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Kim Taehyung x Reader 💜

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Taehyung watched her sleep. He caressed her swollen belly softly, a smile spreading on his face. Y/N stirred slightly as the sunlight fell on her face. Taehyung got off the bed to pull the curtains close.

He sat at the edge of the bed, as she snuggled into her blanket with a smile on her face. Taehyung remembered the first time he'd met her. She was devasted with Jungkook's death and was weeping over her lost dog.

He saw how broken she was, and had made up his mind then and there to do everything that he can to make things better for her. He could see why Jungkook loved her so much. She was such a delicate flower, one he wanted to cherish forever.

He didn't know when exactly he started falling in love with her. It may have started from the smallest of things. In fact. He loved everything about her.

The way she danced around the house while he sang. The way she mothered Yeontan and Bambi. The way she made dinner and fell asleep at the table waiting for him. The way she fangirled over him endlessly.

Each and every little detail. She kept thanking him for changing her life, but he saw it the other way around. She was his lucky charm. She inspired him to be a better person.

And when he saw her standing with his parents, waiting for him, it got stronger. She was his world. His forever.

Taehyung snapped out of his thoughts as Y/N slowly took his hand, placing it on her belly. He laughed as his baby kicked, and she laughed along with him.

'I can't wait to hold you!' he said, kissing her tummy as another kick came by.

'Well, you can hold me for now' Y/N said with a pout.

With a little laugh, Taehyung wrapped his arms around her, as she rested against his chest.

'I really can't believe I'm going to be a dad' he said, kissing the top of her head. 'According to my calculations, if I'm good at this, we should 5 kids'

'What?' Y/N said, sitting up and staring at him. 'For real?'

'Uh, yes?' he said.

'How did you not tell me before?' she asked, amused.

He shrugged.

'I'm sure you'll be a great dad' Y/N said, kissing him.

4 years later:

The little boy ran as fast as he could chasing Bambi around the backyard.

'Come on, Kookie!!' Y/N said, cheering her son who laughed in excitement as Taehyung scooped him into his arms.

Little Jungkook was celebrating his fourth birthday with his close family. Y/N's parents, Jungkook's parents and Taehyung's parents sat around watching as the boy hopped around in happiness. He loved it when they all visited.

'Kookie!!' squealed their younger son, Jimin from his mother's hands and Yeontan barked, making Jimin laugh louder.

Taehyung took Jimin from Y/N's arms and Jungkook off the ground. Y/N watched as he danced around with both his sons in his arms.

Jungkook laughed at his father's ridiculous dance. Even though his name was Jungkook, he was a splitting image of Taehyung - the smile to be particular.

Y/N smiled as she thought of Jungkook. She knew he was watching over them, he was their guardian angel.

'Eomma!!' Jungkook called out, holding his hand out to her.

She quickly ran to take his tiny hand in hers.

'You alright?' Taehyung asked as she held Jungkook in her arms.

She nodded, pressing a little kiss on Taehyung's cheek.

'I love you, Taetae' she said and Jimin clapped his chubby little hands.

'Taetae!!' he said, 'Appa Taetae!'

Taehyung smiled, and said 'I love you too'

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Dark haired Taetae is my favorite Taetae 😍💜😘😘😘

My sweet baby 😍😘

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: kim taehyung edit -mintyjeon

weverse magazine, butter album. 2021.07.29

Fucking Finally

First things first, I did take inspiration from a different story. It's Yoongi X Reader fic, I don't remember the name but this is where the story generates from. However mine will be different.

So if any of you know the story that I am referring to, send me a link so I can credit the author appropriately.

"Oh fuck you Tae!" you screamed as you slammed your controller down on the table. Taehyung laughed as he watched his character throwing yours around in defeat. '

You had invited him over to play some video games with you, seeing as how you'd just gotten a new gaming system. He offered to help you set it up if he could play on it with you. Since your asshole of an ex decided he wanted to dick down another girl while you were days away from celebrating your year and a half anniversary.

"Ha ha! I am the greatest! Come on, ___, tell me I'm the best," he chuckled swinging his arm over your shoulder. You scoffed and pushed his arm off, walking to the kitchen to grab something to drink for the both of you.

Taehyung was quick to follow you. The two of you drank some water and tried to decide if you wanted to try to play another game or not. You had bought quite a few new games  and you and Tae had only played a few of them. Plus, Tae didn't have to work today, so he was all yours so to speak.

"So, do you want to watch me play Skyrim for a little while?" you asked. "I need to go to Solitude and kill some of the guards for gold," you suggested taking your glass back to the living room. Taehyung followed you and sat down on the couch before laying his head on your lap. You eyed him curiously.

"Go on, I won't bother you," he said, sipping out of his cup dangerously.

You sighed, but relented and let him lay on your lap. After a while you were just running around and not doing much of anything in Skyrim, when all of a sudden a dragon appeared.

"Oh SHIT!" you screamed, gripping onto your controller and scrambling to try and get your shouts ready.

And then, not surprisingly, you died.

Taehyung was fighting off giggling as he watched you pitch a fit.

"Oh shut up Tae! You know that dragon is hard to kill! I'd like to see you do it!" you yelled, slamming the controller down on the ground.

Twenty minute later you were choking him on the couch with the wires of the lamp on the side of the table.

"Sorry! ____-ah!" he said struggling to keep you from fully strangling him.

"You just had to go and show me up didn't you! Huh? You like watching me run around like a chicken with it's head cut off for almost three hours while I try desperately to kill the damned dragon! My name is Taryn Moonrise I am a Dark Elf and a Mage of Skyrim and leader of the Thieves guild and I will end you!" you shrieked, fighting him.

"I am sorry! I'll reload it and make it so you can kill it this time! You've seen me do it so now you know how, think of it as a walkthrough in real life!" he yelped.

You paused and thought through that scenario.

It did seem fair enough.

"Fine. You live this time Elinjar Nightwing," you grumbled before sitting down on the couch beside him. You felt a warm arm wrap around your waist and you couldn't fight the smile the crept onto your lips.

Taehyung had been your friend for so long and even though you two could be a little explosive at times, you knew that you cared for each other very deeply. He'd helped you through your suicidal phase and your dick of an ex-boyfriend who consistently made you feel like you weren't good enough. You'd helped him through the rough times with the pressure of being himself and not trying to be someone else. The two of you were thicker than thieves and everything you did, you did it together.

"Snuggle with me, I'm cold," he said, opening his arms wider for you. Not being able to resist you crawled into his lap and curled up in his warmth. He sighed happily as you both slowly started falling asleep.

-_-_-_-_-

You woke up to the sound of your phone going off. You saw Taehyung cuddling your waist as he snuggled into your stomach. A smile spread across your face and you brushed his hair out of his face.

Your heart lurched at the feelings he gave you, but, you couldn't do much more about it... It's the most cliched thing in existence, but, you didn't want to ruin your friendship... You valued it more than anything...

Finally you looked at your phone and you almost threw up.

EX: I'm on my way up in the elevator. You better be ready to talk things out with me. I'm the best you're ever going to get.

Dread filled your stomach as you tried to think of a way to get him to leave...

You shook Taehyung awake and he groaned with annoyance.

"What is it? It's like, five in the morning," he complained.

"My ex is on his way up, we need to think of something quick to make sure he doesn't come in," you said, showing him the text.

Taehyung's eyes darkened in anger and he snatched your phone from you, ready to write a reply. You grabbed the device quickly, making sure that he didn't send anything that the two of you would regret later.

"Let me at that asshat," he growled, going to stand up. You wrapped your arms around him and tried as hard as you could to keep him from going after your ex.

"Tae! Don't! I don't want to have a lawsuit on our heads. But, we could get revenge on him in a safer way," you said, feeling the cogs turning in your head.

"What would that be?" he asked, looking at you with curiosity and anger burning in his eyes.

You smirked and beckoned him forward with your finger. He followed and came closer. "We mess up our clothing a little, make some ridiculous moaning sounds and answer the door, he'd be so embarrassed he wouldn't even know what the fuck he walked in on! I can just see the look on his face, it'll be priceless," you said, thinking about shocked expression that would be on your ex.

"You mean pretend we're fucking to get him to go away?" Taehyung said, raising an eyebrow.

"If you wouldn't mind," you said, shying away slightly.

It got awkwardly silent in the room as Taehyung stared at you with blank eyes.

Just as you were about to suggest something else, Taehyung started laughing. His eyes were watering and he appeared to be in pain from laughing so hard.

"Oh my God! That's perfect! Let's do it," he chuckled. You felt the anxiety from earlier lift off your chest as you saw Taehyung smile.

You got another text from your ex.

EX: I'm heading down the hall. You know I hate waiting.

Taehyung took off his shirt and threw it onto the floor. You rustled up your shirt and hair.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"___. Let me in," he announced.

You did everything you could to make sure you didn't laugh. But you managed not to laugh and you let out a ridiculous moan.

Taehyung almost burst into laughter again, but he kept himself quiet. He let out a groan with a high pitched squeal on the end. You smacked your hand on the wall like he was fucking you into the wall.

The longer the two of you went on like this, the less silly it got and the more realistic. He started saying your name and you started chanting his.

Your heart started to race and you couldn't help but get a little excited because of him...

He was handsome. That was something you couldn't deny. And, even better, he had a winning personality. Loyal, caring and kind. All things that your worthless ex never had. And the way his eyes sparkled when he was happy. The way he lit up a room when he walked in.

Everything he did seemed to seduce you and make you love him a little more each day. But you could never tell him that. How could you?

Oh hey Tae, I want to fuck your brains out cause I've loved you for about three years. Sound good to you?

The knocking on your door became more violent and you decided that you would scramble to answer it.

You pulled the door open and saw your ex standing there fuming.

"Oh. It's you," you grumbled, standing back and crossing your arms. He took in your appearance and seemed to grow in anger.

"Seems like you're the slut you've always been. Glad I caught you like this so I don't come back to a stretched out whore," he growled, his words hitting you like poison.

A warm arm wrapped around your waist and you were pulled into a warm body. Taehyung was glaring at your ex with a viciousness you hadn't seen in a long time.

"I think you should back off mate. She's not yours anymore. She's mine, and I don't like the way you're talking to the women I love. Something you never did," he hissed, bringing you in even closer to him.

The women he loves?

You?

No... Surely he only said that to scare the douche bag on your front step away?

Right?

"Ah, Taehyung. You've always been a slave to your dick. She must still be tight then, cause I know you can't give it to her as good as I could," he chuckled, crossing his arms.

Without any warning Taehyung stepped forward and flung his fist into your ex's nose. A sickening crack echoed throughout the hall as he stumbled backwards and hit the ground on his ass. You gasped and held your mouth in shock.

Taehyung wasn't a violent person. To see him actually throw a punch was something unheard of. But it happened. And he had done it for you.

Your ex scrambled to his feet and proceeded to shout profanities as he ran down the hall like a puppy with his tail between his legs. Taehyung was staring down the hallway with a blank expression on his face.

You didn't give it much thought before you walked forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back.

"Thank you Tae... Thank you so much," you whispered, kissing his back in an affectionate manner.

The sensation sent a chill down his spine as he turned to you and cradled your face in his hands.

"Why...? Why did you have to date someone like him when I have been here the whole God damned time?" he whispered, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. You leaned into his touch, like you always did because you felt safest in his arms.

"Because I didn't want to risk anything we had out of a silly crush... You mean so much more to me than that," you said, hanging onto his wrists.

"Is it really just a silly crush? Or is it something deeper?" he said pulling you close to him.

The atmosphere between the two of you had changed.

It was serious now.

The two of you had already said too much.

What more did you have to lose?

Without much more though, you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. His lips were soft and warm against your own, making you sigh with contentment. Taehyung was stiff at first, but eased into your advances willingly. He brought his hands down to your hips from your shoulders and rubbed the skin that was showing.

You started walking backwards towards your apartment door, smiling as Tae followed so your kiss didn't break. Taehyung kicked your door shut as the two of you slowly edged towards your bedroom. You pulled your tank top off as you made it to the bedroom.

The sound of your mattress squeaking filled the room, as well as the pants coming from you and Taehyung as your lungs desperately asked for air. But, the desire to have your lips on his was far too great.

He was hovering over you, pressing delicate little kisses on your neck and collarbones. You couldn't help the small mewl that had escaped your lips. His lips felt so incredible against your skin. It felt as though every nerve ending in your body was on fire. And he hadn't even touched you where you really wanted him to.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked breathlessly, pulling away from you for just a moment.

"Of course, Taehyung... I want you more than anything. B-Because I love you," you whispered, blushing a deep red.

"Then I won't keep you waiting," he growled seductively, lowering his body against your own.

Everything was slow. You two had nothing to rush. You had all the time in the world.

Taehyung was patient, as well as you. Because this was all about learning the new sides to each other.

What made you cry out his name in a way that he was anticipating.

If you moved your hips just right, what sound would he make?

There was a lot of learning to be done. And the two of you were taking your time.

You unbuttoned Taehyung's jeans and pushed your hand inside, eager to feel him. He was hard and thick against your palm and you could feel yourself get wetter at the thought of him inside of you.

Taehyung pulled the clothing from your waist down off, leaving you bare to him except for you bra.

"I think the clothing ratio here is a little unfair," you stated, tugging on his jeans, wanting them off his lithe frame.

He was quick to comply with your demands as he pulled his pants off, throwing them only to have them be forgotten on your floor.

Your lips were back on his as he grinded his clothed member against you. You couldn't hold back your moan as you felt his hard cock against your bare wetness. How had you resisted this for so long? How could you deny your love for this man for these past years?

All of it didn't matter now though, because you were going to be together now.

At least, that's what you were hoping for.

Taehyung had you sit up and undid the clasp on your bra, throwing it to the floor as well. You gasped when his hot tongue met your chilled flesh. He swirled his tongue around your nipple while his hand palmed your other breast.

"Oh, Tae... That feels so good," you encouraged, tangling your fingers in his hair as he suckled at the delicate skin. He started sucking harder and biting gently, causing you to buck up against his body. A groan escaped him as your core bumped into his throbbing erection.

It wasn't going to be much longer now...

Taehyung moved from your breasts down your stomach and hips, leaving wet kisses the whole way down. He gently eased your legs apart, kissing your thigh with a gentleness you'd never experienced before. He seemed concerned if you truly wanted to do this or not.

"Please Tae... I want you, hurry," you begged, rubbing your breasts in his absence. He watched you with lustful eyes as he lowered his mouth against you. You cried out in pleasure, feeling his tongue move expertly over your womanhood. Every flick of his tongue had you trembling with satisfaction that was driving you towards an edge that was approaching you scarily fast. You'd never really found a man going down on you that enjoyable, but you wouldn't say no to this ever again.

You had a feeling that he would be good at this from being his friend for so long. The damn boy couldn't keep his tongue in his fucking mouth... But you weren't really complaining about that now.

Taehyung teased you with one of his long fingers, pushing in to the knuckle.

"Holy fuck you're tight around my finger... I can't wait to feel you around my cock," he groaned to himself. Although his dirty talk made you clench involuntarily around his digit.  Slowly, Taehyung eased his finger out of you. You were about to protest when you felt his finger going back inside of you and his mouth lowered down on your mound again. All of the sensations sent shockwaves through your body as you were thrown off the edge of orgasm without much warning.

The rush of pleasure flooded through your veins as Taehyung helped you through the intensity by kissing your thighs and easing the movement of his fingers.

You lay there, almost boneless after your orgasm. Taehyung pulled his fingers out of you and licked the erotically, stirring the sensations in the pit of your stomach all over again.

"You got an orgasm baby, you ready for another one?" he asked, pulling his underwear off.

His long cock smacked his stomach as he flung his underwear. You stared at it with longing and desire. You scrambled to your knees and stroked his length a few times before lowering your mouth onto him to get him wet for you. Even though you were thoroughly drenched for him already.

Taehyung moaned as you continued to suck his dick and play with his balls. He let out delicious little whimpers and gasps that had you working even more enthusiastically to put him over the edge.

However, Taehyung had other ideas.

"As much as I would love to finish in your mouth baby... I have a better place in mind for that. Open your legs for me?" he asked sweetly while looking at you with such a lustful expression it made your soul ache.

You turned around and got on all fours, angling yourself towards him with an eagerness that burned within your heart. Taehyung chuckled at you before rubbing his length against your slit in a teasing manner. You gasped and leaned your hand on your hands.

Slowly, but surely, Taehyung eased himself inside of you. The stretching hurt a little, but the filling sensation you received was much better than any small amount of discomfort. You could feel his hips meet yours and the two of you were utterly still. You weren't sure if you were breathing for a small moment.

He was inside of you.

Your best friend was balls deep inside of you right now.

And it was the best feeling in the entire world.

"Are you alright? Does it hurt at all?" he asked sweetly, kissing your shoulder. You shook your head vigorously, fighting back a string of cuss words that threatening to leave your mouth due to the enormous amount of pleasure you were feeling. Taehyung smiled and kissed down your spine before straightening his back and beginning to move his hips in a gentle way.

Unlike the rough fucking you were expecting from him, he was going slow and taking his time.

Not that it didn't feel good, because it felt incredible. He was hitting you in just the right places and the pace felt good to get you adjusted to his length.

"You feel so good around me... God, how could I wait so long to have you like this?" he asked aloud. You giggled and started to meet his thrusts with your hips.

The loud sound of skin on skin resonated through the room. As well as your high pitched moans mixing with Taehyung's low, gravelly voice.

He kept saying vulgar things into your ears while fucking into you at the perfect pace. At the same time, his hands found your breasts again as he started to bang inside of you a little harder than before.

The sudden change made you cry out in surprise and pleasure. He was so deep inside of you, you could practically feel him in your stomach.

"Tae, faster, please... I want more," you whined, gripping onto the bed sheets as Taehyung continued to fuck you at a steady pace.

Hearing your plea, Taehyung started to move his hips faster against you. The new pace sent electricity through your body. You could feel Taehyung's finger tips digging into your ass, forcing your body backwards on his cock. You looked over your shoulder and saw his sweaty bangs hanging in his face. You wanted so badly to push them out of his face and watch him loose himself in bliss.

Taehyung seemed to sense your desire to change positions, because soon he was out of you and you were on your back. He didn't waste anytime to be back inside of you, however. The new position was better because you could actually see his face as he fucked you. His eyes scrunched up as he focused on how he was moving his hips. He looked determined.

You reached up and brushed his sweaty bangs from his face, holding his cheeks afterwards. Taehyung slowed his pace a little bit, looking into your eyes. You gave him a smile and a particularly drawn out moan before leaning forwards and sealing your lips together in a passionate kiss. Taehyung reveled in the contact and held your waist as he started to go even faster.

You were sure how much more you could take before you broke. The tension in your lower stomach was burning so badly and you wanted nothing more than to cum. But you knew that Taehyung was close as well...

You wanted to cum with him.

"Tae... Close," you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing your foreheads together. He nodded and started moving at an alarmingly fast rate, striking fire in your veins.

The faster he moved, the more you could hold back your moans.

"Tae! Oh fuck me Taehyung! That feel so good, right there. Oh God I'm cumming. Shit! Oh fuck!" you screamed as the pressure in your stomach released.

You tightened down on Taehyung's length and you felt warmth spreading through your core.

After a few moments, Taehyung's back loosened and you ran your nails down his spine gently, soothing him. You kissed his head and down his cheek to his chin, ending at his lips with an endearing kiss. The two of you smiled at each other with big cheesy grins.

"Fucking finally," he said, pulling out of you and jogging to the bathroom. When he returned he had a washcloth in his hands. As well as a t-shirt for you and a pair of sweatpants for himself.

After helping you clean up, the two of you were laying in each others arms. You looked up at Taehyung with curiosity in your eyes.

"Taehyung?" you asked, rubbing his arm affectionately.

He peaked one eye open and looked down at you. "Yeah?" he responded, snuggling you closer.

"I was wondering what you meant by finally... Finally getting to have sex with me or what?" you asked, propping yourself up on your arm. Taehyung sat up quickly and shook his head.

"No no! Remember earlier when dickface was here? I-I said I loved you, and that's what I was saying finally about... I have been hiding it for so long and I fucking finally grew the balls and said it out loud in front of you instead of in front of my mirror at home. I finally got to show you how much I love you as well. That's what I was relieved about. Although the sex was a plus, I must say," he giggled, pulling you into his arms again, kissing your head.

"I love you too Tae... Can you show me how to kill that dragon again?"

Vegas, Baby - Part II

Pairing: Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Accidental Marriage!AU

Warnings: Explicit Language

Words: 3.6 k

Here's the next part of Vegas, Baby guys! Hope everyone is staying safe and healthy out there! Love you!

You all rolled up into the club at around 9:00, ready to start drinking and getting a good buzz on before going to dance.

The second you hit the club, you felt a thrill rushing through your veins.

“Alright Y/N, start scoping them out,” Jessi said with a smile.

“They aren’t pieces of meat Jessi!” Lily reminded.

“Sorry sorry,” she apologized.

Heading towards the bar you found yourself with Jessi and Lily at your sides, leading the group. You realized you were in charge tonight. This was about you. Lifting your head a little higher you smiled as you all sat down at the bar. The tender was cute, but working and you didn’t want to bother him with your drunken antics.

“Alright Y/N, you’ve already got four men interested,” Jessi whispered, ordering a drink from the bartender.

“What?” you asked, moving to turn around when Lily pinched your hip. “Ow!”

“Don’t look, keep your air of mystery going. And you’ve just arrived, plenty of time to dance and see who you feel good with,” Lily reminded.

“Right, okay,” you said, ordering a drink from the bar as well.

You spent about half an hour trying to calm your racing heart, by dousing it in alcohol. But Jessi put an end to that rather quickly.

“Don’t drink too much or you’re definitely not going out of our sight tonight,” she warned.

“Sorry,” you said, ordering a glass of water to chill the buzz that was starting to fog up your head.

“I think it’s time for a dance,” Lily said after you had finished your water.

“Yeah, I feel like moving,” you said, hopping down from the stool carefully.

That’s when you saw him.

He was blending in with the crowd easily, but when you looked at his face, you knew he was different than everyone in this building. For one, he was gorgeous. A sculpted jawline that could cut marble. Dark eyes that made heat swirl in your stomach and long curly hair that looked perfect to tug on.

He was dressed in probably the most expensive clothes you’ve ever seen. Even though it was a simple white dress shirt tucked into some nice black dress pants, you saw the jewelry he wore blinking in the light. No doubt it was costly. One of his rings must’ve cost more than the dress you were wearing, easily.

But that didn’t stop the swirl of desire rushing through your veins.

“I think she found someone,” Jessi said, smile evident in her voice.

“Who-oh... Wow...” Lily trailed off, looking at him as well.

“What do you think Y/N? Wanna approach him?” Jessi asked.

“I-I don’t know,” you breathed.

As if sensing someone was looking at him, he turned away from the guy he was talking to and looked dead at you. It made your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. But, you managed a small smile at him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Your awkward attempt at flirting from across the room seemed to work, cause a smile was returned.

“Oh my God!” Jessi yelped.

“He’s interested,” Lily confirmed.

“Come on Y/N, let’s go dance. He’s interested, he’ll come talk to you. But don’t make a move just yet,” Jessi said softly, pulling you toward the dance floor.

Getting in between the sweaty bodies made you a little uncomfortable, but the liquid courage in your veins made everything much easier. Jessi moved your body with hers, having you mimic her motions.

Soon there were plenty of men approaching, trying to get the chance to dance with you. But Jessi and Lily were quick to distract them with themselves. After what felt like an eternity, the man you saw earlier was making his way to the dance floor. Your heart sped in your chest, making you feel weak. But soon, the man was a few feet from you.

“Excuse me,” he said, his deep baritone vocals seeping into your bones.

“Yes?” you asked, looking at him with a shy expression.

“Care to dance?” he asked, holding his hand out to you.

Taking it shortly thereafter you were pulled into his frame. The scent of sandalwood and musk over took you, making your head spin pleasantly. The pair of you moved together tentatively, not quite familiar but not uncomfortably. A different song came on and the man before you took it upon himself to turn your body so your back was facing his front. Wrapping his arms around your waist he rested his head along the crook of your neck.

“I dare say, you are the most beautiful girl out here tonight,” he say, breathing onto your exposed skin.

“Thank you, you look amazing too,” you mentioned, feeling his cool rings against your bare skin from the cutouts in your dress.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N,” you answered.

“Y/N,” he repeated, letting the feeling of your name sit on his tongue.

“What’s your name?” you asked back.

“Vante,” he said quietly. You nodded, already knowing this wasn’t his real name. Maybe you shouldn’t have given him yours, but, it was too late to take it back now.

“So, what brought you here?” he asked, swinging his body to the beat and moving your body with his.

“My friends,” you said, trying to keep your mind level.

“Yeah? They brought you out? You’re not from around here are you,” he asked.

“What makes you say that?” you asked.

“This is my club, and I’ve never seen you here before. I’d certainly remember.”

You could feel his smile against your skin, and it made your heart jump into your throat. But, unlike with most men, you didn’t feel like he was playing with you, or trying to just get the small talk out of the way to get to the main event.

He felt... Genuine.

“I lost my job back home, and decided that a week in Vegas is what I needed before I move back in with my parents,” you admitted.

“I’m sorry to hear that you lost your job,” he said.

“Eh, it was a pretty basic office job, so I’m not too heartbroken over it,” you told him honestly.

“Well, I’m glad it brought you here,” he said, the smile never leaving his face.

“Me too,” you said quietly.

“How long are you in Vegas for?” he asked.

“A week, this is my first night,” you answered.

“I see, that isn’t very long,” he said, sounding almost disappointed.

“No, I wish I could stay longer,” you said.

“I’m sure your friends do too,” Vante stated.

The song ended and another one picked right up where it left off, but Vante moved away from your body and turned you around.

“I’ll tell the bartender that your tab is on the house. You and your friends, it was nice talking to you, I hope I see you again,” Vante said before moving to walk away.

“Wait!” you said.

Jessi would’ve slapped you for this.

“Did you want to... Get out of here, with me?” you asked, wincing as the words came out of your mouth.

“Well, as tempting as an offer that is. And believe me, it is extremely tempting, I’m afraid I have to decline. I have work to do tonight, but I wanted to stop by the club to see how everyone was doing before I headed out. But, enjoy the rest of your night Y/N,” he said. With that he stalked off towards the bar, leaving you in the middle of the floor alone.

“What the fuck,” Jessi said, coming up behind you.

“Did he just leave you here?” Lily asked, already looking like she was ready to fight.

“Don’t Lily,” you said, already feeling your blood beginning to cool.

“What do you mean? That dick just played you!”

As much as you wanted to agree with her and be mad, you couldn’t. Cause you didn’t see it that way. When Vante spoke, he seemed as though he was being authentic with you. You believed the only thing he lied about, was his name.

“Come on guys, I don’t want to dwell on it. Let’s get some more drinks,” you suggested heading towards the bar.

You sat down and the bartender smiled at you brightly.

“Mr. Vante says that you ladies have a free tab tonight! Enjoy! Everything is on the house,” he smiled.

“What?” Jessi said, turning to look at you.

“Oh yeah... He said that he owns this club,” you winced.

“And he gave you a free tab for the night?” Lily asked.

“Yeah...?” you said, confused.

“Oh babe, this isn’t over then,” Jessi confirmed.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“If he gave you a free tab, it means he wants you to come back! We’ll have to come back again!” Jessi said, drinking her screwdriver happily.

“I guess,” you said, already looking forward to the idea of seeing him again.

--

It was your last night in Vegas when you went back to Vante’s club. Dressed in Jessi’s red silk dress that cut off right in the middle of your thighs. She said she wanted to pay homage to your pop of color the first night you and Vante met. It would help you stand out more.

You were talking to the bartender, who’s name you found out to be Tyler. He was super nice and really chill, already getting you the drink you favored most the previous night.

“Thanks,” you smiled, taking a sip already.

“So, let’s see if he’s here tonight,” Jessi said, looking over the crowd with her razor sharp gaze.

The three of you started drinking and before you knew it you were tipsy.

Not to the point where you didn’t know what you were doing, but it was enough to get you feeling light.

Then, like a ghost, Vante appeared from the back. He looked just as good as he did the first day. Sharp, crisp and clean clothes adorned him. He appeared like a magazine model has come to life off the page.

His eyes met yours and a warm rush of heat flooded your system. He smiled and kept his eyes trained on you, coming forward through the swarm of people that separated you. Jessi and Lily instinctively left to go dance at that moment.

“Have fun,” Jessi whispered.

“Be safe,” Lily said, before following.

Vante approached you and placed a hand on the stool facing you.

“I thought I scared you off,” he said, looking at the liquor behind the bar.

“I don’t scare easy,” you said smiling.

“I’m glad, I was worried I wasn’t going to see you again before you left,” he said, pointing at the vodka bottle and getting it handed to him shortly thereafter. Shot glasses were placed on the counter next to the two of you and then Tyler was gone again.

“Unfortunately it’s my last night here, I have a flight tomorrow at 4:00,” you said to him.

“That is unfortunate,” Vante agreed.

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t have fun,” you offered.

“You’re right about that,” he said, pouring two shots.

“No work to do tonight?” you asked, hinting to when he turned you down.

“Fortunately for me I don’t,” he smiled, pushing a shot glass towards you.

He took his shot first. Shortly after you took yours. The burn traced your throat, filling your body with warmth. Vante poured another for himself, and took it, licking his lips at the end. Clearing his throat he looked to you.

“So, last night in Vegas, what are your plans?” he asked.

“I don’t really have any,” you said lamely, hoping he didn’t leave.

“Ah, so you’re free?” he said with another shot being pushed your way.

You took it and tossed it down, coughing lightly after.

“I am,” you said.

“That is nice to hear,” he said, taking his third shot in ten minutes.

Placing your hand on his wrist, you stopped him from pouring another one.

“Something wrong?” he asked, looking down at the alcohol then back to you.

“I-I uh...”

In all honesty you didn’t want him to get too drunk, it was nice just talking to him like this.

“Rough day for me, I’m afraid. Hence the eagerness to hit the booze,” he smiled sadly, as if it really pained him to admit it.

“I’m sorry, do you want to talk about it?” you asked, looking at him in concern.

“No, no that’s okay. Thank you for the offer though, that’s incredibly sweet,” he nodded.

“Well, if you ever are feeling in a sharing mood, maybe I can give you my number?” you asked. It was a long shot, because you were leaving tomorrow, but the idea of never speaking to him again made your heart sink into your stomach.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he smiled.

He handed you his phone and you plugged the number in, putting your name in at the top. Then, he held his hand out for yours, which you gave him.

“Are you going to put your real name in there?” you asked, suddenly unable to filter your words.

Vante just smirked.

“Very perceptive, knowing I didn’t give you my real name,” he said as he plugged in ‘Vante’ as the contact name.

“So that’s a no,” you said, taking your phone back and putting it in your purse.

“Don’t sound so disappointed. There’s a lot of power in names, you know,” he said.

“I guess,” you pouted.

“Don’t look so down,” he smiled, coming over to wrap his arms around your shoulder.

“I think I need another drink,” you confessed, waving Tyler down.

“The usual?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Mr. Vante? What would you like?” he asked.

“A manhattan, strong, with bourbon instead of whisky,” he ordered.

“Very good, I’ll be right back,” he said.

The two of you kept drinking and talking, exchanging pleasantries. But Vante seemed to dig into you, while you barely scraped the surface of him. And the problem was, the more you drank, the more your mind was swirling with the thought of him. His face and eyes boring into your flesh.

The last thing you remember before everything goes black are those beautifully sad eyes.

--

You woke up with a pounding headache. But the plushness of the pillows made up for the severe ache in your head. Cracking your eyes open you saw the light coming in through the window.

That’s when you realized.

You weren’t with Jessi and Lily...

Bolting up in bed you looked around. You were still in your clothes, thank God. But, where were you?

Looking in the bed next to you, you saw someone else sleeping. Still fully clothed as well. Your heart eased a little, until you figured out who it was.

It was Vante. Vante was sleeping next to you.

Had you slept with him last night?

You were still clothed, but that didn’t mean anything. Suddenly, a wave of nausea came over you, making you rush to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

Rinsing your mouth out you heard shuffling in the other room.

Peaking your head out the door you saw Vante sitting up and examining the area just as you had done. Did he not remember anything either?

You walked into the room and saw Vante’s look of confusion turn to concern.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you answered.

“This isn’t the time to joke around Y/N, do you remember anything?” he asked.

“No, I don’t, the last thing I remember was sitting in the club with you,” you said.

He sighed and ruffled his hair. You couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at his attitude and morning voice. But, you weren’t here to be yelled at.

“Vante what’s going on?” you asked.

“I don’t know, I drank too much,” he groaned, laying down on the bed and looking up at the ceiling.

“We didn’t drink that much, did we?” you asked, not really talking to Vante.

“I’m not sure, but my tolerance is pretty high. I shouldn’t have blacked out,” he said, concern lacing his features.

“Jessi, Lily!” you shrieked, shuffling through your purse that was unceremoniously thrown on the floor until you found your phone.

43 missed calls

76 messages

“Oh I’m so fucked,” you groaned. Then you looked at the time. And you screamed.

Vante jumped in the corner at the sound and you bolted up right and looked at the clock in the room. It wasn’t wrong.

4:38 pm.

“Shit! Shit shit shit!’ you cried.

“What?!” Vante yelled back.

“I missed my flight! And I don’t have the money to get back now,” you whimpered, already feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

“Hey don’t cry,” Vante said, coming over and trying to calm you down.

But in the process of bringing your hand to your eyes to wipe them, you saw a glint in the light. Looking closer you noticed a simple, silver band over your finger.

“What the-”

“Oh fuck,” Vante said, looking down at your purse.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

Without a word, he reached down and pulled out the piece of paper that was shoved inside.

Unfolding it and smoothing the wrinkles out, Vante held the piece of paper over you.

Squinting in the light you looked at the top.

Marriage License

“Oh fuck,” you whsipered. “What are we gonna do?” you asked.

“Well-I... I’m not too sure,” he whispered, rubbing his chin.

“I gotta call my parents,” you said, reaching to call them when Vante took your phone out of your hand.

“No, don’t,” he said.

“What do you mean? They’re expecting me to be on a plane back home!” you said.

“Y/N, we’re in big trouble. I don’t think you realize that,” he said.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I haven’t been completely transparent with you,” he sighed, rubbing his face.

“What do you mean Vante?” you asked.

“Firstly, my name isn’t Vante. It’s Taehyung,” he started.

“Taehyung,” you said softly.

“And I’m not some regular club owner,” he said.

“Okay...?”

“I’m a... a part of the Korean Mafia,” he whispered.

Panic surged through your body.

“Don’t fuck with me right now Vante-Taehyung!”

“I’m not fucking with you Y/N, I’m being deathly serious,” he said, voice chilling your skin.

“Okay, alright. Say you are a member of the Korean Mafia, what does that mean? Are you going to kill me?” You asked, fear trickling down your spine at the thought.

“No! No no, I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re legally my wife for christ sake,” he said.

“Then what’s the issue? We just get an annulment in a couple days and then we’re free. Issue solved. I can stay with Jessi and Lily until my parents can get me back home,” you said, already formulating a plan in your head.

“No, that’s not gonna happen,” he said quietly.

“What do you mean that’s not gonna happen?” you asked, shocked.

“You can’t just get an annulment with me,” he said, looking at the ground.

“Excuse me?” you asked, stunned at his words.

“If you leave me, it’ll make me look weak. And, you’re at risk of being hurt by stray members of the mafia. There are rivals who will use you to try to get to me now. Even if we aren’t married. You’re safest at my side for now,” Taehyung said, looking out the window.

“So, you’re saying my life is at risk because of this?” you asked, looking down at the marriage license with a sour taste in your mouth.

“Yes, unfortunately that’s the truth. You’re a part of this now, whether we like it or not,” he announced.

“Taehyung, what am I going to do? I can’t go back home and bring this to my parents, Jessi and Lily will murder me if I tell them. What do I do?!” you shrieked.

He whirled around and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“What we’re not gonna do is panic. That’s the last thing we need, so what we’re going to do is play the role. We got married on purpose, a secret ceremony. My parents aren’t going to like this either. But, we’ve been dating for a while, just not publicly. We were so madly in love that we couldn’t help but get married,” he said.

“What are you talking about!? I can’t just tell my parents that I got married in Vegas. I can’t tell Lily and Jessi that I got married to you last night! What can I do Taehyung? This is all such a huge mess,” you whimpered, breaking down into tears.

“Please don’t cry,” he said, kneeling down beside you.

“I can’t help it, I’m so overwhelmed.”

He sighed and rubbed your back until you calmed down a little. And then he spoke again.

“You’re telling your parents that you got a job opportunity here in the states and are staying here with Jessi and Lily. They won’t think twice about it. As for Jessi and Lily, we’re going to have to tell them the truth,” he said.

“We? You plan on explaining to my two best friends that I got hitched in Vegas drunk off my ass to a mafia member?” you exclaimed.

“If that’s what it takes, then yes,” he said.

“Jesus Taehyung do you hear yourself? I barely know you!”

“I know, I know, but I need you to trust me. Just trust me. I can offer you a life of comfort, your family will be safe and want for nothing. You just can’t leave me,” he said.

“Taehyung,” you said, still very uncertain.

“I promise you, I’m not lying. I give you my word,” he said, placing his hand over his heart. You saw his ring glinting in the light and you sighed.

“Fine. But I gotta talk to Jessi and Lily. Soon,” you said firmly.

“I’ll take you,” he said, already grabbing his keys from his pockets.

“Okay,” you sighed, looking down at your purse.

God, what had you done?

Vegas, Baby - Part V

Okay so I'm new at banners so take it easy on me.

But hi! Sorry i haven't really been active on here, I had a family member pass away and things have been hectic since. But I'm here, and this was prewritten so I have some time to work on new content, but here it is!

Hope you Enjoy <3

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) X Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Accidental Marriage!AU, Romance, Smut (Future)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Explicit language, Injury, Blood (Nothing terribly bad)

Words: 2.9k - I know it's super short forgive me :'(

Summary: They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. What happens when there’s a little more legality to it than that?

Before you knew it, a month had passed.

And you hadn’t left the house except for the day with Yeri, Yoongi and Jimin.

You were slowly going stir crazy desperate for any kind of outdoor time. But Taehyung was far too busy to go with you, and he didn’t like the idea of you going by yourself. But after days of begging when you managed to see him, he finally cracked.

But not in the way you expected.

You were sitting in the library reading when Mrs. Blight came in. Someone who was still not too fond of you.

“Master Taehyung would like for you to meet him in the parlor,” she said, leaving you with that.

Standing up you headed to the parlor, but instead of just seeing Taehyung, there was another man there too.

“Ah, Y/N, there you are. Come sit down,” Taehyung said, patting the seat next to him. You did as he asked, sitting down next to him.

Looking across from you, there was a man in all back, a gun strapped to his side and a ear piece in his ear. His brown hair was pulled to the side and his eyes were covered with sunglasses.

“Y/N, this is a good friend of mine, Jung Hoseok, and he will be your personal bodyguard,” Taehyung said.

“What?” you asked, turning to look at him with an incredulous look on your face.

“You keep asking if you can go out and do things, and while I can’t go with you everywhere, Hoseok can. That way you still have your freedom and I can do my work and not feel so guilty about trapping you in the house,” he said.

“Taehyung, I don’t know,” you said, trying not to overthink it.

“It’s fine, Hoseok is a skilled fighter and master marksman, you’ll be totally safe with him,” Taehyung confirmed.

“I know but, do you think I need a bodyguard? Why can’t I just go out on my own?” you asked.

“Y/N, there are members of the mafia who aren’t too happy about our union. I will work with them to try to ease these fears of outsiders, but they are set in their ways. If you were taken from me, it would make me look weak, and my hold over Korea and the states would begin to crumble,” Taehyung explained.

“So this is a power play,” you said, not liking the thought of being a possession to be kept behind glass.

“No, no Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that,” he said.

“No, I get it. I’m just a mistake that you need to cover up and hide away, it’s fine,” you said, standing up.

“Y/N, don’t twist my words,” he said, sighing.

“I’m leaving,” you said, heading toward the door, when you heard a pair of footsteps following you.

Turning around you saw Hoseok standing behind you.

“Uh, you don’t need to follow me,” you said.

“That’s his job Y/N,” Taehyung reminded.

“Shut up Taehyung,” you said, turning around and leaving the room, a bewildered Taehyung in your wake.

The footsteps behind you didn’t cease, much to your dismay.

They followed you all the way to your room. You turned to see Hoseok, who stood there like a guard dog, reeled in on a tight leash. You sighed and rubbed your forehead.

You snapped at Taehyung, who was only trying to give you what you wanted. But to say that if you died it would make him look weak, to hear him talk about you as if you weren’t important. That really grinded your gears.

Opening your door, you left it open, expecting Hoseok to follow. But when the footsteps didn’t continue, you looked out to see him standing at the entrance, his back to you.

“Uh, you not coming in here with me?” you asked, looking at him.

“No, this is your personal space, I won’t invade that unless absolutely necessary,” he said, keeping his back to you.

“Thank you,” you stated.

“Taehyung insisted upon this. That I’m not to follow you in here unless specifically directed or it is unavoidable,” he said.

“God I’m such a bitch,” you groaned, throwing your head on the pillow.

“I don’t think that’s true. Taehyung can be a bit of a jerk, so, I think your reaction was justified,” he commented.

“Yeah, but he’s only doing this to give me what I want. Since he can’t give me absolute freedom, he’s doing the next best thing,” you said, mostly to yourself.

Hoseok remained quiet, standing guard at the entrance of your room. You went to the bathroom and washed up a little, trying to keep the guilt from eating you up inside. But it still remained throughout the night.

Hoseok stayed at your door, never leaving.

You read a little, and as the night got late you heard Hoseok answer a call.

“Hoseok,” he answered plainly.

You waited, holding your ear against the door.

“He what?!” he said, sounding concerned.

You wondered who they were talking about.

“I’ll have to leave my post to come pick him up,” Hoseok said.

You strained your ears to continue to listen.

“Taehyung is injured? How badly,” he asked.

Taehyung is what? Your heart dropped into your stomach.

“I’ll be there shortly,” Hoseok said.

You scrambled away from the door and sat on your bed, picking up your book and looked at it with practised ease. Hoseok knocked and opened the door, looking at you.

“I must leave you for a moment, but please, do stay here. I will be back shortly,” he said.

You nodded, waving to him before looking back down at your book.

Hoseok bowed to you before leaving the room. You rushed to the door, listening for his retreating footsteps. When you couldn’t hear them anymore you rushed to the staircase, flying down them like a little kid on christmas. But you knew something had gone wrong. You felt it in your gut.

As you spotted Hoseok out in the front lawn, there you saw Taehyung. He was being carried by two other men, holding him by his shoulders. You looked and saw Hoseok take over for one of them, bringing him towards the house. You flew open the front door and looked at him properly.

His lip was bloodied. Cheek swollen and already beginning to bruise. There was a cut in his shirt with blood around it. And worst of all, he was holding his side with a bloodied hand. Your heart plummeted through the earth and settled in the fiery pits of it’s core. Something had gone terribly wrong.

‘Taehyung!” you cried, getting the surprise of Hoseok and Taehyung both.

“Let me go,” Taehyung said, pulling his arms out of the other two men’s grasp.

You rushed forward, and looked at his injuries. His side was bad, but at least it didn’t hit any major organs from what you could tell. The cheek would heal, so would the lip.

“What happened?” you asked, looking at his state with fear.

You thought Taehyung was untouchable.

But he is merely another human.

Even though he would like you to think otherwise.

“Got caught in a scrap between two of my newer recruits. Turns out one of them was working for Jeon. He struck to kill,” he said, gritting it out like the betrayal ran deep.

“Here, let me help you,” you said, taking his good side and holding him up.

He didn’t fight you, but the other two men looked on in surprise as the pair of you made it to the house.

Taehyung was breathing heavily, making you concerned about how much blood loss there has been. But that was when Mrs. Blight decided to rear her ugly head.

“Taehyung! What happened?” she asked, pushing you aside.

You looked as she checked him over, you were hurt, but not shocked at what happened.

“Mrs. Blight, please. I’d like to go get some rest if I could,” he said, sounding exhausted.

“I will call the doctor for you,” she said, moving to turn around.

“That’s okay, Y/N said she was going to help me,” Taehyung said, moving to hang onto you again.

“She has no medical experience, and you expect her to stitch up that wound? You are insane,” Mrs. Blight scoffed.

“She said she wanted to help me, let her help. I can stitch up my own wound anyways, I’ve done it before,” he said.

“Taehyung-”

“That’s Master Taehyung to you,” he warned, beginning to walk forward with you.

“Fine, get an infection and die! See if she’ll be there for you then! You pitious fool!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, go scare some kids or whatever you do on the weekends,” Taehyung groaned.

You helped him to your room, him saying it was closer than his. So the pair of you got to the bathroom and you found an emergency medical kit stashed underneath the sink. Taehyung sat on the sink, holding a cold washcloth to his face.

You worked diligently, letting the only kind of medical knowledge you had take over. Taehyung watched as you moved around the bathroom in silence. He was uncomfortable, you could tell, but you wanted to make sure that he would be okay before you started your apology.

After about half an hour, you helped Taehyung stitch up his side, holding onto a light so he could see it better. He grunted in pain each time the needle went in, but it was for the best. He knew that.

Eventually it was all done. His wounds were cleaned and bandaged and his stitches were tight and secure.

He looked at you and you stared right back.

“I’m sorry-”

You both said at the same time.

Chuckling, Taehyung moved to speak first.

“I’m really sorry about what I said earlier. It’s not my intention to keep you locked up in here all day. I don’t see you as a possession, I see you as my equal in this house, but I know with the way I act sometimes it can be hard to feel that way. I really try not to bother you, but it’s really nice having you here. I-I don’t feel so alone anymore,” he confessed, a small smile on his face.

“Thank you Taehyung, I really like being here. It’s odd and not like what I thought it would be. But everyone is kind, except for Mrs. Blight but that’s not an issue. What is an issue is our communication. We need to tell each other how we’re feeling and what we are experiencing. You avoiding me won’t convince anyone we love each other. So if we are going to play this role, then we need to be friends,” you said.

Taehyung seemed to mull it over.

“Friends,” he agreed, holding his hand out.

You pushed his hand away and wrapped your arms around his neck carefully, pulling him in for a hug. Taehyung patted your back gingerly, not wanting to hurt himself any further. You pulled back and smiled at him.

“You think you can make it to your room?” you asked, looking at his state. He was obviously feeling a little better, but his gate worried you a bit.

“I think I can manage,” he stated, moving to step forward, when his legs gave out and he hit the floor on his knees.

“Taehyung!” you said, coming forward and placing your hands on his shoulders.

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” he said softly, rubbing his side absentmindedly.

“You aren’t okay, why don’t you sleep in here tonight?” you asked. Taehyung looked at you quickly, astonished.

“What?” he asked, looking for confirmation.

“Not like that you weirdo. I’ll sleep on the floor or something, you take the bed. You’re hurt,” you said, brushing the hair out of his face.

“I will not allow my wife to sleep on the floor. That is ridiculous,” Taehyung stated, moving to stand up.

“It’s fine,” you said, helping him to his feet.

“Let’s just sleep together,” he said, exhaustion creeping into his voice.

You tried to keep in your gasp, but Taehyung heard it loud and clear. He sent you a wicked smile, already toying with you.

“Oh? Something on your mind Y/N?” he asked.

“For someone who is hurt, you are making it far too tempting to throttle you right now,” you said, helping him get into bed.

“Ooh, promises promises,” Taehyung smirked.

“I’ll just go sleep in one of the guest rooms,” you said, heading towards the door.

“Y/N, Y/N wait, I’m sorry. I’ll quit teasing, I promise,” Taehyung said from the bed.

You turned and raised a brow.

“You promise?” you asked, looking at him doubtfully.

“I will, for tonight anyways,” he smiled.

You sighed.

That was as good as you were gonna get.

“Fine,” you said, coming over and crawling into bed next to him.

You laid stock still, waiting for him to fall asleep. Laying there in the dead silence was uncomfortable, but you tried your best to keep everything together.

Eventually you started getting tired, when Taehyung’s voice echoed throughout the room.

“Y/N, do you plan to lay like a log the whole night or are you going to get comfortable?” he asked, turning over to face you.

“Um,” you said, scooting further to the side of the bed.

“You can get comfortable, you know, it is your bed,” he stated.

“I just-ah!” you gasped, getting pulled into Taehyung’s chest. You wiggled around a bit, before you heard Taehyung groan in pain.

“Ouch, ouch ouch,” he grunted.

“Sorry Taehyung!” you said, turning.

“That’s alright, just, don’t move so much,” he asked, moving to adjust his hold on you.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, as you felt him relax.

“It’s alright, just try to get some sleep,” he said.

You nodded quietly, before closing your eyes. You tried to focus on the feeling of the sheets beneath you. The feeling of Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, made your heart clench in your chest. What was this feeling you had? Like you were at peace, but your heart was racing.

Your mind was reeling, when Taehyung's voice entered your ears yet again.

“Relax, Y/N. I’ve got you,” he said. Rubbing his thumb on your hip before taking a deep breath.

You did the same, and slowly, sleep fell over you.

--

You woke up the next morning and Taehyung was gone.

Sighing, you got up and got dressed. Sleeping in your clothes from the day prior did make you feel a little gross, especially since there was blood staining your clothes. But you walked down to the kitchen to find Seokjin already plating some waffles for you.

“Ah, Lady Y/N, good to see you,” he said, adding a little whip cream on the top.

“Good to see you too, Seokjin,” you smiled, sitting down at the island where you waffles sat waiting for you.

“I hope waffles are okay. If you want something else I can make that instead,” he said, turning to head towards the stove.

“No! These look great,” you said, already digging in.

Seokjin just smiled, cleaning up his station diligently.

You ate in silence, just enjoying the flavors of the waffle dancing across your tongue. Seokjin came back over to make small talk with you, just something to keep the atmosphere light.

When you finished he asked if you wanted anything else and you shook your head and thanked him for the meal. He smiled and waved you out of the room.

You went to the library and picked up your most recent book, enjoying the serenity that was this space. You always felt relaxed in here.

That is, until you noticed someone sitting in the corner.

“Good morning, Hoseok,” you said, looking up from your book.

“That didn’t take as long as I thought it would. Taehyung is right, you are pretty sharp,” he said, standing and coming over closer.

“Maybe you’re just bad at hiding,” you smiled, looking back down at your book.

“Something tells me that’s not the case,” he said, sitting across from you.

The pair of you sat in silence for a moment before Hoseok spoke up.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“For what?” you asked, not looking up from your book.

“For being with Taehyung,” he said, making your head snap up to look at him.

“Well... it’s not like I have much choice. But... He’s not so bad,” you said, fiddling with your fingers.

“It’s not just that, though, is it? There’s something more there,” Hoseok said.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said, not looking in his direction.

“There’s something more about you and Taehyung. He seems a little different,” he declared. You blushed.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” you reasoned, trying to keep your heart rate under control.

“You can deny it all you want Y/N, but I think you’re both changing. For the better,” Hoseok said.

As you were about to answer, a knock came to the door.

You looked and saw Taehyung entering, a dark look crossing his face. You felt your back stiffen in concern. Something had gone wrong.

“Y/N, you need to go change, quickly,” he said, not acknowledging Hoseok in the room with you.

“What’s going on?”

“Just, please, go get dressed,” he said, coming forward.

“Why? Just tell me Taehyung,” you said.

Hoseok stood up and looked at him as well.

“We’re in deep shit, Y/N,” he said.

Your blood ran cold.

“What can I do?” you said, already trying to think of what could be wrong.

“My parents are here.”

I'm gonna need you all to follow my thoughts up here:

Having a busy schedule, and not being able to see your fiance Kim Taehyung for a while. So after looking through your days, he save the weekend for both of you, in a nice house at the mountains.

Even though the weather it's cold, he plans a really nice and romantic days. Cooking together, dancing together, getting a nice wine together... and once you get tired, both of you take a nap in a improvised bad in front of a fireplace.

You wake up with him being a lovely boyfriend stroking your hair. And once he realises you're awake, Taehyung start to kiss your faces iluminated by the moonlight, praising how gorgeous you are.

"My, gorgeous, gorgeous lover"

With his lips traveling your face, neck and torso, always repeating sweet words. His low tone, making you shiver, and release the sweets sounds for him.

Grabbing you by the hips, he makes you sit on his lap, taking his pants and underwear off. Slowly and delicious-ly you sit on his hard cock, moving up and down.

He doesn't say, but the image of you, with your hair all over the place, moving while you we're riding him, the moonlight creating the most beautiful light for you. He felt looking at the most perfect angel, that had stepped on earth.

You don't even realize the way he's staring at you, but he's in a very intense trance. Once you have your realise, he follows you not much longer, having probably the most heavenly of the heavenly's orgasms in his life.

Waking up the other day, you find a peace of paper, with a song written down, about making love to an angel.

I'm gonna need you all to follow my thoughts up here:

Having a busy schedule, and not being able to see your fiance Kim Taehyung for a while. So after looking through your days, he save the weekend for both of you, in a nice house at the mountains.

Even though the weather it's cold, he plans a really nice and romantic days. Cooking together, dancing together, getting a nice wine together... and once you get tired, both of you take a nap in a improvised bad in front of a fireplace.

You wake up with him being a lovely boyfriend stroking your hair. And once he realises you're awake, Taehyung start to kiss your faces iluminated by the moonlight, praising how gorgeous you are.

"My, gorgeous, gorgeous lover"

With his lips traveling your face, neck and torso, always repeating sweet words. His low tone, making you shiver, and release the sweets sounds for him.

Grabbing you by the hips, he makes you sit on his lap, taking his pants and underwear off. Slowly and delicious-ly you sit on his hard cock, moving up and down.

He doesn't say, but the image of you, with your hair all over the place, moving while you we're riding him, the moonlight creating the most beautiful light for you. He felt looking at the most perfect angel, that had stepped on earth.

You don't even realize the way he's staring at you, but he's in a very intense trance. Once you have your realise, he follows you not much longer, having probably the most heavenly of the heavenly's orgasms in his life.

Waking up the other day, you find a peace of paper, with a song written down, about making love to an angel.

© gqldpurple

— kim taehyung

— kim taehyung

yo꯭u꯭ d꯭on꯭'t ꯭ea꯭t ꯭th꯭e꯭ b꯭oo꯭ty, ꯭y꯭ou꯭ lyi꯭n 🔬 ༻

ᩡ 元! 気 ༚˳ happy 3 months, my love 🪐 ҉ ་ ᳝ ॱ 𓈒 𓏸 : ࿙࿚۪᤺࿙࿚۪᤺࿙࿚۪᤺

la ꯭b꯭la꯭n꯭qu꯭ita꯭ y꯭ l꯭a ꯭m꯭o꯭re꯭n꯭a, ꯭si ꯭be꯭bo꯭ r꯭on 🔬 ༻

ᩡ 元! 気 ༚˳ happy 3 months, my love 🪐 ҉ ་ ᳝ ॱ 𓈒 𓏸 : ࿙࿚۪᤺࿙࿚۪᤺࿙࿚۪᤺

my offering: kim taehyung as the kdrama husband you will never have

Plastic off the sofa // kth

I like it, baby

pairing: dom!kth x fem!reader

genre: smut, drabble, ftl, unedited

word count: 1.7k (Prologue)<—coming soon

warnings: spit, unsafe sẽx, choking, anal play (fingers), oral 4f, downward dog, deep voice shenanigans, pet names, intimate love ig🥹

Note: spare me it’s thursday and I’m reeling !! Hope you enjoy🕴🏾 -dubu♡

A faint blush resonated on your cheeks in the car, every passing street making the butterflies flutter away in your tummy.

Taehyung gripped the steering wheel firmly, eyes concentrating on the road in front of him. A small smile lingered on his lips upon entering the vehicle. His recent brazen behavior echoing through his mind.

You glanced at him secretly trying not to make a sound, yet like he can read your thoughts he looked over at you unexpectedly.

“Something on your mind, pretty?” He turned back to the road, his attention still focused on your dilatory response.

“Mmhm.” You said shyly, titling your head to cutely punctuate your playful words. He turned down a familiar street his apartment building coming into sight.

“And what would that be, y/n?” He said huskily, glancing over at you with a smirk plastered on his slightly swollen lips.

“You.” He pulled into his parking garage and turned off the engine, taking his seatbelt off swiftly to shift in his seat and kiss you. Reaching over the console was uncomfortable but your lips soothed any thought of pain in his body.

He pulled away from the intense kiss letting you catch your breath, “ready?” He questioned breathlessly. You nodded biting your lip unconsciously.

He walked around the car to let you out, locking the door as you walked hand in hand to the elevator. Once inside the apartment, his demeanor changed completely. He walked over to the large sofa leaning against the side of it coolly.

“Come here, baby.” As if your feet were uprooted from the ground you crossed the space between you. His hands instinctively wrapping around your waist as he pulled you in. He stared down at you entranced by your beauty, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Listen closely, okay?” He began seriously, “I don’t want to hurt you, so you have to tell me when you’re uncomfortable.” He searched your face for any trace of fear or worry, but he was met with a sultry half-smile.

“I want you to use me, Taehyung.” You watched his eyes darken in delight, a huff being pushed through his pink lips from a small chuckle. He ran a hand down the back of your neck, gripping and pulling your head back. Squeezing your lips open and spitting in your mouth without warning. Your cheeks warmed up at his actions, but you swallowed submissively, your pussy getting wetter by the second.

“My pleasure, angel.” His lips found your neck in a frenzy, being met with a small hiss as he soothed over your love marks with his tongue.

“All mine,” he muttered against your neck, sending a vibration down your already sensitive skin. You feel his hands snake their way down your waist, tugging at the zipper on the side of your skirt. He ran a finger down your thigh, running his hand under your skirt to feel your dewy skin.

He placed his hands on the hem of your skirt yanking it down your legs and letting it hit the floor. “Turn around,” he said gingerly running his lips along your lower jawline making your eyes close in bliss. “Need to make you feel good.”

His eyes pour into yours as he runs his hands along your curves, savoring the feel of your body. He halted his movements over your clothed chest. Removing your shirt and massaging your tits until they were aching for more. He carefully spun you around, removing himself from the sofa. Letting you face away from him and bend over the arm.

He sunk to the floor letting his knees make contact with the plush rug that stretched luxuriously throughout his living room. He placed a hand on your backside and spread your legs slightly. Craning forward and placing a kiss on your ass cheek. Without warning you felt his nose nudge against your pussy, your arousal slipping down your leg.

“Please,” you murmur, knees buckling when Taehyung articulately licked a strip down your swollen cunt. He inhaled your scent lustfully, groaning in elation.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby” he ran his middle and ring finger down your slit collecting the juice like a sweet nectar was at his disposal. He placed his fingers on his tongue moaning at the taste, a shiver creeping down your spine.

He rose from his position on the floor, crouching slightly as 2 of his fingers rested over your cunt. He sank his fingers inside you, watching as you arched into his touch.

“Shit —” he cursed, slowly pulling out and setting a steady pace, learning your body and its reactions. “Taking my fingers like a good little slut. What happened to my Angel hmm?”

You whimpered at his words, fucking yourself steadily on his nimble fingers, earning a chuckle from him that almost sounded like a deep rumble escaping his chest. You clenched around his fingers tightly, rutting backwards letting out a pitiful whine.

He massaged your clit with the palm of his hand as his fingers press knuckle deep inside you. He moved his thumb to rest over your asshole, not halting his movements.

“Can I?” He asks putting slightly pressure where his thumb is. You nod sheepishly, cheeks warm and flushed as his fingers violate you.

“Good girl” he groans, pressing his thumb into your hole, his breath catching in his throat at the feeling. Desperate moans fall from your lips as he increases his speed.

“Taehyung,” you whimper softly, brain turning to mush. He hummed with faux empathy, leaning down to kiss and lick at your hot exposed skin.

“I’m so close,” you stutter weakly, chest heaving to catch a breath. He finger fucked you relentlessly smiling at the way your body reacted to his touch.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty?” He taunted sexily, groaning when you clenched around his fingers in response, your mess coating your legs and his unforgiving hand. He pulled you closer to your orgasm, the knot in your stomach unraveling intensely. With a cry of his name your hips bucked as you arched back slightly, shaking. He slipped his fingers from your cunt, rubbing your overstimulated clit as you cum all over his hand.

“So good for me, beautiful.” He stood up quickly, moving you over to the spacious sofa, letting you rest your weight on him as he sat you down. He stood in front of you swiftly removing his shirt and losing his pants in the same motion. You stare at his body in awe, finally getting to take in the man you now call lover.

“Lay on your back for me,” he leaned down planting a kiss on your pouty lips. You nodded against his lips, moaning into the kiss when his hand unexpectedly met your neck, squeezing firmly.

You broke apart and obediently followed his orders, shivering when your bare skin made contact with the chilly fabric. You heard rustling behind you and assumed Taehyung was discarding his boxers. A lustful creature snuck into your body as you felt your pussy leak onto the cushion, muttering soft moans as you writhed desperately.

Taehyung watched you amazement, the tip of his cock aggressively leaking down his shaft. He was uncomfortably hard, veins prominent around his shaft.

He climbed over you, hovering with one arm down to steady himself and the other hand lazily stroking his cock. You huffed in frustration shaking your ass slightly to encourage Taehyung to hurry. He grabbed a nearby pillow and gently placed it under your lower stomach, increasing the angle of your hips.

“Patience, princess” he groaned out huskily, fisting his girthy cock firmly. He lowered himself and ran his tip through your folds, collecting your wetness while relishing in the raunchy squelching noises.

“Need you hyungie, please” you begged mercilessly, craning back for more friction against his length. He sunk into you slowly, moaning at the warmth of your wet cunt. You whined at the pleasurable stretch gripping the edge of the sofa tightly as you took him completely in. He let you adjust to his size before he started kissing down your back, retracting his hips before hurriedly going back inside you.

He ground his hips against your ass, pinning your hands beside your body. He took his time fucking you passionately into the soft cushions. He moaned your name deeply, complimenting your body in endearing ways.

“You take my dick so good,” he cooed sweetly, looking down to watch your bodies connect in a sticky mess. His movements speeding up steadily as he found your sweet spot. You yelled his name in pleasure, tears brimming your eyes as he aggressively fucked into you repeatedly.

“Fuck —“ you barely whimpered out, face flush against the cushions. Your chest heaving, nipples sensitive as they rub on the soft fabric. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening again, your eyes stinging with tears.

“Your pussy is so pretty when you clench around me,” his hips rhythmically stutter downward, his balls slapping against your exposed skin. The filthy sound of moans and heavy breathing filled the living room.

“Hyungie, can I cum for you please?” You cried out pushing back to meet his hips with every thrust.

“Yeah?” He crooned hotly, “you wanna cum for me, slut?” He pressed more of his weight down on you, leaning down to approve of your dire question.

You felt your stomach tightening upon your release, sparks flying through your body as he fucked you through your orgasm, slowing down his thrusts. You felt his cock twitch inside you, causing you to clench around him. He shuttered at the feeling, sloppily fucking you before he released ribbons of warm cum inside you.

He slipped his cock out of you, turning you over and sliding in the space next to you. You rested your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as you both came down from your everlasting high. He kissed your forehead attentively.

“Was I too rough, angel?” Taehyung asked worriedly, running his hand down your shoulder to your arm until his hand reached yours, grabbing it tightly.

You smiled up at him softly, eyes filled with unadulterated love. You squeeze his hand in response, rubbing small hearts on his chest with your other hand. Bodies entangled on the sofa with silent admiration closing the minimal space.

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

- 🎀

⋆౨ৎ WAKE UP - kth ᝰ.ᐟ

— . ݁₊ 🕯️ ⊹ . ݁ ˖ —

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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