearing + somewhat rough sex ig + pretty mild ngl wc: 14.1k

➔ after finally finding a decent place to live, you couldn’t believe that you landed next to the loudest neighbour in existance.

a/n: ok hopefully it tags this time. i tried to post it for tae’s bday but.. oh well. pls dont panic, it is I, moononthejoon. pls do talk to me and tell me whatcha think <33 love y’all

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Strawberries

Summary: Your stepbrother, Taehyung, feeds you strawberries to test if they’ll make your pussy taste sweeter.

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Yandere Kim Taehyung

Warnings: dub con/non con (reader is drunk), mentions of somnophilia, pseudo incest, corruption kink, manipulation, innocent oc, dom taehyung, explicit smut (oral sex - female receiving, fingering, squirting, throatpie, spanking), yandere behaviour 

Word Count: 7K 

A/N: thank you to this incredible anon for the idea and thank you to 🍓-anon for supplying all the strawberries used in this fic! :’) this is in the AU of my fic Honey and Milk but can be read as a standalone and is for the most part, filth. 

The scent of vanilla flowers and almonds lingered on your exposed skin. Soft and warm to the touch after the shower you had taken, you were curled up on the couch as you watched the television. 

Wide-eyed and curious, the moving colours of the screen flickered across your features, oblivious to where the hem of your dress rested. Fingers caressed the crease of your thigh and your legs opened up for the calloused hands that wandered in between them without question.

He played with the pink bow at the front before slipping his hand into your frilly panties. They were white and fluttered like angel wings with every step you took. The stubble above your pussy pricked the pads of his fingers. You felt the body lotion which coated his fingers, cold and smooth like butter as they teased your clit with every stroke. 

They slid lower and dipped inside your heat.

You clenched. Your pussy clenched right around his fingertips but not enough for his fingers to cease pushing inside you. You were tight, unable to even accept two of his digits, but Taehyung was impatient.

A whine fell from your lips. Your gaze was unfocused, no longer absorbed in the movie but his touch instead.

Your stepbrother slapped a hand over your mouth whilst the other rubbed your clit in dizzying, circular motions inside your underwear. His fingers were firm, and quick, focused on the slick which began to soak through your panties. All protests were silenced, the brush of your lips against his palm only fuelled him, and made the sound of your mother’s footsteps in the kitchen even more apparent.

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Taehyung Speaking

As a House of Lust employee, Taehyung finds his work mundane and, quite frankly, boring, especially when he's working on the phone. But, the tables turn when his former university crush calls.

⤑ wc: 5k ⤑ pairing: taehyung x reader ⤑ genre: non-idol!au, escort! au, smut ⤑ warnings: mature content!, dirty talking, depictions of various sexual acts, masturbation (m.), use of 'good girl, 'slut' and the like ⤑ read on AO3 ⤑ this work is a part of the 'house of lust' collab, find the masterlist here!

Kim Taehyung has worked at the House of Lust for years now. What started as a side gig during university turned into a lucrative career for him. Jimin, the manager, never made the workers do anything they didn’t want to do, which was the HOL’s biggest plus side and the main reason Taehyung stayed.

Other places just weren’t as accommodating to the needs of escorts, to put it mildly. Most of the time, Taehyung could even pick and choose. If a client wanted precisely him, he’d have to approve the “application”. If Taehyung got bad vibes or just didn’t feel like he could do it, Jimin would let the customer know they should pick someone else instead.

Of course, that sort of thing happened when he had to have sex with the clients. If Taehyung was asked to join Yoongi on the phone or Jungkook with online chatting, he’d do it in a heartbeat. It was easy money, and the phone was his thing. Jimin actually hired Taehyung to work on the phone line back in the day, and his main job was to get people to have an orgasm using a low tone and tons of dirty talk.

Taehyung and phone sex were a match made in heaven, as Jimin put it. It was quite funny seeing as Taehyung was completely insecure back then and he rarely got laid in real life. Somehow, Jimin just knew how to pick the right people, and Taehyung was good to go after a week’s training, earning his first real money with his voice and mind alone.

Later, he decided to venture into different services HOL had to offer, becoming a master of many. As the months went by, Taehyung became more and more confident in himself and his abilities, so his social life picked up too. Despite his prolific experience at HOL, he was getting bored with the whole thing. Taehyung couldn’t remember when something excited him at work, when he felt genuine thrill because of something he was asked to do, when he last felt real arousal. Even his real-life sexual experiences were becoming a run-of-the-mill sort of thing—not much could top the things he’d tried at HOL.

The phone was something Taehyung did when he had no inspiration and just wanted to get work over with—it required little to no effort, and he was good at it. He didn’t have to get naked, nobody had to see him, and he didn’t have to touch another person. All he had to do was sit there, listen, and say generic stuff based on the little questionnaire the person filled out before their call. He could do that in his sleep.

It was somehow funny to think that people were on the other side of the line getting off while he was sitting in a chair with headphones on, filing his nails to make them look presentable or flicking through a catalog. Tonight, Taehyung was going through his camera roll and deleting pictures while waiting for a call.

The next one was supposed to come in soon, as arranged with Jimin and the client, so he kept himself busy, deciding he had way too many pictures on his phone for no reason.

“Taehyung speaking,” he picked up after the first ring, not wanting to keep the customer waiting. There was no point in playing hard to get with someone who’s paying you. “I’ve been waiting for you to call…”

It was his usual greeting phrase. He couldn’t exactly use the good old ‘how can I help you?’, not in this line of work, at least. What time has taught Taehyung was that women were usually shy when they called, and he had to take the lead and get the words out of them, at least at first. After a while, some of them opened up. Others spoke only a couple of words, letting him play out the scenario they said they wanted.

Since his greeting was met with silence, Taehyung knew he’d have to carry this conversation. But, it was his job, and he wasn’t surprised by it. “Have you been fucking other men?” he asked, earning a hiss on the other end of the line. “Is that why you’re late?”

A weak, quiet, barely audible “no” came from the other side. Hm. Taehyung realized he’d have to try harder.

“No?” Taehyung asked, chuckling lowly.

He wondered if this was going to be one of those calls where he’d just talk to himself for thirty minutes and never know if the other person enjoyed it or if the person would open up more as time went on and they relaxed. Time to bring in the big guns, then.

“Then why did you keep me waiting? I’ve been so hard all this time, waiting for my slut to call and help me rub one out,” he said, just as flaccid as he’d been all day. But, nobody else had to know that.

“Fuck,” he heard you mutter, and it didn’t sound like you were too excited to hear him use the term.

For a second, Taehyung’s eyes widened as fear rushed through him, instantly sobering him up. What if he’d mixed you up with someone else and used a term or a scenario you didn’t want to hear? Frantically, he grabbed the paper that Jimin had placed on his desk earlier, the one detailing all the things you wanted to hear during the call. Fuck, did he really mistake you fo someone else?

No, no, he was right, you did tell Jimin you wanted to “be treated like a slut”. When people asked for phone services, they could fill out a form online before the call, if they wanted to. In this questionnaire, they’d tick off all the boxes that apply to what they want from the conversation, and they could fill out some personal information, too.

Some people wanted praise, others degradation. There were those who wanted Taehyung to treat them like a cheating wife or a loved girlfriend. Some needed to hear words like ‘whore’ to get them going, others wanted to be called beautiful and sexy. Taehyung kind of preferred the former.

But, you did mark a lot of these terms—almost all of them, he had to note—and didn’t have any special requests, other than that you wanted him to treat you like a slut. Stupid slut was what you actually wrote.

After printing the form, Jimin wrote down a little note on it: the client allows the use of any derogatory term… but she seems like a beginner, so don’t overdo it. Did he overdo it, then? Is that why you cussed?

“Everything okay, baby?” It wasn’t a derogatory term, but if it worked and helped you relax, Taehyung had no problem using it. “It’s just the two of us, no one else is listening to this conversation.”

“Sorry,” you breathed the word out, sounding extremely nervous. “I thought you sounded like someone I know for a second.”

Oh.

Taehyung sure hoped you didn’t know him in real life, but if you did, he didn’t really care. You were calling in to have someone help you get off and pay for it while he was doing it for a living. Who was more in the wrong there? Wouldn’t it be like the pot calling the kettle black? If you did recognize him, you’d never tell a living soul anyway. It wasn’t exactly a topic you could just bring up in conversation.

“Please,” he scoffed, deciding to go back to the main point here. You were there to orgasm, not to wonder whether you knew him and whether you should be doing this in the first place. “Like a slut like you would care.”

“I wouldn’t,” you whispered after a couple of seconds of silence, and Taehyung grinned at himself. Of course he still had it in him!

“I know… You want people to know you’re easy,” he concluded with a chuckle. “Are you touching yourself already?”

“No,” another hiss, voice barely discernible. Taehyung had to focus on the call to make out your words, so the phone and pictures had to wait for another caller, one that spoke clearly. Still, he didn’t feel like the call would last long. Did they ever?

“What are you waiting for?” Taehyung tried to sound nonchalant as he scolded you, knowing that’s when it worked best. “Are you that stupid? Seems so… Only good for fucking. Or do you need me to give you permission?”

Jimin said not to go overboard, but Taehyung felt you could take it. Clearly, you needed a bit of a push to get out of your shell, and who better to push than him?

“I—” you started but gulped, clearly still uncomfortable with expressing your desires to a total stranger, even if he was someone you paid to help you do this. Keeping your voice, you stuttered, “I, I don’t know.”

“Do you want to touch yourself?” Taehyung suggested, even though he already knew the answer. Of course you fucking wanted to touch yourself. You were horny and wanted to talk to a random guy who could use all the bad words you wanted him to, just to help you chase your high. He couldn’t blame you—sometimes you just want to get off and can’t express your needs to the people you’re hooking up with.

“Yes,” you kept your voice down and admitted. He was sure you were probably all flustered, under the blanket in your bed. That’s how you sounded, all whispers, not allowing him to hear you well.

“Then take those pretty fingers and touch that tight cunt of yours, will you?” Taehyung grunted at you, lowering his voice on purpose to make it sound sterner. “Ah, I see how it is… You’re used to men doing it for you, right? When you’re in the mood, you just spread those legs and let them go to town, huh? Lay there and take it…”

“Yes—” It almost sounded like a moan, meaning that Taehyung was on the right track. Oh, he’d get you off too, he always did.

“Why? Because you’re a slut?” Another over-the-top suggestion, one that the questionnaire suggested you’d love. “Because you love letting men use you?”

“Mhm,” you moaned in agreement, suddenly hissing, which Taehyung took as a sign that you had started touching yourself already, as per his suggestion. Obedient… He liked that.

“Good,” he hummed in approval of your confession. “And what kind of a slut are you?”

“Stupid,” left your mouth immediately, and he almost chuckled. Nice. You were quick.

“That’s right. And you’re my stupid slut tonight, so you’ll do whatever I tell you to do, okay?” Taehyung coaxed you gently, hoping you’d completely let go and allow him to do what he did best—make women come. The faster he got you there, the faster you’d hang up. “You’ll be a good slut for me and let me have some fun.”

“Yes,” you breathed again. Taehyung was sure he'd hear your voice get loud tonight. If nothing else, you’d at least moan when you came.

“And only then, if you’re good enough, will you get my cock… I don’t think you deserve it just yet,” he told you, unlocking his phone again after all. This was going to be a piece of cake. “Are you playing with yourself? Wet for me already?”

“Mhm.” Another hum told him you weren’t lying, which meant your hand was probably shoved in your underwear, fingers playing with your clit. Or, if you were really into it, inside of you already. “So wet.”

“I can almost hear it,” he lied with a chuckle, playing along. “It feels like you’re burning, right? Want to have me there, want my mouth on you… My dick in you. It’s so fucking hard for you. And since you’re such a slut, I bet I wouldn’t even have to prep your for it. My dick would slide right in.”

“It would,” you agreed with a cry, clearly enjoying your first experience with a phone sex worker as much as you should.

“I bet you’d really want that… Me to come over now and just use you to get off, stick my dick in you and fuck until I get enough,” Taehyung proposed, thinking it was the right thing to tell you when you were trying to get off. “I bet you wouldn’t stop creaming around me if I told you what a fucking good slut you are for me.”

“I want that so badly, you have no idea,” you spoke up for the first time, and the sound of your voice made Taehyung’s breath hitch in his throat, a knot instantly tying in his stomach.

He cleared his throat quickly and grabbed the questionnaire once more, looking for additional information, anything that could help him figure out whether his hunch was correct. Recently got out of a relationship. Leading position. Those were the only pieces of private information he could find by skimming, but he was now practically sure it was you—the voice was a bit too familiar.

“You want me that much, huh?” he asked, his voice almost shaky now. Taehyung hoped you wouldn’t notice the change in his tone or the lack of confidence in the way he spoke. But, as soon as he heard your real, full voice, his mind took him back to university, and all those fucking times you were on his mind—and you were the one that had no idea.

“Ah, need you,” you admitted coyly, your statement ending with a soft sigh, further cementing his realization that you were the woman he was so painfully into for years during his university days. And now, you were on the phone with Taehyung, asking him to help you get off, wanting him to call you a stupid slut. Him, the guy who’d jerked off to you so much he thought his dick would fall off.

“I fucking want you too,” he admitted, this time completely honest, for a change. It was the first time in a long time that Taehyung was being himself in HOL. “Where do you want me?”

“Inside of me… Please,” you said, once again not whispering or keeping your voice down, which made it easy for Taehyung to recognize you, the one he could never approach romantically, always watching others do it and fail miserably. He used to be so jealous of the men you dated, even though he didn’t even know if you’d dated anyone. In his head, you did go out, and you did so with guys much more confident, alluring, and handsome than him. “I want you.”

You were the sweetest girl he knew at uni, so Taehyung never thought he’d hear you say those words at all, especially not to him. Hearing you say it made his heart jump up with excitement as he finally realized what kind of an opportunity he had.

“That’s because you’re a fucking slut,” he stressed the last word, feeling his cock get hard, which was new. Of course, his body reacted like that only because it was you on the other end of the line—you, the woman he dreamed of for years, the one he lost contact with after graduating, unable to make the first move, to get in touch and simply ask you out. “God, you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you.”

You moaned at his words, and Taehyung’s hand flew down to his crotch to palm him over his jeans. Fuck, he’d have to touch himself for this, he would just have to. It was you, and you had almost recognized him earlier, too. Is that what happened? He instantly remembered the quick ‘fuck’ that left your mouth when he used his real tone.

Usually, when he was on the phone, Taehyung used his fake sex work service voice that was too low to be real. Still, it worked on many. But, the fake deep voice also made it almost impossible for someone to recognize him, especially someone he hasn’t spoken to in years. Even back at uni, you two rarely spoke in private, so of course you’d have a hard time remembering his voice. Taehyung, however, always listened in to your conversations, wanting to get to know you better without actually speaking to you, hoping to learn more through these bits and pieces he overheard.

“I want that too,” you acknowledged, bringing him back to reality, to the fact that you were on the phone with him, waiting for him to successfully make you come without ever touching you.

When he first started working the phone line at HOL, Taehyung got excited. He didn’t know what the person on the other end of the line looked like, what their personality was like, if there would be chemistry—all he knew was how they sounded and that they were desperate to orgasm. At the time, so was he, so Taehyung found himself rock hard whenever he handled calls, unable to keep his boner down, often resorting to a quick jerk-off during the call to get himself off.

It used to turn him on to talk to these people and hear what they had to say back, listen to women moaning because of him, hear them explain what they would do to him if he was right there… He wanted it desperately, too, unable to have that kind of a thing in real life. Nowadays, Taehyung almost never jerked off at work.

But, hearing your voice immediately made him rethink this new policy. Why not? He was there all alone, and even if Yoongi decided to put in an hour or two, it wouldn’t be the first nor the last time his colleague saw him get off. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

“I know you do, that’s why you’re my little slut,” he continued, hand shamelessly getting his cock out of the confines of the tight jeans, fingers wrapping around it instantly. It’s been a long while since he’d been actually excited about jerking off. “Spread your legs for me, will you?”

He heard a faint rustling of sheets before you hissed again and spoke up, “I did.”

Instantly, the image of you lying in bed with your legs spread wide, pussy wet and throbbing while your hand held the phone you used to talk to him flashed before his eyes, and Taehyung had a hard time thinking about anything else, let alone his job. God, he wished he was there with you, going down between those thighs, making you come with his mouth in a completely different way.

“Good girl,” Taehyung used the nickname you didn’t say you wanted him to use. Somehow, he was starting to think it was okay to let go now that he knew it was you on the other line and just tell you the things he actually wanted to tell you but never had the chance. “Now use two fingers and fuck yourself with them…”

“I will,” you promised and, presumably, did what Taehyung had asked of you. Just the idea of your fingers entering your heat as you think about him, his voice, his words… It was enough to make him rock hard.

At the same time, he spat on his hand loudly, wanting you to hear it, needing you to know he was touching himself. Taehyung never did this anymore, but now that you were there on the line with him, he felt the urge to get off with you for probably the first and only time in his life. “If you were here, I wouldn’t have to use spit to get off, right?”

His mind flew to how pretty your lips always looked, especially when you smiled or when your tongue prodded out to wet them. He imagined you as the type who’d give his cockhead kittenish licks, teasing, dragging it out until he grabbed a fistful of your hair and made you choke on him.

“You could use mine,” you suggested with a chuckle in your voice. Your bluntness almost made Taehyung choke on nothing, taken aback by the mouth on you. And there he was minutes earlier, thinking you would be a difficult one to crack. “Use it all you want—”

“I could, right?” he grunted at the thought, hand spreading the spit all over his cock, fist clenching around the very tip. “I bet you’d take me in your pretty little mouth so well, get me all wet… Mhm, fuck… It would be so easy to slide right in.”

“It would,” you agree, voice sounding fucked out already. “So easy… I want it.”

Taehyung couldn’t even remember how many times he thought about this, about you two getting each other off in every way possible, about getting to be the one who makes you come, whose name you moan… And now it was all coming true for him.

Well, except the part where you didn’t know it was him on the phone but did that really matter? You called and asked for someone to get you off, and that was coincidentally something Taehyung had wanted to do for the longest time. It was a win-win type of situation.

“How do those fingers feel?” It was a part of his job to ask, clearly, but he also wanted to know.

God, he would have given anything to be able to see you right then. Taehyung just knew you looked perfect with your legs spread, wet cunt on display as your fingers slid and out with ease while you thought about him. He thought he would be able to come if he just let himself think about that for a while.

“Good,” you responded after a while, breathing getting heavier as if you were forgetting you were supposed to talk and not just listen. “But not as good as you.”

This statement made Taehyung chuckle lowly, enjoying the praise he was getting, even if it wasn’t meant for him specifically. “Hm, of course a slut like you prefers dick over her own fingers. I’d give it to you, though, just because you’re so willing… Fuck you stupid.”

“How?” you asked, clearly turned on by the idea, wanting to hear more. And, who was Taehyung to deny you this pleasure, when it was a shared one?

“Be good and press your palm into your clit while you finger yourself,” he asked of you first, wanting you to get two different types of stimulation. It was a lot less than you’d get if you decided to sleep with him, but it would have to do for now. “That’s how I would do it if I were there while I kiss you… Or play with your tits. I think you’d prefer that.”

“Whatever you want,” you moaned at him, getting lost in the feeling. “It feels so good…”

“Now, back to fucking you stupid,” Taehyung hissed, feeling his cock leak precum already.

If anyone walked in, they wouldn’t find it strange to see someone jerking off while working the phone or chatting. It happened often as a lot of nasty shit was said during such chats, things none of them would ever say to their real-life partners. The anonymity paired with horniness brought out the beasts in people, which is why no one would bat an eye at one of the coworkers getting off.

What his coworkers wouldn’t know, though, was that Taehyung was rubbing one out to the thought of the woman he wanted to fuck badly. He couldn’t even count the number of times he couldn’t keep his boner down after sitting close to you, how many times he’d run to the bathroom and get off quickly, hoping nobody would notice he’d stayed there too long. You always looked and smelled so sweet, and Taehyung was always certain you’d taste just as sweet, too.

“I’ll fucking ruin you. I won’t go easy on you, I know my pretty little slut can take it, right? You can take all of it,” he hissed at you, his hand around his cock getting him closer and closer to the edge. “God, you make me so hard, sound so pretty when you moan like that, like you haven’t had a good cock in years...”

“I haven’t,” you agree instantly in between two very loud moans that sent shivers down his spine. Taehyung was getting desperate already, a feeling he hadn’t felt since the last time he saw you. “Want yours badly.”

“Oh, and you could get it,” Taehyung let himself go a bit too much, but it could be seen as a heat of the moment type of thing. He was sure you wouldn’t mind, not when you were fingering yourself and stimulating your clit with your palm at the same time. “And you would. I’d just keep fucking you, wouldn’t stop even after you came once, twice, three times… Even if your legs started shaking and your body shook, I would keep fucking that tight little cunt of yours and make it mine.”

“Oh fuck!” you grunted this time, a deep, throaty sound coming from your voice, making it clear you were getting more lost in the feeling by the second. “Please, do it, I need you to fuck me.”

“I need it badly too,” Taehyung admitted, feeling himself getting closer to his own orgasm, embarrassingly quickly, at that. “There’s no way I’d go easy on you when I know a slut like you can take it. And you sound fucking amazing taking dick, right? So stupid you can only say my name and beg for more… I know it. I’d fuck you so long and hard you’d be ruined for other men… But a slut like you wouldn’t like that, huh? You want all of them to enjoy you.”

“No,” you contradicted him firmly—for the first time that night, he had to note. “Just you… Ngh, only want y-you—”

At that moment, Taehyung believed you. You sounded turned on, desperate, eager for a cock, and he could hear how wet you were now, the sloppy sounds of your fingers filling your pussy audible over the phone when you kept your voice down. He was in a similar position too, his cock leaking precum, a drop of it ending up on the front of his pants, sure to leave a mark, but who cared?

“Only me?” Taehyung repeated with a chuckle, enjoying the attention. “You like my cock that much, huh?” You’ve never had it, of course, and you didn’t know it was Taehyung, but he could pretend. That’s all he could do, but Taehyung was taking it.

“Y-y— remind me… Of hi—fuck!—of him,” you confessed in between moans as your fingers got you closer and closer to the edge.

“I remind you of who, baby?” It was morbid curiosity at this point, but he wanted to hear more about it.

If Taehyung remembered correctly, you wrote that you’d just gotten out of a long relationship. Did he remind you of your ex in some way? Whoever that bastard was, he was fucking lucky he got to screw your brains out, especially when you were so pliant and made it all seem… sweet? Or were those just his childish feelings resurfacing? Taehyung should have been over them already—it’s been years since graduation.

“Y-your voice…” You paused to let out a loud grunt. “God, I want you… Your voice… This, fuck, this guy I knew back at school…”

Taehyung didn’t even want to hope it was him you were talking about. Yeah, a lot of women told him he had a distinct voice, but that didn’t mean it was unique in any way. Maybe you knew some other guy with a deep voice at uni. God knows there were tons.

“Did you fuck him too, slut?” he asked, surprised that his voice was quivering, cock about to explode. “Did you let this guy use your hole just because you liked the way he sounded?”

“No, I never fucked Taehyung,” you admitted, and your admission made Taehyung buck his hips up into his hand, desperate to feel you now. It could be some other Taehyung, right? There had to be more at the uni. “But I wish I did if he’d sound like this…”

“Call me Taehyung then,” he asked you sneakily. Taehyung knew that was wrong and immoral and not a nice thing to do, but he needed to hear you cry out his name while you got off. After all, it wasn’t that wrong—you just admitted to him that you liked his voice and wanted to fuck him. “I’m surprised to hear there was a guy you liked that you haven’t fucked. Haven’t let this poor fucker use whatever hole of yours he pleased, huh?”

“No… I should have. Ah, fuck, I’m so close,” you admitted, voice barely audible because of all the moans and hisses. “Want you so fucking bad…”

“What’s my name?” he asked you, hoping it wouldn’t snap you out of your thoughts and bring you back to reality. He had just asked you to call him Taehyung, so it could still be a part of the game.

“Taehyung!” you cried the word out, and he loved the way his name rolled off your tongue, so pretty and sweet. He bet it would sound even sweeter if he was inside of you, pistoning into you until you cried.

“Hmm, that’s right,” he hissed, his hand now furiously rubbing his cock. “And who owns your slutty little cunt?”

“You, fu—you, Taehyung!” His name said once again, in between grunts, so sweetly rolling off your tongue, making him move his hand even faster.

“And what do you want me to do to you, slut?” he asked through clenched teeth, unable to postpone it much longer. Why was Taehyung even fighting this orgasm?

“Fuck me!” The response came right away in the form of a whine. Taehyung could bet everything he owned he could get you to beg if he were right there with you. “Use me… Fuck me hard, Taehyung, and then fill me up.”

That was the thing that sent him over the edge without warning—you, the crush of all crushes, his wet dream, asking him to fuck you raw and pump you full of his cum. Just the idea of getting to do that played tricks on him, made his body overreact, spilling his seed all over. Taehyung felt no shame coming all over himself and moaning so loudly his colleagues in the other room could hear it.

The potential embarrassment was nothing compared to the burning sensation inside his chest and head, the tingling he felt all over, the utter satisfaction that washed over him when cum started spurting out of him in long streaks. With every spurt, he felt tons lighter, getting pulled back into the sweetness of you. Taehyung moaned your name as he came for the first time in a long time and continued, “God, take it all, let me fill you up real good, be a good girl, come on…”

What was even better was that you came too, probably pushed over the edge by the fact that he was coming. “Taehyung, please, fuck, yes!” The rest of it was incoherent, just swear words and hisses and sighs and moans as you finger fucked yourself through the orgasm. He hoped to God it was as good as his. Taehyung’s might have been the best he’d had in years.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he told you with a chuckle once your breathing evened out, meaning it completely. It was the best call of his career, that was certain. “Sound so slutty when you come, too…”

“You too,” you told him, voice turning serious. Even your voice sounded sweet after coming, low and muffled. Taehyung wondered if you’d let him kiss you after having sex, or if you were the colder type. “I… Thank you.”

“Ending the call already?” Taehyung couldn’t help but ask, a tinge of hope in him still alight.

“Yeah,” you said curtly before clearing your throat. “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do? Anyway, thank you for… Tonight, Taehyung.”

With that, you hung up, leaving Taehyung to wonder whether you knew it was him all along or whether you’d realized it somewhere along the way, your orgasm clearing your head. Maybe you hadn’t recognized him at all and used the name to keep the fantasy going. Whatever the case, Taehyung hoped you’d call again.

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“are you sure?”｜kth

summary ↣ after breaking up with your first-ever boyfriend and gaining some much-needed perspective, you come to the realization that your ex was 1) a complete jerk and 2) terrible in bed. now, newly single, the world is your oyster—there are people to date, flings and sex to be had. but you’ve never been with anyone but your ex, so you decide to ask for a little help testing the waters, from a man you trust—who just so happens to be your older brother’s best friend.

pairing ↣ f. reader x taehyung (ft. older brother!jungkook)

genre ↣ brother’s best friend au｜smut, fluff

word count ↣ 2k

warnings ↣ (nsfw 18+) car sex, oral (f. receiving), protected penetrative sex, slight age gap (reader is 21 and tae is 24), oc had a childhood crush on tae

notes ↣ requested by anon from this list (#78)! it turned out to be a little longer than a drabble, so i’ll call it a mini 😅 thank you for requesting dear, i hope you like it!

He feels like a teenager for it, but Taehyung really likes the way your breasts feel in his palm.

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pretty kitty (m)

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: hybrid au, camgirl au, smut, fluff with mild angst (in the future)

rating: nc-17

warning(s): (probably inaccurate) portrayal of cam porn, mention of impregnation and daddy kinks, squirting (lol)

word count: 3.3k+

summary: never in his life would taehyung have expected the shy girl from his history class to be the sex kitten on his computer screen. 

the discovery | the denial | the meeting | the aftermath | the payback

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