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scene. (m)
pairing: taehyung x reader, ft. hoseok
theme: smut + dirty talk
warnings: language, thigh riding, cum play, voyeurism, exhibitionism, filth overall tbqh
word count: 3.769
description: your best friend finds out that you like him while secretly observing you as you fuck the resident bad boy on his torn couch.
Hoseok can’t believe his eyes.
He stands still with a low pulse, his uncertain gaze glued to the crack in the door of the bathroom where he had taken the liberty of relieving himself after an intense game of beer pong – the disposal of his bladders contents long overdue. He should feel relieved.
Except now he feels as if his bladder is exerting indescribable pressure onto his lower half, more so than it did when he actually did need to take a piss. It makes him press his thighs together in a feeling of irritation burning with a side of urgency.
You’re sitting on Taehyung’s spacious thigh, your panties long discarded as the lips of your soft pussy spread themselves out to smack against the rigid bone of his toned leg.
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glow for me | m
◇ in which Taehyung tries to ensure the outcome that he wants.
◇ Taehyung x reader
◇ vampire!au
◇ words: 1.3k
◇ requested by anon; ohmygod you’ve got to write that creampie from vampire taehyung ahshdhfkkvjdhsjdjbh
◇ (in reference to my nsfw alphabet for vampire!taehyung) aND YES I COMPLETELY AGREE SOMEBODY HAD TO DO THIS jesus take the wheel
◇ warnings: creampie, overstimulation, really short, pregnancy kink, bloodsucking, major age gap of hundreds of years???? Lmao
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Taehyung was exactly 734 years of age.
Now, in the 713 years he has spent as a vampire, he’s been with numerous men and women; tried the strangest positions, spent hours indulging his deepest and darkest desires, dipped his toes into the pool of strange kinks and methods. And nothing — nothing — will ever come close to pleasing him as much as filling you up with his cum did.
Maybe the mate bond enhanced every touch and sensation, maybe the sight of him trickling out of you made him lightheaded, maybe the thought of you practically glowing with a bulging stomach lit the possessive fire within him — gods, he didn’t know. Maybe all three were the truth (they probably were), but there was one thing he was certain of and that was that the feeling of your walls squeezing around him and welcoming his seed with open arms drove him to madness — and pregnancy was only a plus.
Even now, years later from the first time he had taken you, he couldn’t tire from the feeling, or the mental image he had created of you, his child in your stomach. He loved it. He loved you—
“T-Taehyung!”
You were a sight. Your hair plastered to your forehead and bite marks carved into your neck, your breasts bouncing with each rough thrust and mouth fighting to form words. He could taste your blood on his tongue, could almost taste your arousal in the air, and he was sure that his eyes had turned completely pitch black from the sheer overdrive of his senses.
Every time he bottomed out in you, your pussy would suck him back in, pulling a groan from his lips at the mere thought of what was to come. Your hips in his hands, his knees pressing to the bed and the slap of his pelvis against your skin had him panting — as he had said, nothing better.
How many times had you came? He had lost count, but from the sight of the fatigue that was most definitely taking control of your body or how your eyes fluttered shut every few seconds from overstimulation, he guessed you were on number four.
“Tae!” You gasped wetly again, your head hitting the disheveled pillow beneath you with a dull thud and your neck stretching long and smooth. His eyes zero in on the bite marks he had reopened just minutes ago, then the trickle of blood that seeps from it. That’s his mark — because you’re his, his, his. Each thought is punctuated with a hard thrust that has you struggling for breath and Taehyung grunting into the hot air. “Ngh – I can’t – can’t take another one—!”
“I’m sure you can, my love,” he coos, breathless yet still mischievous enough to grin dangerously. He licks his lips, the faint taste of your blood sending a shiver up his spine. He meets your unfocused eyes, holding your gaze as he fakes innocence. “What’s wrong, huh? Does it feel good? You say you can’t take anymore but you want to, don’t you? Because you like not being able to take it—”
You keen in approval. Taehyung clenches his jaw, fighting to keep himself in control, and his eyebrows knit together in concentration as he hears your heart rate accelerate suddenly, your breathing speeding up and up and up and your pussy clenching around him so hard that he sees stars — then, your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arches and you can’t even muster a scream. You lock around his cock so tightly that he fears moving will hurt you, but he knows you’re able to take it so his hips continue their plight to ride you through your fourth orgasm.
When you come down, falling limp to the bed with a tired moan, Taehyung can only grin. He’s still painfully hard inside you and his fangs are cutting into his bottom lip with the effort of not taking another drink of you, but again, Taehyung has had years of practice to control himself.
“Fuck,” you sigh, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Everywhere aches and you feel weak but not satisfied, and it’s all because Taehyung hasn’t let himself go yet. You had an inkling of suspicion that it had something to do with the mate bond and the need to… well, mate, but you knew this burning in your lower stomach wouldn’t stop until he was fucking his cum into you—
Taehyung watches in amusement as you whimpered weakly and began to raise your hips against his.
“Look at you,” he whispered, bending and licking the line of blood that had stained your neck. His hips began moving slowly again, strong yet languid movements that made him sigh. “You’ve came so many times and yet you’re still begging for me.”
You moaned fruitlessly, eyes fluttering shut as you basked in the movement of his hips — but he couldn’t have that, no, he needed you receptive to every movement and every touch, and so his gentle thrusts became rough rams into you, giving you just seconds to catch your breath before he repeated.
“I could make you cum so much that you’d cry,” Taehyung grunted, breathing heavily, “And you’d continue, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t stop until I came inside you — until I filled you up, huh? Got you pregnant?”
You answer with a loud gasp, and Taehyung grins, filled with adrenaline. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Be – be pregnant with my child? Fuck, you would, of course you would, you’re my girl, my mate—”
Taehyung breaks off in a silent grunt, his eyebrows tilting low and his eyes narrowing in on yours as ecstasy courses through his body — at the last second, he bends and breaks the skin on your neck like he had earlier, the taste of your blood only heightening his senses and the pleasure running through his veins.
Fuck, this is what he meant. Your walls massaging and clenching around him like they depended on it, pulling his cum deeper and deeper and into your awaiting womb. There was honestly and truly nothing better than this, and that was including all 710 years of Taehyung being a bachelor and able to fuck around like he was king of the world.
He coos gently even minutes later when his orgasm has faded away, rocking his hips gently as if it was going to push his cum deeper into you. It’s only when you murmur something unintelligible and wind your arms around his shoulders that he collapses on top of you, licking at your neck.
“You’re horrible,” you whine, still panting. Your limbs tremble at the mere idea of moving and you feel as if you’re pulsating with the aftershocks of your lovemaking. Taehyung only chuckles deeply, nuzzling his nose against your cheeks affectionately. It’s all so sweet and intimate, despite the fact that he was still buried inside of you and would occasionally rock his hips. “Why do you always do this?”
He shrugs, but you have a feeling that he knows exactly why. “Just because,” he murmurs, kissing along your jaw. “You’re mine. I want everyone to know… Whether that’s from your bite marks, or from…”
He drifts off, but the hand gently massaging your stomach says much more than whatever he could have. “When the time comes, I’ll only be happy to raise a child with you. Or more than one.”
“Might not be that far off,” you tease sleepily, “With how you’re going.”
And who knows? Maybe there was already a vampire bun in your oven…
Maid For You (m)
The frilly skirt you wore rode up the back of your thighs as you stretched to reach a difficult spot beneath Jeongguk’s bed.
Your final perusal of his room after your thorough vacuuming and dusting had left you satisfied and you’d just started to make his bed, narrowly restraining yourself from face planting on the thousand threadcount Egyptian cotton sheets, when a gleam from the back of the headboard had caught your eye.
Now you grunted in exertion, extending your arm as far as it would go while channelling Elastigirl from The Incredibles. Your fingertips barely kissed the cool surface of the mysterious shiny thing residing beneath the maknae’s bed.
Being Bangtan’s dorm maid, this certainly wasn’t the first time you were contorting into weird positions to keep their humble abode spic-n-span. You had lost count how many times you had found rotting cheetos behind Namjoon’s work desk or condom wrappers shoved into weird places in Yoongi and Jin’s room. After finding guitar picks inside the toothbrush mug in Taehyung and Namjoon’s bathroom you’d stopped asking questions.
Not that anybody was there to answer for themselves anyway. The boys had never seen you in person, what with you working your magic only on weekdays and only when they were out and about. You had received specific instructions from the company to endeavour to avoid running into them. Emphasis on endeavour. Apparently, good cleaners work in silence and anonymity.
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Tasty Tryst (M)
Summary: Selling preserves at the local farmers’ market has its distractions when your vendor booth is placed next to the one belonging to the young strawberry farmer who’s been sweet on you for years.
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Word Count: 9,643
Warning: StrawberryFarmer!Taehyung, foodplay, sexual themes, profanity
Series: Working Man Bangtan
A/N: Just in time for strawberry season.
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Taehyung: Itsy Bitsy Spider
Genre: happy 2k 🎉drabble, fluff
Word Count: 650
Taehyung is yanked out of his nap by a shrill scream. He sits up, still half asleep, looking around. It’s a bit disorienting, traveling so much. He takes a moment to look around. Right, hotel. He nods to himself, reorientated, then gets to his feet.
“Hobi, are you alright?” he calls out, yawning.
Hoseok’s voice comes from the bathroom, “Taetae? I need your help.”
“With what?” he clears his throat, words a little hoarse.
“There’s a spider.”
Taehyung stops in front of the bathroom door, rubbing his eyes, “Can’t you just step around it? I’ll get it in a second.”
“It’s on the door knob,” Hoseok whines.
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Oblivious
Request: Hey! I absolutely love your Harry Potter Au’s!!! If your still cool with doing requests, would you please do one with Taehyung as like a really popular bad boy kinda quidditch player who has always had a crush on the reader but she’s super oblivious to it and then one day he just lowkey snaps at her not realising and sneaks into the common room to confess to her so she gets the message? Sorry if that’s too much or too confusing! Goodluck with your study and stuff btw ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Word count: 3,041
Genre: Fluff
“Win us the Cup, Taehyungie!” Hoseok yells as the team leaves the common room. He turns to you. “Aren’t you going to watch the game?”
“Why? You’ve enough house spirit for the both of us,” you reply.
“Y/n,” Hoseok whines. “Don’t you want to see the team? Taehyung is gonna kill it, I’m sure he’d appreciate the support.”
“That guy is the opposite of a good Hufflepuff,” you sniff, dipping your quill into the inkwell. “He’s so full of himself that there’s no room for anyone else. How can I cheer him on when he’s that smug?”
Hoseok rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Y/n, you know I love you, but sometimes you can be so clueless.”
“Huh? Did you say something?”
“Y/n~” he tugs at your arm. “Let’s go watch the game. If you’re there I’ll bet you anything that Hufflepuff wins.”
“What makes you think that?”
Hoseok winks. “You’ll see. Pretty please?” he bats his lashes comically and you can’t help but laugh.
“Alright, just because I love you.”
“I love you too, bestie.”
You rise and follow him, putting your letters aside. Even before you near the pitch you can hear the roar of the students, and one chant in particular stands out:
“Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung! Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung!”
You sigh. Hufflepuff was usually last place to win the Quidditch Cup, but ever since Taehyung became Chaser and then captain in fifth year, the team’s been winning game after game. Which is great, of course, and you’re glad for all your friends and housemates. But Kim Taehyung has always frustrated you: he doesn’t just like winning, he loves it, and not just in quidditch. You know of more than a few stories of his romantic escapades: Just last week you heard some students gossiping about him and that fifth year Slytherin, Jeon Jungkook. The week before that, it was Mina, the Gryffindor. And the week before that… well, you could go on. You’re not usually one to listen to baseless rumors, but Taehyung has never tried to deny them and he’s just so frustrating…
You’d never say anything, of course. You’ve always prided yourself on being a good Hufflepuff: if the stereotype is to be kind, why wouldn’t you adhere to it?
You make your way up to the stands, easily spotting your best friend: Hoseok is decked out in all yellow and combined with his blinding smile he really looks brighter than the sun.
“You came!”
“I said I would,” you remind him.
“Brilliant, we’re sure to win now,” Hoseok says, scanning the pitch.
“Why do you keep saying that?”
“You’ll see.”
The players file onto the pitch, bright yellow and red robes flapping in the breeze.
“So we’re playing Gryffindor?” you shout over the cheering crowds.
“Yeah, and if we win this we’re first in the running for the Quidditch Cup,” Hoseok yells in reply.
You zero in on Taehyung. Of course he’s clutching a sleek broom, and when he waves at the stands the Hufflepuffs roar in approval.
You see his eyes sweep the stands, and when his gaze lands on you– surely you’re mistaken– he… grins?
“Why’s he looking at me?” you ask Hoseok. “Or am I going crazy?”
“Just watch the game, y/n.”
At the referee’s whistle, the teams mount their brooms and soar into the air.
“And they’re off,” you recognize the voice of Min Yoongi, one of your Slytherin friends.
“Yoongi is commentating?” you ask, tearing your gaze from the pitch. “Who in their right mind made that call?”
“What do you mean?”
You raise an eyebrow at Hoseok. “Have you ever talked to Yoongi?”
“Not really.”
You grin. “This’ll be fun.”
“Hufflepuff beater Kim Seokjin blocks Gryffindor chaser Kim Namjoon, letting captain Kim Taehyung take control of the quaffle, not that Seokjin has to do anything but blow a kiss to keep Namjoon from moving.”
Beside you, Hoseok laughs at Yoongi’s narration. Your eyes, though, are trained on Taehyung– he’s leaning forward to pour on speed as he weaves in and out of the Gryffindor chasers and beaters, effortlessly avoiding collisions while clutching the quaffle under his arm. You unconsciously lean forward as the Hufflepuffs take up the chant once more: “Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung! Kim Taehyung! King Taehyung!”
Taehyung feints to one side and dives to the other as the Gryffindor keeper reaches for the quaffle, missing by mere inches as it sails through the middle hoop.
You join your friends in cheering, but the game doesn’t slow down: the points and plays and fouls are constant and fast-paced. Occasionally Taehyung takes a break to flash a box-shaped grin at the Huffepuffs, and you’re sure once you caught him looking at you.
Within half an hour the game is over: Gryffindor catches the snitch, but Hufflepuff scores enough points that even losing the snitch wins Hufflepuff the game. Taehyung scores most of the points, and you grudgingly have to acknowledge that he isn’t all talk.
As soon as the game is over, rather than land with the rest of the team Taehyung directs his broom and flies right up to the commentator’s box amid gasps and murmurs of shock.
“What’s he doing?” you hiss.
“Dunno,” Hoseok replies. “Talking to the Slytherin, looks like– what?” After exchanging words Yoongi hands his microphone to Taehyung, who holds it triumphantly.
“Hey everyone! I don’t want to take too much of your time. First, congratulations to the Gryffindors for a great game!”
And back to the snobby Taehyung you know and dislike.
“Secondly, I want to dedicate this win, and all of my wins, to the most amazing girl I know.”
The crowd ripples with scandalized oohs, and you roll your eyes. He’s so desperate for attention that he’s willing to pull this type of spectacle?
“Y/n l/n, this is for you!”
…
Y/n.exe has stopped working. At least that’s what it feels like when as one, everyone in the stands swivels to look at you.
“Wow, that’s definitely flashier than I thought…” you hear Hoseok murmur beside you. Already you can here whispers of gossip, with your name scattered here and there. It’s your worst nightmare– everyone is looking at you, they probably think you’re enjoying it, that you’re selfish enough to enjoy the spotlight…
“I’ll see you back in the common room, Hobi,” you manage, running out of the crowd and across the lawn so fast you may as well have Apparated.
You burst into the common room, panting, your mind still racing.
“So, what did you think?”
You practically jump out of your skin. “Merlin!” Taehyung chuckles, sat in the big armchair near the fireplace, still shiny with sweat. “Nope, just me.”
“How did you get here?”
“I flew. I have the new Supernova 4000, dunno if you’ve heard of it?”
The fastest racing broom on the market? Yeah, you’ve heard of it. “Why did you do that?”
Taehyung shrugs. “I like you.”
“Like you’ve liked every other person you’ve been with?” you gnash your teeth. “I’m not some toy, Taehyung. I’m a real person with real feelings, and I’m not interested in players.”
Taehyung laughs. “So it’s because I’m a player? That’s what you’ve heard?”
“That, and I don’t see how someone like you would actually have feelings for me.” There, that’s the kindest way of putting it. “Taehyung, you don’t like me, you just like the show.”
“But I do like you,” Taehyung says earnestly. “I like you so much, I wanted to tell the whole school.”
“Look, Taehyung, I don’t know if you did this on a dare or what, but it’s fine,” you tell him. “We can put this behind us and I’ll forget it ever happened.”
“But–” Taehyung clucks his tongue in exasperation. “I do like you, y/n, what can I do to convince you?”
“Kim Taehyung, this joke is going too far,” you reply indignantly. You’ve reached the end of your patience; what more does he want from you?
“I’m going to get back to my letters now,” you tell him. “Why don’t you practice on your Supernova? Better yet, find some girl– or guy– who buys your confessions, because I don’t.”
Taehyung visibly wilts, but a cocky smile stays glued on his face. “Maybe I will, because it looks like I’m getting nowhere fast.”
“Did you expect anything different?” “Nah, you’re stubborn.” Taehyung winks. “It’s one of the things I like about you.”
“You– ugh!” you throw your hands in the air and stride back to your table in the corner, settling yourself down with a huff.
After a few minutes of silence, Taehyung gets up and makes for the doorway. Wait, so that’s it?
“Where are you going?” you blurt out.
He glances at you over his shoulder. “I’m gonna go seduce some hapless Ravenclaw, since I’m such a player.”
“Well… good,” you reply hesitantly. You’re not surprised, are you? “Have fun. Consent is key.”
Taehyung scoffs and then he’s gone. A few seconds later, Hoseok pops in.
“Hey! How’d it go?”
“What do you mean– wait, you knew about this?”
Hobi shrugs. “The only person that didn’t know how crazy Taehyung is about you was you, y/n.”
“Is everyone in this school insane?” you stand and begin pacing. “We’re exact opposites. He’s in a new relationship every other day, and he’s so dramatic and self-centered and I’m…” you search for the term. “I’ve tried so hard to embody the perfect Hufflepuff. Falling for Taehyung– falling for empty words– goes against everything I want to be.”
Hoseok is quiet for a moment. “What does being a Hufflepuff mean to you?”
“J-just being nice!” you sputter. “Hufflepuffs are kind, and patient, and loyal and protective. I don’t hurt anyone’s feelings, Hoseok, but the way Taehyung is acting means he could. What if I did like him?” you’re arguing a point, you’re sure, you just don’t know what point yet.
“If I liked him and we started dating and he dumped me for the next thing with lips, that would hurt me!”
“So… do you like him?”
You roll your eyes and pick up your quill, settling back at the table. You’re determined to finish your letters by tonight.
“Y/n, you didn’t answer,” Hoseok sings.
“Questions like that don’t deserve answers,” you sigh, and Hoseok gasps in mock anguish.
“Is this what a proper Hufflepuff would do?”
You rub your temples before turning towards your friend with a sweet smile. “No, Hobi, I feel absolutely nothing for Kim Taehyung.”
Hobi eyes you for a moment. “Nice. Now tell me the truth.” He laughs and pokes your arm with his wand. “You’re a terrible liar, y/n.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Uh-huh,” Hoseok says, unimpressed. “Work on your letters, yeah? I’m gonna head to the library, Seokjin’s helping me with my essay.”
“Ah, okay. I’ll see you at dinner.”
Alone in the common room, you shake your head to clear your thoughts. Of course Taehyung doesn’t like you– he’s just a drama queen, and he’s distracting you from your work.
Two hours later, you’ve finished letters to your parents, siblings, and all your friends outside of Hogwarts– you have pen pals from Beauxbatons, Ilvermorny, and Durmstrang. Keeping up with them all is difficult yet rewarding, so that by dinnertime you’re starving but happy.
“Have I mentioned that I love weekends?” Hoseok says as you settle in the Great Hall. “So flexible.”
You smile brightly. “I totally agree, but I love our classes as well.”
“Even Potions?”
You smirk. “Sure, I’m one of the non-Slytherins that Professor Snape actually tolerates.”
Hoseok laughs. “Well, you’re not wrong.”
He’s about to say something else when his eyes catch something behind you. “Kim Taehyung at eleven o’ clock.”
You swivel around in time to see Taehyung swagger in, trailed by two smitten Ravenclaws. Of course.
“How does he do that?” Hoseok wonders aloud. “Do you think he could teach me?”
“Who knows?” you say, turning back and biting with more ferocity than you intended into a piece of bread. “But at least he got over his imaginary crush quick.”
Hoseok sighs. “Y’know, I think you’ve got it wr– what the heck?”
You raise your eyes at your friend’s exclamation and your jaw drops. There’s a shoe in your quinoa. Inside the shoe is a foot and attached to the foot is a person and that person is– yep. Kim Taehyung is standing in your dinner.
“What are you doing?” you hiss. “Taehyung, get down!”
He ignores you, instead knocking his wand on the glass in his hand to quiet the room. The glass promptly turns into a small armadillo and scuttles away.
“Let it be known,” he announces loudly, as dignified as one can be with quinoa in their sock, “that I like y/n l/n.” he looks down at you. “Y/n, will you go out with me?”
You sigh in exasperation as some Gryffindors hoot and whistle. This joke is going a bit far.
“You know, I’ve suddenly lost my appetite,” you tell Hoseok, rising from the table. “I’m just gonna go to bed.”
“Er… alright,” Hoseok says, glancing upwards at Taehyung, who’s still on the table and wearing a hopeful expression. You pointedly ignore him– he’s caused you so much embarrassment, and all for some stupid prank. You stride out of the Great Hall amid laughs and whispers and descend into the Hufflepuff common room. As usual it’s deserted and you sink into a cushy armchair, feeling about fifty years older. What is he thinking?
You take several deep breaths in order to relax, each time noticing a comforting cinnamon scent. Since when has Professor Sprout added scents to the furniture?
“Hey.”
“Ah!” you jump at the disturbance, pressing your lips together when you notice the familiar head of hair belonging to Hufflepuff’s star quidditch player. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets.
“Taehyung,” you breathe. “What do you need?”
He opens his mouth as though to speak before changing his mind.
“You. I need you, y/n,” he says eventually, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve tried everything, and if this doesn’t work I’m really going to give up.”
“Wh-what?”
Taehyung plops down on the chair across from you. “I’ve liked you– loved you, really– since fourth year.”
“I appreciate you trying to make this more believable, but–“
Taehyung curses. “It’s not a lie. Why can’t you understand?”
“You hook up with a different student every other week, Taehyung,” you reply, your cheeks burning at his confession. “You don’t actually like me–“
He surprises you by suddenly rising and striding across the room to grip both of your hands in his, his gaze boring into you.
“Have you ever talked to any of those students?”
“J-Jungkook,” you stammer. “He said that you two were flirting and I know you spent the night in the Slytherin dormitory.
Taehyung snorts and sits back. “Yeah, because Kook was freaking out about a Herbology exam and I pulled an all-nighter to help him study.”
“What?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Y/n, I swear on my life that I’ve never so much as kissed anyone.”
“B-but you’re so cocky–“
“Does that make me a bad person?” Taehyung chuckles. “Come on, y/n, do you really hate me for it?”
“Well, no. I don’t hate anyone,” you tell him. “But standing on the table like you did was crazy.”
“Yeah, Sprout gave me a week’s detention for it,” Taehyung says with a shrug.
“Why did you do it?”
“Y/n, I’ve been flirting shamelessly with you since fourth year, and Hoseok told me yesterday that you still didn’t have a clue, so I went big. Then you don’t believe me after the quidditch game. I’m really at the end of my rope here, so I’m just gonna say one thing and leave.” He looks deep into your eyes. “You are the snarkiest, kindest, most thoughtful, most oblivious, funniest person I have ever met, and I love you for it. Call me a player; say whatever you want but just… tell me if I have a chance.” He stands up and paces, just like you do when there’s too much on your mind.
“If you know that there’s no hope, no way that you could ever like a guy like me…” he takes a deep breath and nods. “Yeah, obviously that’s fine, and I swear I won’t bother you again.”
You open and close your mouth silently as the realization crashes into like a tsunami.
“It… wait, you– what?”
Taehyung counts on his fingers. “The game. Afterwards. And then dinner. Everything I said was true.” He laughs. “I can’t begin to tell you how frustrating it was to try to confess– I didn’t figure you might not believe me.”
“Well, how could I?” you cry. “Why would you actually like me when you’re so out of my league?”
“I’m out of your league?” Taehyung asks, bewildered. “Are you kidding? You’re out of my league, and that’s an understatement. Still,” he puts a hand on your knee and the contact makes your heart skip a beat. “I think this is worth it. Do you?”
And your heart is thumping, thumping so loudly it drowns out all common sense so that you feel no hesitation whatsoever when you nod at him, and Taehyung’s entire face lights up and he laughs, a bright, euphoric laugh that loosens every bit of tension you’ve been holding. It’s a laugh that’s acceptant of all your imperfections, a laugh that makes you stumble forward and wrap your arms around him.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, his lips barely brushing your ear. “I didn’t mean to pressure you, you’re just so damn oblivious–”
You lean back enough to look him in the eye. “Oh, sure, I may have oblivious but any more stunts like that and I’ll find someone else to be oblivious about.”
Taehyung raises his hands in surrender. “Yes, ma’am. No more stunts.”
“So…” you fidget, knotting your fingers together. “What now?”
He laughs. “Want to come down to the quidditch pitch with me before it gets dark? You can try flying on the Supernova and y/n, I swear to you it’s the most incredible feeling–”
You smile, taking his offered hand and standing. This… this feels right.
A/N: Hiya! Thanks for reading. I really enjoyed this prompt, and while I think I modified it a bit I hope I still did it justice. My inbox is always open, and feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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a timely malfunction
pairing: taehyung x reader (gender neutral)
genre/au: fluff, time travel, friends to lovers
words: 2,9k
prompt: 17 “What? No, I never said that.” requests
As your little brother would most likely say—this is hella awkward. And, quite frankly, out of all the expressions in this wide world this one fits the situation the best. The air that hangs heavily above the tiny round table holds a palpable tension between you and Taehyung. The short glances that are exchanged between you two are full of unspoken spitefulness and accusations, mostly from your side.
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Home Run
pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: fluff/angst + neighbours au + friends to lovers au + baseball game au
word count: 11 555
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summary: taehyung is many things. your best friend, your neighbour, someone you’ve known forever and a person that you completely trust with all your heart. he may be all those things, but he is definitely not someone you can imagine yourself dating. at least that’s what you’ve been convincing yourself all these years. one baseball game, however, might change all of that.
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Tasty Tryst (M)
Summary: Selling preserves at the local farmers’ market has its distractions when your vendor booth is placed next to the one belonging to the young strawberry farmer who’s been sweet on you for years.
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Word Count: 9,643
Warning: StrawberryFarmer!Taehyung, foodplay, sexual themes, profanity
Series: Working Man Bangtan
A/N: Just in time for strawberry season.
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01 | bookmarked ; kth
warnings ↠ voyeurism, exhibitionism, light breath play, praise kink, impregnation kink, dom/sub themes degrading, oral sex, fingering, cum play (?), alcohol use, drug mentions
member ↠ kim taehyung (college au)
genre ↠ smut, fluff
word count ↠ 9.9k (one-shot)
summary ↠ your hours at the library studying and slaving over organic chemistry homework become a bit more bearable when an angel visits your table. one small favor for your friend and suddenly, the angel doesn’t seem so sweet.
a/n ↠ i’m going to hell in all religions and i’m not even sorry. seriously, this fic is soley bc taehyung can either be an absolute cutie or he is coming for my throat. there is no in between.
p/s ↠ i brought out my organic chemistry notes for this and i am hoping to god that i don’t sound like a fucking idiot :(( anyway this is a mess i’ll clean it up tmrw
chapters ↠ 01 | complete!
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Bibliothèque
➭ “You are at the very top of your college cohort, an A grade student on the fast track to a life of success. You know the answers to everything, or at least you think you do. That is until you meet quirky genius Kim Taehyung.”
pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: smut, fluff, college au, college rivals au, librarian!tae
wordcount: 15k
❀ 3 / 8 of my oneshot requests ❀
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Scene (M)
pairing: taehyung x reader (f), ft. hoseok
genre: smut, college au
warnings: loss of virginity, thigh riding, breath play, nipple play, rough sex, dirty talk, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation
word count: 5k
synopsis; your best friend finds out that you like him while secretly observing as you fuck the resident bad boy on his torn couch.
a/n; this piece was originally published on my abandoned account, indieguk. after deciding on a sequel, i found it ideal to repost part 1 here, labeling the sequel, reprise, as part 2! this is an extended/revamped version.
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Pour Up (m)
→ Words: 13,120.
→ Genre: Smut.
→ Pairing: Jungkook x Taehyung x Reader.
→ Summary: You like to pretend you hate Jungkook and Taehyung but sleeping with both of them doesn’t sound so terrible especially when you’re drunk and faded.
→ Warnings: Contains graphic threesome smut and unprotected sex. Double penetration. Coarse language. Mentions of alcohol and other drugs. Beware fuckboys.
→ A/N: There is a “keep reading” on this post. Whether or not the Tumblr app lets it show up, is out of my control. Sorry for the inconvenience if it doesn’t show up!
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Paper Cranes | Kim Taehyung (M)
PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x F!Reader
GENRE: Fluff, smut, angst. Non idol AU. College AU. Best friends to lovers. Slice of life.
WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe!), so much fluff you might pass out
WORD COUNT: 18.3k
DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.
You’re six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.
Your first year of elementary school is almost over—there’s only two months left until summer break, and you’ve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.
That’s also why it strikes you as odd that there’s a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and he’s cute in the way that all kids are cute—with rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.
After a brief introduction of Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesn’t really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.
You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacher’s voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.
At recess, you’re playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. You’re giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.
“Hey! Please, no, give it back!”
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Of Lace and Lust | KTH {M}
friendship rule number one: don’t imagine how amazing your best friend’s cock would feel inside you. except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering taehyung’s kink for panties. specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing.
pairing: taehyung x reader genre: smut, fluff, a sprinkle of angst words: 11.8k contains: college au, roommate au, childhood best friends to lovers, underwear kink, masturbation, fingering, oral (f), condomless sex, so much softness, light dirty talk, definitely too much plot
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why am I crying 😭😭
Out of The Blue
➜ Words: 3.9k
➜ Genres: 50% Fluff, 50% Light Angst
➜ Summary: Taehyung is an annoying leech who can’t stop asking you for notes on the lectures he purposely skipped out on. But one night at a bar, he’s becomes a little more than an irritating and irresponsible classmate.
➜ Notes: I don’t know what this is. It’s kind of just a drabble.
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The Text
A/n: I don’t know if she wants to be tagged but this is a commission for a lovely friend of mine. I hope she likes it.
Summary: You’re fine with just being friends with Taehyung….until you get the text, that is.
Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, vaginal fingering, mentions of sex, a little filth, a little feelings, reader;’s friend is me but listen it was a specific request
Word Count: 2094
The text you receive from the man you’ve had an on again off again sexual relationship with for months is a peculiar one, as they go.
You’ve gotten a few interesting ones over the past few months, some nearly incoherent when he’d gone out with friends, but they’d all had a common thread: sex.
Although you’d entertained the idea of something more, especially in the beginning, after time when he’d never seemed to want anything more, leaving early in the morning after a night together and maybe a couple breakfasts or lunches, never anything that could be considered a date.
You’re not even friends, exactly, more like… acquaintances with benefits.
You’re fine with that. You really are. Mostly.
Maybe sometimes you watch the line of his jaw when he’s sleeping, count the eyelashes across his cheekbones, but in your defense, he’s ridiculously handsome. Taehyung is friendly and affectionate after sex and before, but he’s that way with everyone, all his friends and even acquaintances that he’s fond of, you know it doesn’t mean anything.
Does your heart skip a beat when he calls you jagiya casually, when he catches your waist as you walk by, presses his face into your stomach and hugs you? Maybe.
But it isn’t what that smallest part of you hopes it could be, and you’ve accepted it. You think.
Until you get the text.
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johobi’s writing never fails oh my lord 
Falling, Falling, Gone
Word count: 5.8k
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Warnings: None really, it’s my first ‘SFW’ fic, though there is some extremely bad language in here. And there might be an erection because I can’t help myself.
A/N: This is the fourth and final ‘drabble’ for the drabble game I ran ages ago. Prompt: “The thought of me making out with someone else is ruining you.”
Music inspo: Don’t Be So Serious, Baby Don’t Stop, Waste It On Me
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23477485
Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You’ll never tell him for fear of rejection.
So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?
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Always the Bridesmaid (m)
→ pairing: writer taehyung x reader (ft. seokjin)
→ genre: enemies to lovers, smut, angst, fluff, holiday/christmas
→ word count: 34.1k (im so sorry i dont do one shots lmao)
→ scenario: When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.
→ warnings: unrequited love (reader has feelings for her boss), tae is a cynic who hates marriage and christmas but isn’t afraid to call oc out on her bullshit, angry sex kinda?, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of cheating (in the past), tae kinda uses the reader a lil bit, happy ending tho so !!
→ a/n: this is part of a winter wedding season, collab two of christmas in july hosted by @kookdiaries, @kithtaehyung, and @xiaokoo and based off of the movie 27 Dresses. i was beyond excited when i saw this movie on the collab list! as a hopeless romantic, 27 dresses was a childhood favorite of mine and one i could watch over and over again. bc i love the movie so much, i had a hard time separating it from my own work and deciding if i should switch things up or not mess with this classic masterpiece of a plot lol. so i ended up doing a little bit of both! if youve seen the movie (and remember it as well as i do lmao) some beginning scenes may be the same in order to establish the plot and whatnot, but as the story continues i definitely tweak some things and make it my own :“) regardless, i hope you enjoy this christmas themed romcom!
→ another a/n bc i talk too much: HOLY SHIT ITS FINALLY HERE!!! writing this has been the biggest challenge for myself as a writer, though i definitely dont regret it bc i met some amazing people and found out i can write 34k in two months?? omg??? tho im worried it feels rushed and i havent had time to edit it, so pls excuse literally everything in this fic sdfjkd a HUGE thank you to @mercurygguk for letting me scream endlessly to you, im so happy we became friends and i wouldnt have been able to push through this without you!! <3
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