Im Not Yours | Kth. Masterlist

I’m Not Yours | kth. masterlist

“When the rain stops you shine on me, your light’s the only thing that keeps the cold out.”

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary : When your childhood best friend, Kim Taehyung moves back into town, you expect the next few years to be reminiscent of your younger years. Awkward, tense and quiet. What you don’t expect is being forced to distract him from his overbearing crush on your mutual best friend, Eunji.

↠ genre : university au, estranged childhood friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, idiots to lovers, art student!taehyung, literature student!reader, angst, fluff & smut

↠ rating : 18+

↠ warnings : swearing, mentions of anxiety and depression, bad & toxic friends, lots of feelings, small forms of violence (with other characters), explicit sexual content. (additional warnings will be given with each chapter!)

↠ banner : by the sweetest @lavienvante 🤎 thank you so much for making me the prettiest banner!! <3 go check out her works 🤎

↠ a/n : here is the masterlist for my first series! i am beyond excited to share this with you & i hope you enjoy this journey as much as i do! happy reading <3

↠ series song : christmas tree - taehyung (the lyrics fit this series oh so perfectly 🤎)

❦ chapter 1 : a lane in the public gardens at arles - 1888 [7K]

❦ chapter 2 : water lilies and japanese bridge - 1899 [10K]

❦ chapter 3 : the weeping woman - 1937 [22K]

❦ chapter 4 : at eternity’s gate - 1890 [writing…]

❦ chapter 5 : starlight street at night - 1990

❦ chapter 6 : the night cafe - 1888

❦ chapter 7 : snow at argenteuil - 1874

❦ chapter 8 : almond blossoms - 1890

❦ chapter 9 : the artist’s garden at giverny - 1900

❦ chapter 10 : view from the artist’s window - 1823

❦ epilogue : the starry night - 1889

❦ extras :

↠ glossary - a closer insight to the iny!world & characters. here you can find the answers to any important questions and information about the characters. this will be added to as the story goes on.

↠ playlist - have a listen to their songs (thank you @lavienvante for helping 🤎)

↠ your thoughts - a collection of our thoughts

start date : 30.12.21 || 00:00 KST

finish date :

↠ FAQ :

how often will you update?

updates for this series will be random! i will be writing as much as i can in my free time. i am busy right now with my jobs & uni, so my updates will be scheduled around that. i do however, work on this series daily and love seeing what everyone has to say about it <3

how i envision y/n & eunji?

here you can find moodboards that portray how i personally see both y/n & eunji !! you’re all open to your own interpretation of course, but i wanted to share mine :) feel free to show me how you paint them in your minds!

how i envision iny!tae?

here you can find a variety of pictures that i feel remind me of taehyung in this story. everyone is of course entitled to envision whatever they want to. also, these taehyung’s are not just iny!tae , they can well be a taehyung in another writers story. please understand that i am not gatekeeping any of these taehyung’s to my story.

what do the dates next to the chapters mean?

all of the chapters are named after famous paintings because iny!tae is an art student and iny!oc adores art. the dates beside the chapter title represent the year in which that specific painting was published!

why does taehyung call oc ‘peach’?

peach is a nickname that taehyung gave to oc when they were younger. it is something that has stuck with him since then! the story behind the nickname can be found in chapter two <3

7 hours

How did you get roped into walking a marathon with your soon-to-be-ex-husband?

Pairing: Taehyung x F!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Non-idol AU, smut, angst

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: Explicit outdoors sex, swearing, reference to miscarriage, infidelity

He’s familiar but different from the last time you saw him. You’d have noticed him even if he hadn’t told you he was going to be here.

You’ve always noticed him. He’s beautiful, of course, warm golden skin and thick dark hair raked carelessly back off his forehead. His dark brows are usually straight slashes across his forehead, unless they’re drawn together, like they are now.

He’s looking at your legs in the unexpectedly revealing leggings you got online without noticing the sheer panels across the thighs.

When he gets close enough you’re the first to speak.

‘Hi Tae,’ you say. You want to smile but the history between you stills the curve of your lips.

He’s not doing much better. A corner of his mouth twitches upwards briefly. His voice when he speaks, is that familiar rich baritone you fell in love with. It’s got deceptive warmth, his voice, it makes him sound caring even when he doesn’t. You don’t think he really cared, by the end.

‘Hi Y/N.’

You’d promised each other you wouldn’t be bitter about the past.

You wait for the safety briefing. You are together, you’re doing this walking marathon together, but you’re standing so far apart you doubt an onlooker would be able to guess how well you know each other.

And you do know each other well. There was a point in your life when you wanted to spend forever with Tae. It’s such a cliche that forever’s never as long as you think it’s going to be.

Taehyung glances over at you as you both go through the warm-up exercise the instructor is chirpily exhorting people to join in with.

You catch his eye because you’d been looking over at him too. You’d been admiring the muscles in his back. Tae’s never been a gymrat, but he eats well and he’s genetically blessed.

As you line up at the starting gates, Tae pulls a banana out of his bag. ‘Want one?’ he asks.

‘No thanks,’ you reply.

‘I have a whole bunch,’ Taehyung tells you. He pulls a brown paper bag out of his pack.

You snort. ‘Why would you bring a whole bunch of bananas?’

‘Sugar, electrolytes,’ Taehyung says. ‘They’re a marathon essential.’

He’s acting like he’s done a marathon before. He hasn’t, and neither have you. Unless you count enduring the final stretch of your failed relationship.

‘Ok sure,’ you say, just because you think you’re about to start and you want him to put them back in his bag. You take a banana from him.

It’s a cool crisp winter’s day, perfect weather for a marathon that’s going to take you around the city. As the starting horn goes off, you’re reminded by a man with a bullhorn that no running is allowed and to look out for cars.

Taehyung reaches for your banana peel and tosses it in a bin. You focus on trying to get into an even rhythm with him.

At this point you’ve spent more of your life walking close to him, touching him, than walking apart from him.

He doesn’t seem in any hurry to speak, even though this is the whole reason why you’re doing this marathon together.

You don’t want to ruin it either. It’s been so long since you last spoke to him without anger, and though it’s not at the surface now, you know it’s still in you. You’re still so angry it feels like a knot inside you, a snarled mass of rage you can never forget.

You’ve never had a problem forgiving Tae. It’s the forgetting you have trouble with.

Taehyung’s looking at you now. ‘How’s work?’ he asks, neutrally.

‘It’s ok. It’s been busy lately,’ you say. You’re an executive assistant to a comms director in a social media company.

He’s an activist for the environment, passionate about climate change. He was a lawyer, before this. He’s eloquent, articulate, and you’re sure the fact that he looks like a beautiful avenging angel doesn’t hurt either. He’s in huge demand. He has so many speaking engagements he has his own assistant, something that’s blown up over the last couple of years.

You met at university, before all this. He was just your Taehyung then.

You blink away the memory of Tae at university. He’s always been a decent guy, unlike his equally good-looking friends. He’s never gone through a fuckboy phase. Cocky, yes, borderline arrogant, yes, but he’d never given you a reason to doubt his loyalty to you. It made it all the more devastating when you found out.

‘How are you?’ you ask. You’ve settled into an easy rhythm now, the other marathon walkers have dispersed, and there’s distance between the pair of you and anyone else. You feel like you’re in your own bubble.

‘I’m ok. Been travelling a lot. Seems ironic for a climate change activist.’

You smile, wryly. ‘The rules don’t apply to you, do they?’ The words are barbed, and you almost wish you could swallow them back down.

Taehyung smiles back but doesn’t say anything.

‘How’s Jinx?’ he asks. Jinx is the grey shorthair you got when you first got married and moved in together. She’s always been more a fan of Tae than she has been of you, but strangely, she’s put up with having just you around since Tae moved out.

‘Same.’

Taehyung points to one of the yellow arrows delineating your route. ‘We’ve got to turn left,’ he says.

You hate it when he tells you what to do. You sigh, because you know you’re being unreasonable. He’s just showing you the direction – if someone else did it, you’d thank them.

It’s only because it’s Tae.

Taehyung turns to look at you again. ‘Am I annoying?’

‘Yeah,’ you say. You laugh. ‘No, you’re not that annoying.’

‘You’re annoying too,’ he says. He actually sounds a little huffy about it.

‘Yeah? Why am I annoying?’

‘You think you know everything,’ Taehyung replies, raising an eyebrow. ‘Not everything has to be your way to be right.’

His words roll off you. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before.

‘And you never listen,’ you reply, voice low. You’re struggling to keep neutral, because you can feel the anger in you bubbling to the surface.

‘I’m listening now,’ he retorts. He runs a finger through his hair, and his eyes flash. ‘I’ve got nothing but time now.’

‘You don’t listen to me,’ you say, hopelessly.

‘Avoid sweeping statements,’ Taehyung says. His eyes flash. ‘Isn’t that what Fred said?’

Fred was your marriage counsellor.

‘Fuck Fred,’ you say, venom in your voice.

‘Fuck Fred,’ Taehyung chimes in, vehemently.

You stare at each other, and you laugh despite yourself. ‘I’m not here to take sides,’ you say, mimicking Fred’s deep voice.

Taehyung’s better at mimicry than you. ‘That’s not the underlying issue here,’ he says. He sounds just like Fred, and you laugh again.

You pull at Taehyung’s arm so he doesn’t step out in front of a car speeding along the road you’re trying to cross.

‘They said to be careful about crossing roads,’ you say, rolling your eyes. ‘See? You didn’t listen.’

Taehyung looks at you, expressionless. You cock an eyebrow at him, challenging him to contradict you.

You’re at the five-mile mark before he speaks again.

‘Isn’t there a rest stop soon?’

You fish the map you were given out of your pocket.

‘Half a mile, apparently,’ you say, tracing a finger along the paper. ‘Why?’

‘I need the bathroom.’

You wrinkle your nose. Taehyung’s bathroom habits are a mystery you unlocked when you lived together. You guess once you’ve lived through shared norovirus nothing is really sacred.

You feel a sudden pang of sadness. You’d cleaned up after him after norovirus, and he’d done the same for you after –

You wonder if things might have worked out differently if you hadn’t had your miscarriage. Tae’d seemed indifferent about children, you hadn’t really talked about it before you got pregnant. After he’d found out, though, he’d seemed happy, bright, optimistic.

Your shared history is filled with moments like this, pockets that burn bright through the fabric of everyday. He’d held you in your shared bed, and you hadn’t really cried, but you still remember the wet of his tears on the back of your neck as he’d sobbed silently after you’d lost the baby.

You haven’t cried since, but the grief sometimes hits you, reminds you of its background presence.

Taehyung’s looking at you, and you wonder if he can hear your thoughts. You were together for so long you wouldn’t be surprised if he can pick up inklings. He’s always been more perceptive than you’ve given him credit for.

You look up and notice the distinctive blue banner signifying a rest stop.

‘I’ll wait inside,’ you say, gesturing to the signs that are advertising hot coffee.

Taehyung looks askance at the row of portable toilets set up outside.

‘Beggars,’ you say.

He rolls his eyes. ‘Got any – ‘

You’re already passing him wet wipes, antibac gel.

‘Want a coffee?’ you call out after him.

‘Maybe,’ Tae replies.

It’s exactly the kind of annoying answer he always gives you, postponing a decision rather than making it right away and saving everyone bother.

You head inside and queue up for coffee. You grab an extra pastry for Tae just in case. You’re looking around the room when you see another familiar face.

It’s Minho.

You’re not proud of it, but after you and Tae separated, you had a brief fling with Chan Minho. He’s a lawyer who used to work with Tae before Tae moved on to activism, and when you’d seen him at the bar after you found out about Tae and his assistant, you’d thought, why not?

You pretend to be studying the flyer on the wall, but you hear your name anyway.

You turn to face Minho. ‘Hi,’ you say, pretending you’ve just seen him.

‘Hey,’ he says, smiling. He’s gorgeous, attractive in a way that’s different from Tae’s brooding, intimidating good looks. Minho looks friendly, open. He’s the golden retriever to Tae’s Doberman.

You wonder what your subconscious is trying to tell you about how you view men.

Minho’s still smiling at you. ‘I didn’t know you did marathons?’

‘It’s my first one,’ you say pleasantly. The fling with Minho had ended amicably, you think, you’d used your recent promotion as an excuse, saying you were simply too busy. The truth was, after Tae, everyone else seemed bland in comparison.

That’s a secret you’ll take to your grave.

You’re chatting to Minho when Taehyung comes up to you both. He reaches for your second coffee cup as though he actually had asked you to get him a coffee. He nods at Minho. ‘Hey.’

Minho looks at him curiously. ‘Are you doing this together?’

‘Didn’t Y/N say?’ Taehyung asks.

‘You never came up,’ you say smoothly, smiling innocently at Taehyung.

Taehyung stares at you for a moment.

Minho says, a little awkwardly, ‘well, see you around, guys.’

Neither of you say goodbye to him.

‘I didn’t realise you knew Minho that well?’ Taehyung asks, an edge to his voice as you toss your coffee cup in the trash.

You look at him. Is he really doing this right now? You bristle at his audacity.

He looks back at you evenly.

‘I didn’t realise you knew Hana that well?’ you ask, mimicking his tone.

Taehyung, maddeningly, takes his time answering.

‘I slept with Hana once, and I’ve regretted it ever since,’ he says, finally.

You’re walking fast, faster than the pace you set at the beginning. You’re trying to burn off the adrenaline coursing through your veins at the sound of Hana’s name coming out of Taehyung’s mouth.

Taehyung’s keeping up effortlessly.

‘I’m sorry,’ Taehyung says.

You don’t give him the satisfaction of eye contact.

‘You should be,’ you say, quietly.

‘So what, just because I slept with Hana that gave you free rein to sleep with Minho? We’re still married, Y/N!’

‘Don’t quote the sanctity of marriage vows to me,’ you seethe.

It hasn’t escaped your attention that the other walkers are giving you a wide berth.

‘I see you’re not denying it,’ Taehyung says. There’s no anger in his voice now.

‘Yes. Minho and I fucked.’

Taehyung looks like you’ve slapped him.

You’re not going to let him make you the bad guy.

You’re both equally culpable for the demise of your marriage. It’s not even about the infidelity – that was just a symptom of how things had spiralled between you.

It came down to a choice, and at the end of the day, each of you had chosen fucking someone else over going back to the pain of not being able to communicate.

You’re more similar than you knew.

***

You’re on the tenth mile when Taehyung speaks again. ‘Those two in front of us. Did you see the names on their race bibs?’

So this is how it’s going to go. You’re adding your infidelities to the growing pyre of unspoken things between you.

‘Beauty and the Beast?’ you snort.

‘I think we can take them,’ Taehyung says.

‘We can’t run.’

‘You can walk faster can’t you?’ Taehyung scoffs.

He doesn’t wait for a reply as he accelerates.

This is what you’ve always loved about Taehyung. He’s serious, he’s responsible, he’s sexy as fuck, but your favourite thing about him has always been that he’s fun.

Your husband is so much fun when he wants to be.

You’re hurrying to catch up with Tae. He turns back, boxy grin flashing at you, and you realise you’re also smiling.

You catch up, and he holds out his arm. Automatically, you slip your hand into the crook of his elbow, and he tucks his arm close.

‘Where did you get your leggings?’ he asks.

‘Online,’ you reply, raising an eyebrow.

‘Sexy,’ he says.

You hope your cheeks are flushed enough that your blush doesn’t show.

He’s on two missions now, one to catch up with Beauty and the Beast, and one to make you blush.

He’s always been good at whatever he puts his mind to.

‘Your tits seem bigger.’

‘They’re the same size they always were,’ you retort. You turn away so he can’t see your face.

Taehyung tilts his head at you. God, he’s so handsome.

‘How’s your dick?’ you ask.

‘It’s fine, thank you for asking,’ Taehyung replies. ‘I’ve been working out.’

‘Working out your dick?’ you ask, feigning innocence.

He laughs. ‘Want to find out?’

‘No thank you,’ you say, looking at him sternly.

You’re so close to your targets you’re going to have to pass them or invade their personal space.

You veer right, and Taehyung veers left.

He tugs your arm. ‘Come on,’ he says.

You change direction and overtake Beauty and the Beast.

‘You feeling ok?’ he asks.

‘Yeah. You? How are your feet?’ you ask.

Taehyung looks down at the red and white running shoes on his feet.

‘They’re ok.’

‘You didn’t buy new shoes just for this did you?’ you ask.

He shrugs. ‘My old shoes were falling apart.’

‘You’re meant to break them in first,’ you say, rolling your eyes.

Taehyung looks at your shoes. ‘Your shoes are new too.’

‘I’ve walked many miles in these,’ you say. ‘Some of us prepare.’

‘I can tell you’ve been training,’ Taehyung says. ‘Those leggings show off a lot.’

As you’re formulating a reply, he slides his hand over your ass and gives it a squeeze.

You step away from him. ‘Stop it.’

‘I’m your husband,’ he says, smirking at you.

‘Marital rape is a thing,’ you point out. ‘You’re the lawyer.’

‘I’m not raping you. If we fucked, it’d be consensual,’ Taehyung says.

Infuriatingly, Taehyung’s not wrong. By the time he moved out, you hadn’t slept together in a while.

It’s not because there was anything wrong with the sex. It was the one thing you’d always got right between you. But when the communication had stopped, the sex had stopped too.

You haven’t slept with anyone since Minho, and it wasn’t his fault he wasn’t Tae.

You remember the first time you and Tae met, in the library. You’d dropped off some books in the return bin, and he’d been waiting behind you as you scanned your ID.

You’d been used to boys checking you out at university, so you hadn’t even needed to look at him to know he’d noticed you.

It was a new thing for you to notice him. He was the most gorgeous guy you’d seen in a while.

He was taller than you, broad shouldered, floppy haired. He’d smiled at you as you walked past him. ‘Hey,’ he’d said.

You’d looked at him. ‘Hi.’

‘You’re in my politics class,’ he’d said, with such confidence you’d stopped walking. ‘I’m Taehyung.’

‘Y/N,’ you’d replied. ‘Done the assignment yet?’

‘I think I need help. What are you doing after this?’ he’d asked, smooth as silk.

You’d gone to his room, and you’d had sex on his desk because his bed was too covered in books and papers.

He hadn’t needed your help at all, and you’d both known it.

Your relationship with Taehyung was easy, so easy, at the beginning. You’d gone from hooking up to going on dates in a progression that felt completely natural.

Taehyung’s never been shy about letting you know how he feels, and you’ve always taken your cues from him.

You were the couple, out of all your friends, that everyone would have bet on to last.

You would have bet too.

You would’ve gone all in.

***

You’re putting your feet up, stretching out on the grass as you and Taehyung stop for lunch.

‘They’re providing us with a lot of food, considering it’s a marathon,’ Taehyung remarks. His face is tipped to the sun, and you take a moment to admire how beautiful he looks.

It saddens you to think this might be the last time you spend together.

You’ve got an appointment with your lawyer next week, to sign the divorce papers. Taehyung had suggested doing this walking marathon together, one last chance to talk.

It’d sounded crazy when he’d suggested it, but it had also sounded fun. And then you’d started fundraising and then you couldn’t let your donors or your chosen charity down. So here you were.

Here you are, with your beautiful husband on the most beautiful day of the year so far, and your heart is breaking.

Is this what people mean when they say you have to hit rock bottom to come back? Because you’d thought you were already at the bottom, and you’re scared that there’s more to go.

Taehyung’s leaning forward. He kisses between your brows, so quickly he’s already leaning back before you realise he’s done it.

He’s looking at you, and it’s so hard to meet his gaze.

You toss the kiss on the pile between you, and it lands on top of your infidelities, your lack of communication, your sadness at losing the boy you once knew.

You’re going to cry, and you’re not going to do it in front of him.

‘I’m going to the toilets, then we should get going,’ you say. Your voice is steady, hopefully he’ll think you’re blinking from the blinding sun and not from the hot tears behind your eyelids.

Taehyung’s waiting outside the bathrooms when you come out.

‘You warm enough?’ he asks, and his voice is kind.

‘I will be when we get going,’ you say, composed.

Taehyung’s already draping his scarf around your neck loosely. It smells like him.

‘Who brings a cashmere scarf to a marathon?’ you ask. You’re going for snarky, but it comes out curious.

‘Your husband does,’ he says. He smiles at you. ‘Am I embarrassing you?’

‘Always,’ you say, but you’re smiling back.

Your feet are starting to hurt, but you set a steady pace with Taehyung as you head off together.

Taehyung glances at you. ‘I saw Minho leaving whilst you were in the bathroom. Think we can catch up to him?’

‘Easily,’ you say, determined. ‘And pass him?’

‘I want to beat his ass,’ Taehyung agrees. ‘We on?’

You’ve been walking briskly for half an hour before you spot him.

‘Black jacket,’ you say, nodding towards the distinctive tall figure.

Taehyung holds out his arm, and you grab it automatically.

‘Ready baby?’ he asks, and his voice is so warm you almost sigh.

‘Yeah.’

Minho’s stopped at a pedestrian crossing, waiting for the lights to change.

Taehyung takes a quick look at both sides of the road. ‘Come on,’ he urges, speeding up.

You jog across the road on Taehyung’s arm. A car swerves around the corner, going too fast, and Taehyung accelerates with you. The car horn blares, and you burst into giggles.

‘I want to beat him, but I don’t want to die doing it,’ you say to Tae.

Taehyung grins at you. ‘Come on, baby, commitment’s never been your problem before.’

You stare at him. ‘Is that --- a compliment?’

Taehyung snorts. ‘I compliment you all the time. Didn’t I tell you earlier your tits look banging?’

You ignore him.

The marathon route takes you along a river path. Taehyung looks out across the water.

‘I’ve always wanted to go on a cruise,’ he says.

‘Maybe when you retire,’ you say.

‘If we’re still single then, do you want to?’ he asks.

‘You may be single, but I won’t be,’ you say, just to be bratty.

‘Watch it,’ Taehyung says. ‘We’re still married.’

You realise he’s holding up his hand, showing you the platinum band he’s still wearing on his ring finger.

You look down at your ring finger, where a matching band with diamonds used to be.

‘Where’s your ring?’ Taehyung demands.

‘Sold it,’ you say.

Taehyung gapes at you.

‘I’m kidding,’ you say. ‘I didn’t put it on this morning.’

‘To annoy me,’ Taehyung mutters.

He’s so accurate you can’t stop the giggle that spills out of you.

‘Don’t ever say I don’t know you,’ Taehyung says. He sounds halfway between amused and irritated.

‘Come on, hurry up, we don’t want Minho to catch up,’ you say, changing the subject.

The mile markings seem to be getting further apart.

Taehyung pulls another banana out of his pack and tosses you one. You catch it deftly.

‘Thanks. I’m gonna need more than a banana for my poor feet though,’ you complain.

‘I thought you broke in your shoes,’ Taehyung says. He sounds as tetchy as you. His feet must be hurting too.

You finish your banana and pull your map out of your pocket. ‘It’s a mile to the next rest stop.’

‘I’m not gonna make it,’ Tae says dramatically.

You roll your eyes. ‘Walking a marathon’s just a head game. Your body can do it. It’s just your head telling you you can’t.’

‘Thank you for that insight,’ Taehyung says, sarcastic.

He’s grumpier than you thought.

‘Want to play a game?’ you ask.

‘Isn’t that what we’ve been doing all day?’ he asks.

‘Stop being such a brat, Tae.’

Taehyung scowls at you, and you scowl right back at him.

‘Come on. Let’s take a break. I’ve got some blister plasters that might help.’

‘Let’s try and make it to the next rest station,’ Taehyung protests.

‘If we carry on like we’re doing, we’re never going to make it. Because you’re being annoying, and I’m going to throttle you.’

Reluctantly, Taehyung lets you lead him to a shady tree in the park you’re walking past.

You’re fishing in your pack for your plasters when you realise his face is very close to yours.

He’s looking at your lips.

You reach out and cup his cheek. He closes his eyes, and nudges his face into your hand.

His lips are cold, but he tastes the same as he always has.

‘Tae,’ you murmur.

His arms are around you, pulling you to him.

‘I’ve missed you,’ he says. He licks into your mouth like he’s forgotten the taste of you. His hand cups the back of your head as you kiss.

‘I’ve missed you,’ you tell him. The words are simple, but you’ve never meant anything more.

His breath is warm on your cheek, stuttering as you roll your hips against his. He scoots up against a tree, glancing around before he pulls you closer. You’re in his lap, and your terribly impractical leggings have one great advantage in that they’re so soft you can feel his hardness between your legs.

‘Fuck, are we doing this,’ Taehyung gasps.

You roll your hips over his again. ‘Wanna stop?’

‘Fuck no,’ Taehyung says. He kisses your neck, tongue licking at your skin. One cold hand slips down your top, cupping your breast. You moan as he pinches your nipple.

‘Tae,’ you gasp.

‘Touch yourself,’ he grunts. ‘Get ready for me.’

You slide your hand in your leggings, rubbing against your clit.

Tae’s managed to get your breast out of your top, and he sucks hungrily at your nipple.

‘Fuck,’ you cry. ‘Tae!’

He’s fumbling at the waistband of his sweatpants, lifting his cock out, and despite the fact that you’re in a public park in the middle of a marathon, you take a moment to admire him.

Kim Taehyung possesses the most gorgeous cock you’ve ever seen, and you think it deserves its own moment of acknowledgement.

Taehyung’s smirking at you. ‘I’ll never get sick of the way you admire my cock, baby,’ he says.

‘It’s a fucking monument to phallic greatness,’ you agree. ‘Come fuck me, Tae.’

Taehyung grabs your hips, and in a feat of phenomenal coordination, bucks up into you as he pulls you onto him.

You can’t help crying out as he fills you. You don’t care if anyone hears you, you don’t care if you get arrested for public indecency.

You don’t care about anything except Taehyung and his big fucking cock catapulting you into a fast, intense orgasm. ‘Tae!’ you cry as you cum.

Tae groans. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ His fingers are digging into your hips so hard you know you’ll have bruises on them tomorrow.

You roll your hips again, and he buries his face in your neck as he spills inside you.

Taehyung’s still twitching when you lift off him, pulling up your leggings quickly.

You tuck him into his trousers, and he’s just decent when you hear footsteps approach.

It’s Chan Minho. He looks at you both. ‘I’m sorry. I heard you and wondered if anyone needed help.’

His gaze drops to your chest, and to your mortification, you realise your breast is still out.

‘Oh my god,’ you squeak.

Taehyung, unruffled, curls a hand over your bare breast, covering your nipple. ‘We’re good, Minho,’ he replies.

Taehyung tucks your breast into your top and cups your face until you look at him.

‘You have great tits,’ he tells you, straight-faced. ‘It’s probably the best sight he’s seen all day.’

You shake your head, making a little face at the cum that’s now filling your underwear.

Tae looks at you, commiserating. ‘Was there a lot? I haven’t cum in a while.’

You seriously consider punching him in the dick.

Taehyung holds out his hand to you.

‘Come on. We have a marathon to finish.’

***

Taehyung nudges you. You’re on mile 24, and the sun is setting.

‘Great view, isn’t it?’ he says, quietly.

You nod.

You’re pretty sure you have blisters on both your soles, and every step is painful, but you know you can make it to the finish line.

You’ve come this far.

Taehyung’s holding your hand, has been since you left the last rest stop. Your thumb is rubbing over the slightly tarnished platinum of his ring.

‘I meant what I said,’ he says. ‘I’ve missed you.’

‘I’ve missed you too,’ you say.

You smile up at him.

Are there more things to talk about? Probably. A seven-hour marathon probably isn’t enough to close the yawning chasm that’s opened up between you.

And yet.

You feel like you’ve thrown open the biggest doors, and the bogeymen behind them haven’t been as scary as you thought.

For the first time in a long while, you feel hopeful.

Taehyung’s looking at you still. ‘Are we doing this?’ he asks. His question is ambiguous, but you know what he’s asking you.

‘Do you want to come home, Tae?’ you ask.

His answer is immediate.

‘I think it’s best for Jinx if I do,’ he says. Then he sighs, and turns you to him, tipping your face to his.

‘I’d love to come home to you,’ he says. ‘I can’t think of anything I want more.’

You cup his face. ‘Then come home.’

Taehyung kisses you, softly. Then he presses your hand to his heart, and you cross the finish line together.

©hamsterclaw 2022

10 muses; kth

➳ pairing: photographer!taehyung x artist!reader

➳ genre: college AU, smut, fluff

➳ wc: 9k

➳ synopsis: harboring an innocent crush on taehyung isn’t easy when you’re jealous of his natural talent for photography while you’re struggling with artist’s block.

➳ warnings: explicit language, lots of flirty sexual tension, hand job, thumb sucking, oral (m receiving), spitting, dirty talk, unprotected sex, riding, spanking, creampie, wet hair taehyung. this is filthy, and I’m not sorry whatsoever. taehyung’s an ass guy (questionable?) and a member of the big dick line (wbk).

Transitory light permeates through the autumn foliage, conveniently casting a spotlight on the profile of your sleeping figure. The wavering of the shadows flicker over the thin film of your eyelids. Waking up to the irritable glow of dawn, you flip your pillow over to conceal yourself from reality. Birds obnoxiously trill, signaling the early start of the day. 

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overdue | kth.

— banner by @jamaisjoons 🧸

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary : Wherein Kim Taehyung has many overdue books, and he offers you his sexual services in lieu of the payments.

↠ genre : pwp, fluff, smut, college au, bookshop au, slight strangers to lovers, classmates to lovers

↠ rating : 18+

↠ warnings : swearing, a little bickering, kissing, making out, slight choking, hickies, body worship, oral (m. receiving & allusions to f. receiving), Taehyung hits it from the back, unprotected sex (be safe <3), edging, spanking, taehyung being a sly shit, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, creampie, semi-public sex, degradation (slut, whore), praising, begging & it’s soft & soppy towards the end because kim taehyung is a romantic at heart <3

↠ word count : 5K

↠ a/n : hello loves !! and it’s finally here <3 sorry about the delay (life’s been a mess) but i hope you enjoy this quick pwp !! it isn’t my greatest work , but i wanted to post something for my birthday for you all as a thank you for being here <3 thank you to @chateautae ; @kithtaehyung & @kookiestarlight for reading over 🤎 and thank you to @jamaisjoons for the stunning banner 🍪 as always, your feedback is truly appreciated & happy reading !! <3

↠ song : 120 - bad bunny

"Oh, and the name's Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."

"I know your name. We're in the same class," you sigh, turning your back to him, and instead of unpacking your new stack of books. "I just want you to return the books you took out months ago."

"Same class?" Taehyung repeats, leaning on the counter. You aren't even facing him, but you know that he's wearing the usual feline smirk on his lips. "Interesting. I've never noticed you."

Despite the both of you being in Professor Choi's class, you never really speak to one another. You usually sit at the front of the lecture hall, and Taehyung opts for the seats at the back instead.

You and Taehyung are quiet class members, not really interacting with anyone instead of relishing in your own company. A part of you always yearned to approach him, but your nerves ended up getting the best of you.

The boy always had a mysterious aura surrounding him, and you couldn't help but be intrigued by him. When you first met Taehyung, he always carried a book with him, and he never really spoke. You'd hear him converse with Professor Choi here and there, and his mellow voice always ignited something deep within you. It was soft but alluring at the same time.

He would usually spend most of his time in the library, hidden away in the corner with a box of strawberries, jazz music spilling from his laptop as he reads either classical poetry or manga. The sight always makes you snicker, the differences between his choices being so stark.

The more you saw of him, though, the more your crush grew; however, your infatuation slowly began to fluctuate from the moment you began to see who he really was.

His flirtatious attitude, snarky remarks, and mischievous glint in his eyes always keep you on edge.

You don't hate him, but his personality can be hard to keep up with.

Taehyung frequently visits your father's bookshop, popping in at least twice a week to take out a few books. He's undoubtedly an avid reader and enjoys all sorts of genres which you don't mind at all. The only problem you truly have with the stupidly handsome bloke is that he never seems to return his books. And the books he doesn't return just so happen to be your favourite.

"Just bring the books back by Sunday." You reply, knowing that he's trying to embarrass you, shifting to face him with an exasperated face. "Otherwise, I'll tell my father, and you'll have to deal with him, which isn't fun at all… his books are his babies."

"Ah, I've met him plenty of times. We happen to be great friends," Taehyung remarks, sighing dramatically with a shit-eating grin on his face, resting his chin in his palms. "Look at me, already infiltrating my way into your family."

"Will you leave?" You request, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"No." Taehyung chimes, showing you his boxy smile that you can't help but melt at. "I know you don't want me to."

You whine and leave the counter, moving to stand before him. Your height difference is remarkable, and you can't help but smile briefly at the way he towers over you.

"The thing is, Miss. Y/N," he mutters, a playful glint colouring his eyes as he notices the way you light up upon hearing your name. "I seem to have misplaced those books." He informs you a little too casually.

"You what?" You retort, visibly angry at what has just come out of Taehyung's mouth.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

"How… how does one just lose a few books?" You complain, throwing your head back. "You're totally paying for those. I'm not getting in trouble because of you."

"Paying?" Taehyung questions in a frivolous manner. "I don't make payments."

"Taehyung."

"My name sounds real good coming out of your mouth, princess."

Great.

"I know another way to pay you… wanna hear me out?" Taehyung suggests with a teasing cadence lacing his tone. You stare at him with curious eyes and notice how his smirk ticks every box.

It's gorgeous. He's gorgeous.

You would've very quickly walked away if it wasn't for his smirk. That slight rise in the corner of his mouth combined with the cool detachment in his eyes… you couldn't help but stare, lightly smirking back. And that mere act was giving him inner delight. Taehyung was evidently savouring the moment, and you both felt the tension thicken.

You have a slight inkling about the way Taehyung wants to pay you. You aren't oblivious to his ways. Coming to the bookshop only on days you worked, 'forgetting' his overdue books, catching him staring at you when you walk into class, hanging around a little longer to see you leave, and more importantly… visiting the store at times, he knows there's no one here, but you.

"I'm listening," you reply, stepping closer to Taehyung, so you're only centimetres away from him.

Taehyung leans down, his lips brushing against yours, as he entangles his fingers with your nimble ones. "Good girl," he whispers, and his hand begins to trail up your bare arm.

Your back hits against the shelf as Taehyung devours your mouth with sheer passion. His one hand lightly chokes you whilst the other holds your head in place.

He kisses you once. Twice. And you know immediately that you can never tire of this man. With vehement urgency, he chases your lips, and you smile into the kiss, his neediness more than apparent. You know more than well that you shouldn't be making out with him in your father's storage room. Any customer could walk in asking for you, heck, so could your father, but that doesn't stop you from kissing Taehyung with a more potent force. You feel utterly feral and slightly shocked as to how Taehyung already has so much power over you.

"Gave in very easily, didn't you?" Taehyung teases, pulling away from your lips and kissing down your jawline. He nips at your skin, most definitely leaving you with marks as a reminder of your shenanigans. He rips open your short, floral-printed linen dress, and you moan as you hear the tear, his strength being a huge turn on for you.

"Oh shut it," you gasp, directing him back to face you. You capture his lips in a fast, rhythmic movement, and he begins to undo your bra. He takes in your chest, and you swear you hear him growl as he looks you up and down.

"You're fucking stunning," he rasps, dipping his head into the junction between your head and shoulder, pressing the most sensuous kisses down to your tits. You moan again, craning your neck and arching your chest to him, craving more of his touch. His veiny arms wrap around you, and you instinctively move closer to him.

"Take off your shirt," you whine, wanting to feel Taehyung's skin against yours. Your wish is accepted immediately, and in one swift movement, Taehyung pulls his shirt over his head with a single hand.

Your hand immediately reaches for his taut chest, and you cascade it down, grabbing his hardened cock through his sweatpants.

"Please let me suck you off," you mutter, palming him whilst gazing up at him with softened eyes.

"Such a slut for my cock already," Taehyung murmurs and you nod, happily admitting.

Taehyung pecks your pouty lips, smirking as he sees you kneel before him. You pull down his trousers and boxers, eyes widening as you drink in just how huge he is. Your wetness grows as you anticipate just how hard he could wreck you with this monster.

"Go on, baby. It's all yours." Taehyung goads, hands moving to rest on your head. Moving forward, he strokes your cheek as he pushes the fat tip of his cock towards your hungry mouth, breathing in at the sensation of your tongue coming out and kitten-licking at his slit, savouring the taste of his arousal on your tongue.

His one hand moves to rest on your head, and the other holds your chin in place, lifting it slightly so he can push himself into your inviting mouth.

"So fucking good," Taehyung groans out celestially as you envelop his sizeable tip. Your one hand holds the rest of his dick whilst the other runs up and down his thick thigh.

You carefully pay attention to sucking on his member flawlessly, aching to be praised.

"You're such a cockslut for me, aren't you?"

Thanks, Taehyung.

You look up and see the man throwing his head back as you sink down on his cock, taking him inch by inch until your nose practically buries itself in his pubic bone. His hand tangles into your hair, threading his warm fingers through your luscious locks.

Greedily, you take more of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his shaft. His guttural groans spur you on, and you feel your chest swell with pride, knowing that Kim Taehyung, who oozes power and dominance, is at your mercy as you suck him dry.

"Fuckk," Taehyung curses when you sink down on him further. You hollow your cheeks, and Taehyung moans at the feeling, his breathing becoming heavier. He thrusts forward and hits the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex, which provokes immediate tears in your eyes.

Your cunt becomes wetter with each sinful sound that leaves his filthy mouth. You abruptly pull back, an idea springing to mind.

Taehyung stares down at you with watery eyes whilst biting his bottom lip. "All good, baby?"

You soften at the pet name but quickly pull yourself together. "Fuck my face."

"You're a little shit," Taehyung laughs, holding your head in place and directing his heavy cock inside your hot mouth. You ravenously deep-throat him, and he moans delectably, gently beginning to fuck your throat.

"Your mouth feels so good. We're definitely doing this again," he moans loudly, and you feel yourself gush at the thought of having Taehyung in your mouth again. He continues ramming himself against your face, groaning blissfully as the euphoric sensations run through him.

"Bet you'll love having your face stuffed with my cock every morning," Taehyung rasps as he drives his length inside your mouth with more force, roughly chasing his release.

Taehyung peers down at you; he sees tears leaking out of your beautiful eyes and drool spilling out of your helpless mouth. You know you look a complete mess, but Taehyung stares at you with adoration. His hips continue to softly rock into your mouth, all while he continues to turn you on more with his dulcet voice.

"Tell me, Y/N. You'd love having your face fucked again, wouldn't you?"

You nod, rubbing your thighs together, the pressure making you want to pull your mouth away and riding him senselessly.

"Not gonna last, love," Taehyung whines. Your hands move to grip his thighs, pushing all of him inside your mouth, almost choking on his monstrous dick. You swirl your tongue around and swallow the mess as Taehyung releases the most lustful moans, deep groans echoing inside this tiny storage room.

Taehyung suddenly picks his pace up, fucking himself into your mouth with newfound vigour. He throws his head back, cursing and hissing at your ministrations. You slurp and suck whilst luxuriating in the way Taehyung begins to unravel.

He unexpectedly pushes you away from his dick, and you whine out of frustration, wanting him to have spilt his seed down your throat. Taehyung himself trembles at the loss, wanting to shove his cock back inside your mouth. But he resists the urge and instead pulls you up towards him, crashing your lips together and sloppily kissing you.

His sinful tongue moves in sync with yours, and you tug at his dark locks, the urge to have him inside you proliferating.

"I can't wait anymore," he smirks, spanking your ass, and cursing at the sight of you throwing your head back with rolled eyes. "Need to feel your tight pussy swallow me."

"Please, Tae.." you whine, running your hands all over his smooth chest. "Fuck me."

Taehyung feels himself become harder at your begging. He never expected you to reciprocate his energy. Taehyung always thought of you as shy and innocent, but he knew you were far from that judging by what he’s seen today. Not that he was complaining, though; if anything, the little crush he did have on you harboured into something more.

Instead of responding, Taehyung swiftly turns you around, and you come to face a stack of new books. You really shouldn't be letting him fuck you here, but you were far too pent up to stop him.

Taehyung runs his hand down your spine, and you shiver at the new sensation. "So beautiful," he mutters as he rests his hand on your ass. His hard cock rubs against your cheeks, eliciting heat to run through your core. You take a step back, rubbing yourself against him shamelessly.

The gap between the two of you is smoothly closed as Taehyung steps forward, his hot breath fanning your shoulder. He dips his head towards your ear and takes your earlobe between his lips, making you purr. Taehyung doesn't miss the chance to whisper in your ear, knowing it'll only heighten the tension.

"Can I fuck you?" He asks whilst kneading your ass with his large hands.

You laugh before responding, "You ask that now?"

"Consent is vital, my love," Taehyung mumbles, dropping his head to press a kiss against your shoulder, eliciting a shiver from you.

Fuck, this man really is going to be the end of you.

"Well, it'll never be a no from me," you reply, goosebumps forming at your slight confession. You turn around and wink at him with a knowing smirk, shocking yourself with your bold behaviour.

"Fuck, I could get used to this," he says hoarsely before turning you back around. Taehyung touches you all over as he grinds his body against yours in the most seductive way. The sweat has formed glistens against his skin, making him appear hotter than usual.

"Hurry," you whine, becoming impatient. Taehyung chuckles, and dives for your neck, biting it slightly, making you moan indulgently in his hold. Your knees buckle, but his firm grip on your hips stops you from tripping.

A devilish smirk dances across Taehyung's lips as he raises his palm, hitting it against your ass harshly.

"Fuck, Taehyung," you groan as the sting spreads. His fingers move to your pussy, gathering your slick. Taehyung sucks his coated digits, moaning at the sweetness of your arousal.

"Do you always taste this good, princess?" Taehyung grits, his hand now thumbing at your clit. "Who's got you this wet, hmm?"

"Y-you, just do something," you moan, pushing yourself back to feel Taehyung, hoping that he'd provide you with some sort of relief.

"Bet you could come just like this," he continues to rub your clit, lips brushing against your pulse point.

You shudder with pleasure, immediately conveying to him how good you feel. Taehyung removes his mouth from your pulse point to instead press delicate kisses against your jawline.

"I'd love to fuck you every day," he huskily whispers, "making you cum again and again," he adds before turning you back to face him. Taehyung mouths at you sensually, kissing you with an insatiable force that leaves you breathless when you pull away.

You arch into him, and Taehyung knows you need more. He smirks at the way you evidently fall into submission. He imagines fucking you in his bed, shower, eating you out in the library where you have to stay quiet.

"Please do something," you complain. Taehyung reaches forward, pressing kisses against the column of your throat. You drag your nails down his chest, eliciting a playful growl.

"Want me to fuck you, hmm?" Taehyung teases you. You quickly nod, moaning his name, hoping it urges him to hurry up and fuck you senseless.

Taehyung brings his warm hand to cup your breast, evoking another needy moan from you. He hisses pleasurably at your lewd sigh, and you twitch in his hold.

"I'm going to ruin you," he whispers in his low-pitched voice as he fondles your tit, dipping his head down towards your chest to press open-mouthed kisses. Taehyung decorates your skin with purple, flourishing hickies.

You feel Taehyung smirk against your skin when you let out a sultry sound.

"Really sensitive, aren't you?" he notes, his breath tickling your ear, leaving you to feel more aroused and dizzy. You physically feel your pussy gush, and your body buzzes at the unmitigated effect Taehyung has on you.

"Oh, Taehyung, please just give me your cock," you whine loudly, the need to feel him inside you growing. You swear you can combust untouched, his mere gaze enough to unravel you.

"Wanna turn around again so I can fuck you?" he sighs out against your lips before joining them together for the umpteenth time that evening.

You move your hands to cup Taehyung's cheeks, kissing him with zealous force, hoping he'd understand how needy you are.

"You're so fucking hot," he exhales wistfully, smothering his lips with yours again for an all too chaste kiss.

"Want you in me now," you prompt him urgently, "wan' your big cock."

Taehyung hastily tightens his grip on your waist, "Go on then, baby, turn around for me."

He doesn't need to tell you twice, shifting, so you're face-to-face with the books again. You glance over your shoulder fleetingly, admiring Taehyung's pleasing build.

His perfectly sculpted body, his messy black hair, built arms, and that damn smirk of his has you feeling giddy all over again. You can only wish that you're able to see this site more often. The most erotic thoughts flood your mind, and you grow more impatient, anticipating his next move.

Taehyung catches you staring at him, and a mirthy smile graces his face as he grabs hold of his length, pumping himself a few times. His tip painfully glints a burning red, and it leaves a heavy ache in your core.

Taehyung catches you off-guard, grabbing hold of your hips and yanking you back so your ass presses against him. You jump and quickly peek behind you with confused eyes, only to see a shit-eating grin on his face.

He drags the palm of his large hand down your smooth back, relishing in your silky smooth skin. "So fucking sexy," he mutters, "we're so doing this again."

Reaching for your ass, he slaps it playfully, "Gonna make you feel so good, baby. You'll never want another man."

"Taehyung, please," you groan, frustrated. He mutters a soft apology before rubbing his hard-on against your ass, stepping closer to press the length of his girthy cock against your soaked folds.

This is actually happening.

Kim Taehyung is going to fuck you, and fuck you good.

Your legs part on their own, and you arch your back, offering your ass to the man shamelessly. Taehyung curses at the salacious scene, pressing his cock further into you and somehow growing harder.

"Fucking perfect," he rasps with his mellow voice, "ready?"

"You've got me all soaked; of course, I'm ready!"

"Fuck," Taehyung laughs, groaning as he rubs the tip of his hard cock up and down your dripping pussy. He teases your hole, pressing his dick but never pushing it in. Your mouth hangs open at the contact, and your breathing quickens.

"Gonna stretch this tight cunt out so good, baby," he mumbles to himself, goading you with gentle pressure.

"Just put it in," you impatiently urge, wiggling your ass against him, tired of his unnecessary teasing.

Taehyung finally gives in, pushing against you. He slides his cock past your folds, burying himself deep inside. The two of you groan at the lewd feeling, and you mutually feel the tension rise.

Taehyung emits a guttural moan as he watches the view of him entering your tight pussy. He hears you release the most sinful sounds, and seeing you bask in the feeling of him filling you up whole makes him smile.

"Taehyung…"

"Fuck, the way you moan my name," he breathes out as he buries himself to the hilt, hips rolling into you with the deepest of strokes. "It's the only name you'll ever moan from now on."

Taehyung fits inside you snuggly, grinding in you with small and precise thrusts. His fingers dig into your hips, and his eyes fixate on the heavy swell of your ass. He groans satisfyingly, watching his cock slip in and out of you with ease, thighs rubbing against the back of yours in the most orgasmic way.

"T-Taehyung, fuck, you're too big." You whimper, your entire body craving more of him.

"But you'll learn to take it, won't you?" he prompts, shutting his eyes and dipping his head to rest at your shoulder as he begins to smack his hips into yours relentlessly. Your walls flutter, and Taehyung tries hard to contain his load, not wanting to shoot his seed inside you just yet.

"Faster.." you plead, body shaking with maximal pleasure.

Taehyung heeds, going deeper and picking up his speed to hit the best spots inside you. You press your temple against the shelving, ignoring the dull pain as he fucks you with languid, steady strokes. You feel his cock throb inside you, provoking you to moan his name again.

"Harder.." you mewl, compelling him to growl as he provides you with forceful thrusts, growling animalistically when he hears you cry out in delight. His muscular arm reaches forward, veiny hand gripping your breast, pinching your hardened nipple as he presses sloppy kisses just behind your ear, your body letting him know that it's your sensitive spot.

"That's it, pretty angel, you're doing so well," Taehyung praises, thrusting with more fidelity as your walls pulse around him, "Goddamn this pussy," he pants breathlessly. He knows you are getting close and snakes his other hand down to your clit, rubbing vigorously as he drives you closer towards the edge, eliciting the whiniest sounds from you.

"Mmm, Tae, you feel so, so good," you cry as he rams his cock further into your wetness, groaning at the sensation. His delicious abuse on your swollen clit makes you hiss in pleasure.

"That's right, Y/N. Moan, my name," Taehyung rasps, continuing his onslaught and pulling you back onto him.

"Holy shit, Taehyung!" Your knees buckle at the savouring drag of his appetising length, and hearing your name from his sinful mouth makes your eyes roll back.

"Right there, baby?"

"Oh God, yea.." you moan, nodding your head incessantly.

You mewl again, arousal spilling out of you, but Taehyung fucks it right back in. He pinches your nipple whilst simultaneously teasing your clit. Taehyung sucks a hickey on your neck, cum aching his heavy balls as he pumps into your soaked walls.

You throw your head back onto his shoulder, stretching your hand to tug at the short tendrils of his hair. Taehyung knows precisely what you mean without you having said any words.

"Wann' see your face," you whimper, "need to feel you more.."

Taehyung smirks at your neediness, pulling out of you reasonably quickly. You both wince at the loss of warmth, and he wastes no time in turning you around and lifting you up, deeply penetrating you again. Taehyung continues with the same, brisk pace as before, and you wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer to you, so your foreheads touch.

"Oh, this is much better," he murmurs, "been dreaming of this for the longest time."

"Me too. I won’t need to touch myself anymore," you purr, "I'm all yours to fuck now."

Taehyung moans deeper at your revelation, and you begin to grind against him as an attempt to alleviate the burning pressure that shoots through your core. Your moans start to turn into gasps, and you know you're more than close.

"Where do you want me to come, princess?"

"Fill me up," you manage to whimper. That probably wasn't the wisest suggestion from you, but you crave to feel full of his cum, squeezing against him to urge him more. “I want your cum inside me.”

"Holy shit!" he grunts, his orgasm hitting him. Taehyung's hot cum shoots inside you, painting your insides white. He moves impossibly closer, rubbing his face against your collarbone.

Taehyung's arm sneaks around your waist, bringing you closer to him as he repeatedly pecks you all over your face.

A romantic man indeed.

He is mindful of your sensitivity, allowing you to relax before picking up his pace again.

You're at a loss of words, the only thing on your mind being that you're being fucked full of Taehyung's cum. You notice his eyes fixated on where you both connect, and you follow his gaze.

The both of you watch your stomach clench and relax with pleasure. Taehyung's thrusts begin to stutter, and he throbs hard, fearing that he may possibly shoot his second load into you before you can even have your first release.

You sob and wail, clutching onto him tighter. Taehyung's hand cascades down towards your engorged clit, rubbing it fervently with the hopes that you'll perhaps squirt around his cock.

"Close?" he asks you as he grunts, rubbing your clit harder and faster. You vigorously nod, eyes closing as the pleasure engulfs you warmly.

"Come all over me, angel. All over my cock," he demands, rutting against you in a frantic manner.

You clench down on him as you release with a string of curse words. You ride out your climax with him, and he puts less pressure on your clit, instead enthralled as he watches you in your throes of pleasure.

Taehyung's confidence heightens, smirking as he recalls the way you've been screaming his name all evening. The simple thought of you squirting both his and your mess out spurs him on, and he swears he could fuck you all over again right now.

"That was fucking incredible." You're breathless, carefully slip out of his hold, leaning against his broad chest for support.

Taehyung pulls you into him, pressing soft kisses against the crown of your head, and his arms wrap around you. Your chest swells, feeling shy as you curve further into his warm body. He dips his head down to litter soft kisses over the hickies he made, and in turn, you peck his chest before pulling yourself back to face him.

"I haven't lost any of the books, by the way," Taehyung admits, chuckling as he rests his head on top of yours.

"I figured," you snicker back, gingerly wrapping your arms around his waist.

"And I also know they're your favourite."

"Oh, really?" You awe at his cute smile.

"Yeah… I've kept them safe with the hopes that I'll get to read them to you with my deep voice you like so much." You playfully smack his chest, unable to handle the way he's exposing you.

"Well, maybe one day you can."

The two of you gently smile as you embrace one another's presence. Maybe working in your father’s bookshop wasn’t so bad of an idea.

"So… where do we go from here?" Taehyung whispers, gently stroking your hair.

You know exactly where you want to go from here.

You want to wake up to Taehyung’s messages. You want to bring him his favourite morning beverage, and walk to class with him, arm securely wrapped around his bicep.

You want to sit with him in lecture, but only pay attention to him and him only. You want to complete your assignments together, and when stress overcomes you both, you want to be able to freely ride him as he wraps his hand around your throat, fucking up into you as tears of pleasure spill from your pretty eyes.

You want Taehyung to be the one who pushes your face into his sheets as he fucks you from behind on a random Tuesday night. You want Taehyung’s deep voice to be the one that spews the filthiest of words into your ear, whispering confessions of how nothing compares to the feeling of your tight pussy engulfing his cock.

Picnics, library dates, walks in the park, spontaneous makeout sessions that result in him eating you out over and over… you want it all, and you want it all with Kim Taehyung and him only.

"Well, I'd love to go to your bedroom first" you decide to tease, staring at him with suggestive eyes, "you did say you could get used to this."

Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, slowly nodding at your suggestion.

"I'm making you mine all over again," he whispers, flashing you his signature smirk before reaching down to join your lips again. His arms tighten around your waist, cinching you to him, and your hands entangle in his hair, feeling the silken strands between your fingers. “We’re not finishing anytime soon.”

You smile to yourself, feeling giddy as you acknowledge that your feelings for Taehyung are mutual. Swaying in his embrace, you daydream about life with him again. Waking up to him, reading in his arms, baking with him… every thought felt surreal. You know that both of you will love one another with your all, and that was something you were excited to explore with Taehyung.

"Okay, but not here!" You pull back, pouting as you examine your surroundings. "We should really clean up."

"Will do… but after this," Taehyung winks, dropping down to his knees. He parts your legs and nether lips, licking you shamelessly with his flat tongue before sucking on your clit. Your hands reach down to hold onto his messy hair, pushing him closer to your gushing cunt as you filthily moan. Taehyung pulls back to look up at you with an impish smirk before shifting his attention back to your pussy and devouring it whole.

paris in the rain | kth (m)

summary: you’re stuck in the city of lights, but your mood is anything but romantic. no, you’re stuck here against your will and nothing (you mean absolutely nothing) is going to distract you from your work and the important art auction that’s happening in two weeks’ time. 

…except maybe the artist that takes you in after you’re denied a hotel room. the same artist who takes you out for sightseeing in the city, has you dancing in the streets of paris, and has you slowly feeling whole again as you fall in love with life and, eventually, him. 

title: paris in the rain pairing: artist taehyung x museum curator f. reader genre: fluff, romance, angst, smut, strangers to lovers au, “stranded in a foreign country and a handsome person helps you” trope word count: 24367 words (eye am ,, so sorry) warnings: oc misses her flight! and she’s super bitter about it!, a misogynistic hotelier!, running from security (it’s not that serious), cursing, fluff, dates that these two insist aren’t dates but are actually dates, taehyung is smooth and suave and this causes oc to short circuit but tbh me too, (mutual) pining, kissing in the rain, marvel references, sadness, crying, smut, slow and sweet and unlike the past two things i’ve posted LMFAO, making out, this has the slightest bit of soft dom! taehyung and sub oc but it’s rlly just sappy sex, grinding (clothed and unclothed), (f. receiving) hickies, breast and nipple play, (f. receiving) body worship, (f. receiving) oral sex, (m. receiving) hair pulling, (f. receiving) fingering but for like on second LMFAO, (f. receiving) orgasm denial, talk of birth control, unprotected sex, this is rlly tender and tbh i got emo over it, big cock taehyung bc of course he is, cockwarming, (m.receiving and f.receiving) orgasm. cumming together, cumming inside, post-sex crying and emotions, the angst happens post sex so prepare for that, angst angst angst, crying, dumb decisions on behalf of the oc but me too, revelations!!, and a happy ending i promise :D rating: 18+ for smut, language, and the amount of angst i put in here lmfao songs to listen to: playlist linked here! a/n: this fic is ,,,, extremely late ,,,,,, and i wish i could explain myself but the only thing i can really say was that this story has been living in my head for two years and i was so dissatisfied with the first draft and i added so much more and i ended up being so frustrated i took a break from it :’)) i looked back and edited it and while i’m still not completely happy, i can say i’m satisfied :’)) this was my first ever wip (back when i was a tiny reader blog and a beta-reader) and this taehyung has lived in my head rent free since october 2019 so seeing him written? and out in the world is kind of crazy? all i can really say is thank you for sticking around <3 happy holidays from me and this taehyung (as well as his baguette), hoping you stay warm and happy <33 AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TAEHYUNG <33 thanks to: LITERALLY THE TWO BEST PEOPLE AND FRENCH TRANSLATORS I KNOW ISI @triviafics and FI @taesinferno i have THE MOST TALENTED FRIENDS EVER PEOPLE!!!!! isi and fi put up with me helped me with all french translations in this fic and isi gave me so many beautiful descriptions of paris, i really could not have done this fic without them. they are pure magic and i am forever indebted to them <33 AND!!!! MISS BELLS @hobisuniverse​ FOR CREATING THIS AMAZING FUCKING BANNER I AM CRYING OVER IT!!! she captures this fic so magnificently and i’m in tears over it. i love you hobi’s wife aka bells <33 and i cannot thank you enough <33 disclaimer: i am not a museum curator!! nor do i live in paris!! some details may be messy or do not make sense, i highly apologize if you find this as such :(( also!! this work is mine, please do not plagiarize. also highly unedited and not beta-read bc i am a clown, will edit soon <33

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kim taehyung fic rec list (Ⅲ)

here’s a list of my favourite taehyung fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, leave a heart, reblog or even leave a message under their posts I know they would appreciate hearing from you, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed ♡ feel free to send and share any fics you’re reading or would like to recommend to me

a- angst s- smut f- fluff

series

enemy by @btssmutgalore s a (fuck buddies strangers to lovers) ft. Hoseok

rotten angelcake by @inkedtae f s a (ceo au strangers to lovers au sugar daddy au)

cliff diving by @wwilloww f s (friends to lovers au)

the good boy by @jkeuphoriadreamland s (yandere/obsessive taehyung read other tags)

colours by @lovelytaes-blog f s a (single dad au strangers to lovers au)

kinda hot by @kimnjss​ f s a (sm au best friends to lovers au college au)

the diary of a healing heart by @taegularities f s a (college au strangers to friends to lovers)

the president’s son by @jimlingss f (bodyguard au)

salvage by @btssaysstudy f a (unrequited love) ft. Jungkook

patient love by @writtenwhalien f s a (roommate au idiots to lovers best friends to lovers)

heart of the flame by @chateautae f s a (roommate au best friends to lovers firefighter tae)

seeing red by @borathae f s a (enemies to lovers/office au)

the art of touch by @chateautae f s a (royalty au period piece strangers to lovers au)

play with me by @bangchanshehe s a (poly au) ft. Jungkook

one-shot

feelings caught by @kimnjss s (best friends girlfriend)

all i want for christmas is you by @ladyartemesia f s (brother’s best friend au enemies to lovers au)

shutout by @ughseoks f s a (best friends to lovers au)

breakfast in bed by @borathae f s (best friends to lovers au sub tae)

10 muses by @sketchguk​ f s (college au photographer taehyung)

tease by @caiuscassiuss f s (brother’s best friend enemies to lovers au)

soaring high by @taegularities f s (dilf au)

sph by @venusjeon s a (friends with benefits au)

flat tire by @ppersonna f s (boyfriend au)

strings attached by @bangtiddies f a (fake dating au college au)

the holi-date by @kpopfanfictrash s (fake dating au neighbour au)

dichotomy by @kpopfanfictrash s (arranged marriage au)

washed on by @ressjeon s (frat au car wash au strangers to lovers au)

acquainted by @dewykth s a (unrequited love infidelity)

“are you sure?” by @cutechim f s (brother’s best friend au)

just a taste by @cutechim f s (frat boy au spring break new couple)

tempestuous by @ppersonna s a (best friend brother enemies to lovers au)

make you feel my love by @rkiverse f a (friends to lovers au)

remember this by @yoohtae a (wedding planner au)

tattooed two by @httpjeon f s (tattoo au threesome) ft. Jungkook

seventeen times 17 by @cutaepatootie f s a (angsty)

right amount of wrongs by @taegularities f s a (best friends to lovers au high school au)

midnight snack by @sparklingchim s (enemies to lovers au college au)

tomorrow, tonight by @ggukseoulcafe f a (ceo au heartbreak exes au)

guns & roses by @chateautae f s (mafia au established relationship au)

work hard, play harder by @sugasbabiie f s a (ceo tae assistant reader office au idiots to lovers )

dark chocolate snap by @jamaisjoons f s (threesome) ft. Seokjin

kinktober ~ day 14 by @dreamescapeswriting f s (wedding night sweet and soft)

spice by @aquagustd f s a (strangers to lovers au playboy tae)

do it better by @yoon2k s (dilf tae infidelity)

flicker by @chimoona f s (neighbours au)

sorrow by @jiminsfault s a

somebody else by @jamaisjoons s a (post break up au ex yoongi) ft. Yoongi

bad alpha, sweet alpha by @helenazbmrskai f s a (werewolf au friends to lovers)

(why) we got married by @ktheist s a (arranged marriage au)

talk slow by @writtenwhalien f s a (brother’s best friend exes to lovers)

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