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Half Asleep Wishing I Still Had You Part 1

Summary: You fell in love with him while he was on a business trip to New York City, now that he was gone all you had left of him was an old t-shirt he left at your place.

Pairing: Mystery BTS member x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut (next chapter)

Rating: PG

Warnings: Lots of angst, brief mentions of sexual content

A/n: This story is inspired by the song ‘Your Shirt’ by Chelsea Cutler

Part 2

The nighttime routine. What once used to be your favorite part of the night now caused you pain. It used to mean that your day was done, you could finally turn in next to the one that you loved. The stress of the workday was long gone once you felt his warm embrace, the feeling of his soft t-shirt loosely engulfing your body as you lay in bed with your back pressed flush against his chest.

But those nights were too quick to end, as everything changed when he left you. The thought of going to sleep alone left you feeling cold, the vacant mattress felt more like an icebox rather than a bed. You were again left alone in your apartment, a place that used to feel like home. There was nothing that could conceal the feeling of being so desolate in your own space.

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DELUSIONAL

SYNOPSIS- If his smiles weren't for your best friend, then whom was it for?

pairing ✦ Yandere!taehyung x fem!reader

genre ✦ high school au

word count ✦ 1.8 K

warnings ✦ Suggestive, mentions of cut, bleed, death, su*cide, killing, obsession, kissing, profanity, rubbing thighs

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A teardrop rolled down your cheek, it fell down and mixed with the earthly waters. It was raining hard today, the day of your best friend's death, the day when you stood near her dead body. Almost thinking it was all a dream. You felt so lifeless.

"I like Taehyung so much Y/N that it hurts." Your best friend Sun-ja's eyes crinkled. You scoffed with a smile plastered on your own face, "I seriously don't get you, what's the point of liking someone till it hurts?"

She tilted her head, "You will never understand the joy of it, you single-pringle." You dramatically widened your eyes at the nickname and pinched her cheek, "How about now? Do you enjoy this pain?" "Ah ah ah I give in I give in, you're not single-pringle, you're anti-romanti." You gasped playfully, "You're unbelievable."

"Am I? Or.. are you anti-panty? That rhymes - OMG I should become a poet, why did I hide this talent?! Woah- AHH AA AH" You pinched her a little harder and retrieved your hand.

"Stop being delusional, it was a horrible poem!" You shook your head.

She looked at you with narrow eyes, "Now give me 15000 won for my hospital bill."

"Hospital bill?" You looked at her in confusion. "Of course, look what you did!" She pointed at her cheek which had reddened due to your pinch. You blinked in amusement, "Hey Sun-ja quit thinking about becoming a poet, you should become a robber or a professional schemer instead."

She hit your shoulders a little too hard causing you to jerk ahead, "woah Y/N You're just really smart huh!?" She clapped and you shot her a sharp gaze.

"OMG Y/N you look scary" She was so dramatic that you couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey- hey Tae's here." You saw her quickly fix herself and sat as elegantly as possible. You wanted to laugh so loudly at her change of demeanor. She whispered with pressed lips, "Y/N he's looking at us so please for once behave like a human." You raised your eyebrows, "What-"

"Fuck fuck fuck he smiled at my direction- what do i do what do i do-"

"Calm down I guess?" You held her shoulders and made her sit still. "Y/N he smiled at me, how am I supposed to calm down?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

Sun-ja was like that, a happy puppy. People even used to call her sunny due to her sunshine like personality.

Which contrasted her dull personality two months later after she had confessed to Taehyung.

"T-Taehyung I like you." Sun-ja said shyly with a fond smile, eyes glued to the floor. Taehyung tilted his head, "Is that so? Why aren't you looking up?"

Sun-ja's heart filled up with hope so she looked at him in anticipation- instead she looked a face that mocked her guts.

Taehyung smirked, "How bold of you to even think you stand a chance with me." His smirk almost morphed into disgust that is when it changed to neutral when he saw you coming out of the crowd.

You held Sun-ja's wrist, "Let's go. Many people are watching you."

Unexpectedly she yanked her wrist out of your hand, "Let me go Y/N!" She said harshly and turned to face him, "If you think that I don't stand a chance then why did you give out mixed signals my way? Why did you occasionally smile whenever you saw me?" She raised her eyebrows.

Taehyung contorted his and said, "Stop being delusional."

Stop being delusional. Stop being delusional. Stop being delusional.

These words started spinning around Sun-ja's head like a violent storm. At that moment she couldn't comprehend anything anymore so she turned away and ran outside.

You quickly followed her behind. "Stop Sun-ja!! Where are you going?"

"Don't follow me Y/N. You all tell me to stop being delusional. Everyone of you!" She screamed as tears started streaming down.

You were confused by her words. "Sun-ja please!" You grit your teeth as you kept following her. You didn't realize that you were already outside the school and it was the highway.

Sun-ja's visions were blurred by her tears and her screams shunned her ability to hear others. You quickly looked to your right hand side where a car was coming towards her at full speed. You screamed her name but to no avail so you ran with all your might and managed to push her away while you rolled away on the road causing your elbow to bleed and a few cuts on your forehead.

You quickly looked up to look at Sun-ja who was sitting on the road in shock. "Y-Y/N are you okay? I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." She came to you and helped you stand up to get on the pedestrian side.

She hastily pulled out her phone and called the ambulance. You sighed, she was alright. "These are minor cuts Sun-ja don't fret." You assured her but she kept denying.

"I'm so sorry you're my friend Y/N. I don't deserve this friendship." She said through her hiccups. You shook your head, "Don't say that Sun-ja. Please."

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You had minor cuts as you had said but Sun-ja was adamant on staying away from you, it hurt you so much but everytime you tried to approach her she would stand up and go away. Because of the rejection she faced on that day, everyone avoided her and she became the outcast of the school.

Several post forums had the video of the rejection up on social media, many people pointed fingers at her for being such a dick to you that you had to risk your life for her. People would come to show you sympathy but they only made you more and more furious for adding fuel to fire. Their words stung like poison to both you and Sun-ja.

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You ran with all your might, it was raining cats and dogs, the day was gloomy and the news of Sun-ja's death made your heart pierce and your head was hazy.

You stopped at the sight of her dead body. Almost thinking it was all a dream. Your knees became numb, you fell on your knees, you felt so lifeless. You were surrounded with people crying out loud, most probably her family but all you heard was the rainwater dripping down your ears. You asked yourself, "why? Why did she die? Why did she kill herself?"

Taehyung.

His name was the first to come on your mind. It was all because of him.

You used to clearly see Taehyung look at your direction and smile brightly, you used to double check it by looking at your back where there was no one, making you believe that those smiles were indeed for Sun-ja.

Then why on Earth would he be so hurtful with his words? Why did he reject her?

You slowly felt rage burning up inside you. You needed to face Taehyung head on to ask questions.

You managed to get up on your feet and asked one of his fangirls under a post of his social media account to text you his address.

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As you rang the bell, you saw Taehyung open the door moments later. He saw you soaked from top to bottom because of the rain and his face lit up making you feel confused.

"Taehyung I need to talk to you." You said straightforwardly.

He smiled and said, "Ah sure Y/N, come inside let's talk."

His smile made your stomach churn and had you boiling in anger even more. You took a step inside the door and shouted, "I guess you haven't heard yet. Sun-ja.." you paused as your lips quivered, "she.. died."

He went around the kitchen counter and came with a glass of water.

"Can we have a seat first? I don't like talking to people who are loud and screaming in front of my door." He said as he kept the water on the glass table in front of his sofa.

You scoffed, what an annoying douchebag! You stomped inside, almost wanting to throw the water on his face but you took a sharp breath to calm down a little and sat on the sofa. "You really are horrible Taehyung!" You said with your face turning red in anger.

"For what? For not caring about anyone who's dying?" He asked as he took a seat in front of you. Your eyes went wide in disbelief, did he just call Sun-ja anyone? Did he really have no idea who she was? You were about to throw hands but you knew this wasn't your house, causing ruckus here wouldn't end well.

You drank the entire water from the glass in a single sip and missed Taehyung looking at you intensely with a smirk when you drank it.

You scoffed again, "The girl whom you had rejected two months ago, I'm talking about her."

"Ahhh I see.. so what is it? It's not like I should've said yes, isn't it?" He raised his eyebrows.

You looked at the ceiling trying to not breakdown in front of him, "Sure, there must have been countless confessions you might have received, there would have been countless times you have rejected too. But- But you could have atleast politely rejected her. Your rejection made her a laughing stock for everyone.. and now!? Now she's no more alive." You bit your inner cheek.

He nodded, "ofcourse! but you said it yourself Y/N that I've had rejected countless times so.. I know what those girls are like. They don't take a no for no, that's why I have to be firm when I reject them."

You felt disgusted at his words, "Those girls? Hah give me a break! Then what about you? Shouldn't you have apologized to her for playing with her feelings? Why? If you didn't like her THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU CONFUSE HER?? WHY DID YOU SMILE AT HER?? WHY??" You stood up not being able to contain your rage anymore.

"I never smiled at her though." Taehyung denied as he blinked.

Just when you were going to ask more you started feeling sleepy. "Wtf? Why am I feeling sleepy now out of all times?" You sat down on the sofa to maintain balance.

You shook your head to kick away the dizziness and looked at him, "then who were you smiling at?"

He got up from the sofa and walked towards you, he bent down and looked into your eyes, "It was you." he answered

Your eyes were becoming heavier with each passing second, "What do you mean?" You breathed out.

"It means be my girlfriend Y/N. I can't stay away anymore from you, it hurts Y/N." He said while caressing your face, you made an attempt to remove your face but his hands blocked your movement.

Just then Sun-ja's verbatim started playing in your ears like a broken record, "I like Taehyung so much Y/N that it hurts."

It ached your chest so much at that memory that your face morphed into amusement after hearing Taehyung's confession, "That's never going to happen, stop being delusional... No matter what happens... your actions.. costed.. her life.. I'm never... ever going to... love you... Taehyung.... even if... it... hurts you.. i don't give.. A fuck.. So stop... being--" and before you could complete your sentence, you dropped unconscious.

He looked at you with loved filled eyes, "Well the one who's delusional isn't me but your best friend. Sure, I'll apologize to her for killing her. The only obstacle in between us is gone now. I'm sure if she was alive you wouldn't have dated me at all costs."

He sighed as he leaned in kissed your lips while running his left hand up and down your thighs.

"But now that you're here, I can finally feel at ease. There's no way you wouldn't love me back." He said and kissed you again as if he was convincing himself of it and a kiss with you made his statements come true.

"So for now let's go get your dress changed baby or you'll catch cold. Tonight let's stay in each other's warmth. Ugh I can't wait!!" He said the last words enthusiastically as he picked you up and carried to his bedroom.

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TYSM for reading this piece sweetheart<33 Hope you enjoyed, feedback is HIGHLY appreciated MWAHH 💗!!!

WOW

Summary: It’s been a long stressful week at work and when you get home you just want to get into something comfy. You just didn’t realise changing into your boyfriend’s jumper would turn him on so much.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader (female)

Genre: pure smut; pwp.

Warnings: male and female receiving oral; unprotected sex (It’s assumed they are in a serious relationship where this will have been discussed and alternative protection is being taken etc.); nipple play; fingering; Tae has a big dick; sex on the floor; basically, just pure filth with a splattering of fluff.

Word count: 5.3k

Authors Note: I don’t know where this came from, I was just listening to wow by Zara Larsson and then this happened… There is literally no plot to this and it is very indulgent. One point to note is that I’m British so pants are knickers etc. I hope you enjoy :) 

Your skirt feels tight around your waist, your bra cutting into your sides, your hair feels like it’s pulling your face tight from being in a bun all day. Dumping your bag by the door you kick your shoes off before shuffling to your bedroom. It was the end of the work week and you just need to get out of your tight clothes, get some snacks and collapse on the sofa, preferably in that order.

You almost rip the clothes off your skin in your eagerness to be rid of them. You don’t even care that they lie in a crinkled mess on the floor, that was a problem for future you, one that you wouldn’t have to worry about until Monday was a more looming figure. Standing in just your Bridget Jones style granny pants, you look around the room. You know a rifle through your draw would bring out the usual comfy joggers, so instead you head to your boyfriends draws.

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"Love"

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

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My phone rang at 3 a.m. I woke up with a start. It was a video call from Taehyung.

"Baby?" I called in a sleepy voice. It was dark on the other side, I could barely see his face from the little light of the phone.

Taehyung sniffed and said, "I'm so sorry I called you this late."

His voice sounded abnormal to me. My immediate thought was "he's crying."

"No, no," I said, "It's alright. Talk to me."

He stayed quiet for a moment. Then he said, "I don't know why I'm feeling down lately."

I could hear him sobbing softly now. I guessed letting him talk would be a better way to comfort him than actually saying something.

"Hmm?" I urged him to speak more.

"I miss you so much. I wish you were here."

"I miss you too, baby."

"Can you stay on line till I fall asleep? I'm lonely." He sounded like a child pleading to his mother to let him sleep with her so that he won't get scared.

"Yeah, sure, baby." I said.

We stared at our screens for a while. I could see Taehyung's face a little clearer now.

"Would you like some music?" He asked.

"I would like it very much."

Taehyung turned on the song we used to listen to all the time. It was our song, "Love" by Lana Del Rey.

"It's enough just to make you feel crazy, crazy, crazy."

The song played on, the lyrics touching my heart directly. I closed my eyes. Taehyung's sigh could be heard occasionally. It almost felt like he was lying next to me.

The finishing music ended with the iconic "Don't worry, baby."

I said, "We'll meet soon. We'll listen to music and lie next to each other and hold on tight till we fall asleep. Don't worry, baby."

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Our Moon

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader x Taehyung Genre: Angst and a bit of Fluff Word Count: 920 Words

Summary: What would you do once you find out on the day of your wedding that your best friend is actually in love with you?

“C’mon,” I said to my sister who was helping me getting ready, “pass me the earrings.”

It was getting late. I had a reputation of always being on time for every occasion. I didn’t want to spoil that, not on my own wedding.

“Whoa…” I was startled seeing someone peeking behind me through the mirror. “Jimin!” I called in excitement.

My best friend gave me a wide smile and entered the room. I hurriedly put my earrings on and stood up in front of him.

“So, what do you think?” I asked, showing off my wedding outfit.

“God!” Jimin chuckled, “You’re shining brighter than the moon.”

“Well, of course, I do.”

“Taehyung will faint once he sees you. Just wait.”

“Oh no!” I pretended to be shocked, “Who am I to marry then?”

“Don’t worry.” Jimin said, “There won’t be any lack of volunteers to be your groom instead.”

I punched him in the arm and we both burst into a fit of stupid laughter. My sister rolled her eyes and said, “I’m gonna go fix my hair. Don’t be late, y/n.” Then she went away leaving me alone with my best friend.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I said, looking into Jimin’s eyes. For some reason, I was getting emotional making my eyes watery.

“Please, dear.” Jimin took my face on both of his hands, “don’t cry. I don’t think I can handle that right now. I swear I’ll break down.”

I smiled and said, “You’ll always stay by my side, won’t you?”

“Always.” Jimin said holding my hand and leading me outside.

I walked down the aisle with my father by my side. Taehyung was looking at me with the box smile on his face. I could feel my stomach twisting, not sure if it were the butterflies or anxiety.

As soon as I stood up facing Taehyung, I glanced side ways to catch a look at Jimin. He was at the very front, smiling at me. But I noticed that his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Is he bothered by anything?” I thought anxiously.

The priest cleared his throat making me aware of my surrounding. I quickly looked at Taehyung. He was still smiling but there was a bit of nervousness in him too.

The marriage ceremony was done in a flash. In a moment, everyone was cheering and drinking and congratulating us. I was overwhelmed by all the things that were occurring at once. In the middle of all the chaos, I was still searching for Jimin, who was nowhere to be seen.

Taehyung noticed the distress on my face, “Darling, are you okay?”

“Where’s Jimin?” I asked right away.

Taehyung looked around for a while, “I didn’t see him since the morning.”

I didn’t want to worry Taehyung. So, I said, “Let’s go get ourselves some drink. I’m sure he’ll show up.”

We were drinking and planning about our future; which mostly consisted of Taehyung ranting about having two children (a boy and a girl) and how adorable they would be. I could sense Taehyung was getting drunk by the time. He slowly started to talk in his alien language and I couldn’t help but laugh.

When I almost forgot about Jimin, he finally showed up with messy hair and puffy eyes. He looked like he had some drinks. He wasn’t walking straight.

“Hey, Jimin!” I ran towards him, “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” Jimin chuckled, “I’m fine.”

“Come sit with us.”

The boys were drinking a little too much. I was trying to stop them which was not helping at all. They were talking about the old times. How I had met Jimin for the first time; just a mere friendship turned into such a close bond. How Jimin had introduced me to Taehyung. And how soon we were already falling for each other.

“And now,” Jimin slurred, “you are taking her away, leaving me into this darkness, all alone. Why? Why?” He was trying to hold Taehyung by his shirt collar.

“Jiminie,” Taehyung pouted, “Why are you saying this? What do you mean?”

Jimin was laughing. It sounded so fake that it felt like a lunatic was laughing at his own joke.

But I knew exactly what Jimin had meant by those words. I remembered about that day clearly.

It was a Halloween party. I was a cat and Taehyung a tiger. Jimin, on the other hand, was a really cute puppy. Taehyung and I had just started to date for about a week then. But we were already head over heels for each other.

When we were taking a photo together as a couple, Jimin had interrupted us and stood beside me.

“Jimin!” Taehyung said in an irritated voice, “Let me take a photo with my moon.”

Jimin put my hand over his shoulder while posing for the photo. He corrected Taehyung and said, “Our moon.”

Taehyung had taken that moon away from his sky. He was now alone in the dark night. This was exactly what he had meant.

But why? Did he love me too? Was I dumb enough to not notice that? Hadn’t Jimin did everything Taehyung had done for me and more?

Jimin looked at me with an expression I had never seen on him before. It wasn’t just sadness, but regret. My eyes were filling up with tears. I wanted to ask him, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Jimin slowly nodded his head towards me and said, “It’s too late, isn’t it?”

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lace & luxury | kim taehyung

summary: Money, Money, Money, must be funny in the rich man’s world. At least that’s how you feel working day and night to make end’s meet and still never having enough. Out of nowhere you get roped into a give and take relationship with a very powerful fashion designer who shows you the way into a life of luxury and lingerie. You’ve become his muse and in exchange he’s become your source of pleasure and riches. It’s a rich man’s world and you’re living in it.

➣ genre/au: sugar daddy!taehyung x exotic dancer!reader [she/her, female anatomy], taehyung aged up

➣ 13.6k words

warnings: smut. tae is 31 oc is 21. a lot of teasing. mention of NDAs. he’s a bit cold to everyone else. oc is an exotic dancer. oc dances on Tae a couple times. Tae adores oc. lavishes in gifts. protected sëx. oc is confident af. oc has belly button piercing. Tae is very handsy. jk and Hobi are oc’s besties so a lot of locker room talk between the three. oral [f receiving].m. multiple positions. missionary. mating press. and riding. an open ending but also I feel like y’all know what’s gonna happen

THE BILLIONAIRE’S CLUB

Money does not buy happiness.

Money does not buy happiness.

Money does not bu—

“Fucking hell,” you groaned in annoyance as you hit the machine in front of you. The vending machine seemed to mock you with its silence even as you pushed the button for your drink a dozen times. There was a clear sign above that said not to hit the machine yet here you were beating the shit out of it with your foot.

Three dollars. It just took three dollars and refused to give you your drink. What a fucking con.

Money doesn’t buy happiness but you know that if you had that nice and refrigerated fizzy drink right now you would be at least .05% happier than you are now. With a defeated sigh you gave the vending machine one final ‘fuck you’ and left. Listen, you’re not a moody person [not usually] but you’re stressed, broke, and hungry… and now annoyed.

“You’re stressing over a drink or three dollars? I can’t tell,” Jungkook asked you as you stood at the entrance to work still thinking about earlier, “Go get a drink from Hobi and once you get on stage you’ll make more than 3$ quickly. No biggie.”

“It’s about the morals, Kook,” you sighed, “In this country even the vending machines are capitalists, taking money from the poor and not giving us anything in return.”

“It’s fine, you take money from horny rich people, speaking of which if you don’t go get ready, boss will throw a fit,” Jungkook said, pushing you forward and cutting your talk short. You whined in frustration as you did as told and headed to the dressing room.

You were a bit dramatic, you know you were. It was just three dollars but damn did that piss you off. You haven’t eaten a single thing since you were working a full day waitressing and now you’ve got to get on stage and dance on an empty stomach. You just paid rent and your stupid student debt bills and now you’re very broke. After tonight you’ll surely have way more money but it doesn’t change the fact that this is a common problem you have.

During the day you waitress and at night you dance at an exotic club where the clients treat you like some dress-up doll they touch whenever they want and stuff crumpled dollar bills in your lingerie because they think it’s sexy. You loved to dance, that was not the problem, it was the people you danced for and why you did it. If you had the money to finish off school you would have a degree by now in fashion marketing but instead you’re stuck with two jobs struggling to pay off loans and reach ends meet. It was exhausting.

“I heard about your drink dilemma,” Hoseok said apologetically as you got to the bar already dressed in lingerie waiting for your cue. He handed you a glass meant for whiskey filled with the fizziness of caffeine and you thanked him profusely before chugging it down.

“But if it makes you feel better, a group of very wealthy looking young men just walked into V.I.P,” he added. You released a content sight as you handed him the empty glass, “I’m not in the mood to be groped tonight.”

“So just the stage? Got it,” he said and you gave him a soft smile as you heard your stage name be called and you left.

“You need to loosen up, get some inspiration even,” Jimin said with a chuckle as he led Taehyung by the shoulders into the red night club. He’ll admit it’s above his expectations but at the end of the day — or night — it’s still an exotic club with women in lingerie unlike he’s ever seen. He should be used to it by now but he’s not. He’s too stressed to even enjoy whatever his friends had planned for him tonight.

“How about that one?” Jimin asked pointing to a dancer who was currently sitting on the lap of an older man wearing the ugliest Rolex watch Taehyung has ever seen. He just shook his head and kept his gaze forward as they went to a V.I.P section close to the stage.

Here’s the thing, Taehyung is new to all of this but at the same time he isn’t. Being the eldest grandson of the one and only original creator of the luxurious lingerie brand, Erotes: Sexy, Sensual, & Surreal, you would think he’s more used to this by now and he is. He’s used to the designs and fashion shows that his grandmother and mother would put on but to be the one in charge of it all now? That’s an entirely different ball game and he’s failing miserably to come up with something for the spring catalog. In truth, his younger sister should have been the one to take over but unfortunately that wasn’t the case and now they’re both unhappy with the outcome. He’s 31, he’s thankful to be able to get in the position he’s in at the head of his own empire but he’s just struggling. How is he supposed to find inspiration to follow their footsteps?

“Next up is the loveliest of them all, Venus, with her sensual movements you’ll have no choice but to fall to your knees, worshiping her like the goddess she is.”

You nearly gagged on stage at your intro as the lights went black and you stood at the center of the stage ready to walk forward when the song started. To clarify, you didn’t choose the stage name.

Some bottle girls brought expensive liquor to their section but Taehyung wasn’t paying attention anymore. He’s not sure when he tuned out how the night was going until you came out on stage. It wasn’t your introduction that drew him in but it was the sudden shift in the air that made him take in what was going on. The lights had gone off with only a red and blue hall above your head and it was the first time he took notice in one of the dancer’s he’s seen tonight.

He didn’t know where to look first, his eyes went from your feet which were in tall crystal heels to the length of your smooth legs before stopping at the first hint of lingerie he could see. You wore baby pink panties under a sheer babydoll dress and you looked simple yet elegant, like the stage was where you belonged. Your hand trailed up from your thigh to your stomach lifting the frill fabric for anyone’s watching eyes and he watched you dance, entranced for the first time tonight.

The lingerie was cute, it was simple and appealing to the eye but it wasn’t for you. He could see it in your strong gaze, this wasn’t right for you. You should be in a dark color that matched your strong presence and the desire you brought upon whoever watched you. You needed something that showed more, less concealing. He can picture you in a garter belt, pearls around your neck maybe…

The way you moved seemed to captivate every single person in the room and Taehyung especially.

By the end of your performance Taehyung watched you walk off stage and it’s the same confidence you put formed and the energy immediately changed when you were gone. He hadn’t realized how focused he was on your dance until he released the breath he had been holding in.

“Getting inspo yet?” Jimin joked as he snapped Taehyung out of his trance with a pat on his leg.

When Taehyung first took over Erotes, everyone expected a lot of changes. The company went from being owned by generations of women to now the first man in charge and not a lot were comfortable considering the lingerie was specifically for women and those others who would choose to wear it—very clearly not Taehyung. He knew he would face a lot of challenges and that’s what’s happening right now.

He wants to create a line of lingerie that the wearers [whoever that maybe, biologically female or not] would feel comfortable in. He doesn’t want to make it simply for the male gaze, he wants the wearer to feel comfortable and sexy and proud of their body. It probably isn’t much help that the person who had suddenly inspired him to create is an exotic dancer but something about you just caught his attention.

He’s solely looking at you from a designer’s point of view and he’s picturing that some of the company’s target audience would be people like you. Of course he’s going to create pieces for those who would just like to feel sexy at home or under their work clothes, but he needs to find inspiration first.

That is the sole reason why he went back to the gentlemen's club a couple nights later all by himself. The atmosphere seemed to fit what he was looking for too and he just needed to be in the element and in the presence of someone he considers sexy.

By the time he arrived it was late and since it was a weekday there weren’t that many people there. Business was good, just not as busy as on weekends but it worked in his favor. When he asked for a private dance they directed him to a red room where all he had to do was wait patiently for you to come in.

To be honest, you were a bit annoyed to do the private dance. Usually the ones who request are young arrogant men who don’t pay enough for what they get and if that wasn’t the client then it was typically some old ass dirty sleazebag who needs Viagra to keep it up. You definitely weren’t expecting for a man who looked like a God to be sitting there on the red velvet couch, dressed in a Dolce & Gabbana suit and had sandy blonde hair. He looked arrogant but for a reason, look at him. He was lounging comfortably on the seat with his arms stretched out on the back of the couch holding a glass of whiskey. His legs were spread in a manly way and his shoes shined even in the darkness.

You didn’t say anything when you walked in but the silk robe you wore simply slipped off your shoulders as the music began and exposed your lingerie to his hungry eyes. He raised his glass to his lips as he watched you let it fall to the floor and saunter over to him. You fell to your knees before him and your manicured hands skimmed over his thighs making his legs open just a little more to make room for you. Neither of you have spoken but for the moment it didn’t feel like you needed to.

The room was a little foggy too but Taehyung could see you very clearly as you pushed up against his thighs until you were standing back up and his eyes locked on yours when you swung a leg over his lap and swayed to the music. His fingers twitched with the urge to touch but he kept himself composed as he asked, “What’s your name?”

“Venus,” you used your stage name for obvious reasons as you situated yourself on his lap. Taehyung wasn’t aware of his moving hand until he was just inches away from touching your waist when you grabbed it and pressed it into the couch. Your breasts pushed against his chest as your fingers locked with his and you whispered into her ear, “You can look but don’t touch.”

“Got it,” he said breathlessly and he really did understand. He knew the rules and honestly he was unaware of what his hand was trying to touch until you called him out on it. He watched you closely as you arched your spine back and his eyes caught on the shiny reflection of your belly button ring and he hated to admit he’s a lot more turned on than he thought he would be.

He honestly was just interested in seeing what you wore tonight but he couldn’t even think about that right now when your body looked so appetizing to him. “Have you ever modeled before?”

You had your back to him now as he watched you bend forward and present yourself to him and once again he had to stop himself from reaching out and touching when you showed off your flexibility. You gave him a simple response as your hand came to the back of his neck and your back pressed against his chest to grind on his lap, “No.”

“Would you want to?” He asked in a whisper when you pulled on his neck tie harshly. His suit would have wrinkles now but he does not mind one bit. You laughed softly and he even liked the sound of that more than the music, “No.”

“I’ll pay you for it.”

“You’re paying for this, isn’t that enough?” You asked with your face just an inch away from his that he could feel the heat run between you.

“It’s far more than enough and yet I still want so much more, Venus, I think you would be a perfect model for me,” Taehyung said honestly, “Since the first time I saw you I wanted to see you in my designs.”

“And here I thought you wanted a dance because you found me attractive,” you teased. He was a client of the club and you should just treat him as such but he’s very attractive and he listened to you when you told him not to touch. Most men would still try and catch a feel even after being warned.

Taehyung released a breathy laugh, “Oh I find you absolutely irresistible but I’m sure that’s not something you don’t hear on a regular basis. I think you know your effect on others especially when you dance like this.”

You smiled, content enough that this God of a man found you irresistible, “What kind of model?”

“Lingerie, a boudoir shoot if you will,” Taehyung said but you wanted to play a little longer and his time was almost up.

“Not interested,” you said seductively and though your rejection stung, the way you said it made his growing arousal all the more prominent.

When his time was up he paid for the 140$ fee for a private dance and when he was ready to tip you and give you the money you let him slip it into the waistband of your panties and with that he left. You took out the money, surprised to count a total of 800$ just for you.

“I’ve never wished I had a pussy before in my life.”

You and Hoseok looked at Jungkook completely speechless as the three of you stood around the ivory box that was delivered to the club. It was from your client the other night and when you told Jungkook that he seemed annoyed.

One, he was mad you got tipped so much for a simple dance and second, that you just got a custom lingerie set designed specifically for you by a billionaire. You only know this because he left the Erotes business card there along with a couple hundred more with a note that said, ‘If you’re interested, come visit me.”

“I smell Sugar Daddy in the air,” Hobi finally said after the long silence that followed an envious Jungkook. To be honest, none of you knew much about the company until Jungkook went ahead and searched it up only to find a picture of the man you danced on just a few nights ago tied to an article titled, ‘the newly appointed CEO of Erotes Lingerie, Kim Taehyung.’

They brought your box over from the club and being their nosy selves, they wanted to see what you got.

The two were at your shitty, run down apartment where the three of you have been talking shit about your main boss all day. There’s nothing specifically wrong with the guy other than the fact that’s he’s a fucking cunt who steals from his dancers and never cares for it a man gets too touchy unless Jungkook has to kick them to the curb. You were all just tired of him.

“Go see what he’s gotta say,” Jungkook said with a smirk, “I’ll even drive you there and if he offers you money just remember how supportive your bestie was.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, “Should I?”

That’s how you ended up in front of the skyscraper before you. Erotes was your typical gray building on the outside but there were hues of red lights basically oozing out of the window panes. It felt otherworldly and stepping inside felt like you were stepping into an Oasis on Mount Olympus. There were large statues of Greek gods and goddesses of love inside and the red and yellow lights seemed to set the mood in the corporate building. You walked right up to the front desk with absolutely no clue on what to say that you found yourself stuttering.

“Uh, um, can I speak to Kim Taehyung?” You immediately wanted to slap yourself for the way you just asked to see the CEO OF THE COMPANY and clearly the receptionist wanted to do the same considering she looked you up and down unimpressed before looking back to her computer. You waited for her to say something but after a minute or two she looked at you as if confused why you were still standing in front of her desk.

This time you couldn’t help but scoff at her rude behavior and reached into your purse for the card. You slid the business card across her desk and looking annoyed, she picked it up and looked it over. You smiled, “Now can I speak to Kim Taehyung?”

“Not if you don’t have an appointment,” she smiled tightly and you mirrored her expression. “So can you set an appointment then?”

“For what reason?”

“You can ask him when you set the appointment since he’s the one who told me to come here, or I can just leave and the next time I see him I can let him know how I tried to see him but I was refused,” you smiled and with a clenched jaw she finally picked up. You were bluffing because in truth you didn’t know if he would see you again or it he would just give up on whatever he’s trying to gain but it scared her enough to finally call whoever she needed to.

“What’s your name?”

“Venus,” you said, “That's all.” With another look at you from head to toe she muttered the name to the person on the phone and hung up shortly after. She flashed you another fake smile and said, “Alright follow me.”

You went up the elevator to the 100th floor which meant a long and uncomfortable ride with this snobby receptionist who kept glancing at you like she couldn’t understand why the man upstairs wanted to see you and in truth you weren’t sure either. His secretary gave you the same judging look as she knocked on Taehyung’s large office doors and honestly you didn’t get it.

It was clear you weren’t his girlfriend or anything so what was their deal? Unless he was just some rich guy already engaged or married and they knew you weren’t the wife… maybe you should check that, men are trash anyway—especially ones with a lot of money. When the receptionist left with Taehyung’s secretary you awkwardly stood in front of you as she typed away, “He’s in a meeting, go ahead and sit over there.”

With a small huff in annoyance you took a seat at one of the waiting chairs not far from the front desk. There was a stack of lingerie magazines but you didn’t bother going through them as you got on your phone instead to text your closest friends.

you: im too poor to be in here

hobi: did they check ur bank acc and see u only have 2.75$ in there?

you: fuck u

kook: is he wrong tho

you: no

you: anyway idk I’m getting bad vibes from the employees

hobi: ask if they’re libras and if they say yes you better run

kook: true. I don’t trust libras

“It was great seeing you again Tae, we need to get together for drinks like old times.”

You looked up for a split second to watch a beautiful tall blonde leave his office as he held the door open for her. She had sparkles in her eyes that made you want to gag at the thought of ever looking at a man like that. You visibly cringed and looked back down to your phone and waited until he was done.

you: oh god I’m scared. I’m about to go in

kook: remember that he’s just a man

hobi: ^ a very rich one who made u clothes for dancing on him

kook: yes that too

“I’ll have to see if it fits into my schedule,” Taehyung finally said back seemingly unmoved by her flirtatious smile and as he was out the door with her his eyes shifted to you making you look up. He didn’t send another glance her way as he asked, “Ready?”

You released a sigh as you finally got up from the chair and walked past the shocked blonde like you’ve been here before. Being a dancer meant you needed confidence — or at least pretend like you had it — so that’s how you acted most of the time. Also, he’s a member of the club and at the end of the day you’re still just an exotic dancer who doesn’t have a place in this building meeting with the CEO.

Taehyung is a little surprised at the sight of you. Well, for clarification, he had hoped you would take him up on his offer but he’s just surprised to see you outside of your normal dancing attire. It’s not that he expected to see you dressed provocatively out in public but… well you simply just looked pretty. You wore a plain long skirt that fit your body nicely and a plain fitted long sleeve and regular heels. Your hair was even pinned back in a cute way and it caught him off guard. He looked over to his secretary who was pretending not to watch as he held the door, turning the lock for privacy and following you in.

You looked around the space, his single office was bigger than a studio apartment. There was no need to have so much space especially if it was big enough to have an entire statue of aros. It was obnoxious, kind of. You could see Taehyung’s suit hanging on a hook and all he wore was a navy blue button up long sleeve tucked into black slacks and a belt. The sleeves were even rolled up and the tie seemed just a bit loose. He looked at you, “You received my gift already? I thought maybe you would get it tonight.”

“Someone brought it to me,” you told him as you stood behind his large glass coffee table, “Did you not want to see me?”

He released a small scoff, “On the contrary, it’s a pleasant surprise, I am curious to know what you think.”

“About the lingerie? Yeah, you designed it?” You asked. He nodded, “As you can see this is a lingerie company and I’m the new appointed CEO and designer. The only problem is that I can’t seem to find any inspiration for original and unique designs. I actually was made to go to the club and well that’s when I saw you and I’ll admit, you were very captivating and for some reason I was able to visualize you in a set.”

“Really?” You asked, genuinely surprised. You knew you were at least somewhat attractive but you didn’t think it was enough for someone to design something for you. He said it so confidently and professional like this was just some sort of business meeting for him and in truth this is not what you had in mind when he gave you his business card. You assumed he wanted to try and gain something with the lingerie like give him a private show. The only reason why you had come is because of how good of a tip he left you and why he gave you the gift.

“Yes, that’s why I would have liked it if you modeled for me,” Taehyung said as he rounded the table to get closer, “I mean you seem to wear lingerie confidently and from what I can see now is that you also seem confident in ordinary clothes—is that second hand?”

Your jaw nearly dropped as he read you like a book and you looked down, “Yes? How’d you know?”

Taehyung moved on instead of answering, “Did you bring the gift?”

“Yes.”

He looked around you like he would suddenly find the white box he sent his gift in but all he could see was you. So Taehyung couldn’t help but let his eyes run along the length of your body as he came to a realization and his eyes seemed to widen with peaked interest, “Is that so? Would you be willing to show me?”

A small smile to your face as you nodded, “Of course, I thought that was the whole reason why you wanted to see me.”

He watched as you began to strip your clothes from him right there in the middle of his office just letting the clothes fall. You made sure he was watching too and he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. It was exactly how he pictured it would look. He found himself looking around as if the idea of having a woman undress in his office and looking damn good in it was a crime. Not necessarily a crime, but enough to raise questions but he sort of liked that. He locked the door so it’s not like his secretary can barge in and he doesn’t have any meetings till later.

“Well?” You asked completely undressed aside from the lingerie. It was a simple black bodysuit made of lace with embroidered leaf and vines that met over the valley of your breasts down to your navel where the lace didn’t wrap around. The only thing that kept the lace together were those vines down the middle. The straps were made of silk black ribbons that continued into the cups of your breasts where a clip rested in the middle to undo the top. It seemed plain but the lace had small shimmers of glitter that shined the same way your belly button piercing did. It hugged all your curves in the right places and you fit it so well.

Taehyung just nodded, assessing you with a tight lip smile, “Looks amazing.”

“The lingerie?” You questioned even if it was very clear he was talking about that. This man seemed strange to you. You knew people in the fashion world could be eccentric and creative but this was the first guy you’ve ever met more pleased by the lace you wore rather than the body that wore it. Taehyung’s gaze shifted to your face, “No. The wearer.”

He came up to you, finger lightly tracing the silk strap and sliding it under so it grazed your skin too. You tilted your head to the side, an innocent gaze in your eyes as you looked up at him, “Is that all you needed me for? To dress me up?”

Taehyung’s finger traced up toward the curve of your tilted neck and jaw not yet touching but you could feel the heat from it, “Not the only thing, but I’m too tempted to touch you right now and I know that’s off limits.”

“You’re not a guest of the club right now, are you?” You asked softly. Listen, you knew how to play the game. You knew exactly how you should act to have a man entranced and that’s how you get tipped so well. The amount of money he gave you the other night was enough to cover rent and if you had to find a way to make him tip you again, you will. There’s a reason you became a dancer.

“I’m not,” Taehyung softly said back to you, “So what now?”

“Now you sit,” you lightly pushed at his chest until he was walking backward toward the couch. There was no music playing so it felt a bit awkward for you still yet the second you moved closer to him, he took the initiative to guide you onto his lap as you said, “No music? How am I supposed to perform?”

You were teasing him a bit but he didn’t seem to mind as you straddled his lap, feeling his fingers trace along your ankles toward your thighs, hips, waist, and then linger along your rib cage. Taehyung was too busy looking at your body in his design to care for music, “Do we need it?”

He looked up just as you gave him a smile and said, “Without music it feels too close to sex.”

“Mm,” Taehyung hummed in response. You slowly began to move on his lap and now that he could touch he didn’t hold back. He was still gentle but his hands did come forward to graze your covered breasts before running down the exposed front. You also played with the collar of his navy blue button up, pulling on his tie slowly ready to stop if he wanted you to. “What’s your name?”

“Venu—“

“Your real name,” Taehyung said, feeling his breath hitch when you fully yanked his tie open and pulled him closer. You flashed him a smile that showed the whites of your teeth, “Do you really want to know?”

Taehyung couldn’t help but scoff with a small chuckle, “It’s only fair, you know my name is Kim Taehyung. Now can I know yours?”

“Y/n,” you said as you moved to get off his lap but his strong hand held you in place, not hard enough to feel like he’s forcing you, but enough to know he didn’t want you leaving. You made yourself comfortable once more running your hands up his shirt untucking it and making him look like a complete mess of a CEO. Taehyung just let you too, his hands did move up your rib cage until his thumbs pushed against your breasts but other than that he was letting you lead. Once again it’s like you’re back in the red room with him under you as you perform.

“Y/n,” he repeated as he guided your hips however you moved them. Taehyung will admit, he’s turned on by the whole thing but there’s just no way he couldn’t be, right? You’ve stripped down to what he designed for you, sitting pretty on his lap and he can’t help but want to get closer… it’s only natural.

“How old are you?” He asked.

“22,” you told him and you could see the surprise on his face but you already knew his age since your friends looked him up earlier and you found yourself saying, “But I like them a little older.”

Listen, you have rules as an exotic dancer and performer set for your safety and comfort specifically. You keep things professional when you’re at work and if you run into anyone outside of it you simply act oblivious. You very rarely visit any client unless booked for an event and usually you aren’t alone. You never let them get too touchy or personal yet here you are letting him in all because Taehyung was undeniably attractive and wealthy with some sort of interest in you.

Neither one of you seemed to notice the way you both leaned closer until your lips brushed against his suddenly. Taehyung did pull away as he whispered, “Model for me.”

“I don’t have time,” you whispered back, “I have two jobs.”

There was just a small hint of a kiss but it wasn’t long enough to be worth anything and he said, “I’ll pay better than both.”

You smiled and without much thought into what you were doing, you finally kissed him. Taehyung didn’t need any sort of push to be curling his fingers into your hair and kissing you back deeply. It was an intimate kiss, needy and wet. You had a limp hand on his chest nearly touching his tie and his free hand was down on your thigh. Just as your fingers began to slide toward the buttons of his shirt, a loud ringing cut into the room making you jump in surprise.

Just before you could pull away, Taehyung’s tongue licked along yours drawing a light sound out of you as he chose to ignore the ringing. You figured if he was ignoring it then you would too for the time being and soon enough it stopped.

You pulled away a few seconds later feeling out of breath and hot and he looked the way you felt. Shirt untucked. Tie undone. Hair a mess. Like swollen. Eyes hazy. Jesus, this stranger was beautiful and he didn’t even have to try. Looking down into his eyes it made you snap back into realization. You’ve never gotten so physical with a client before and he’s probably not even going to pay you because there’s no reason for him to, so you're wasting time here. It was cute and fun but it’s over and you should get dressed and move on, right?

Taehyung let you slide off his lap as the phone made you both realize where you were and he tried fixing his own appearance as much as possible. He kept his gaze down when you undressed — knowing the moment was over — for privacy but he couldn’t help but ask, “What’s the other job?”

“Waiting on tables,” you told him, slipping your long skirt back on. His brows furrowed, “Really?”

“Why? Is it a surprise?”

“A bit,” he said honestly as you both stood straight looking as organized as you could after what happened. You didn’t give much of a response then, only said, “Alright, I’ve got to go if I want to catch the bus.”

You were looking at the time on your phone not noticing as he left you for a moment only to come back with a checkbook. He didn’t say much as he quickly scribbled away and handed it to you. Your eyes met when he grabbed your hand and made you hold the check.

“This is for today,” Taehyung said, sounding a bit out of it, “Um… I’ve never done anything like this but…” he looked down at the check, “Maybe we can work something out between us. Beneficial to us both.”

You raised a brow as you looked at the number written down on the check, “How so?”

His thumb brushed some hair away from your face and without thinking he leaned further down until your lips never touched but didn’t move closer. You knew he was probably giving you the choice to decide if you want to do it or not and you reached up to kiss him. His hand was firm against your cheek and kept you in place as he pulled back and ran his tongue across his lower lip, “Like this.”

“Truthfully, I don’t have time to go out with someone and personally I don’t want to. I have a lot of work to do and being in a relationship is not something I want right now but,” Taehyung kissed you again when you didn’t pull back, “I want to be able to do this.”

You smiled, pulling back, “You can find any woman who would die to be with you even if it’s for one night.”

“I can,” Taehyung said in agreement, “But I want you. You won’t push me for a relationship, would you?”

“Obviously not.”

“Then let me spoil you with whatever you want and in exchange—“

“Let you have me?” You asked and he nodded his head.

Taehyung was attractive.

He was wealthy and respectful.

There is no doubt in your mind that every woman he comes across wants him yet…

For some reason he would rather have a give and take relationship with no ties and he only wants it with you. It might even free up a little bit of your time too. You finish one job only to go to another that very same night. You’ve been trying to pay off college debt and other things too so money always seemed to be an issue. You don’t mind dancing, you actually enjoy it and that’s where your friends were. You would have to cut back time at the restaurant—it seems like you’ve already made your decision.

“Give me your number then,” you said. It was a short contact information exchange and just as you reached the door with Taehyung behind you, there was a loud knock against it.

The second he opened it, your eyes fell to the secretary who worked right outside his office. You watched the way her eyes seemed to narrow as she found you back in your sweater and long skirt — completely unaware of what was underneath. Taehyung turned to you, “Let’s connect later tonight, I’ll give you a call. Miss Jia, please call a cab for my guest before telling me whatever was so urgent you had to interrupt us more than once.”

The secretary looked stunned before nodding her head and running back to the desk giving you one last dirty look.

As strange as this might sound, you had no idea what to expect the last time you had seen Mr. Kim. You understood what he had implied and in the moment you wanted the same but now as you’re reading over the contract he’s had printed out for you, it all was beginning a little too real. It wasn’t long but the words felt like they just went on forever and ever and he looked at you like he was waiting for you to have some sort of question. It was nothing more than a non disclosure agreement and you understand what it’s for but it all felt just a little bizarre. You’re not put off by it by any means, you’ve signed a few as a dancer, but this will include sexual acts—things like what you did in his office and much more… did you really not mind doing this? Even if it felt a little like signing your freedom away.

Maybe you were just worrying too much, it’s not like you were looking for a real relationship and at least this way you’ll get money and your sexual needs dealt with from an ungodly attractive man.

“Is everything alright?” Taehyung asked once the silence had gone on for too long, “If this is not something you’re interested in then…”

“It’s not that,” you held the paper up and looked over at him from across the long stretch of dining table between you, “I thought this all started because you wanted me to model for you. There’s nothing about that here?”

Taehyung just looked at you, the corner of his lips turning upward as he smirked, “Well this contract is just between us two, I figured if you wanted to stop busting tables or dancing, I could hire you on as a model the legal way.”

You released a laugh, “And have to deal with seeing all of your prissy employees more often? Probably having to work with them? No, thank you.”

His eyes hardened as he watched you eye the contract. Before he could ask you what changes you would like him to make to get you to agree, you picked up the pen and quickly signed your name. A small smile came to his face as you slid the white sheet over to him and he quickly signed in his own name without a single ounce of hesitation, looking up at you with that same dark gaze you’re used to seeing before he gets his hands on you.

After dinner, you got into the back of Taehyung’s G-wagon with him following suit, ordering his driver to take you both back to his penthouse. You couldn’t help but smirk, “Are we starting so soon?”

Taehyung only smirked back as he stared out his window but you watched the way he loosened his tie with one hand, “This is soon to you, dear? After the day in my office?”

You’ve grown slightly accustomed to the deep mess of his face and the seductive way it sounded when it was just the two of you and you couldn’t help but reach over the back seat and press your face against his neck, breathing softly as you said, “You just don’t seem as eager yet.”

He turned to look at you, tongue running along his lips like he was ready to devour you and before he could utter out a single word, he felt your lips on his neck, kissing softly and making his eyes shut for a second. Once the shock had worn off he couldn’t help but look toward the rear view mirror where his driver was trying so damn hard not to stare back and catch sight of your arched back and short dress riding up with the way you stood on your hands and knees on the backseat, just kissing his neck teasingly. Taehyung brought an arm around to run a hand along your back, just keeping you close before turning his neck to capture your lips with his, and just like that the two of you were making out the entire drive to his home.

He blames it on all the teasing you did every time you would meet for his impatience. He’s felt your body on his, he’s touched your lips and stared at you as you stripped for him, it’s not his fault he couldn’t wait much longer to get to the real thing.

You barely had time to take in the sight of the hundred story building of luxury apartments before you when Taehyung was already pushing you through the front door and into the empty elevator. Immediately, you threw your arms around his neck, dragging him close and kissing him once more. He kissed back with such eagerness to feel all of you, hands holding your sides like his life depended on it, not wanting you to slip away.

His penthouse was huge, straight out of a movie and when you walked in it even echoed with each step you took.

“Welcome home si—“ a woman’s voice died on the spot and you couldn’t help but squeal at the thought of being caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. The two of you both turned to look at her, Taehyung holding you by the waist to keep you pressed against his front and you took the chance to get a good look at her.

She was dressed in a stiff pencil skirt with a gray blouse tucked into it. Her hair was in a tight bun and she wore black flats. She looked like house staff to you but you’re not sure, all you know is that she’s just as surprised to see you as you are at her. Taehyung released a deep sigh, clearly displeased, “Did I not tell you to head out early today?”

His voice was stern and authoritative, no room to argue and she looked genuinely scared like she would lose her job or something. You pulled away from Taehyung nervously but he didn’t let you get far as he kept his hold on you, waiting for the cleaning lady to leave and she did so rather quickly, not shying away from looking at you in confusion.

It wasn’t until she was scurrying out the door that you couldn’t help but laugh as you looked around, “What? Do you not have guests over often?”

“Not like you, no,” Taehyung said as he stood behind you, slipping the strap of your dress off your shoulder before placing a kiss on it, “Not as pretty.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you stared up at the large chandelier above you, “So you only bring home ugly women?”

Taehyung couldn’t help but chuckled as he slipped his hand off your shoulder to your wrist, pulling you along toward his room once more, “We’ve been over this before, I don’t have the energy nor time to deal with romantic partners, and we don’t just pick up any woman off the street and bring her to my home.”

“No,” you teased stepping into his room, “Only women you meet when they dance on you half naked.”

He smirked now, watching as you began to slip your dress off only a couple steps ahead of him walking toward his king sized bed of satin sheets. He couldn’t help but begin to remove his blazer, undoing his tie too as your dress fell at your feet. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt, unable to keep his eyes off when you bent down by the waist to undo your heels, ass in perfect display for his eyes only, “My apologies for having taste.”

Once he was fully undressed he walked straight to you, pushing you onto the bed and taking you by surprise. You quickly turned on your back using your elbows to sit up as you watched him began to crawl between your legs still fully dressed but clearly on his way to change that.

"God, your body is so fucking hot," he said in a low growl as he took in the sight of you on his bed. He’s always thought this since the second he saw you on stage and now he has you in his sheets looking at only him and he couldn’t help but allow himself to let his eyes roam down your body.

You bit your lip as you felt his hands begin to slide along your stomach toward your breasts. A small smirk came to your face as he stopped, looking straight down at the center of your breasts and once he realized, he couldn’t stop his fingers from moving. Taehyung released a small chuckle as he held the small clip that rested right between the mounds of your boobs, “Did you wear this just for me?”

“Obviously,” you said with a small moan as he tugged harshly on the clasp, quickly undoing it and your boobs practically spilled out as your bra fell. He smiled, “Like my own little present.”

Taehyung did not hesitate to dip down and place a kiss on your collarbone, hands cupping your bare tits now and holding the weight of them against his palm. You released a breathy sigh of hen he sucked harshly on your skin leaving a line of red live marks trails toward your boobs until finally he was mouthing at your left nipple, tugging at it softly with his teeth and letting out a quiet groan himself.

He’s ashamed to admit how turned on he was just at the sight of your tits in his face, he’s imagined what they look like under your lingerie but right now you’re laying bare beneath him letting him lavish you in wet and sloppy kisses.

“I need you to take this off,” You told him as he licked along your nipple and slowly began to tug at his shirt. He just smirked sitting up in his knees, “Take it off me.”

You did just that, ripping the buttons open and tugging hard enough to make his body move toward you with his lips parted, turned in by how rough you pulled on him. His eyes fell to your nimble hands as they yanked open the top button of his slacks and undid the zipper, brows scrunching together, “Hurry up.”

He let out a soft laugh at your impatience, nodding his head as he flung the shirt off and quickly got off the bed to kick his slacks off too. He stood there in his Versace briefs, dick print evident and it only made you smirk when you saw how hard he was. You couldn’t help but giggle, “Just for me?”

He picked up on your teasing tone similar to the one he used when he asked if you wore the front clip bra earlier. He brought a hand down to his dick, palm running over it, feeling the weight of his bulge, unbelievably hard, “Do you want it?”

You spread your legs even further apart, “Give it to me, Mr. Kim.”

You said the last part in a mocking tone, remembering the way his employees always referred to him as and he just big his lip, crawling back between them and dipping down to kiss you. You welcome his kiss happily, his body pressed against yours and dick snuggly between your legs rutting against your covered pussy for any sort of friction he could get. Your tongue snuck into his mouth, wet and sticky as it swirled around his and a line of drool connected the two when he pulled away from the kiss till only your tongues kissed.

“Are you going to fuck me yet or make me wait?” You asked with your arms wrapped around his neck, hips grinding against his clothed cock, “I’m already so wet for you.”

Taehyung released a low groan at your dirty words when he felt your hands slide down toward his briefs and begin to tug them down on your own accord.

“Horny girl,” he said deeply as he reached down to tug on your underwear, a tearing sound heard clearly and your na dropped in surprise but he just smirked, “I’ll design you a new pair, love, a million of them for every new set I ruin.”

“That’s a big promise, Taehyung,” you said watching him reach into the drawer in his nightstand for a condom. Taehyung just smirked, “A promise I could keep.”

Taehyung knew he should give your pussy some affection, maybe get you stretched out before he completely impaled you with his cock but as he looked down at the gap of your entrance and the way your slick pooled inside it, he wondered if you would even need it. Your lips parted in surprise at the weight of his cock sliding between your folds coating him in your arousal, teasingly grinding against you until his tip bumped into your clit, “Want my cock, pretty girl?”

His hair was all out of place and his lips swollen from how hard he bit his bottom lip, waiting for you to nod

Your hips were becoming restless, “Give it to me.”

Taehyung smirked finally taking his cock in hand and guided his tip toward your entrance and before he could even attempt to push in, your hands were pulling at his hips and with a low groan, he sank into your heat in one go. You both moaned against each other as his hips fell against yours and unable to stop himself, he laid his body flush over yours, moaning against your chest, “Oh fuck.”

He’ll be honest and say he can’t remember the last time he had the chance to be in a tight wet pussy but he does remember that it didn’t feel like this. It was probably fast and unsatisfactory, just a way for him to release whatever stress he had at the moment. This… this was all just so fucking good, the teasing that led up to this, the dancing, the lingerie, all of it.

"Please fuck me,” you breathed out as he finally began to move and you wrapped your legs around his waist only for him to bring his arms around the underside of your knees and drag your legs up toward your chest. Your pussy stretched wider in the new position as he began to thrust, cock pushing in and out of your wet cunt with low moans leaving his lips.

Your hands clawed at his back and it made his eyes roll with the burn of each scratch, veins in his arms protruding as he made sure that you didn’t move your legs from the position he put you in and fucked you in a mating press that had you releasing moan after moan, head tossed back into the pillows in complete ecstasy.

“Such a good pussy,” Taehyung licked his lips but his mouth felt so dry, fucking you hard with his dick, “Fuck baby, haven’t had pussy this good in so long.”

“Good thing it’s yours,” you moaned, as he rocked his hips into yours roughly. His back muscles tensing with each powerful thrust and he growled, “Show me then.”

You didn’t need any explanation to know what he wanted and you were a bit thankful to relieve your sore legs from this position as he rolled onto his back with you on top.

"So good," you moaned loudly, when his hand groped a handful of your ass digging his nails in with small grunts every time your thighs smacked his. If he thought you were a flexible dancer, nothing compared to the way you split your legs open for him, bouncing on his cock using him like he was just another client of yours watching you perform. He didn’t mind that one but especially now that he could touch and he didn’t hold back from lifting his hand only to smack your ass hard enough to make you whine at the pain. Your hair fell to one side and your hand rested on his chest, riding him like your life depended on it just enjoying the depth his cock went into your cunt, “You’re so big.”

“Mhm,” he moaned in agreement, it was one of his proudest achievements and it had him pushing his upper body up to sit, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and fucking up into you in this new position. Unable to hold himself back he dropped forward, your back hitting the opposite end of his bed instead of how you had originally been when your head was against the pillow. He quite literally made you switch to the other side just so he could be on top again but his hands never left your ass even as they got trapped between your body and the bed, “Am I fucking you good?”

"Mhm,” you whined softly, “I’m gonna—oh fuck, Taehyung.”

He only growled in response, drilling his cocking into you fully allowing himself to lose all sensibility and just do what he’s been wanting to do since he saw you in his lingerie—just fuck you roughly like he knew you were a slut for.

“You a slut for me?” He asked and you surprisingly nodded your head making him kiss along your neck, “Say it.”

“Wanna be your slut,” you moaned, nails scratching along his back as he just pounded the fuck out of you with his big dick, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“My slut gonna cum?” He asked in a whispered voice, feeling your legs shake and he just knew you couldn’t hold on any longer, "Cum for me then.”

“Oh my go—“ your words died in your throat when he swallowed your mouth with his, giving you the nastiest kiss you’ve ever had and just like that, the knot in your stomach came undone just as he came in his condom. He released a low growl into your mouth as he felt the flood of your release around him, pussy tightening and he physically began to shake through his orgasm.

You’re not sure how much time had passed with his cock still stuffed inside you and once the two of you both came down, he was finally pulling out of you with a tired groan, “Goddamn.”

You were both covered in sweat as he fell to your side and released a sigh, “Fuck, that was good.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, still out of breath as you attempted to sit up, “Bathroom?”

Taehyung pointed toward the door in the corner of his bedroom letting you go on your own to clean up. As you left you wondered what would happen now. Were you supposed to leave now? Was he at least going to call you an Uber or have his driver take you home? As you finished up, you decided you would ask him, you will pick up your dress and pray it wasn’t torn like your underwear and just leave with your dignity in tact.

When you stepped into the bedroom it was empty, you looked around in shock and feeling the insecurity of being completely bare after rough sex was too much to handle and you picked up your dress, wincing a little at the soreness between your legs.

Just as you were getting ready to pull the dress on, a warm hand touched your shoulder blade, moving your hair out of the way and your breath hitched. Taehyung pressed a soft kiss along your neck, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Don’t you want me to leave?” You asked looking fully convinced it was what he wanted until he hugged you from behind, hand caressing your arm until he laced your fingers together, “What I want you to do is get your pretty self back in bed.”

You couldn’t help but blush, not sure how to handle the tenderness in his voice and touch. Usually after sex the guy would barely pay you any mind, basically toss you to the side even if it was your boyfriend but Taehyung only pulled you back into bed.

“I’m cold,” you said in a soft voice, suddenly feeling a bit more pliant to get in bed with him. Taehyung just smiled as he lifted the covers, “Then come lay down and let me warm you up.”

“I didn’t expect the CEO to be soft after how hard you fucked me,” your words were blunt and yet he still smiled pulling you into his side to cuddle.

“I was just giving you what you asked for, I’m not a monster, Y/n,” as he said that he pressed a hand to your hip, rubbing the part that was sore from all the positions he had you in, “If I was too rough, just tell me.”

“Don’t worry, I liked it,” you snuggled against him, letting him sooth the pain in your muscles as you rested a head on his chest. You brought a leg up around his waist and he hugged you close, “Good, but don’t think I’m letting you leave this bed anytime soon. I want to hold you to make up for all the marks I left.”

“Fine,” you yawned against him, “I’m tired anyway.”

Hoseok could not hide the look of shock on his face the next time he saw you. You wore an expensive silver diamond necklace, “You actually did it.”

It didn’t take him long to figure out what happened, especially when you grinned teasingly, “I did, and let me just say, oh my god.”

“Oh my god what?” Jungkook asked, coming over. The club has yet to open yet so the only people around were employees and that meant you could all hang around before actually having to do anything. That’s how a bartender, a body guard, and an exotic dancer, found yourselves sitting in a private booth having a very private discussion.

All you had to do was give Jungkook the look for him to examine you curiously, eyes widening at the sight of what adorned your neck, “You screwed the rich guy?!”

You nodded, not all offended by his crass tone, knowing he was just caught off guard, “He was so… so… listen, I’m not in love but wow.”

“That good, huh?” Hoseok asked before looking at Jungkook, “I wondered if I’ve ever been good enough to brag to her friends like this after just one night.”

You gave him a feigned pitied expression, “You’re about seven figures short of being that good.”

He playfully glared at you as he said, “Money doesn’t make up for ability.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook agreed with his equally broke friend, “Quality over quantity.”

Your brows furrowed wondering if he used the phrase right but unable to create a concrete thought on it, you decided to move on, “Well I guess Taehyung just happens to be lucky enough to have both.”

“So how does this work?” Hoseok asked, deciding to just change the subject before you destroy his ego any more than you already have, “Did he just toss cash out on the counter and leave or did he stay and do all that lovey dovey shit for shits and giggles?”

Despite your two best friends being guys, you all felt extremely comfortable discussing your sex lives. When you first started working for the club you thought they were so fucking hot that you would explode right on the spot if they even looked at you… now you can only see them as friends who know way too much about your sex life and vise versa… You did not need to know about the time Jungkook got head wearing nothing but his stupid toe socks.

Taehyung didn’t throw cash at you. You had originally thought he had wanted you to leave once you were done but he went as far as pulling you back in bed and made sure you stayed till morning when he had a driver drop you off back home.

You shook your head no, “No, I didn’t leave till morning when he was getting ready to leave. He let me sleep in when he left and when I woke up a check was laying under this necklace.”

“Should I get myself a sugar mama?” Jungkook asked in all seriousness but the girl dancing on the stage was done and you wanted to practice a new dance.

You shrugged as you stood, “Good luck finding one.”

“Sir,” his secretary Jia knocked in his door lightly, “Ms. Choi is here to see you.”

It took him a second to respond as he looked at her slightly displeased. She knows by now that unless he has an appointment with her, he does not want her just storming into his building. It was very obviously too late when Yuna was letting herself in following the secretary, the familiar blonde hair tied back with a hair clip.

“Do you have an appointment?” Taehyung asked from the comfort of his desk chair. She rolled her eyes at him, “Come on Tae, since when did I need an appointment to see you?”

“Since always,” he said, not bothering to rise from behind his desk, “You just never listen.”

With a small huff in annoyance, she plopped down on his couch, “Well, I just wanted to know who the girl was last time I was here. She didn’t have an appointment either.”

Taehyung seemed to stiffen. He absolutely hated when she asked too many questions like she had the right to know. It’s been heard and he still doesn’t understand how she can’t get the hint that he’s just not interested in her. He does not care that they’re family friends. He does not care that their parents would prefer them to marry. He just does not care about her beyond a friendly view. He enjoys being her friend and he’ll always be on her side but she also needs to know her place—which isn’t next to him.

“But I was expecting her,” Taehyung said simply, not feeling the need to elaborate on what he meant.

Jia just continued like he hadn’t said anything, “Who is she anyway? I didn’t peg you as the type to like them so young.”

“A few years never hurt anyone,” Taehyung said, looking down at his phone to see you finally responded to his last text.

taehyung: I’ve got dinner plans but I’m free after. are u?

you: nope, I’ve gotta work at the club tn and u left me a bit sore :/

He couldn’t help but smirk, lip pulled between his teeth as he remembered last night. The two of you were rough, aroused from the get go and he was not able to hold back. You told him not to so in the end he didn’t and now you’re sending him a picture of a small bruise he left on your hip. He was tempted to show you the scratch mark you left on his shoulder blade from clawing at his back.

He ran his thumb across his lips, unable to stop himself from noticing the red lingerie you wore and he knew you would be performing tonight. It was late in the evening and he did have dinner plans but he’s sure he can move it around… maybe.

taehyung: tomorrow?

you: working at the restaurant till close

Jia watched him completely ignore that she was even there and it was starting to really annoy her. She knows that they’re not dating and they most likely never will but she just doesn’t get it. Does he realize how many guys think he’s lucky just for her considering him?

“So are you two dating or is she just an easy lay?” Jia couldn’t help but ask and that barely got his attention enough to glare at her.

“Careful Jia, you’re beginning to sound bitter and I hate bitter women,” Taehyung said with a deep gaze that had her biting her tongue, “Now is there anything you need or did you just come to complain?”

He looked back down to his phone as he typed back a response.

taehyung: I’ll see u before u gotta go

you: what about ur work?

taehyung: I’m boss. I can do whatever I want

“That’s all,” Jia said, plastering a forced smile on her face and rising to her feet, “Just wanted to know who the slut was.”

That made Taehyung snap, “Go ahead and walk your ass out, Jia, I don’t want you coming back here until you learn how to act.”

Taehyung will never deny how much of a classist he really was deep down. Maybe not to the extent as his friends but when he stepped into your apartment he had become very aware of your financial situation. It wasn’t a studio apartment but pretty damn close and just being in there made him feel a bit suffocated. The whole place had to be about the size of his office.

“Are you judging?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest and hip popped out just slightly. Even knowing you were giving him attitude, he couldn't help but smile and say, “Only slightly.”

He just wanted to see if he would get a reaction. You scoffed, “Well sorry not all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouths and a lingerie empire just handed to us.”

Normally Taehyung would get annoyed if someone said that to him, he’s very aware of his privilege but it annoyed the hell out of him when his own wealthy friends would say it. Instead of getting frustrated he just shrugged, “I’m just saying, two jobs and this is all you get? I could help y’know.”

“I don’t need a handout,” you told him even if it sounded a bit hypocritical. You know he’s giving you money but that was different, it was like a job that you got to enjoy too. He was very attractive and he was really good in bed, plus he’s lavished you with gifts every day of this week and yes you’ve allowed yourself to be spoiled but for him to offer help for an apartment? Now that was a bit too much, even for you.

Taehyung only smirked as he stood in front of you now, hand sliding under the waistline of your short skirt, “Who said anything about a handout?”

You rolled your eyes even as you let him begin to kiss down your neck, “I’ve got to work in an hour.”

“Plenty of time,” he muttered against your skin, “I just want a taste anyway.”

There was something about a rich, attractive man desperate to touch you that always had you smiling. Taehyung was slowly dropping to his knees and kissing down your clothed sides, raising your shirt to move it out of his way, “And if you quit the restaurant it’ll free up a lot of time for us, you know I can give you more anyway.”

“Yeah?” You asked teasingly, “And what about when you get tired of me?”

His fingers found their way under your skirt and pulled at your underwear, a smile on his face, “Tired of this? Never.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it,” you bit your lip as he disappeared under your skirt, placing soft kisses along your thigh getting closer and closer to your heat.

Taehyung’s hands circled to the back of your thighs, going higher and until he was groping your hurt, nose brushing against your bare pelvis leaving teasing touches that had your breath hitching. He kissed your mouth doing everything to avoid the space between your legs and you were struggling not to move away from his hold. You were standing in the middle of your living room with no back support whatsoever. Your hand snuck under your skirt to move it held a firm grip on his hair.

Just before you could hurry him along, a breathy sigh left your lips when he pressed a tentative kiss on your hood clit feeling the way it began to rise with arousal. The single kiss became two and finally his tongue was slipping between the folds to lick it directly, feeling it harden. He looked up at you from between your legs urging you to move closer to his face with his hands on your butt pushing you into him and you had to spread your legs even further to do so. Taehyung sat prettily on his knees just under you, his tongue flattening against your slit, licking up the pool of wetness you were protruding rather quickly. You had to bite back your lip to hold in a moan and his brows scrunched together in displeasure. You hissed at the feel of his nails sinking into the softness of your ass in warning, “Don’t hold back on me. I wanna hear you.”

You barely had a chance to nod your head in response when he dug his face even further into your wet cunt, tongue lapping at your slick before traveling the tip of it all the way up to your clit and flicking it a couple times, the hard nub covered in his spit. You couldn’t help but let out a louder moan as you failed to pull your hips away from the pleasure with his hands holding you in place.

Your hand tightened in his hair when his tongue curled inside your pussy traveling between your folds until he was swirling it around your hardened clit once more. He wrapped his lips around the small nub, sucking softly while his tongue continued to flick the tip of it, meaning around your clit when you pulled on his hair. You were completely soaking his chin but that did not stop Taehyung from making out with your clit, hands keeping you upright so he could eat you out to his heart’s content.

"Oh god," you moaned as he moved a little rougher now, never once easing up on your clit and mouth open as he fucked you with his tongue. Taehyung knew he was on a time limit because you had to get ready for your shit too so he was doing everything he can to make you cum soon. Your jaw went slack at the sudden rough feeling of his two front teeth just barely applying pressure to your clit teasingly and you felt your legs begin to shake. You repeated yourself, “Oh god, Tae, I’m gonn—“

He licked along your swollen folds, lighting tugging on them with his teeth, not enough to hurt but enough for you to jolt in surprise and you were damn near rutting against his face, ducking your pretty pussy into his wainting mouth.

Taehyung didn’t need a verbal sign to know you were at your breaking point, he could practically feel the way your cunt twitched and just like that, his mouth was being flooded with your released and like a starved man, he happily licked it up.

“Good girl,” he said softly but in his usual deep voice as he pressed a chaste kiss to your mound before dropping your skirt back down and caressing your thighs as he stood up.

From the look the secretary had given you, you just know she was very displeased to see you again. You’re not sure if it’s because she felt like she had a chance with Taehyung or maybe she just doesn’t think you’re good enough for her employer, but she never failed to have a scowl in her face when you walked in, this time sporting a long Prada coat that reached down to your mid-thigh.

Once again you were here and her boss failed to tell her he had an appointment with you and she’s started to realize what your relationship is with him. You just know in her head she’s saying every word she can to make you seem like a slut but frankly, you didn’t care. You were here in business today… real business.

Okay, well, still with your body but it was different today.

When you got in his office he immediately locked the door and pressed a kiss to your lips in greeting. You whined when the camera around his neck dug into your chest but he smiled as he pulled away, “Let me see.”

“Eager?” You asked, “Take this off me then.”

Taehyung didn’t hesitate to do just that. He pulled in the tie in the front and practically yank off the coat he bought you, eyes scanning your body with his usual lustful gaze.

“You know, you should make your lingerie more affordable,” you said to him as he bid his lip at the sight before him. You were wearing white today with satin ribbons and sheer lace. You put on some body shimmer too and you just looked like a little present for him to unwrap. It was another custom design for you aside from the garter belt you added for a nice touch. Taehyung just nodded as he pulled you by the hand toward the couch, “I’ll look into it.”

He directed you to lay down, a hand down your back as he moved you however he wanted you to be. Today would be a different sort of touching, he was only making you pose however he liked on the expensive couch of his. He had you on your stomach, butt slightly raised making your back arched and he framed your hair around your face perfectly. You rested a side of your face on the couch with an arm stretched out behind you and the other tucked under your chin.

He took a step back, raising the camera up for him to get a good view and that’s how it started. Taehyung looked so fucking hot as he snapped picture after picture of you in whatever pose he liked. He wore his usual white button up but it looked completely messed up. The top three buttons were undone exposing his chest, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair a slight mess. He looked like a sleazy photographer even if he was anything but.

Remember in the beginning when he asked you to model for him and you just kept saying no? Well, there was a change of plans because now you’re in his office doing just that and modeling for him. You don’t even know how he finally convinced you because this was definitely something you weren’t used to. Obviously you were confident in yourself when it came to dancing or putting on a show for Taehyung but to have yourself photographed for others to see? That felt a bit much.

Still, he asked you and you said yes so now here you are listening to his words of assurance, “You look so good, baby.”

Of course with his words you were able to get more into it and did your own poses that had him smiling, “Such a pretty girl.”

“How many more?” You asked as you laid on your side and Taehyung took more close ups of the material. He sighed, “Almost done.”

It went on for a few more minutes till you were beginning to get fed up and Taehyung knew it.

“I’ve got something for you,” Taehyung said as the shoot came to an end and you watched him head toward his desk as you reached into your bag and changed into real clothes. You only came in the coat earlier because you knew he would like to take it off you but now that you’re done and you had work, you had to change. You watched him curiously as he came over to you with a yellow enveloped and a smile on his face. You furrowed your brows in confusion as you took the envelope and opened it.

Taehyung watched your eyes widen with a smile on his face as you skimmed the document, hearing a small jangle and turning it over to drop the last of its content into your palm.

“What’s this?”

“Papers to your new apartment,” Taehyung said as you examined the key, “It’s in your name and fully paid. I’ve signed a contract that covers all the added bills even if you and I happen to fall out.”

“Why’d you do this?” You asked as you looked at the picture of the apartment building. He shrugged, “Call me greedy but I want to spend more time with you and I want you to leave the restaurant, at least. This way you won’t have to worry about making more if I’ve covered your student debt and your housing.”

You just looked at him, unsure how to feel because this all was too much but at the same time you weren’t completely put off by it. You couldn’t comprehend why he would go as far as putting it in your name because then he won’t be able to take it away if you two end.

He didn’t expect you to be jumping in glee but your silence worried him a bit and he had to sit on the edge of the coffee table in front of you to talk, “Sign it and it’s yours, baby, if you want it.”

He handed you a pen and like before when you signed the NDA, you signed the contract wordlessly after reading through it all. He couldn’t help himself, happy to spoil someone with goods and pulled you into him with a hand behind your head and a kiss on your lips.

“You’re spoiling me too much,” you said between kisses and he only smiled.

“That’s the point, isn’t it?” He said, making you laugh softly. When you pulled away you checked the time, eyes widening, “I’ve got to get to work.”

Taehyung released a low groan in a whine, “Noooo.”

You smiled, “How else am I supposed to resign?”

That made him smile and finally, he walked you to the door, “We’ll work out a move-in day and I’ll hire a moving truck so you don’t have to lift a single finger.”

You said your goodbyes and like before he ordered his secretary to call you a cab and promised to see you tonight.

Just after you left, Taehyung called his secretary in holding a flash card in his hand, “I need you to go get these printed, I don’t care how much it costs and if they tell you they can’t fit it in, offer them more. I want these by the end of tonight.”

By late evening Taehyung had what he wanted and a worker was in to install all over his office. There were beautiful black and white photographs, high quality and with a nice depth of field with shadows in all the right places. He purposely did not include your face in a single shot per your request but at least he got to admire the pretty body of yours he gets to touch.

The one above his desk was his absolute favorite, a four foot picture of your breasts clad in the pretty white lingerie wearing his gold Cartier tiger necklace that stopped perfectly at the start of your cleavage, right between them. He looked at it proudly as it looked against the wall behind his desk, distracted by it to the point that he didn’t hear his friend storm into his office with a loud gasp.

“Holy shit,” Jimin did a full 360 as he took in the new art work in his office. Aside from the huh one he had about four others of you in various poses. One was just your arched back, another of your thighs, one with your hand grazing your side and finally, another of his favorite, a pretty view of your belly button ring where he oh so kindly wrote his signature down right next to it with a heart.

“Who’s the new model and is she single?” Jimin asked, smirk on his face as he watched his friend turn to him, clearly displeased.

Jimin wasn’t used to seeing Taehyung like this. Taehyung was always put together and never really let his emotions show. Even if there would come the rare chance when he would be in a relationship he was always private about it but not like this. Jimin has no clue who the person in the pictures was and he was unaware of the NDA you and Taehyung signed. In truth, Taehyung shouldn't even have these pictures in display for anyone who walks into his office to see but he’s not taking them down. The rules of the contract are slowly leaving his head and he’s wondering if the same is happening to you.

Taehyung looked back at the pictures adoringly, “Don’t worry about it, she’s all mine.”

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idk how I feel about this 😭💀um hopefully it wasn’t horrible idk man fr. also I’ll probs add more to their relationship in short drabbles

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Heartache (M)

Summary: You didn’t know such a feeling was so real, so vivid, so hurtful. But it had happened and happened to you before you could stop it. Tae had become written into your life hard and fast, so when you leave you question that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t willing to unwrite him.

Pairing: Taehyung x Y/N

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Heartache for starters, Unprotected sex, Oral (male receiving), Swearing, Nude modelling, Taehyung’s a sappy mess, Mentions of Alcohol

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Can’t lie in saying how morbid it is that I enjoy writing angst. It’s light angst though and a lot lighter than how fucking whipped Tae is at the end. Much love for the bub though, so, enjoy x

Ahhh jungkook features as well forgot to mention. Still love him. Nothings changed there.

Heartache.

Cringy, you once thought to yourself. 

How could you be so dependent, so set and so immersed in something that your heart actually aches? 

It didn’t make sense to you until the day words were spoken that couldn’t be taken back, bags were reluctantly packed and more tears were shed than there is water in the Thames. Heartache was real, vivid and the hardest thing you have ever had to live through in your 24 years of life. 3 weeks of a deep set dropping in your stomach that couldn’t be shaken despite the booze intake, the occasional listening to his voicemails and the relentless tears.

Your mother told you that if you built up too many walls it would hurt so much more when someone knocked them down. You had told Taehyung this on the first date, your first date, ever, with any man. You had always drawn a line between pleasure and dependency, settling for short flings and the occasional online relationship (purely for the sexting) instead of the commitment and responsibility that weighed on vulnerable shoulders when you bear your entire self to another in a relationship. Taehyung knew this. But he fell and you fell harder. You fell completely and utterly under his spell for three years. 

And then he told you he wanted to marry you. Bastard didn’t even propose, just mentioned that one toxic word of marriage and you instantly laid the bricks of that wall he had so unceremoniously knocked down all those years ago.

It felt so adult yet so childish leaving someone over the concept of marriage, but when talks of marriage turn to talks of children and one party wants something completely different to the other, what kind of relationship is there to continue. 

So three weeks later, just as the physical pain of emptiness and heartache has begun ebbing away, the emotional trauma of your decision begins to cave in on you.

To Jungkook:

11:31pm

You: I know I said I’d stop this

You: But I really dont know if this is worth the pain

You: His mum sent me a get well soon card today bc he told her i was ill and that’s why i hadn’t visited

You: I’m never going to not love him

You: How does anyone get over this shit its not fair

11:35pm

Guk: Oh noona

Guk: It’ll take lots and lots of time and lots and lots of tubs of ice cream and wine but youre both adults who want different things and not everything is meant to be

Guk: Sacrifice for the greater good right

11:35pm

You: There’s no fucking greater good here

You: I hate this

11:37pm

Guk: Noona you know that down the road hyung wants children. I don’t think marriage was that big, but he’s always wanted to be a dad

Guk: It’s not fair of him to ask you to have something you don’t want but its also not fair to leave him without the thing he’s always desired the most

11:40pm

You: Its just too hard to take

You: It feels like three years for jack shit

11:41pm

Guk: If you’re really struggling that much, noona, talk to him. I know he wants to talk to you still, he’s tried to contact you everyday. Maybe it will give you some closure or just help you see what’s right

11:41pm

You: Love you

Your phone is down as soon as Jungkook mentioned talking to him. How could you take one step forward and a million steps back by talking to him? It would be like hanging just what you want right in front of you but no touching, no talking to them after that 5 minutes of hell, no seeing them ever again. Closure is what you need but never what you’ll want.

The sheets that surround you, nuzzled closely into your neck and still unwashed even after three weeks just to keep that tiny scent of Tae over you naked skin, warm you to the point your eyes drift. You don’t mean to fall asleep so easily, but when every little action weighs so heavy on you during the day, sleep comes too easily. However, so does the nightmares of crawling alone in the black abyss.

---------------------------------------------

Resuming work was never easy on a broken soul, but alas, here you were, with three weeks of sick pay under your belt you’d rather not have and 20 children at your feet.

Ironic isn’t it.

You break up with the only man you’ve ever loved because you can’t face a future of settling down with children, yet you wake up at the fucking godforsaken hour of 6 am to tend to a bunch of five and six years olds every day. No, you didn’t hate children, but they weren’t the joy of your life either. You were good at your job and you had this mad psychological complex that if you could help a child at five or six like you had so desperately needed at that age, then maybe you’d make their life just that little bit easier and that little bit brighter. Taehyung always found your reason for working so admirable - fuck that look of pure adoration in his eyes when you told him - so he found it equally hard to come to terms with when you told him the opposite. When you told him you couldn’t have your own children because the responsibility scared you. His ears were ringing at the point where you told him you also didn’t want to share him and his kindness, even so, the damage had been done, whatever the reasoning.

“Y/N! Jennie said you were back,” it’s a tight smile from you and a loose hug, but it’s amazing you’ve managed that with the way your head is far from in the room let alone the conversation at hand. “God, I hope you’re better, you were out for a while.”

You squeeze a weak laugh out, “Yeh, it wasn’t all that fun.”

“For a second me and Jennie were thinking you might be pregnant.” The heartache subsides, rivalled by the very distinct feeling of sickness. The ball of energy in front of you persists in conversation, but it’s to drowned ears and for a second you think you’ll faint. 

You miss your name being called. Shit, you don’t even know where it’s coming from, because the all-consuming feeling of this tide of emotions has swept you far from your spot in the classroom. Marie in front of you still calls, asking if you’re okay, but it’s the tug on your skirt, not harsh, but enough to garner a reaction that casts your eyes down.

“Miss Y/N?”

It’s Jojo, eyes wide and glaring up at you, still clung to the material of your skirt.

“Miss Y/N, why are you crying?”

You instantly draw the back of your hand to your face and it catches a cascading tear, much to your shock. You face must morph into a mortified expression at the thought of so carelessly crying at work, in the presence of the kids you look after with a smile and a skip in your step each day.

“Miss Y/N, it’s okay to cry. You can draw with me if you feel crying…” he shakes his head, “sad. Sad I mean.”

You feel Marie’s hand on your back, but Jojo’s eyes sweep you into a frenzy of more tears before you find yourself kneeling on the floor by the table. His table, where he sits alone each day, with paper and paints, or pencils, or chalk, sometimes he just folds it and hands it to you saying he made his paper into a flower. He already has one of his drawings on the go but scribbled over it thoughtlessly before starting out on a series of words. ‘To miss Y/n’.  Your eyes well further, but his words stop you.

“I think sometimes that drawings can make you better. Can make better the sadness.”

---

“Tae are you still going at it?”

You peer around the corner of the door, leaning half in half out of his man cave to study your boyfriend at work. 5 hours he’d been couped up in there.

“Hmm.” 

He didn’t let you see his art until the product was finished, completely finished, because sometimes he’d say he was done and then go back when he’d found the smallest error only to get pissed off that you had witnessed anything other than the completed masterpiece.

“Tae, you’ve been in here for hours, just come out to help me cook.” You plead with him over the canvas, not daring to peak any further.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

He hasn’t looked at you since you came in, his brow well and truely glued into a furrow and the tea you’d brought him earlier cold and untouched beside him. You lower your tone into a more serious one.

“You okay?”

Silence.

“Done.” He doesn’t sound relieved or happy at the finalising of a five-hour art project like most would, like he normally does. He’s merely, ‘done’.

With an apprehensive tone, you ask, “Can I come see?” A gentle nod and you round the canvas, his arm dropping the brush in favour of tugging at the skin of your waist until you’re gently seated in his lap.

It’s beautiful and it’s simplistic and there’s so much life and emotion in it that you know the five hours weren’t all spent with brush to canvas but with him mulling over the memories and thoughts it conjured up.

“Your grandmother’s house?” Your voice is soft, not a pitying soft, but a soft that lets him know he can talk freely.

“Hmm,” he presses a kiss to the shoulder exposed by the shirt that hangs off you loosely. “Wanted to do something for her.”

You let the silence and the painting speak for itself for a while as his hands brush at your sides and you lean into his head that rest against you, chin to shoulder as his warm breath lulls you into calmness.

“You miss her?” 

“So much.”

“Painting makes it better?”

… another kiss and a sigh, warm.

“Mmm. Sometimes painting and drawing just makes the sadness a little easier, just makes it better.”

---

You see Tae in this tiny boy, this boy who draws to ease the sadness, who coups himself away on his table to be alone, too afraid to cry in front of the other boys and girls. Is he doing it too? Is he alone and painting? 

Then Jojo slides you his paper, wordlessly and your eyes with dried tears, prick once again, heartache replaced with something completely different, regret. And now hope. It’s those small boys words on paper, insignificant to him, and probably tiny in the grand scheme of things, but it’s his words that make you seek out for the one thing you know you can’t live without, the one thing that will heal your sadness.

‘To miss Y/N, i hope your crying gets better soon. Its okay to cry but its also good to make you happy. I hope you find your happy. From Jojo.”

You’d already found your happy, you just had to get him back.

-------------------------------------------------------

“Y/N!?” 

And it merely takes your name for you to lose every word on your tongue. Any word you could’ve conjured at that moment couldn’t have described how you felt. He looks dishevelled, and beautiful, hair unwashed and falling into his eyes, white top littered with stains and his pyjamas bottoms you bought him for Christmas hanging off his hips. 

His eyes lull from their immediate shock before he turns to look at his apartment, running a frantic hand through his hair and stumbling on his words. 

“Shit. I- I mean. I wasn’t really thinking- I didn’t expect you.”

You probably shouldn’t have come. Some people would’ve turned and gone the other way. Maybe that was the right thing to do, was that the brave thing? Were you being a coward by rooting to the spot and not being able to speak a word?

He looks at you, then behind you somewhere, then back into your eyes and his gaze sinks so far into yours, you think you might just cry there and then.

“Dooo you want to come in?” He sounds apprehensive, he probably thinks you are too, but all you want to do is be back in his apartment just like three weeks ago, touching him, talking to him unhinged, perhaps feeling the skin beneath his shirt where his heart lies, feeling if his heart has ached as yours has.

With blinking eyes that try not to glaze over, you nod, short and curt, and you miss the puff of air his mouth rings out with relief. 

He dashes away once you’re past the threshold, scampering around as if to distract you from the surrounding environment - it’s dusty, too cold and dark with the way the curtains shut out summer light and you barely recognise his floor as wood with the way food scatters and clothes are strewn.  Small shards of light reflect from out of the study and your eyes naturally draw there only to find a mess, door open just enough for the hoard of half-finished painting and wasted canvas’ to come into view. The door is closed by Taehyung like he knew where your gaze would lead you.

“I-I’m fucking sorry about this, it’s gross and it’s messy and i-”

“It’s just like mine.” The corners of your mouth turn up sympathetically but also because you’re relieved he’s not okay. It’s awful to say but heartache has clearly done a job on him too and for that you’re relieved. “Don’t worry, it’s just fine.”

“Just fine,” he mutters under his breath with a half-laugh. 

You’re still stood stuck to the doormat, jacket hanging tightly to you like a defence mechanism and your hands remain tight to your sides. When his eyes find yours, you seize up further like it’s the first time he’d ever seen you.

---

You’d told Janice one too many times for this situation to be coincidence. You may or may not have told her you were a sucker for exhibitionism. She’d found it all shits and giggles until the art class she headed entered into ‘naked form’ week and it was too good of an opportunity to pass by. 

So the robe drops and you’re way too aware of the last time you shaved - you think you’d be prepared, but pair a hangover with a 7:30 start and bodily care wasn’t the first thought to come to mind.

Janice gives off a flow of instructions, pointing to your body like you were a cow on show, and telling the artists to ‘admire her form, the way her body dips and flows and let you brush or pencil do the responding as though her body was talking to you’ - you almost scoff aloud at her waffle because art is so full of shit.

Exhibitionism kink or not, you’re thirty minutes in and the way your hip cramps and you eyelids lower, there is nothing alluring or desirable about this. 

But then the door on the far wall swings open all too harshly for your eyes to feign jolting away. And they blow out further when they’re met with the masculine figure uttering apologies and skidding halfway from door to seat with his urgency.

‘Just women’ she said. ‘Nothing to be worried about,’ she said. It ruined the whole ‘i like being stared at by fit men’ at first but then put you a little at ease that some 70 year old man, trying to spice up his last years of life with a too expensive art course, wouldn’t be staring your tits down. 

Yet here you were, with a man with eyes too beautiful to be tarnished by the view in front of him, gazing in shock at your naked body.

“Mr. Kim, it’s nude form week. Guessing you didn’t get the email?”

You only have your imagination for what his voice must sound like because he only shakes his head, throat too dried and scorched from you laid out, baring it all in front of him for him to say anything.

But your imagination didn’t do justice in those two hours of torture. Because his voice telling you he’s ‘sorry for interrupting the session’ and even ‘sorrier for being so unworthy of staring at something so beautiful’. 

You’d always hated cringe. But cringe never sounded so good when it was spun off Taehyung’s silk tongue.

---

“Can I get you anything?” 

It’s him who breaks the silence, and it’s a godsend because you were two seconds away from spinning on your heel and cowering out of the entire thing.

“N-no. Thank you, Tae.” 

He groans at the timidity of how you say his name and nickname at that.

And silence soaks the atmosphere again, tenser this time because greetings have been uttered, drinks offered and there’s nothing more to say that unspoken words of the past.

That’s what you thought you were here to do at least. To tell him you’re sorry, first and foremost, because you’d never intend to break a soul as tender-hearted as his. Then you were supposed to tell him that you loved him, and you would always love him, and that sacrifice must be made for the greater good.

Jungkook had told you that once. But he’d said Taehyung must be the one sacrificed and you should be the one salvaged - until you realised there was no greater good in that situation, no salvation to be had.

“I’ll sacrifice myself,” words come out loud and unexpected as your train of thought is voiced. They’re too loud also, and they break the atmosphere to his shock, so his brow furrows like he doesn’t understand. “I- I will sacrifice myself for you.”

His face falls and you can’t bear the way his words stutter and his throat fills with a choked cry, as though he’d held it in as soon as your presence had hit him. It must have done the same to you because your body befalls you and tears and on the floor as you work your feet towards where he is rooted.

“I can’t ask that of you. You know I can’t do that,” he closes his eyes when your  body meets his, hands firm on his cheeks because they’re wet with tears and his shoulders are hunched in pain, “please.”

“Please.” You reciprocate. 

This is it for you. You’ll do anything for this quivering shell in front of you. You’ll plead. You’ll beg. You’ll give up your livelihood and every mantra you have ever told yourself about self-preservation because fuck it, some things are too good that you have to lose yourself in them. 

“You- I-”

“I’m- I might not be ready for kids now. I will though. If that’s what it takes. Fuck it I’ll marry you tomorrow.”

He chokes on a sob when his eyes meet your pleading ones and a quick hand wipes the stains from his cheeks so he can see every expression you give to him - untainted and full of love.

“We can take our time over this or we can have it all at once, but it has to be we. I’ll really do it for you, I have to Tae,” another sob and a whimper, “isn’t that what we’re here for. Kids.” You’re babbling now in a frenzied expression of all you have to give, and you’re so lost in his eyes that you laugh out, “‘be fruitiful and multiply or some shit.’ I’ll do it, I swear to you.”

“You’re not even Christian.”

“I would be if you told me to.”

“Fuck.”

He kisses you quick and without care, wanting to feel everything you have to give him like it’s what keeps his heart beating - and it’s beating fast because you finally find fingertips under his shirt and against the pounding that intensifies underneath.

He grapples at your hair, then waist, then hair again because his hands can’t decide on what he wants most. So you grab at them yourself and intertwine fingers as though he’d never left you. Each knuckle deserves a kiss and that’s what you give when your lips part.

“I’m so sorry-” you keep kissing across his hand, “I ever left,” and bring his hands to your neck, “never again.”

The tears subside in his eyes as they do yours. There is still relief, hot and painful inside your stomach because you have come back to him and he has taken you back, as if there were never to be anything but the two of you as one, yet now he finds your lips in something that claims more than just love. Possession. He has to know you’re his.

You were correct when you thought his room would be as sorrowful as yours - heartache as painful as what you had felt. 

Food containers stripe the floor dirty. Towels strewn and clothes dirty and forgotten. Again the blinds are closed as though you’re not here at 5 in the afternoon when the sun begins to fall into the red and purple hues of evening. 

But the blinds leave enough of a gap that his face is haloed, angelic and all too beautiful for your eyes to feign staring when your mouth departs his. Eyes glow amber and skin glows golden and you never want to look away, not from him, not now.

“You really want this don’t you.” There’s no question to the way Tae speaks. Instead, it’s disbelieving, like he can’t quite fathom that it’s really your shirt he has under his fingertips and your smell that lingers under his nose. Heartbreak had slowed his heart enough that it’s beating too fast for him to keep up with, so he slows it down.

“I really want this- You. I really want you.”

“And everything that comes with me? You’re sure?”

It’s a loaded question but at this point it is so light on your shoulders you laugh, grabbing and pulling up his shirt so you can sink lips to his chest, trying to find the beat of a heart somewhere there. 

“You act like you’re a chore, Tae.” You’re eyes soften when he still looks like you like he’s young and vulnerable. “Baby, I am so sorry I ever did this to you. Left. And made you feel like that.” 

Your hands map his skin delicately and you preserve how it feels because you hope, but never know, if you’ll feel it again.

“Never again, yeh?”

“Yeah.”

Clothes are shed until he looks at your naked body like the art that he first saw it as. He wants to paint it, remember it and cherish it as though he’s never seen it before. Every scar and blemish, precious to his vision, but the painting would only be worth it to him because he’s all who gets to see you.

“You’re not gonna turn off the lights?” 

Something that you’d told him was a habit of yours. Maybe something, a subconscious body image thing that was another way of saying, ‘I can’t give my whole self to you, I’m sorry’. He’d ran with it as though it didn’t hurt his pride. But now, as you push him down on his bed and clamber over his thighs, he’s so grateful he never got to see you in this light, because he loves it all the more now.

Fingertips tremble over your thighs when your hips find his, naked crotch so close to where he throbs. 

“Tae,” his eyes don’t meet yours, pieced, instead, onto where your bodies are so close to meeting like his gaze can fuse them together. “Tae, it’s me. Relax.”

Purposefully, your hands find his hair and coax him into a state of submissiveness, because his body still quaked underneath you no matter the words you uttered. 

You can’t lie when you say sex was a factor in your relationship you had missed. There was a heartfelt bond that went deeper than sex.

Admittedly the flatmate before Tae, the friends before the boyfriend and your parents who knew you better than you admitted to yourself had all said you were sex before substance. Some hated you for it and some laughed. Some said, ‘I wish I could be as emotionally detached as you’ and some thought you were the local gal whoring about like bodies were meant to be used. Then, somehow, Tae flipped the whole thing on its head. Made you feel butterflies before orgasm and it had you spellbound. 

So, no. Sex wasn’t it for you when you were with him. 

Yet, here you were, over your man gleaming with the physical sweat of want and need as well as the even more apparent glow of how his body lit up for only you.

“How do you want me Tae, what can I give you?”

“Fuck.” His hands fall over his eyes, not comprehending that you’re his and you’re this plaint. No, he wants you to take over him. “Anything, baby. Fuck. Anything.”

Instantly nails brush over the hardness that had been laid out under your folds obediently since you’d found yourself on top of his crotch.

A man could only control himself so much and immediately Tae found his dick twitching and his hips leaving the mattress in favour of chasing your hand.

“Y/N, I really don’t know if I’ve got it in me for teasing, I’m so horny I could cum!”

Well then.

The outburst has you struggling to fight off a laugh because he seriously is that desperate. Not the laughing kind either. The all-bearing, stripped clean and pleading kind of desperate.

So, you sympathise and let your lips find his, hand still trailing lightly so he doesn’t cum early, but enough for the need to remain.

“You wanna be inside me Tae?” His tongue is on yours yet the words are clear. 

“Urgh, fuck, please.”

Your eyes peer between your bodies, mapping where his muscles, tight with restrictions, create a V-shape down to the very distinct outline of a red hard cock. You think it’s photograph worthy in the moment, something worth slipping the camera out for, and if you hadn’t kept his dick pics from months ago maybe you would. But:

“Please baby, -need it.”

You deny yourself the simple pleasure of slipping him in because Tae whining and pleading is something worthy for the spank bank. You drop lower down the bed so his hips meet your eyes and the skin glistens so beautifully in this light you have to leave his dick untouched just so you can kiss around the area. 

His stomach, thighs, crotch, they see it all, lips and tongue mapping bold strokes because he tastes just as you remember and you want to savour it.

“Y/N ple- oh fuck,” and the taste of his dick beats anything that preceded it, let alone the noise that came with it. 

His tip is taken care of first, small licks and stripes with your tongue, so he’s unsuspecting when you choke him whole.

“FUCK.” 

Hands grab your hair violently. He’s deep and hits the back of your throat so you choke, unashamed of the noise. You’re past that and you know he likes it anyways. 

You set a rhythm, and it soon becomes clear he’s going to cum from it and that you very much want him to. Your hand finds his balls to fuel the process and the other one snakes to your core because there’s nothing that beats Tae’s moans when he’s getting a good sucking. 

“I- Fuck Y/N, I can’t- Shit!”

He’s close. Stomach seizing and balls throbbing in your palm so you sink back down again and take the choke like you want it and you want his cum more. It’s fast from there.

“Love you. I’m cum- Fuckkkkk,” salt and warmth line your throat, but only for a short while because he came quick. His hips stutter a few times and your eyes water when you continue to take it. 

Then it’s cold and silent. Yet somehow you feel buzzed. Like someone cumming down your throat was enjoyable. Like you’d do it a thousand times over if it meant he’d say he loved you again.

The hands that had once set deep into your scalp and verged on making you horny now pulled at your cheeks to lift you to eye level. 

He’s sweaty and a mess. 

“You’re sweaty and a mess baby.” 

His laugh is unfiltered, wholesome and worthy of the way your heart stutters.

“Because someone’s got a mouth on them sent from the gods.”

Blush overtakes your cheeks, whilst your stomach tumbles over at the fact that your blowjob skills are up to scratch - you thought a month off might have done something to your ability but clearly, you’re still on point. The bitter taste in your mouth tells you enough. 

“What’ve I done to deserve you coming back.”

Sincerity returns into his eyes as well as his words, and somehow you feel his dick twitch again from underneath you. He’s so soft under your hands so you keep feeling at his skin to reassure you he’s real.

“Nothing. You’re enough. You’re it.”

You kiss and kiss again, keep going until the fire ignites in him once more where it still flamed for you.

“Please.”

His voice is low no matter how much he whines so a guiding hand slips him into where you’re filthily wet. And he’s huge despite seed already spilt. He’s loaded like it was meant for you and not your mouth, throbbing enough so your pussy can feel it.

And suddenly you realise it’s bare. Complete bare. As in, bare enough that you are willing to take on a child kind of bare.

His eyes tell the story when yours find his, wide and curious. They roll back into whites when you pull up fully and then sink back down, milking him for all he has so he knows this is your full intention. Naked in every sense.

“Shit, Tae.”

“Fuckkkkk,” he doesn’t swear often, but sex is a must and the quirk of your lips tells him just how much you like him losing himself in pleasure.

He hits deep from here, cock lodged far in and even further when he begins to take control. 

His feet plant and his hands pull you down so skin flushes to skin and he can pump up into you with unadulterated need. 

Your teeth have to clamp onto his shoulder with the way he hits your cervix, it’s uncomfortable yet you love it. That kind of sex where everything is so fulfilling that you just can’t mutter ‘stop’. How could you say such a thing anyway when he’s groaning that he loves you with every upbeat.

It hits good once. Twice.

“Tae, fuck. There.”

Three times. 

“Here?”

Again.

“Oh my fuc- Fuckkk,” and there’s nothing you can do when you’re so stimulated you tumble deep and hard onto him and continue to do over and over in waves. 

He’s finding his end in the way your pussy grips him. 

“Baby. Y/N, Cunt so good, jesus.”

You’re burning when he’s going so fast the headboard bangs louder than your moans. So your hand quickly finds his balls underneath you and that does him, unravels him to the point he quakes.

“Holy- Love you. Love you. Fuck. Love you.”

Your ears might ring but that’s all you hear for the next minute. His mantra that keeps his lust alive until his love is so set in stone the words are not needed. 

Your hand, winding into his hair and the thrum of your heart against his tells him enough.

It’s this. Silence and tranquillity yet with the constant buzz of electricity all around you.

You’re still there entangled, limbs on limbs and lights touches on bare skin as the slither of light through the blinds turns ruby red in the heat of sunset.

You know his eyes must glow golden from where the sun angles on his face so you can’t help but spare a glance. And you’re right when you imagined it as beautiful because the sun bathes him like it was meant to. 

He’s still awake because his eyes flutter when you trail the outside of your fingers down his cheek and then onto his lips. It’s even more apparent when he brings his hand up to yours so he can kiss each knuckle individually.

“You came inside.”

It weighed heavy on you, the obvious factor that had happened earlier. And before allowing the beauty of the moment to settle in you had to see his expression when you mentioned it.

Yet there’s nothing but closed eyes and the slight smile that had been painted on his lips since you’d told him how much you wanted him.

“Mmm.”

“And you’re okay with that?” It’s not harsh, just a question from you. A security query because you have to know what this was for him. Caught up in the moment or something deeper?

His eyes bolt open at the question though.

“Are you?”

You almost have to think. Almost.

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“And so am I.”

The Check Up │ kth

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“Thank you,” the nurse, Rose, kindly smiles at you, taking the clipboard with the form you have just spent 10 minutes filling out, from your hands, “if you would just take as seat over there, I will come and get you in just a few minutes.”

“Perfect,” you reply and walk to the waiting area.

You take a seat in one of the empty chairs closest to the open windows that show a view of the lawn at the back of the building. It’s hot outside today, and the gentle breeze coming through the open space is a feeling you welcome! It cools you down and helps you relax further into the chair.

You always feel nervous to go to the gynecologist. And even though you have had the same doctor since the first time you ever went, you still get nervous.

You hate having to go to the gynecologist! It is not exactly the most comfortable position to be in; with your feet in the stirrups and your entire vagina on show for a stranger to look at and probe around in.

But you have to. You need to get a new prescription for your birth control pills and your doctor, Dr. Lui, mentioned that it would be a good idea to examine you first, since it has been awhile since your last appointment.

Desperately, you wanted to decline when she first made the suggestion, but deep down you knew she was right. You needed to get examined and better to get it over with than to keep putting it off for months like you knew you would in the end. Also, had you said no, she probably would not have given you a new prescription, and you need your birth control pills to keep you period pains at a somewhat tolerant level.

Also, you have slowly been going steady with the most drop dead gorgeous guy for the past few months, and if everything goes according to plan, you might end up needing the pills for an entirely different reason… wink wink.

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Paris | kth

main pairing : ex-husband!taehyung x reader

genre : angst, smut, fluff

warnings : fingering, protected sex, praise, creampie, cursing, body worship 

words : 4,604

summary : Two years after your divorce, you went back to Paris, the city that you and your ex-husband adored. This time around you were with your friend that wanted badly to visit this wonderful city. But while visiting the Louvre with your friend, you unexpectedly meet your ex.

author’s note : Hi loves, i am so sorry to post this a bit later than it was supposed to but here it goes. I put my entire heart on this and I have never loved so much writing something. Bringing my passion for arts and Paris in one shot feels good and it just feels right that it is with Taehyung. This might have some mistakes but I still need to review it and correct the mistakes. Thanks for your patience ! Enjoy the one shot !  

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Paris. 

Five years ago, after your wonderful honeymoon in Costa Rica, you went to Paris for a trip of a week. It was a city that you and your ex-husband loved so much and you would always go there when you had the opportunity. 

But three years after your wonderful wedding, you divorced. Things got pretty hard between you two and the divorce became quite an obvious solution to end all your problems. After that it was kind of hard to live alone again, you were used to be with someone even though it was hard to live with that person. 

Though, the hardest part came after when you find out that he found someone else just some weeks after. Knowing that he had so easily moved on devastated you and you felt like he never truly loved you all those years. 

Now, two years later, you feel so much better and you have turned the page. He’s part of your past and he made you happy for a while. 

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‧✧̣̇‧ The Art of Hating You

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: one bed situation au, one sided enemies to lover aus, smut, fluff, angst.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: jealousy, I mean it the jealousy in this bitch Is crazy, YN is seriously a bitch to Tae, cussing, alcohol, smut; unprotected sex, cream pie, begging, dirty talk, monster cock Tae, Rough sex, rough mouth fucking, clit biting, orgasm denial, dom!tae, restrained during sex?? Queen of Bratty subs reader, tae bends the fuck outta YN.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: You hated Kim Taehyung with a passion. You don’t know why, you just know that you hated everything about him, his smile, the way he laughed, his gorgeous face, the way he was so friendly to everyone. You find out he was also invited to Jimins birthday vacation, you tried to avoid him but somehow Jimin mixed up the rooms so now you and Taehyung shared a room. Oh and there’s only one bed, what could possibly happen?

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 7.4K

A/n: I’m unashamedly begging for feedback <3 this one was my biggest worry to post so reassurance would be nice🫶🏽

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Park Jimin was, in your own words, stupidly rich. It’s almost like he didn’t know what to do with his own money, except on his birthday of course. That’s when he pulled out all the stops. This year he planned a week-long birthday bash during spring break, Jiminchella he called it. He reserved the hotel and private plane his father owned, all so his friends could enjoy his favorite holiday.

Of course you said you’d go, everything was paid for plus, no Kim Taehyung. He was going to be at his girlfriend's beach house for the week, so you rejoiced since he was the very thorn on your side that just won’t leave you alone. You were too excited for this vacation. You packed days early and had a whole spa day so you would be glowing. You were ready to have the best vacation of your life.

When you arrived everything was taken care of. Your luggage was taken to your room and the poolside was sunny and ready for you. You thanked yourself for having your bikini under your clothes already, so now you can enjoy your time, basking in the sun. You were barely there for a couple hours and you were already having the time of your life.

But all your good feelings were tragically ruined when you spotted the familiar curly bunch of hair in the corner of your eyes. You ignored it hoping, praying, begging that it wasn’t him.

But then you saw his obnoxious blue Hawaiian shirt and your blood ran cold.

No it can’t be.

Please god, don’t let it be him.

That is not Kim Taehyung.

But it was in fact Kim Taehyung. You groaned, wiggling in your chair like a child who just got told no.

What was he doing here?!?

And why was he coming over here?

Taehyung has two drinks with him which you assume one's for you but you don’t care for his kind gesture. You’re just mad that he’s here and ruining your vacation.

He goofily stands in front of you, trying to hand you a drink.

“What the heck are you doing here?” You grunted as Taehyung motioned for you to grab the drink but oh no, not on your watch, you won’t accept anything from him even though you absolutely loved pina coladas.

“Jimin invited me.” Taehyung smiled, and shrugged before he started sipping on his drink leaving yours on the bar counter.

He watched you fold your arms across your chest like the very brat you were. Taehyung smirked, thinking that he really wants to see if you’re this bratty in other situations.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? He’s my best friend.”

You groaned,” I know but I mean weren’t you going to go to your girlfriend's family beach house or something?”

“What?”

You scoffed, now he was just playing with you, he wanted to rile you up,” what are you? stupid? Your girlfriend! You were supposed to go to your girlfriend's beach house!”

Taehyung smirked, he had no girlfriend. He was invited to go to his friend’s beach house but ultimately chose not to. The way you seemed so annoyed bringing her up made his heart race with an icy feeling that he finds only you were ever capable of making him feel. Taehyung leans closer to you, so close you could smell the sweet sappy scent of his drink laced into his breath. It tickled your neck and raised the hairs on your arms, you sat frozen never having felt this tingly before.

“Oh? Is precious y/n keeping tabs on little ol’ me? How sweet.”

“I’m not!“ You blushed, finally moving away from him before he got too close. Taehyung sipped on his drink before clicking his tongue and cooing at your adorable pout.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous sweetheart.”

“Jealous?!? Of what?!”

“Of my nonexistent girlfriend.” He smirked,” I’d much rather be here with you anyways so don’t worry baby I’m all yours.”

Taehyung winked and you felt something in you snap.

Your patience maybe.

“Shut up Kim Taehyung!” You shot up from your chair and grabbed the drink he brought, your cheeks were heavy with blush and your chest spinning with annoyance,”Why would I be jealous?!? Who would want to date a big headed weirdo like you anyways! Now leave me alone!”

You turned on your heels and walked off, drink in hand because you weren’t one to let a free drink go to waste.

Even if it was from your worst nightmare.

Maybe you were being an asshole, but you just couldn‘t stand Kim Taehyung. Something about him made you cringe and shutter, maybe it was his smile or the fact that he was always so happy and giddy around you, clumsy even. He would never act normal and it made your skin prickle with hatred for the poor man.

He was also insanely hot which angers you even more. How dare God make him so hot? What was the reason? Just to piss you off?

It was definitely working because you felt your blood boil as you watched Taehyung flirt with a girl in a skimpy bikini. Completely forgetting that you called him a weirdo just a second ago.

Who was she even?

She’s not even that cute.

You crossed your arms laying back down in the tanning chair. You just needed to relax, soak up some sun and forget the son of a bitch who makes it his life mission to torture you. You sighed, snuggling up in your chair, at the tip of relaxation. Any second now you’d feel completely cool and calm.

But then something big covered the beautiful warm sun from hitting you. Interrupting your state of relaxation. You prayed, again, that it wasn’t Taehyung, but God made sure you knew you were not Gods favorite.

“Want me to put sunscreen on you sweetheart?” Taehyung cooed, hoping to get on your good side, but nothing could get this caveman on your good side.

Not even his cute smile.

“I don’t want your slimy hands on me Kim Taehyung,” You kept your eyes closed,” now move you’re in the way of my sun.”

Taehyung bit his lip before pulling up a chair next to you,” you can just call me Taehyung you know, taetae is okay too.”

“There’s lots of things I want to call you but TaeTae isn’t one of them.”

Taehyung relaxed in his chair, he found you so undeniably sexy and he had the nastiest urge to put you in your place.

“We’ll see about that now won’t we?” Taehyung licks his lips as his eyes dance all over your body. He took in every curve and mark, memorizing it for his own lewd dreams.

He was too excited for tonight, when you’d find out just who your roommate was going to be. He just hoped you won’t be too upset.

You open one eye to see if Taehyung left since he was oddly quiet but there he was, laying back, shirt off and thrown on his lap very badly hiding the massive tent that was there. You shook your head, you won’t let your love for monster cocks catch you off guard. You don’t care how delicious it looked in his pants. You won’t slip up, no matter how badly you wanted it to destroy you, especially because this one was owned by the very man you despise.

The same man whose body was making you tremble. His tan skin looked almost golden under the sun, a little dewey from his sweat but your primal instincts wanted you to lick off each drop of sweat from his body.

You need to get laid.

You huffed causing Taehyung to open one eye to glance at you.

“You want some sunscreen now?” He said in a serious tone which upset you because how dare he try to be so caring?

He barely knows you.

You shutter and turn your head to ignore him again. This time though, he sighs and gets up from his chair. You sneakily watch him leave, his broad shoulders and tiny waist make your mouth water.

Why does he have to be so sexy?

You’re upset again and act like the lonely feeling in your chest was one of victory. Taehyung never actually did anything to you. He just existed but you felt like that was cause enough for you to hate him. His stupid smile and his gorgeous eyes sometimes met you in your dreams, glowing just for you.

But you hated it. You hated thinking about him and the weird stupid feelings you got when you did.

“Stupid Taehyung.” You grumbled when you saw him walking to sit prettily next to Jimin at the bar, unashamedly staring back at you.

Jimin was Taehyungs best friend since kindergarten. Bros until death do them part. He prided himself in the fact that Taehyung looked to him for advice or help when it came to his love life.

And he would be proud right now, except Taehyung asked him to do something that he knew would get him in a lot of trouble with you. He hated that he couldn’t say no to Taehyung when he really wanted to because Jimin does not want to deal with the flame of anger that is you.

“You owe me so bad, she’s going to absolutely tear my ass open.” Jimin rubbed his face as Taehyung watched you with those stupid lovey dovey eyes that Jimin knows, makes Taehyung do the absolute most for the person he’s smitten for.

“Yea yea whatever.” Taehyung waved him off, you weren’t so scary.

You may act tough but Taehyung knows better, he knows how sweet and warmhearted you are.

Of course not to him, but he’s seen you give your freshly bought sandwich to a homeless man and then run inside to buy him a drink. He’s heard you console a friend who had been broken up with and Taehyung thinks you were an Angel with the kindest heart he’s ever known.

Except once you saw him you turned into a demon that demanded to know why he was even looking at you. It was like he was the bane of your existence. But Taehyung saw this as an opportunity, he wanted to get you alone and finally find out why you hated him so much. He wasn’t going to force you to stay with him, he made sure Jimin had an extra room just in case but it tore him apart knowing that the girl he loved hated him.

And for no reason whatsoever.

Taehyung stared at you and stopped himself from going to ask a third time if you wanted sunscreen. He just wanted to touch you and be near you, he wanted to press his fingertips against the flesh of your thighs. He wanted to feel your collarbones, and feel the way your breasts feel against his hands.

“She’s going to fuck you up Taehyung,” Jimin reminded him, breaking his train of thoughts,” you’re so dead.”

“I know,” Taehyung smirked,” I can’t wait.”

You didn’t see Taehyung for the rest of the evening. You rejoiced and used the massage coupon that Jimin had so graciously gifted you because he claimed you were his best friend and he needed you calm and relaxed for the big party. After your massage you basically glided to your room, head empty and body numb from the deep state of relaxation you were just in. You opened the door and saw the lights were turned on.

No biggie, they might have turned on by themselves.

You walked in and dropped your towel on a chair to start taking your tshirt off not noticing the man that was laying on the bed, watching Tv, patiently waiting for the mess that was going to ensue.

“Hi sweetheart.”

You shrieked, hiding your bikini even though he saw you in it a couple of hours ago.

“What the hell are you doing here?!?” You yelled, but Taehyung was unphased. He smirked, eyeing your body that looked even better in this lighting.

“This is my room.”

“Oh hell no.” Your stare made the ache in Taehyungs heart hurt no less than before.

But he pushed through with a greasy smile.

“Oh hell yes.”

“This must be a mistake,” You gathered your towel and your bags that you just now realized were already inside the room,” wait how-“

“Come sit YN~ let’s watch a movie together.” Taehyung patted the bed next to him and that’s when you again just realized that there was only one bed.

One bed.

One big comfy bed.

You felt anger burst from your toes ripping ever seem in your body until it reached your head.

“Get out.”

“Nope.”

“Get out! You big-” you huffed,” you big stupid monkey! This is MY room! See how there’s only one bed?”

“Yea we're supposed to share sweetheart,” Taehyung again patted the empty spot next to him,” promise I won’t bite,” he smirked,” unless you want me to, then I’ll bite you all over baby.”

Taehyung winked and you felt like a volcano burst in your chest, hot angry lava squeezing out of you.

But instead of yelling you closed your eyes and turned around.

“I’m going home.” It was the only solution since you knew Park Jimin had this entire hotel booked.

“Wait YN! I was kidding,” Taehyung shot up from the bed, almost tripping on the blankets so he could get to you, his eyes wide and anxious,” I went too far! I’m sorry- y/n-“

You ignore him and gathered your luggage, you were oddly calm on the outside but on the inside you wanted to kick and scream.

“Y/n please don’t go,” Taehyung grabs the luggage from your hands, forgetting that he was the stronger one from you both,” please don’t go.”

You looked at him, pouty and heart racing. You don’t say anything but you let him talk.

“I promise I won’t be weird, you can have the bigger pillows and- and- I’ll get up early to get breakfast for you tomorrow.” He pleaded, he really didn’t want you to leave.

And something in you didn’t actually want to leave.

“Please stay? Jimin would be really sad that you’re leaving- we- you’re going to miss the pottery class..” His voice trailed as he internally cursed himself for pushing you too far.

“…how’d you know about the pottery class?” You asked since Jimin had multiple events planned his guests could do and Taehyung seemed to know about the one you were most excited about.

“I- I just figured, since you like art and stuff,” Taehyung lied through his teeth, he won’t tell you that he suggested it to Jimin just for you,” you won’t want to miss the big party either.”

Something about the way he spoke to you made you ease up just a little. You looked into his eyes and felt calmer, maybe it was just a mistake. Shit happens, Jimin might have messed up but Taehyungs right he’d be sad if you left now. Plus you would miss pottery night and you really didn’t want to do that. You sighed loudly before letting him take your luggage,” I get the side next to the ac.”

Taehyung smiles and wants to hug and kiss you but goes against his heart's wishes since he’s already been pushing his luck with you. He’s decided to let you do your own thing but it got harder to not bother you after you came back from taking a shower. The air was thick and silent, adding pressure to the weight in his heart. You wore these tiny shorts and button up pj shirt that made him want to rip them off of you, especially since he can tell you had no bra under. The way you breasts seemed extra pillowy and bouncy, you definitely had no bra on and he wanted to shove his face in them and suffocate on their taste. Taehyung wonders if you had any panties on either. He couldn’t help but feel so lustful for you, you just looked so sexy brushing your teeth while watching Diners, Drive Ins and Dives.

Aside from making his cock harder with each sound you made, his heart beat like a drum in a marching band. You seemed calm and okay with his presence so maybe now was his chance to finally ask you why you hated him so much. He waits for you to finish your night time routine, when you snuggle under the blankets, right next to him. His fingertips felt numb from tapping them along the bed sheets, his heart welled in his chest but he had to do it.

Do it.

Ask her.

Taehyung turns the tv off making you grunt and look back at him but his eyes avoid yours,“Yn why do you hate me?” Taehyungs voice is low and calm, like he’s been practicing this same question for days now.

He catches you off guard since you didn’t expect him to ask.

“You act all goofy, it’s- it’s annoying,” you whispered, causing him to laugh, not chuckle or giggle but a hearty laugh that has you blushing.

“Why- Why is that funny?”

“Seriously because I act goofy?” He chuckled.

“Yea?”

“Do you know why I act goofy?”

“Because you’re annoying?” You snorted, wasn’t it obvious?

“No silly, I act goofy because you make me nervous.” Taehyung explains hoping you’d get why.

“Why?”

Okay. You obviously didn’t get why. He takes a deep breath before looking right into your eyes, the brown swirls of your irises make him want to get lost in the sweet aura of them.

“Because I like you YN.”

“What?”

“I like you. I have a big fat nasty crush on you.”

You stayed silent, mouth open and heart racing. You didn’t know how to respond so you decided not to.

“I’m going to sleep now! Stay on your side.”

You swiftly moved under the blankets, hiding from his confession. You didn’t feel him move but you felt his eyes on you, making guilt sweep through your body. You finally heard him sigh, which broke your heart, but then he laid down turning the lights off before whispering a sad’ Good night.’

You tried to sleep but aside from the ache in your heart, Taehyung just wouldn‘t stop moving and sighing very loudly. You snap at him because you’re supposed to be up and early tomorrow for a shopping spree, courtesy of Jimins mother.

“Oh my god Taehyung go to sleep!”

“I can’t.” Taehyung muttered and you hear the heartbreak across your mountain of pillows.

“Just close your eyes!” You suggested but you knew he had them closed, you just wanted him to shut up.

“I am,” Taehyung slowly says and each word is like an arrow into your heart,” but I still can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can‘t stop thinking about you,” he sits up,” You totally broke my heart.”

You scoff and snuggle into your blankets to bury your feelings in them,“You’re being dramatic.”

“I just confessed to you and instead of kissing me you go to sleep. I get to be dramatic-“

You quickly sit up, almost offended that he expected a kiss,“Why would I kiss you?!?”

But the next few words he speaks drive the steak right through your heart. Obliterating whatever was left of it.

“Because you like me too.”

“What?” He smirked and you wanted to smack that sexy smirk right off of his face,” You self absorbed asshole- what makes you so sure I like you?”

“I just know, you don’t actually hate me, I just make you feel things you don’t understand.”

Taehyung shrugs, he had you stunned again, how dare he imply that you like him. You feel called out, embarrassed that he’d read you so easily.

No way.

Impossible.

You hate him.

But he does make your heart race a little?

And you do like the way he smiles.

What did he do to you anyways?

You racked your brain for even just a small memory of him doing something but nothing comes up. You try to sift through the reasons, but now they don’t seem so bad anymore.

They seem cute and justified.

Because he likes you.

You liked to win but you weren’t a sore loser, you could admit when you were wrong. Okay, you were a sore loser, you couldn’t admit it but Something about the way Taehyung was being vulnerable with you made you want to show him that side of you too.

“M-Maybe my anger was..misplaced,” You played with your thumb, pouting and avoiding his eyes,” maybe I don’t hate you like I thought, maybe it’s the opposite or whatever.”

You shrugged feeling a tremendous weight lifted off of your shoulders. You finally looked Taehyung in his eyes and you were not disappointed with his reaction. Taehyung was grinning from ear to ear, his ears red with love for you.

Taehyung took this opportunity to close the gap between you two, destroying the pillow wall that so cruelly separated you from him. His hands cupped your cheeks as his lips molded so beautifully against yours. Like a puzzle piece that finally found it’s missing half, a kiss that felt like a complete piece of art. Then you felt his tongue pressing against your lips, you savored his taste, you memorized the texture of him against you.

The kiss was a lot messier and hotter than planned, Taehyung takes it to the next level when he pushes you against the bed. His body so hotly on top of yours and hands pinning your arms above you so his mouth could peacefully paint a mosaic of hickies on your neck, you whined trying to grind up into him but his heavy hips stopped you from getting any friction.

“Taehyung,“You grunted when his teeth nipped just a little too hard.

Taehyung lifted his head and you saw his whole being change right in front of you. He was no longer going to be soft and so giving. Taehyung was going to teach you a lesson.

“Oh?” He smirked,” look at you, whining for me when just a second ago you were calling me an asshole. But now you want me?”

“Taehyung-“

“Do you think you can just get whatever you want so easily? Where’s the effort y/n? Where’s my apology? My confession?”

You groaned,” I confessed already!”

But Taehyung wanted a proper confession.

“Doesn’t count, apologize and tell me you love me.” Taehyung smirked, this would be your one chance for redemption, and it was tempting since his cock felt so heavy against your pussy that it made you want to renounce any feminism left in your body. But you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of an apology.

Not yet at least. You wanted to play just a little.

“Fuck you and your apology.” You spit out, smirking when Taehyungs smile turned sour.

Something tells you, you probably shouldn’t have said that but you couldn’t help it. It was in your nature.

Your heart and pussy waited for what he was going to do and you think you don’t have to wait long because Taehyung clicks his tongue in disappointment before getting up from his position to let go of your hands. He sits up on top of your thighs, and sinfully licks his lips while untying the strings of his sweats. His eyes hooded and dark with lust.

“You know what y/n?“ Taehyung spoke as his slender fingers pushed sweats and black Calvin Kleins down to reveal his thick aching cock. He strokes himself, grunting when you try to sit up.

But no, he was in charge right now, you weren’t going to have your way,” I’m going to give you one last chance. This time think about what you’re going to say sweetheart. Really think about it.”

You don’t think about it, you just let the words slip from your lips.

“Fuck you.”

Taehyungs had enough, he decided right then and there that he was going to ruin you. You deserved no mercy. He moves on top of your body so his cock now hovers your face. Taehyung smoothed his hand down his cock before growling out his command.

“Stick your fucking tongue out.” Taehyungs jaw

clenched as he messily rubbed his tip all over your lips, you looked up at him with hooded eyes before obediently opening your mouth to lewdly stick your tongue out for him. His dark expression quickly shut you up, but also excited you.

“Good girl.” Taehyung rested the head of his leaking cock on your outstretched tongue and slowly rocked against the warmth and wet of it. Spit gathered on the corners of your mouth, waiting to be collected by him.

“Take a deep breath.” Taehyung breathes out a moan before feeding more of his cock into your mouth. You close your eyes and huff, you've wanted to choke on him ever since you saw his bulge earlier.

You understood now, you didn’t want to just rip his dick off, you wanted to rip it off from coming on it so hard.

It all makes sense.

Taehyung doesn’t care if you’re ready for it or not, he reaches the back of your throat and you gag on him,”Baby, Ah, your fucking mouth-“

The feeling of your throat around him has his hips diving deeper into your mouth, fucking it softly for the time being.

He enjoys the way your hands claw at his ass, pulling him deeper into your mouth until your nose touches his skin. You gag repeatedly, brain begging you to do the sensible thing and take it out.

But a hot combination of his hitched moans, and the way he stutters your name makes you want him to live in your mouth. He fucks harder and a little faster like it wasn’t your mouth he was fucking. You breathe through your nose like you’re a pro but you love the way he suffocates you.

“You look so good gagging on my cock yn,” Taehyung moans and pulls out so you can breathe, you practically gasp for air but quickly lick the tip that he so lewdly smacks you with. Arousal shoots down your spine directly in your pussy, making it sticky and impatient,” you’re driving me crazy.” He whispers as his cock makes itself comfortable in your mouth again. His hand threads through your hair as he continued his harsh pace but Taehyung feels his edge coming at an alarming rate. Maybe it’s because its the added love in his bones but he pulls back, cooeing when he sees a string of saliva and precum connecting you two. It snaps against your lips and he wants to lick you clean.

Taehyung hastily removed himself from your chest to get rid of his clothes, excitement surges through your body so you wait patiently.

“You okay baby?” He asks when he sees you cleaning the corner of your mouth.

You nodded, feeling shy that you couldn’t take his cock like you wanted to. You wanted him in the deepest part of your throat but your gag reflex was your worst enemy.

“You did really good,” Taehyung lays on top of you once again to kiss the ghost of his love bites that bruised your neck ,”do you want your reward?”

“Y-Yes please.” Your voice was rough, making your blush harder than you already were. Taehyung harshly undresses you, ripping open your shirt to reveal that his suspicions were true, you had no bra underneath. He throws it somewhere you absolutely do not care for at the moment, you squealed when his hands yanked your panties off, nearly dragging you along with them. His lips quickly wrapped around your nipple, sucking on the bud so softly it contrasted to his other hand that pulled on one harshly. You whined but he doesn’t stop until your nipple is swollen and glossy with spit.

Taehyung slowly leaves kisses on every inch of your body until he reaches your pussy, it practically glowed with arousal. He placed sweet kisses around you, until his arm reached over to uncover your clit and wrap his lips around it. He didn’t give you the satisfaction of even just a tiny bit of suction, he just wanted to feel your clit on his lips.

You looked down at Taehyung, whining and silently begging him to do anything but you weren’t prepared for the soft, wet tongue on your clit. You gasped and arched your back, burying your fingers in his hair. He pulled back from your clit to nip and bruise his art on your thighs,” I’ll never get tired of this.”

Taehyung wet his lips before his jaw dropped open to lick your slit in one slow motion, you wanted to call him a pervert but he stopped the words from coming out of your mouth. You whined again pulling his curls to get him closer, deeper in you but his arms anchored you around his head as his plush lips wrapped around your clit once again but this time giving it the sweet suction it wanted.

You sighed before closing your eyes as Taehyung dived down to lap at your hole that was practically leaking. Taehyung feels like you haven’t learned your lesson though. You haven’t apologized or even told him that you felt the same way he feels for you. Taehyung wants you to yelp in pain, he wants you to push his head away from your glossy cunt so he cruelly pulls away from your pussy to very lightly bite down on your swollen clit. You do exactly what he wants and squeal from the pain, you're calling out to him asking him what he’s doing but he repeatedly bites down, dragging his teeth until the word ’stop’ sits on the tip of your tongue. And as you’re about to scream out, he suddenly pulls away from you. Taehyung settles on top of your body once again to kiss your swollen lips.

“What’d you do that for?” The tears on your eyes bring him satisfaction.

“I'm sorry baby you didn’t like that?” Taehyung kissed the tears that formed because of him.

“N-No.”

“I’ll make it up to you~” he cooed and traveled down your body once again to kiss your clit in apology. You winced in sensitivity but felt your edge a lot closer because of the pain.

“I’m- I‘m gonna cum Taehyung-“ You huffed, fisting the blankets when you feel his tongue softly lap at your clit. Your pussys pulsating, wanting its release, you’re so close, so close. You feel it glowing at the tips of your fingers.

But Taehyung feels you clenching around his tongue and that’s when he decided that he was done.

“Well that’s too bad isn’t it?” He smirked.

“Taehyung!” You pulled his hair so his face hovered over your very abused pussy but he pushed your hands off to crawl on top of your body to face you. His lips are shiny and puffy as he licks them clean, you whine when his tongue licks the underside of your jaw, over your lips and cheeks. Taehyung spreads your essence all over your face which makes your pussy glow with want for him.

You wanted more though, you feel like you deserve more. You’ve been good, you’ve been listening to him and not talking back.

So why isn’t he touching you?

You decided to risk it and guide his hand that’s on your hip, towards your pussy, swiftly moving his fingertips against your drenched folds,” feel how wet I am Taehyung.” You whisper hoping to convince him to touch you but he only scoffs.

“Ya I just made you that wet.”

You push one of his fingers to play with your clit, eyelashes fluttering to convince him more,” you can make it even wetter if you want.”

Taehyung clicks his tongue before nipping at the spot right under your ear.

“What a selfish, needy brat, trying to take something without giving back.” He scoffed,” I’m not fucking you until you admit that you like me.”

“Taehyung I can’t,” you whined, humping his hand that was between your legs,” it’s embarrassing.”

“Why?” His fingers teasingly rubbed circles around your clit, never giving you the pleasure you craved,” you weren’t shy about gagging on my cock but you can’t tell me about your feelings?”

You huffed against his neck, he was right but you felt your whole body blush just thinking about confessing your feelings.

Feelings. Yuck.

“Ilikeyou.” You quickly muttered, feeling satisfied with it you moved to kiss his puffy lips.

But he wasn’t having it. He wanted to hear you say it, he wanted to memorize the way the words sound coming from your beautiful pout, like a poem that swoons his heart.

“Nope,” he moved his head away,” Loud and Clear, exactly like how you were moaning my name earlier.”

Taehyung smirked, watching you with hooded eyes as you brought his hand from your pussy up to your mouth. You both stare at the string of your release connecting his fingers. You wanted him so bad, you needed him. Lust took over all of your senses so you didn’t think twice before licking all over his hand. The wet of your saliva replaced the wet that shined from your pussy, making him groan. Taehyung stared at your mouth, and the way you lightly sucked on his finger. His mouth agape and occasionally cursing from how good it felt.

“Fuck turn around,” Taehyung quickly lifted himself from your body leaving you cold and aching,” get on your knees.”

You do as he says, now believing that he won’t give you what you want unless you’re good. You wiggle your ass for him, hoping he’d just tear your pussy apart but Taehyung scoffs and slaps the flesh of your ass. It leaves a red mark of his hand and he gulps, but he won’t slap you a second time.

He spits on his cock and watches you reach behind you to spread your lips apart for him. Taehyungs tip hovers over your clenching entrance like a cute sort of kiss to you. He almost wants to giggle but your whine brings him back and he roughly thrusts the very tip inside. You wince but love the pain that gives you goosebumps. He slowly feeds you more, totally getting off on your moans and whines. He feels on top of the world right now, he’s dreamt of this moment for years and now here you were the woman of his dreams begging him to fuck you into oblivion.

Your clenching feels delicious on his cock, it leaves him speechless. He won’t speak if it means he gets to hear you wanting him. Taehyung pulls out just so his tip is in you but then suddenly rams his whole cock back inside. You have to hold on to the wall in front of you otherwise his thrusts would send you into a concussion.

“Is this what you want Y/n?”

“Yes! Oh fuck-“ you choked on your spit as Taehyung rammed into you, his pace hard and rough,” Taehyung oh my god-“

“You like it sweetheart? You like my cock?”

He hands gripped at your ass, nails digging into your cheeks.

“Tell me how much you like it, Y/n.”

The bed frame starts to smack into the wall but neither of you care. You only care about the feeling of his cock stretching you, making you see galaxies.

“Y/n,” Taehyung smacks your ass, this time with a heavier hand,” talk to me baby.”

“F-Fuck me,” you moaned as you arched your back so you can get that extra stretch from him,” Harder- please-“

Taehyung abruptly pulls out, you whine for the millionth time that night because you were so close and he just had to pull out now? He flips you over as his hands find the back of your thighs. He pushes them to your chest so your pussy was completely vulnerable to him. Taehyung thrusts his girthy cock back inside of you but this time your pussy is a lot more welcoming to him.

He’s a lot slower with his thrusts, but they were still hard and heavy. The sound of his cock hammering inside you brought a deep blush in his chest, he loved it more than he should. The slick noises and skin slapping against each other made him a lot hornier than he was already.

Taehyung feels impatient now, he wants to feel you cum around him. He wants to see your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

He needs it.

Taehyung towers over you so his cock hits deeper into you. His necklace dangling in front of you, moving back and forth but you're distracted by the finger on your clit that's smothered with his touch.

“Cum for me baby.” he whispers and you feel your orgasm rip you apart, spreading goosebumps all over your skin. It leaves you silently gasping, fingernails digging into his forearms to ground you.

“So fucking beautiful. Fuck!” Taehyung doesn’t stop his pace, instead he moves just a little bit faster. You’re numb from your orgasm but you feel his hips stuttering and fighting through your tight clenching.

“I’m gonna cum-“

You rub his arms and Taehyung falls on top of you, letting go of your thighs to wrap his arms around your body. He pulls you in closer, tits pressing on his chest and the cold of his necklace burns on your skin. You want him to cum in you, you almost needed it.

“Cum in me taetae.”

Taehyung chokes on his spit as he takes in the way his nickname rolled off of your tongue. His cock pulsates inside you,“Ah shit, fuck, baby-“

His cum feels warm and thick inside you, if you weren’t so damn tired you would be fidgeting from the weird feeling but you stay still, letting him fuck his cum inside you. He moans one last time before he makes sure to empty every last bit of cum inside you. He doesn’t want to pull out but he wants to see his creation. He wants to see the mess he made, the mess he made because of you. Taehyung catches his breath before holding himself up with shaky arms. He sits up, pulling his hips back as his cock hits his stomach with a wet smack. You whine from sensitivity, but you clench knowing what Taehyung wanted to see.

His cum drips out of you, and Taehyung intensely watches it. He licks his lips, very tempting to fasten his mouth back on your swollen pussy but doesn’t because he knew you’d fall asleep and he wanted you awake and noisy.

Taehyung does, however, kiss your clit before going to the bathroom and getting something to clean you with. He comes back and you wince when cleans the drops of cum from you.

You feel your heart swirl with love, maybe now is the perfect chance to give him what he wanted.

“Taehyung I’m sorry,” you sleepily whisper,” I love you.”

Your simple confession and apology was like a silver bullet, excruciatingly piercing his heart and absolutely killing him. He wants to clench his chest but he keeps cleaning you, kissing your sleepy pout.

“I love you too.” Taehyung finally says, with just a little bit of shakiness in his voice. He’s waited for this for so long but now he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Should he run to Jimin and tell him everything or keep you in his arms until you push him away? He decides cuddling you would be a better option. Besides Jimin is probably having in orgy back in his room and Taehyung would hate to interrupt.

A couple hours later, the sun wakes you up, you groan burying yourself in the warmth of your blankets. Your hand reaches out to Taehyung hoping he’d get the hint and squeeze you but you find the other side of the bed empty, no sign of him. You thought he might be in the shower but when you laid quietly the room was completely silent aside from the hum of the ac. Maybe it was a dream, you think, but the ache between your thighs and the bruises that cover your body were evidence that last night really did happen.

You fucked Kim Taehyung.

And you told him you loved him.

You squealed, completely embarrassed about last night but then you heard a tiny knock on the door and immediately the butterflies in your tummy fluttered all over. You felt nauseous, shaking with an emotion you used to mistake for hate but now know it was love. You groaned before getting up to open the door, you grabbed a robe that was courtesy of Jimins care package. You opened the door there he was balancing three plates filled with different food in his hands with the room key in his mouth. His heart swells and aches seeing you, his hickies on your neck and your pretty face puffy from sleep. Taehyung swiftly walks in before setting the plates on the desk inside. He kisses your cheek before fixing up breakfast.

You’re left to sit on the bed, questions floating inside your head. You figured you won’t get any answers unless you ask them.

“Taehyung what happens now?”

“What do you want to happen now?” Taehyung stopped setting up the plates so he can give you his undivided attention since he knew your mind must be going into overdrive with questions. He pushes you back so you’re laying down, he towers over you, hands on each side of your head. His necklace dangles in front of your face and you have to stop yourself from putting it in your mouth.

“I don’t know,” you huffed,” what do you want to happen?”

Taehyung chuckled, seeing you shy like this was giving him the biggest heart boner,” I want to be in a relationship with you.”

Your eyes grew wide, blush blooming from cheeks to your ears.

“Like…girlfriend and boyfriend?”

“Yes,” he pecks your glossy lips,” girlfriend and boyfriend.”

“That’s so embarrassing.” you whispered which made Taehyung chuckle because of how cute you were.

“Totally embarrassing.” He kissed you once again but this time didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss. His hands untie your bathrobe and you feel all tingly again.

You and Taehyung let your breakfast get cold because Taehyung decided that he’d rather be eating you but you weren’t going to miss the bottomless jimimosas that were promised for lunch. So you pushed Taehyung and his dangerous lips away from your swollen clit to get ready. You were nervous since everyone would ask why you both were gone. Everyone knew you hated Kim Taehyung, it was your brand.

You decided to pretend like nothing happened, maybe no one would even notice. You brushed it off and finished getting ready for Jimins lunch buffet.

No one will even notice.

Except they definitely did notice, everyone at the table stopped what they were doing just to gawk at you two. It was so obvious what had happened, and Taehyung, again, didn’t care to hide the obvious. He wanted to flaunt you, he wanted everyone to know that you are his now. He had his shirt halfway unbuttoned, showing off the artwork you left on him. You stood by Taehyung fidgeting and hoping no one would make a big deal but Taehyung never cared about what anyone thought so his fingers easily found yours and laced them together making you blush even harder than you were before. You didn’t push him away which made the scene even weirder to take in.

No one spoke but watched you follow Taehyung as he served your plate. You stayed close to him, feeling incredibly shy. Which was very, very uncharacteristic of you. Usually you’re a social butterfly but now you avoided everyone and even snuggled into Taehyungs side because they just kept staring. Taehyung noticed and kissed your pouty lips. You swore you heard a couple gasps and whispers. That’s when Taehyungs head snapped towards everyone, heart beating with annoyance.

“What?” Taehyung spoke to everyone at the table,”I can’t kiss my girlfriend in peace?”

Jimin chuckled, biting his lip since he expected you to be the one with the fiery response,” Kiss your girlfriend all you want taetae.”

Taehyung grinned and kissed your cheek with a greasy smile. You whined and nudged him off of you but you exhaled the anxious cloud that built up in your chest, you felt glad that everyone there accepted this change.

Yourself included.

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Stroke Game - KTH

Summary: Teasing Taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences.

Warnings: Grinding, Face fucking, one wittle cock slap but it's actually a tap, unprotected sex, creampie, dom! taehyung, teasing, blue balls.

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A/N: Idk something about this video on insta just.... uh anyway

Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about golf. So if anything is wrong please don’t read me for it! We all know none of us are here for the golfing.

There’s something about watching Taehyung golf that is indescribably attractive. Golf isn’t attractive, but watching as he sets up his stance for his stroke is. He has shorts on today, long tan legs spread and feet shuffling back and forth until he finds the perfect spot. His strong arms hold the golf club as he lines up his swing. And then he reaches all the way back, follows through, and the ball soars through the air. He has this cocky aura after he sees that it’s a good shot, and tosses his hair back. It’s growing longer, and the long black and wavy hair is a good look on him during the summer when he’s getting tanner. He looks nothing shy of gorgeous. 

You wait until you see Jimin stop recording for Tae’s instagram story before you call out, 

‘Nice job Taehyungie.’

He’s walking your way and shoots you a crooked smile,

‘You gonna try, jagi?’ You throw him a knowing glare and kick your leg out at him,

‘We both know golf isn’t my strong suit.’ You mutter

He catches your foot in his hands and quickly unties your shoelace, an ongoing battle between the two of you. He tries to walk closer to you but you press your foot flat against his stomach to stop him before whining,

‘I’m not any good Taehyungie, just leave me to ogle at you from over here.’ He laughs at this and manages to walk around your foot. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from your seat

‘I’ll help you come on.’ He tugs you toward the tee and hands you a club. You’re still glaring at him while he moves things around you. He pauses and smiles down at you and then gives you a small kiss followed by a sharp slap on the ass. Jimin cracks up from his seat and you roll your eyes at him

‘You’re next, Jiminie.’ And he mocks being scared at being forced to play golf again by Taehyung. Neither you nor Jimin were particularly interested in the sport, but you both love Taehyung, so you’re willing to entertain his hobby. For now.

Jin and Hobi are watching too, each of them taking turns as they please. Hoseok is less interested in golf than Jin and Taehyung, but he always brightens the mood by cracking jokes.

‘Let’s go, __!’ Hoseok yells and then promptly throws his legs over Jimin’s lap and his arms around his shoulders while aggressively rocking him back and forth. 

Taehyung brings your attention back to him, and places his hands on your hips,

‘Line your feet up with mine and make sure your stance is comfortable.’ He says quietly against your ear. His large hands are set on your hips, and he starts to slide them forward over your lower abdomen in an attempt to tease you,

‘I don’t think that area is very important to golf Babe.’ He huffs out a laugh in your ear in response before pulling you hips back against his front, 

‘Didn’t you know Jagi? Golf is a full body sport.’ His voice has gotten a little deeper and quieter. His satoori always becomes a little more obvious when he’s speaking in a sultry tone. You can feel his breath against the shell of your ear. In retaliation you swivel your hips back against his crotch where you can feel just the slightest stirrings of excitement. He takes a sharp intake of breath, ‘Now I’m pretty sure that isn’t necessary.’ He punctuates his statement with a squeeze to your hips.

‘Well I’ve been watching you golf and you always do the cutest little booty wiggle when you’re trying to figure out your stance, so I’m just taking advice from the best.’ You say innocently.

Instead of a response to your obvious teasing, he lightly trails his hands down your arms to your hands. He readjusts your grip for you. You’re letting him do all the work for you, getting comfortable in the warmth of his arms while suggestively pressing your hips back against his. He’s guiding the swing of your arms to set up your stroke, and you think he’s going to help you all the way while you continue to tease him, but before you can follow through with the lining up of the club and hit the ball, he pauses the movement of your arms. The breath that you’d heard against your ear pauses, and he ever so slowly licks up the shell of your ear, and then he lightly tugs on your lobe with his teeth before murmuring, 

‘Good luck Jagi.’ and then the warmth and guiding of his body is gone from behind you. Turning around with what you can only assume is the most dumbstruck look on your face. Jimin and Hoseok burst into laughter from their seats, and Taehyung is standing a few feet behind you. His arms are crossed and he has a smug smirk resting on his lips. 

You turn back to the tee and mindlessly swing, not really caring about how far it goes. It goes a little farther than expected, not good by any means, but not terrible. 

Taehyung walks back up to you, ‘Good job, __’

You roll your eyes at him and push his club into his chest before walking back to your seat next to Jimin. He leans toward you once you sit down,

‘I felt like I was watching porn.’ he whispers. You smack him on the arm and turn away from him,

‘It was not that bad.’ You mutter.

‘It was pretty bad.’ Hoseok pipes up from the other side of Jimin. You roll your eyes at them before turning your attention back to your boyfriend. He’s just finished another stroke,

‘Nice stroke Babe.’ You cheer him on.

‘You like my stroke game Jagi?’ He teases from behind the tee.

‘Oh my god.’ You groan, and this sets the other three boys off once again.

He comes back over to sit by you and rests his hand on your thigh while Jin goes again. Jimin and Hobi have seemingly lost interest in the game and are just watching from their seats.

You decide to ignore Taehyung after all his teasing and turn to lean your head on Jimin’s shoulder,

‘Jagiya,’ Taehyung murmurs from beside you, tugging on your thigh to try and turn your attention back to him.

‘Go work on your stroke game Taehyungie.’ You mumble jokingly.

‘I’d much rather work on my stroke game with you.’ You can tell he tries to keep his laugh in but it doesn’t work very well. Before he can say anything else it’s his turn again, and he stands up and walks away.

‘You know, I never knew my Taehyungie was so good at flirting.’ Jimin says from where his head is resting on top of yours.

‘Please, we literally watched him flirt with himself on stage everyday when he was performing Singularity.’ You say back.

You can feel the shaking of Jimin’s shoulders under your head as Taehyung shoots you a glare from his spot in front of you. You stick your tongue out at him, and he does the same thing in return.

After his stroke, he sets his club down and walks up to you,

‘Wanna go grab a drink with me?’ He asks. You nod and stand up with him, the other three boys yelling drink orders at the two of you. He waves dismissively at them and then grabs your hand to walk with you. Instead of turning left toward the bar, he pulls you to the right,

‘Babe, I’m pretty sure the bar’s that way.’ You remind him.

‘I know.’ He responds. It’s then that you see the direction he’s headed. The handicapped bathroom at the end of the hallway. 

Taehyung had a track record of trying to sneak you away for small moments or quickies when you were in public. The one thing that you’ve learned about him through the years of your relationship is that, when it comes to intimacy, he is not a patient man. 

Taehyung opens the door and pulls you inside, quickly locking the door behind you. He presses you against the door and before you can even say anything, his lips are pressed against yours. His hands are wandering down your sides until they reach the back pockets of your jeans. He slides his hands into your pockets, and after giving your backside a quick squeeze, he pushes your hips forward so they meet his. Your hands are behind his head, fingers lightly tugging on the hairs at the nape of his neck. He breaks the kiss for a moment, breathing heavily,

‘You drive me crazy, Jagi.’ 

Instead of responding you guide his lips back to yours, lightly tracing your tongue against his bottom lip to gain access to his. He slides his hand farther down and hitches one of your legs up around his waist. His hips roughly press against yours, and behind the loose fabric of his shorts, you can feel how hard he is. You reach down and palm his cock, and his hips stutter from their sensual grinding, as he lets out a deep groan into your mouth.

You wrap your fingers around the outline of him from the outside of his shorts. Even beneath the layers of cloth between your skin, you can feel just how hot and hard he is.

When you tighten your grip around his cock and start jerking him faster, he moves his head into the crook of your neck and drops your leg from around his waist. He’s mouthing wet kisses against your neck and letting out small groans and words of encouragement. His hips are thrusting into the grip you have on his cock, and he reaches down to tighten your hand around him. Instead of continuing with the pace he directed, you remove your hand from him altogether. When you do this, his head jerks back, and he lets out a small noise of complaint. Before he can say anything, you drop down onto your knees in front of him. He smiles at you and traces his finger along your lips, ‘You’re amazing __’ 

His voice has gotten deeper and he still sounds out of breath. You lean forward and start to press open mouthed kisses against his cock. His hand presses against the back of your head, encouraging you. Finding the tip of his cock, you start to suck through the thin fabric, tongue tracing over where you know he’s leaking for you. He’s starting to get impatient, and he reaches up to start undoing his belt. 

Just as he finishes popping the button on his shorts, you reach down and pull the shoelaces on both of his shoes to get him back for earlier. He’s too distracted to know any better, but instead of continuing, you stand up in front of him. He looks at you surprised, and he’s just about voice his confusion when you tell him, 

‘Now’s a perfect time to work on your stroke game, Babe. Oh and don’t forget to tie your shoes.’ 

And before he can even say anything in response, you turn, unlock the door, and walk out to go to the other boys.

When you take your seat next to Jimin he turns and asks, 

‘Where’s Taehyungie?’ 

‘He’s in the bathroom.’ You respond quickly.

Jimin squints his eyes at you and looks suspicious. You see his eyes glance down to your most likely red and swollen lips,

‘And was he in the bathroom alone, Miss __?’ He teases you, bumping his shoulder against yours.

‘We’ll never know.’ You respond smugly. 

Soon after, Taehyung walks back to you, drinks in hand. He hands everyone else theirs first, and when he goes to give you yours, he leans down and whispers in your ear, 

‘You’ll pay for that, baby.’ 

You don’t say anything in response. He has that look in his eye, and you know not to tease him back this time.

.   .   .

You’ve arrived back in your hotel room, and you're shaking with anticipation. Taehyung was unusually quiet the rest of the day. He was talking normally with the other members, but when it came to you, he gave quick and short responses. Now he wasn’t mad, you were able to tell that much, but he was planning something, and his silence was all a part of the build up.

After entering your shared room, he quickly walks into the bathroom and pauses in the doorway, ‘Clothes off.’ Is all he says before walking inside and shutting the door, something he rarely ever did when it was just the two of you. 

You quickly strip and sit on the bed and wait for him to return, and it only takes a moment before he’s walking right back out. He’d taken his shirt off in the bathroom, and when he’s approaching, you take time to admire how much he’s been working out. 

His stomach is more toned, and his arms are definitely getting bigger. He’s always gorgeous, but you can tell that toning up a little makes him much more confident, and his confidence is what is so attractive about him.

He stands directly in front of you, and that’s when you realize you're seeing his eyes for the first time that day. He’d been wearing dark sunglasses most of the day, so you hadn’t seen them much. He’s staring directly into your eyes, and it’s almost intimidating with the way his gaze is unwavering.

‘Take my shorts off, gorgeous.’ He demands softly. 

Taehyung is a simple man. He has three moods in bed. The first is soft Taehyung. There are no power dynamics, just two people loving and being intimate. The Second, is soft dom. Taehyung takes the lead, but there’s nothing harsh about the way he dominates you. There’s soft words and gentle touches. And then there’s full dom Taehyung. It’s rough and hard, but you love every minute of it. Someone else may confuse his demand and pet name for soft dom Tae, but you’re well aware that this is just the beginning.

You reach forward to undo his belt, and after it’s undone, you pull it through the loops and set it beside you. Reaching forward, you undo his button and drag his shorts and underwear down his legs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside. As much as he’s trying to act dominant and controlling, there are little tells of impatience in his body language. Just as you’re going to reach for his cock, he smacks your hands away,

‘You lost that privilege with the stunt you pulled earlier. Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me.’ He says. His fingers have a tight grip on your chin and he grabs his cock and traces your lips with the tip, smearing his precum over your lips. He taps the side of your cheek with his cock to remind you of his instructions, and you follow, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him to use,

‘Good girl.’ He mutters.

He takes the tips of his cock and lays it on your tongue. Thrusting his hips lightly so that the underside of him is rubbing inside your mouth, you cup your tongue slightly to suck on his cock. All of his movements halt, and he leaves your mouth,

‘You only do what I tell you.’ He pauses for a moment, gauging your reaction, ‘Now, I’m gonna fuck your throat baby, and I’m gonna use you as much as I want. You know what to do if it gets too much.’

And with that he’s thrusting back inside your mouth, cock all the way down your throat. You’re gagging immediately. With no warm up, your throat protests against the intrusion. He pulls back slightly to let you breathe. Then, he’s sliding back down your throat. Your nose is pressed against his pubic bone, little hairs lightly tickling you.

Risking a glance up at him, his head is thrown back. The veins in his neck are taught, and you can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He’s already worked up from earlier, and the feeling of your throat around him must be overwhelming.

After a few moments, his hips are retreating and then snapping back into your mouth. Your eyes are watering, but the groan he lets out is worth the burning in your throat,

‘Such a perfect little mouth for me.’ He grunts out. His palms are pressed firmly to your cheeks to keep your head in place while his pace increases. You can’t help but clench your thighs at the sensation. The way he’s grunting causes wetness to pool between your legs. There’s a light sheen covering his tanned skin from the exertion, and it makes him seem like he’s almost glowing. 

His hips are starting to stutter and his grunts are turning into choked gasps, telltale signs that he’s close. He pushes all the way down your throat and then tilts your head slightly so you’re looking at him,

‘You look so pretty with my cock down your throat, baby.’ He tells you while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He pulls out of your mouth and gives you a moment to catch your breath.

Then, he reaches for your arm and pulls you up so you’re standing. He’s quickly bringing your mouth to his and entangling his tongue with yours. 

Taehyung kisses in a way that words can barely describe. He’s passionate but also cocky in the way he moves his lips, and there’s dominance in the way his tongue dances with yours. He pulls away and looks down at you, 

‘Hands against the mirror, legs spread, and I don’t want to hear a word out of this pretty little mouth.’ And then he’s pushing you toward the full length mirror against the wall. You follow his directions and look up into the mirror to see his eyes tracing down the length of your body. He places his hands on your hips and his chest molds to your back. You can feel his cock poking your ass from behind. His hands pull your hips back toward him and then one of them slowly makes its way toward your opening. His fingers dip into the arousal that’s been pooling between your legs before he brings it back up to trace slow circles around your clit,

‘My baby is so wet for me. Does getting your throat fucked turn you on that much.’ He tsks. He starts to circle his fingers faster, and your legs are shaking with the shocks of pleasure running through you. He dips his fingers back down and pushes two inside,

‘I was gonna get you ready for my cock, but you’re dripping Jagi. I don’t think you even need it.’

You look back up to meet his eyes in the mirror and shake your head, obeying his request to be quiet. It’s then that he removes his fingers from your pussy, and reaches down to grasp his cock. You can see his arm moving in the mirror, giving himself a few, quick strokes before guiding his tip to rest right at your entrance. Then without warning he pushes all the way in. Your mouth drops open at the sensation, there will never be a day where you’ll get used to the way he fills you up. Long and thick, hitting all the right places inside of you with just one thrust. He’s resting his head on your shoulder, letting out shallow breaths. Both of you are so worked up, you’re aware this is going to be quick.

Then his hands firmly grasp your hips, and he’s pulling back slowly before quickly thrusting forward. There’s no gradual buildup to his pace, he switches to pounding into you from behind immediately. His hips are slapping against your ass and he’s letting out grunts and small moans of your name between his labored breaths. You love the times when Taehyung is so overwhelmed by pleasure that he doesn’t take the time to use any specific rhythm. He just hammers into you from behind, the angle creating the perfect way for him to hit your G spot repeatedly.

You drop your head down to look at the floor, struggling to keep your moans contained. You’re biting your lips raw trying to keep the noise at bay. It’s when Taehyung reaches down to place the heel of his hand against your clit that your hips start twitching. The powerful thrusts of his hips send yours forward causing you to grind against his hand.

‘Go ahead, baby. I know you wanna cum for me.’ He says breathlessly, ‘I’m right behind you. Gonna fill this pussy up.’

The pressure in your stomach is quickly building, and you reach down and grab his wrist as you near your climax.

You can feel the stuttering of his hips as he approaches his peak, and with a few more sharp snaps you reach your peak, and that building pressure snaps.

‘Taehyungie,’ You can’t help but moan out. Pussy clenching around his cock. He keeps rubbing your clit to help you down, but the pace of his hips continues. He’s losing the rhythm he had previously, groans of your name filling the air, and with one thrust, he’s pushing all the way inside you. You can feel the twitch of his cock while he fills you up. He gives a few short thrusts to push his cum back inside. His head falls onto your shoulder and he lets out a soft laugh, 

‘Damn.’

You laugh with him, ‘I don’t think I can feel my legs.’ 

He pulls out slowly, half hard cock falling out of you along with some of his cum. He turns you around and places soft kisses on your lips before picking you up to carry you over to the bed. He looks down at you fondly and sweetly attaches your lips once more before getting up to head to the bathroom. You hear the sink turn on before he returns to clean up the mess he left between your legs,

‘You need to go pee.’ He punctuates the sentence with a few taps on your butt. You grumble at him but know he’s right, so you make your way into the bathroom to do your business. You head back to the bed and throw on his t-shirt on the way. Taehyung is already snuggled under the covers with one corner lifted up waiting for you. Climbing into bed with him and tucking yourself up against his chest, you’re just getting ready to fall asleep when he disturbs you, 

‘What do you think about my stroke game now?’ He mumbles into your ear. You throw your hand over his face and push him away from you while he’s cracking up, 

‘Oh my god. I hate you.’ You mumble into your pillow.

‘I love you.’ He sing-songs back to you, gathering you into his arms and pressing your back against his chest.

‘I love you too, I guess.’

I've never had something I wrote reach this many people. Thanks for all the love <3

Stroke Game - KTH

Summary: Teasing Taehyung while he's playing golf has consequences.

Warnings: Grinding, Face fucking, one wittle cock slap but it's actually a tap, unprotected sex, creampie, dom! taehyung, teasing, blue balls.

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A/N: Idk something about this video on insta just.... uh anyway

Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about golf. So if anything is wrong please don’t read me for it! We all know none of us are here for the golfing.

There’s something about watching Taehyung golf that is indescribably attractive. Golf isn’t attractive, but watching as he sets up his stance for his stroke is. He has shorts on today, long tan legs spread and feet shuffling back and forth until he finds the perfect spot. His strong arms hold the golf club as he lines up his swing. And then he reaches all the way back, follows through, and the ball soars through the air. He has this cocky aura after he sees that it’s a good shot, and tosses his hair back. It’s growing longer, and the long black and wavy hair is a good look on him during the summer when he’s getting tanner. He looks nothing shy of gorgeous. 

You wait until you see Jimin stop recording for Tae’s instagram story before you call out, 

‘Nice job Taehyungie.’

He’s walking your way and shoots you a crooked smile,

‘You gonna try, jagi?’ You throw him a knowing glare and kick your leg out at him,

‘We both know golf isn’t my strong suit.’ You mutter

He catches your foot in his hands and quickly unties your shoelace, an ongoing battle between the two of you. He tries to walk closer to you but you press your foot flat against his stomach to stop him before whining,

‘I’m not any good Taehyungie, just leave me to ogle at you from over here.’ He laughs at this and manages to walk around your foot. He grabs your hand and pulls you up from your seat

‘I’ll help you come on.’ He tugs you toward the tee and hands you a club. You’re still glaring at him while he moves things around you. He pauses and smiles down at you and then gives you a small kiss followed by a sharp slap on the ass. Jimin cracks up from his seat and you roll your eyes at him

‘You’re next, Jiminie.’ And he mocks being scared at being forced to play golf again by Taehyung. Neither you nor Jimin were particularly interested in the sport, but you both love Taehyung, so you’re willing to entertain his hobby. For now.

Jin and Hobi are watching too, each of them taking turns as they please. Hoseok is less interested in golf than Jin and Taehyung, but he always brightens the mood by cracking jokes.

‘Let’s go, __!’ Hoseok yells and then promptly throws his legs over Jimin’s lap and his arms around his shoulders while aggressively rocking him back and forth. 

Taehyung brings your attention back to him, and places his hands on your hips,

‘Line your feet up with mine and make sure your stance is comfortable.’ He says quietly against your ear. His large hands are set on your hips, and he starts to slide them forward over your lower abdomen in an attempt to tease you,

‘I don’t think that area is very important to golf Babe.’ He huffs out a laugh in your ear in response before pulling you hips back against his front, 

‘Didn’t you know Jagi? Golf is a full body sport.’ His voice has gotten a little deeper and quieter. His satoori always becomes a little more obvious when he’s speaking in a sultry tone. You can feel his breath against the shell of your ear. In retaliation you swivel your hips back against his crotch where you can feel just the slightest stirrings of excitement. He takes a sharp intake of breath, ‘Now I’m pretty sure that isn’t necessary.’ He punctuates his statement with a squeeze to your hips.

‘Well I’ve been watching you golf and you always do the cutest little booty wiggle when you’re trying to figure out your stance, so I’m just taking advice from the best.’ You say innocently.

Instead of a response to your obvious teasing, he lightly trails his hands down your arms to your hands. He readjusts your grip for you. You’re letting him do all the work for you, getting comfortable in the warmth of his arms while suggestively pressing your hips back against his. He’s guiding the swing of your arms to set up your stroke, and you think he’s going to help you all the way while you continue to tease him, but before you can follow through with the lining up of the club and hit the ball, he pauses the movement of your arms. The breath that you’d heard against your ear pauses, and he ever so slowly licks up the shell of your ear, and then he lightly tugs on your lobe with his teeth before murmuring, 

‘Good luck Jagi.’ and then the warmth and guiding of his body is gone from behind you. Turning around with what you can only assume is the most dumbstruck look on your face. Jimin and Hoseok burst into laughter from their seats, and Taehyung is standing a few feet behind you. His arms are crossed and he has a smug smirk resting on his lips. 

You turn back to the tee and mindlessly swing, not really caring about how far it goes. It goes a little farther than expected, not good by any means, but not terrible. 

Taehyung walks back up to you, ‘Good job, __’

You roll your eyes at him and push his club into his chest before walking back to your seat next to Jimin. He leans toward you once you sit down,

‘I felt like I was watching porn.’ he whispers. You smack him on the arm and turn away from him,

‘It was not that bad.’ You mutter.

‘It was pretty bad.’ Hoseok pipes up from the other side of Jimin. You roll your eyes at them before turning your attention back to your boyfriend. He’s just finished another stroke,

‘Nice stroke Babe.’ You cheer him on.

‘You like my stroke game Jagi?’ He teases from behind the tee.

‘Oh my god.’ You groan, and this sets the other three boys off once again.

He comes back over to sit by you and rests his hand on your thigh while Jin goes again. Jimin and Hobi have seemingly lost interest in the game and are just watching from their seats.

You decide to ignore Taehyung after all his teasing and turn to lean your head on Jimin’s shoulder,

‘Jagiya,’ Taehyung murmurs from beside you, tugging on your thigh to try and turn your attention back to him.

‘Go work on your stroke game Taehyungie.’ You mumble jokingly.

‘I’d much rather work on my stroke game with you.’ You can tell he tries to keep his laugh in but it doesn’t work very well. Before he can say anything else it’s his turn again, and he stands up and walks away.

‘You know, I never knew my Taehyungie was so good at flirting.’ Jimin says from where his head is resting on top of yours.

‘Please, we literally watched him flirt with himself on stage everyday when he was performing Singularity.’ You say back.

You can feel the shaking of Jimin’s shoulders under your head as Taehyung shoots you a glare from his spot in front of you. You stick your tongue out at him, and he does the same thing in return.

After his stroke, he sets his club down and walks up to you,

‘Wanna go grab a drink with me?’ He asks. You nod and stand up with him, the other three boys yelling drink orders at the two of you. He waves dismissively at them and then grabs your hand to walk with you. Instead of turning left toward the bar, he pulls you to the right,

‘Babe, I’m pretty sure the bar’s that way.’ You remind him.

‘I know.’ He responds. It’s then that you see the direction he’s headed. The handicapped bathroom at the end of the hallway. 

Taehyung had a track record of trying to sneak you away for small moments or quickies when you were in public. The one thing that you’ve learned about him through the years of your relationship is that, when it comes to intimacy, he is not a patient man. 

Taehyung opens the door and pulls you inside, quickly locking the door behind you. He presses you against the door and before you can even say anything, his lips are pressed against yours. His hands are wandering down your sides until they reach the back pockets of your jeans. He slides his hands into your pockets, and after giving your backside a quick squeeze, he pushes your hips forward so they meet his. Your hands are behind his head, fingers lightly tugging on the hairs at the nape of his neck. He breaks the kiss for a moment, breathing heavily,

‘You drive me crazy, Jagi.’ 

Instead of responding you guide his lips back to yours, lightly tracing your tongue against his bottom lip to gain access to his. He slides his hand farther down and hitches one of your legs up around his waist. His hips roughly press against yours, and behind the loose fabric of his shorts, you can feel how hard he is. You reach down and palm his cock, and his hips stutter from their sensual grinding, as he lets out a deep groan into your mouth.

You wrap your fingers around the outline of him from the outside of his shorts. Even beneath the layers of cloth between your skin, you can feel just how hot and hard he is.

When you tighten your grip around his cock and start jerking him faster, he moves his head into the crook of your neck and drops your leg from around his waist. He’s mouthing wet kisses against your neck and letting out small groans and words of encouragement. His hips are thrusting into the grip you have on his cock, and he reaches down to tighten your hand around him. Instead of continuing with the pace he directed, you remove your hand from him altogether. When you do this, his head jerks back, and he lets out a small noise of complaint. Before he can say anything, you drop down onto your knees in front of him. He smiles at you and traces his finger along your lips, ‘You’re amazing __’ 

His voice has gotten deeper and he still sounds out of breath. You lean forward and start to press open mouthed kisses against his cock. His hand presses against the back of your head, encouraging you. Finding the tip of his cock, you start to suck through the thin fabric, tongue tracing over where you know he’s leaking for you. He’s starting to get impatient, and he reaches up to start undoing his belt. 

Just as he finishes popping the button on his shorts, you reach down and pull the shoelaces on both of his shoes to get him back for earlier. He’s too distracted to know any better, but instead of continuing, you stand up in front of him. He looks at you surprised, and he’s just about voice his confusion when you tell him, 

‘Now’s a perfect time to work on your stroke game, Babe. Oh and don’t forget to tie your shoes.’ 

And before he can even say anything in response, you turn, unlock the door, and walk out to go to the other boys.

When you take your seat next to Jimin he turns and asks, 

‘Where’s Taehyungie?’ 

‘He’s in the bathroom.’ You respond quickly.

Jimin squints his eyes at you and looks suspicious. You see his eyes glance down to your most likely red and swollen lips,

‘And was he in the bathroom alone, Miss __?’ He teases you, bumping his shoulder against yours.

‘We’ll never know.’ You respond smugly. 

Soon after, Taehyung walks back to you, drinks in hand. He hands everyone else theirs first, and when he goes to give you yours, he leans down and whispers in your ear, 

‘You’ll pay for that, baby.’ 

You don’t say anything in response. He has that look in his eye, and you know not to tease him back this time.

.   .   .

You’ve arrived back in your hotel room, and you're shaking with anticipation. Taehyung was unusually quiet the rest of the day. He was talking normally with the other members, but when it came to you, he gave quick and short responses. Now he wasn’t mad, you were able to tell that much, but he was planning something, and his silence was all a part of the build up.

After entering your shared room, he quickly walks into the bathroom and pauses in the doorway, ‘Clothes off.’ Is all he says before walking inside and shutting the door, something he rarely ever did when it was just the two of you. 

You quickly strip and sit on the bed and wait for him to return, and it only takes a moment before he’s walking right back out. He’d taken his shirt off in the bathroom, and when he’s approaching, you take time to admire how much he’s been working out. 

His stomach is more toned, and his arms are definitely getting bigger. He’s always gorgeous, but you can tell that toning up a little makes him much more confident, and his confidence is what is so attractive about him.

He stands directly in front of you, and that’s when you realize you're seeing his eyes for the first time that day. He’d been wearing dark sunglasses most of the day, so you hadn’t seen them much. He’s staring directly into your eyes, and it’s almost intimidating with the way his gaze is unwavering.

‘Take my shorts off, gorgeous.’ He demands softly. 

Taehyung is a simple man. He has three moods in bed. The first is soft Taehyung. There are no power dynamics, just two people loving and being intimate. The Second, is soft dom. Taehyung takes the lead, but there’s nothing harsh about the way he dominates you. There’s soft words and gentle touches. And then there’s full dom Taehyung. It’s rough and hard, but you love every minute of it. Someone else may confuse his demand and pet name for soft dom Tae, but you’re well aware that this is just the beginning.

You reach forward to undo his belt, and after it’s undone, you pull it through the loops and set it beside you. Reaching forward, you undo his button and drag his shorts and underwear down his legs. He steps out of them and kicks them aside. As much as he’s trying to act dominant and controlling, there are little tells of impatience in his body language. Just as you’re going to reach for his cock, he smacks your hands away,

‘You lost that privilege with the stunt you pulled earlier. Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me.’ He says. His fingers have a tight grip on your chin and he grabs his cock and traces your lips with the tip, smearing his precum over your lips. He taps the side of your cheek with his cock to remind you of his instructions, and you follow, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him to use,

‘Good girl.’ He mutters.

He takes the tips of his cock and lays it on your tongue. Thrusting his hips lightly so that the underside of him is rubbing inside your mouth, you cup your tongue slightly to suck on his cock. All of his movements halt, and he leaves your mouth,

‘You only do what I tell you.’ He pauses for a moment, gauging your reaction, ‘Now, I’m gonna fuck your throat baby, and I’m gonna use you as much as I want. You know what to do if it gets too much.’

And with that he’s thrusting back inside your mouth, cock all the way down your throat. You’re gagging immediately. With no warm up, your throat protests against the intrusion. He pulls back slightly to let you breathe. Then, he’s sliding back down your throat. Your nose is pressed against his pubic bone, little hairs lightly tickling you.

Risking a glance up at him, his head is thrown back. The veins in his neck are taught, and you can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He’s already worked up from earlier, and the feeling of your throat around him must be overwhelming.

After a few moments, his hips are retreating and then snapping back into your mouth. Your eyes are watering, but the groan he lets out is worth the burning in your throat,

‘Such a perfect little mouth for me.’ He grunts out. His palms are pressed firmly to your cheeks to keep your head in place while his pace increases. You can’t help but clench your thighs at the sensation. The way he’s grunting causes wetness to pool between your legs. There’s a light sheen covering his tanned skin from the exertion, and it makes him seem like he’s almost glowing. 

His hips are starting to stutter and his grunts are turning into choked gasps, telltale signs that he’s close. He pushes all the way down your throat and then tilts your head slightly so you’re looking at him,

‘You look so pretty with my cock down your throat, baby.’ He tells you while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He pulls out of your mouth and gives you a moment to catch your breath.

Then, he reaches for your arm and pulls you up so you’re standing. He’s quickly bringing your mouth to his and entangling his tongue with yours. 

Taehyung kisses in a way that words can barely describe. He’s passionate but also cocky in the way he moves his lips, and there’s dominance in the way his tongue dances with yours. He pulls away and looks down at you, 

‘Hands against the mirror, legs spread, and I don’t want to hear a word out of this pretty little mouth.’ And then he’s pushing you toward the full length mirror against the wall. You follow his directions and look up into the mirror to see his eyes tracing down the length of your body. He places his hands on your hips and his chest molds to your back. You can feel his cock poking your ass from behind. His hands pull your hips back toward him and then one of them slowly makes its way toward your opening. His fingers dip into the arousal that’s been pooling between your legs before he brings it back up to trace slow circles around your clit,

‘My baby is so wet for me. Does getting your throat fucked turn you on that much.’ He tsks. He starts to circle his fingers faster, and your legs are shaking with the shocks of pleasure running through you. He dips his fingers back down and pushes two inside,

‘I was gonna get you ready for my cock, but you’re dripping Jagi. I don’t think you even need it.’

You look back up to meet his eyes in the mirror and shake your head, obeying his request to be quiet. It’s then that he removes his fingers from your pussy, and reaches down to grasp his cock. You can see his arm moving in the mirror, giving himself a few, quick strokes before guiding his tip to rest right at your entrance. Then without warning he pushes all the way in. Your mouth drops open at the sensation, there will never be a day where you’ll get used to the way he fills you up. Long and thick, hitting all the right places inside of you with just one thrust. He’s resting his head on your shoulder, letting out shallow breaths. Both of you are so worked up, you’re aware this is going to be quick.

Then his hands firmly grasp your hips, and he’s pulling back slowly before quickly thrusting forward. There’s no gradual buildup to his pace, he switches to pounding into you from behind immediately. His hips are slapping against your ass and he’s letting out grunts and small moans of your name between his labored breaths. You love the times when Taehyung is so overwhelmed by pleasure that he doesn’t take the time to use any specific rhythm. He just hammers into you from behind, the angle creating the perfect way for him to hit your G spot repeatedly.

You drop your head down to look at the floor, struggling to keep your moans contained. You’re biting your lips raw trying to keep the noise at bay. It’s when Taehyung reaches down to place the heel of his hand against your clit that your hips start twitching. The powerful thrusts of his hips send yours forward causing you to grind against his hand.

‘Go ahead, baby. I know you wanna cum for me.’ He says breathlessly, ‘I’m right behind you. Gonna fill this pussy up.’

The pressure in your stomach is quickly building, and you reach down and grab his wrist as you near your climax.

You can feel the stuttering of his hips as he approaches his peak, and with a few more sharp snaps you reach your peak, and that building pressure snaps.

‘Taehyungie,’ You can’t help but moan out. Pussy clenching around his cock. He keeps rubbing your clit to help you down, but the pace of his hips continues. He’s losing the rhythm he had previously, groans of your name filling the air, and with one thrust, he’s pushing all the way inside you. You can feel the twitch of his cock while he fills you up. He gives a few short thrusts to push his cum back inside. His head falls onto your shoulder and he lets out a soft laugh, 

‘Damn.’

You laugh with him, ‘I don’t think I can feel my legs.’ 

He pulls out slowly, half hard cock falling out of you along with some of his cum. He turns you around and places soft kisses on your lips before picking you up to carry you over to the bed. He looks down at you fondly and sweetly attaches your lips once more before getting up to head to the bathroom. You hear the sink turn on before he returns to clean up the mess he left between your legs,

‘You need to go pee.’ He punctuates the sentence with a few taps on your butt. You grumble at him but know he’s right, so you make your way into the bathroom to do your business. You head back to the bed and throw on his t-shirt on the way. Taehyung is already snuggled under the covers with one corner lifted up waiting for you. Climbing into bed with him and tucking yourself up against his chest, you’re just getting ready to fall asleep when he disturbs you, 

‘What do you think about my stroke game now?’ He mumbles into your ear. You throw your hand over his face and push him away from you while he’s cracking up, 

‘Oh my god. I hate you.’ You mumble into your pillow.

‘I love you.’ He sing-songs back to you, gathering you into his arms and pressing your back against his chest.

‘I love you too, I guess.’

The Man Who Hated Gray

Summary:  “ If there’s something that he’d be able to eliminate from this world definitely was gray. ” (Taehyung!high school au)

Warnings: death, angst

Word Count: 1k

Note: Yeah, I just came back from Last Minute Call (please check it, its a veeeeery good mini drama) and I still emo about this so, yeah... lol. Hope you enjoy it! 

He hated gray.

If there’s something that he hated the most was gray.

If there’s something that he’d be able to eliminate from this world definitely was gray.

No words could describe his hate towards that color.

Why exist a color like this? Why everyone uses things with this color? How come everyone thinks that it’s beautiful? He often says something like this.

Kim Taehyung was the man who hated gray more than anything else.

He was a charismatic and cheerful person. His personality wouldn’t allow him to stay mad or sad about something shallow for a long time, actually I’ve never seen him really out of this bright character. Every time I look at him there is a smile glued in his pinkish lips and a light inside his coffee orbs.

We used to study at the same school back in the high school time; we were partners at  drawing class. A prodigy I can say, even his simplest sketch would be able to beat the rest of the class — even mine, that only choose this class because the swimming team wasn’t available for me and math was an obvious no.

Taehyung liked to use the brightest colors to his masterpieces. Never black and white, even his sketches were colored, even in a simple way. When I asked the reason he hesitated before answer with a fake smile.

“I like to let a reference of the colors that I’ll use later in the draw.”

I believed, even though his acting was horrible, because I was there to just kill time and didn’t understand a thing about art. Maybe an artist habit? I thought that day.

I used to stay all the class just looking at him, making sure to register every detail of his features, even now I still remember the way his hands touched the large paper in front of him to steady the paper while drawing. Or the way his fingers held softly the colored pencils while coloring.

Or even the way his chocolate eyes narrowed and his back arched to get closer to the paper and do the small details. The way he smirked when everything went as he planned or whined when he messed up. I could spend hours only telling every habit of him while drawing, but not now.

The real reason of this is: why he hates gray.

I’ve always thought that all artists were supposed to like all the colors and use them all in his works, but Taehyung refused to use gray even in the smallest details like metal objects; he’d prefer to erased the thing and do something else instead.

I never saw him uses any gray clothes or accessories!

When we graduated from high school I asked the reason behind all this feeling towards the poor gray. He only smiled and said with a sigh:

“Someday you’ll find why.”

Everyday I would ask myself “why he hates it?”but I never found an answer.

Until my phone vibrate with a call from his mom, one month after our graduation. She only called me two times all these years, the first one was because she found out that I liked her son — she even asked me if I wanted to have dinner with them; the second time was to tell me that Taehyung died.

I didn’t knew that he was a terminally ill back in our high school days. I didn’t knew that all the times he claimed be feeling nauseated was because a cancer were consuming his liver since he was 13. I didn’t knew that he didn’t plans to go to a university because he’d be dead after the graduation. I didn’t knew that all these weeks that he was absent was because he was in the hospital.

I never knew any of this.

When the day of his funeral came, I bought a colorful bouquet of flowers. It had all kind of flowers and colors. I smiled because I knew he’d pat my head and say “oh, I like these colors!”.

His mother guided me to where his funeral was being hold and I couldn’t suppress a surprise gasp, almost letting my flowers fall on the ground. For the first time I cried since I knew about him. My eyes didn’t stop to let the tears to fell down my cheeks.

I finally understood what he said to me in the graduation: “Someday you’ll find why.”

Everything was gray.

The flowers, the ribbons, even the frame with his picture and his family were gray!

Gray, gray, gray, gray and more gray.

I felt my heart ache seeing that. His mother patted my back gently and gave me a small envelope, saying the he asked her to give me this. I thanked her before leave with my flowers still in my hands.

I was outside, tried to calm down before open the envelope. My head was spinning, thinking what could be written there. The flowers were resting beside me and I slowly started to open the envelope, seeing his calligraphy in a gray sheet.

“First of all, this damn hospital don’t have any white or colored sheet to give me.”

It was the first thing write, I couldn’t help but laugh at his silliness even in such a critical moment.

“Second of all, if you’re reading this it means that my time is finally — or not — over.  I’m sorry for not telling you my condition before, I had plenty chances, but I choose not to say it. It was good to act like a normal guy near you, without you restrain yourself because I’m a sick person.

I’m writing this while the doctors and my parents are gone and they thought I collapsed because of the medicine *i’m laughing right now*. I had two reasons to write this.

The first one was because I wanted you to know that I was grateful for all those years with me in the drawing class. Before you enter I was usually alone and just found out about my cancer so everything seemed gray for me. See you there, with all your laziness and ugly draws made me really happy...”

“Yah, you brat! I wasn’t lazy neither my draws were ugly!” I murmured under my breath after his sincere confession.

“I’m grateful that my first kiss was with you. Oh, and I won’t forget that your legs were tremble. Remember this now makes me really happy. I’m sorry for not accepting date you that time; I hope you understand now because I did that.

The second reason was because you asked why I hated gray so much in our graduation. If nothing changed, you can see it for yourself at the damn funeral.

Too much of the color gray creates sadness and depression and a tendency to loneliness and isolation, is what psychology says.

I hate that a color can mean sadness. That’s why I hated it so much. I hope it can clear your questions about this.

Y/N, I really loved all of our days together, thanks for bringing the brightest colors to my life.

Live a colorful life.

With a lot of love,

Kim Taehyung.”

This....THIS!!!! IT WAS SOOOOO GOOD. okay I'm done yelling but for real it was so well written, the build up, the one bed trope (my favorite trope), enemies to lovers and then soft taetae at the end just being the best boyfriend?!

‧✧̣̇‧ The Art of Hating You

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: one bed situation au, one sided enemies to lover aus, smut, fluff, angst.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: jealousy, I mean it the jealousy in this bitch Is crazy, YN is seriously a bitch to Tae, cussing, alcohol, smut; unprotected sex, cream pie, begging, dirty talk, monster cock Tae, Rough sex, rough mouth fucking, clit biting, orgasm denial, dom!tae, restrained during sex?? Queen of Bratty subs reader, tae bends the fuck outta YN.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: You hated Kim Taehyung with a passion. You don’t know why, you just know that you hated everything about him, his smile, the way he laughed, his gorgeous face, the way he was so friendly to everyone. You find out he was also invited to Jimins birthday vacation, you tried to avoid him but somehow Jimin mixed up the rooms so now you and Taehyung shared a room. Oh and there’s only one bed, what could possibly happen?

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 7.4K

A/n: I’m unashamedly begging for feedback <3 this one was my biggest worry to post so reassurance would be nice🫶🏽

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Park Jimin was, in your own words, stupidly rich. It’s almost like he didn’t know what to do with his own money, except on his birthday of course. That’s when he pulled out all the stops. This year he planned a week-long birthday bash during spring break, Jiminchella he called it. He reserved the hotel and private plane his father owned, all so his friends could enjoy his favorite holiday.

Of course you said you’d go, everything was paid for plus, no Kim Taehyung. He was going to be at his girlfriend's beach house for the week, so you rejoiced since he was the very thorn on your side that just won’t leave you alone. You were too excited for this vacation. You packed days early and had a whole spa day so you would be glowing. You were ready to have the best vacation of your life.

When you arrived everything was taken care of. Your luggage was taken to your room and the poolside was sunny and ready for you. You thanked yourself for having your bikini under your clothes already, so now you can enjoy your time, basking in the sun. You were barely there for a couple hours and you were already having the time of your life.

But all your good feelings were tragically ruined when you spotted the familiar curly bunch of hair in the corner of your eyes. You ignored it hoping, praying, begging that it wasn’t him.

But then you saw his obnoxious blue Hawaiian shirt and your blood ran cold.

No it can’t be.

Please god, don’t let it be him.

That is not Kim Taehyung.

But it was in fact Kim Taehyung. You groaned, wiggling in your chair like a child who just got told no.

What was he doing here?!?

And why was he coming over here?

Taehyung has two drinks with him which you assume one's for you but you don’t care for his kind gesture. You’re just mad that he’s here and ruining your vacation.

He goofily stands in front of you, trying to hand you a drink.

“What the heck are you doing here?” You grunted as Taehyung motioned for you to grab the drink but oh no, not on your watch, you won’t accept anything from him even though you absolutely loved pina coladas.

“Jimin invited me.” Taehyung smiled, and shrugged before he started sipping on his drink leaving yours on the bar counter.

He watched you fold your arms across your chest like the very brat you were. Taehyung smirked, thinking that he really wants to see if you’re this bratty in other situations.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? He’s my best friend.”

You groaned,” I know but I mean weren’t you going to go to your girlfriend's family beach house or something?”

“What?”

You scoffed, now he was just playing with you, he wanted to rile you up,” what are you? stupid? Your girlfriend! You were supposed to go to your girlfriend's beach house!”

Taehyung smirked, he had no girlfriend. He was invited to go to his friend’s beach house but ultimately chose not to. The way you seemed so annoyed bringing her up made his heart race with an icy feeling that he finds only you were ever capable of making him feel. Taehyung leans closer to you, so close you could smell the sweet sappy scent of his drink laced into his breath. It tickled your neck and raised the hairs on your arms, you sat frozen never having felt this tingly before.

“Oh? Is precious y/n keeping tabs on little ol’ me? How sweet.”

“I’m not!“ You blushed, finally moving away from him before he got too close. Taehyung sipped on his drink before clicking his tongue and cooing at your adorable pout.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous sweetheart.”

“Jealous?!? Of what?!”

“Of my nonexistent girlfriend.” He smirked,” I’d much rather be here with you anyways so don’t worry baby I’m all yours.”

Taehyung winked and you felt something in you snap.

Your patience maybe.

“Shut up Kim Taehyung!” You shot up from your chair and grabbed the drink he brought, your cheeks were heavy with blush and your chest spinning with annoyance,”Why would I be jealous?!? Who would want to date a big headed weirdo like you anyways! Now leave me alone!”

You turned on your heels and walked off, drink in hand because you weren’t one to let a free drink go to waste.

Even if it was from your worst nightmare.

Maybe you were being an asshole, but you just couldn‘t stand Kim Taehyung. Something about him made you cringe and shutter, maybe it was his smile or the fact that he was always so happy and giddy around you, clumsy even. He would never act normal and it made your skin prickle with hatred for the poor man.

He was also insanely hot which angers you even more. How dare God make him so hot? What was the reason? Just to piss you off?

It was definitely working because you felt your blood boil as you watched Taehyung flirt with a girl in a skimpy bikini. Completely forgetting that you called him a weirdo just a second ago.

Who was she even?

She’s not even that cute.

You crossed your arms laying back down in the tanning chair. You just needed to relax, soak up some sun and forget the son of a bitch who makes it his life mission to torture you. You sighed, snuggling up in your chair, at the tip of relaxation. Any second now you’d feel completely cool and calm.

But then something big covered the beautiful warm sun from hitting you. Interrupting your state of relaxation. You prayed, again, that it wasn’t Taehyung, but God made sure you knew you were not Gods favorite.

“Want me to put sunscreen on you sweetheart?” Taehyung cooed, hoping to get on your good side, but nothing could get this caveman on your good side.

Not even his cute smile.

“I don’t want your slimy hands on me Kim Taehyung,” You kept your eyes closed,” now move you’re in the way of my sun.”

Taehyung bit his lip before pulling up a chair next to you,” you can just call me Taehyung you know, taetae is okay too.”

“There’s lots of things I want to call you but TaeTae isn’t one of them.”

Taehyung relaxed in his chair, he found you so undeniably sexy and he had the nastiest urge to put you in your place.

“We’ll see about that now won’t we?” Taehyung licks his lips as his eyes dance all over your body. He took in every curve and mark, memorizing it for his own lewd dreams.

He was too excited for tonight, when you’d find out just who your roommate was going to be. He just hoped you won’t be too upset.

You open one eye to see if Taehyung left since he was oddly quiet but there he was, laying back, shirt off and thrown on his lap very badly hiding the massive tent that was there. You shook your head, you won’t let your love for monster cocks catch you off guard. You don’t care how delicious it looked in his pants. You won’t slip up, no matter how badly you wanted it to destroy you, especially because this one was owned by the very man you despise.

The same man whose body was making you tremble. His tan skin looked almost golden under the sun, a little dewey from his sweat but your primal instincts wanted you to lick off each drop of sweat from his body.

You need to get laid.

You huffed causing Taehyung to open one eye to glance at you.

“You want some sunscreen now?” He said in a serious tone which upset you because how dare he try to be so caring?

He barely knows you.

You shutter and turn your head to ignore him again. This time though, he sighs and gets up from his chair. You sneakily watch him leave, his broad shoulders and tiny waist make your mouth water.

Why does he have to be so sexy?

You’re upset again and act like the lonely feeling in your chest was one of victory. Taehyung never actually did anything to you. He just existed but you felt like that was cause enough for you to hate him. His stupid smile and his gorgeous eyes sometimes met you in your dreams, glowing just for you.

But you hated it. You hated thinking about him and the weird stupid feelings you got when you did.

“Stupid Taehyung.” You grumbled when you saw him walking to sit prettily next to Jimin at the bar, unashamedly staring back at you.

Jimin was Taehyungs best friend since kindergarten. Bros until death do them part. He prided himself in the fact that Taehyung looked to him for advice or help when it came to his love life.

And he would be proud right now, except Taehyung asked him to do something that he knew would get him in a lot of trouble with you. He hated that he couldn’t say no to Taehyung when he really wanted to because Jimin does not want to deal with the flame of anger that is you.

“You owe me so bad, she’s going to absolutely tear my ass open.” Jimin rubbed his face as Taehyung watched you with those stupid lovey dovey eyes that Jimin knows, makes Taehyung do the absolute most for the person he’s smitten for.

“Yea yea whatever.” Taehyung waved him off, you weren’t so scary.

You may act tough but Taehyung knows better, he knows how sweet and warmhearted you are.

Of course not to him, but he’s seen you give your freshly bought sandwich to a homeless man and then run inside to buy him a drink. He’s heard you console a friend who had been broken up with and Taehyung thinks you were an Angel with the kindest heart he’s ever known.

Except once you saw him you turned into a demon that demanded to know why he was even looking at you. It was like he was the bane of your existence. But Taehyung saw this as an opportunity, he wanted to get you alone and finally find out why you hated him so much. He wasn’t going to force you to stay with him, he made sure Jimin had an extra room just in case but it tore him apart knowing that the girl he loved hated him.

And for no reason whatsoever.

Taehyung stared at you and stopped himself from going to ask a third time if you wanted sunscreen. He just wanted to touch you and be near you, he wanted to press his fingertips against the flesh of your thighs. He wanted to feel your collarbones, and feel the way your breasts feel against his hands.

“She’s going to fuck you up Taehyung,” Jimin reminded him, breaking his train of thoughts,” you’re so dead.”

“I know,” Taehyung smirked,” I can’t wait.”

You didn’t see Taehyung for the rest of the evening. You rejoiced and used the massage coupon that Jimin had so graciously gifted you because he claimed you were his best friend and he needed you calm and relaxed for the big party. After your massage you basically glided to your room, head empty and body numb from the deep state of relaxation you were just in. You opened the door and saw the lights were turned on.

No biggie, they might have turned on by themselves.

You walked in and dropped your towel on a chair to start taking your tshirt off not noticing the man that was laying on the bed, watching Tv, patiently waiting for the mess that was going to ensue.

“Hi sweetheart.”

You shrieked, hiding your bikini even though he saw you in it a couple of hours ago.

“What the hell are you doing here?!?” You yelled, but Taehyung was unphased. He smirked, eyeing your body that looked even better in this lighting.

“This is my room.”

“Oh hell no.” Your stare made the ache in Taehyungs heart hurt no less than before.

But he pushed through with a greasy smile.

“Oh hell yes.”

“This must be a mistake,” You gathered your towel and your bags that you just now realized were already inside the room,” wait how-“

“Come sit YN~ let’s watch a movie together.” Taehyung patted the bed next to him and that’s when you again just realized that there was only one bed.

One bed.

One big comfy bed.

You felt anger burst from your toes ripping ever seem in your body until it reached your head.

“Get out.”

“Nope.”

“Get out! You big-” you huffed,” you big stupid monkey! This is MY room! See how there’s only one bed?”

“Yea we're supposed to share sweetheart,” Taehyung again patted the empty spot next to him,” promise I won’t bite,” he smirked,” unless you want me to, then I’ll bite you all over baby.”

Taehyung winked and you felt like a volcano burst in your chest, hot angry lava squeezing out of you.

But instead of yelling you closed your eyes and turned around.

“I’m going home.” It was the only solution since you knew Park Jimin had this entire hotel booked.

“Wait YN! I was kidding,” Taehyung shot up from the bed, almost tripping on the blankets so he could get to you, his eyes wide and anxious,” I went too far! I’m sorry- y/n-“

You ignore him and gathered your luggage, you were oddly calm on the outside but on the inside you wanted to kick and scream.

“Y/n please don’t go,” Taehyung grabs the luggage from your hands, forgetting that he was the stronger one from you both,” please don’t go.”

You looked at him, pouty and heart racing. You don’t say anything but you let him talk.

“I promise I won’t be weird, you can have the bigger pillows and- and- I’ll get up early to get breakfast for you tomorrow.” He pleaded, he really didn’t want you to leave.

And something in you didn’t actually want to leave.

“Please stay? Jimin would be really sad that you’re leaving- we- you’re going to miss the pottery class..” His voice trailed as he internally cursed himself for pushing you too far.

“…how’d you know about the pottery class?” You asked since Jimin had multiple events planned his guests could do and Taehyung seemed to know about the one you were most excited about.

“I- I just figured, since you like art and stuff,” Taehyung lied through his teeth, he won’t tell you that he suggested it to Jimin just for you,” you won’t want to miss the big party either.”

Something about the way he spoke to you made you ease up just a little. You looked into his eyes and felt calmer, maybe it was just a mistake. Shit happens, Jimin might have messed up but Taehyungs right he’d be sad if you left now. Plus you would miss pottery night and you really didn’t want to do that. You sighed loudly before letting him take your luggage,” I get the side next to the ac.”

Taehyung smiles and wants to hug and kiss you but goes against his heart's wishes since he’s already been pushing his luck with you. He’s decided to let you do your own thing but it got harder to not bother you after you came back from taking a shower. The air was thick and silent, adding pressure to the weight in his heart. You wore these tiny shorts and button up pj shirt that made him want to rip them off of you, especially since he can tell you had no bra under. The way you breasts seemed extra pillowy and bouncy, you definitely had no bra on and he wanted to shove his face in them and suffocate on their taste. Taehyung wonders if you had any panties on either. He couldn’t help but feel so lustful for you, you just looked so sexy brushing your teeth while watching Diners, Drive Ins and Dives.

Aside from making his cock harder with each sound you made, his heart beat like a drum in a marching band. You seemed calm and okay with his presence so maybe now was his chance to finally ask you why you hated him so much. He waits for you to finish your night time routine, when you snuggle under the blankets, right next to him. His fingertips felt numb from tapping them along the bed sheets, his heart welled in his chest but he had to do it.

Do it.

Ask her.

Taehyung turns the tv off making you grunt and look back at him but his eyes avoid yours,“Yn why do you hate me?” Taehyungs voice is low and calm, like he’s been practicing this same question for days now.

He catches you off guard since you didn’t expect him to ask.

“You act all goofy, it’s- it’s annoying,” you whispered, causing him to laugh, not chuckle or giggle but a hearty laugh that has you blushing.

“Why- Why is that funny?”

“Seriously because I act goofy?” He chuckled.

“Yea?”

“Do you know why I act goofy?”

“Because you’re annoying?” You snorted, wasn’t it obvious?

“No silly, I act goofy because you make me nervous.” Taehyung explains hoping you’d get why.

“Why?”

Okay. You obviously didn’t get why. He takes a deep breath before looking right into your eyes, the brown swirls of your irises make him want to get lost in the sweet aura of them.

“Because I like you YN.”

“What?”

“I like you. I have a big fat nasty crush on you.”

You stayed silent, mouth open and heart racing. You didn’t know how to respond so you decided not to.

“I’m going to sleep now! Stay on your side.”

You swiftly moved under the blankets, hiding from his confession. You didn’t feel him move but you felt his eyes on you, making guilt sweep through your body. You finally heard him sigh, which broke your heart, but then he laid down turning the lights off before whispering a sad’ Good night.’

You tried to sleep but aside from the ache in your heart, Taehyung just wouldn‘t stop moving and sighing very loudly. You snap at him because you’re supposed to be up and early tomorrow for a shopping spree, courtesy of Jimins mother.

“Oh my god Taehyung go to sleep!”

“I can’t.” Taehyung muttered and you hear the heartbreak across your mountain of pillows.

“Just close your eyes!” You suggested but you knew he had them closed, you just wanted him to shut up.

“I am,” Taehyung slowly says and each word is like an arrow into your heart,” but I still can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can‘t stop thinking about you,” he sits up,” You totally broke my heart.”

You scoff and snuggle into your blankets to bury your feelings in them,“You’re being dramatic.”

“I just confessed to you and instead of kissing me you go to sleep. I get to be dramatic-“

You quickly sit up, almost offended that he expected a kiss,“Why would I kiss you?!?”

But the next few words he speaks drive the steak right through your heart. Obliterating whatever was left of it.

“Because you like me too.”

“What?” He smirked and you wanted to smack that sexy smirk right off of his face,” You self absorbed asshole- what makes you so sure I like you?”

“I just know, you don’t actually hate me, I just make you feel things you don’t understand.”

Taehyung shrugs, he had you stunned again, how dare he imply that you like him. You feel called out, embarrassed that he’d read you so easily.

No way.

Impossible.

You hate him.

But he does make your heart race a little?

And you do like the way he smiles.

What did he do to you anyways?

You racked your brain for even just a small memory of him doing something but nothing comes up. You try to sift through the reasons, but now they don’t seem so bad anymore.

They seem cute and justified.

Because he likes you.

You liked to win but you weren’t a sore loser, you could admit when you were wrong. Okay, you were a sore loser, you couldn’t admit it but Something about the way Taehyung was being vulnerable with you made you want to show him that side of you too.

“M-Maybe my anger was..misplaced,” You played with your thumb, pouting and avoiding his eyes,” maybe I don’t hate you like I thought, maybe it’s the opposite or whatever.”

You shrugged feeling a tremendous weight lifted off of your shoulders. You finally looked Taehyung in his eyes and you were not disappointed with his reaction. Taehyung was grinning from ear to ear, his ears red with love for you.

Taehyung took this opportunity to close the gap between you two, destroying the pillow wall that so cruelly separated you from him. His hands cupped your cheeks as his lips molded so beautifully against yours. Like a puzzle piece that finally found it’s missing half, a kiss that felt like a complete piece of art. Then you felt his tongue pressing against your lips, you savored his taste, you memorized the texture of him against you.

The kiss was a lot messier and hotter than planned, Taehyung takes it to the next level when he pushes you against the bed. His body so hotly on top of yours and hands pinning your arms above you so his mouth could peacefully paint a mosaic of hickies on your neck, you whined trying to grind up into him but his heavy hips stopped you from getting any friction.

“Taehyung,“You grunted when his teeth nipped just a little too hard.

Taehyung lifted his head and you saw his whole being change right in front of you. He was no longer going to be soft and so giving. Taehyung was going to teach you a lesson.

“Oh?” He smirked,” look at you, whining for me when just a second ago you were calling me an asshole. But now you want me?”

“Taehyung-“

“Do you think you can just get whatever you want so easily? Where’s the effort y/n? Where’s my apology? My confession?”

You groaned,” I confessed already!”

But Taehyung wanted a proper confession.

“Doesn’t count, apologize and tell me you love me.” Taehyung smirked, this would be your one chance for redemption, and it was tempting since his cock felt so heavy against your pussy that it made you want to renounce any feminism left in your body. But you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of an apology.

Not yet at least. You wanted to play just a little.

“Fuck you and your apology.” You spit out, smirking when Taehyungs smile turned sour.

Something tells you, you probably shouldn’t have said that but you couldn’t help it. It was in your nature.

Your heart and pussy waited for what he was going to do and you think you don’t have to wait long because Taehyung clicks his tongue in disappointment before getting up from his position to let go of your hands. He sits up on top of your thighs, and sinfully licks his lips while untying the strings of his sweats. His eyes hooded and dark with lust.

“You know what y/n?“ Taehyung spoke as his slender fingers pushed sweats and black Calvin Kleins down to reveal his thick aching cock. He strokes himself, grunting when you try to sit up.

But no, he was in charge right now, you weren’t going to have your way,” I’m going to give you one last chance. This time think about what you’re going to say sweetheart. Really think about it.”

You don’t think about it, you just let the words slip from your lips.

“Fuck you.”

Taehyungs had enough, he decided right then and there that he was going to ruin you. You deserved no mercy. He moves on top of your body so his cock now hovers your face. Taehyung smoothed his hand down his cock before growling out his command.

“Stick your fucking tongue out.” Taehyungs jaw

clenched as he messily rubbed his tip all over your lips, you looked up at him with hooded eyes before obediently opening your mouth to lewdly stick your tongue out for him. His dark expression quickly shut you up, but also excited you.

“Good girl.” Taehyung rested the head of his leaking cock on your outstretched tongue and slowly rocked against the warmth and wet of it. Spit gathered on the corners of your mouth, waiting to be collected by him.

“Take a deep breath.” Taehyung breathes out a moan before feeding more of his cock into your mouth. You close your eyes and huff, you've wanted to choke on him ever since you saw his bulge earlier.

You understood now, you didn’t want to just rip his dick off, you wanted to rip it off from coming on it so hard.

It all makes sense.

Taehyung doesn’t care if you’re ready for it or not, he reaches the back of your throat and you gag on him,”Baby, Ah, your fucking mouth-“

The feeling of your throat around him has his hips diving deeper into your mouth, fucking it softly for the time being.

He enjoys the way your hands claw at his ass, pulling him deeper into your mouth until your nose touches his skin. You gag repeatedly, brain begging you to do the sensible thing and take it out.

But a hot combination of his hitched moans, and the way he stutters your name makes you want him to live in your mouth. He fucks harder and a little faster like it wasn’t your mouth he was fucking. You breathe through your nose like you’re a pro but you love the way he suffocates you.

“You look so good gagging on my cock yn,” Taehyung moans and pulls out so you can breathe, you practically gasp for air but quickly lick the tip that he so lewdly smacks you with. Arousal shoots down your spine directly in your pussy, making it sticky and impatient,” you’re driving me crazy.” He whispers as his cock makes itself comfortable in your mouth again. His hand threads through your hair as he continued his harsh pace but Taehyung feels his edge coming at an alarming rate. Maybe it’s because its the added love in his bones but he pulls back, cooeing when he sees a string of saliva and precum connecting you two. It snaps against your lips and he wants to lick you clean.

Taehyung hastily removed himself from your chest to get rid of his clothes, excitement surges through your body so you wait patiently.

“You okay baby?” He asks when he sees you cleaning the corner of your mouth.

You nodded, feeling shy that you couldn’t take his cock like you wanted to. You wanted him in the deepest part of your throat but your gag reflex was your worst enemy.

“You did really good,” Taehyung lays on top of you once again to kiss the ghost of his love bites that bruised your neck ,”do you want your reward?”

“Y-Yes please.” Your voice was rough, making your blush harder than you already were. Taehyung harshly undresses you, ripping open your shirt to reveal that his suspicions were true, you had no bra underneath. He throws it somewhere you absolutely do not care for at the moment, you squealed when his hands yanked your panties off, nearly dragging you along with them. His lips quickly wrapped around your nipple, sucking on the bud so softly it contrasted to his other hand that pulled on one harshly. You whined but he doesn’t stop until your nipple is swollen and glossy with spit.

Taehyung slowly leaves kisses on every inch of your body until he reaches your pussy, it practically glowed with arousal. He placed sweet kisses around you, until his arm reached over to uncover your clit and wrap his lips around it. He didn’t give you the satisfaction of even just a tiny bit of suction, he just wanted to feel your clit on his lips.

You looked down at Taehyung, whining and silently begging him to do anything but you weren’t prepared for the soft, wet tongue on your clit. You gasped and arched your back, burying your fingers in his hair. He pulled back from your clit to nip and bruise his art on your thighs,” I’ll never get tired of this.”

Taehyung wet his lips before his jaw dropped open to lick your slit in one slow motion, you wanted to call him a pervert but he stopped the words from coming out of your mouth. You whined again pulling his curls to get him closer, deeper in you but his arms anchored you around his head as his plush lips wrapped around your clit once again but this time giving it the sweet suction it wanted.

You sighed before closing your eyes as Taehyung dived down to lap at your hole that was practically leaking. Taehyung feels like you haven’t learned your lesson though. You haven’t apologized or even told him that you felt the same way he feels for you. Taehyung wants you to yelp in pain, he wants you to push his head away from your glossy cunt so he cruelly pulls away from your pussy to very lightly bite down on your swollen clit. You do exactly what he wants and squeal from the pain, you're calling out to him asking him what he’s doing but he repeatedly bites down, dragging his teeth until the word ’stop’ sits on the tip of your tongue. And as you’re about to scream out, he suddenly pulls away from you. Taehyung settles on top of your body once again to kiss your swollen lips.

“What’d you do that for?” The tears on your eyes bring him satisfaction.

“I'm sorry baby you didn’t like that?” Taehyung kissed the tears that formed because of him.

“N-No.”

“I’ll make it up to you~” he cooed and traveled down your body once again to kiss your clit in apology. You winced in sensitivity but felt your edge a lot closer because of the pain.

“I’m- I‘m gonna cum Taehyung-“ You huffed, fisting the blankets when you feel his tongue softly lap at your clit. Your pussys pulsating, wanting its release, you’re so close, so close. You feel it glowing at the tips of your fingers.

But Taehyung feels you clenching around his tongue and that’s when he decided that he was done.

“Well that’s too bad isn’t it?” He smirked.

“Taehyung!” You pulled his hair so his face hovered over your very abused pussy but he pushed your hands off to crawl on top of your body to face you. His lips are shiny and puffy as he licks them clean, you whine when his tongue licks the underside of your jaw, over your lips and cheeks. Taehyung spreads your essence all over your face which makes your pussy glow with want for him.

You wanted more though, you feel like you deserve more. You’ve been good, you’ve been listening to him and not talking back.

So why isn’t he touching you?

You decided to risk it and guide his hand that’s on your hip, towards your pussy, swiftly moving his fingertips against your drenched folds,” feel how wet I am Taehyung.” You whisper hoping to convince him to touch you but he only scoffs.

“Ya I just made you that wet.”

You push one of his fingers to play with your clit, eyelashes fluttering to convince him more,” you can make it even wetter if you want.”

Taehyung clicks his tongue before nipping at the spot right under your ear.

“What a selfish, needy brat, trying to take something without giving back.” He scoffed,” I’m not fucking you until you admit that you like me.”

“Taehyung I can’t,” you whined, humping his hand that was between your legs,” it’s embarrassing.”

“Why?” His fingers teasingly rubbed circles around your clit, never giving you the pleasure you craved,” you weren’t shy about gagging on my cock but you can’t tell me about your feelings?”

You huffed against his neck, he was right but you felt your whole body blush just thinking about confessing your feelings.

Feelings. Yuck.

“Ilikeyou.” You quickly muttered, feeling satisfied with it you moved to kiss his puffy lips.

But he wasn’t having it. He wanted to hear you say it, he wanted to memorize the way the words sound coming from your beautiful pout, like a poem that swoons his heart.

“Nope,” he moved his head away,” Loud and Clear, exactly like how you were moaning my name earlier.”

Taehyung smirked, watching you with hooded eyes as you brought his hand from your pussy up to your mouth. You both stare at the string of your release connecting his fingers. You wanted him so bad, you needed him. Lust took over all of your senses so you didn’t think twice before licking all over his hand. The wet of your saliva replaced the wet that shined from your pussy, making him groan. Taehyung stared at your mouth, and the way you lightly sucked on his finger. His mouth agape and occasionally cursing from how good it felt.

“Fuck turn around,” Taehyung quickly lifted himself from your body leaving you cold and aching,” get on your knees.”

You do as he says, now believing that he won’t give you what you want unless you’re good. You wiggle your ass for him, hoping he’d just tear your pussy apart but Taehyung scoffs and slaps the flesh of your ass. It leaves a red mark of his hand and he gulps, but he won’t slap you a second time.

He spits on his cock and watches you reach behind you to spread your lips apart for him. Taehyungs tip hovers over your clenching entrance like a cute sort of kiss to you. He almost wants to giggle but your whine brings him back and he roughly thrusts the very tip inside. You wince but love the pain that gives you goosebumps. He slowly feeds you more, totally getting off on your moans and whines. He feels on top of the world right now, he’s dreamt of this moment for years and now here you were the woman of his dreams begging him to fuck you into oblivion.

Your clenching feels delicious on his cock, it leaves him speechless. He won’t speak if it means he gets to hear you wanting him. Taehyung pulls out just so his tip is in you but then suddenly rams his whole cock back inside. You have to hold on to the wall in front of you otherwise his thrusts would send you into a concussion.

“Is this what you want Y/n?”

“Yes! Oh fuck-“ you choked on your spit as Taehyung rammed into you, his pace hard and rough,” Taehyung oh my god-“

“You like it sweetheart? You like my cock?”

He hands gripped at your ass, nails digging into your cheeks.

“Tell me how much you like it, Y/n.”

The bed frame starts to smack into the wall but neither of you care. You only care about the feeling of his cock stretching you, making you see galaxies.

“Y/n,” Taehyung smacks your ass, this time with a heavier hand,” talk to me baby.”

“F-Fuck me,” you moaned as you arched your back so you can get that extra stretch from him,” Harder- please-“

Taehyung abruptly pulls out, you whine for the millionth time that night because you were so close and he just had to pull out now? He flips you over as his hands find the back of your thighs. He pushes them to your chest so your pussy was completely vulnerable to him. Taehyung thrusts his girthy cock back inside of you but this time your pussy is a lot more welcoming to him.

He’s a lot slower with his thrusts, but they were still hard and heavy. The sound of his cock hammering inside you brought a deep blush in his chest, he loved it more than he should. The slick noises and skin slapping against each other made him a lot hornier than he was already.

Taehyung feels impatient now, he wants to feel you cum around him. He wants to see your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

He needs it.

Taehyung towers over you so his cock hits deeper into you. His necklace dangling in front of you, moving back and forth but you're distracted by the finger on your clit that's smothered with his touch.

“Cum for me baby.” he whispers and you feel your orgasm rip you apart, spreading goosebumps all over your skin. It leaves you silently gasping, fingernails digging into his forearms to ground you.

“So fucking beautiful. Fuck!” Taehyung doesn’t stop his pace, instead he moves just a little bit faster. You’re numb from your orgasm but you feel his hips stuttering and fighting through your tight clenching.

“I’m gonna cum-“

You rub his arms and Taehyung falls on top of you, letting go of your thighs to wrap his arms around your body. He pulls you in closer, tits pressing on his chest and the cold of his necklace burns on your skin. You want him to cum in you, you almost needed it.

“Cum in me taetae.”

Taehyung chokes on his spit as he takes in the way his nickname rolled off of your tongue. His cock pulsates inside you,“Ah shit, fuck, baby-“

His cum feels warm and thick inside you, if you weren’t so damn tired you would be fidgeting from the weird feeling but you stay still, letting him fuck his cum inside you. He moans one last time before he makes sure to empty every last bit of cum inside you. He doesn’t want to pull out but he wants to see his creation. He wants to see the mess he made, the mess he made because of you. Taehyung catches his breath before holding himself up with shaky arms. He sits up, pulling his hips back as his cock hits his stomach with a wet smack. You whine from sensitivity, but you clench knowing what Taehyung wanted to see.

His cum drips out of you, and Taehyung intensely watches it. He licks his lips, very tempting to fasten his mouth back on your swollen pussy but doesn’t because he knew you’d fall asleep and he wanted you awake and noisy.

Taehyung does, however, kiss your clit before going to the bathroom and getting something to clean you with. He comes back and you wince when cleans the drops of cum from you.

You feel your heart swirl with love, maybe now is the perfect chance to give him what he wanted.

“Taehyung I’m sorry,” you sleepily whisper,” I love you.”

Your simple confession and apology was like a silver bullet, excruciatingly piercing his heart and absolutely killing him. He wants to clench his chest but he keeps cleaning you, kissing your sleepy pout.

“I love you too.” Taehyung finally says, with just a little bit of shakiness in his voice. He’s waited for this for so long but now he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Should he run to Jimin and tell him everything or keep you in his arms until you push him away? He decides cuddling you would be a better option. Besides Jimin is probably having in orgy back in his room and Taehyung would hate to interrupt.

A couple hours later, the sun wakes you up, you groan burying yourself in the warmth of your blankets. Your hand reaches out to Taehyung hoping he’d get the hint and squeeze you but you find the other side of the bed empty, no sign of him. You thought he might be in the shower but when you laid quietly the room was completely silent aside from the hum of the ac. Maybe it was a dream, you think, but the ache between your thighs and the bruises that cover your body were evidence that last night really did happen.

You fucked Kim Taehyung.

And you told him you loved him.

You squealed, completely embarrassed about last night but then you heard a tiny knock on the door and immediately the butterflies in your tummy fluttered all over. You felt nauseous, shaking with an emotion you used to mistake for hate but now know it was love. You groaned before getting up to open the door, you grabbed a robe that was courtesy of Jimins care package. You opened the door there he was balancing three plates filled with different food in his hands with the room key in his mouth. His heart swells and aches seeing you, his hickies on your neck and your pretty face puffy from sleep. Taehyung swiftly walks in before setting the plates on the desk inside. He kisses your cheek before fixing up breakfast.

You’re left to sit on the bed, questions floating inside your head. You figured you won’t get any answers unless you ask them.

“Taehyung what happens now?”

“What do you want to happen now?” Taehyung stopped setting up the plates so he can give you his undivided attention since he knew your mind must be going into overdrive with questions. He pushes you back so you’re laying down, he towers over you, hands on each side of your head. His necklace dangles in front of your face and you have to stop yourself from putting it in your mouth.

“I don’t know,” you huffed,” what do you want to happen?”

Taehyung chuckled, seeing you shy like this was giving him the biggest heart boner,” I want to be in a relationship with you.”

Your eyes grew wide, blush blooming from cheeks to your ears.

“Like…girlfriend and boyfriend?”

“Yes,” he pecks your glossy lips,” girlfriend and boyfriend.”

“That’s so embarrassing.” you whispered which made Taehyung chuckle because of how cute you were.

“Totally embarrassing.” He kissed you once again but this time didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss. His hands untie your bathrobe and you feel all tingly again.

You and Taehyung let your breakfast get cold because Taehyung decided that he’d rather be eating you but you weren’t going to miss the bottomless jimimosas that were promised for lunch. So you pushed Taehyung and his dangerous lips away from your swollen clit to get ready. You were nervous since everyone would ask why you both were gone. Everyone knew you hated Kim Taehyung, it was your brand.

You decided to pretend like nothing happened, maybe no one would even notice. You brushed it off and finished getting ready for Jimins lunch buffet.

No one will even notice.

Except they definitely did notice, everyone at the table stopped what they were doing just to gawk at you two. It was so obvious what had happened, and Taehyung, again, didn’t care to hide the obvious. He wanted to flaunt you, he wanted everyone to know that you are his now. He had his shirt halfway unbuttoned, showing off the artwork you left on him. You stood by Taehyung fidgeting and hoping no one would make a big deal but Taehyung never cared about what anyone thought so his fingers easily found yours and laced them together making you blush even harder than you were before. You didn’t push him away which made the scene even weirder to take in.

No one spoke but watched you follow Taehyung as he served your plate. You stayed close to him, feeling incredibly shy. Which was very, very uncharacteristic of you. Usually you’re a social butterfly but now you avoided everyone and even snuggled into Taehyungs side because they just kept staring. Taehyung noticed and kissed your pouty lips. You swore you heard a couple gasps and whispers. That’s when Taehyungs head snapped towards everyone, heart beating with annoyance.

“What?” Taehyung spoke to everyone at the table,”I can’t kiss my girlfriend in peace?”

Jimin chuckled, biting his lip since he expected you to be the one with the fiery response,” Kiss your girlfriend all you want taetae.”

Taehyung grinned and kissed your cheek with a greasy smile. You whined and nudged him off of you but you exhaled the anxious cloud that built up in your chest, you felt glad that everyone there accepted this change.

Yourself included.

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Detective Perfect

Summary: Detective work is one of the most challenging jobs in terms of intelligence- at least, that's what you've noticed as someone who has been on the sidelines for the past two years. But with Kim Taehyung by your side, how hard can it be?

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: High school student reader, high school student Taehyung, best friends to lovers, detective au, bantering, fluff

Word Count: 5.8K

Warnings: Mentions of murder, dead bodies, divorce and cheating (not between oc and Taehyung), blood, gun violence, physical violence, mentions of gangs, minor character deaths, mentions of parental abuse, detailed mentions of drugs

Author's Note: My first fic ever! I'm a little nervous haha, but I'm glad I'm finally gaining the confidence to do it (*_*;;;). I hope you enjoy this and everything else I have planned for the future of this page!

"Here."

The plastic bag hanging from your hand dropped onto the grass next to Taehyung, who looked up at you with an annoying grin. Your best friend grabbed the bag happily, pulling out its contents.

"Aw don't be like that," Taehyung teased at your sulking, bringing out a pair of wooden chopsticks and a plastic container of steaming chicken from the bag, "you did this to yourself."

You rolled your eyes, "I did not. Remind me to never place a bet with you again."

Taehyung pouted as he brought a piece of the chicken to his mouth like he always did when he ate, "you say that every time we make a bet, and every time it ends with you making me food."

"Mhmm, and who won the last time we made a bet?"

He just waved you off, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The familiar feeling of wanting to throw your best friend off a bridge engulfed you, but for the sake of the greater good, you suppressed it reluctantly. 

"Come on," you said, tapping his knee as you turned towards the police building, "our lunch break is almost over and I'm pretty sure our new case is more interesting than finding some lady's purse this time!"

That had his eyes widening in excitement as he quickly closed the container and placed it in his bag, running after you, "you really think so? How do you know?"

"I overheard some officers and Detective Lee having a serious conversation. Then I heard him mention our names! I know it's not a lot to go on, but it can't be nothing, right?"

Taehyung was silent for a moment, clearly mulling over your words, "maybe? I really hope so, I'm so ready for a case that doesn't involve finding Mrs. Hwang's grandson in the convenience store."

You chuckled as you both made your way towards Detective Lee's office, "at least she always gives us cookies after, even though he's always just trying to stuff himself in the ice cream freezer every time."

Taehyung just shook his head, "man, that kid is something else. If I even thought of being that reckless, my mom would beat me with her slipper."

You nodded in agreement. Your dad would never let you see the light of day again.

When the two of you finally arrived at Detective Lee's office, you let Taehyung open the door to find the detective sitting behind his desk, gaze intensely focused on the papers sitting in front of him. At your entrance, his eyes flickered upwards before standing up and giving you both a grim smile.

"Taehyung, Y/N, today your task will be a little different from the ones you're normally used to," he announced. It took every ounce of self-control in you not to jump excitedly at his words and one glance at Taehyung's restrained smile made it clear he felt the same.

"We're ready for anything you ask of us Detective Lee," he said quickly and you nodded alongside him.

Detective Lee nodded his head towards the guard standing in front of the door you and Taehyung had entered from. In a matter of seconds, the guard walked in with a police officer trailing behind him. All their expressions looked solemn.

"Meet Officer Jang. We will be working with him during this case," he said, allowing the officer to stand beside him as he spoke, "Officer Jang, this is Y/N and Taehyung. They've been student volunteers here at this precinct for the past 2 years and will be accompanying us as part of the precinct's shadowing program."

The officer, who had been expressionless up until now, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "how young are they?"

"They're both 17, so not too young. But please keep in mind they are still high school kids. Try to limit their interactions with the crime scene to what's appropriate."

Crime scene?

You glanced at Taehyung, who already had his eyes on you. Were you both going to investigate a crime scene? Like an actual murder? Or maybe a robbery? Detective Lee wouldn't be so adamant about not seeing a bank robbery. It had to be a murder.

The possibility had your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"Alright then," the officer said in finality.

"Let's begin with the briefing."

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The story of how you and Taehyung met has always been a popular one for the parties. It often left your classmates shocked in a mix of emotions, which of course the two of you could not care less about. The pain behind it had passed, and now the only thing you could do was laugh it off and continue with your lives. 

You weren't childhood friends that grew up together, nor were you classmates that had found friendship during the school year. In fact, Taehyung didn't even become a student at your school until after the two of you became friends and Taehyung had asked his mother to transfer.

It all started when you were 12 and had started noticing an odd atmosphere suffocating the air in your house. Back then, you were much too young to understand the hesitance and aversion in your parents' actions towards each other and, unfortunately, none had made an attempt to explain the situation to you. It was probably because you were young and the topic was a little too mature for your age, but still, looking back you would have appreciated it if someone had taken the time to sit down and walk you through it. 

Instead, you found out about it firsthand in a way that was frankly traumatizing for a child to see. 

Your mother had been having an affair with another man,

and you had caught them both in your mother's bedroom doing... well, affair-worthy stuff.

While your mother had covered up and desperately tried to explain to you the importance of keeping this secret from your father, the sound of his footsteps entering the room had left all attempts at secrecy futile. And as if that wasn't enough, a woman you had never seen in your entire life had barged into the bedroom a few minutes later and began yelling at the man still sitting on the bed. 

"Is this normal in the adult world?" A voice had asked. You had turned to find a boy around your age standing and watching the chaotic yelling coming from all four of them now. You assumed he was the son of the unfamiliar woman in the room considering their similar appearances. 

"No one warned me we would need earplugs to prepare for adulthood," you thought out loud. He had laughed and after the divorces took place, the two of you had been inseparable since.

You're not sure whether the infatuation with crime had been because of that incident in some weird psychologically twisted way or you would've found the interest regardless of that situation, but either way, it happened. You and Taehyung had spent hours watching crime shows and documentaries together, using your non-existent detective skills to solve the cases presented. 

That's what led you both to volunteer at the local precinct in your city and eventually to the place the two of you were in now.

A house.

You and Taehyung had been a little disappointed by the lack of creepy haunted mansions and mysterious dead bodies when the officer had explained that a murder had taken place in a normal house a few neighborhoods away from your own, but at least the mention of a murder was interesting enough. Detective Lee had followed the officer to the body while giving orders to the two of you to search the upper level of the house for evidence.

"He doesn't want us to see the body," Taehyung said dejectedly, walking through the doorway of one of the bedrooms. 

"There are probably some kind of laws in place for minors seeing stuff like that," you guessed, looking around the room. It had already been searched by officers beforehand, evident through a few evidence markers that had been placed here and there, "but who cares? If we show Detective Lee we're useful, maybe he'll let us come to more of his serious cases."

"I want to actually be a part of the investigation, not look at underwear," he pouted as he pointed towards an open drawer that was full of said undergarments, "he's just keeping us busy because he thinks we're children and he wants us on the sidelines."

"I mean... we are children, though."

He just sighed, "there's nothing here. Let's check the other room."

You nodded, feeling the same disappointment Taehyung was. But it only made you more determined to show Detective Lee your potentials. 

You followed behind Taehyung mindlessly as he walked through the doorway of the second bedroom. 

"What the-" Taehyung suddenly yelped, flinching backwards into you.

"What is wrong with you?" You said, pushing him off you, and walking into the room.

At first, you didn't understand what could have caused his reaction, until you saw it.

There was someone in here. A boy, around your age, sitting calmly on the floor, eyes glued to a window that revealed the brick wall of the house next to the one you were in now.

How creepy.

You inched towards him despite Taehyung's protests to get behind him.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked softly. The boy was still for a moment, before turning towards you and you gasped.

He was beautiful.

You sounded so pathetic saying it, but damn was the boy sitting on the floor fine. His jawline was sharp, body toned and cheeks cutely puffy but still managing to be structured at the same time. And his eyes... Although they were simply brown, they were so intense as they first scanned you and then Taehyung.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he said softly, pulling himself off the ground.

Taehyung gave you a look before he whispered, "why'd you gasp like that?" 

"He's hot."

You noticed Taehyung's jaw clench as his eyes scanned the boy, his gaze suddenly very cold.

The boy on the other hand smirked and, even though you had whispered it, you had a feeling he might have heard your comment, "I'm Jimin, Park Jimin."

"I'm Y/N, and this is Taehyung," you said politely, eyes travelling down to the outline of his abs against his shirt before forcing them back up to his face.

Congratulations Y/N, you are officially a creep, you thought bitterly.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung said. You were surprised to hear the distance in his voice. 

"I live here," Jimin said, regarding Taehyung before his eyes landed back on you, "my father was the one killed."

That's when Taehyung's eyes softened, "I'm sorry."

But to your surprise, Jimin just waved him off, "he was an abusive bastard. Whoever killed him did me a favour."

"I'm assuming you guys are here with the detective to figure out who killed him?" Jimin continued, as if he wasn't talking about his father's murder.

Then again, he did say he was abusive. If your dad abused you, you doubted you would love him as much as you did.

"Yeah, we are," you replied, deciding to take advantage of the situation. Jimin nodded, walking past the two of you while grabbing some keys that had been sitting on the desk, "come on, I'll show you the office he always kept locked. Maybe you'll find something there."

The two of you followed behind Jimin as he led you through the hallway of the small house. He slowed down a little, causing Taehyung, who had been walking directly behind him, to step back, allowing Jimin to fall into step beside you.

"So Y/N, you're into this investigative stuff?" he asked.

You nodded, "I'm going to be a detective in a few years."

"You must go over a lot of cases and watch a lot of crime documentaries in that case. It must be fun to do that stuff with your boyfriend," Jimin asked suddenly, "do you? Have a boyfriend I mean?"

"What?" 

The stupid response escaped before you could think it through. Why would he want to know that?

"Just curious," Jimin explained nonchalantly.

You were about to answer when Taehyung spoke from behind you, "yes, she does. Screw off Park Jimin."

You rolled your eyes and slapped him on the shoulder, "No, I do not Taehyung."

A smile perched on Jimin's lips as he smoothly set the key into the lock of an unfamiliar door and pushed it open, "good to know."

You and Taehyung peered curiously into what seemed like a normal office. There was a desk littered with papers and mail, a bookshelf filled with a bunch of textbooks and a picture frame of a girl posing lewdly for the camera.

"What was his job?" You asked, slowly starting to sift through some of the papers on the desk. Surprisingly, it didn't seem like the police had searched this room yet. 

"I don't know," Jimin shrugged, curiously looking around the room as if he had never been in there either, "some kind of businessman, I think?"

The papers, which turned out to be documents, seemed to confirm that. They showed mass purchases of various products, from bathroom supplies to giant construction machinery. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you continued to sift through the transaction documents. His purchase history was so odd that you couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what kind of businesses he dealt in. Sometimes he was mass purchasing random grocery items, other times he was selling oddly named airplane parts. 

What the heck?

"Hey guys?" You spoke up, watching as they stopped their search and turned towards you, "um, do you guys know what bathroom accessory a 'nalatir' is?"

Both boys' eyebrows furrowed as they made their way to you and peered over your shoulder to look at the document in your hand. 

"Yeah, I've never heard of an 'ethem' before," Taehyung announced, with Jimin nodding on your other side.

"Definitely haven't heard of an 'enaicock' before," Jimin continued, smirking a bit. 

You rolled your eyes at his childishness, "maybe he's not actually purchasing and selling what's written on the paper?"

"You think they're some sort of anagrams?" Taehyung asked, hand brushing against yours faintly as he took the paper from you and narrowed his gaze at the words.

You felt your fingers tingle at the subtle touch, a little surprised by your reaction. What was that?

After a moment, Taehyung turned towards you, pointing at one of the words on the paper, "this one roughly spells out cocaine if you read it backwards."

You took the paper from him.

enaicock

kcociane

cocaine

It kind of made sense. You looked at the other words to make sure it wasn't a coincidence. But you found yourself finding various names that happened to relate to a variety of drugs. 

Taehyung had cracked the code. 

"I think you got it," you said, smiling a bit at Taehyung who returned the expression, "maybe you're not as stupid as I thought you were."

He rolled his eyes at your teasing, but the smile didn't leave his lips as he turned towards the desk, "so your dad was a drug dealer or something?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if he was," Jimin huffed, "just when you think that man can't get any worse," he mumbled under his breath.

"Actually I don't think that's all," you said, feeling kind of bad for Jimin and what all these new revelations were probably doing to him. You can't imagine suffering at the hands of someone you thought you knew, only to discover that he was so much worse than you had thought. 

"The product names on these documents are all some form of anagram for drugs," you explained, showing them the purchase history for the 'bathroom accessories,' "but I can't really find any drug names from these names over here."

You placed a purchase history document that was supposed to be for construction equipment in front of the two, "If we're still going with anagrams, then these names kind of remind me of the names of weapons."

Slowly the boys nodded, looking over the other documents.

"I think you're right," Taehyung said, eyes glued to the papers. 

"These kind of make out names, don't they?" Jimin said, placing the 'plane parts' document in front of you. He was right, you could make out a few human names here and there. 

"What does a person use drugs, weapons and names for?" Taehyung thought out loud.

"It's kind of like those gang or mafia TV shows," Jimin chuckled. But the smile was wiped off his face when he noticed your expression, "wait, seriously? You think my father was part of a gang or something?"

"It's a pretty likely guess," you said.

The conversation came to a stop when you all heard a series of bangs come from the downstairs level of the house. 

"That kind of sounded like-" you said slowly.

"Gunshots," Taehyung concluded. And in a matter of seconds, he was already running out of the room.

"Taehyung!" You yelled, running after him with Jimin right on your heels. 

Was he insane? What kind of idiot runs headfirst into a gunfight? What if he got hurt?

Your run came to a stop when you made it to the living room, eyes widening at the scene before you.

Everyone was dead. 

Detective Lee, the officer that had brought you and Taehyung here and the other officers that had been roaming around the crime scene, were lying on the floor with gunshot wounds littering their bodies. 

The only two that were still alive were standing in the centre of the room. The weight of the situation was suddenly clear to you. 

Taehyung stood only a few steps before you, hands up in the air as his gaze focused on the man in front of him.

Jimin's dad. Park Hae-Soo. 

He stood amidst the chaos, gun pointed at Taehyung with what seemed like a cross between a grimace and a smirk, yet the body that had brought on the investigation was still lying near the wall. 

The person that had been killed had not been Jimin's dad, you realized. The body had just meant to lure everyone here for Hae-Soo's plan. The only question was, what exactly was he accomplishing  by killing all these people? What was his motive?

"Crap," you heard a shaky voice behind you whisper. You found yourself looking back to find Jimin staring with wide eyes at his father.

The nonchalant Jimin that had spoken casually about his dad was long gone and had probably never existed now than you thought about it. That mask had dropped to showcase just how terrified Jimin was of his father. He was trembling- no shaking- at the mere sight of him. His gaze flickered between the bodies, then the gun and then finally his father's face. 

"Why?" Taehyung asked, gaze firmly directed towards the man that could end his life in mere seconds. You wanted to shout at Taehyung, scream at him to shut up and care about his life. How could he speak so casually with a man that had murdered at least a dozen people in the span of five minutes?

"Why?" The man laughed, "Kid, how old are you? They bringin' children to do men's jobs now?"

He nudged one of the dead officers with his shoe, with a haughty scoff, "bastards."

You began to tremble just like Jimin as he fixed the point of the gun at Taehyung's head and unlocked the safety of the weapon, "I'm giving you an option, but I'm not a man that likes to repeat his words so listen carefully." 

"You and your girlfriend can walk out of here without bullets in your bodies as long as you promise not to tell anyone about this."

His voice lowered considerably at his next words, "but if I find out you didn't keep your mouths shut, I'll personally track you both down and show you what a slow and painful death looks like."

His words floated dangerously in the air as silence ensued. You knew what Taehyung would do, what he would say before he opened his mouth. 

"We're not-" But he was interrupted as you ran towards him and covered his mouth.

"We will! We'll leave and we promise we won't tell a single soul, just let us go," you said hastily. 

You could both leave here and let the officers of another precinct know about this, but you had to survive first in order to do that, "just let us leave unharmed."

Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed. 

"Well, I can see who's the brains in the relationship," the man said, licking his bottom lip as he smirked a little. You knew where his eyes were, and they were not on your face. 

With a disgusted expression, you nudged Taehyung to get him to move, "come on Jimin, let's go."

"No," Hae-Soo's strong voice cut through the air like a knife, "that boy stays here."

That boy.

Your gaze landed on Jimin once again, who hadn't moved an inch from the doorway of the living room, expression still terrified. 

"I said you two can go, not him," Jimin's dad commanded loudly, and you could've sworn you noticed Jimin flinch, "he stays here."

That was going to be a problem. 

You couldn't leave Jimin here after hearing about his father being abusive, who knows what he had in store for Jimin. It was clear his father didn't have an ounce of love for him, or any kind of connection with him for that matter. Jimin couldn't stay here. 

"We're not leaving him," you said firmly, and although some may consider it brave, the only thing you felt was fear because you might just become the reason for your and Taehyung's, and maybe even Jimin's death.

"You're in no position to make demands sweetheart," he sneered and pointed the barrel of his gun at your head, "get out. I won't say it twice."

You felt Taehyung take a step to move in front of you, but Jimin's dad moved the gun towards him, stopping him in his tracks, "don't move unless you're leaving this house."

"I'm giving you one last chance," he said slowly, eyes blazing with anger, "leave, or die."

Another silence overtook the room as no one moved. It was like there was a timer ticking in your head, counting down the seconds you had left to change this situation. Your eyes darted everywhere, trying to think of some way you could disarm Jimin's father. Some way you could save both Taehyung and Jimin. 

Your gaze travelled towards the grey leather couch, then the white dirty carpet drenched in blood, and then the bodies littering the floor.

There was nothing.

"Time's up," Jimin's dad said suddenly. You saw the barrel of his gun point towards you once again.

"No!" Taehyung yelled. You felt Taehyung's hands on your shoulder at the same time you heard the sound of the gun going off. 

Your head connected harshly with the floor while Taehyung hovered over you. You could make out the bullet hole on the wall just a meter above where you had been standing a second ago. Taehyung didn't waste much time as he pushed himself up and ran towards Jimin's dad, trying to pry the gun from his hands. 

"Sehun!" Hae-Soo yelled while trying to get out of the hold Taehyung had on him now.

You felt a pair of hands grapple you down as you tried to pull yourself up. The owner of the hands, most likely Sehun, was unfamiliar to you, but it was clear that he was on Hae-Soo's side as he held you down and waited for further instructions. Behind you, you could make out Jimin fighting with another man dressed similarly to Sehun. 

Your gaze dropped to Taehyung and Jimin's dad, who were now grappling with the gun. It sat between them, the barrel pointed dangerously at Taehyung as he tried to pry it from Hae-Soo's hands. You could feel your heart beat loudly in your chest as you saw Jimin's dad's finger snake around Taehyung's arm and feel the trigger of the gun. Only you don't think Taehyung noticed the action, which made your stomach drop.

"Taehyung move!" You yelled.

But it wasn't fast enough.

The sound of a gunshot reverberated across the room. Taehyung, whose eyes were wide now, slowly looked down at the gun and then Hae-Soo's face. 

The barrel had been pointing at Taehyung.

Taehyung had been shot.

Kim Taehyung, your best friend, was going to die.

You heard yourself scream his name before you could even realize what had happened. You couldn't lose him. You couldn't lose the best friend that had helped you through the choppy divorce of your parents. You couldn't lose the man that made sure to call you after school every single day to make sure you got home safely. You couldn't lose the one person in your life that did everything he could to make you happy when you were feeling down even when it involved embarrassing himself.

You couldn't lose Kim Taehyung. Because without him, you think you'd lose yourself.

"Get up," a man's voice rang from in front of you, but you didn't move. Your eyes stayed glued to Taehyung. 

"Get up, we have to go before his men get here, your friend is fine," he said more firmly. His words caused you to look up at him, surprised when you saw Sehun passed out on the floor not too far away from you. Instead, another man was standing before you, hand raised to help you onto your feet. 

His black hair was trimmed into an army cut and he towered over you, looking a little impatient as you stared at him from your position on the floor. 

Who was he? And where did he even come from?

You turned to look at Jimin, who was being helped by a guy that was dressed in similar clothes to the one in front of you, only he was a little shorter and adorned with light purple hair that somehow managed to suit him. 

But then you processed the man's words. 

Your friend is fine.

You turned back to Taehyung, who was crouched over Jimin's dad. There was blood surrounding them, but none actually on Taehyung's shirt. It was Hae-Soo. It was his shirt that was soaked in blood. An unfamiliar man stood behind him, a gun in his hand as he pried Taehyung off of Jimin's dad and dragged him out the door. 

"See? He's fine," the man in front of you confirmed, and you were surprised to see him smiling, a prominent dimple on each cheek as he beckoned his hand towards you once again.

"Now let's go."

A blindfolded truck ride later, you, Jimin and Taehyung found yourselves being led, by the man that had saved you earlier, through the halls of an enormous mansion silently. You didn't know where the other men that had been with him had disappeared, but it was clear whatever had happened back there was not finished. 

After they had loaded the three of you into a truck, there had been no explanations whatsoever about who they were and where they were taking you. You half expected them to be kidnappers now that you thought about it. 

"What are you going to do with us?" Taehyung asked. For the past hour he's been asking the same questions. 

Who are you? Why did you save us? Where are you taking us?

But the man was silent, not sparing as much as a glance at the three of you. 

Finally, he led you into a large room that resembled a meeting room. Desks full of computers lined the walls and a large table sat in the center, holding various maps, papers and other things you couldn't even recognize. The only sign of life was one man sitting with his back towards you while watching the screen of a computer. If you were to guess, the screen seemed like it was displaying some kind of surveillance footage. 

Now that the guy leading you had stopped, the fear was starting to kick in. Who were these people?

"Well, Yoongi hyung?" The guy who had led you here said, apparently towards the guy sitting at the desk, "how's our situation?"

"The bastard is dead, thankfully," the guy named Yoongi huffed, "Police officers are at the crime scene right now, inspecting the body. Jungkook's there too, but I don't think he'll pick up our trail, although I'll continue to monitor him just in case. We can't have the cops on our back... again. I'll plant some evidence to lead him away if I have to, don't worry Namjoon."

Namjoon crossed his arms, "Good."

Finally he turned towards you all, who had huddled closer to each other in fear. These people were clearly not with the cops, so what were they going to do with you all?

"We're letting you guys go, so relax," he said, which earned him three confused stares.

Namjoon sighed, like you all were some kind of nuisance to him, "we just need to make sure that if you're questioned, you won't mention us. It's the least you could do after we saved your life."

"You're misleading cops, there's no way you people are any better than that gangster," Taehyung countered. As much as you wanted to jab him in the ribs with your elbow, because they had guns and you all did not, you still had to agree. Whatever this was, it wasn't legal, and it was definitely shady. You couldn't just stand by and do nothing, even if they did save your life.

"Kid, the cops aren't exactly angels," Namjoon said, his tone light but firm, "you're still a child, so I don't expect you to understand."

He took a few steps closer to you all, "but just know that if you tell anyone about our existence, a lot of people are going to get hurt, both the cops and the people I care about. Keep your hands clean from blood by keeping your mouth shut, this is my warning."

"Hoseok, get them out."

A few moments later you were being pushed out into the now dark street by a guy named Hoseok, who apologized for 'being so mean.' After handing you some money, he was gone. 

Everything happened so fast that the three of you just stood in silence for a good minute, contemplating everything that had happened up until now.

Then Taehyung grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from a shock-stricken Jimin so that he couldn't hear your conversation.

"That was weird," he said, and all you could do was nod because, yes, that was in fact weird.

"Should we... tell the cops?" Taehyung asked uncertainly. He was feeling conflicting thoughts as well, you were sure of it. You should have said yes and reported them to the police right away. But something felt wrong, like doing that would get a lot of innocent people hurt. 

And that's what Namjoon said, didn't he? That people would get hurt if you exposed them to the police.

It occurred to you for the first time that maybe everything you knew about the station, about the justice system in general, wasn't completely the truth. After all, you still didn't know why Jimin's father did what he did. There were secrets, secrets you could only get from the inside. 

"No, I don't think we should tell them," you said finally and you were glad to see Taehyung nodding. You loved how you two were always on the same page, even without having a proper conversation. You both knew each other too well. 

"Good because I was thinking the same," he explained, looking almost relieved.

"By the way, why'd you ditch Jimin over there?" You asked, pointing towards Jimin who was still standing idly in shock. You doubted he even noticed you and Taehyung had moved a pretty big distance away from him. 

"Because he's annoying," Taehyung huffed, sending him a glare.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Your gaze narrowed at him. Taehyung was always so friendly and cheerful with everyone, it came as a surprise to you when he acted so cold with Jimin. 

Taehyung paused for a moment, scanning your face before sighing, "you know for an aspiring detective you're really not good at picking up clues."

You tilted your head, not sure whether to be offended or not, "I didn't realize I had a case."

"Well then let me give you a briefing," he said firmly. There was no hint of jokes or laughter anymore, he was serious, "I spend every minute of my free time with you. I pick up on every small detail about you. Every time I look at you, I can't seem to find any words to tell you how beautiful you are because none of them would do you justice. I always reply to your texts within seconds even though I literally leave people on read for months. I can't think about losing you because I genuinely feel like something happens to my heart when I do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and only you. Solve the case, Y/N."

You couldn't help your mouth that was wide open now. All the things he said... they all pointed towards one thing...

"You... like me?"

Your voice came out in a hesitant whisper. If he was trying to get at something else, which was probably the case, you had no clue. Maybe you really were bad at detective work?

Before you could backtrack Taehyung pulled you into him,

and pressed his lips against yours. 

For a moment, you froze, the action not registering in your brain even after Taehyung pulled away from the soft peck on your lips. 

"I know you may not feel the same way, but-"

You didn't let him finish. 

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips against his. He was quick to respond, hands pulling you closer as yours did the exact same. 

It felt like only a second had passed when the two of you broke off for some much-needed air.

"I can't believe this," Taehyung said through pants, "you really accept me? What about Jimin?"

"Screw Jimin, I want you Kim Taehyung, only you," you said, giving him a smile. He returned it for a moment, but then something seemed to cross his mind.

"But I don't have abs."

You shrugged, "Abs are overrated anyway."

Apparently, that was a lot bigger of a deal than you had thought because he engulfed you in a hug and began jumping excitedly, "good because I refuse to go on a diet. I love food just as much as I love you."

You don't think he realized just how much of a praise that was to you. Food was elite. The fact that you could even compare to it made you realize just how much Taehyung liked you. 

You quickly gave him another kiss in excitement before pulling away, "okay, we have to get Jimin and figure a way out of here."

"Out of where?" Taehyung asked, looking a bit dazed after the kiss. 

"We're literally in the middle of the street, which is also in the middle of nowhere, idiot."

"Oh, right," Taehyung said, noticing, probably for the first time, where you all were, "can't we just leave Jimin?"

"No, now come on," you said, dragging his whining form towards Jimin, who was somehow still frozen in shock. 

"We need to start re-evaluating some things."

Do you fancy some Taehyung smut this evening? If yes, here my very amateur writing!

you’re mine (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader summary: Taehyung is too scare to lose you so he follows an unhealthy advice

rating: 18+, smut, mature, do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: smut, some fluff,  established relationship, !idoltae, secret relationship,  there is some unhealthy view on women but it is nothing we are use to, unprotected sex (please stay safe), dom!taehyung but sub!taehyung too— it is complicated…. oral sex (m.recieving), sth between breeding kink-exhibitionism kink, some restriction but nothing serious, taehyung and y/n have  loose mouths, jealousy sex?

word count: 11K

A/N2:  I have two assignments due this Tuesdays but I promised for an update. So, here it is. I didn’t edit this. Enjoy my madness…

A/N2:  This can be read own its own, but my other works are connected to each other by characters. If you like to check my other work: Sweet Welcoming , Norway and my masterlist. Take care and stay safe. 

Taehyung doubted massively whether this was normal. A clean house and getting you pregnant was literally giving him an erection equally. But yup, it was correct. As soon as he entered his large clean house, his chest was filled with domesticity followed by his dick filled with blood. 

“You should have got her pregnant, man, then, you could be like me,” Sungho said after taking a shot of soju. He was already drunk along with Seokjin, Namjoon and others Taehyung couldn’t see now. 

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The First Day of Christmas

25 Days of Christmas Challenge

Prompt: Day 1 - Opening the first door of the Advent Calendar

Authors Note - so I haven’t written anything in years, plus this is my first BTS oneshot. @writerofbts​ tagged me in this festive challenge, which inspired me to get back into writing :) I’ll do my best to keep up with the days, although some may be a little late. I hope you enjoy day one x

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“Babe..” I whispered to the sleeping body next to me “are you awake?” The morning sun beamed through the white curtains into our shared room, and as much as I didn’t want to leave my warm, cozy bed and face the first day of winter, it was also the first day of December! Nothing made me more excited than the festive season. 

I snuggled into my warm boyfriend, causing him to stir and open his eyes slowly and groan, still riddled with sleep. He smiled sleepily, “morning” he spoke lower and croakier than usual. His morning voice always made my heart flutter. 

“Good morning” I smiled back “happy first of December!”

“We can open our advent calendars today” Taehyung grinned, stretching his arms above his head before sitting up and ruffling his messy bed hair. I sat up next to him, groaning as I stretched, only to yelp out when I felt his fingers poke into my side, a cheeky smile plastered on his face. 

We made our way downstairs to our living room, turning on the light to reveal the decorations occupying the space. The main feature, a large Christmas tree next to the window covered with warm lights and a combination of classic and rustic decorations. We both agreed on a simple, yet elegant theme for the tree for our Christmas together. 

“Do you want day 1″ I asked him, as I picked up the advent calendar off the shelf. Taehyung came up behind me, wrapping his bare arms around my waist. 

“Here” he reached around and opened the door for day 1, fumbling to get the chocolate out. He held it up inspecting the shape of a snowflake molded into the small piece. Taehyung then allowed me to take a bite, before placing the rest in his own mouth. 

“Yum” he smiled, before placing a sweet kiss against my lips. 

“I was just thinking that..”

“We should open the other one now” he beamed, shaking me from the daze he left me in.

I loved treating and surprising people at Christmas, and had previously told Taehyung about the idea of a homemade advent calendar. Each day you would give the person a small gift, whether it’s something Chrismassy or even a joke present. Taehyung loved the idea, and suggested the two of us do it for each other throughout December. 

“Ooo let me go first” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the garland I had put up in the hallway while he was in bed last night.

“What’s this” he laughed, inspecting a row of festive themed pegs, a number from 1 to 24 written on each. Every peg was holding a small card.

“Open it” I smiled, giddy with excitement. 

Taehyung pulled the card from the peg marked number 1, and began reading outloud “You gift for day one is hidden in the cupboard where we keep our fun”

Taehyung looked at me in surprise “you made me a treasure hunt?! And for twenty-four days?”

“Do you like it?” I asked shyly. 

“I love it” he smiled, pulling me in to his broad chest and kissing the top of my head. 

“The cupboard where we have fun..” he repeated, turning his mouth to the side as he thought where his gift could be. He suddenly turned without saying a word, and ran towards the cupboard in the living room stacked with our video and board games. Moving things around until I heard him shout “Ah-ha!”

I laughed at his boyish behaviour, watching as he began unwrapping his gift. 

“Oh my god Y/N, you know me too well!” He laughed, holding up a packet containing novelty Christmas face masks.

“I thought you’d want to keep your skin healthy during the colder season. Plus I think they’ll look really good on you” I teased “especially the elf!” 

“Thank you Y/N. Okay! My turn!” he said suddenly, running into his studio across the hall. He returned thirty seconds later with a medium size present wrapped neatly (Taehyung always took pride in his gift wrapping). He smiled at me, handing over the gift. 

Carefully unwrapping it, smiling when I got a glimpse of the gift inside and pulling out a pair of incredibly festive pyjamas!

“Tae! I love them!”

“Wait that’s not all!”

“Wha-” I started, but he had already made his way back into his studio.

“Stay there!” he shouted from the other side of the door. Minutes later he returned, wearing a pair of pajamas matching the ones he just gave me! 

“Oh my god..” I laughed

“Now we can match for all of December” he beamed, posing in his new sleepwear.

“You truly know what a girl wants for Christmas, Kim Taehyung” 

“Someone to do sickly couply things with, like dressing up in matching pjs” he teased, taking my hands in his own.

“Exactly”

Broody Taehyung

25 Days of Christmas Challenge

Prompt: Day 2 - Going Shopping for Presents Together

Authors Note - As you can tell from the name of this blog, and if you follow my main, V is my main bias. So rather than writing separate time/member oneshots, I’ve decided to turn this challenge into a continual Christmas story :) Also, I know I haven’t been uploading each prompt on the actual date, but I do plan on finishing each one eventually :)

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“So we’ve bought for Seokjin, Namjoon, Jimin, and your sister, we just now need to buy for Yoongi, Hoseok, Jeongguk, your brother and both our parents” I said aloud looking through the list on my phone. Taehyung and I were sat in a booth in the shopping centre starbucks (our mission to try all the festive drinks this year), enjoying a break from our Christmas shopping. “Have you got any ideas on what to get your brother?”

I noticed he was absently staring out the window “Tae?”

"I can’t wait until that’s us” he said randomly.

I followed his gaze to the outside window. As is done every year, the shopping centre had set up a small festive display of fake trees, animatronic reindeer and a crazy amount of warm coloured fairy lights. Within the area, children were lining up to meet Santa, one child currently sat upon his lap, surely listing a range of toys he hoped he had been good enough to receive on Christmas morning.

I looked towards Taehyung, his lips turned up into a small smile before turning to meet my eyes. When I didn’t answer he continued to explain further “taking our own kids to meet Santa.”

“You think about that?” I asked shyly. 

“Of course” he said proudly, which quickly turned to embarrassment “don’t you?”

Of course I did. It wasn’t long after we started dating that I would picture what a future with Taehyung would be like. I knew he wanted a big family, and he knew how much I loved kids and wanted to be a mother. However, this was the first we had ever spoke about future children between us. 

“I do. A lot” I smiled. “Christmas would definitely be more magical.

“We could get their photo taken with Santa. Even a family one, and send it to all our friends and family”  Taehyung said “and spoil them with so many presents.”

I laughed, shaking my head “They definitely would be the most spoiled child at Christmas. Especially with you as their father!” 

“But we would also do so many family things, like picking out a Christmas tree and decorating it just the three of us, holding up our child so they could put the star on top at the end... Putting them to bed on Christmas Eve, while we lay out milk and cookies for Santa, seeing their face in the morning when they realise he’s visited... Sitting around the Christmas tree in our pyjamas opening presents”

I smiled at the scene Taehyung was painting, a Christmas as a little family “I hope you know that nothing would make me happier” I smiled. 

We both looked towards the children meeting Santa, just as a young couple, not much older than us, were at the front of the line. We watched as the dad placed their baby on Santa’s knee, the parents kneeling down next to them and putting their arm around each other. The woman taking the photo started shaking a small bell, in order to gain the baby’s attention for the photo. At the sound of the chiming, the baby began to giggle, and the photo was taken. At that moment I saw what could easily become my future. Taehyung must have thought the same thing, as I suddenly felt his hand reach over and grab mine. 

“I can’t wait to start a family with you” he said.

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“Do you want to call it a day?” I asked Taehyung, after we finally found a present for his younger brother. We still needed to buy something for both his and my parents, but having already spent the whole day shopping for everyone else exhaustion had finally hit us.

“Yeah. Do you want to meet me in the car though?” he began handing over the shopping bags to me “I just saw something - yes it’s a present for you” Taehyung said as I tried to interject “I just really want to get it now”

“Alright, I’ll meet you in the car”

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I had finished packing the car with our gifts, and was only scrolling on my phone for around five minutes when Taehyung returned. He wasn’t carrying a bag, but one of his pockets was slightly larger than the other.

“No peeking” he smirked.

As we drove back to our shared apartment, my curiosity eating at me, wondering what sort of gift Taehyung needed to buy today.

Mine or Yours?

25 Days of Christmas Challenge

Prompt: Day 3 - Deciding where you’ll spend Christmas

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It was late afternoon, Taehyung was engrossed in one of his video games while I was attempting to catch up on some reading, only to keep getting distracted by the screen. Taehyung’s phone started buzzing on the coffee table in front of him.

“Oh. It’s my mum” he said, bringing the phone up to his ear, answering in Korean. 

Since dating, Taehyung had been teaching me Korean, while his English had continued to improve due to my own speaking background. However, I was far from being a fluent speaker of the Korean language! I got up to grab a drink while Taehyung was on the phone to his mum, only catching the occasional word I recognised as well as my own name a few times. I continued to do a few small tasks while Taehyung caught up with his mum.

“How is she?” I smiled, once he hung up the phone.

“Good. She actually rang to ask what we were doing for Christmas.”

This was our second Christmas together, spending the previous year with my own family. Even then, Tae had already felt at home and a part of our family. I had assumed it would only be fair to spend Christmas with his this year, but we had yet to discuss it.

“I guess we’re still yet to decide. What are you thinking?” I asked.

“Mum said she’d love to have us come visit for a bit.”

“That sounds wonderful!” I had only met Taehyung’s family a handful of times, but always felt welcome around them. Plus the idea of spending Christmas in the town where Taehyung grew up really excited me.

“Really?” he smiled. 

I sat down next to him, nodding.

“I guess I would just feel bad, you don’t get to see your family. I know how close you are.” He was always so considerate.

“They’ll be disappointed, but I know they will understand. You spent Christmas in Y/Country last year, so it’s only fair if we visit your family. And I would love if you showed me around where you grew up.”

“They’ll both be overjoyed, especially mum!” He smiled, pulling me in for a hug. “I can’t wait for your to experience a Korean Christmas!”

“Me either!”

“Maybe we can drive up a few days before?” He suggested.

“If the road trip involves Christmas carols then I’m in!”

“For sure! I’ll ring back mum and let her know we’ll be there” Taehyung smiled, as he scrolled to his mother’s contact on his phone, one of his arms still wrapped around my waist.

I Love You most through 2am tears

25 Days of Christmas Challenge

Prompt: Day 5 - Christmas Argument

Warnings - language

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“Tae..?” I softy opened the door to his studio seeing he was still hunched over his computer, working on lyrics. It was nearly 11pm, and he had been working all day, only taking a break for dinner - which he ate quickly without saying much, in order to return to his desk. 

“Tae” I repeated “it’s getting late, why don’t you come to bed and rest.”

He threw his head back, groaning “I can’t Y/N, this needs to be done!”

“But you might feel more refreshed tomorrow” I pushed.

“Management needs them by the end of the week and I barely have anything good” he complained, obviously stressed.

“I’m sure what you’ve got is fine, you’re just stressed and overworked. I really thin-”

Taehyung cut me off “I’m stressed because you keep pushing me to come to bed when I’m trying to work!” Annoyance in his voice.

“I’m only pushing because I care about you, and your health” my own voice starting to raise at him.

“If you cared so much about me you’d leave me alone to get this fucking work done then!” 

Taehyung and I had our fair share of couple disputes, but they were usually about trivial things, easily solved with a quick apology and a good cuddle session.

“Maybe if you stop acting like a spoiled brat! You’ve done nothing to help all day!”

“No, I’m just trying to earn money so you can have a good Christmas!” he yelled.

“Which I chose to spend with you, Taehyung! Over my family.”

“Fuck Y/N, then go and spend Christmas with your family! I couldn’t care less.” 

Taehyung’s eyes widened, immediately regretting the words leaving his lips, but the damage was done. Tears began to form in my eyes, and to avoid him seeing me cry I stormed out of his studio, shouting how self-absorbed he was. One part of me wanted to embrace him and help him de-stress, but that was overpowered by how frustrated I was with him. This was the first he had ever really hurt me, and I couldn’t even stand to look at him right now. I eventually fell asleep on top of the bed covers, my eyes heavy from crying. 

                                                            ***

I awoke a few hours later to find that I had been covered with a blanket. I turned to find no Taehyung next to me, but could hear muffled crying downstairs. I swung my legs out of bed, pulling down Taehyung’s shirt, which sat much larger on me. As my bare feet pressed against the carpet, I found him sitting in the lounge, his head in his hands. I sat down next to him, enveloping him into a hug, his head pressed above my chest. 

“I’m sorry jaji” he sniffled, defeated. “You know I didn’t mean a word of what I said.”

“It’s fine baby, we both said things we didn’t mean”

“You know I wouldn’t want to spend Christmas with any one else. I regretted those words as soon as I said them” he sighed. 

“It did really hurt me” I said, causing Taehyung to hang his head, ashamed of what he had said. “But I know you were just frustrated” I soothed, rubbing his arm. 

“It was no excuse for yelling at you though, you only wanted what was best for me. And I knew that”

“I did. But I also shouldn’t have been so insistive when I knew you were stressed. I’m sorry I made it worse. Do you feel any better” I asked 

He nodded “I’m sorry I made you cry yourself to sleep as well. I hate that I was the reason for that.” 

I kissed his tear stained cheek. “If you feel like you’ve got too much pressure on you, you should speak to someone. At least talk to me. Please?” 

“I put the pressure on myself. I wanted these lyrics done before Friday because.. I’ve had flights book for Saturday morning..” 

“To where? What for?” 

“Y/Country”

“Tae..”

“I’m happy we get to spend Christmas with my family, but I also want us to spend time with your family. Maybe have an early Christmas Day with them.” he smiled. “What I said earlier about not caring couldn’t be less true.”

“I can’t believe you did this” I could feel the tears forming in my eyes once again, but this time out of happiness.

“This wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you. It was suppose to be an early Christmas present” he laughed, sighing. “Your parents helped me organise it. We’re staying with them for a week.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you” unable to wipe the smile off my face “you truly are the most thoughtful person.” 

Taehyung pulled me onto his lap, and I brushed his wavy hair away from his eyes. He softly pressed his lips against my own. We didn’t need a passionate make out session, we just needed to feel the other person, to know we were there for each other. 

I rested against Taehyung’s chest, as he laid back on the couch. Silence enveloping us in the dimly lit room, allowing us to just be there together.

“Did you finish the lyrics” I asked softly after a while.

“I did actually” he laughed “I think all the emotions I was feeling inspired some creative flow or something.”

“What’s the song about?”

“Us” he smiled.

I didn’t answer, worried our fight had led him to write something negative.

“It’s about how much I hate fighting with you and how depressed I feel when we’re not talking.”

“Can I hear it” I quietly asked.

He grabbed a small pile of paper from the coffee table, I could see areas had been crossed out and written over until the perfect lyric was found. He quietly sang in his soft, deep voice, exactly how he felt, fully vulnerable in front of me. 

I didn’t think it was possible to fall even more in love with him, but here we were on the couch at 2am, the only light coming from the lamp behind us. Both our eyes red from crying, and I had never loved him as much as I did in this moment.