Taehyung Fanfiction Recommendations

Taehyung Fanfiction Recommendations

Adore

One-Shot

Featuring Yoongi

Colors

Series

Featuring Jimin and Jungkook

House of Cards

Series

Featuring all members

Salt & Shadow ⭐

One-Shot

Supernatural

Satisfy

Series

Featuring Seokjin and Namjoon

Under the Cover of Darkness

One-Shot

Seokjin Fanfiction Recommendations

Lost My Head

Series

Featuring Yoongi

Pink ⭐

One-Shot

Salt & Shadow ⭐

One-Shot

Supernatural

Featuring Taehyung

Satisfy

Series

Featuring Namjoon and Taehyung

Sleeping with a Friend ⭐

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Fanfiction Recommendations

IMPORTANT: I'm not rating other authors works. Please review the authors warnings. It's fair to assume most, if not all, of these fictions are rated mature.

...by Member

Namjoon

Seokjin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

...by Theme

Fantasy

Contemporary

...by Type

Drabbles

One-Shot

Series

JUST DOING A LITTLE REORGANIZING BECAUSE I HIT MY LINK LIMIT PER POST.

Namjoon Fanfiction Recommendations

A Vampire and a Werewolf Walk Into a Bar

One-shot

Supernatural

Devil's Plaything

Series

Supernatural

Satisfy

Series

Featuring Seokjin and Taehyung

The Affair (Chapter 1: Her)

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Chapter 1: Her

The echo of the elevator arriving rung through the empty hall of the hotel floor, but it wasn’t enough to knock you out of your trance. It was when the doors began to close that you instinctively reached out and pressed the call button again. But, as the sliding doors widened, your feet felt as if they had been encased in cement. You weren’t sure if you could bring yourself to step inside. The anxiety coursed through your veins and made you feel like you were coming down with the flu. You fought the urge to return to your lonely hotel room, crawl under the covers, and sleep.

What am I going to do?

The doors closed in on themselves, and you stared back at your distorted reflection in the industrial steel. You squeezed your eyes shut and drew in a long breath.

You have to go, you told yourself again before you hit the call button once more. As you looked yourself up and down, you took notice of how your blouse didn’t seem to settle properly over your chest. In all your distraction, you must have mismatched fastening a button. Your hands shook as you tried to correct the error. A stark contrast to the nimble fingers that had unfastened them last night, and the soft lips that followed them over every inch of skin each button uncovered.

“Shit,” you breathed out loud, shuddering at the memory.

The elevator doors slid open once again, and even though your trepidation hadn’t subsided, you willed yourself to move. You winced as you did; the ache between your legs was a token, an indicator that what happened last night was real and not a dream. You were sure you were going to feel him for days. He fucked you like he wanted you to.

Stop, you thought to yourself. Stop thinking about it. You just needed to get through this morning. When the day's seminar and meetings were over, you could find yourself a secluded seat on the train and suffer over everything on the long trip home. You could think it all over then. Figure out what you needed to do. Make a plan. Until then, you just needed to get by as if nothing happened.

You pressed the button for the ground floor.

You tried to occupy your mind by mentally reviewing the day's itinerary, but it was ineffective. Before the cab crossed three levels your thoughts were interrupted by memories. They came to you in flashes, like cut scenes in a movie trailer. The scene where Hoseok had you trapped, your back against the headboard, while he hugged your thighs tight around his neck and his mouth worked enthusiastically between your legs. You remembered how desperately your hips wanted to grind up against his tongue, but the positioning left you immobile, so your only recourse was to hook your ankles behind his shoulders and take it. Even now, hours later and away from him, your body hummed and your hips buckled as if he still held you now.

Fuck. You reached down to grab the rounded support handle that lined the elevator and palmed your forehead with your other hand. If you weren’t alone, someone may have asked if you were ill. Perhaps you were – just not in the way that a good rest and pharmaceuticals could resolve.

You tried again to occupy your mind, or at least to cool your anxiety. You counted backwards from ten, focusing on taking a deep meditative breath with each number…

...six…

...five…

...four…

…

...four…

Four. That was the magic number. Four. The fourth time he made you come was probably the most memorable. After he had teased you mercilessly for what felt like eternity, he finally gave you what you wanted. He had you pinned beneath him, you could still feel the soiled sheets at your back, his cock buried deep in your gut as his pelvis rolled heavy circles against your clit. Then, without warning, he snapped his hips hard, and you felt him in your throat. Then a second, third, and forth in rapid succession, he stole your breath again and again, before once more grinding himself against your clit – pulling from you the most pathetic, primal whimper you could muster with whatever air you still had left in your lungs.

Primal.

That’s what the whole night was. Primal. A primal desire for sex – a primal desire to come, and to make him come, over and over again, as if your body needed him the way it needed oxygen. He had awoken something buried within you, and turned you into someone so uninhibited that you hardly recognized yourself.

You certainly didn’t recognize the woman who spread her legs wide across the foot of the bed, and slid her fingers seductively down her torso to her core, as she watched her colleague watch her touch herself. You remembered how damn sexy he looked too. His elbow propped up on the armrest of the chair which he watched you from across the room. The way the pads of his fingers danced across his lips while his other hand lazily stroked his cock. His hair still mussed, and his skin still glistening in a sheen of dried sweat from the last time he fucked you. The image itself was enough to make you moan. Each time you did, you could see how his eyes would darken just a little more, and his chest would heave just a little faster. The more excited he became the more of a show you wanted to put on for him.

You... The woman who refused to even masturbate in the shower after her boyfriend came too early because doing so felt too unfaithful. Yet there you were, in a true act of infidelity, doing so on display for a married man you let come inside of you at least twice already.

Married. He had a wife at home – you knew that. You remembered how much you gave to the office collection to buy them a wedding gift not even a year ago.

Boyfriend. You had a boyfriend. You both had people waiting for you at home, people who loved you whom you also allegedly loved. How could either of you have done this to them? How did you even get here?

You shouldn’t have gone down to the bar.

You certainly shouldn’t have put on your new bra and panty set before you did.

You shouldn’t have looked for him. When you did see him there, you should’ve just smiled and said “hello” and left.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you crawled into the seat next to him.

You should have left when he placed his hand softly on your knee. You shouldn’t have let him know you liked it. You should have said “no” when he whispered in your ear “Come upstairs with me.”

But you didn’t.

Instead you climbed into the elevator with him.

He shouldn’t have kissed you. He shouldn’t have unbuttoned your shirt. You shouldn’t have begged him to fuck you. You shouldn’t have begged him to fuck you again.

Why? Why did you do all these things you shouldn’t have done?

Was it because of your relationship? You knew a proposal was coming soon. Perhaps you just got cold feet and made a mistake. Or, perhaps somewhere deep down you knew he wasn’t the one for you.

Perhaps you were just a monster.

Perhaps it was sex. Maybe besides the sweet and tender way your boyfriend handled you in the bedroom, what you really desired was to be bent over the bathroom counter, your hair pulled and back bent, making you stare yourself down in the mirror to face your sins… the way Hoseok did. Perhaps it was your cowardice that prevented you from asking for that at home?

Perhaps you were just a monster.

Perhaps it was because of Hoseok? There were days in the middle of a hot summer when he’d return from a coffee run - his tie would be undone, and dress shirt unbuttoned to try to keep cool in the heat. Sometimes, a bead of sweat from behind his ear would trickle down the expanse of his neck. You thought often about what he would taste like if you just had the chance to lick the droplets with your tongue. Last night, you got your chance. Carding your hands through his hair, you extended that beautiful neck of his and made it yours. He groaned as you did – he liked how you handled him and it only made you want to squeeze him more.

He was sexy, but you also knew that wasn’t the only reason why you desired him...

Perhaps you were just a monster.

Whatever it was… you wanted him last night. You knew it before you even had the business meeting booked. That’s why you bought lingerie. That’s why you went to the bar. That’s why you let him come inside you.

But now, after all the things you did to each other under the cover of darkness, you had to deal with the consequences in the harsh light of the day. You needed to speak to Hoseok. You needed to figure out what you wanted. You needed to just get through this day.

The elevator rang again as it arrived at the next stop; it wasn’t the lobby. People were going to be entering the cab… a distraction. You straightened yourself up as best as you could, noticing how your hand cramped from squeezing the railing so hard. You clamped your thighs together, feeling exposed by how shamelessly dampened your panties had become during the short ride through last night’s memories.

When the doors flew open… there he was. Hoseok. Looking tall, and handsome in his suit. His ebony hair styled and falling slightly into his eyes. He hadn’t noticed you yet. He just stood there staring down at the carpet. You weren’t sure if he was going to get in or let the cab pass. What you did know is he was going through what you were going through. Exhaustion. Confusion. Guilt.

He finally made a move to step across the threshold, and that’s when his eyes snapped up to meet yours. Frozen, his features gave you no indication that he felt anything at all. But, you could hear the gears turning in his head as he decided whether or not to enter a confined space with you.

After another moment or so, he did. You became acutely aware that you hadn’t taken a breath in a while. You tried to exhale as subtly as possible.

Hoseok took his place next to you, straightened his shoulders and coughed slightly. He said nothing to you, nor did he look at you either. To the casual observer, you and Hoseok appeared to be nothing more than strangers. No one would have known that you spent the last hours wrapped around each other. But to you, the tension hung heavy in the air.

You wanted so desperately to say something to him, but you weren’t sure what was going to fall from your mouth if you opened it…

… Last night was a mistake.

… Last night can never happen again.

… Last night was the best fucking night of my life.

… When can we see each other again?

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Cobalt & Charcoal

One-Shot

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Fantasy

Dig Deep

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Series

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Drabble

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Supernatural

Late Bloomer ⭐

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Please Be Naked ⭐

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