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au where taehyung and you are dating and you have been invited to spend christmas with his family but you are both so horny for each other so you resort to fucking in his childhood bedroom with his hand over your mouth bc otherwise his family nextdoor would hear you
(yes this will be a fic hehe)
very tempted to write a harry potter au where taehyung is a slytherin death eater sort of like draco malfoy. so like very angsty backstory but he falls in love with a ravenclaw yn whose mum is a muggle so like forbidden love vibes kinda. they are also both natural-born occlumens and they train together or something bc they are forced to. but also lots of enemies to lovers feels. tae is a sad boy, oc a sad girl but they find comfort in each other's arms. :(
The Holi-Date (M)
Author: @kpopfanfictrash , as part of the A Very, Merry Fic-Mas! collab with @lamourche , @kittae , @underthejoon , @hobidreams , @floralseokjin and @winetae
Creative Contributor: @baebae-goodnight for this exquisite moodboard (THANKS, TIFFY!)
Pairing: Taehyung / Reader (female)
Genre: Fake Dating / Neighbors
Word Count: 40,556
Rating/Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Oral (female receiving), dirty talk, spanking, fingering, marking, big dick, consumption of alcohol and a holiday sweater with the word ho on it.
Summary: When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and – oh, yeah – tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning.
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Boyfriend for Hire
BTS Ot7 x Reader
Chapter 39
Here it is y'all! So sorry for the late upload. I've been taking care of my mom since her surgery and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it hard to write in my usual environment 😅. I'm working on more chapters as this is posted, so regularly scheduled releases will be back tomorrow 💜💜
“God. This place is a mess.” I sighed, tiptoeing around all the dismantled racks and merchandise.
Both Hoseok and Jungkook accompanied me to the shop even though I told them they didn’t have to. Neither of them would take no for an answer though, so I couldn’t argue anymore. The damage looked even worse now that it was bright outside.
“We’ll get it sorted out in no time. Kookie, you start in the back. Y/N and I will get to work up here.”
Jungkook set off for the back room before I could stop him.
“Hobi, seriously. You guys don’t have to stay. I’m sure you need to get back to clients, and Jungkook has two businesses to run-“
Hoseok took my shoulders in hand, squeezing them as he gave me that brilliant smile.
“I already called and canceled all of my meetings for today. I can’t just leave you and Kat to clean this all up by yourselves. We’re staying.”
Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Kat made her way through the front doors carrying a carrier full of coffee.
“Holy shit.” She gawked at the state the store was in. “When I get my hands on those assholes.”
She swore colorfully as she handed me and Hoseok a coffee.
“You must be another of the Brady Bunch. Just as sexy as the rest of them, I see.” Kat smirked looking Hoseok up and down.
The poor man looked completely caught off guard. Mouth opening and closing as he held his coffee. I laughed, enjoying seeing him so flustered.
“Kat got your tongue?” her smirk turned into an evil grin.
“Well, I’ve been told you’re rather… bold.”
She shrugged, fishing out the last couple of coffees.
“You’ll get used to me, don’t worry. Now, where’s the stud? I got him one too.”
“Stud?” Hobi looked to me questioningly.
“She means Jungkook.” I giggled and pointed to the back room. “He’s in the back.”
Kat saluted the two of us and headed to the back to find him.
“Where’s my favorite matchmaker?” she sang as she walked through the doors.
“I better be the only matchmaker you know.” I heard Kook reply before I couldn’t hear them anymore.
I shook my head smiling as I took a sip of my drink. Those two were born to be friends. It reminded me a lot of what Jin had said to me the night he had taken me home from the bar fiasco with Tae. Looking back now that seemed like so long ago.
“Well, I’ll start with the glass and the racks.” Hobi volunteered, setting his cup down on the counter.
“I guess I’ll sort through everything and see what I can save.”
We worked through most of the mess pretty quickly. My pile of whatever I wouldn’t be able to put back on the floor a lot larger than I would have liked, but at least it wouldn’t go in the trash. Most of it I could probably keep and refurbish for other projects. The register was toast. I would have to order a new one along with several new mirrors. The racks and tables were functional albeit looking a little worse for wear, but for now they would have to do. I could always swap them out later.
By the time the lunch hour rolled around, I didn’t even have to suggest anything before Taehyung was waltzing through the front doors with arms full of to go bags.
“Someone ordered delivery.” He chirped, setting down everything he had.
“Did we?” I asked skeptically, shooting Hoseok a look.
“Well, not you specifically. Jin ordered for everybody, and I was the only one nice enough to pick it up and bring it to you.”
“The only one slacking off is more like it.” Hobi corrected, sifting through everything Tae brought.
Whether Tae heard it or chose to ignore it remained to be seen as he hugged me.
“It’s looking good, sweet girl. I came to help with whatever you still needed.”
“Hobi and I are pretty much done up here. I haven’t checked on Kat and Jungkook. We do have a bit of trash to take out.”
Tae followed me to the back of the store where Jungkook and Kat were lifting one of the shelves that had been knocked over. It looked so much better than it did last night. The two of them had cleared the floor, whatever wasn’t damaged placed back where it was or close to it and everything else placed in trash bags.
“It’s looking good back here guys.”
“Luckily most of it was just thrown around it looks like. I didn’t find anything missing. There is one shelf we’ll need to replace, but other than that, not too bad. Oh, and the door.” Kat said, wiping her hands together and making sure the shelf was level.
“Yeah that’s toast.” Jungkook grimaced, casting a look over to the back entrance. “I tried to see if I could do anything with it, but I can’t even open it. Probably just be better to replace the whole thing.”
“Noted. The front is a little worse for wear. I’ll have to get a new register and mirrors. Most likely replace the racks at some point too. Tae brought lunch. We should all take a break.”
“My second favorite bestie boy toy?” Kat asked excitedly, peeking around the shelf to see Tae.
“Hey Kat.” He chuckled, fist bumping her as she approached. “I see a congratulations is in order.”
I looked at him confused, his head nodding down at Kat’s hands. Looking down, I noticed the fat engagement ring sitting on her left ring finger that I had no idea how I had missed the first time. A huge gasp escaped me as I grabbed her hand and ogled the diamond.
“Jackson!?” I asked excitedly.
“He asked me last night.” She gushed, showing off the ring.
“Kat! That’s amazing! Why didn’t you tell me!?”
“After the night you had? I didn’t want to make it seem like I was downgrading what happened here at the shop.”
“Are you kidding? I could’ve used news like this. It would have made my shitty day worth it.”
I pulled her into a hug, the two of us squeezing each other tightly.
“It’s about time though. If Jackson wasn’t going to ask you soon, I would have.” I joked.
“Hey. What about us?” Jungkook pouted.
“Chicks before dicks.” Kat shrugged. “Now can we go eat? I’m starving.”
She brushed past both Jungkook and Tae, the former of the two still sporting a pout. Bottom lip deliciously plump as it jutted out.
“I’m just teasing.” I whispered to him.
“No, she’s not. Besides, Y/N is the only woman I would willingly swing for, so just be aware of that if you all ever decide to do something stupid.”
Both Tae and Kook whipped their heads around to stare at me. I threw my hands up in a shrug before following her. Hoseok was still setting out food when I rounded the corner, having completely missed the conversation. Then again, he was just starting to get used to Kat, so maybe it was for the best. Everyone joined us, digging into the meal Tae had brought and Jin had bought. I would have to thank him later.
“So, are you the boyfriend?” Kat directed at Hoseok.
“Boyfriend?” Hoseok asked, looking to me.
“She means the one who I signed the contract with.”
“Yeah. I’ve met five of you now and somehow have still missed the elusive boyfriend. I’m beginning to get impatient.”
Hobi laughed before shaking his head.
“Sorry. No. I’m not.”
“Damn it!” she growled, throwing her plastic spoon at her empty bowl. “Why doesn’t he come around? Does he have something against me?”
“How could he have anything against you? He hasn’t even met you.” I giggled, scooping some of the noodles out of Taehyung’s bowl and popping them in my mouth.
“Unless you’ve been saying things behind my back and now he’s scared.”
I gave her an unimpressed look.
“There’s nothing they know about you that isn’t true. If you scare him off, that’s not my problem.”
“On the contrary, I think you and Yoongi would get along quite well.” Hoseok nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“Yoongi. So that’s his name?”
I nodded. “The only two you haven’t met are Yoongi and Namjoon.”
“Namjoon. That one sounds familiar.”
“The lawyer.” I supplied.
“Ah. Right, I remember now.”
I attempted to steal another scoop of noodles from Tae, who had decided to wrestle me for them this time. He deflected all my attempts to sneak my fork in, swatting it back from his food playfully. He held them out of reach and just as I tried to puppy dog eye him for a bite, Jungkook slid his bowl across the table towards me. I abandoned my attack on Tae for the defenseless bowl, but before I could dig in, Taehyung slid it back towards Kook.
“I’ll feed her.” He groused, offering me his bowl once again.
I rolled my eyes at the two of them, but a smile still tugged at the corners of my mouth. A snort had all of us looking at Kat who, along with Hoseok, watched all of us fondly.
“You all are just too cute together. I might become a diabetic.”
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Boyfriend for Hire
BTS Ot7 x Reader
Chapter 41
Alright y'all. I need everyone to take this 18+ warning seriously. This chapter is pure filth. Honest to Namjesus. I have no fucking clue what happened here. My imagination went nuts and I just ran with it. Let's not delve into it too deeply 😅
Once again, it's a ridiculously long smut scene because I apparently am incapable of fitting everything into 4 or 5 pages. So there will be a second part. Look forward to it 💜💜
Famous last words. Watching Hoseok dance in his element was like watching a stripper work the pole. The man exuded power and confidence and all his movements were smooth and sensual. I wasn’t even sure he was meaning them to come off that way, but that’s exactly how it found me. My breath was keeping time with his motions and the beat of the music, catching when he would pause between beats and speeding up as the song did. And God, the hip thrusts had my thighs clenching together painfully tight. My muscles were aching along with my core that was weeping for him, and he wasn’t even touching me.
I would be willing to bet he knew the effect he had on me too. There was no way he didn’t as his gaze would periodically find mine in the mirror and roam my figure, pausing to linger just a little longer at my legs that were tense as I tried to control the ache in my loins. His stare was dark and intense, the way he would tilt his head back and look at me through half-lidded eyes. Inside, I was burning. It was so hard for me to not just go up to him and demand him to fuck me the same way he was doing to the air. But the sun shining through the window illuminating him and the entire rest of the room coupled with the amount of traffic on the street kept me glued to my seat. Barely.
By the time he finished, my panties were ruined. My skin was flushed, and I knew my gaze was heavy with desire. Sweat covered his face and dampened his hair. The slight curl from earlier replaced with almost perfect ringlets and stained a darker brown with the moisture. Never in my life had I ever found sweat on a man as sexy as I did in this moment. And every time his hands pushed it off his face or ran a towel through it, I felt ready to faint.
“You okay?” he asked, grinning at me as he knocked back another bottle of water.
I watched, mesmerized at the way his adams apple bobbed with every swallow. I licked my lips, thirsty as well, but maybe not so much for water as I was something else entirely.
“Huh?” I responded distractedly.
“You look like you were the one dancing for the past hour and a half rather than me.”
I hummed; not sure I could say much more than that as my eyes wandered further down his figure. I could hear the amusement in his voice, matched by his eyes as I finally dragged mine up to meet his again.
“Would you like to dance with me?” he questioned with a tilt of his head as he approached.
“I don’t really dance.” I murmured.
“That’s not what I heard.” He whispered huskily, a wicked grin taking over his features. “I heard you dance quite well. Yoongi and Jimin have sung your praises quite boisterously.”
“Yoongi and Jimin? I didn’t dance wi-“ I trailed off as I understood his meaning. “Oh.”
I licked my lips slowly, Hoseok’s eyes watching the movement ardently. I felt myself nodding before I could remember consciously making the decision.
“I would love to dance with you Hobi.” My voice came out breathlessly.
His own breath came out harshly and his eyes closed as he tried to level his breathing.
“Upstairs. Right now.” He ground out, turning around to quickly shut off the music before dragging me behind him and out the doors.
The wind felt nice against my heated skin as I stood there waiting for Hoseok to lock the doors. He did so swiftly, wrapping one arm around my shoulders as he led us to the stairs beside the studio leading to his office. Neither of us were dressed to be outside in this weather. We didn’t care to grab our coats on the way out. I’m pretty sure we weren’t too bothered by it at the moment either. My head was clouded with lust, too affected at this point to really care what happened as long as I got my hands on the man in front of me.
We barely entered his office before we were on each other. Hoseok’s lips crashing into mine as he kicked the door shut behind him with his heel. He pushed us away from the door, guiding me in the direction of the sofas, leaving my mouth long enough to drop down onto one and pull me onto his lap. I held him tightly, slotting my mouth against his in every angle I could wanting more. We moaned into each other’s mouths, our passion making us desperate.
His hand drifted between us, cupping my pussy, and grinding his hand into my clit. I pulled back with a whine, grinding my hips in time with his hand, letting my head fall back as I lost myself to the feeling.
“Fuck. You’re so wet princess.”
“For you Hobi. I’m so wet because of you.”
A low groan escaped him, his hands fisting my shirt roughly and yanking it over my head. My bra didn’t fare any better as he removed it impatiently. His mouth latched onto one of my nipples, sucking hard a couple of times making me gasp before pulling away with a pop.
“I can’t wait. I’ll worship you and fuck you like you deserve as the princess you are later, but I’m on the edge right now and I have to get off.” His voice was husky as he tugged his own shirt over his head.
He helped me stand, tugging my pants down my legs and kissing me again as he moved us further into the office. He swiped an arm across his desk, everything within reaching distance clattering to the floor as he sat me on top of it. He pulled away, eyes darkening as he looked at me on top of his desk. His fingers finding my pussy again.
“Hoseok.” I whined, bucking my hips.
His fingers ghosted across my panties making me mewl again. “My name sounds so pretty coming from your lips.”
His lips captured mine in another scorching kiss. My legs came around his slender waist, pulling him closer to my body as I cupped the back of his head to keep him with me. The kiss was feverish, both of us past the point of caring where we were. All that mattered was him. His damp hair swept across my forehead as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. I felt his fingers loop through my underwear at my hip and with a hard tug, the fabric ripped. The action was so sexy I couldn’t even be mad about it right now as he yanked the intact portion down my thigh and threw them to the side.
I knew how crazy this was. Me, perched on his desk with him half naked. There were no blinds in his office, the only saving grace being the fact that his desk was far enough from the windows that it wasn’t visible from the street. Hoseok’s hand drifted down the outside of my thigh to my knee, lifting my leg to hike it higher on his waist so he could fit himself better between my thighs. The barrier of my underwear now removed meant that there was nothing between him and I except for his sweatpants which didn’t do anything to hide his erection. It bumped my entrance making my breath hitch.
I ripped my mouth from his beginning to feel lightheaded with all the sensations. Every touch from him was like a direct line to my arousal. My body felt like a separate entity. Everything overwhelming me to the point that I was floating, and my brain was turning to mush. Hoseok was my center, grounding me while inflicting sweet torture on me at the same time. He leaned down, taking one nipple in his mouth while rolling the other between his fingers. The gasp that left me was obscene, my body trembling under his ministrations as he groaned, thrusting his hips into mine.
I’ve never orgasmed without direct stimulation, but I was close. He had me so worked up, his dance serving as enough foreplay for me to be completely soaked and ready for him. My pussy throbbed, begging for more while at the same time I reveled in the way he explored me. My desire pooled between my thighs, no doubt drenching the front of his pants and his desk. If the thought bothered him, he made no indication as he released my nipple with one last tug of his teeth to give the same attention to the other one.
“H-Hobi.” I wailed, literally melting beneath him as my body gave out.
I fell back against his desk, my breath coming out in harsh pants as he followed me, not letting up for a second. The new angle gave him more room to grind against me harder. The head of his cock hitting my clit with every movement. I gripped his hair hard, probably harder than I should have, but I was too far gone. My orgasm hit me like a freight truck, black spots clouding my vision. I shut them tightly, trying to stave off the urge to pass out as I rode it out. I must have been being loud as his mouth came down on mine, drinking in my cries.
As I was beginning to come down, the overstimulation was bordering painful as I squirmed beneath him. I scooted up on the desk just a little to escape his frantic thrusts and tugged at his hair to pull him from my breasts. It took me a second to realize that I still held Hoseok’s head between my hands and the man kissing me wasn’t him. It couldn’t have been. My eyes shot open and one hand left Hobi’s hair to push back the man kissing me. My fingers curled into his shirt as my eyes met the darkened gaze of Namjoon who looked just as fucked as I was sure I did.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He breathed, a devastating smile curling the corners of his lips.
“H-how…?”
The aftereffects of my orgasm was making it harder than usual to formulate a sentence let alone my thoughts. Namjoon’s eyes flicked to Hoseok with a look that I noticed he usually reserved for when he’s less than impressed with the behavior of one of the others.
“You didn’t lock the door.”
“Oops.” Hoseok chuckled, licking his swollen lips. “I’m sorry. I was preoccupied.”
“I could tell.”
“Hey, it seemed to work in our favor though. Since you’re here, might as well join us. You don’t mind, do you princess?”
Hoseok looked at me with an eager expression. In the back of my mind, I remembered what he had told me about him and Namjoon being the two to usually share with one another. At the time, I wondered what that was like. I dreamed about it. What it would be like to be under the two of them and now that it was being offered to me and I could experience it for myself, I’ll be damned if I was walking away now. My gaze drifted to Namjoon whose hand had found its own way into my hair. He massaged my scalp softly, the comfort I always seemed to find when I was with him threatening to send me into a catatonic state as I basked in his attention.
“No. I don’t mind.” I whispered, curling my hand tighter in his shirt.
“Are you sure?” he asked, searching my eyes for any hint of doubt.
I was positive he wouldn’t find any. If there was one thing I knew for certain when it came to these men, it was that they would never do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. I trusted them to take care of me.
“Please touch me Namjoon.”
Chapter 42》
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Puppy Love - Part 8
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pairing: idol!Taehyung x reader
warnings: smut - long time reader, first time writer 🫣 reader’s first time (and it’s perfect, not reality), intercourse, fingering/oral (f receiving), swallowing, minor handjob, soft aftercare, language.
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Y/N POV:
5:52, I was finally back at Taehyung’s apartment after a long day of work. I input his security code and opened the front door, expecting Kana to come bounding over as she usually did, Yeontan running to keep up behind her.
Instead I was met with darkness. Taehyung had the day off, so I had assumed he would be home having a chill day.
He must have just gone out for the day. I thought to myself. But usually he would leave the dogs out?
Closing the door behind me, I placed my bags on the kitchen bench and was about to turn on a light, when I noticed a lamp left on in the hallway.
“Tae?” I called out, slightly hesitantly.
“Down here” he called back, and I could hear a smile behind his voice.
I let go of the breath I didn’t realise I was holding when I knew he was home and made my way towards the hallway, about to question why it was so quiet.
I stopped.
The lamp that Taehyung had left on emitted a warm glow, highlighting scattered rose petals across the floor.
“What’s all this?” I giggled. He didn’t answer.
I looked up and saw that they continued their trail up the stairs, where a warm glow flickered faintly against the walls.
“Taehyung..?” I questioned, barely audible. My mind, and heart, racing.
I kept my head down as I walked up the stairs, being careful not to trample the red and pink petals, only looking up when I reached the open door of Taehyung’s bedroom.
There he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, one leg crossed over the other. The source of the warm glow was the dozen candles scattered across each surface, rose petals spread around them.
It wasn’t until Taehyung stood up that I realised I had yet to speak. He made his way towards me, giving me a moment to take in the white dress shirt hugging his upper body, which only just hid his toned skin underneath.
“I told you I would make it special” he smiled, taking my hands into his own.
“Really?” Was all I managed to say, my voice slightly cracking. I prayed he didn’t notice, but if he did he didn’t point it out.
“Only if you want to of course” he spoke softly.
"Of course I want to" I softly replied, barely. My voice shaking with nerves.
"Well, the kids are asleep in the other room" he smirked. I stared at him as he laughed "Yeontan and Kana."
"Oh my god" I laughed, only stopping when I realised Taehyung was holding my gaze.
I was glad when Taehyung naturally took lead, pulling me in close and pressing his lips against my own. His kiss started gentle, but didn't take long for his needs to take over as his kiss became more hungry. My body responded the same, lust overcoming the nervousness I felt being so intimate with him.
His hands moved from my waist to my hips as he pulled them to press against his own. I could feel his hardness grow, causing heat to instantly rise between my legs and my breath the catch. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his large hands slide to my ass and squeeze, naturally pressing my hips even closer to his.
"Can you feel how much I want you right now" he heavily breathed between kisses.
"Mmm.. then take me" I said boldly, between our heavy breaths.
That was enough for him, as he moved to push me towards his bed pulling my shirt above my head as he went. As I sat down, he quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt, revealing his perfect caramel skin. Without taking his eyes of mine, he removed his belt discarding it somewhere on the floor, and stepped out of his black pants. I lifted my hips to slip out of my skirt before shuffling back towards the head of his bed, as Taehyung climbed across to straddle my hips.
"Tonight is all about making you feel good, love" he whispered, instantly crashing his lips to my own. Moans escaping as his hardness pressed against my growing wetness.
Taehyung began to move his lips to the spot behind my ear and slowly down my neck. I was confident he was leaving marks on my skin as he went, dominantly saying to the world I was his, and his alone.
My stomach tightened as he went from my collarbone to the top of my breasts. His hands moved to my back, pulling me up towards him. "May I?" he asked. It was only then I noticed his cheeks were starting to darken and flush. I nodded, allowing him to gently remove my bra, exposing my breasts.
"God" he muttered, brushing his thumb over one of my erect nipples before massaging with his large hand. "Mmmm" I hummed, already getting lost at the feeling of his touch alone. Taehyung began placing kisses against the other side once again, before teasing his tongue over my other nipple, instantly causing me to squeeze my thighs together.
Taehyung noticed this and stopped immediately to look up at me through his hooded eyes. "Are you trying to tell me something, darling" he smirked, rubbing one hand along my thigh.
I whimpered, becoming more and more at mercy of his touch. And his words.
Without warning, he began placing kisses down my stomach, and along the inside of my thighs. The way he teased so close to where I wanted him caused shivers to run throughout my entire body.
"Fuck, look how wet you are already darling" he smirked.
"Stop teasing" I laughed, feeling slightly embarrassed at how vulnerable I was beneath him. I noticed a shift in his eyes from hungry to soft. "Are you doing okay, love" he asked.
"Yes" I smiled.
"Are you happy if I continue" he said, rubbing his thumb over the waistband of my underwear.
"Very" I said.
Taehyung simply smiled, pulling my underwear over my hips and throwing them to the side.
My breath hitched and my hips immediately bucked up as he gathered my wetness on two of his fingers, rubbing against my clit. "Fuck" I breathed out. He slowly rubbed his thumb in small circles around my clit, as I moaned his name and threw my head back against the pillow "Taehyung.. god.. yes".
"I love hearing my name cursed on you lips like that. Just seeing what effect I'm having on you." he said deeply. He continued to rub circles with his thumb, before pressing his middle finger to my entrance.
As I waited to feel him from inside, I realised he was waiting for my okay. "Yes.. Tae.. please" I said, trying to think through his touch, my words becoming a moan as he pressed his long finger inside and began to slowly pump.
"Oh fuck" my hips starting to move in time with his finger, my body already accepting and stretching to accommodate him. Taehyung felt this too, taking it as a sign to insert a second finger. I could feel the orgasm already building up inside me every time his fingers reached my g-spot. The feeling only stopped when I felt his fingers curled down leaving behind a cold emptiness from the absence of his warm touch. I looked up to see him put his two fingers in his mouth, my mouth agape at the sight of how hot he looked in that moment. "Mmm.. you taste so good" he smirked.
"I want you.. between my legs." Taehyung's eyes widened slightly as he realised what I was asking, wasting no time to shuffle so that he face was inches from me, his hands grabbing either side of my thighs. My hips buckled towards his face as I felt his tongue move from my centre to my clit, and my hand reached down to grab a handful of his hair, loudly moaning from the contact.
My head was already starting to become dizzy with how he moved his wet tongue and swollen lips against every part of me. I could feel his spit mix with my own juices. Each time I thrusted my hips towards him, his nails dug deeper into my thighs. I began to squirm as I became more tender from his touch, which only caused him to laugh against me and hold onto my legs.
"Tae.. I think I'm close" I breathed.
"I know you are baby girl" he smiled.
"But I.. I want you inside me. Please."
"Oh?" He said, stopping to look up at me. His pink lips glistening with my wetness.
"Fuck me, Taehyung" I smiled, my chest rising and falling.
He immediately sat up, his hooded eyes filled with lust. "Fuck. I love this side of you" he said, pulling his Calvin Klein's over his prominent hip bones, exposing his full erection.
"Fuck.. you're so hot" I smiled, promoting him to climb back onto me.
With his body hovering over mine, I dragged my thumb over his slit, watching as his brows fuse together, catching his breath.
"Shit" he moaned. I used the pre-cum building up to slowly move my hand up and down his length. My small hands looking even smaller against him.
"In the.. draw" he said between his heavy breaths. Never taking my hand off him, I turned to open his bedside draw, shakily rummaging through his stuff, needing not ask what I was looking for. I fumbled to pull a condom out of the packet, before opening it with my teeth.
"Y/N" he moaned, watching as I did.
My hands started to shake - unsure if it was my nervousness or still reeling from having Taehyung's head between my legs - as I tried to place the condom onto him. Taehyung's hand grasped onto my own, helping.
He shuffled back so that his hips were just above mine, my legs instinctively opening for him.
"I'm still going to ask" he smiled softly, his face already flushed.
I nodded.
"And you'll tell me if you want to stop"
I nodded again.
My hips rolled into him, as soon as I felt the tip of him at my entrance, the two of us moaning as he pushed himself inside of me. He stayed there for a second, allowing me to adjust to his size, before rolling his hips back and forth against me.
"God you feel so good" he moaned as he grabbed ahold of the headboard above me. I looked up at him, eyes screwed shut as he bit onto his bottom lip.
My legs responded to his thrusts and opened further trying to accommodate of much of him as I could, and I couldn't help but notice the way his stomach contracted every time he did. The longer he went the faster he got, our breathing matching the speed of his hips slamming into me. Taehyung's hot breath and raspy growls at the side of my neck.
A mixture of lewd moaning and cursing of each others names, filled up the bedroom. My fingernails digging into his broad back, while my other hand grasped onto the fabric of his silk pillow. Taehyung brought his hand down to grab onto mine, sliding his fingers up my wrist until his fingers tightly intertwined.
"I'm already close for you baby"
"Me too.. oh god" The knot tightening in my lower stomach. I wanted to scream.
"Mmmm" he whimpered, rolling his hips shakily a few more times, groaning loudly as he snapped his hips one last time. That pushed me over the edge, my whole body shook, and I threw my head back, moaning loudly as I felt my orgasm wash over me, dragging my nails up his back as it did.
Breathing heavy, Taehyung collapsed on top of me. I could still feel him twitching inside me from his own orgasm.
"Fuck Y/N" he smiled between heavy breaths, pressing his sweaty forehead to my shoulder as he pulled himself out.
I turned to look at him. His face flushed, beads of sweat dripping from the front strands of his hair. The most obvious being the boxy (and exhausted) smile on his face. As I heavily breathed, recovering, I was sure I looked the same.
"Was that.. did you enjoy it?" He nervously asked.
I pulled my body closer to him. "Amazing" I smiled.
“Did I hurt you?”
“It hurt a little” I replied, causing worry to wash over his face. I shook my head “but the way you made me feel.. I guess it pushed that aside” I smiled.
“I’m sorry it hurt you” he frowned before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. It tasted salty, and I didn't know if it was sweat, or I was tasting myself on his lips. “You know I love you. So much, Y/N"
"I love you too, Tae".
"Let me grab a towel to clean us up" he smiled sweetly, contradicting the sinful mess we left all over his sheets.
We laid there together for around half an hour, a mixture of silently being in each others company, tracing skin, and still being giddy from our previous endeavour. Scratching from the other room broke us from our bubble away from the rest of the would.
Taehyung lightly sighed, as I stretched to get up, trying to piece together the clothes that had been heatedly tossed to different areas of the room. "We better let them out" I said.
"Fine. But then we can spend the rest of the night cuddling?" he whined.
"Only after you've had a shower with me" I smirked, prompting him to jump out of bed immediately.
Hello,
May I have a Peanut butter bar with Omija Tea on the side with BTS V.
Thank you!
Claiming What’s Mine
𝓒𝔀: 𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓴, 𝓓𝓸𝓶! 𝓣𝓪𝓮𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰, 𝓢𝓾𝓫! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
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The bedroom was dark, the only light coming from the moon seeping through the curtains. V and Y/n were tangled together, their limbs intertwined and their bodies pressed as close as possible. V's hands roamed over her soft skin, caressing every curve, every contour.
"You're so perfect," he murmured against her throat, his lips trailing soft kisses down to her collarbone. "I can't get enough of you."
Y/n let out a soft moan, her breath catching in her throat. "And you're insatiable," she teased, arching her back slightly as he continued his ministrations. "What am I going to do with you?"
V chuckled, his mouth ghosting over her breast. "You know you love it," he said, his voice low and seductive. "You love the fact that I can't keep my hands off you, that I want you all the time."
Y/n shivered, her body responding to every word he said. "You have a one-track mind, you know that?" she teased, trying to sound unimpressed but failing. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he continued his assault on her skin.
“You love it," he repeated, his hands roaming lower until they reached the curves of her hips. He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers more firmly. "And you know what else I want?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers in the darkness.
Y/n's heart pounded against her chest, her body responding to his every movement. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice breathless.
V's lips curved into a wicked smile. "I want you pregnant," he said bluntly, his hands squeezing her hips. "I want to see you swollen with my child, carrying my baby inside you."
Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening. She wasn't expecting that answer, but the bluntness of his words sent a thrill through her. "You... you want that?"
V nodded, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip. "More than anything," he said, his voice low and intense. "I want to see you carrying my child, experiencing the miracle of life that we created together. I want to watch you grow and change, knowing it's because of me."
Y/n felt a rush of emotions, her mind spinning with the implications of his words. She was simultaneously surprised, excited, and a bit overwhelmed. "But... I mean, we're not even married yet," she pointed out, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
“Not yet, but we will be in a couple of months.” V playfully reminds Y/n while slowly grinding his hips into Y/n.
"Yeah, I know," Y/n mumbles in response, her breath catching as V continues to grind against her. She tries to focus on the conversation, but his body against hers is distracting. "But... getting pregnant, it's a huge step. Are you sure you're ready for that?"
“Listen, I’m ready for it but if you’re not then we can wait. But if you are ready then the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant.” V yells Y/n as he gives a bit of a harsher thrust against your clothed core.
Y/n's heart races as V grinds harder against her, the sensation making her mind go cloudy with desire. She tries to form coherent thoughts, but the feel of him against her makes her struggle to concentrate.
"I... I don't want to wait," she admits, her voice shaky. "I want that too, V. I want to have your baby."
V's eyes darken, his hold on her hips tightening at her words. "Yeah?" he murmurs, his lips curling into a smile. "You want to have my baby, is that right?"
Y/n nods, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. "Yes," she confirms, her voice a mere whisper. "I want to have your child, V. I want us to start a family together."
V feels a wave of possessiveness washes over him, the primal instincts within him awakening. He rolls on top of her, trapping her body with his. He grinds his hips down against her, his voice a low rumble when he speaks.
"Then it’s settled," he says, his eyes locking onto hers. "The only way this is ending is with you pregnant."
V starts to undress you. First pulling your shirt off, playing with your breasts over your bra before finally deciding to take the bra off. Then it’s your pants, he unbuttons them and quickly pulls your pants down.
Once the pants are finally off he kisses his way back up your thigh, switching between legs.
As V undresses her, Y/n's heart races, her body responding to his touch. Her skin feels electric as his lips trail up her thigh, and she shivers as his fingers brush against her stomach.
She watches him, her eyes darkened with lust, as he kisses his way up her body. Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more of him.
Once V gets to her core he places a kiss on your clothed core before taking your panties off.
Y/n's breath hitches as V kisses her through her panties, the touch sending a shiver down her spine. She lifts her hips slightly, making it easier for him to remove her panties. Once she's finally bare, she looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire. "V," she whispers, her voice filled with need. "Please, I need you. I need you now."
V looks down at her, his gaze burning with a mix of lust and tenderness. "You have me," he says, his voice rough with desire. "You have all of me, always."
He lowers himself onto her, his body pressed against hers, the heat between them palpable. "And I'm going to do everything I can to give you what you need," he murmurs, his lips trailing down her neck.
His hands wander over her body, touching, caressing, and exploring every inch of her. He trails his fingers down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, before moving back up to her chest. His lips follow the same path as his hands, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against her skin. “So goddamn beautiful.”
V moved back up to kiss you, and as he kissed you he started to prep you. He slowly entered a finger into you moving it back and forth until he felt like you could take a second finger. Once the second finger was added he started moving his fingers faster inside you.
Y/n gasps as V's fingers enter her, her breath catching in her throat. She kisses him back passionately, her body trembling with every movement of his fingers. She moans against his mouth, her hips moving instinctively, seeking more pleasure.
Holding her hips down, V slows his movements with his fingers before pulling them out of her. He leans back to unbutton his pants, pulling them off before climbing back on top of you.
“Are you ready?” V asks Y/n
Y/n's heart pounds in her chest, her body aching for him. "Yes," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I'm ready. I want you, V. I want you so badly."
With the confirmation V slowly starts to push himself into you. "You're so wet," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "So perfect, just for me.”
Y/n moans and wraps her hands around V’s shoulder, pulling him even closer to her.
V moans in response, the feeling of her against him driving him wild. He starts to move his hips, a slow, steady rhythm that has them both panting with need.
"You feel so good," he murmurs, burying his face in her neck. "So good, I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you."
Y/n holds onto him tightly, her limbs wrapping around him, pulling him closer as they move together. She kisses his shoulder, his neck, anywhere she can reach, her body arching against his. "V," she whispers, her voice filled with need. "Don't ever stop."
V's breath catches at her words, the sound of her voice making his heart race. He increases his pace, his movements becoming more urgent, more erratic.
"I won't," he promises, his voice guttural. "I won't stop until I've made you mine until you're carrying my child. I want you, all of you, always."
“Cum, cum for me Y/n. Please cum.” V says straining his voice. As he speeds up his thrusts he reaches down and starts rubbing your clit in a fast circular motion.
Y/n’s body tenses at the onslaught of sensations as she grips V’s biceps. V's arms flex under her hands and the feeling of her nails digging into his arms sends him over the edge.
He thrusts a few more times before stilling inside of you. After he stills inside you you finally cum around him moaning into his kiss.
“I can’t wait till you’re pregnant with my child,” V says after catching his breath.
Y/n's body trembles in the aftermath, her breath coming in harsh gasps. "Me neither," she whispers, holding V close. "I want to carry your child, V. I want us to start a family together."
V kisses her again, his lips hungry and possessive. "I'll make sure you get your wish," he promises, his voice filled with determination. "Because I won't rest until you're carrying my baby."