Drunken Moments (K.T.H)

Drunken Moments (K.T.H)

Requested - Helloooo! I hope you’re doing well.. I saw your post send in reqs. Can I please request something Taehyung x f!reader smut pleeaaase?! Thank you!❤️

contains - daddy kink, spanking, drunken sex, oral (f!receiving), handjob, making out, squirting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, tae lowkey loves praising Y/N MDI!!!! 18+

word count- 1.7k/unedited

The door to the apartment was your biggest obstacle at that moment. It was the only thing standing between you, your boyfriend, and the expansive surfaces to fuck. Your hands shook as you tried to angle the key into the lock. Taehyung had already started, chest pressed to your back as he nibbled on your ear. 

“Fucking-” You groaned as the lock finally gave and you pushed through the door. “Finally.” You both drunkenly stumbled into the house and slammed the door shut. Your purse fell to the floor as Taehyung turned you around to capture you in a messy kiss. You weren’t sure if your head was spinning from the kiss or the amount of alcohol in your system, but either way, you weren’t about to stop. The two of you drunkenly stumbled back to the bedroom, giggling as you both nearly tripped over poor Yeontan.

You fell back against the plush pillows and held your arms out. “Come here,” You whined, making grabby hands towards Taehyung. A smirk painted his face as he nearly jumped on top of you, wiggling in between your legs. He began peppering kisses down your neck, nipping at the thin skin and leaving little red marks. 

You moaned at the feeling and tilted your head to the side to give him more space. “Come on, Tae. Give me more.” You wiggled your hips up, trying to get some friction. 

“That’s not my name.” He growled, biting a little harder. “Tell me my name.” 

Your stomach fluttered. A whine ripped its way through your throat as he licked up the most sensitive spot of your neck. “Daddy, please.” 

He hummed close to your ear. “Good girl.” He whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear. A shiver ripped through your body and your hips twitched up once again, searching. 

Before any words could even leave your mouth, Taehyung had you on your stomach. His hands pulled you up by your hips and pushed the tight skirt you had on to your waist. A large hand made contact with the supple skin of your ass. A low growl sounded from behind you and you arched your back a little more, exposing more of yourself to him. “I’m gonna take my time with you tonight.” He groaned. Another smack landed on your ass. He let his hand rest there for a moment before trailing down, dipping his fingers into your wet heat. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” 

You moaned and nodded into the pillows. 

Another slap. “Use your words.” 

“Yes, daddy.” You moaned. Something about dominant Taehyung did something to you. The feeling of his large hands all over you, the thought of a red handprint still on your ass hours later. You were already nearly dripping and barely anything had happened. 

“Good girl.” He praised once again. You could almost hear the smirk in his voice. “Now, let daddy play with you.” He gripped the waistband of your skirt and pulled it off with one tug. Within a second of your skirt being ripped off, you were flipped back over with your legs over Taehyung's shoulders. His tongue wasted no time in meeting your core.

“Holy shit.” Your hands flew down to tangle in his hair. The alcohol in your system was making everything ten times more sensitive and you were already feeling close from the flicks of his tongue on your clit. Taehyung hummed from his spot, hands coming up to grip your sides. Tiny pants left his mouth as he buried deeper into you, licking every spot available. 

You finally found the strength to lift your head from its place on the pillows. Boy was that a mistake. Your eyes locked with Taehyungs. The pieces of hair you weren’t holding onto were plastered to his forehead. You weren’t 100% sure if that was from you or him, or even a mixture of the two. His eyes were slightly closed, pupils blown, and glazed over. He was still licking at you as if you were his last meal. “O-oh fuck.” Your entire body tensed up, heels digging into his shoulders as your orgasm washed over you. Your entire lower half pulsated as Taehyung continued his work. You squeezed your eyes closed as stars took over your vision. 

Taehyung backed off, resting his head on your sweaty thigh as you came down. Your chest heaved as you took deep breaths. It wasn’t until your breathing returned to a semi normal pace that you dared look back at Tae. 

He had a devious look in his eyes. His head began inching back toward your heat, his breath hitting the outside of your pussy. “I-i can’t.” You whimpered. 

“You will.” He shifted your position, pulling your body closer to him and off the pillows. “I told you I wanted to take my time with you.” His mouth made contact with your heat again and you dropped your head to the pillows with a moan. 

By the time Taehyung had decided he was bored, your legs felt like jello and you weren’t sure you could form a coherent sentence. You weren’t certain how much time had passed, but it was definitely well over an hour he spent just eating you out. He had thrown his fingers into the mix at some point as well. 

“So good for me, my pretty girl.” He stroked your hair and pushed the sweaty strands out of your eyes. “Do you want to keep going?” 

Even though you couldn’t remember your own name, you knew for a fact you weren’t going to turn down sex with Taehyung. “Please, Daddy.” You whined as you lifted a shaky hand to pull him closer. 

“Anything for you.” He smiled before leaning down to kiss you. You two continued like this for a while. His hands gently caressed the softest parts of your body, over your back, breasts, hips, everywhere. You found yourself lost in the softness of his mouth. The soft lips that were slick from your wetness, the way your flavor mixed with the flavor of alcohol and mint in his mouth. It was intoxicating. Your hands found their way to the waistband of his pants. You fumbled with the button for a moment before sliding your hand in to grip his cock. 

A hiss left his lips as you made contact with him. Precum had soaked his boxers and was now dripping down your fingers as you slowly jerked him off. You set a sloppy pace, silently blaming it on the pants he still had on and the burn of alcohol in your system. Taehyung didn’t seem to mind though. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he whimpered into your mouth. 

“Fuck.” He groaned, head lolling back. His hips twitched forward into your hand as you rubbed your thumb over the tip of his cock. “Fuck, Y/N,” His voice sent tingles down your spine to your pussy. You squeezed your legs together as he continued to let out deep groans. 

Taehyung let out one last groan before grabbing your wrist, halting your motions. “As much as I love this, I would rather cum in your pussy.” He caught you in a harsh kiss before pulling your hand out of his pants. He lazily rolled off the bed and began to strip, honey skin glowing in the dim light. 

“What are you waiting for?” He questioned. You scrambled to get up and into position. You got on your hands and knees, presenting yourself to Tae. You caught the smirk on his face as you glanced over your shoulder at him. “That’s a good girl.” 

He gripped your hips as he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. Your knees sat at the edge of the bed and Taehyung slotted himself into the space between your legs. A hand came to rest on your back, pushing you deeper into the sheets until your upper body was almost completely on the bed. “That’s it…” His other hand wrapped around his cock and he began rubbing the tip along the wetness that was collecting between your legs. 

“Daddy,” You whined. “Please. I want it.” A moan ripped through your throat as he pushed into you with no warning, instantly bottoming out. He was pressed into just the right spot, one that sent waves through your tummy. You clenched around him, moaning as he wiggled a little deeper. 

“Ready, pretty girl?” He gathered your hair from around your head into a makeshift ponytail, pulling it back. “Bounce on it.” 

You rocked your body back as Taehyung thrusted, meeting him back in a messy rhythm. His hand tightened in your hair, using it as leverage to keep you bouncing on his cock. Your hands gripped at the sheets as he hit every spot, the drag of his cock causing your eyes to roll back. 

It wasn’t until he let go of your hair that your upper body crumbled into the bed. Drool slowly fell onto the sheets from the corner of your mouth as Taehyung continued to thrust into you. Everything felt so good, almost too good. Moans were pushing their way out of your throat with every thrust. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You buried your face into the sheets as a moan ripped through you. Taehyungs assault on your g-spot had finally caught up and you found your legs shaking as you orgasmed yet again. 

You pulsated rapidly around Taehyung, squeezing his cock. You could feel warmth growing all around your pussy and lower stomach, and then it happened. Warm liquid soaked the sheets, your legs, and Taehyung's crotch. A loud moan sounded from behind you.

“Holy shit.” His hips twitched forward as he released. He gave a few more thrusts, milking himself through his orgasm. “Fuck, you just squirted all over me.” 

You whimpered as he pulled out. You collapsed onto the bed, groaning at the soreness in your hips and lower back. Taehyung made quick work of cleaning you up with the tissues on the bedside table, whispering small apologies as you hissed at the roughness. 

Soon enough, he collapsed onto the bed next to you. You were feeling more coherent again, and found yourself curling up on his chest. His hand came to rest in your hair, massaging your scalp slightly. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, just soaking in each other's company. 

Taehyung was the first one to break the silence. “So… round two in the shower?”

i've held this off for quite some time and now my two cents are beginning to rust. but i really hope that, some day, we can all be creative again. and by "be creative", i really just mean writing the things that we truly want to write. there's nothing wrong with a written work being slightly similar to another (when written with pure intention, of course), nor is there anything wrong with not being able to write like shakespeare, because if that were the case, this community would be in shambles.

but i've noticed a pretty dull repetitiveness in popular fics, and it has now become increasingly obvious that majority of the posts dominating the tags were created for the sole purpose of being in that position. and i'm not saying that i blame anyone for that. everyone wants to be popular, no matter how much we deny it. but upon the recurring complaints of how nobody wants to read/write fluff anymore or how too many smutty stories these days lack plot and sensuality, there is a very obvious need to rectify those problems. and my suggestion is for everyone to start being creative again, as in write the things that are in our hearts, regardless of whether it's popular or not. because when you are passionate and genuine about something, a trope, genre or style (again, popular or not), believe me. it shows.

and i'm getting really sick and tired of people saying not to worry about notes as the final solution, because we all know that it fucking sucks when something that you've taken the time and care to make and share (rhyme unintended) gets thrown into the rough. you feel like you've wasted your time, and it frustrates you knowing that there is no way in hell you're going to get it back.

there was once a time on tumblr where, regardless of your follower count, regardless of how simple or complex your work was, regardless of how popular the trope was, almost every single fic had an equal chance of being noticed by masses. and that was only made possible by all of us allowing our fics to be noticeably unique in their own way.

so let's do that, please. let's not have shame in being unique.

So What? | MYG | Chapter 10

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

Chapter Warnings: Explicit language 

A/N: Bold is for flashback. Namjoon being Namjoon. Our smart lawyer. I would like to apologise for the next chapter. I promise that the book has a nice ending. PLEASE DON’T COME FOR ME -

WC: 2.1K

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You knew what had to be done. 

You knew that there was no way possible that you could stop or alter this flow of events. Even if you pray to every single god in this universe and more, it will never change. Some things were meant to go forward. 

Hoseok and his team came back safely and the news of Robbinson’s capture is now plastered all over the news. Every reporter, news station, and radio station, was having a blast making money out of his capture. Hybrids that were associated with him and the facility are now slowly coming out. One by one, they gained the strength and courage to come forth and talk about their past trauma. 

Once, you thought you would have all the time in the world for the one you love. Now… Now you were no longer sure. Being a free hybrid allowed Yoongi to do many things. Many, many things. He no longer needed to be tied down to you just because he was saved by you. Now, he can save himself and many hybrids out there. As much as you hoped the day wouldn’t come, it did. 

There was no beating time. 

You brushed his hair and groomed his ears, making sure that his shirt and tie weren’t crumpled before you left the house. Yoongi had asked you to be at the hearing with him and as nervous as you were, you weren’t about to tell him no. You could never tell him no. 

Hoseok waited outside the door for the both of you. He drove the both of you to the courthouse, now waiting in front of many cameras and the tinted windows of his car, for the both of you to exit. You breathed in and took Yoongi’s hands. He was shaking as much as you were, perhaps even more. He was the one going up onto the stands today. He was nervous and had every right to be. 

You, on the other hand, didn’t. So you breathed out and put on a mask. “We’ll be okay Yoongi. You’ll be okay. You’ll get through this.” You rubbed his ears. “Be strong, you’re brave. I believe in you.” You gave him a soft smile, hoping that it was enough to calm his overdriven nervous system. 

And it did. Part of it. But it was enough for him to put on a brave face and step out. 

Cameras flashed and microphones were shoved in front of him, every reporter for themselves. Yoongi cowered back, hyper senses going into overdrive. The both of you knew this would happen - you had warned him this morning as the both of you were getting ready - that something like this would happen. But none of you were prepared for such a big onslaught. 

Gathering yourself, you grabbed Yoongi’s hand and pushed through the sea of reporters, quickly climbing up the steps as bodyguards started to surround.

“Please! Give us a statement! How do you feel going against him?”

“How well do you know Mr Robbinson?”

“How long were you in the facility? What happened to the rest of your batch?”

You pulled Yoongi into the designated waiting room, shutting the door immediately. Now, it was just the both of you in the room. You led Yoongi over to the couch, letting him scent you. Through the door, you could hear Hoseok’s muffled “We are not accepting any more questions! Please leave the premises or I will have you escorted out! This is a closed hearing!”.

For the safety and confidentiality of the hybrids, the court has called this a closed hearing, accepting no bullshit from the reporters and no leakages in the hearing to the public.

Yoongi’s breathing had calmed down, leaving him currently nuzzling your neck and purring. A knock sounded from the door before it pushed open, revealing Jimin, Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok. The three of them entered the waiting room, closing the door behind them. 

“You okay?” Seokjin asked. 

You nodded. 

Hoseok took out his phone and silenced them. “Phones please.” Everybody gave him their phones. Yoongi’s collar hooked onto your hair you turned, taking your phone from your bag. As you turned back, it yanked your hair against its roots, causing you to wince. 

“Yoongi…” You sighed, giving his ears another rub. “Come on, we gotta go in.” Yoongi shook his head. 

“As standard procedure, I am here to tell you that this is a closed hearing and no recording is allowed. Intermissions will be on every three hours. The total hearing is three days and the verdict will be given on the third, four hours after the final hearing. The hearing for today will be approximately thirteen hours. We will be attending today and the verdict hearing. ” Namjoon started. “Some rules of the courtroom - no foul language, no physical assault, do not act on your impulse and speak when you are not spoken to, and stand when the judge arrives. You are allowed to take notes using authorised devices and materials.” He looked up. “Except for Yoongi-ssi, myself, and with certain aspects of situations Jimin-ssi and Y/N-ssi, the rest of you are not allowed to address the court.” 

Namjoon placed a folder in front of each of you. “This is a court hearing NDA (*1). Read through it and if you do not have any problem with it, please sign on the lines.”  

You picked up the pen and signed it. You have already read through this one as Namjoon was talking. To him, this is a Pro Bono (*2) case, taken up from his assault on you. Namjoon crashed into your house when he heard what was happening. At that point in time, you were still in distress and had yet to process the information given to you. The hearing date was looming closer and you were having trouble finding a suitable lawyer for Yoongi. 

That’s where Hoseok decided to stick his nose in your business. He knew you would be crumbling if you paid the amount that he overhead on a phone call. By no means were you poor, but you were not rich to that extent. Lawyers are paid by hours and for such a large case, you couldn’t handle lawyers specifically for hybrids. 

So Hoseok went to Namjoon, telling him about your current - well, then - problem. Namjoon came over, giving you an earful with a promise that he would help out. Pitching the case to his firm, he managed to get a hold of a lease and perform the case. That is where it landed all of you today. Sitting in the courtroom, at the very left side, two rows away from both of them. 

Hoseok was standing guard at the stands beside Yoongi and Namjoon while the rest of your friends and family sat beside you. Seokjin held your hand, softly caressing it. “It’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay.” By now, that was your mantra. 

It’s gonna be okay.

But sometimes, mantras aren’t enough to keep you grounded. The judge had asked you to go over to the witness stands and testify about the evidence that had been given by Namjoon. 

You were trembling like a damn leaf that you swore you could’ve collapsed any moment then. But by some sort of miracle, you hadn’t. Yet. “When I first found Yoongi, I hadn’t known he was a hybrid. It was only when his withdrawal symptoms got worse and I brought him to see a doctor did I realise what he was.”

“And after that?”

“After that, the doctors and Hosoek-ssi informed me of the dangers of adopting Yoongii. However, I decided to go ahead with it.”

“Any forms of aggression from Yoongi-ssi, Y/N-ssi?”

You shook your head. “No. I fell ill in the first few weeks after I officially adopted him as a hybrid and even then he was patient with me. The next month or so, he did not show any signs of aggression either.”

The judge nodded. “Earlier you stated that you went on with the act of adopting Yoongi-ssi even after knowing of the dangers he holds and the possibility of getting you into much trouble like the one as of today. Might I question, why?”

“Sir, that is a personal question that -”

“Sit down, Lawyer Kim. You are not spoken to.”

The judge turned his attention back to you, brows raising in question. 

You gulped. The answer you have known for a few days now but have yet to approach Yoongi. You knew that there was always - that there has always been something more than just an owner and hybrid relationship between the both of you. You had asked Jimin about it when he came over to grab some leftover pastries for him and Ji-Hyun. 

“Hmm… Hybrids have such a thing called mates. It is similar to what humans like to call soulmates. But for hybrids, due to our genetic hypersensitivity, we feel more. As such, when mates are marked, we are able to feel our mates.”

“Feel what?” You had questioned.

Jimin shrugged. “Everything. Everything is heightened. We are hyper-aware of what our mates feel. Human counterparts don't get anything, of course.” He smirked. “But hybrids feel a lot more.”

You tapped the counter. “What if you aren’t marked?”

The question had thrown him off guard as he placed the box of pastries and tongs on the table and turned to you. “For what reason… Are you asking for?” He eyed you suspiciously. 

You shrugged. “Just curious.”

“I can sense that this is beyond curiosity but I shall leave it as that for now. Whatever you’re scheming, faster finish it. I don’t want to be helping you aim for something that would hurt.” Jimin stated. 

“I swear, please just answer that. It’s the last question.”

Jimin sighed, giving in. “Once the mate bond clicks into place, everything is already heightened. The hybrid-”

“How do you know it clicks into place?”

Jimin gave you the stink eye. “I thought you said that was the last question!”

“I’m sorry!” You raised your hands in surrender. 

“The hybrid,” he emphasis on the word. “Knows. It is genetically impossible for the human counterpart to know. You do not possess what we possess.” He gave a look that shuts you up from asking any more questions. “As I was saying earlier, it is possible even when the human counterpart is not marked nor mated. As long as there is a connection and the hybrid acknowledges that you are its mate, it will start to show off acts of mateship.”

“Which is…?” 

“I shouldn’t have come!” Jimin groaned. “Which is extreme scenting, nesting, increased clinginess, and more. It depends from hybrid to hybrid. The list is non-exhaustable.” Jimin took up the tongs from the table and stuck them inside the cake fridge, taking out more doughnuts. “Now leave me be! I want to go home with a full box of doughnuts!”

Now, you stand at the witness stand, looking over to Yoongi, catching him already looking at you. He gave you a small smile. At least one of you is composed. You were struggling to tell the judge the actual reason. You knew and you were certain that Yoongi had accepted it quite some time ago. The reason why he did not tell you is beyond your comprehension. 

“Ah… I felt a connection to him.” You blurted out. 

Before the judge can say anything, the opposing lawyer suddenly shoots, “So if I got this right, you decided to keep a potentially harmful hybrid in your house, under your name, because you somehow felt a connection to him and wanted to see how it goes?”

You were in shock. You did not expect such an explicit question. 

“Y/N, you do not need to answer that.” Thank god you had Namjoon.

“It is a relevant question! She poses a threat due to the acquaintance of Min Yoongi and if not properly-” The lawyer turned to the judge as he got out of his seat, walking in your direction, “Sir, permission to question Y/N-ssi for her acquaintance with Min Yoongi and his work.”

“Overruled.” The judge stated. “Return to your seat, SeongHo-ssi.”

“Sir-”

“Return to your seat.” The judge turned to you. “Thank you, Y/N-ssi. That is all the questions I have for you now. You may return to your seat.”

You got down from the stand and bowed to the judge, walking back to your seat on shaky legs. This is going to be tougher than you thought and you hoped Yoongi would be alright. You landed on Seokjin, breathing heavily, dizzy from all the adrenaline running through you. You weren’t quite sure how you were going to last three days. 

Notes: *1 NDA refers to a non-disclosure agreement.  *2 Pro Bono refers to a case taken voluntarily by a lawyer. 

RETRO PUNK?! OH MY GOSH IM SO EXCITED 😭

[namjoon voice] HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!

my heart is so full 😭😭😭😭 (transl. cr. btsinthemoment, ryuminating, haruharu_w_bts)