Taehyung X Black Reader - Tumblr Posts
So….. hey 👋🏽. Longtime fic reader and long time secret writer 😂.
I write but never post really 😂 honestly I feel like my writing is 🗑️ but I digress. But I can’t ever really find what I’m looking for (except for one writer who is phenomenal but she isn’t really writing anymore) so I decided to try my hand myself.
I decided to put it out there to see if there’s any interest. I’ll start posting snippets of what I have to test the waters 😅😅
Full disclosure…. I’m into almost everything so you never know what you might get. Mainly black coded older reader. Some MxM.
Some of my favorites are sub!yandere BTS, poly BTS x reader, supernatural, A/B/O…. I’m greedy, what can I say. Like Pokémon, gotta catch them all 🙌🏽😅
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Forwarning...I'm not that fancy, never blogged before so I have no idea how to make this look appealing...maybe one day between my million kids and million jobs I'll figure it out.
Here goes nothing.... please don't be tooo harsh lol.... y'all I feel like my writing is trash lol.....ugh... ok fuck it.... Yoongi didn't raise no bitch!
He recognized the yearning in her eyes. If he allowed himself, it was the same yearning for her reflected in his. It was the last show, fuck it, he thought to himself, I’m going to enlist soon, I can have this one thing. Looking to where he’s seen her every show prior, she’s gone.
Meanwhile she cries tears of anguish watching him for the last time from afar.
Curious eyes look down on them both from above. Curious about the despair they see in her face and the lost look only they are able to distinguish within his eyes. Even more curious, when the guest comes out, she is inconsolable, leaning into her friend for support. During the show he seems to be looking for something in that particular spot but doesn’t find it. He checks all 4 corners and the lost look remains. A quick question is posed to the guest as he arrives to sit with the onlookers and he declines but is captivated none the less by the beauty and pain he sees in her face, he recognizes that pain. Deciding to put it off for now, the eyes above watch the show in pensive contemplation.
The show was amazing! she tells her friend as they plan their next move for the night. They’re both numb due to all the emotions he left on the stage. She’s emotionally raw and physically drained but thankful she was there. Or at least that’s the mantra she keeps repeating over in her head as they exit the arena for the final time.
That was phenomenal! A perfect ending to an amazing run! His family and friends tell him backstage. He isn’t sure what he’s feeling at this point yet, everything is too fresh, too new, his tears haven’t even dried yet. He regrets not finding her or trying sooner. He internally mourns what could have been and what may never be.
Meanwhile her and her friend roam the streets of Seoul in search of something to soothe the tumultuous emotions raging in their souls. They fear the announcement they know is coming come morning, “HELLO THIS IS BIGHIT MUSIC…”. Coincidentally they end up in a cafe surrounded with pictures and mementos of their idols, not the fried chicken that they’d set out for but not an unworthy substitution by any accounts.
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I'm trash, but my friend loves it. Not proofread, my bad...
“Love sometimes isn’t enough Hobi. I love you and you love me and we can love each other and not be together. I never want to hold you back or feel like I’m causing you to miss out on life or experiences. Love doesn’t equal sexual attraction. It’s ok, we…”
The look in his eyes silenced her mid-speech.
He’s never looked at her that way. Slowly, she tried to back away to maybe try to give him space and time to let what she was saying sink in. Eventually he had to see that she was right. I mean, a girl can only masturbate so much. But the further away she got, the closer he came towards her.
The thing with Hobi was when he was mad, you’d know it. He’d raise his voice a little, put some more bass in it. Let it be known. However, this was so far beyond mad, there wasn’t any space left in the room for any other emotion and the rage was so thick in the air she began to get lightheaded.
Silence as he stalked closer, eyes never leaving hers.
He didn’t have to raise his voice, the silence of the room was deafening.
“Strip”. He commanded in a voice so deep she felt it in her bones, causing her to shiver.
Filled with indignation, totally disregarding the danger her instincts told her she was in, she tried to push past him as she told him she didn’t want a pity fuck.
The words are caught in her throat as he wraps his long slender fingers around the column of her neck and squeezes in warning as he pushes her against the wall.
He never raises his voice. In a harsh whisper he states “Instead of asking me like an adult, you assume you know my reasoning” he pulls a pocketknife out of one of the many pockets in his camo. “You then decide to try to end things with me” he pushes her further into the wall and puts the blade right up under her chin. She’s shaking at this point, realizing he did just finish his service and she has no idea the things he may have endured or suffered through. She tries to plead with him but he silences her with a squeeze to the throat.
“You are mine. To fuck, to not fuck, to love, to spoil, to take care of…you are mine…”
Slowly he drags the blade from her throat to her shirt and down her chest ripping the fabric as he goes.
“You wanted to see the man behind the mask, you wanted to know why I haven’t touched you yet, why I haven’t gorged myself on your cum, fucked you until all you know is how to scream my name…well you’re about to find out….color?”
Taken aback, the word green flies from her mouth before her brain could catch up and at that utterance, he kisses her so passionately he steals her breath. Then he glares, “strip before I cut off the rest”.
Shaking she removes the leggings she was wearing and her favorite pair of boy shorts. He picks her up underneath her thighs and walks her to the bed gently lying her down. If it wasn’t for the look in his eyes, she’d think they were about to make love.
YALL IT WAS A RAT IN THE BATHROOM BY THE CAFETERIA AT SCHOOL. IM SCARED😭
sandwiched
summary: a normal day with your two boyfriends, Taehyung and Jungkook
pairing: jeon jungkook x black! fem reader x kim taehyung
warnings: implied sex, boob flashing
word count: 1.5K
The day dawned crisp and clear. The rising sun casting a rosy hue across the morning sky. Its rays seeping through the sheer curtains and down on you. You stirred, the light disturbing your sleep. Rolling over, you cuddled yourself onto the nearest chest, hiding from the sunbeams as much as possible. Naturally, his arms slung around your hips, bringing you closer to him, a kiss set upon your hairline. You question if he’s up, looking up at his peaceful state. Strays of his hair fell onto his face, his lips slightly opened. The light danced on his features as you brushed the stray hairs away to see his face better. You felt the bed shift from behind, another arm being thrown over you. His head rested on yours, body pressed against yours. You were completely sandwiched now.
You stared at the bare chest in front of you. His creamy skin is appealing and enticing. You couldn’t resist kissing there. A sleepy chuckle sounded in the room, startled, you flinch. “Couldn’t help it, huh?" he teased. You looked up. Jungkook’s eyes meeting yours, half-awake when he pulled you closer- if possible. “What are you doing up, princess?” he whispered, his fingers tracing the small of your back. “The sun,” you mumbled, knowing you won’t be able to go back to sleep. Jungkook smiled, rubbing your shoulder and gesturing behind you. You turned somewhat to see Taehyung. He was entirely knocked out.
“Guessed last night really tired him out,” Jungkook’s hands slipped down to your ass. Time stops for a moment when his lips met yours, the flutter in your chest intensifying. You could only focus on how soft his lips felt against yours. He smiled, throwing your leg to wrap around his. You felt the bulge between your legs. Your body growing hot as the kiss went on.
You heard another groan, putting you and Jungkook’s kiss to a stop. “Where’s mine, princess?” Tae asked, still half asleep. You turned, Taehyung was quick to pull you to his chest. Mouth pressed to yours, his tongue urgent to slip inside. Practically trading spit, his tongue devouring your mouth. Butterflies flew around in your stomach. Heat building up between your legs. He was never scared to be nasty with it. Jungkook held you from the back, sweet kisses littered on your neck. You let out strained moans, legs enclosing around Tae’s. He smirked, feeling you slowly beginning to grind on his leg.
Out of breath, you two pull away. Strings of saliva are left on your lips. “Morning, baby,” Taehyung mumbled. His morning voice only made the mess in your underwear even more uncomfortable. He cupped your face, giving you one last peck before getting up and heading to the bathroom. You flipped over, seeing Jungkook preparing to get up as well.
You pouted, not ready to get out of bed yet. “Come on, little one,” he encouraged. You sighed, getting up, grabbing your towel on the way out. You met Taehyung in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. He grinned, toothpaste foam dripping from his chin. You playfully cringed, pulling your top over your head, stripping down until you were fully bare. Enjoying the view, Taehyung let out a failed whistle, spit flying all over the mirror. You laugh and start the shower, waiting for the cold temperature to warm up. You slipped in when it was hot enough, letting the comforting streams beat down on your body.
Arms were loose around your waist, jolting from the sudden embrace. You glanced down, relaxing when you recognized the familiar tattooed arm. Unaware of how you threw your head back, allowing him to suck at your neck. “Couldn’t you wait till I was done?” Showers with the two always left the bathroom steamy and your legs weak. There were many times he had to carry you out of the bathroom. Not once did you ever complain.
He shook his head, now kissing along your jawline. “Let her shower,” Taehyung sided with you. Though you were happy with whatever happened.
“Fine,” Jungkook chuckled, deciding to lather you up in soap instead.
The shower was quick, minus the sex. You and Jungkook joined Taehyung in the kitchen, breakfast already made and set out on the table. Beaming at the appealing mean, you took a seat.
“Plans for today?” you started, mouth stuffed with toast. “We’re taking you to the gym today,” Jungkook answered, wiping crumbs away from the corners of your mouth. You sighed, hoping that they forgot about that.
Two weeks ago, you were begging the two to be your trainers. Going off about how you needed to lose some weight. The boys went on about how your extra weight was fine and made you more cute and cuddly. But you weren’t having that, so you begged until they gave in. A week in, you noticed that they went in hard with it. You were sore for the rest of the week and not in the way you liked. You wanted out now.
“How about we skip today and just stay home,” you tried. They shook their heads. “It’s only once a week,” Taehyung assured. “You’ll make it,” Jungkook added, caressing your cheek. Taehyung finished eating up. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” he mentioned, kissing your forehead. You watch him leave and close the bathroom door behind him.
“Let’s get ready, princess,” Jungkook took your used plate to the sink.
How can someone wear just sweats and pull it off, you thought, watching your boyfriends change in front of you. “Baby, you’re dribbling,” Taehyung teased. You rolled your eyes and handed Jungkook a rubber band. He stood behind you, pulling your braids up in a ponytail. “Leggings?” he grinned, hands gripping your ass.
Taehyung packed you guys’ water, along with some healthy snacks before heading out.
“Two more,” Taehyung counted. He held your feet down as you finished your sit-ups. You huffed, catching your breath. “Water?” Jungkook offered, the bottle hovering over your head. You thank him, taking a sip.
“Come, stretches now.” he held out his hand. You followed him to the yoga mats, hand in hand. He lets you settle first, looking out for any point where he needs to step in. His hands rest on your hips, legs nudging yours apart. “There you go,” Jungkook praised, helping you with the other position. You laid flat on your back, bringing your knee up to your chest. His face being super close to yours, he assisted you in holding that state, a smirk laying on his features. You shift your attention somewhere else to avoid your cheeks from heating, eyes landing on Taehyung lifting weights. His shirt’s sleeves rolled up and displaying his toned arms. He kept a steady rhythm when lifting. A simple thing as that left you mesmerized.
You went to your next position. Sitting up with Jungkook sat behind you. His hands going to support your back when he tells you arch. It hadn’t been a second yet, but you still felt the burn. Your eyes close, taking deep breaths while listening to Jungkook count away your thirty seconds. When he finished, you thought you were too. That was until Taehyung sat in front of you, grabbing your ankles and spreading your legs wider. Beginning on his count, you groaned, wanting to go home already.
Just then, hands slid up and down your sides, threatening to slip under your sports bra. Massaging your chest, calloused fingers brushing over your clothed nipples. Your change in breathing doesn’t go unnoticed.
“What do you want for dinner, baby bear,” You furrowed at the nickname, a whimper leaving your lips when Jungkook’s cold hand caressed your breasts. “Homemade,” you answered. He nodded, releasing your legs, Jungkook fixing your top back. “Guess that’s it for today’s workout,” he mentioned. The two helping you up, pretending that Jungkook didn’t just expose your boobs to the entire gym.
At home, you three started early on your night routine. It was still light out, the evening sun casting shadows. You just wanted to get into bed.
You set the face mask on Jungkook after you were done with Tae’s. Concluding the skincare part in a fit of giggles because of the two.
You three cooked. Agreeing on kimchi fried rice. You helped Tae put on the rice, assisting Jungkook in cutting the needed ingredients. When you were sure they were set, you went to put on a movie.
You all ate till you were stuffed. Arms wrapped around Taehyung’s neck, you sat in his lap half asleep, the soothing rub Jungkook gave to your aching legs was an addition to your drowsiness. Yet you blinked your eyes open, persistent about wanting to finish the movie first before going to bed. Once they heard your snores, that was it. They shut the movie off and carried you to bed.
Taehyung kissed your cheek while Jungkook struggled to fix your bonnet on, later kissing the corner of your mouth.
Face nuzzled into Tae’s chest and having Jungkook hugging you from behind, you felt at peace being squished between the two, drifting off to deep sleep.
One of Your Girls: KTH x Black Reader
Pairing: Actor Taehyung x Friend zoned Black Reader
Reader is delusional (like most of us), kinda feel bad, down horrendous, love sick for sure. Kinda mopey tone
I never could have imagined myself being a The Weekend girl. A girl who was so desperate for male attention that she convinced herself that being a side-chick was okay. Uttering that stupid phrase "he knows where home is." I actively laughed and made fun of those girls. Side chicks who believed that they would one day become the wife. That the man who was dragging her along would come to his senses. That she had something special and would motivate him to change his dirty dog ways. Ha! What fools.
Yet there was a voice that didn't belong to me , reciprocating that belly-aching laugh.
Look at you in madly in love with a man who sees you as nothing more than a friend.
Even though no one was pointing that finger at me the embarrassment was swallowing me up whole. Yet again here I laid in the California King bed, alone, hoping he would still be here with me. That after he tucked me into bed, that he would be curled up beside me. I wouldn't dare allow myself to hope that maybe in our mutual intoxication, we shared this bed in a more intimate sense. That I finally escaped the isolating box of friendship. Removing the burn of being called his friend, but rather yet just his.
"Ms. Yn? Are you awake?" Judah Tae's assistant spoke on the other side of the door. Huh, I guess he knew about me staying the night. I wasn't a total fool to know that Judah coming to wake me up, was a clear sign from Tae that my window of being a guest was rapidly closing. He was too much of a coward to address me head-on and politely kick me out. So he tasked that to either his softspoken Judah or his rough-around-edges security guard Binky. At this point I would have preferred Binky to wake me up.
"I'm up, Judah." I picked up my belongings that were scattered across the ground. Nothing too serious but a bright red corset top and a slinky black maxi skirt.
"Your phone and purse are on the dining table, and your Uber is outside. No need to rush out, take your time."
Judah added that last sentence to cushion the blow that I was again getting the discreet dismissal from his boss. I was the pitiful girl who couldn't get the hint. Or perhaps refused to get the hint.
I sat in front of the vanity mirror, getting myself together. Yes, I was a bit prideful. Even though I was on the edge of another anti-climatic emotional breakdown, I'll be damned if I showed it. If fake it til I make it was a person, it would be me.
Drunk me in all her right mind, was smart enough to remove the layers of makeup on my face. They weren't smeared across Taehyung's satin pillow sheets. Sheets I like to think he got for me, to protect my natural hair. I just like to think that he's thinking of me.
Catching my eye were two photo frames. The larger one contained Taehyung and his castmates of Hwarang. He was the youngest and his older castmates had bunny ears behind his head. Even though it was hard to see as Taehyung was dressed in a traditional hanbok. His perfect smile on display, his big ears poking out lateral to the black head strap. He looked like a kid in the candy store. Smiling cheek to cheek, that he actually looked like his six year old self.
Should I truly feel shame for allowing myself to fall in love with a man like him. A man who was kind, interested in the things I liked, was single, intelligent, and had a passion within his career. I wouldn't be exaggerating for saying that Kim Taehyung was one of a kind. It would be hard to find another like him. No. There is no one like him. I was already lucky to be in his space as a friend. Someone who he didn't have to worry about betraying him to the gossip-hungry tabloids, airing out his dirty laundry for the world to sift through and mock. I was honored to be his number one confidant, his best friend. But I won't lie to my heart and say I wish we were something more.
I wish I met his grandmother, the most important woman of his life under the guise of lover. That he posted my face on social media holidays like National Girlfriend Day. I wish that I had an initial in his bio, showing that he was taken.
But instead, I was reminded of the reason why none of my wishes would come true. His true love was currently occupying that space. The female co-star that he was currently the lead with. She was a beautiful ray of sunshine inside and out. Everything about her was pretty. Her skin was clear and smooth, not an imperfection is sight. She had a youthful look to her, easily being mistaken as Taehyung's junior despite her being older than him. Even her name translated to 'pretty' in both her native language and Korean. I didn't need intense calculations to understand why Taehyung was in love with her. If I was a male, hell I'd probably be in love with her too.
Which is why it hurt the most seeing the two lovebirds hug each other so lovingly. Her smile was turning into rambunctious teasing. Bragging that she won this little onsided game between us. That she was the victor in this drawn-out battle for Taehyung's attention and affection.
That I YN YLN was a loser. That I earned second place. Nah. That wouldn't stand for much longer. Kim Taehyung was in love with me. A seedling somewhere in that big heart of his was reserved for me. His girlfriend was the overcast, preventing my little seed from growing. Two can play this game. And rest assured, that this time I would be victorious.
Muah Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!!!!
(just jokes- i don't support homewrecking <3)
BTS w/ Short Reader
Pairing: BTS x Black Fem Reader
Synopsis: Different moments with BTS having a short girlfriend
Request: @lelewright1234
A/N: Not edited just wanted to get it out. Will clean up later :)
Seokjin: Going to Dinner
One of the major perks of living in the city was being close to many diverse food cuisines. There was an Italian restaurant two blocks from your apartment, authentic Mexican food on the same block, and your favorite restaurant just ten minutes' walking distance away.
That was what you and Jin were currently doing. The fall breeze felt nice as you all engaged in small talk. The restaurant was a casual establishment. Not necessarily a hole in the wall, but it didn't require reservations either. Even during peak hours.
"I'm starving," you said dramatically. Your work was insane, and time just got away from you. Not even able to pick up something quickly from the nearby gas station. It was that type of day.
"Well, I just got paid, so feel free to splurge. I'm craving a juicy steak." Jin, equally enthused, rubbed his hands together. Jin had been working hard to put himself in the best position for a promotion. The industry was lucrative, but it was a dog-eat-dog world. He didn't have many 'friends' at his job. He did not see the need when he had his girlfriend, his best friend, anyway.
Taking a seat at the resteraunt, it was long before a friendly waiter greeted you all.
"Hi, welcome to Cheesecake Factory. I'm Ryan and I'll be your sever for the evening."
The waitor placed down the menus. "Can I get you started with something to drink?"
He tilted his head. "Oh my apologizes let me get you a kids menu." He rubbed the back of his head. He collected the menu in front of you so fast, you didn't have a chance to even correct him. Jin watched as you fixed your lip to correct the waiter. But he quickly shook his head no.
The waitor was moving amile a minute, and turned around going to go get a kids menu.
"I don't know if I should be offended or take it as a compliment." You jokingly posed the question.
"Take it as a compliment. Plus it's cheaper." Jin shrugged.
When the waiter came back, Jin accepted the miniature kid-sized menu.
"Okay, sorry about that. What can I get you to drink?"
Yoongi: Driving
"Good morning lovie." You cooed into the phone.
Yoongi groaned in response. Your warm greeting reminded that he agreed to pick you up from the airport. You traveled back home to your home country for a couple of weeks in the summer.
"I'm getting ready to get on my flight. I'll see you soon." You blew a kiss into the phone before hanging up. Yoongi was so delirious that he didn't even recall you hanging up. The eight-hour time difference was messing with him. He was already recovering from a long night before. He was one of those sleepers, where if you interrupted him, he couldn't go back to sleep after that.
But the warmth of the bed was working its magic. Yoongi, in one huff, flipped his pillow over. His body physically relaxed at the coolness. The satin pillowcases were a nice little touch that you added to the bedroom. They protected your natural hair in the event that your scarf slid off at night.
Soaking in the couple more hours of sleep that he got. Yoongi rolled out of bed, grabbing his keys. He shuffled slowly to his car. He slid one foot in the car, and groaned in pain as he hit his knee on the steering wheel.
Amid the pain and waking up, Yoongi looked at the driver seat.
"Why is it so far up?" He leaned down, sliding the chair at an appropriate distance for his legs. Finally getting in the car, he saw that all the car settings were off. His side mirrors turned in a lot more, and his rear view mirror was practically looking down into the back seat.
He smacked his lips, realizing the only person capable of adjusting his car settings was you, his girlfriend. You did some last-minute shopping before flying out all those weeks ago. You must have taken Yoongi's car.
He checked your location and saw that you were now twenty miles from the airport. Starting the car, hearing the engine purr. Yoongi felt his seat moving closer and closer to the steering wheel. Despite pressing the button, the car kept moving up the previous location. Yoongi's knees were damn near on top of the steering wheel.
Instead of responding grumpily, he laughed. "Shorty."
Hoseok: Clubbing
Finally, you and Hoseok reached the front of the club. Star Lounge had recently opened. You loved hitting the scene. Always being in the know. Hosoek your boyfriend was accompanying you. Thinking of your safety, a woman going to the club by herself- wasn't gonna happen on his watch. So he got dressed and met you at the line.
So after waiting nearly forty minutes in line you were rightfully upset when the security guard told you 'no.'
"What do you mean no."
"Read the sign lady." His head nodded to the sign in bold print beside him.
21+ club
"Yeah, I'm older than 21. Look at my ID." You did your best to keep calm. You are used to people thinking you are younger due to your age. Usually, a flick of your driver's license clears everything up.
The security guard was too involved in the other clubgoers to even look at the driver's license you had in your hand.
"If you hand me a fake, I'm putting you on the blacklist." He threatened.
Hoseok stepped in. Taking your license.
"We're not here to cause trouble or to hold up the line. Look at the driver's license. It's real."
With an attitude he looked at your ID. He even brought out the UV light. Flipping the card multiple times, trying to find any signs of fraud. But to be expected he couldn't find any.
"You can go in." He handed you the license, not making any eye contact. But make sure to add something smart to say. Hoseok ushered you in, taking you straight to the bar, to get the night started.
Namjoon: Pictures
You were taking yearly anniversary pictures with your fiancee Namjoon. The theme of the photoshoot was Midnight Kiss, fitting as Namjoon asked you to be his girlfriend on December 31st, mere seconds before the start of the new year. You were wearing a strappy four-inch heel that wrapped up your calf. Your dress was black with a sequence trailing the mesh sides. It cinched in your waist.
Namjoon wore a classic three-piece suit. He was handsome as ever and rocked the new low cut. The photographer was an energetic man who walked you both into placements. Complimenting on how photogenic you both were.
"Would you all like to do cute kiss pose?"
You nodded. Taking Namjoon's hands and placing them on your hips. As the taller individual natural Namjoon craned down to reach your lips. Right before your lips could touch, the photographer spoke up.
"Uh maybe we should find a new pose for Namjoon."
Slightly flustered, you looked to your fiancee. He too also looked confused.
"With the major height difference, Namjoon just looks... awkward."
"Oh-" Namjoon spoke. His slender fingers coming up to cover his mouth. You could see a smile creeping up.
"It just looked painful. Maybe let's try it sitting down." Pulling out a prop from the studio, Namjoon takes a seat first. You sit on his lap.
"Much better." The photographer crouches snapping the pose in different angles and lighting.
"I didn't think I was this short with the heels." You spoke between the kiss.
Namjoon chuckled. "I am six-foot, babe."
Jimin: Awardshow
You were at the Grammy's sitting beside your best friend, who accompanied you as your plus one to the event. The ceremony was dragging, and it was only forty minutes into the evening. The jokes were tiresome and the performances were frankly too loud. Overstimulated wasn't the word.
During one of the commercial breaks, you were getting ready to sneak a snack into your mouth when you heard your name called. Stuffing the snack into your purse, you smiled, turning your head.
Humbly coming up to you it was Jimin from BTS. You were well aware of who the singer was, as you both chatted privately from time to time. This was the first time you too were meeting in person.
"Yn. Hi!" Jimin bowed. He looked ethereal in his suit. His brown was a sandy brown hair. A middle part that looked perfect for him.
"May I hug you?" He spoke lowly taking note of your friend.
"Yes, of course. It's so good to see you." Standing up, you gave Jimin a warm hug, mindlessly rubbing his back. Jimin was glad to experience being in your arms. However, he didn't realize how short you were.
You only had a view moments before it was now time, for the show to continue. You waved Jimin goodbye as he walked back to his seat. It wouldn't be until after the award show that you would catch up with Jimin and his members. He was speaking informally about his encounter.
"I didn't realize how short Y/n was til I met her. She looks taller in her pictures."
Taehyung laughed hearing the retelling. Taehyung watched as you slinked up behind Jimin. In a more comfortable attire for the afterparty.
You wrapped you arm around Jimin's waist. Snuggling up to his side.
"I'm short eh." You feigned attitude.
Jimin looked down. Smiling seeing your face.
"You are it kinda caught me off guard."
"You're lucky my heels were hurting my feet." You laughed.
Taehyung: Sharing Clothes
It was a lazy Sunday at your apartment. Taehyung, your boyfriend was crashing at your place for the weekend. You all had an eventful day exploring new sites in the city. You all went rock climbing, ate lunch, and binged the newest season of Love is Blind.
Now you stood in the kitchen blending a fruit smoothie for yourself and Tae. The summer heat was seeping into your house, getting to the point where you had to take off your pants.
Taehyung just waking up stepped out from the corner. His wispy strands slightly sticking up on top of his head.
"Morning sleepy head." You greeted.
"Morning." Taehyung responded. He sat at the kitchen island. He sipped on the smoothie. Loving the pineapple and strawberry combination.
"Thank you."
"No problem baby." You smiled. You walked by Taehyung going to sit on the couch. Starting back up the season of Love is Blind you left off on last night. Taehyung followed your body as you propped your feet up.
"Yn?"
"Yeah?" You paused wanting to hear the conversation on the tv. Taehyung walked out the corner of your eye standing in front of you. He looked you up and down.
"Are you wearing pants?"
"Yeah." You pulled down the basketball shorts.
"I thought you were naked underneath."
"You sound disappointed." You teased back. Raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Mmm maybe." He spun back around sipping on his homemade smoothie.
Jungkook: High Shelf
The summer heat was nothing to mess with. It was increasing in temperature each passing summer. Jungkook's skin was slightly pink as he slid open the screen door from the backyard. He had a couple of friends over, and they were sitting outside sipping lemonade in the shade, doing everything in their power to avoid the scorching heat.
" Don't tell that story Jaehyun." Jungkook closed the door behind him.
Jungkook's heart nearly dropped watching you climb up in the chair. With wobbly knees you stood up on the chair.
Sturding the chair, Jungkook whisper scolded you.
"Jungkook. You scared me!" You placed a hand over your heart. "Don't come up behind me like that."
"You scared me stepping up on this chair. What are you trying to reach anyway?"
"I'm tryna reach some seasonings at the top of the cabinet." Jungkook motioned for you to step down off the chair. He slid it out of his way, stepping on his tiptoes to reach up and get the spices you pointed out for him.
"Just tell me next time okay." He lifted the chair placing it back. You laughed watching him slip back outside to converse with his friends.
filthy bts headcanons - maknae line
now the filthy headcanons are complete!
hyung line headcanons here
JIMIN
he is absolutely without a doubt the king of foreplay, don’t @ me.
jimin will happily spend hours exploring your body with his mouth and hands, winding you up and ratcheting up the tension to such a level that you’re nearly pleading for him to fuck you before he actually does.
he’s sensual, he enjoys the intimacy and the journey of sex.
enjoys having sex in front of a mirror because he loves to watch what he makes you do and he loves to make you watch what he makes you do. he wants you to see the effect that he can have on you. plus, he’s a performer and being in front of the mirror makes you both audience members.
i think now is also the time to mention his exhibitionist streak. he is a fan of sending and receiving texts, sexts, pics, etc as well as masturbating together via phone and video. i’ve mentioned this about hobi in both of the previous filthy headcanons and the same is true of jimin but in a different way - hobi likes it because hobi wants to try everything and switch it up and keep it interesting; jimin likes it because he's a natural born performer who gets off on holding your undivided attention and knowing that he turns you on every bit as much as you turn him on.
he has a praise kink that goes both way - he wants you to compliment him, but he is in turn also SO complimentary of everything, from how you look to how you sound to how you taste to what you’re doing well. you never have to guess at what he likes or how he likes because he is so open about it.
so he’s very talkative during sex. beyond letting you know how much he loves you and how beautiful you are and how good you feel, he also asks about what you’re feeling and what you need from him, if you like it, if you want more. he wants to feel desired and needed.
two words: possessive sex.
and he wants you to know that it’s possessive and not jealousy because jealousy implies envy and he doesn’t envy anyone because he knows that you’re his. he just wants to make sure that you know that you’re his.
this involves all night long level wrecking where he will fuck you into next week. it’s hard to forget you’re his when he’s the reason you’re limping around the next couple of days.
he ain't too proud to beg. wanna hear it? put your mouth on him - and that doesn't exclusively mean his dick. he gets weak over lovebites on his neck and chest.
a switch who likes to be lightly choked.
he’s into mutual choking but he doesn't want to hurt you or be hurt beyond being just a tad bit rough. he once spanked you so hard during sex that he left a handprint and was almost at the point of tears before you could tell him that you were fine and in fact kinda liked it.
another fan of overstimulation, but make it mutual. ideally, he wants both of you to be a mess by the time the sex session is over.
favorite position is lotus because he likes the closeness of you on his lap and the two of you moving together.
is weak over mutual masturbation. is such a good boy. loves the challenge of only touching himself while watching you touch yourself and knowing that you’re both itching for each other.
have you noticed that the keyword with jimin is “mutual”? i don’t think there’s anyone who could deny that he is a people pleaser (this is also why his head game is on point and why he’s usually moaning as much as you are when he eats you out)
TAEHYUNG
worships the ground you walk on with no hesitation or embarrassment about it.
the guys would try to tease him about being whipped and all he does is smile that boxy smile.
he spoils you SO MUCH.
like, you don’t even need to ask for anything. even if you don't wanna be a sugar baby, prepare. to. be. spoiled. his favorite things to buy you are lingerie and jewelry. can’t you just imagine the smile when you step out in something he's bought you? and then the best part of it all is he buys it, you model it, and then he fucks you in. if that isn’t a win-win!
because he’s gotten teased in the past over his skin color, he loves your skintone and he loves to see the contrast of your skin against his. when you fuck, he’s always torn between watching your face and watching your pussy swallow his dick.
this is why he’s also a fan of mirror sex, but unlike his bestie, it’s because he wants to watch the two of you together and see your bodies intertwined. to him, no work of art could ever compare.
especially loves to fuck in front of the mirror when you’re both looking expensive AF.
catch him shamelessly trying to fuck you first thing in the morning. you think he’s just sweetly cuddling you but then you feel him rutting against you and his morning voice is all low and raspy and his hands are gently squeezing you and he’s whispering “jagiya” against your neck and it’s like….did you even stand a chance?
tae is another one who seems a little conservative but we know tae is mischievous and sassy - he gets kinkier once he's comfortable. i wholeheartedly believe that he is secretly a freak with a dark and kinky edge who is also tender and romantic.
the duality will have your head spinning because he will seriously be talking about marrying you one minute and then splitting you open on his cock and talking about fucking a baby into you the next.
because yes, let’s just admit it: ya boy has an impregnation kink.
casual sex? kim taehyung doesn’t know her - if you’re fucking, you’re in love. he is not here for the okey-dokey and he’s not one to play games. he’s ready to say ILY and shack up within the first few months. he’s out here mentally picking out your gucci china patterns after you meet his parents. so yes, his favorite thing is coming inside of you and talking about how beautiful you’re going to look when you’re round with his baby. the moment you let him rawdog, he goes feral.
loves if you get him off when he shouldn't be getting off - like while on vlive or in the backseat of the car or on the phone with the guys and he has to try to keep it together.
also, is totally the kind of freak who would think it was hot to share you with jimin if you were interested.
he honestly loves slow, drawn out makeout sessions wherein you get him hard from grinding the crease out of his pants but don't actually touch him. it makes him insane and he eventually snaps and loses all control.
will call you every single pet name in the book
wants to get you a sex toy he can control specifically to torture you in public. make no mistake - it’s not about the novelty, it’s about the power and the sheer naughty thrill of it.
JUNGKOOK
are you ready to be perennially exhausted with hickies dotting your neck, chest, and thighs?
is one of the members with the highest stamina. will fuck your brains out, make you come, follow you over the edge, and then be ready for another round in 15 minutes at the most.
if you can pull him from sleep, he will happily wake up in the middle of the night for sex with you. you could come home in the middle of the day and say nothing but “hey” and he would still be ready to rip his pants off like it’s the nba.
this is another one with pretty hands who knows how to use them to get you off.
he is eager and aims to please. he wants to learn what you like and he likes to be educated in that subject - and he’s a quick learner. you moan at something he does once, he’s not only going to remember that you liked it, but he’s going to find ways to perfect touching you there.
he can be a little competitive even when it comes to sex - you not getting off is not an option for him. you can explain to him that sex doesn’t always have to end in orgasm to be and feel good, but he still feels guilty if he comes and you don’t. and he wants you to come first, preferably multiple times, before he does.
beyond obsessed with your tits - your entire body, but especially your tits.
he loves any position that puts them in his face and gets them within reach of his mouth.
when he goes down on you, more often than not, he has both hands cupping your breasts (unless he needs his hands to pin your legs apart).
and when eating you out, he likes it sloppy. he wants you canting your hips up to ride against his face and completely wet his mouth, nose, and chin with you.
he’s said it before and i’ll just reiterate it for him: he likes noonas. i’ll go beyond that and say he has a noona kink. he doesn’t want to draw attention to the fact that he’s younger, per se, but he does like to learn from you and finds it sexy when you’re experienced. he also finds it sexy when he’s younger than you and still manages to turn you out. since he’s accustomed to being the baby, he’s sweet, we know this, but he can be kind of a brat who wants to be taken care of. he still wants you to see him as mature and capable but he also likes to have his way. he contains multitudes.
uses the power of the pout to get his way and has no shame about it.
favors positions where he can show off how strong he is so that means any athletic position where he has the control and can hold you up and pound into you.
this often happens after a gym session or after you two have argued. though in the case of angry sex, he’ll want reassurance after that your problem is legitimately solved and that you haven’t just fucked about it.
sex with him is, more often than not, sweaty, primal, and dirty; he will rip your clothes off in his eagerness and the room will be filled with your moans, his grunts, and the sound of skin meeting skin. say a prayer for your bedframe, the wall behind it, and the neighbors on the other side.
as much as he likes to leave hickies on you, he’s weak when you do the same and doubly so when you bite at his shoulders and scratch down his back.
he will do and say some dirty shit to you and then have the audacity to get bashful after
another one who likes to pull you onto his lap all the time but then he has to move you after a few minutes because just having you on his lap made him hard.
likes to lay his head on your chest, however, if you play with his hair while he lays on you, be prepared to fuck
if you wear shorts or no pants to bed, be prepared to fuck
if you let him shower with you, be prepared to fuck
if you go to the gym with him….guess what?
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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 in which you wish you and taehyung could go back to the way things were when you first got married, back before he started cheating on you.
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 cheater!taehyung x reader
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 mentions of smut, angst, strong language, cheating
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 this is my first ever blurb, or writing ever on here so please don’t judge. this is based off the lyrics to ariana grande’s song ‘honeymoon avenue’
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the first time it supposedly happened, he dismissed it as a rumor his fans had started in spite of the recent news of you being pregnant.
you, being the amazing wife you were, believed his every word.
the second time it happened, it was a different girl. a girl from some rookie group. he always told you how much he loved giving the rookies advice on the idol world. something you could never relate to.
now you see that he liked to give them more than just advice.
his excuse that time? you had just given birth to his second child and he missed the sex.
you, being the amazing wife you were, forgave him and moved on.
until tonight.
park jimin, your absolute best friend — thanks to your wonderful husband for introducing you two, had caught on to tae the first time and ever since then, he’s been your personal spy.
he loved taehyung like a brother, but he most certainly did not condone the behavior he displayed right in front of his group’s eyes. everyone in the group had known from the beginning how great of a player your husband was.
so when jimin had sent you a video of that same rookie walking into the bighit building, accompanied by your husband, and father of your children, you weren’t even surprised. the first thing you did when you saw their hands interlocked together was grab taehyung’s suitcase and shove as much stuff as you could into there. not caring how many designer things he cherished would get crumpled or ruined.
presently, you were sat on one side of the couch and he was sat on the opposite end, looking as guilty as ever as he fiddled with the rings accompanying his fingers.
not one of them being his wedding ring.
“how long?” you asked, keeping your eyes trained on the floor as your arms draped around your legs, holding them up against your chest.
“two months.” his voice sounded strained and you could feel his gaze on you as you were silent for a couple minutes, really basking in the fact that he was doing this for a while now.
you didn’t have words, so you just laughed. it probably looked and sounded ridiculous considering the situation, but you didn’t care. you were the victim here and however you took it was your choice.
“no excuses now, huh?” you poke your tongue in your cheek and meet his gaze, a petty kind of smirk on your face.
“babe-”
you cut him off, “while i was here, taking care of your children when i could have been out chasing my dreams, just like you...you were sticking your cock in some rookie bitch, trying to catch a nut wherever you could since i’m not good enough for you anymore.”
you hadn’t even known you were crying until you were done speaking, but you didn’t tear your gaze away or move another limb as you stared eye to eye with your husband.
he licked his lips and swallowed thickly, the sound honestly making you want to slap him. “i’m sorry.” is all he says. that makes you scoff and you turn your attention back in front of you, too angered to look at him anymore.
“i’m sorry.” you mock his deep, pitiful voice and shake your head. “honestly, where the fuck did we go wrong?” you rhetorically ask. “why can’t we just go back to the way things were?”
he keeps his gaze on you, unsure himself as to what to say. it’s quiet for a couple minutes, making both of you equally anxious as you dread your next words. the words that would change yours and your kids lives forever. words that no wife should or wants to say to her husband. but you remember how terrible taehyung treated you this whole time he was fucking that girl behind your back and coming home the same night to tell you that he loved you before he went to sleep, and you turn to face him fully.
and you being the amazing wife you are,
“i want a divorce.”