And What If Subby!taehyung Having Tears In His Eyes Because You Refused To Kiss Him (both Of You Played

and what if subby!taehyung having tears in his eyes because you refused to kiss him (both of you played a game where you’ll kiss him but he’s not allowed to kiss back and if he kisses you back, he’ll lose and won’t be allowed to kiss you for 2 weeks and ofc, he refused but you used your puppy eyes to him so he can’t say no to that BUTTT yeah when you two started the game, he immediately lose bcs on how you’re kissing him so lovingly so he pouts bcs he wasn’t allowed to kiss you and pouted in his sleep so that night, you woke him up and you let him eat you out sleepily) anyways #subbytaehyungontop

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summary: two weeks without you was far too long, only one way to start to make up for lost time…

notes: thanks for the request!! just a quick disclaimer that i wont do it exactly as it was written, but i’ll be taking inspiration from it!

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut

pairing: taehyung x f!reader

warnings/tags: NSFW!, sub!taehyung, needy taehyung, whiny taehyung, established relationship, both taehyung and reader are touch deprived, sloppy mushy i miss you sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breast play, lowkey sloppy head.., taehyung gives toe curling head, praising (like one sentence), post cotial sleeping, not proof read

it was no one’s fault really. but still, it was dreadful.

it had been two weeks now. two weeks you had been busy. two weeks that he hadn’t been able to see you durning the day. two weeks he hadn’t eaten dinner with you. two weeks with one or two short kisses a day if he was lucky. two weeks he had fallen asleep without you. two weeks no sex.

two weeks, and no time together.

and when he had seen you and tried to initiate anything, you were too tired after a long day and you went to sleep almost immediately.

the most he had ever seen you in these past two weeks was yesterday, when he had stayed up later than usual to talk to you about what was going on.

he told you with teary eyes that he missed you, feeling reassured when you told you you missed him too, and that this will all be over soon. that you won’t be as busy anymore. you two didn’t talk for long about it. it was clear that you were both too tired for a bigger conversation. but if he was completely honest, the conversation left him disappointed.

he doesn’t know exactly what he expected to come out of it, and he knew you were tired, but he expected more. he wanted more. needed more. he needed to feel you again. but when he had slipped under the covers, you were asleep within minutes, unintentionally leaving him alone and pouting.

today looked the same as every other day. lonely. missing something. missing someone. missing you. and by the time he was in bed, falling asleep, no one was by his side. you weren’t there to talk to him. to kiss him. to touch him. love him. and for him to kiss you. touch you. love you… he missed you so much; you were the only thing on his mind. he just wanted, no, needed you.

little did he know that you felt the exact same. which is why, when you came back home today, you had a plan.

after slipping of your shoes and coat and putting them away, you made your way through the long hallway of your house and into your shared bedroom. he was already fast asleep and you felt your heart break a little at the sight, but you knew all would be okay soon.

you took a shower, took off your makeup, and got changed into comfy pyjamas, all of those things being incredibly relieving after such a long day.

after stepping out of the en suit, you stare at his figure momentarily. he’s buried under the warm covers all by him self. the sight is inviting to say the least. it’s like he’s begging you to join him without even being awake.

finally, you slip under the covers, the warmth and comfort of your bed engulfing you. as you turn to face him, your eyes land on his face. he’s lying with his face smushed into the pillow, hair messy and lips in a pout. cute..

too bad you have to wake him up..

your hand travels to run your fingers through his hair, earning a sleepy groan from him. you smile to yourself at his reaction, before leaning forward to press a kiss on his cheek. no reaction.

so you try again.

this time you kiss his neck. it’s more purposeful this time, and it pulls a sigh from his lips as he starts to stir. your kisses don’t stop, becoming sloppy and needy.

“tae..” you whisper against his skin, “taehyung..” you repeat, though, it comes out as more of a moan this time as you plead for him to wake up.

he hums in confusion, groggy from sleep and surprised by your actions. but as he starts to wake up and process what’s going on, he realised that he’s woken up to be immediately thrown into your love and affection.

he couldn’t think of a better way to wake up, especially after missing your touch for so long. he says your name with a sleep laced voice and upon realising that he’s awake, you stop your ministrations and look up at him with pleading eyes.

without hesitation, you lean in to press your lips against his. the kiss is lazy and slow, but passionate nonetheless. neither of you needed to use words to express your need for each other when you kissed like this.

“taehyung.. i need you” you whisper against his lips after breaking the kiss for air. your words cause his eyes to widen slightly. he pulls back to cup your face, making you look at him before speaking with a sympathetic look on his face and a sleepy voice,

“but.. aren’t you too tired..?”

your heart broke upon hearing those words. it suddenly hit you how much this had affected him too.

“..i don’t care about that.. i miss you too much..” you tell him in a whisper, and you hear as he breathes a sigh of relief.

he finally has you back.

his lips find yours again in a tired kiss, swiping your bottom lip with his tongue, practically begging for more. your tongues dance lazily until you both break apart for air, and he calls your name before speaking through heavy breaths,

“please.. let me touch you..”

with the way he looks up at you with his half lidded, sleep laced gaze, you could tell that he’d do anything to have you right now..

his lips move to your neck, placing sloppy kisses all over, “please..” they then travel down to your collarbone as you feel his hand wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, and you instinctively throw one leg over to rest on his hip and he continued to leave messy kisses on your skin “please..”

your brain was slightly foggy with sleep, fighting how tired you were. you didn’t want to let him slip from your grasp again. you close your eyes as he moves the both of you so he’s hovering over you and lifts up your shirt to reveal you stomach to him.

he doesn’t hesitate to place both hands on your waist and burry his face in your tummy, continuing with his sleepy pecks. he moans against your skin “please..”

you look down at him as he pleads for you, his hairs a complete mess and his eyebrows are furrowed with desperation for you. his eyes are closed partially because he’s focused on kissing you and partially because he still hasn’t woken up properly.

as his lips travel down, leaving a wet trail of his saliva all over your stomach, causing you to feel butterflies and a familiar tingling feeling deeper in your body. he breaks apart to look up at you with tired eyes and swollen glossy lips.

he looks back down as he hooks his fingers around both your sweatpants and underwear, desperate to have you bare beneath him, and slides the material off to throw it somewhere off the bed.

finally, he’s where he has wanted to be for the past two weeks. situated between your open legs, letting him taste you.

your breath hitches as you feel him place a kiss on your clit, feeling the pleasure course through you body.

you can just barely hear him as he shakily whispers against your sensitive pearl, “thank you..”

he doesn’t hesitate to collect you slick with his tongue before wrapping his lips around your clit and flicking it with his tongue.

with all the stress on your mind you hadn’t realised how sensitive you had become over the past two weeks of being deprived of his touch. now, it was obvious, with the way you gasped and moaned as he worked his tongue.

he was clearly in need of this too, and that was clear with the way he moaned around your clit, sending vibrations through your body as he did so.

you felt as he wrapped his hands around you thighs, pulling you closer to his working mouth, pulling a moan from you, before his right hand travelled up your shirt to slowly massage your breast.

just as you thought the pleasure couldn’t increase, he brought his left hand to your sopping wet hole, sliding two fingers in and moving them in and out of you.

he reeled in the fact that your body was against his again, which was apparent in the way he kept whining as teased your sensitive clit and buried his fingers in your soaked folds. right now, nothing gave him more pleasure than to pleasure you.

and you knew that. you could feel it with how desperately he flicked his tongue and kissed your skin. with how the pace of his fingers increased. or with the way he focused on multitasking, his hand continuing to massage your breast. and of course with the sounds of his moans filling the room.

but he wasn’t the only one moaning. he knew your body inside and out (literally). he knew what to do and he was insanely good at doing it. as he continued to please you, he pulled moan after moan from your lips. you spilled praises from your lips as he worked on pleasuring you.

“f-fuck tae.. i missed you so much…” you spoke though gasps and moans.

your words clearly had an impact on him as his whines increased and his tongue sped up, this time his actions making you moan.

you were completely soaked; your thighs and his face coated in your slick, and wet sounds filling the room alongside your needy voices.

all he wanted was to make you feel good. right now, he felt like that’s what he was made for. he just wanted to pleasure you and nothing else mattered.

so with his fingers fucking your sopping hole, his tongue flicking your clit, and his hand continuing to massage your breast, you feel the pleasure rise and reach down to rake your fingers through his hair.

finally, your climax hits intensely and your whole body tenses as you moan out his name. upon hearing your say his name with such need and desperation, he continues to lick you sloppily.

he takes you though your release with his fingers still inside you and his tongue around your clit, until you finally come down from your high.

after disconnecting his lips he brings both hands back around your thighs, panting as he catches his breath.

you’re beneath him doing the same, with your chest heaving up and down. you feel as the post cotial sleep starts to mix with the tiredness you already felt before, and your eyes start to feel even heavier.

he feels it too; having woken up not long before and feeling exhausted from what you two just did. he manages to pick his body up and flop down next to you.

you know you’ll fall asleep soon, but you push through and roll over to face him, running your fingers through his messy bed head, before moving your hand to the nape of his neck to lean in and place a soft and sleepy kiss on his lips.

you feel his arms wrap around you as you kiss him, pulling you closer to him. when you pull away, you look into his eyes and whisper the gentle words, “i love you..”

without hesitation, he replies, “i love you too..”

with that you smile before your eyes shut to give you your well deserved rest beside the person who matters to you most. as you fall asleep, you think to yourself how happy you are to be back, and he can’t help but think the same; he’s happy to have you back.

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taehyung x idol!/celeb! reader pleaseee

doesn’t even have to be smut just something FLUFFY

also ur so talented at writing !

⋆౨ৎ HOME AT LAST - kth ᝰ.ᐟ

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summary: after such a long time, you’re happy to be home at last

notes: thank you so much! i’ve been meaning to write some pure fluff recently and this really helped me come up with something. so sorry that it took a few days, i hope you enjoy nonetheless :) this can be read as a fluffy prologue to drunk in love but can also be read by itself. it wasn’t my intention to make it a prologue but i think it could work as one. also, i feel like i can’t write fluff but whatever. happy valentine’s day!

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

pairing: taehyung x idol!reader

warnings/tags: idol!au, established relationship, domestic fluff, movie nights, very sweet and fluffy, reader is HEAD OVER HEELS for taehyung, (and he is for reader 🤭), mention of sex, not proofread…🧍‍♀️

it had been far too long since you and taehyung had seen each other. you were both busy with your comebacks; writing, recording, filming music videos, performing at music shows. not only the preparation took months but so did all the stuff that came after, so with your busy schedules, you hadn’t spent a full day together in weeks. until today.

finally, both your schedules allowed you a few days off from all the chaos, and you couldn’t wait to spend those days with him after only being able to see him at award shows or events.

so you’re at his door. you knock and almost immediately, the door swings open to reveal your boyfriend with the biggest boxy smile on his (beautiful) face, dressed in an old shirt and some sweatpants. he’s been at home for a few hours but you’re coming straight from an interview so you still have your makeup done and you’re not in the most comfortable clothes, so you can’t wait to get changed and spend some time with him.

his smile is contagious, so you can’t help when you match his expression as a warm, fuzzy feeling engulfs you. you can’t wait a second longer, so when he lets you in and closes the door, smile never faltering, you immediately wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest and closing your eyes.

he hugs you back without hesitation, one of his hands resting on your waist, and the other finding purchase in your hair. he kisses your head before mumbling “hi” and you can hear the smile in his voice.

you lift your head up and open your eyes to look at him and you almost get lost in his eyes. they were captivating. their colour resembles black coffee, but the way light reflects onto them mimics how stars look in the night sky. a galaxy that you could stare at forever.

what pulled you in further was how each eye had something different to explore. his left eye was big and round, eyelid forming a small crease which completely contrasted his right eye. with one double eyelid and one mono lid you found his eyes unique and interesting. not to mention the perfectly placed mole which sat on his right eye.

in a way his eyes reflected each side of him. they were wide and curious, reminding you of how he looked up at you with puppy eyes. you could never say no to him when he looked at you like that. or sometimes he’d just watch you with those same wide eyes, fascinated and in love. you sometimes wondered how he could love you so much if he himself is the most lovable person you know.

his eyes could also switch in a split second. they could change into something sensual. something filled with desire and yearning. when he looked at like that it was the complete opposite to the wide puppy eyes he gave you. when he looked at you like that he pulled you in. he trapped you in his gaze before kissing you. touching you. loving you. giving you the pleasure he knew you deserved.

but right now, he wasn’t looking at you with either of those looks. he was looking at you with love. just like you were captivated by him, he was by you. and you would’ve gotten completely lost in his eyes if it wasn’t for the thought of his, arguably, even more enticing lips breaking you out of your trance.

at the idea of his lips, your eyes flicker down. you study them; smooth and glossy from where he probably licked them (a habit of his you found rather endearing), his heart shaped cupids bow, and a mole decorating his lower lip. so perfect. so kissable. you don’t think you could possibly resist any longer.

your hands travel up to cup his cheeks and pull him down towards you. your lips capture his in a loving kiss. you can feel him smiling on your lips and you reciprocate. you hadn’t realised how much you missed this. how much you missed him. when you pull away your eyes find his again, before you mumble a “hi” back, your smile also evident in your voice.

he places another quick peck to your lips before his hands make their way from your waist to the zip of your coat. he pulls it down and moves behind you to remove your coat and hang it up for you (a small yet meaningful gesture he always insists on doing).

after turning back around he notices your attire and upon realising that you’re still dressed in the clothes you wore for your interview, he speaks, “let’s get you into something more comfortable, yeah?”

you nod and exhale a sigh of relief as he takes your hand to lead you to his room to lend you some clothes and makeup remover. he hands you one of his old shirts and a pair of sweatpants you left at his house from your last visit, leaving you to get changed and wash your face after informing you that he’ll be waiting on the sofa for you, and when you get there, you’re pleasantly surprised.

the lights are off, the living room only being lit by a few candles and the light radiating off the television. the blinds are open displaying the romantic view of the moonlit sky above the vast han river. the sofa is covered with blankets and you can spot two wine glasses and some of your favourite snacks on the coffee table (which after dieting for your comeback is one of the greatest sights to see)

you stop in shock upon seeing what he had done for you, jaw ajar and the hand, which was previously holding your phone to your face, dropping down to your side. you were speechless. and, after not being able to spend any time with him for so long, you were overwhelmed with emotions. a wave of relief, happiness, and love for him washed over you as you finally looked over to him standing by the sofa with a shy smile and tv remote in his hand.

with you still in shock and staring at him with wide eyes, he asks shyly with a slight raise of his eyebrows, “movie night..?”

you practically beam. tears prick your eyes and not out of sadness. no. out of pure appreciation and love for him. you knew you missed him but in this moment it’s like it all hit you at once. you didn’t even realise how much you missed him up until now. so you waste no time and rush into his arms, tucking your head into his shoulder and engulfing him in a hug, to which he immediately hugged you back.

you move your head to look up at him and you can’t believe you’re lucky enough to have him. and suddenly your lost in those eyes again. you always are. you gaze at the vast galaxies in his eyes and then, almost routinely, you glance at his lips again; smooth and glossy, wearing a heart shaped cupids bow, and decorated with a perfectly placed mole. you’ll never get tired of them.

so of course, you lean up to kiss him, lips melting together and dancing in a slow and steady rhythm. he kisses you back with just as much love, pulling you in closer by your waist before his fingers start to trace patterns up and down your clothes back.

you both break apart for air, smiling contentedly, before you speak, only a few inches from his lips,

“i missed you”

his smile widens, “i missed you too”

he takes both your hands in his and leads you round to the sofa. you both flop down, immediately being engulfed by the soft cushions and blankets which he laid down for the two of you. he grabs the aforementioned blanket and covers both of you with it, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in, allowing you to rest your head on his chest.

using the remote, he skims through the options on netflix, the two of you settling on a film you both considered a favourite. one you had watched many times together. one you had watched on your very first movie night with him.

you thought back to that night. you were in his arms just like you were now, though, back then, it was all new. you were only just beginning to get used to the feeling of having his arms around you. you weren’t as familiar with the way he kisses you. you had only explored the stars in his eyes a few times and were nervous to let yours flicker to his lips.

now, you were used to his arms around you. in fact, that’s where they usually were when the two of you got some alone time together. now, you were familiar with the way he kisses you. when the two of you kissed, your lips moved with harmony and understanding. and now, you had explored the stars in his eyes countless times and found yours flickering to his lips no matter how hard you tried not to let them.

though, admittedly, even though you’ve grown to know and understand every part of him, what hasn’t changed was how your chest still felt warm and fuzzy when he engulfed you in a hug. how your heart still races when his lips capture yours in a kiss. how you still get lost in the galaxies which are reflected in his eyes, and how yours still look down at his lips each time you’re captured by those familiar stars.

no matter how much time passes and now matter how well you know him, he never fails to have an effect on you. he never stops wrapping his arms around you, kissing you with love, making you get lost in his eyes before yours travel to his lips. never stops giving you the comfort you need after a long day. never fails to make you laugh. never disappoints with the pleasure he gives you. never stops doing the little things that make a big difference. never stops caring about you. never stops loving you.

he never stops being a home that you can come back to. screw the four walls and the furniture. the house didn’t matter. he was your home. and after such a long time, you’re happy to be home at last.

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