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Can I request a drabble w Tae where the reader is innocent and she approaches him saying she couldn't sleep or smthing? And tae fingers her shdhfhfiioj . And she has no clue of his intentions?👉👈 I really enjoy your smut fics sm!

pairing: taehyung x reader

tw: 18+ only, smut, fingering, praise, manipulation

His eyes swept over you, trembling in the cold midnight air. Nipples taught against the flimsy oversized t-shirt you had on.

You blinked at him, wide eyes without a taint of judgement. "I can't sleep" The pout on your lips, delectable.

Sighing deeply, Taehyung crawled into your bed. Not minding the heat that seared through his skin as he came into contact with you.

Legs tangling with yours.

Were you not wearing panties?

He cursed.

His fingers caressed the top of your head when really he wanted to dip them into your sweet little cunt. You would like that, wouldn't you? Why else would you invite him into your bed like this, legs spread, so eager?

His teeth dug into his lips, you were too innocent to realize what you did to him. It wasn't his fault! He was a wretched man, he only had so much self-control.

"Can't sleep, huh?" He whispered darkly, pulling you closer. Tracing the tops of your thigh.

You giggled, pressing your face into his chest. "Tae, w-what, that tickles!"

He shushed you. Lips dusting over yours with a stern look in his eyes.

"Close your eyes"

He watched you gulp with unease. "Taehyung--"

"Close them"

You did. He watched your lids flutter shut as his fingers trailed up, brushing against your clit. A shaky breath left your lips, goosebumps all over you as his dark whispers pressed behind your ear.

"Shh, just relax" His voice was incredibly deep. Vibrating straight to your core. He smirked, feeling your wetness against the pads of his finger. Drawing soft, gentle circles into you.

Without warning he slipped one finger inside. Easily, a soft squelch making him shudder with need. He could feel your heat clench. You were so tight, but that didn't stop him from sliding in one more.

Unknowingly, you spread your legs wider. Wanting to feel his fingers even deeper. He drew them out. Slid them back in. A soft rhythm, burning through you.

"Just like that, good girl" His breath was hot against you. Thumb resting on your clit as he continued to fuck you open with his fingers. "So fucking wet for me baby"

You gasped. Letting Taehyung know you were far from asleep. He scoffed, digging his teeth against your ear.

"Still can't sleep?" He teased darkly. Your eyes flew open, shot with lust. No part of your body was in control as you reached for his face, pressing your lips against his, hard. Desperate. Wanting to swallow him whole.

"Tae" You groaned into his mouth, as his fingers began pistoning even faster.

"My baby gonna come?" He cooed, "Gonna come all over my fingers, hm?"

There was no hiding your moans. The sweet part of your lips as you began to tremble, shocked coursing through your body as you leaked into his palm. He flicked his wrist, guiding you through your orgasm.

"There you go baby, so fucking good" He licked your jaw, aftershocks consuming you as his fingers continued to dig deep.

A wave of ease swept over you. Your eyes finally settling shut. Taehyung kissed you one final time, lips lingering over yours.

"Now sleep, my love" He whispered sweetly, a smile pressing against you. "Sweet dreams"

He knew you had no idea what he had just done to you. But the thought of you wandering to him every restless night begging him to make you come again so you could sleep...

Sweet dreams indeed.

“Those Eyes” |Masterpost|KTH

➝status: completed.

➝WC: 23 chapters.

➝pairing: game designer!ceo!taehyung x game designer!employee!reader ,game developer!mirae x game developer!audio engineer!jungkook, game interpreter!jimin x game interpreter!jae-ah, game writer!namjoon x game!writer Auri and two more side ships.

➝genre: romance,fluff,angst,smut (might add smut if I ever get requested,else,it has none rn)

➝summary: it's a mystery how two pair of eyes finds solace in each other,when they are strangers and when they are not. can they solve the mystery their eyes behold and explore beyond the horizon of their workaholic life?

Chapter 1- wc: 4.6k

chapter 2- wc:4.0K

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 12

chapter 13

chapter 14

chapter 15

chapter 16

chapter 17

chapter 18

chapter 19

chapter 20

chapter 21

chapter 22

chapter 23

Those Eyes:Ch.1 ||KTH

»chapter 1: Missed Meeting (Masterpost)

»ratings: Pg-13

➝genre: romance,fluff,angst,smut (might add smut if I ever get requested,else,it has none rn)

➝summary: it's a mystery how two pair of eyes finds solace in each other,when they are strangers and when they are not. can they solve the mystery their eyes behold and explore beyond the horizon of their workaholic life?

➝section warning: making out

➝wc: 4.6k

"I'm sorry but you're being absolutely ridiculous right now sir," after getting out of the elevator you finally glared at the man before you who shifted uncomfortably underneath your piercing glares as all his smugness left his stupid self upon hearing you,"ms. kim I-I didn't intend to-"

tsk. what happened to that distasteful confidence of his.

“I hope you know sir how unprofessional you were being in the elevator as well as in the office this few past days with me.This time sir,” you exhaled, locking your eyes with his,“you have crossed the line. I do not intend to be unprofessional here, hence, I will not expose what unscrupulous remarks you were implying on me in this very elevator."

You stated loud and clear as everyone in the cafeteria was awestruck at your undaunted bravery, "i-its not like what y-your'e imagining-"

tsk. this guy doesn't even have some confidence.

"Even though I am quite a newbie here, I would like to express some of my prerogatives here sir. Along the lines of, you're not only aggravating the womenfolk working here but also you're constantly hampering your dignity, self respect , pride, poise, nobility & self worth here in this very company. Hence I strongly yet respectfully suggest you to fix your perverted bugs floating in your brain so you perhaps can achieve your career aspirations. This is certainly an easy forward task. Thus as you're the brain of this company if you work on it you absolutely will cut a good figure. Therefore, waste no time on scandalous activities; you're young. I suggest you make best use of your time."

You finish with your lips forming into a tight thin smile that only show cased how pissed you were.

The guy nodded clearing his throat to get some words out, "I apologize miss. I definitely will work on myself from now on" and with a polite bow he practically ran for his poor life.

You stand there proudly watching him leave as faint clapping soon grew into rounds of applause. Your eyes instantly roamed around the cafeteria to find each of them smiling proudly at you. You felt a little shy as you smiled at them bowing.

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As everyone went back to what they were doing your eyes landed on the far corner of the cafeteria with pleasant view showcasing outside where a smirking Mirae and a gleeful eyed Auri sat there with a broad smile.

You had to roll your eyes seeing the way Mirae's smirk turned into a cocky grin as you neared to their table, “𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 out there Kim Y/N” her smirk grew only wider as you sat on the chair between their's.

"Oh please. Dating doesn't even make sense in the first place. He is a low class playboy" you spat as they both chuckle at your raging anger. "You were for a reason the school's heart breaker after all" Auri teased further but you ignored it stealing a strawberry from Mirae.

"Not funny" you roll your eyes throwing the natural sweet fruit into your mouth. "You know it's just 'that' human things. Don't give a damn bruh." Mirae scrunched her nose distastefully remembering that pervert guy's perverted moves towards her when she was a newbie. She never bought it and she threw his scrupulous remarks effortlessly but seems like you did the final touch sending him in the place where he belongs with your professional words that you're quite always famous for.

"Yes.That's the point.That bastard is a human. 'Human' yes this is the problem!" You spat taking a long sip of your coffee brows arching together in annoyance.

"Since high school you two talk like you're not human yourself tsk tsk." Auri dramatically face palmed.

"Well we stated the obvious bitch!" you both yell out in unison bursting into laughter followed by Auri's cute chuckle.

"Well well well look who is having fun without me" you scrunched your nose noticing two long hands with slender fingers snaking around Mirae's neck going further for a back hug. Your eyes roamed over her figure to her face; her pink painted lips pouted as she pressed her head with Mirae's,tightening the hug. Mirae went still when realization strucked her brain terrifically as her face went pale with half of the piece of strawberry out and half in her mouth. Her pleading eyes looked at both you & Auri in a manner that said,

save me y'all

tsk let our poor Mi breath at least Jae-ah, "you see there's a seat next to Mi on her left, why not take that seat instead of clinging on to her and join our 'Fun' chat" you sass with a thin smile plastered which you absolutely know Jae-ah will not get.

“So silly of me” her high pitched laughter echoed through the area as she took the seat letting go of Mirae. Mirae let a sigh of relief chewing the strawberry finally as the senior interpreter & translator of this company stared at her in awe.

Yes, Jae-ah thinks Mi is her 'that' friend since high school.

She finally averted her gaze to meet yours, "That was incredible right there yn-ah! I'm glad that I can see more of your savage remarks now that we work in the same company! I missed them since we graduated"she pouted as your lips curled up.

"Well I missed her a lot though we were in contact but virtual communication doesn't feel same like real life communication does," Auri dramatically hugged her, "We are so happy to be completed again after five years."

"Let's again work hard & have fun together babe" Mirae cooed feeding you a piece of carrot that you don't know how the hell appeared on the table all of a sudden. Mi and her carrots bruh.

You smile chewing,"Look at all of us being so successful, imma tear up" you fake cry as everyone chuckled.

"My my look who I meet just after my arrival?! Is that you Y/n?" You heard a somewhat familiar annoying voice from your back coming closer. Emphasizing each words of her last sentence.

"Oh Good afternoon Ms.Shina" the name leaving Auri's mouth in a polite way as she stood up and bowed made you almost choke. Bro? It's our popular queen Shina of the same high school you all went as well as our well..friend? Why is she being formal with her?

You dramatically stood up from your chair turning to meet a caked up woman, lips painted a thick shade of red, "It's been a while Shina?" you greet, lips pressed into a thin smile. Yes that was sarcasm. She seems to understand and widened her eyes in amusement,"Still the same Y/n I see"

"Of course, look at you? You haven't changed at all as well" you sass.

"By the way Shina is one of the video game testers here! And she is absolutely good at her job." Auri fake laughed trying to ease up the tension around.

That lit Shina's mood as you mentally eye roll. The only thing she is good at is being full of herself. "Our Y/N is the new game designer here. But along with her job she has shown perfect professionalism and gained trust of all the employees here within such a short time." you look at Mirae still sitting beside, not giving a fuck about Shina's presence as she admired her nails. That made you smile inside at how Mi has not change one bit.

"Yeah. It's only been one week and she is considered the best here. Shina might fail fawning her own charm to others" Jae ah added giggling making Mirae chuckle and grin at Shina.

Shina looked taken a back as her eyes inspected every one of you but her sweet smile didn't falter, "Oh my gosh. Jae ah what the hell are you saying? I'm obviously happy that Y/N gained popularity here.We are all friends after all,”she smirked,“I was in France for a week and I see a lot happening ,wow, and I must have a load of works waiting as well" Shina purred the last sentence with fake laughs coming from her.

"Don't worry Jihyo, Sana & Minnie did a great job covering up for you!" Jae-ah replied.

"As always" Mirae cooed smirking as Shina digged holes on her back. "Mira-"

" M'am! Mrs. Choi called for you immediately" a very slim woman came in a rush cutting the mad Shina from almost jumping at Mirae. The woman looked very familiar to you and in a second you recognized when Shina called her name, "Oh my. Is my mother waiting for too long Ae sook ah?" Ae sook nodded, fear written on her eyes scaring everything outta Shina. So her right hand is now her assistant? Not surprised.

Shina turned trying to gain her composure again but the beads of sweat said something else, "Anyways I need to attend a personal meeting now. I'm eagerly waiting for your presentations in the future meetings Y/N. Let's test your professionalism, shall we?"

Her stupid smirk made her look more distasting, "Well why not? I'll show you, not that I care about your 'test' but because it's fun seeing you getting frustrated?" she pretended to not hear you as she turned to her heels but her glare said it all.

Mirae jumped infront of all of you shoving a piece of carrot into each of your mouth, "well let's save our 'fun chat' for another time as it just got ruined and lunch time is almost over and also the new CEO will be arriving in any hour."

She practically yelled at the reminder of today's meeting for the new CEO. "New CEO?" You asked amazed not knowing anything about it.

"Holy shit. I almost forgot today our current CEO is going to hand his business over to his son" Auri panicked. "How did we forget this? I gotta go prepare a lot" ,Jae-ah waved at y'all quickly, practically running out from the cafeteria.

"How come I wasn't informed?" you wonder. "Well maybe you weren't there or something Y/n-ah it's okay now you know beforehand at least", Auri pats you as you nodded smiling.

"Just be sure to be there or I'm dead as I'm in charge of rechecking every employee's presence" Mirae chuckles ruffling your hair as you three step in the elevator ready for another several hours of work.

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You head to your cubicle as a happy Tzuyu waves at you, "Good afternoon! Had a great time?" you smiled at your coworker, "Very much great I swear!"

Nayeon chuckled as you huff a tired sigh,"Seems like its gonna be greater."

Your head snapped at her giving her a confused look as your right brow arched upward. "Did you bring the file?" she grinned.

shit. Your confused gaze turned into a terrific one as millions of scenarios played into your head. Solar sure is the most generous,kind & sweet woman but when it comes to work she got no mercy. Strict as hell.

Solar is gonna kill me. You groaned running one hand through your hair. How could you forget something this important? Today is not really your day.

"Aigoo! stop scaring her nayeonnie~" Tzuyu chuckled throwing a piece of crumpled paper at nayeon as she laughed.

"Oh c'mon I'm telling the truth!'' she ruffled your hair enjoying your frustrated state. "Idiot!You can go and bring it.Right now?''

right now? how? its gonna take hours even if you leave now? Plus what if you take a lot of time? In one word 'impossible'

"Possible but hard." Tzuyu arched her brows together rubbing on her temple in a thinking manner. Did she just fight with your thoughts? Nayeon nodded, "You better leave right away sis."

"Leave?who?" a familiar voice asks wondering as your head snapped towards the top of your cubicle.

There stood Mirae ; your only ray of hope at the moment. "Yo! You look sick? shit lemme help!'' she panicked. You instantly get up taking her hands into yours with pleading eyes,

"i do need help"

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"Bro how can you forget something so important to solar?" Mirae yelled for the nineteenth time. She's been panicking for the past ten minutes not caring how much she is cursing at work hours.

"I mean I would say nothing if it was Soojin-", mirae's gaze softened when she meets your frustrated state. She pats your shoulder consoling you & herself, " Calm down! calm down! Its nothing to worry about." she chuckled nervously watching you scoff. "Okay,i mean it is. but it can be solved. you just go back & bring that file asap. simple."

simple? you look at her shocked as she shifts uncomfortably biting her lower lip.she knew what she was saying. 'you got no other choice.' she mouths fiddling with her finger.

"Listen." ,she barks suddenly gaining her confidence, "Trust me. I'll handle everything. Just some hours it is right? thats nothing for me." she said nonchalantly leaning closer to you, winking. Her reassuring tone calmed you down a bit.

you knew when Mirae meant to save anyone she really meant it with her life. "Also bet Solar is gonna be late as she's busy with the-" she stops and starts as realization hits the tip of her tongue,"shit what am I gonna do with the 'new CEO's arrival meeting" she facepalmed as your mouth went dry again.

"Don't worry, y/n is a newbie, she will not be asked for as its practically just the new CEO talking. We really need the file, else, the graphic designs might be postponed for another week.'' Tzuyu popped up almost like an angel.

Mi clapped her hands together smiling although you knew its gonna be a perilous step for her as she is the one assuring every stuffs presence, "Right y/n im gonna handle that too. Just go.'' she smiled at you as you stared at her with eyes full of guilt.

"But-"

"No buts just go!"

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You sat on your couch head hanging low, your long straight hair messed up, gaze weekly fixed on your smartphone's time. 4:35 it flashed right at your eyes as if its mocking you.

Today even the time is against you. You're not even surprised at this point. Stupid Traffic tsk. You let out a painful laugh,groaning afterwards.Universe showed you karma for no reason today. Why always me?

Even after leaving at 3:30 in hope of reaching within 30 minutes; time completely played with you with its favorite weapon, the traffic. It was hell of a long ride of a total one hour. And when you finally reached it took a solid ten minute to find the file in the dustbin. The dustbin? For real? Were you drunk? The last time you were this irresponsible was back in high school when you lost your attendance sheet.

Even if you leave now it will take another hour and you'll reach after the office closes. and if it takes half an hour for you to reach; someone for sure will approach you and ask where you were. You should've been in the boring meeting where the CEO would be giving some common speech of making more profits by working together like any other CEO but here you were counting your last days.

You tap on the contact logo as staring at the time is of no use. Your eyes guiltily roamed to the contact of your savior. Mirae.

You stressed her enough by dropping a thousand pounds of pressure. If you apologize to her she sure will slap you even if you knew you were at guilt,she would never make you feel that.

She must be at the meeting but still you make a call, though you know its no use as the other line said , "The number you've called is currently switched off; please try again later." Hope she's not in trouble.

Its 5:00. No use of going back neither sitting here. Letting out a long sigh you get yourself up to take a shower. Needa relax your stiff body and messed up mind.

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You took longer than usual in the shower to kill the time. You already had thought of searching for some jobs as this one is clearly at risk. You sigh looking at the clock. 6:00pm. Soon everyone will end their shift. You pick up your phone to call Mirae praying to God.At least she shouldn't lose her job. On forth ring she picked up as your breath hitched slightly.

"I think I'm losing my job?" you exhale.

"What? no.'' she nervously chuckles from the other side of the line.

nervous & Mi? This is the first time of this day you felt her being slightly nervous. That's when you knew you are absolutely doomed.

"Did I messed up big? Are you in troub-"you stopped as you heard an unfamiliar tone scolding Mirae? Is he the CEO? If he is you already can say he is one of that stuck up, egoistic, jerky once.

"I'm sorry it's not like I did something wrong? Why are you coming at me?" she replied strictly to the man,trying to not show her nervousness.

You heard faint sounds of the man chuckling. Sarcastically?

"Mi?-"

"Hey I'll be talking on our gc.Later.And solar doesn't even remember.She's busy, don't worry." she hurriedly said through gritted teeth yet trying to sound cheerful as usual.And she hung up.

She sounded more mad than nervous. God knows what happened.

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VIP Hoomans

Y/N

Should I head back to the office? Is Mi in big trouble?

I'm so sorry guys. This is all my fault. I will do everything to save Mi's job istg.

Auri

Don't you dare blame yourself. Nobody's losing any job for a stupid reason tf-

Mirae

I have it all covered up. Don't even think like that. You're all safe.

Jae-ah

We are all human y/n.

We can forget dw.

and my Mirae handled everything professionally uwu

Auri

except one and very unprofessionally at that

she literally went hulk mode omg

Mirae

Auri. Dont dare.

Y/N

Shit.Did you mess up something sis?

Mirae

It has nothing to do w you y/n I swear!

Its just something between me & that jerk.

y/n

jerk?

perhaps you mean the CEO,right?

Auri

Nah,the ceo is very extraordinary & kind at heart.

Jae-ah

Yeah he promised us he'll make this company a living paradise from now on lol

Y/n

lol dramatic of him. Then who is it Mi is so mad at?

Auri

well well

Mirae is now enemy's w the new ceo's manager

Mirae

Also my coworker. And his cubicle happened to be right beside mine. How sweet, right?

Y/N

Wow so we finally found another competitive computer programmer aside of Mirae?

Auri

He is also an audio engineer.

Very genius and talented might I add.

Got his degree from Harvard.

Y/N 

Harvard?

Mirae

genius. my foot. Jeon Jungkook,stuck up jerk.

Auri

Oh. And snaps w his words. Mr.Jeon found it inappropriate and unacceptble as he found the senior programmer aka mi dozing off & looking disturbed in the middle of the meeting.

Mirae found her match,finally.

xD

Mirae

Y'all dont needa make me remember -.- 

and he's no match to me pfft

Jae-ah

Poor Mirae already was frustrated w all this fuss and now gave a bad first impression to him TT

Mirae

idgaf to that

Jae-ah

he also wanted to recheck if every employees were present..

Shina

And Mirae the trouble maker she is tried to block his way.Now he is suspecting more.

Mirae

How funny,right? Shina only pops up to suck tea and throw some blames here and there.

Shina

Oh my, is it your way to thank me for distracting that awfully handsome guy, love?

Jae-ah

you did nothing tho..?

he looked annoyed by you so he left lol

Mirae

the way i love you Jae ah ;)

anyways he should start counting his days backwards from now on because I'm sure as hell not going to be easy on him.

he might be the player but im always the coach.

Jae-ah

thats my Mirae 

y/n

here we go playing another round of 'Mi the fatal woman' XD

Auri

ok are we done w this drama?

Mirae

you started it m'am x)

ok so who's up for hanging out!?

its been so long istg.

Shina

me.

Mirae

look who's talking lol

Jae-ah 

it sounds fun!

Y/N

oh yeah why not? i need some fresh air anyways.

Auri

im totally up!~ but where ? 

Mirae

;)

Seoulmusement veshia! 

we are surely paying visit to the park of maze there as well ;)

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You smiled to yourself keeping  your phone on the night stand as you head to your kitchen. Mirae will never stop recommending underrated places just because of their 'fancy' names. You've always felt lucky to have such helpful,supportive & selfless friend as Auri & Mirae by your side. Even if the world turns upside down you will be always their first priority. 

You take the pan to make your favourite half boiled noodles. After what happened today you mentally prepared yourself to add extra spice to feel the sadness. Everybody has their own way to mourn you know?  But after all of your friends saving you from this mess you're now beyond happy to do that. Instead you ended up adding extra mushrooms. After the noodles is done you turn off the stove and head to the drawing room. 

You jump on your comfy couch turning on the tv searching for your favourite cartoon 'shinchan' no matter how old you grow you're never gonna get bored of this cartoon. Shinchan has always been your role model for living life just the way you want to. You love how he doesnt care about anything and just goes on without any worry. After watching several episodes you watch some of your favourite vlogs & then continue a drama which you were watching lately. Tomorrow is your weekend so what could possibly go wrong if  you go to sleep late and over sleep? Nothing. You chuckle remembering your teenage days when you had no adult responsibilities and would sleep till afternoon & then Auri would wake you up when you were in the bathroom.

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"Yah!" you tried escaping once more,  trying to turn to the left path but the strong hand pulled you once again to the small corner as both of your bodies almost collided together. Your breath hitched slightly at the sight before you but you tried to stay sane. The close proximity made both of you feel each others breaths on the lips. He trapped you between his arms staring at you with those eyes which always holds thousand of unspoken mystery,millions of truth untold. It always brought you into a totally different world. A world where only the two of you remained forever.

''You smell so sweet, I cant get enough of you.'' he inhaled the natural scent of your hair fondly which he does alot. Butterflies in your stomach told you just to feel this moment. Feel him close. His heart,his soul,him & those eyes. He loved playing with your hair. He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead  looking down at you  as he found you looking anywhere but him. He chuckles seeing you flustered as he lifts your chin to meet his gaze.

He takes your hand leading it to his bare chest as you grasped. He had his plain white shirt unbuttoned with his built chest on full display which you were trying to not look all this time. His hair was wet & messed up as his locks fell on his forehead. Too hot to handle. Your palm felt the warmth as it roamed around the area before he decided to place it on his heart,

"This.." he purred in a raspy voice leaning closer  his breath brushing on your lips making your heart stop,"it only keeps beating faster & faster everyday..what should I do Y/n -ah?" he exhaled.

''a-are y-you sick?..shouldn't you consult a doctor? instead of telling m-me?" you mentally curse for stuttering. You knew what he meant and could feel his heart beating fast against his chest but you couldn't prepare yourself yet. So you tried to joke. He chuckles seeing you uncontrollably blush, clear failed attempt of joking amusing him,

"What if you're the only doctor to my heart?" he smiled playing along as he caressed your cheeks. You struggled to let a word out. 

"Not gonna let you dodge this moment again Ms.Kim" he whispers biting slightly on your earlobe. You let out a unintentional moan which made him lose it completely.

"heal me.." with that two words said he crashed his lips with yours as your eyes widened not knowing what to do. He was moving his lips passionately not averting his gaze from you. You melted at his touch ; his hands roaming aggressively on your back and sides. The honey-like taste of his lips made your insides moan in pleasure. You looked at his  mesmerizing dreamy eyes before closing yours as both of your lips moved in sync. 

Just like both of your lips both souls connected like two last lost puzzles finally finding each others mate. The moment was intense,hot,passionate,needy yet the aura around you radiated true love & affection. As if he had no intention of letting you go. He waited for you,wanted you,needed you and now that you're here he wasn't letting you go any soon.

His hands slightly rose your shirt stroking the sides of your bare waist as you pulled him closer wrapping your arms around his neck feeling every bit of his lips. He moaned between the kiss as he took your upper lips biting it slightly,making you moan. He cupped your cheeks pulling your lower lips afterwards. The intensity made you lose it as you pulled his hair mouth leaving breathy moans. You were turning him on. So much.

Your back hit the wall as he pressed himself against you; lips finally leaving yours as you both breathed heavily on each other. He leaned close to your ear whispering, "Y/n-ah.." he purred;his usual soft voice getting deeper taking you to another realm as he breaths,"do you know..." he bit your earlobe as the touch of his lips trailed down to your jawline leaving open mouth kisses,

"..what is the strongest organ to fight with?" His gaze shifted to your confused face as  he left a soft peck on your lips chuckling.

 ''h-huh?'' finally you could utter something between this overpowering  heavily breaths. As you try to open your eyes your long eyelashes flatter leaving faint shadows of it; he didn't utter a word staring right through you as you did the same; gulping down his ethereal beauty. As he was drunk with your mesmerizing self; you.

"What do you mean ? What is it?" your eyes widened as his smirk widened as well followed by the next two words said,

"The tongue"  and suddenly with a thud it's all dark again.

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“Wake the fuck up you dirty hoe.”

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»next

Those Eyes Ch:2 ||KTH

»chapter 2: Connection access (Masterpost)

»ratings:pg-13

»genre: romance,fluff,angst,smut (might add some if requested later,or else,it has non rn)

»summery:it's a mystery how two pair of eyes finds solace in each other when they are strangers and when they are not. can they solve the mystery their eyes behold and explore beyond the horizon of their workaholic life?

»wc: 4.0k

Your eyes flicked open,startled by the voice.

"The heck, why are you here?" the grumble within your tone radiated nothing but annoyance as the owner of the voice not only ruined the moment but also yelled at you,hoe?

"Because ma'am we are running late. Don't tell me,you planned to sleep off the whole day?" the same voice said calm yet angrily.

You looked at the clock as it showed 12:30 and then you shift your gaze to her with a tsk still lying on the couch eyes half open,"Yeah? So what?Its not like we are going any-" you face palmed jumping from the couch and sit up as realization hit you.

"Shit,I totally forgot,"you sheepishly smile & scratch your back.

"Now you are awake sweetie" Auri flashed you a thin smile. Silence before storm,"Now get ready in twenty minutes before I kick you to Antarctica!"

You look at her in annoyance as you drag your body to stand up. "Hey, sleepyhead!" a loud voice startled you as your eyes shifted to the other side of the couch,"Jae-ah? Why are you here?"

You felt a smack on your head as you yelped rubbing the aching area, "Thank her. She cleaned your dirty ass room which's been a representation of a trash bin,for I dunno, maybe the day you rented this apartment?" Auri decided to get on your nerves today.

"Sassing are we? You need to pay me for ruining my so realistic dream. Do you know how dreamy that dream was. I had my-" you started fangirling over your enchanting dream but got cut off,"I have no interest in listening to your perverted dream specially when we are running late. And dreams are supposed to be dreamy my love." she is really in a mood of sassing with you.

A blush crept on your cheeks as you realized what would happen next with him if you didn't get woken up.

"Kim Auri. For the love of God,it wasn't perver-" Auri threw a towel on your face as your voice got muffled before you could finish.

"Make sure to wash all your sins too sweetheart" she cooed.

"It wasn't a wet dream!"

sort of. but she doesn't need to know that.

You stomped your feet whining as Auri and Jae-ah chuckled seeing you pout like a baby. "You did moved a bit,you know-" Jae-ah shifted her gaze on you nervously fiddling her fingers awkwardly, "-oddly" she flashed you a eye smile.

You scoffed throwing the towel on your shoulder,taking steps towards the kitchen.

You didn't even utter the main evil's name yet the evil is right before you handing you a cup of coffee which was very much needed after all this mess as you entered the kitchen yawning, ruffling your messy hair, "The entry code was too easy to not barge in" she piped,mouthing a half hearted 'sorry'.

You rolled your eyes not even surprised as you sipped your coffee. Gosh Mirae made the best coffee.The sweet taste lit up your mood but the mixed of bitterness came after making you realize something, "Don't tell me, shin-"

"Hey sweethearts,I thought its better if a beautiful girl like me heads with you all?You might even get some free passes." you had no doubt who that screechy voice belongs to.

Mirae glanced at you with an uninterested face , "Speak of the devil." she pointed nonchalantly with her thumbs pointing to the door shrugging. You also tried to avoid the high pitched sounded woman roaming all over your house.

Its even worse than your house getting infested with rats,you swore.

"What a nightmare of a voice" Mirae scrunched her nose sipping her coffee. "Nightmare! How can I forget to tell you?" you excitedly yelled startling Mirae.

Thank God she was finished with her coffee,"What? You had one? What's so exciting though? Isn't it supposed to be scary?" she frowned.

You couldn't stop squealing at the thought of him. "No,I had a dream. You won't believe,I had my-"

"Ouch,let go,what the fuck?" you suddenly felt a sharp pain in your left ear as it got pulled by none other than the devil Auri Kim. "I told you to make it as quick as possible.But you're still not over your stupid dream talk." she scolded as her voice almost got your ears feel numb.

"My oh my, look at you Y/N,you haven't even properly brushed your hair, correction, you didn't brush your hair at all, you're not planning to go like this, are you? you scoffed at Shina, struggling to run from Auri as you glanced at Mirae with a 'help'.

Mirae chuckled coming between you & Auri, "Auri,let her go. she just woke up its been only five minutes!" Mirae glared at Auri playfully.

"No its been seven minutes!" Mirae rolled her eyes over Auri's strict time maintenance.

She turned to face you with a strict smile,"And you.I will never say no to your dreams and I'm eager to know what happened cause you seem a bit too excited than usual" she smirked as you smiled widely;you knew she would never say no to your anything.

"But now is really not the time.We have the whole day for this but we don't have even half an hour to get ready,so sis you needa hurry up." you pouted as she looked at you apologetically.

"fine.."

-

"I didn't walk all this way for shopping Shina."

"Oh c'mon,it's gonna take less than twenty minutes,I promise" she pleaded to Mirae who had her hands folded against her chest with raging anger. "Listen,the more we get late-" Jae-ah tried to calmly state but got cut off, "The less fun we can have!" Mirae yelled,finishing.

"I totally agree with her.It still will take ten minutes to reach that peculiar amusement park. And if we spend twenty minutes here it will take a total of thirty minutes. Oh my gosh and then it will take a solid ten minutes to get all our tickets cause of it's a holiday. And then each rides take approximately-" Auri was cut off as she felt a pat on her shoulder,

"It's okay, breath Auri-ah" you laughed as she finally exhaled. "Bro Seoulmusement ain't peculiar,it's beautiful and fun,mostly mysterious & mythical."Mirae scoffed as Auri rolled her eyes.

"Listen.Shopping is fun.Slow down there.We have a lot of time.It doesn't matter if we waste some,right? Look at all these discounts!" Shina squealed smiling fondly but coughed nervously as she got no response from her friends. So she had to go all 'sweet Shina mode'

Mirae felt two hands snaking from behind towards her shoulder, "They're selling the best brand of edgy cloths and accessories with them are free!" Shina cooed smirking; she knew what can temp Mi. You had to scoff at how Shina went for her next pray as if she is the predator here.

"You don't wanna lose the chance of buying the latest shoes in half prize do you? Also I heard they are giving branded purses here." She whispered as Auri gulped,eyes glowing.

"And," Shina clapped gaining Jae-ah's attention,"Jae-ah you wanted to buy some branded makeup items,right? This is the right place,I swear." and Jae-ah had to be the first to enter already,almost running.

"Er.. just twenty minutes k? What do you say Auri-ah?" Auri nodded slightly looking at Mirae as she couldn't leave Jae alone. She had plenty of edgy clothes so Shina didn't really temp her but she let it slide.

Shina looked at you, "Oh yn-ah you can-" you cut her off placing your palm between you & her, "Sorry but you can't tamp me" you smiled and looked at the other two, "Let's go,make it quick" they all laughed uncomfortably sensing your distaste as they entered.

As you were entering you saw something crash at the narrow area beside the huge mall, almost unnoticed. You decided to shrug it off as you were going to push open the door but another loud thump was heard. Loud enough for you but not for the busy people walking on the street.

You felt curious & concerned as your legs led you there, "Is anybody there?"

It only felt creepier as you stood in the middle of that small narrow path. It was so silent unlike the noisy street and it felt chillier here.

"Is anyone in trouble? Should I-" a large body collapsed with yours as you both fell on the ground behind several abandoned blue plastic drums.

"Ouch..hey-" it took some moments to get your senses back as you yelled at the huge human who apparently seems to think it's funny to play ninja games?

Ninja games yes; cause he was hiding behind the big drums, holding you tightly against his chest.

"Miss I'm sorry but don't talk please,I'm in a mission" you had to scoff at this 10 y/o brain.

"Mission? Mister I'm literally dying from a headache? You don't even know how to apo-" he pressed his palm on your mouth letting go of his hold as your eyes met with his for the first time.

"You're so talkative. I'm fighting with life and death here" he whispered lowly as he quickly averted his gaze.

Eyes concentrated on the street before him anxiously fear written on his face.

You could not think straight the moment your eyes met with his.

Mesmerizing beautiful eyes. Unrealistic yet so real. Any earthly word is not enough to describe it.

He had a plain black mask on so you could not quite make out his face. But his eyes gave it all. Those eyes. It had to be. You just knew it.

"Look." There's a hint of urgency in his deep baritone."I'm so sorry for dragging you here, although you chose to be a curious cat. But I really need to go. So, bye." He shook you breaking your trail of thoughts as you looked startled and almost red for the undying thoughts and his little logical accusation. Before you could properly utter a word,much less defend yourself,he was already out of sight.

What just happened?

-

You didn't lose your way back to the mall but you sure as hell nearly lost your mind and didn't even know what you were doing,"The hell why are you pulling the door? It says push it." You got startled looking at Mirae with a 'huh..uh' look.

"Oh my, don't tell me all this time you were pulling it?" Shina tried her heart and soul preventing herself from laughing but did she really.

"Oh gosh you look so pale!" Mirae panicked. "Yet feel so warm! How?Wait fever?" Auri gasped placing her palm on your forehead checking your temperature.

"Best shopping ever" a cheery Jae-ah exited the mall but her face fell looking at your horrible state,"Did something happen? You look like you got haunted by some ghost?" She cried.

"Hey,what's the matter? Did something happen? Where were you!?" Mirae shook you once again looking disturbed.

"A lot" you finally uttered looking at her with your widened eyes.

.

"So you're telling me,you were oh so lost into his eyes for you to recognize his actual face?" you swore to God you never saw Auri talking so loud and add sarcasm all these years; its much of something Mirae would do.

Whatever this that Auri was having fun with got on your nerves. She was enjoying it more than anyone expected. Making fun of you and all the things that happened today.

She glanced at everyone laughing so hard that tears glistened at the corner of her eyes as she glanced at you once again, "And you bumped into the same guy?Is this your Disney world? " She threw her head back laughing holding her belly tight.

"I said it might be him. And Auri Kim aren't you being too much? Hallucination & things like pre-recognization exists.They are scientifically proven; you believe or not nobody cares."you snapped not believing how she is taking her jokes so far. "Yeah for dreamy girls like you it might be. Like c'mon y/n-iie-" 

"Enough Auri-ah,you are being too much. It can be true. There's always fifty percent chances of everything becoming true if a person strongly feels it. Its true or not I'm loving it! Its been decades y/n & i haven't talked like this. So don't dare to come between us. Since morning she is trying to tell me all this but everytime you are laughing it off! Like this isn't funny to me anymore. She is now a grown up & her words carries the same weight as ours. This jokes you're pulling are actually turning very much disrespectful. If you are not interested just sit there zipping your mouth shut until she is done with her story,alright?"

Mi finally huffed a long breath after finishing up realizing how maturely she handled the matter. You chuckled seeing her heart swell with proud.

Auri gulped already shutting her mouth. She realized she was overreacting.You weren't surprised nor mad honestly because you knew this is Auri Kim,your soulmate. Who else right?

"I'm so sorry. I really shouldn't have gone this far. We all have our own imaginations and thinking. I shouldn't have questioned yours. I'm so sorry I didn't mean it that way. I really am sorry y/n." Auri pouted looking at you and you sure as hell already melted for her cute face as Mirae was smiling proudly.

Auri apologizing is rare but genuine which both of you respected her for. 

You chuckled,"Of course I wasn't mad in the first place!"

Auri let a sigh of relief placing her palm on her chest,"Thank God I can't see my soulmate being mad at me for even one second.I love you!"

Her sudden cuteness made all of you chuckle as you all shoved another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. It has always been like this with her. No matter how mad you both get and no matter how many silent treatments you both end up giving each other in the end you both miss each other.

Today was so fun despite all the mystical weird things happening to you. Although you got the best friends in the universe who absolutely made you forget all these disturbing events during this whole time but the memories kept coming back. Yet you told your brain a 'not today' to not ruin these rare moments.

 You sure as hell was a dreamer, not loving the reality that much but when reality included your best friends and fun you couldn't but put it first despite the fact that every little details of those moments made you think of it. When you guys went for the roller coaster ride Mi was so shocked how you didn't even flinch for once as you were so in your thoughts. You really did feel like any of your muscles didn't move an inch. 

You knew these are nothing but overthinking yet you couldn't help but smile at those memories which is still so freshly present in your brain. You legit felt his touch when you were getting ready, you felt him smiling the whole way to Seoulmusement & you felt so lost for that bloody hell boy that bumped into you. It has to be him.

You couldn't stop thinking that to but again it can't be it's just the dream that controlled your brain for too long and you saw those eyes in the masked boy. You decided to take it that way to convince yourself and not look anymore crazy. But again you bumped into some other guys as well yeah the clumsy girl you are; but you didn't feel the same at all. You didn't even feel anything at all. 

Mirae seemed to have the same theory as yours about this whole thing & she was very much excited about it when you & Mi walked the whole way to Seoulmusement leaving the others behind as they weren't interested; you could be so talkative when it came to telling everything that happens to you everyday. It's just how you love to share your thoughts about the little things that happens & takes you to another world of thoughts. Auri absolutely loved that side of you,so did Mirae. They loved how you look so cute letting your thoughts out to them. 

You couldn't fix the puzzles of all these yet. This is so saddening how you can't remember any other thing of both guys or maybe the same guy other than the eyes. You sighed taking another spoonful of Ice cream as the cold feeling hit you & a loud voice pulled you out from your trail of thoughts,"Hey, Y/n what do you see in my eyes? Are you psychic? I'm so curious for real I swear! I mean how about we test you!? You must have some incredible powers? I mean who knows right." Shina laughed ignoring Mirae's whole speech she gave just a sec ago absolutely getting on your nerves as always. 

"For once act like an adult will you?" Mirae snapped.

You could see that she didn't enjoy how everyone is treating you. You smiled at her, "It's okay mi I'm not bothered, you know these assholes were and will forever be like this."

Mirae laughed a historical laugh as the others pouted except Jae-ah who looked so deeply in her own world as she suddenly clapped her hands in the air,"You know what, this whole dream thing can actually be true? Like I had something similar to this! I saw a hand-"

"Shouldn't we already head for the maze?" Mirae announced standing up from her chair completely ignoring the copy cat sitting beside you as you had to scoff at Jae-ah too.

Everyone one around the table let out a groan throwing their heads back. "Oh please what's so fun in there? It's nothing but a never ending path with thousands of ways,I ain't going!Auri whined.

"Thousands? Miss there's just eight different paths! And that is what makes this game interesting!" Mirae argued excitedly.

"Game? what is so game like there? Huh!? It's just a way of getting lost in a park like a 2 years old kid. It is a headache finding the way back."Shina fought back.

"That is why it's called 'maze' okay? It needs brain. And guess what? You don't have one." Mirae sassed losing herself as she felt heartbroken pouting & turning at you & Jae-ah. 

"Um..Mirae-ah I love how wild & free you are but this idea seems a bit well uh too wild,tiring and you know uh what I mean" Jae-ah sheepishly flashed Mi a smile.

You weren't very much fond of her idea as the last time you guys got out of that hell after sunset. Even the memories haunts you and you know all feels the same except Mi the wild & free girl of course.

But you didn't want to turn her down & make her upset after all she has ever done to you. So you felt determined to sacrifice, "Um yea-" and you couldn't thank the power high above more as you felt your phone vibrate in your purse.

You excused yourself pulling your phone out checking the caller ID. You jumped from your sit squealing like a five years old, "Oh my God!"

Auri grinned at your sudden cute squeals, "Who's it? S-?" Mi with sudden awakwardness roughly held Auri's  arms stopping her as Auri yelped.

Clearing her throat she asked chimming,"Who? Who?!" without thinking twice of her weird behavior you squealed further, "It's dad! I haven't heard from him for so long,I can't believe this." 

"Bish pick up and stop flashing us those bunny smiles! I'm melting"Mi yelled pretending to get attacked putting her palms on her heart. You chuckled at her picking up the call excitedly,

"Hello dad,I missed you! It's been so long,how are you doing?How's your health!?-"

"Good God, y/n ah-"

"How's mom? Are you guys doing good in busan? It is so hot in busan right now? Isn't it? Does the Ac work alright?Mom isn't overworking, is she?"

"y/n ah calm dow-"

"Oh and how's Aiden? He is still that naughty kid, isn't he? I'm sure he gets in trouble time to time? It wasn't something too big,was it? Oh and dad? Dad? Hello?

you checked the connection and found it well secured.

"My daughter is still the spritful human being huh?"

he suddenly chuckled from the other line making you release a sigh of relief. 

"You scared me!"

"Why? you thought I died huh? well that is very much possible though when someone hears you talk non stop"

"My voice ain't that scary!"

"Not at all. It's too beautiful to be scary. I wanted to hear it for so long. I still remember how your voice drifted me off to sleep every night . Those beautiful memories are so majestic yet so short."

"Hey dad,now I didn't tell you to flatter me & make me cry. I already miss you guys an awful lot! Will you tell me how are you all already?"

"Everything is just fine here my daughter, don't you worry at all.Your mother can't stop telling the neighbors how much of a genius and intelligent professional her daughter is."

"Not surprised at all."

"Aiden seems to respect you a lot. He wants...same path...d-d...id"

"Dad? Hello?" you checked out the connection as it showed weak network.

You were really eager to hear about Aiden and the weak connection was getting on your nerves. With a groan you slapped the screen.

.

"Please just this once. It's so fun! Why are y'all suddenly being such grumpy lazy aunties?" you looked at your friend trying to convince everyone around the table for you don't know how long.

But none of them seemed to  move a muscle at Mirae's plea. You checked for the connection pacing back and forth around the cafe but no sign,not even a little. Sighing you went back to your table, "Guys the connection here isn't stable. I'm gonna head out for a bit to get some network access. Go on." you sympathetically grinned at everyone but mostly Mi seeing her struggle. You mouthed an 'its okay' to her before leaving.

You went for the exit,walking fast and holding your phone close to your ear as you tried calling him again. As you were about to pull the gates a firm hand pushed it at the same time. You stared at the silver handle for a sec thinking how you were going to embarrass yourself by pulling it when it says 'push'.

You looked up at the person who just opened the door thinking it might be the security but rather it was a tall enough guy face completely hidden behind a mask and a cap. 

You could faintly see his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks as he looked down at you. His black mask hid half of his face and his long cap hid another half. His brownish locks were slightly touching his eyelashes trying to hide them too. His clothes were casual although you had no intention of checking him out. He was wearing a plain black T-shirt under his half red & half black jacket. All oversized.  And maybe casual navy jeans.

Goodness he isn't mysophobic, is he? You were so stunned at how he protects his face. He can't be an Idol, is he? Whatever his reason is you had no mood to judge. 

Connection access. You reminded yourself. Just as you were thinking to let him step out first you saw a hand gesturing you to step out first almost in a 'lady first' manner as his other hand held the handle preventing it from closing. You slightly looked up at him as you stepped out bowing your head , "thanks" and hurriedly tried to call your dad again. It was ringing as you let out a sigh of relief. It was the fourth ring but he wasn't picking up yet and you took that moment to admire the pinkish sky above you.

It was cloudless yet splashed with purple and orange hues in between. As if the pink sky let her friends make a miraculous portrait on her. It looked so peaceful around at this time.

Everybody went to the nearby cafes to take a break after a long bright fun day. Your eyes roamed around the area filled with lovely colorful flowers and large trees filled with leaves giving you spring vibes. And just as you turned your head the other side you saw the same guy scrolling his phone just beside you. He seemed to have the same problem of network as you saw him struggle placing his phone close to his ear and then again tapping on his phone aggressively. He looked so familiar yet unfamiliar now that you see him so closely. 

Could he be- No. Y/n don't go insane again. You'll end up being a clown.

Your eyes couldn't stop but roam on his navy jeans and the first thing you noticed is the shinchan key ring hanging loosely with several keys on his belt chain. You squealed inside finding your shinchan mate yet chuckled outside seeing how gorgeous he was looking with it. The belt chain made him look ten times hotter yet the key ring made him look so adorable.

You averted your gaze before he caught you staring, smiling to yourself. See dad! I'm not the only one. As if your father read your mind from Busan to Seoul he picked up,

"So? Do you still watch shinchan?"

You were so surprised & shocked at the same time for asking you about the thing you were thinking just now teasingly.

"Yah! The first thing you ask is this? Can't you just ask why the call got cut!?"

"What is there to ask about? It can happen! Now answer me? Do you still watch your idol?"

"Of course I do. He is forever my inspiration. I learnt a lot about life for him."

You felt the guy turn & tilt his head slightly to you as you blushed. Please don't listen.

"Yeah whatever you say. My daughter is rebellious. Never will win."

"Now you know"

"A..y..wa...s, Ai...de..n said he...wants..to..y..o.."

Why does this bloody network have to act like this whenever dad talks about Aiden.

"Hello? Dad? Hold on.Let the connection get better" you walked faster stepping out from the small yard of the cafeteria going forward where your feet was taking you to.

 .

He had to remove his other ear phone too now to hear your voice clearly. It was better than the song he was mindlessly hearing. Your voice was something he craved for decades it seemed. It sounded excitingly beautiful and soothing.

He couldn't but stare at your every movements amused as you were excitingly talking to your father. He was feeling frustrated when he didn't get a better connection and chose to leave yet the girl beside him was the same one who he opened the door for smiling to himself at your cuteness. He decided to stay for some more time as his mind told him to admire you.

Stupid you don't even know her. You're just here to get the goddamn network access. 

Yet he could not control himself from melting for you cute smiles,laughs,frowns,grins & chuckles. He found you every habits cute including the foot stomping. He loved the way you talked to your father so dearly as if you missed him for so long.

Earlier he was amazed seeing you admire every little details of the nature around. He could see it in her eyes how she didn't miss a single detail. The sky above sure looked mesmerizing but he was busy admiring the art before him. Still now he can't stop capturing her every details with his eyes and saving it in his heart. He couldn't understand why he felt so drowned neither he wanted to understand. 

The frown on your face was back as the connection went weak again. Funny how his mind was urging to bring her the strongest connection of the world just to see your face light up again. Just as you were leaving, something dropped from your shorts pocket. Without thinking much he called for you,picking up, "Miss!? You dropped something! Hello?"

He called for you but the dreamy girl you are, he knew you won't hear him. As your only motto for now was 'getting the connection back'. 

He stood up picking up the neatly folded handkerchief as his smirk grew wider behind his mask eyes slightly squinting tilting his head, "Is this why you were staring at my pants so dearly miss? So shinchan didn't go underrated after all huh?"

He smiled again running to find the beautiful owner of this plain white handkerchief with shinchan's famous smiling face printed on the corner of it. 

.

You can win a marathon. You run when walking so what do you do she when you run. Probably drive yourself? He thought thinking how thoughtless he sounds. He is confident about which way you went but there was no trace of yours. He could see a silhoette coming from the right turn as he followed the path. Turning he saw you far from him still unable to reach her father. 

"Miss!You dropped this!"

Finding it of use he ran again as he saw you enter some garden absent mindedly. Without thinking much he finally reached infront of it too about three minutes after you.

Needa workout again boy! 

He breatheheavily holding his knees for a second and entered the garden too, totally forgetting his important call.

Wait but is it really a garden?

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Her Serendipity Masterlist

✒ Summary- In which a woman with secrets happens to be the leader of a Mafia gang with the five loves of her life. But what happens when they soon come across two hybrids that they become very attached to. 

✒Pairing-   OT7 x Mafia!Fem!reader 

✒Alternative Universe - Hybrid + Mafia 

✒Warning - language, fluff, violence, gore, weapons, angst, poly. relationship, ???

✒ Characters - || Y/N, alpha, mafia leader ||  Yoongi, Beta, human, second in command || Namjoon, gamma, human, third in command || Seokjin, delta, human, fourth in command ||  Taehyung, hybrid, tiger || Jungkook, hybrid, black panther || Hoseok, hybrid. wolf ||  Jimin, hybrid, cheetah ||

Chapter One 

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Her Serendipity || 1

✒ Summary - In which a woman with secrets happens to be the leader of a Mafia gang with the five loves of her life. But what happens when they soon come across two hybrids that they become very attached to. 

✒ Pairing - OT7 x Mafia!Fem!reader 

✒ Alternative Universe - Hybrid + Mafia 

✒ Warnings - language, fluff, violence, gore, weapons, angst, poly. relationship, ???

✒ Characters - || Y/N, alpha, mafia leader ||  Yoongi, Beta, human, second in command || Namjoon, gamma, human, third in command || Seokjin, delta, human, fourth in command ||  Taehyung, hybrid, tiger || Jungkook, hybrid, black panther || Hoseok, hybrid. wolf ||  Jimin, hybrid, cheetah ||

✒ WC - 1763

CHAPTER ONE

A black car could be seen driving down a road alongside trees. Driving, it came to a slow stop and was met with a gated entrance that was hard to spot. Upon coming to the entrance, a camera appeared to move and scan the car as the window began to roll down. As the window rolled down further revealing a man with sunglasses on, a female voice could be heard in the air seeming to come from an unseen intercom.

"Please state your name, and business."

"Namjoon, Gamma, and I live here!" Namjoon grunted loud as he took off his glasses as he looked at the camera showing his face fully.

"Yes, sir you may enter," the woman answered as the pressing of buttons could be heard.

"While you're at it tell everyone that we need to have a meeting, it's urgent!" Namjoon shouted as he sped his car through the opening gates. Driving past a patch of trees revealed a huge pristine mansion. As Namjoon stopped abruptly in front of the mansion he was met with a man in a suit. Stepping out of the car he sends the man a small smile and drops his car keys in his hands. Moving he walks and enters the mansion and closes the doors behind him. Turning he was met by two men and one male hybrid.

"What's so urgent that we need a meeting Namjoon," one of the men questioned with crossed arms.

"Yoongi, we have a problem that I'll explain in the meeting." Namjoon answered the man known as Yoongi or Beta. With that said all of them understood and started their way down a hallway. With a few turns the group was met with a pair of black doors. The third man who's name was Seokjin, Jin, or also known as Delta was the first to open the doors.

Entering the room there was a desk in the middle of the room with a window behind it. Papers were scattered everywhere in piles along with books. The chair behind the desk was a big black cushioned chair that was facing the window. When the group walked in more a full grown cheetah jumped from the front of the chair and walked over to Yoongi and rubbed against his legs purring. The man smiled at the feline and reached down to pet their head.

"Alpha?" Namjoon was the first to break the silence but wasn't answered. After a few moments Yoongi then stood up fixing his coat and shouted. Upon hearing him shout the cat ran out of the room quickly.

"Y/n!?"

"What the fuck do you want," A woman named Y/n growled back at the group from her seat in the chair. Turning the chair around slowly a woman was revealed. This woman was Y/n L/n, she had long h/c hair that was slicked back into a low ponytail, and e/c colored eyes with her bright red painted lips and black suit with a red tie.

"I told them to tell you that we needed a meeting urgently." Namjoon said as he sat in a chair in front of her desk. When he said this the door to the office was opened quickly to reveal a male feline hybrid that seemed to be running as he quietly closed the door behind him. Seeing the attention on him he sent a shy smile and went to sit next to Yoongi who was sitting on a couch in the office.

"Yeah and you could do the meeting without me and have Yoongi or one of the others report back to me." Y/n stated as she crossed her arms and legs as she leaned back in her chair. Y/n was very much aggravated right now. Before the men had come and bothered her, Y/n was in her own little world thinking of things that could have been. Y/n wasn't one to get lost in her head much, she couldn't afford to. So when Y/n did get lost in her mind and was disturbed it put her in a foul mood.

"Sorry. I couldn't because this is a meeting for all of us, including you. We need to make a plan to raid a gang's place and you need to oversee it." Namjoon informed Y/n with a grim look. Namjoon knew Y/n was going through something that no one knew about so he tried to leave her be as much as he could. But this was a problem that came up that he needed her to oversee being she was the leader, and she was the one that specializes in raids.

"What now?" She grunted with a clenched jaw.

"James and his group have been trying to take over one of our territories discreetly and he almost has control." Namjoon started as he reached into his coat pocket and took out a few papers with sell numbers and names. Leaning over he handed Y/n the papers and continued his speech," I got a call from an undercover informant in James' gang that I placed a while back to keep an eye on him. And they got a hold of these numbers and names that were being documented for proof. And they even told me that it would be best if we raid today. They faxed all of this and a layout of James hideout." Namjoon finished telling everyone. Y/n looked over the papers and began to search through her own papers to see any connections. Upon seeing it was indeed true she began cursing under her breath. She was livid that something like this had happened.

"Why the hell does this informant want to give us all of this information? They didn't just hand this over out of the goodness of their heart." Jin questioned Namjoon from his spot on the couch with Yoongi and the feline male hybrid. Y/n placed both of her arms on the desk waiting for Namjoon to answer because she was more interested now than ever after seeing the papers.

"Truly, all they wanted was us to take down James, to stay anonymous, and to get enough money for them to get out of this business and start a normal life." Namjoon faltered, knowing that what he was going to say next was going to anger her.

"And?" Yoongi asked, coming into the conversation. He knew Namjoon was holding something back.

"Well they know it is a long shot... but they want us to consider sparing the two hybrids James has. They were very adamant about the two hybrids saying they were being treated horribly and they didn't deserve to be killed with James Gang." Namjoon answered, informing the group about the last thing the informant wanted.

"Well that's not up to them, I'll take it into consideration. But I make the final decisions," Y/n snapped, pointing to herself, not liking being told what to do. Y/n then turned to the two male hybrids in the room. One being the hybrid sitting in between Jin and Yoongi on the couch named Jimin. And the other a wolf hybrid sitting on the arm of the couch named Hoseok or Hobi. Y/n then asked both with a small smile, "do either of you know the hybrids that James has."

"I don't know much just that they're rare breeds," Hobi informed. This led everyone to look over to Jimin. Jimin smiled at everyone as he thought about all the hybrids he knew. Hobi and Jimin were the organizers and links that the group had to hybrids all over. From gangs to businesses all were mostly informants but some could be more if they chose to be. Many humans underestimated hybrids and looked at them as if they were below them. Using this to their advantage they would help hybrids all over and ask if they'd like to join. Which many agreed too. Especially upon seeing how Y/n treated her gang and hybrids alike no discrimination. But they could also always see that Y/n had a soft spot for hybrids for some reason.

"James doesn't like hybrids. But I do know he bought two on the black market a little over a year ago. I think a tiger and black panther. Both males and both are very rare predator breeds. That's all I can remember getting informed I was never able to get in touch with them. He has them under lock and key," Jimin answered with a grim look. Everyone else had looks of sadness and sympathy knowing that they must truly be treated horribly. Knowing that Namjoon's informant was telling the truth about James taking over their territory, why would they lie about the hybrids and be persistent about them?

"Well I guess we're doing this," Y/n said as she got up from her seat with papers in hand. Straightening her suit Y/n led the group to the doors heels clicking against the floor as she took out her phone.

"Get everyone to the meeting room now!"

Y/n ordered through her phone before hanging up and placing it in her pocket. Hobi opened the door for everyone, giving Y/n a wide smile as his tail wagged while Y/n sent him a small one in return. Walking by she reached up and ran her finger through his hair. Which granted her pleasant grumble from Hobi leading her to chuckle.

When Y/n's hand left Hobi's hair her arm was soon taken by Jimin who looped his own arm with hers. Shaking her head Y/n looked at the feline hybrid and was met with a smile. Smiling, Y/n leaned in and kissed Jimin's cheek. A purr left him as he hugged her arm to him. They were soon walking in sync with each other as Jimin leaned his head on her shoulder. Continuing on her way through the house to another area, she studies the papers. She then hands them over to Yoongi who takes them gratefully studying them himself.

Reaching a room, a man in a suit opens the doors for the group. As they walked in Jimin detached himself from Y/n but stayed close. Everyone entered silently, still handing off the papers to each other all wanting to take a look. Looking around the room Y/n was met by many men and women. Along with hybrids of all kinds male and female.

"Let's begin shall we?" Y/n announced getting everyone's attention.

Her Serendipity || 2

✒ Summary - In which a woman with secrets happens to be the leader of a Mafia gang with the five loves of her life. But what happens when they soon come across two hybrids that they become very attached to.

✒ Pairing - OT7 x Mafia!Fem!reader

✒ Alternative Universe - Hybrid + Mafia

✒ Warnings - language, fluff, violence, gore, weapons, angst, poly. relationship, ???

✒ Characters - || Y/N, alpha, mafia leader ||  Yoongi, Beta, human, second in command || Namjoon, gamma, human, third in command || Seokjin, delta, human, fourth in command ||  Taehyung, hybrid, tiger || Jungkook, hybrid, black panther || Hoseok, hybrid. wolf ||  Jimin, hybrid, cheetah ||

✒ WC - 3664

CHAPTER TWO

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Y/n had been sitting in the car for a while waiting for her signal to come into the hideout. Everyone was doing their job at the moment raiding the hideout. It wasn’t a hard job so Y/n stayed back with Jimin and Jin sitting on each side of her. Her head was leaning on Jin’s shoulder as Jimin leaned his head on her arm. His fluffy ears tickled her shoulder every now and then when they moved. 

Even though she was comfortable she knew that her comfort was about to end. Sighing Y/n sits up carefully catching the two beside her attention. Pulling her arm free she looked at her wrist watch and was now sure she was about to get a call. Her predictions were right because soon she heard the sound of her phone ringing. Opening the coat of her jacket she reached and answered the phone and was soon hearing the voice of Yoongi. 

“It’s done. We have everything set up for you,” Y/n heard Yoongi inform her. 

“Okay,” Y/n answered. She then pulls the phone away a little and looks at Jimin and nods, ordering, “Jimin, everything is set, shift for me please and Jin get yourself ready.”

She received a nod from both. Jimin started to strip so he could shift, and Jin took out his gun making sure it was set and placing it in his holster. Y/n then turned her attention back to her phone, “we’re on our way where are you guys?”

“Front room, as soon as you walk in the room on your right. See you soon.” Yoongi shared, then hung up. 

Which led Y/n to roll her eyes at the man. Turning she was met with a full grown cheetah sitting next to her, watching and waiting for the next move. Smiling, she reached out and rubbed his head affectionately. Moving she patted herself down to make sure her weapons were in place. 

The car door soon opened and gained her attention, looking up she saw it was Jin. Jimin soon jumped from the car standing waiting for Y/n. Climbing out of the car with Jin's help. She was soon followed by Jimin in his cheetah form on her left and Jin on her right. All three observed their surroundings as they stalked forward towards the building. The only thing heard was the click of Y/n’s heels against the pavement. 

Reaching the door Jin opened for the two. Which led Y/n to nod in thanks, walking into the building Y/n could see the aftermath of the raid everywhere. Furniture was ruined, bullet holes littered the walls along with red marks staining it. Walking further in, she took the directions Yoongi told her. 

Soon arriving at the room she was met with James’s men kneeling with her men and women guarding them. Yoongi was behind the one Y/n knew as the leader James. While Namjoon, and Hobi in his black wolf form both stood on each side of Yoongi. Seeing the three enter, many from Y/n’s group nodded in greetings which were returned. Sighing, Y/n walked to the sofa in the room that gave her a good vantage point of everyone. Sitting down on the sofa Y/n unbuttoned her suit coat and sat back getting comfortable. Gesturing to Hobi and Jimin who soon jumped and joined her on the sofa sitting tall and proud beside her.  

“So, James why were you stupid enough to try and take over my territory?” 

Was the first thing Y/n asked calmly. Placing her hand on Hobi’s head she began petting the tense wolf. She wanted to give him comfort after the raid he just took part in. Y/n wasn’t surprised when she was granted a grumble from his chest as he leaned into her hand. She had to bite her lip to stop the smile that was creeping in. What she didn’t know was that two individuals were watching her interaction with the two hybrids very closely.

“I don’t have to tell you anything! All you need to know is a bitch like you shouldn’t have so much power.” James growled out which led Yoongi to smack him hard in the back of the head. 

Y/n chuckled seeing the action along with a few others. Crossing her legs placing her arm on the back of the sofa she raised her brow to the man waiting for a better answer. Jimin soon laid down placing his head on Y/n’s lap while Y/n started running her fingers through his fur, thinking. Observing the man she then gestured for James to talk. But after some time she wasn’t given any other answer so she started to decide upon what she was going to do.

 Looking around her eyes fell upon two male hybrids that were entangled together cowering in the corner with two of her women guarding them. Checking the men kneeling around she figured those were the two rare hybrids the informant was talking about. Tilting her head looking at the two she couldn’t deny they were handsome. But she could also see that they were neglected which made her clench her jaw in anger. Though she soon was smirking at the two and raising her hand waving her fingers. They were both shocked to say the least and looked away flushed. Turning her attention back to James she knew exactly what she was going to do.

“To be honest I don’t need to know anything from you. I have all the information I need. I just wanted to see what you’d say James.” Y/n smirked, patting Jimin’s and Hobi’s head causing them to grunt and move as she stood up. She soon gestured to Yoongi to walk James closer to her, which he did, leading James to stumble over himself. Having James so close Y/n didn’t seem to sit well with her own two hybrids who both growled. Turning she shushed them which they did so, and she then turned to look at James.

”See I had no problem with you and your gang. That is until I hear about you trying to take over my territory. How did you expect me to react to that huh James?” Y/n sighed leaning against a bookshelf. Looking at the two women guarding the hybrids she gestures to them to bring the hybrids over. Grabbing both of the shaking hybrids the women brought them over. Anger took over James' expression as did curiosity wondering what she wanted with his hybrids.

“As I said before you shouldn’t have such power. A woman like you is good for one thing, a good lay,” James chuckled. Many scoffs were heard around the room from Y/n’s gang. Yoongi looked about to say something about James disrespect. But didn’t get to because before he could Y/n was already taking a harsh grip of the back of James' hair. And with all her strength sending his head against the shelf she was leaning on. 

All was heard was a yelp from James and the two hybrids. Then James' body was laying in a heap on the floor. Y/n clenched her jaw as she looked down then kicked him into rolling over with a groan. Standing over him she placed her heel against his neck.

“Very disrespectful James. I must say you're just making it worse for yourself. But don’t worry before the worst comes. I want to see your face with what I’m about to do to you. Because boy do I have things to do.” Y/n smirks as she walks over him. 

Leaving him in pain, confusion, and for the first time fear. Stalking over and walking by a few shaking men Y/n soon reached her destination. She was now towering over and looking down at the shaking hybrids that were now kneeling in front of her. Observing them trying to see what approach to take. Y/n soon crouches down and sends them a genuine small smile. 

“Hello, my name is Y/n. What are your names?” Y/n greeted as she studied the two. She could tell they were both not fed right and could see scratch marks and bruises that littered their skin. It made her mad but she buried it down knowing it wouldn’t get her anywhere with them. But looking at them she could see they had potential, but knew it all added up to what they did and said after her proposition.  

“Jungkook a-and Taehyung.” The one who seemed to be the panther hybrid answered, stumbling over his words as he held the other tightly. Nodding her head she watches the two look shocked at something beside her. Turning she was met by Hobi and Jimin not far behind. She knew why they were there, they didn’t like her near the hybrids. 

Sighing, she stood up and turned her attention to Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jin. The three knew that look very well, looking at the two male hybrids and back at Y/n they nodded in agreement. The three took a seat at the sofa letting Y/n take over and do what she does to many hybrids in their gang, make an offer.

“I have an offer for the both of you,” Y/n informed as she watched the two. Jimin and Hobi standing beside her both observing the two understanding what was going to happen next having the same deal offered to them. Many were watching in wonder, from her gang many wondering what path the two hybrids would take, from James were clueless as to what Y/n was doing, no one was more clueless and panicked then James. 

“There's only two of you, I don't mind adding more to my gang.” Y/n started watching as the two looked shocked at what Y/n was offering. 

“You both will have a home, will be trained, treated equally, and will be able to pick from the many jobs I have available,” Y/n explained to the tiger and panther hybrid. They were scared and found it hard to believe what she was saying. But both soon looked at the two hybrids beside her. 

They observed the black wolf and cheetah as they stood proud next to her. Both could see them with their fancy collars around their neck that though looked fancy seemed comfortable to wear, unlike their own. They could also see that the two looked healthy and well taken care of.

 Jimin and Hobi knew they were looking at them observing. Hobi growled at them knowing they were probably thinking ill of Y/n and turned to look up at Y/n with admiration. As Jimin began to rub his head against her thigh. Knowing what the two were doing Y/n crouched down again and petted the two and began to talk again.

“These two are my hybrids… for years now. Hobi and Jimin. It was years ago that I gave them the same offer I’m giving you… so, what do you say boys? All I need is one secret from both of you. Just one each that will be good to me about James here,” Y/n smirked looking at James who looked filled with panic and fear. As she kissed both Jimin and Hobi atop their furry heads openly showing her affection towards the two. Showing how much she appreciated the two. Her doing this showing her affection and then hearing the offer, gave James and his men a little hint at one of the reasons at what made her so powerful… hybrids. 

This was one of the things that made Y/n so powerful as a leader. Y/n knew how people underestimate their hybrids and always thought little of them. It was this that always gave Y/n the advantage because most always let their guards down and let secrets slip around their supposedly ‘weak hybrids.’ 

Y/n had many hybrids of all kinds and genders who worked for her around the world that were paid fairly and secretly by her. Most were spies playing the weak and obedient hybrids for their ‘owners.’ But they would always report back to Hobi and Jimin who supervised and kept track of them and then they would report to Y/n. 

Others were few who chose to be Y/n’s guards and assassins who were trained by Y/n herself and others. Taught to take their animal side a step further to fight and use their enhanced senses to be empowering instead of being a submissive hybrid. Y/n’s earned a lot of respect from spies and has trained some of the best. With some who didn’t want to be a part of the violence Y/n would set them up with a new life, or offer them jobs as maids and butlers. The most important part of it all was that she would let them choose. Give them a choice in what they want to have happen in their life. 

“You can’t be serious! Trusting no for good nothing beasts that are met to be beneath us. Same with those two at your feet. But I swear if you both say anything I will beat the shi-!”James yelled out in anger and disgust. But before he could finish Y/n was standing gun in hand and sending a bullet close to his head making him shout out in fright. Y/n was getting tired of him and his mouth but knew she had to wait. Y/n had to be patient if she was going to get the satisfaction of seeing his face when and if the two male feline hybrids told her what she wanted to know. Letting her arm drop to her side feeling the weight of the gun in her hand with a smirk.

“Again disrespectful James, I don’t like it. That mouth of yours is really going to get you in trouble. Next time I’m going to tape your damn mouth shut.” Y/n growled with a clench jaw. And soon turned to the two kneeling before her who were holding their ears shakingly staring at the gun in her hand. Sighing, she placed the gun in her holster under her arm and placed her hands on her hips. 

“What do you guys say? Got anything for me Jungkook, Taehyung?” Y/n soothed the two with a smile. Watching she could see the two thinking of what to do as they looked off in space then at each other. Jungkook was the first to nod, then move from Taehyung shakeningly and sit up tall and gather the courage to look up at Y/n. Gulping he looked up at Y/n for a moment while she tilted her head in question with a smile.

“He-he has a set up in a secret basement where all his extra supplies are, nobody knows about it except a few people. It’s behind a false wall. There's a hidden button that opens the door behind a photo as soon as you walk in the room.” Jungkook stuttered as he looked down to the floor, black round ears flat against his head so he didn't see anyones face, especially James. Looking at him she wasn't surprised that Jungkook was the first to speak. She could see so much potential in the two.

“How do you know?” Y/n questioned as she gestured for Namjoon to check with a few of their gang. Nodding Namjoon took a few people with him and went to check. 

“He had me and Taehyung work in the room at times,” Jungkook answered quickly with a gulp. A scuffle was heard and James could be seen trying to get up to try and attack Jungkook. Which led Jungkook to fall back into Taehyung who caught him and both to flinch away. A growl escaped Hobi and Jimin as the two stood in front of Y/n and the two other male hybrids on guard.

“You piece of shit!” James yelled in anger, his whole face covered with panic, fear, and fury. Y/n soon chuckled, turning to James with a wided satisfying smile. 

“Thank you Jungkook!” Y/n praised Jungkook. He couldn’t help the blush that took over his face hearing her praise him; it took everything in him not to purr from it. 

Y/n was still smiling at James who had a face ridden with fear, as she continued, “ see this is exactly what I wanted and like to see. The faces you’re making as if your whole world is crumbling. Just because you underestimated someone, in your case it’s your two hybrids, that you treated like shit. The two you least expected to bite you in the ass with the extra information you let slip in front of them. Talk about karma being a bitch. And as I said before you open your mouth again it’s going to be taped shut.” Y/n teased as she laughed, some others could be heard chuckling around but covered up with a muffle of a hand and coughs. 

“Jin, will you do the honors of taping his mouth shut?” Y/n turned to Jin who nodded with a smile. After someone got Jin tape he was soon taping James' mouth shut with a chuckle. Not long after Namjoon came back with a smirk, “what he said was true. Everything was there, the button, extra supplies, everything. The others are gathering everything up.” 

“Nice, that's what I like to hear. Jungkook since everything you said was true your part of the deal is set now mine is in play. You may stand and take a seat on that nice sofa next to Yoongi.” Y/n beamed as she ordered and clapped triumphantly. Jungkook looked back at Taehyung and sent him a reassuring nod then hesitantly got up. As he walked by Y/n sent him a smile, but soon she turned to Taehyung. Taehyung was shaking more than ever as he looked at the ground, afraid to look up his tail in his hands gripping it tightly.

 “Now Taehyung do you have anything for me?” Y/n asked softly as she waited patiently. Taehyung thought and thought, what could possibly be good for her like the extra supplies that Jungkook told her about. 

He thought and finally something came to mind, something nobody knew about, he didn’t even tell Jungkook about it. It was something James had done and showed while thinking Taehyung had passed out after he beat him senseless for accidentally spilling his drink. He thought he was being discreet when he turned to look at James in fear. This would surely make him furious and make him want to kill him. His thoughts were shaken when a hand touched his chin gripping it softly causing him to flinch. Guiding him to look he was met with Y/n crouching in front of him with a smile as she whispered to him. 

“Don’t worry about him or anyones else. If you have something to say, look at me and say it. But say it loudly for everyone to hear. Because if I’m reading you right, you have something to tell me, you have something juicy to spill.” 

“He has a safe in his office behind a painting that's above his desk. If you move it to the side there's a keypad,” Taehyung stuttered as he spoke to Y/n.

 He was taking in the curves of her cheeks, color of her eyes, the arh of her brows, and the ponytail that held her long hair that fell over her shoulder. For the first time he could see how beautiful this woman was, she was taking his breath away. Y/n smirked knowing what she was doing to him and whispered again, “tell me a few things, pretty tiger. What’s in the safe? Do you know the code to it? And how do you know about it?”

“It has a lot of cash in it and some other papers, I don’t know about them but I think they're important. If I saw the code right I think it’s 0000 And I saw it when I was lying on the floor after he had beaten me. I believe he thought I passed out,” Taehyung shared. So distracted by her, Taehyung soon jumped when he heard a muffled yell, shouting, grunts, then scuffling. Turning the two saw was Jungkook growling and baring his teeth on top of James with Hobi not too far away and Jimin standing close in front of them. Both in front of Taehyung and Y/n.

“Well seeing the way he’s reacting I’m thinking it's true and it seems to be something important. Namjoon, can you please go check to see if it’s there?” Y/n asked as she stood from Taehyung. Crossing her arms she was watching Jungkook and how he carried himself to protect Taehyung.

“Sure,” Namjoon nodded and soon took a few people with him. Y/n watched as they walked by but soon turned. She had her attention on James who was still under Jungkook. Jungkook didn’t care, all he wanted was to protect Taehyung from the man that put them through hell. 

Tilting her head Y/n could see all the potential from Jungkook. But that was only if he chose to be a part of her gang. Turning to Taehyung she could also see potential in him as well under all the fear. Smirking Y/n was already making plans for the two depending on their decisions and what path they took. She knew just because they chose to give her the secrets that didn’t mean that they wanted to go into the path that she wanted them to take. So Y/n knew she had to be patient and wait for their answers.

ADORE

☆Summary - You beg Taehyung, your boyfriend who is a tattoo artist to give you your first tattoo but he’s hesitant to. But after agreeing and seeing you with your tattoo he can’t seem to keep his hands off you. 

☆Song - Adore (Cashmere Cat ft. Ariana Grande)

☆Pairing - AU!Tattoo Artist!Taehyung x Shy!Fem!Reader

☆Alternative Universe - Tattoo Artist + Normal life

☆Genre - Fluff, Smut

☆Word count - 2409

☆Warning - Smut, Soft smut, pet names, Tattooing, Reader getting her first tattoo, inside lip tattoo, Tattooed Taehyung, Fingering, Unprotected sex, Biting, Hair pulling, Tattoos,??? (if I should add just let me know) 

☆A/N - Okay I'm so nervous for this one shot. It’s been so long since I’ve written smut, so if you can please give me your feedback. I would really appreciate it. Depending on how this one will go I will write more smut. And I will allow requests for smut. Other than that, I hope you enjoy it.

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At the moment you were walking to a very familiar place, a tattoo shop called Magic Shop that was like a second home to you. You were following after Taehyung. Your boyfriend of a year who was the co-owner with his best friends. He was also a tattooed Adonis of a man that you had no idea how you snagged off the market, with your shy and timid tendency. 

Right now you were walking after him fiddling with your shoulder bag, as he fished through his pocket for the keys to open the shop door. Stopping you admired his backside in his tight black jeans as you begged him endlessly to give you your first tattoo. Turning to open the door for you, Taehyung soon caught you red handed staring at him. Which caused you to look away quickly as you felt your face heat up. Smirking, Taehyung reaches to grab your chin to force you to look at him with your e/c eyes that show embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, I just don’t want you to regret it later on. Okay,” he sighs. He then  licked his sinful lips as he looked at you with his brown mesmerizing eyes. Taehyung always knew how to make you feel things that no one else did. 

“And don’t think I didn’t just catch you staring, you're always cute when you blush,” Taehyung whispered into your ear with his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. Moving slowly he pressed a soft gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

Boy, so what's been on your mind? For me, it's just you all the time We don't need to go nowhere tonight It's you and I, we'll be alright

Smiling you and moving your head slightly you capture his lips with your own.  Which leads him to take his hand off the door causing it to shut. Placing his strong calloused hands on your hips. He soon breaks away from the kiss with a smirk looking down at you. You then place your hands on his chest biting your lip. Then you proceeded to pout dramatically to him. You really wanted this tattoo and you wanted him to do it for you.

“But since you’re begging so nicely, and I’d rather it be me who gives you your first tattoo I’ll do it,” he signed as he gave into your request with a smile. Looking at him with wide eyes a squeal escaped you.

“Thank you,” you exclaimed to him. You then reached up grabbing the collar to his jacket and pulled him into a long passionate kiss not caring about anyone who could see. You were just so excited to be getting a tattoo and that he agreed to do it.

 'Cause here, we get to take our time

You, you're finer than some wine

We don't need to go nowhere tonight

It's you and I, we'll be alright

I'll give you everything

I'll give you everything

“Come on Tae. Please can we do it now,” you begged. At the moment you were pouting with your hands together giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. Looking up from the drawings and tracings he had scattered on display in front of him on his desk. He then leans back in his chair, crossing his arms admiring you. 

Taehyung looks at you with a wide smile, not being able to help himself with how cute you look. Right now, you were sitting on your knees with wide eyes, your bottom lip jutted out and fingers tangled together. He was amazed at how open you were with only him. Without  a care in the world, or a care of anyone's judgment on the way you were acting. Taehyung was honored that you only act this way around him, outgoing and carefree. Not like your shy usually closed off timid self around others. It took awhile, but with his stubbornness and patient creative mind he was able to slowly open your shell. Letting the gates flood open with the amazing creativity and abnormalness that was Y/N.

“Ugh love, you’re going to be the death of me,” Taehyung chuckles. He soon stands up from the chair with the stencil drawing of his initials that he wrote. Scurrying off your chair you followed after him down the hall with a skip in your step. On your way to his workspace you both pass other tattoo artists at work such as  Jungkook, Yoongi, and  Namjoon. Seeing them you send greetings to them, receiving smiles and ‘hellos’.

You don't owe me anything

So when you're ready, baby

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my 

You were in Taehyung’s work space sitting in a big black chair. You at the moment were fidgeting in excitement as he got the tools and supplies that he needed together. He was gathering everything for the task of tattooing his initials KTH on the inside of your lower lip. Sitting down in a stool with wheels, Taehyung pushes himself over settling in between your legs comfortably. Placing his tattooed covered arms on your thighs that were now on display since he took off his jacket.

 Looking up at you with a smile Taehyung reaches up grabbing the nape of your neck pressing a hard kiss to your lips. This caused you to bring your hands up and wrack your fingers through his hair pulling at the strands as you moaned. Grunting Taehyung grips your thighs, squeezing them. He then leans away with a chuckle and a big smile as you chase after the kiss. With a dazed sigh your hands drop to your lap with a small smile that you couldn’t seem to get rid of. Taehyung leaned over your leg grabbing a pair of black gloves from a little silver table with other tools, putting them on swiftly .

 “Alright love, you know the deal with everything?”

Nodding your head vigorously in confirmation and excitement. You already knew the things that needed to be done with getting a tattoo on your lip. You had asked everyone in the shop their input on the procedure, and also looked up as much information on lip tattoos as you could. You didn’t care if you were being paranoid, you weren’t going to get something as terrifying as a tattoo and not know anything on the matter. If you were being honest with yourself, the only reason you were getting one was because Taehyung was the one that was going to tattoo it himself. Such as the care, rinsing and spitting more often especially every time after eating or drinking, and most importantly that it most likely will be temporary. 

“Alright, then let’s get started shall we!” Taehyung says enthusiastically. You giggled as he began clapping his hands together with a big smile. A smile he only seems to reserve for you. Rubbing your legs against Taehyung’s strong calves affectionately. You then smile back at him before you open your mouth for him. He then starts getting the numbing swabs ready for your mouth. 

And then I'm like, oh, your love

My my my my my

And then I'm like, oh, yeah yeah

'Cause you're what I adore

 Taehyung was in a daze as he was holding your lower lip. He was admiring his work now. With both of his thumbs looking at his handwritten initials as you were both in front of a mirror. With the new tattoo Taehyung was looking at you with what you could only describe as love, lust, and possessiveness. Looking up into his eyes you could now see his brown eyes now staring in a daze at you with so many emotions at you.

 “Oh Y/n. You have no idea how much this is turning me on right now,” Taehyung grunts as he slowly walks you until your back hits the wall. Molding his body with yours perfectly you could feel his hard member against your stomach. You soon become a moaning mess when he tangles his fingers through your hair. He then  kisses your lips carefully not wanting to hurt you. Taehyung then leaves open mouth kisses down your jaw then to your neck as you move your head to the side. Inviting him to bite, nip and leave as many marks all over as he wanted.

 After that, when you catch your breath

You look at me and say

Love, are you real?

Just don't pretend you're just a friend

Clothes were scattered everywhere in the small workspace as you gasped for air with your head back. Your legs were wrapped around Taehyung’s waist, and eyes closed in pure bliss. Taehyung was pumping two fingers into your soaked pussy rubbing the palm of his hand on your soaked clit expertly, as he bit hard at your collar bone. 

“Please Tae, can I, please!” You begged as your nails clawed at his inked decorated  back squeezing your thighs around his waist.

Taehyung tsked, shaking his head no which had you whimpering in irritation.  Moving his head from your neck he smirked mischievously. Reaching both of his strong tattooed hands up he exposes your new tattoo lip, and soon he bites his own. A whimper escapes your mouth as you feel his lips gently against your own as well from the loss of his digits from your tight pussy. 

Smirking, Taehyung leans back after he pecks his initials softly. He then smiles moving away but stops as you lean forward and deliver a kitten lick to his top lip with a shy smile. A wide smile forms on Taehyung’s sinful lips as he leans in diminishing the space between you two once again. You moan, as you reach up and thread your fingers through his hair as he licks your top lip teasingly. Taking you by surprise he sucks your tongue between his lips.  He then begins to ravish every inch of your mouth carefully with his tongue turning you into a moaning mess. 

I'll give you everything

I'll give you everything

You don't owe me anything

So when you're ready, baby

 Taehyung continues with his teasing, making you tremble in pleasure. You keep pleading with him to give you the sweet release that you want so badly. Walking over he then sits down in his black chair with you in his lap. He reclines it back holding onto your hips so you are secure. Looking up at you he runs his hand up your hips to your chest giving your ample breasts a painful but pleasurable squeeze, holding onto his wrist as you throw your head back moaning in pleasure.

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

 Looking down at Taehyung in all his glory you tilt your head with a soft loving smile. Taehyung licks his lips as the corners of them start to twitch, not being able to help himself. When you were in a carefree mood it always seemed to be contagious to him. Taehyung adores you more and more every moment he’s with you. Even if Taehyung hadn't said it to you yet, he loved you with his entire being. 

 Smiling up at you. Taehyung didn't stop you as your hands traveled down his inked wrist to his shoulders tracing the detailed drawings on his body. So entranced by him leaning down you began to kiss Taehyung's decorative neck with a skull and flowers. Every intricate black line you kissed. And then you began biting hard leaving dark purple marks everywhere. From his chest to shoulders as your hands traveled down his stomach to his hard cock.

And then I'm like, oh, your love

My my my my my

And then I'm like, oh, yeah yeah

'Cause you're what I adore

Taehyung was buried deep inside your tight pussy as you rode him with a steady pace. Leaning down you kiss him softly, both of you moaning insync as he starts to meet your thrust. You soon throw your arms around his neck.

Just don't pretend you're just a friend

Don't pretend you're just a friend

Don't pretend you're just a friend

Don't pretend you're just a friend, boy

Thrusting into with a slow but deep pace, Taehyung then tangles his long fingers through your hair pulling your head back resulting in you moaning loudly. Grunting and cursing Taehyung takes his other hand grabbing your jaw keeping you from biting your now tattooed lower lip. Not caring if the two of you were loud, Taehyung allows you to do the one thing you’ve wanted to do with just a few words. 

 “Come for me baby girl!” Taehyung growls as you scream in pleasure, finally having that sweet release you wanted so badly. 

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

Taehyung was content as you sat in his lap, both of you still naked and bodies still molded together perfectly. Your head was lying on his shoulder as you dragging a finger outlining each unique inked illustration on his skin. Sighing Taehyung looks down at you with a loving smile as you return a shy one back to him. Chuckling he kisses your head, then grabs your chin he pushes your bottom lip down gently looking at his initials. Not being able to get enough of seeing the letters KTH.

“I got to say love, this is going to drive me crazy,” he sighs with a chuckle. Looking at you enormed but soon raises a brow, when you smirked at him innocently batting your lash at him. Taking Taehyung by surprise, you suck his thumb into your mouth, licking the length which causes him to grunt and wet his lips. 

“As I always say you’re gonna be the death of me Y/n,” Taehyung growls which leads you to giggle feeling him grow hard once again all because of you.

And then I'm like, oh, your love

My my my my my

And then I'm like, oh, yeah yeah

'Cause you're what I adore

Giggling you circle your arms around his neck as he picks you up off his lap, gripping your thighs tightly he wraps them around his waist securely. Walking you to the wall ravishing you all over again without a care in the world.

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‧✧̣̇‧ Study Buddy 03

‧✧̣̇‧ pairings: YN x Taehyung

‧✧̣̇‧ warnings: cussing, most important warning. Jeon Jungkook. Suggestive language

‧✧̣̇‧ genre: college au, friends to lovers au, fluff, tiny itsy bitsy bit of angst, Taehyung doesn’t know he’s in love AU, idiot to lovers au.

‧✧̣̇‧ summary: You and Taehyung hang out outside of your study buddy sessions for the first time.

‧✧̣̇‧ word count: 1.6k

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A/n: feedback and reblogs are always welcomed! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

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If this was any other man you would have given him shit if he made you walk this much, but it was Taehyung and he really wanted to show you the desserts at his favorite cafe. He said that they always put up the prettiest lights for the holidays so you could have a nice view while eating yummy cupcakes.

When he asked you to hang out, you were over the moon, on cloud nine, in heaven. Of course you dreamt of this before, you’ve even wished for it, but you never thought this day would actually come. Kim Taehyung asked you to hang out? The best part was he wanted you to try his friend’s new cupcake flavors.

Wasn’t that something couples do? Try new food together? Oh you don’t know but your heart swirled with love at the idea.

You must have been in a slow daze because you almost ran into Taehyung, who had been waiting for you to catch up to him.

“You okay?” Taehyung asked, seeing how puffy and pink your cheeks were from the snowy air.

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kim taehyung fic recs!!!

my favs<3

One-shots:-

Lover's Revenge - @kooktrash

summary:- you dated Taehyung before he made it big, so it was easy to assume he’d forgotten all about you. but for the past two years you’ve been his muse even after your split. a forbidden love that never faded.

All you want - @kooktrash

summary:- in the world of high society finding your future partner took a lot of preparation. kim taehyung is one of the most sought out bachelors and he’s been roped on a blind date with Y/n, a spoiled rich girl not used to being told no. what happens when the two clash?

Heatwave - @curly-bangtan

Summary: When your town is hit with a heatwave, and the air conditioning at your shared place coincidentally malfunctions, you start to go a little crazy at your shit luck because there’s nothing you hate more than clammy pits, while Taehyung goes a little crazy thinking you’re trying to seduce him with your tiny shorts and popsicle-sucking skills.

Loverboy - @kookslastbutton

Summary: After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

These things take time (supernatural au) - @laughing-with-god

Summary: There's something wrong with your boyfriend Taehyung. At least, you think it's him.

Electra heart - @kooktrash

summary:- just dumped by his cheating ex girlfriend, taehyung seeks help from the campus primadonna to make his ex jealous. y/n is spoiled, mean and filthy rich—everything his ex loathed. what happens when the two form a pretend relationship that leaves their hearts in great turmoil?

overdue | kth.

— banner by @jamaisjoons 🧸

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary : Wherein Kim Taehyung has many overdue books, and he offers you his sexual services in lieu of the payments.

↠ genre : pwp, fluff, smut, college au, bookshop au, slight strangers to lovers, classmates to lovers

↠ rating : 18+

↠ warnings : swearing, a little bickering, kissing, making out, slight choking, hickies, body worship, oral (m. receiving & allusions to f. receiving), Taehyung hits it from the back, unprotected sex (be safe <3), edging, spanking, taehyung being a sly shit, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, creampie, semi-public sex, degradation (slut, whore), praising, begging & it’s soft & soppy towards the end because kim taehyung is a romantic at heart <3

↠ word count : 5K

↠ a/n : hello loves !! and it’s finally here <3 sorry about the delay (life’s been a mess) but i hope you enjoy this quick pwp !! it isn’t my greatest work , but i wanted to post something for my birthday for you all as a thank you for being here <3 thank you to @chateautae ; @kithtaehyung & @kookiestarlight for reading over 🤎 and thank you to @jamaisjoons for the stunning banner 🍪 as always, your feedback is truly appreciated & happy reading !! <3

↠ song : 120 - bad bunny

"Oh, and the name's Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."

"I know your name. We're in the same class," you sigh, turning your back to him, and instead of unpacking your new stack of books. "I just want you to return the books you took out months ago."

"Same class?" Taehyung repeats, leaning on the counter. You aren't even facing him, but you know that he's wearing the usual feline smirk on his lips. "Interesting. I've never noticed you."

Despite the both of you being in Professor Choi's class, you never really speak to one another. You usually sit at the front of the lecture hall, and Taehyung opts for the seats at the back instead.

You and Taehyung are quiet class members, not really interacting with anyone instead of relishing in your own company. A part of you always yearned to approach him, but your nerves ended up getting the best of you.

The boy always had a mysterious aura surrounding him, and you couldn't help but be intrigued by him. When you first met Taehyung, he always carried a book with him, and he never really spoke. You'd hear him converse with Professor Choi here and there, and his mellow voice always ignited something deep within you. It was soft but alluring at the same time.

He would usually spend most of his time in the library, hidden away in the corner with a box of strawberries, jazz music spilling from his laptop as he reads either classical poetry or manga. The sight always makes you snicker, the differences between his choices being so stark.

The more you saw of him, though, the more your crush grew; however, your infatuation slowly began to fluctuate from the moment you began to see who he really was.

His flirtatious attitude, snarky remarks, and mischievous glint in his eyes always keep you on edge.

You don't hate him, but his personality can be hard to keep up with.

Taehyung frequently visits your father's bookshop, popping in at least twice a week to take out a few books. He's undoubtedly an avid reader and enjoys all sorts of genres which you don't mind at all. The only problem you truly have with the stupidly handsome bloke is that he never seems to return his books. And the books he doesn't return just so happen to be your favourite.

"Just bring the books back by Sunday." You reply, knowing that he's trying to embarrass you, shifting to face him with an exasperated face. "Otherwise, I'll tell my father, and you'll have to deal with him, which isn't fun at all… his books are his babies."

"Ah, I've met him plenty of times. We happen to be great friends," Taehyung remarks, sighing dramatically with a shit-eating grin on his face, resting his chin in his palms. "Look at me, already infiltrating my way into your family."

"Will you leave?" You request, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"No." Taehyung chimes, showing you his boxy smile that you can't help but melt at. "I know you don't want me to."

You whine and leave the counter, moving to stand before him. Your height difference is remarkable, and you can't help but smile briefly at the way he towers over you.

"The thing is, Miss. Y/N," he mutters, a playful glint colouring his eyes as he notices the way you light up upon hearing your name. "I seem to have misplaced those books." He informs you a little too casually.

"You what?" You retort, visibly angry at what has just come out of Taehyung's mouth.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

"How… how does one just lose a few books?" You complain, throwing your head back. "You're totally paying for those. I'm not getting in trouble because of you."

"Paying?" Taehyung questions in a frivolous manner. "I don't make payments."

"Taehyung."

"My name sounds real good coming out of your mouth, princess."

Great.

"I know another way to pay you… wanna hear me out?" Taehyung suggests with a teasing cadence lacing his tone. You stare at him with curious eyes and notice how his smirk ticks every box.

It's gorgeous. He's gorgeous.

You would've very quickly walked away if it wasn't for his smirk. That slight rise in the corner of his mouth combined with the cool detachment in his eyes… you couldn't help but stare, lightly smirking back. And that mere act was giving him inner delight. Taehyung was evidently savouring the moment, and you both felt the tension thicken.

You have a slight inkling about the way Taehyung wants to pay you. You aren't oblivious to his ways. Coming to the bookshop only on days you worked, 'forgetting' his overdue books, catching him staring at you when you walk into class, hanging around a little longer to see you leave, and more importantly… visiting the store at times, he knows there's no one here, but you.

"I'm listening," you reply, stepping closer to Taehyung, so you're only centimetres away from him.

Taehyung leans down, his lips brushing against yours, as he entangles his fingers with your nimble ones. "Good girl," he whispers, and his hand begins to trail up your bare arm.

Your back hits against the shelf as Taehyung devours your mouth with sheer passion. His one hand lightly chokes you whilst the other holds your head in place.

He kisses you once. Twice. And you know immediately that you can never tire of this man. With vehement urgency, he chases your lips, and you smile into the kiss, his neediness more than apparent. You know more than well that you shouldn't be making out with him in your father's storage room. Any customer could walk in asking for you, heck, so could your father, but that doesn't stop you from kissing Taehyung with a more potent force. You feel utterly feral and slightly shocked as to how Taehyung already has so much power over you.

"Gave in very easily, didn't you?" Taehyung teases, pulling away from your lips and kissing down your jawline. He nips at your skin, most definitely leaving you with marks as a reminder of your shenanigans. He rips open your short, floral-printed linen dress, and you moan as you hear the tear, his strength being a huge turn on for you.

"Oh shut it," you gasp, directing him back to face you. You capture his lips in a fast, rhythmic movement, and he begins to undo your bra. He takes in your chest, and you swear you hear him growl as he looks you up and down.

"You're fucking stunning," he rasps, dipping his head into the junction between your head and shoulder, pressing the most sensuous kisses down to your tits. You moan again, craning your neck and arching your chest to him, craving more of his touch. His veiny arms wrap around you, and you instinctively move closer to him.

"Take off your shirt," you whine, wanting to feel Taehyung's skin against yours. Your wish is accepted immediately, and in one swift movement, Taehyung pulls his shirt over his head with a single hand.

Your hand immediately reaches for his taut chest, and you cascade it down, grabbing his hardened cock through his sweatpants.

"Please let me suck you off," you mutter, palming him whilst gazing up at him with softened eyes.

"Such a slut for my cock already," Taehyung murmurs and you nod, happily admitting.

Taehyung pecks your pouty lips, smirking as he sees you kneel before him. You pull down his trousers and boxers, eyes widening as you drink in just how huge he is. Your wetness grows as you anticipate just how hard he could wreck you with this monster.

"Go on, baby. It's all yours." Taehyung goads, hands moving to rest on your head. Moving forward, he strokes your cheek as he pushes the fat tip of his cock towards your hungry mouth, breathing in at the sensation of your tongue coming out and kitten-licking at his slit, savouring the taste of his arousal on your tongue.

His one hand moves to rest on your head, and the other holds your chin in place, lifting it slightly so he can push himself into your inviting mouth.

"So fucking good," Taehyung groans out celestially as you envelop his sizeable tip. Your one hand holds the rest of his dick whilst the other runs up and down his thick thigh.

You carefully pay attention to sucking on his member flawlessly, aching to be praised.

"You're such a cockslut for me, aren't you?"

Thanks, Taehyung.

You look up and see the man throwing his head back as you sink down on his cock, taking him inch by inch until your nose practically buries itself in his pubic bone. His hand tangles into your hair, threading his warm fingers through your luscious locks.

Greedily, you take more of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his shaft. His guttural groans spur you on, and you feel your chest swell with pride, knowing that Kim Taehyung, who oozes power and dominance, is at your mercy as you suck him dry.

"Fuckk," Taehyung curses when you sink down on him further. You hollow your cheeks, and Taehyung moans at the feeling, his breathing becoming heavier. He thrusts forward and hits the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex, which provokes immediate tears in your eyes.

Your cunt becomes wetter with each sinful sound that leaves his filthy mouth. You abruptly pull back, an idea springing to mind.

Taehyung stares down at you with watery eyes whilst biting his bottom lip. "All good, baby?"

You soften at the pet name but quickly pull yourself together. "Fuck my face."

"You're a little shit," Taehyung laughs, holding your head in place and directing his heavy cock inside your hot mouth. You ravenously deep-throat him, and he moans delectably, gently beginning to fuck your throat.

"Your mouth feels so good. We're definitely doing this again," he moans loudly, and you feel yourself gush at the thought of having Taehyung in your mouth again. He continues ramming himself against your face, groaning blissfully as the euphoric sensations run through him.

"Bet you'll love having your face stuffed with my cock every morning," Taehyung rasps as he drives his length inside your mouth with more force, roughly chasing his release.

Taehyung peers down at you; he sees tears leaking out of your beautiful eyes and drool spilling out of your helpless mouth. You know you look a complete mess, but Taehyung stares at you with adoration. His hips continue to softly rock into your mouth, all while he continues to turn you on more with his dulcet voice.

"Tell me, Y/N. You'd love having your face fucked again, wouldn't you?"

You nod, rubbing your thighs together, the pressure making you want to pull your mouth away and riding him senselessly.

"Not gonna last, love," Taehyung whines. Your hands move to grip his thighs, pushing all of him inside your mouth, almost choking on his monstrous dick. You swirl your tongue around and swallow the mess as Taehyung releases the most lustful moans, deep groans echoing inside this tiny storage room.

Taehyung suddenly picks his pace up, fucking himself into your mouth with newfound vigour. He throws his head back, cursing and hissing at your ministrations. You slurp and suck whilst luxuriating in the way Taehyung begins to unravel.

He unexpectedly pushes you away from his dick, and you whine out of frustration, wanting him to have spilt his seed down your throat. Taehyung himself trembles at the loss, wanting to shove his cock back inside your mouth. But he resists the urge and instead pulls you up towards him, crashing your lips together and sloppily kissing you.

His sinful tongue moves in sync with yours, and you tug at his dark locks, the urge to have him inside you proliferating.

"I can't wait anymore," he smirks, spanking your ass, and cursing at the sight of you throwing your head back with rolled eyes. "Need to feel your tight pussy swallow me."

"Please, Tae.." you whine, running your hands all over his smooth chest. "Fuck me."

Taehyung feels himself become harder at your begging. He never expected you to reciprocate his energy. Taehyung always thought of you as shy and innocent, but he knew you were far from that judging by what he’s seen today. Not that he was complaining, though; if anything, the little crush he did have on you harboured into something more.

Instead of responding, Taehyung swiftly turns you around, and you come to face a stack of new books. You really shouldn't be letting him fuck you here, but you were far too pent up to stop him.

Taehyung runs his hand down your spine, and you shiver at the new sensation. "So beautiful," he mutters as he rests his hand on your ass. His hard cock rubs against your cheeks, eliciting heat to run through your core. You take a step back, rubbing yourself against him shamelessly.

The gap between the two of you is smoothly closed as Taehyung steps forward, his hot breath fanning your shoulder. He dips his head towards your ear and takes your earlobe between his lips, making you purr. Taehyung doesn't miss the chance to whisper in your ear, knowing it'll only heighten the tension.

"Can I fuck you?" He asks whilst kneading your ass with his large hands.

You laugh before responding, "You ask that now?"

"Consent is vital, my love," Taehyung mumbles, dropping his head to press a kiss against your shoulder, eliciting a shiver from you.

Fuck, this man really is going to be the end of you.

"Well, it'll never be a no from me," you reply, goosebumps forming at your slight confession. You turn around and wink at him with a knowing smirk, shocking yourself with your bold behaviour.

"Fuck, I could get used to this," he says hoarsely before turning you back around. Taehyung touches you all over as he grinds his body against yours in the most seductive way. The sweat has formed glistens against his skin, making him appear hotter than usual.

"Hurry," you whine, becoming impatient. Taehyung chuckles, and dives for your neck, biting it slightly, making you moan indulgently in his hold. Your knees buckle, but his firm grip on your hips stops you from tripping.

A devilish smirk dances across Taehyung's lips as he raises his palm, hitting it against your ass harshly.

"Fuck, Taehyung," you groan as the sting spreads. His fingers move to your pussy, gathering your slick. Taehyung sucks his coated digits, moaning at the sweetness of your arousal.

"Do you always taste this good, princess?" Taehyung grits, his hand now thumbing at your clit. "Who's got you this wet, hmm?"

"Y-you, just do something," you moan, pushing yourself back to feel Taehyung, hoping that he'd provide you with some sort of relief.

"Bet you could come just like this," he continues to rub your clit, lips brushing against your pulse point.

You shudder with pleasure, immediately conveying to him how good you feel. Taehyung removes his mouth from your pulse point to instead press delicate kisses against your jawline.

"I'd love to fuck you every day," he huskily whispers, "making you cum again and again," he adds before turning you back to face him. Taehyung mouths at you sensually, kissing you with an insatiable force that leaves you breathless when you pull away.

You arch into him, and Taehyung knows you need more. He smirks at the way you evidently fall into submission. He imagines fucking you in his bed, shower, eating you out in the library where you have to stay quiet.

"Please do something," you complain. Taehyung reaches forward, pressing kisses against the column of your throat. You drag your nails down his chest, eliciting a playful growl.

"Want me to fuck you, hmm?" Taehyung teases you. You quickly nod, moaning his name, hoping it urges him to hurry up and fuck you senseless.

Taehyung brings his warm hand to cup your breast, evoking another needy moan from you. He hisses pleasurably at your lewd sigh, and you twitch in his hold.

"I'm going to ruin you," he whispers in his low-pitched voice as he fondles your tit, dipping his head down towards your chest to press open-mouthed kisses. Taehyung decorates your skin with purple, flourishing hickies.

You feel Taehyung smirk against your skin when you let out a sultry sound.

"Really sensitive, aren't you?" he notes, his breath tickling your ear, leaving you to feel more aroused and dizzy. You physically feel your pussy gush, and your body buzzes at the unmitigated effect Taehyung has on you.

"Oh, Taehyung, please just give me your cock," you whine loudly, the need to feel him inside you growing. You swear you can combust untouched, his mere gaze enough to unravel you.

"Wanna turn around again so I can fuck you?" he sighs out against your lips before joining them together for the umpteenth time that evening.

You move your hands to cup Taehyung's cheeks, kissing him with zealous force, hoping he'd understand how needy you are.

"You're so fucking hot," he exhales wistfully, smothering his lips with yours again for an all too chaste kiss.

"Want you in me now," you prompt him urgently, "wan' your big cock."

Taehyung hastily tightens his grip on your waist, "Go on then, baby, turn around for me."

He doesn't need to tell you twice, shifting, so you're face-to-face with the books again. You glance over your shoulder fleetingly, admiring Taehyung's pleasing build.

His perfectly sculpted body, his messy black hair, built arms, and that damn smirk of his has you feeling giddy all over again. You can only wish that you're able to see this site more often. The most erotic thoughts flood your mind, and you grow more impatient, anticipating his next move.

Taehyung catches you staring at him, and a mirthy smile graces his face as he grabs hold of his length, pumping himself a few times. His tip painfully glints a burning red, and it leaves a heavy ache in your core.

Taehyung catches you off-guard, grabbing hold of your hips and yanking you back so your ass presses against him. You jump and quickly peek behind you with confused eyes, only to see a shit-eating grin on his face.

He drags the palm of his large hand down your smooth back, relishing in your silky smooth skin. "So fucking sexy," he mutters, "we're so doing this again."

Reaching for your ass, he slaps it playfully, "Gonna make you feel so good, baby. You'll never want another man."

"Taehyung, please," you groan, frustrated. He mutters a soft apology before rubbing his hard-on against your ass, stepping closer to press the length of his girthy cock against your soaked folds.

This is actually happening.

Kim Taehyung is going to fuck you, and fuck you good.

Your legs part on their own, and you arch your back, offering your ass to the man shamelessly. Taehyung curses at the salacious scene, pressing his cock further into you and somehow growing harder.

"Fucking perfect," he rasps with his mellow voice, "ready?"

"You've got me all soaked; of course, I'm ready!"

"Fuck," Taehyung laughs, groaning as he rubs the tip of his hard cock up and down your dripping pussy. He teases your hole, pressing his dick but never pushing it in. Your mouth hangs open at the contact, and your breathing quickens.

"Gonna stretch this tight cunt out so good, baby," he mumbles to himself, goading you with gentle pressure.

"Just put it in," you impatiently urge, wiggling your ass against him, tired of his unnecessary teasing.

Taehyung finally gives in, pushing against you. He slides his cock past your folds, burying himself deep inside. The two of you groan at the lewd feeling, and you mutually feel the tension rise.

Taehyung emits a guttural moan as he watches the view of him entering your tight pussy. He hears you release the most sinful sounds, and seeing you bask in the feeling of him filling you up whole makes him smile.

"Taehyung…"

"Fuck, the way you moan my name," he breathes out as he buries himself to the hilt, hips rolling into you with the deepest of strokes. "It's the only name you'll ever moan from now on."

Taehyung fits inside you snuggly, grinding in you with small and precise thrusts. His fingers dig into your hips, and his eyes fixate on the heavy swell of your ass. He groans satisfyingly, watching his cock slip in and out of you with ease, thighs rubbing against the back of yours in the most orgasmic way.

"T-Taehyung, fuck, you're too big." You whimper, your entire body craving more of him.

"But you'll learn to take it, won't you?" he prompts, shutting his eyes and dipping his head to rest at your shoulder as he begins to smack his hips into yours relentlessly. Your walls flutter, and Taehyung tries hard to contain his load, not wanting to shoot his seed inside you just yet.

"Faster.." you plead, body shaking with maximal pleasure.

Taehyung heeds, going deeper and picking up his speed to hit the best spots inside you. You press your temple against the shelving, ignoring the dull pain as he fucks you with languid, steady strokes. You feel his cock throb inside you, provoking you to moan his name again.

"Harder.." you mewl, compelling him to growl as he provides you with forceful thrusts, growling animalistically when he hears you cry out in delight. His muscular arm reaches forward, veiny hand gripping your breast, pinching your hardened nipple as he presses sloppy kisses just behind your ear, your body letting him know that it's your sensitive spot.

"That's it, pretty angel, you're doing so well," Taehyung praises, thrusting with more fidelity as your walls pulse around him, "Goddamn this pussy," he pants breathlessly. He knows you are getting close and snakes his other hand down to your clit, rubbing vigorously as he drives you closer towards the edge, eliciting the whiniest sounds from you.

"Mmm, Tae, you feel so, so good," you cry as he rams his cock further into your wetness, groaning at the sensation. His delicious abuse on your swollen clit makes you hiss in pleasure.

"That's right, Y/N. Moan, my name," Taehyung rasps, continuing his onslaught and pulling you back onto him.

"Holy shit, Taehyung!" Your knees buckle at the savouring drag of his appetising length, and hearing your name from his sinful mouth makes your eyes roll back.

"Right there, baby?"

"Oh God, yea.." you moan, nodding your head incessantly.

You mewl again, arousal spilling out of you, but Taehyung fucks it right back in. He pinches your nipple whilst simultaneously teasing your clit. Taehyung sucks a hickey on your neck, cum aching his heavy balls as he pumps into your soaked walls.

You throw your head back onto his shoulder, stretching your hand to tug at the short tendrils of his hair. Taehyung knows precisely what you mean without you having said any words.

"Wann' see your face," you whimper, "need to feel you more.."

Taehyung smirks at your neediness, pulling out of you reasonably quickly. You both wince at the loss of warmth, and he wastes no time in turning you around and lifting you up, deeply penetrating you again. Taehyung continues with the same, brisk pace as before, and you wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer to you, so your foreheads touch.

"Oh, this is much better," he murmurs, "been dreaming of this for the longest time."

"Me too. I won’t need to touch myself anymore," you purr, "I'm all yours to fuck now."

Taehyung moans deeper at your revelation, and you begin to grind against him as an attempt to alleviate the burning pressure that shoots through your core. Your moans start to turn into gasps, and you know you're more than close.

"Where do you want me to come, princess?"

"Fill me up," you manage to whimper. That probably wasn't the wisest suggestion from you, but you crave to feel full of his cum, squeezing against him to urge him more. “I want your cum inside me.”

"Holy shit!" he grunts, his orgasm hitting him. Taehyung's hot cum shoots inside you, painting your insides white. He moves impossibly closer, rubbing his face against your collarbone.

Taehyung's arm sneaks around your waist, bringing you closer to him as he repeatedly pecks you all over your face.

A romantic man indeed.

He is mindful of your sensitivity, allowing you to relax before picking up his pace again.

You're at a loss of words, the only thing on your mind being that you're being fucked full of Taehyung's cum. You notice his eyes fixated on where you both connect, and you follow his gaze.

The both of you watch your stomach clench and relax with pleasure. Taehyung's thrusts begin to stutter, and he throbs hard, fearing that he may possibly shoot his second load into you before you can even have your first release.

You sob and wail, clutching onto him tighter. Taehyung's hand cascades down towards your engorged clit, rubbing it fervently with the hopes that you'll perhaps squirt around his cock.

"Close?" he asks you as he grunts, rubbing your clit harder and faster. You vigorously nod, eyes closing as the pleasure engulfs you warmly.

"Come all over me, angel. All over my cock," he demands, rutting against you in a frantic manner.

You clench down on him as you release with a string of curse words. You ride out your climax with him, and he puts less pressure on your clit, instead enthralled as he watches you in your throes of pleasure.

Taehyung's confidence heightens, smirking as he recalls the way you've been screaming his name all evening. The simple thought of you squirting both his and your mess out spurs him on, and he swears he could fuck you all over again right now.

"That was fucking incredible." You're breathless, carefully slip out of his hold, leaning against his broad chest for support.

Taehyung pulls you into him, pressing soft kisses against the crown of your head, and his arms wrap around you. Your chest swells, feeling shy as you curve further into his warm body. He dips his head down to litter soft kisses over the hickies he made, and in turn, you peck his chest before pulling yourself back to face him.

"I haven't lost any of the books, by the way," Taehyung admits, chuckling as he rests his head on top of yours.

"I figured," you snicker back, gingerly wrapping your arms around his waist.

"And I also know they're your favourite."

"Oh, really?" You awe at his cute smile.

"Yeah… I've kept them safe with the hopes that I'll get to read them to you with my deep voice you like so much." You playfully smack his chest, unable to handle the way he's exposing you.

"Well, maybe one day you can."

The two of you gently smile as you embrace one another's presence. Maybe working in your father’s bookshop wasn’t so bad of an idea.

"So… where do we go from here?" Taehyung whispers, gently stroking your hair.

You know exactly where you want to go from here.

You want to wake up to Taehyung’s messages. You want to bring him his favourite morning beverage, and walk to class with him, arm securely wrapped around his bicep.

You want to sit with him in lecture, but only pay attention to him and him only. You want to complete your assignments together, and when stress overcomes you both, you want to be able to freely ride him as he wraps his hand around your throat, fucking up into you as tears of pleasure spill from your pretty eyes.

You want Taehyung to be the one who pushes your face into his sheets as he fucks you from behind on a random Tuesday night. You want Taehyung’s deep voice to be the one that spews the filthiest of words into your ear, whispering confessions of how nothing compares to the feeling of your tight pussy engulfing his cock.

Picnics, library dates, walks in the park, spontaneous makeout sessions that result in him eating you out over and over… you want it all, and you want it all with Kim Taehyung and him only.

"Well, I'd love to go to your bedroom first" you decide to tease, staring at him with suggestive eyes, "you did say you could get used to this."

Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, slowly nodding at your suggestion.

"I'm making you mine all over again," he whispers, flashing you his signature smirk before reaching down to join your lips again. His arms tighten around your waist, cinching you to him, and your hands entangle in his hair, feeling the silken strands between your fingers. “We’re not finishing anytime soon.”

You smile to yourself, feeling giddy as you acknowledge that your feelings for Taehyung are mutual. Swaying in his embrace, you daydream about life with him again. Waking up to him, reading in his arms, baking with him… every thought felt surreal. You know that both of you will love one another with your all, and that was something you were excited to explore with Taehyung.

"Okay, but not here!" You pull back, pouting as you examine your surroundings. "We should really clean up."

"Will do… but after this," Taehyung winks, dropping down to his knees. He parts your legs and nether lips, licking you shamelessly with his flat tongue before sucking on your clit. Your hands reach down to hold onto his messy hair, pushing him closer to your gushing cunt as you filthily moan. Taehyung pulls back to look up at you with an impish smirk before shifting his attention back to your pussy and devouring it whole.

𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

[based on k.drama; my secret romance - all base ideas credited to the drama]

—> after a one night stand with rich boy kim taehyung by the seaside you run away before he wakes up and never see him again. until two years later and he’s your new boss.

—> taehyung x f.reader, one night stand, alcohol consumption, light smut, mature

안녕하세요, 여러분!

[Translation]: Hello, everyone! 

Hah, this makes me shy lol. Please bare with me. 

Anyways, welcome to the blog!

Recently, I’ve been overcome with this gut feeling that I should finally launch this blog. I’ve been writing for years now, but I’ve always been so shy with social media, expressing personal self, and showcasing writings. So, I never really had the courage to post. 

But, as apart of my new years resolution, I will let it all go and express myself like how I wanted to within the last few years. I am excited, nervous, and slightly razzled by the fact that I’m really going through with this. But I am ready. 

A little about what I intend to post:

This will primarily be a BTS blog. Though I love every member, the majority of my writings are y/n scenarios with Namjoon, Yoongi, or Jungkook. I have writings for everyone; however, i tend to feel more confident with my writings with the prior three boys.

I do write 18+ scenarios, so adults only!! My writings will also always be female x male, not because I am against pairings with other genders, but because that is what I am most used to writing and am more familiar with. Still, if you identify as any other, you are always welcome to read. I intend to keep this space as a strict respectful zone to all people.

Another disclaimer: I do not own BTS or anyone else I choose to incorporate in my writings. I write with them in interest as apart of a fictional story — as a face and personality that is unique to them (in real life and in a story) — but never to disrespect, alter, or manipulate to fit my or others standards. Their respect comes with the respect of anyone else.

Now for formatting, here is how I will organize my writings in post:

Title

[picture heading]

Summary: [2-4 sentences]

Theme/Tags: [EX: Highschool!AU, Non-Idol!AU, Yoongi x best friend’s sister!AU, etc.]

Rating/Disclaimer: [18+/A/Smut/S/Mature/M , Fluff/F, Angst, Romance, etc…]

Word Count: [x,xxx words]

Author’s Note: [me blabbling]

A little about me:

Hi!

You can call me Sae, if you’d like.

I am a double-major, third-year university student! I do take Korean there! It has been just about a year and a half since I started learning it, and I love it to the core. It is really such a beautiful language and culture, and I am so glad I went through with taking it. I could talk about it for hours! 

As for BTS, I have been a fan since I was in 8th grade…so 2015-2016? My first ever bias was Taehyung…ofc lol. However, I have been a Yoongi bias since around 2017-ish. Bias wrecker? I bet you can’t guess…Namjoon and Jungkook. Unfortunately or fortunately (however you view it), BTS was the only group I was able to fully get into and know. I love and listen to other groups like TXT, EXO, ATEEZ, Red Velvet, TWICE, etc. But I never got fully into them to the extent I did BTS.

As for other fics or posts you might see around here, I am a hard-core weeb. So, you might see some anime character’s on here. However, with a recent off-the-bandwagon mishap since entering uni, it has been quite a while since I have even watched a show. I intend to get back into it. We will see where life takes me. 

So, yeah! I hope you like what I end up posting! Feedback is always appreciated. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out! 

Again, I do not tolerate hate, disrespect, or anything malicious on my blog. If I suspect or if it is outwardly posted that someone intends on coming after me or anyone else on this blog, you will be reported, blocked, and otherwise removed from my page. Please remember human decency and practice being kind to others!!

Other than that, happy holidays and happy new year! 휴일 잘 즐기고 새해 복 많이 받으세요!

As Thunder Rolls

[Summary]: You know Taehyung is the one. You knew it since the first day you saw him, when thunder rolled through the sky. But your lives don't collide. They might be too different to choose both.

[Theme]: Rich Reader, Law Student Reader, Construction Worker TH, Poor TH, Rich Girl Poor Boy AU

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual themes, sexual content, unprotected sex, kissing, making out, marking, angst, familial separation, topics of class, and triggering opinions of some characters

[Word Count]: 8,296

[A/N]: First TH fic!! I hope it is enjoyable~ This might be my last fic for a little bit. Going to be focusing on school and working really hard until the summertime :)

People say that when you fall in love, your life develops new meaning. They say that your life changes as you fall, and you watch it spiral out of your control over a silly feeling you can’t help.

You can say that the people, whoever they may be, are correct. Love happened to you quite unexpectedly, and completely out of the box you put your goals for the future inside.

Taehyung happened during the city's worst monsoon season in over 50 years. His rain-stained jeans and dirty white construction t-shirt clung to his skin, showing you all of his tanned glory as the rain fell angrily. You stood on the top step of your sister’s corporate building, looking down at him three steps below you.

“You got a spare umbrella, by chance?” he asked you. Caramel-colored, wet hair covered his forehead. But you could still see the discomfort in his eyes due to the harsh rain.

Looking at your own umbrella in your grip, you shook your head, telling him that this was your only one.

“You know a place around here where I can find one?” he asked.

“I’m not familiar with the area,” you explained.

“Me neither,” he smiled as he looked down at his red Converse.

There was an uncomfortable feeling in your chest. You felt bad for the guy, clearly well-underprepared for the season. Your designer coat and accessories terribly clashed with his, an obvious difference in class confronted you in the face. There was a feeling of fear, you remember. Back then, you used to be one of those people who thought terribly of people like him. Thinking that he’d ask for your Burberry umbrella and never return it. You thought maybe he’d pull you aside and forcibly rob you of your money just because his shirt had a few stains and the brand name of the city’s lower-end construction company was written on the fabric. You associated him with the worst of the worst, just because of his class. Or rather, assumed class.

But those eyes captured your soul. They were warm, and his smile sent medicine to your heart, healing all those presumed thoughts and replacing them with the benefit of the doubt.

“I think there is a 7/11 around the block,” you recalled from your memory.

Thunder rolled through the city skies, and you clutched your umbrella harder. You never liked thunderstorms. There was a sense of urgency to get home to avoid any more of this growing storm, and fast. But this guy — you wanted to continue talking to him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, looking to his left.

You raised your chest, nervously pointing in the opposite direction.

“Down there,” you corrected him.

“Ah,” he smiled. It was faint, but you noticed his upper lip formed the shape of a heart before another roll of thunder drummed through the sky. You winced, and his smile faded.

“I’ll let you be on your way, then,” he said. “Thank you.”

You nodded, and he suddenly turned his back, walking down the sidewalk in the direction of the vague 7/11 down the street. He hiked the back collar of his t-shirt over his head, creating a small hat to shield his eyes from the unwanted shower. You watched the exposed skin on the small of his back as raindrops trickled into the hem of his jeans.

Suddenly, your heart skipped in your chest, and you did something your carefully formed character would never allow.

“W-Wait,” you stumbled. The click of your heeled boots rang in your ears as you walked down the small set of stairs and onto the sidewalk.

The man turned around, his posture straightening at the sight of you.

Quickly, you went to him, covering his head with your umbrella.

“I-I’ll come with you,” you offered.

His close proximity flooded all of your senses. Your fingers visibly began to shake, and you had to remind yourself to breathe when you saw how tremendous the height difference was between the two of you.

“Thank you,” he softly said.

At that moment, you knew your life changed. You saw yourself in his eyes, maybe staring a little too long for two strangers who hadn’t even exchanged names yet. But you looked into them, and somehow the raging storm had transferred from the sky into your heart.

You became a jumbled mess after then, as Taehyung had exchanged his name with yours, along with all of his habits, hobbies, and love.

Every day after that was filled with giggles and kisses and sleepless nights wrapped in his sheets. He had shown you the other side of the world, and you accepted it with him by your side. He took things from you you couldn’t imagine anyone else being worthy enough to take. All your firsts, and what you hope, all your lasts, too.

But something had been sitting at the back of your mind ever since you laid eyes on him, creating an unsettling feeling.

He was, indeed, nowhere near the class you grew up in. Living in the worst part of the city with his younger brother and sister and parents in a small, 2-bedroom apartment. He worked overtime on most days; all of his earnings he gave to his mother was to pay rent. His brother had just become old enough to help out. However, Taehyung explained that he caught him a few times slacking — the young boy claiming that he was working but instead at the casino with his friends. His younger sister was 6 years old and by far the sweetest young girl you knew. She became someone like your own sister, someone you chose to connect with on a level you weren’t able to do with your own siblings. His father fell ill a few years ago and became unable to work a demanding job. Instead, he and his wife work at their own small grocery store on the lower level of the building down the street.

His family welcomed you generously, never once commenting on your class, never once making it a topic of conversation. They called you their daughter.

What was unsettling was not the circumstances involving his family. It was the circumstances involving your own.

You hadn’t mentioned him to your parents by choice. You knew how they would react, especially considering your father had already begun selecting the sons of his most trusted colleagues to propose a marriage. Though you are not ashamed of Taehyung, your family would most definitely be. They would never accept him as your love. It would be too tarnishing to their name, too embarrassing to taint the family with someone whose house costs less than their dining room table.

You kept Taehyung out of it, which doesn’t necessarily mean he won’t stop asking about meeting your family. He’s serious enough about you to want to take things further. But it puts you in an awkward situation, like now. Gasping into the sheets of his bed, his dick pulling out of you as cum falls down your thighs.

“Baby?” he pants, hovering over you and kissing up your shoulder to your cheek. He’s still catching his breath, as are you. He just railed the fuck out of you and still begs for conversation? You will never understand this man.

“Hm,” you ask, resting your head on your forearm in a desperate attempt to control your breathing.

“I want to meet your parents,” he bites the shell of your ear gently.

You groan loudly, tired of this topic of conversation. It seems to be the only thing on his mind these days.

In the two years you two had been dating, Tae was finally able to afford a place of his own while still helping his family. His brother stepped up and managed to land a good position at a nearby company that really helped with the family finances. Hence, Taehyung’s newfound freedom from the cramped space with his family. But ever since he moved into his new apartment two weeks ago, he’s been set on (a) “christening” every nook and cranny of his new place with you and (b) meeting your family.

“Baby, can we not talk about this right now?” you press your fingers to your temple before running them into your hair.

“We never have talked about it,” he reminds you. You pause, knowing he’s right. You’ve always swayed him away from saying anything about the topic other than simply asking to talk about it.

“Why would you want to meet my parents,” you begin. You feel him smile a little, happy to start this long-awaited talk.

“Because you met mine,” he slides his elbows under your armpits, resting his chin on your shoulder. You feel secure when he’s holding you like this, his chest embracing your back as he lets his weight rest on your body. If only the moment wasn’t ruined by the topic of conversation.

“I don’t want you to meet my parents,” you finally say. You know his heart broke a little from your words, being such a family man. But you feel obligated to be honest about this.

“What? Why not?” he crinkles his eyebrows together, pressing his nose into your cheek.

“Because, Tae,” you sigh into your palm. “They’re not…nice people.”

He lets the two of you sit in silence for a while, and you know he knows what you mean by that.

“It’s because I have no money, isn’t it?” he finally lets out.

You grab his hand, drawing circles into his palm.

“Essentially,” you sigh. It doesn’t feel good to admit that. Disappointment floods your veins for him, wishing your family was less shallow. Maybe then, your response would have been different. “You know I don’t care about that stuff. But they…they do.”

“Your siblings?” he asks.

“They’re all like that,” you continue, playing with his knuckles. “I’m the only one, it seems, that isn’t.”

He plays with your hand, sliding into your fingers to hold it.

“Do you wish you were?” he whispers seriously.

“No,” you laugh.

Finally, you turn around in his embrace, looking at his face from beneath him. This man is truly the most gorgeous person you’ve ever laid eyes on. Your palm holds the soft skin of his cheek as you search his eyes.

“Growing up, I used to be a little bit,” you admit. “But then I came to university. And I met you,” you rub his cheek with your thumb. “And you kind of flipped my whole world around.”

“Sorry,” he smiles. “Wasn’t the plan,” he pecks your lips. “I just needed an umbrella.”

You chuckle at that, pulling his face against yours to sear your lips into his. He accepts you, breathing into the kiss with chapped cherry lips and a big stupid blush on his face.

“I just want their blessing,” he clears his throat. “I-Is all.”

“For?” you peck his lips again.

“For me to date their daughter, amongst other things,” he laughs through his nose. “It’s also been…a little while.”

You do feel bad, as he had introduced you to his family about three months into dating. It’s been two years, and your family doesn’t even know you are dating someone.

“You’ll meet them when they have a reason to meet you,” you sigh against his nose. “They’re like that. It has to be on their terms, not mine or yours.”

“Hopefully, that’s sometime soon,” he says before kissing you deeply. You let him, wanting his lips to erase the scenarios you’ve let flood into your head of Taehyung meeting your family. You kiss him, asking him to heal you again, to give you the endless positivity he has within himself. But you can’t shake it this time around. You have a bad feeling about it, every time you think about making things just that more official with your family meeting him. You know Taehyung is it for you. But will your parents accept that? Your gut twists and turns at the thought, your answer spelled out for you.

___

Law school used to be interesting.

Back when lectures were shorter and the professors actually cared about their job, you had a fun time. Now, you sit through your lectures with the palm of your hand dragging the skin of your cheek upward as you lean against it. You stare at the oldest fart of a professor talk in circles, “womp wo-womp womp”, like in the Charlie Brown phone scenes. The only thing that keeps you from dozing off is the thought of your date tonight.

Last week, Taehyung had been working at this new site at this development on the other side of the city. They put in a fountain lake, with three willow trees (your favorite). Your boyfriend, of course, knew this and set up the idea of a picnic date along the new Willow Tree Lake. Just the thought alone makes you giddy.

These days, Taehyung has been working terrible overtime in an area near campus. Something about the pipes being plugged with slow-forming concrete from a newer company that started off just a few months ago. They fucked up a lot of the city’s piping, and of course, the company Tae works for has been assigned to fix all of their damage.

Needless to say, you feel like you haven’t seen him in ages. Only quick cell phone calls and tired texts in the small hours of the morning and night. You miss him terribly, and your body springs to life when the professor calls the end of the lecture. It’s your last one of the day, and you nearly run out to make your way to your car, ready to start preparing for your date tonight.

You’re met with a surprise, however, when you exit your dorm.

A chalky hand grabs onto your wrist, intertwining his fingers with yours, before pulling you into his chest.

“Hi, baby,” he smiles sheepishly.

“Tae!” you squeal, letting go of his hand and jumping into his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck, his own around your waist as he spins you in the open air of the campus. You giggle against him, quietly screaming when he goes a little fast. Eventually, he lets your feet feel the ground again, and you feel a strong urge to kiss him. It’s been so long.

“You’re so chalky,” you brush at his face, white powder smearing on his skin.

With that, he shakes out his hair onto yours, white dust falling onto your skin.

“Ah! Tae!” You shield your face from his assault. But he’s unrelenting, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you in for a kiss.

You let him kiss you, his big hands stroking your cheek. You don’t let him go on for too long, still not one to be too fond of PDA like he is.

“Oh, fuck,” Taehyung’s smile fades when he looks at your dress.

“Wha—” you look down at your dress, your white Chanel dress, covered in soot and powder and dirt, transferred from his clothes onto yours. “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” he gulps, running his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I wasn’t thinki—”

“It’s okay,” you smile, holding his hand. “Nothing my dad won’t buy a carbon copy of with a good excuse. To him, I fell. Plain and simple.”

Your words don’t do much, his sorry expression written all over his face still. You cup his cheek, reassuring him.

“What are you doing here, anyways?” you change the subject.

“The pipe issue I told you about ended up going into some apartment building. They sent me up there and the ceiling fell in. Hence all the…white stuff and dust,” he shows you his powdery hands, as if his cheeks and hair weren’t enough to prove his story. “Anyway, the civil engineers ended up needing to go back to the main building and find a new plan to go about it. So they sent us all home early. Thought I would come and surprise you.”

“It worked,” you kiss him again.

“I should probably go though,” he cuts the time short. “I want to shower before our date.”

“That would be nice, you’re right,” you laugh. “I’ll see you at 7, then?”

“Mhm,” he squeezes your hand again before looking down at your dress one last time. You can tell he’s still beating himself up over it when he tightly runs his hands through his hair and sends you a tight-lipped smile as if still saying sorry. You send him one back, letting him know it’s okay. And with that, he leaves your presence.

You’re alone until you reach home a little past 4. When you walked into your house, the last thing you were expecting was your eldest sister, brother, and parents waiting for you in the dining room.

“D-Did I miss something?” you laugh awkwardly. They all seem to be looking at you, disappointment or disgust written on their faces at the sight of your dress. You do your best to hide it with your purse.

“No,” your sister starts. “But we seem to be missing the part where you let dirty construction workers make out with you in public.”

You feel your heart sink to your feet, a cold heat spreading throughout your body.

“Susanna,” you pinch the skin between your eyebrows. “It’s not like that.”

“Please, enlighten us, then,” she snobs.

You take a breath, ready to explain yourself. But your father stops you.

“Invite the boy over,” he calmly states.

“What?” all four of you say at once.

“Dad, are you crazy?” your brother laughs. “He’s a construction worker.”

“Ren, please,” you attempt to control your anger. You don’t like the way they are talking about him right now. Only mentioning his job and ignoring the rest.

“What, don’t like me talking down on your pet?” he smiles, doing his best to get under your skin. It’s working, that’s for sure.

“Seriously, darling, what are you thinking?” your mother puts her hand on your father's arm.

“The boy clearly has feelings for my daughter,” he sets down his brandy on the dining table. “And, if I’m not mistaken, she has the same feelings.”

Your sister looks at you in disgust, wondering how you could ever fall for someone so low class.

“Besides, he owes me a good explanation for destroying your clothes,” he clears his throat. “That was custom designed.”

—

You run to your car after the ‘meeting’ your family welcomed you home with. Your hands shake and tremble, trying to start the car without bursting into tears.

Without even calling him, you race to Taehyung’s apartment, knocking on his door with panic laced in every vein of your body.

He opens it, a big smile warming your heart. But it quickly fades at the pale look on your face.

“What’s wrong,” he pulls you into his apartment.

He’s showered since you last saw him. He changed into his PJs, not yet ready to get into his outfit for your date tonight. On any other day, you would be struck with the comfy boyfriend look, ready to pounce into his arms and hold him close until the sun rose. But not today. Today, you have uncertainty flowing through your veins. Could this be the end? Could this be the start of something new? What will happen between now and midnight?

“Baby, talk to m—”

“My parents want to meet you,” you interrupt him.

“What?”

“T-They want to meet you,” you say again. “Actually, my entire family wants to meet you. Today. Tonight. For dinner. At my house.”

You watch him take it all in, his expression changing rapidly into emotions you can’t really put a label on. You’ve never seen this expression on his face. You’re sure it’s a bit of excitement, as he’s always wanted to meet them. But also a little bit of worry, as you’ve told him what they think of people like him.

“I-Is this about the dress?” he asks worriedly.

“Kind of!” you panic, your hands running through your hair. Frustrated tears flood your eyes. You’re just so frustrated with this situation. With your sister, with your brother and dad. With everyone but Taehyung. He doesn’t deserve this. “My sister saw us today, apparently. A-And she went to my parents, a-and they were waiting for me when I got home, along with my brother. My dad was the one who suggested you come over, and I don’t know why. I can’t read what any of them are trying to say.”

“Hey,” he grabs your shoulders. You start to cry, fat tears falling down your cheeks.

“This is not how I wanted today to go,” you cry-laugh to yourself.

“I know,” he kisses your forehead. “Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.”

“I don’t know what to do,” you candor as you fall into his neck, sobbing against his shirt.

His big palms rub your back. You’re sure he’s a little shocked right now. You’ve told him about your family. About what kind of people they are. You’re sure he’s scared, too. You hate this. You wish you could just run away and avoid it all.

“Let’s start with figuring out what I’m going to wear, yeah?” he gently smiles down at you.

___

Dinner is awkward. So awkward.

It’s quiet, and your leg bounces rapidly in your seat.

Your parents hadn’t let Taehyung sit next to you. Rather, he sits across from you, unable to soothe your nerves with a hand on your thigh or palm.

Your sister and brother sit next to you, your parents on either end of the table. There are two empty seats next to Taehyung, him being closest to your father.

You’re sure your siblings had interrogated him a little when your mother forced you to change into something else when the two of you got here. Clad in a pink flowy dress and a braid, you nervously made your way down the stairs and into the dining room, only to find your boyfriend in front of his seat, nodding to the space between your siblings as your own.

Since the appetizers came in, no one had spoken a word.

It’s terribly uncomfortable, and you try to distract yourself by silently telling Taehyung to put his napkin in his lap instead of next to his plate. Your brother laughs, and you jab your elbow into his side.

“So,” your father starts. His voice sends a shock down your spine. “I’m sure you have a good explanation for the dress.”

Your nerves spike the highest they’ve ever been. The dress isn’t really that important. Had it been anyone else, maybe someone your father knew or liked, the dress would be replaced without a word the next day. His pressure on the dress with Tae makes you think he will use it against him, causing you to bounce both of your legs up and down rapidly.

“Yes, I—” you start, but your father raises his palm slightly, telling you to stay quiet and let him answer.

“Yes,” Taehyung clears his throat. “I apologize, sir. I was simply being careless. I was excited to see your daughter, and had acted before realizing what she was wearing.”

“That was custom made,” your sister starts. “By Chanel.”

Taehyung doesn’t seem to recognize the name, making your sister smile snottily.

“It’s a brand,” she shoves her food into her mouth with a snobby tug of her lips.

You clutch the end of your silverware, trying to transfer all the things you wish you could scream into the piece of silver metal.

“Enough,” your father stops her interrogation. He has made it clear he would be the one interrogating tonight. “I do have to ask, though,” he turns his attention toward Tae again. “What makes you think you’re worthy of seeing my daughter?”

The table is silent, everyone’s mind empty but your own. You could think of a million reasons, maybe even more than that, as to why he deserves you. But does Taehyung think he deserves you? You thought you made it clear within the past two years that he does, but his silence speaks for itself.

After a few more seconds of being silent, your father laughs a little through his nose.

“I am aware of your financial situation so that already docks a big chunk off your worth,” he starts again.

“Father,” you try to stop him.

“Your occupation is less than fulfilling,” he continues. “Surely, you must know that affection alone cannot support her.”

Taehyung’s mouth is so dry, that he wants to drink the entire ocean. But he lets it sit in discomfort, the truth ringing through his ears like a bomb dropped right in front of him.

“You care for her, son,” he sighs. “I can see that,” your father sets down his brandy, resting his elbows on the armrests of his chair, and latching his fingers together over his lower chest. “So, why don’t we just end this here. Before it gets any deeper than it is.”

You see Taehyung’s heart drop to his stomach. You wish you could go over to him and put it right back in his chest for him, but your father continues to drop it further and further until it eventually breaks in two upon impact with the hard floor.

“I’ll give you an ultimatum, just to be sure you understand,” your father starts. “You go back to your construction work and help your parents with their grocery business. Cut her out of your life. In return, I’ll forget about the dress. About the some 70 thousand dollars you owe me for the destruction of it.”

“Father, please,” you cry, starting to stand. "It was my fault." But your sister grabs your shoulder and pushes you back down onto your seat.

“If you’re smart, you’ll understand how long that would take to accumulate on top of your other finances to return,” he continues. “If you truly care about her, you’d let her find someone who can meet all of her expectations and give her a comfortable future.”

“No,” you start, but Taehyung silences you with his gaze.

He looks to you from your father, feeling the weight of his words. You look at him, seeing how he believes every word your father is saying. You see it ring in his ears, and you know exactly what his next words are going to be.

“Sir, I—” he rasps, defeat flooding his lungs. This is not about the dress. He’d spent the rest of his life paying your father back if it meant he’d let him have you. This is about your future that he knows he can’t support; about the fact that he knows the best he can give you is nowhere near the luxury someone else can. “I just want her to be happy.”

“In this world, love is not enough for that,” Your father stands up, his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “I’ll show you to the door, son,” your father says.

Taehyung stills, his attention suddenly transferred to the calluses on his palms. He examines them, then the scuffs on the rim of his sleeves. It serves as a reminder, that even the best things he owns cannot match up to the expectations served tonight. He knows you don’t care. He knows you’re better than this. But surely it might become easier with time for you. Your father would find someone genius, with wealth beyond imagination. You will forget about him with time, and your wounds will heal. You’ll have an army of new cars, go to fancy banquets with designer dresses, a penthouse in the city, a smart-suit husband, and beautiful children with loads of worth to their names. He thinks about what he could give you, and it amounts to close to nothing. He’s already given you everything he has, and it’s not enough to keep you safe.

He thinks about this before standing in his seat. Your breath hitches in his throat, watching him give you up, your father’s hand on his back guiding him through the dining room, neither sparing you a glance.

“No,” you cry, standing up. Your sister tries to stop you again, but you shove her hand away.

“Y/n L/n, if you chase that boy, right now will be the last time you step in this house!” your mother slams her hands on the table.

There are words you wish you could say. So many emotions and slander and curse words you wish you could shout and spit in her face.

“I'm happy with him,” is all you can say. "I love him"

“Love is but a word,” your mother rolls her eyes. “You will forget about him in two weeks! That boy cannot support you. He can be replaced.”

“He can’t be,” you counter. Your chest rises with words, an essay might come out of your mouth, but you’re silenced when your father comes back into the room, Taehyung gone from your sight. You silence yourself, knowing you have to make a choice. Without even thinking, your feet move, and you’re brushing past your father, opening the door to you’re home and welcoming the rain.

Your parents wouldn’t have his presence in your life, banishing him from your home after he showed up in the nicest clothes he owned. They forbid him from ever seeing you again, using the price of your stained clothes as a threat if he ever were to lay eyes on you again. But you ignore that, running after him, soaking yourself in the rain once again as you chase him.

You call his name, shouting it into the street. He ignores you, and you feel you’re going crazy the more you call out his name until he finally turns around in quick anger. By this point, you two had already gone well down the street, far away from your posh, gated house. He grabs your cheeks in his palms, pressing his lips harshly against yours. You kiss him with fervor, letting the rain soak your pink dress and braided hair. He does the same, not giving a care in the world about the time he spent trying to make himself look nice for your family. He kisses you as if it would be the last time he would ever feel your lips against his again.

“We can’t do this, Y/n,” he breaks the kiss. His forehead rests against yours, his eyes close as his jaw clenches from his own words.

“Tae,” you sob, cupping his cheek. He covers your hand with his own, squeezing it tight.

“You know we can’t, Y/n,” he shakes his head, looking into your tear-filled eyes. “They will never accept me.”

“I accept you,” you sniffle. “Please don’t leave me, Tae. I accept you.”

“It’s not enough,” he whispers.

“N-No,” you shake your head.

But he already began letting go of your hand, his heel taking a step back.

“T-Tae, no,” you grab his other hand, but he forcibly makes you let go. You watch him turn on his heel, his back replacing his chest.

“Kim Taehyung,” you sob into the open air of the empty street. He does nothing, continuing his path to wherever he is going. “Taehyung!” you scream, but he doesn’t stop.

Your chest rises and falls so quickly, that you feel dizzy. Panic rises into every vein in your body, watching him grow smaller and smaller as he distances himself from you. Never in your life had you felt like it was between life or death between two choices. But god, was it clear which option had been labeled death, and which one was life.

“Marry me,” you shout. You watch his feet stop, both shoes parallel to each other. The panic in your veins slightly subsides at the fact that his distance stopped becoming larger. And then you say it again. “Marry me, Taehyung.”

He turns around, and you begin walking—running—toward him.

“Don’t say that,” he angrily breathes through his nose once you reach him.

“Marry me,” you say it again.

He looks up, despite the rain, his jaw clenched.

“I can’t go through life without you,” you cry, shaking your head. “I can’t do it.”

“You can,” he denies.

“I’m so in love with you,” you laugh, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I love you.”

His hands clench, balled into fists. God, did he love you more than the world itself. More than himself. But he can’t be selfish. He can’t rip you away from your family.

“And what about them?” he nods his head in the direction of your house.

“They can’t replace you,” you cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. “No one can replace you.”

“You can’t replace your family, Y/n,” he says. “I’m just a guy. Probably the least qualified to have you,” he laughs through his nose. “I can be replaced. They cannot.”

“They have given me a choice,” you cry. His words hurt. You wish you could make him see just how irreplaceable he is. You cannot replace your family, but you cannot replace him, either. “I already made it the minute I ran out of the house.”

He looks at you, finally locking eyes with yours. You feel the panic fade when he looks at you, and you can’t help but feel that this is right. That you’re making the right choice.

“Y/n,” he starts, shaking his head.

“I chose you a long time ago,” you go on. “The minute I shared my umbrella with you, I chose you. All your boxy smiles and shy laughs. Your job; your family. You. Your heart.”

A tear falls from his eye, his jaw still clenched.

“I can’t give you this life,” he takes your hands from his cheeks, holding them tightly between your soaked bodies. “I-I will never be able to afford law school or a gated mansion in the city. Or a white Chanel dress,” he whispers the last part. “Your life — I can’t rob you of it.”

“You are my life, Tae,” you rub your nose against his. “That stuff doesn’t matter. I want you. Forever.”

He gulps, the look in your eye speaking nothing but the truth. It scares him because of course, he wants the best for you. But he is unsure of himself, of what he can give you other than his heart. But the way you look at him, as if that is truly enough for you, makes his worries subside. You’re choosing him. Between life or death, you took a side, labeling him as life.

He grabs your waist, his arm pulling you into his frame as he sears his lips onto yours. Big, callused palms cup your jaw, holding you against his lips as if you’d try to escape. This time around, the kiss is hard, so needy and loved. You feel loved like you’ve never felt before. All the panic in your heart fades and is replaced with a need to keep him close. You assume he feels the same, his strong arms lifting you around his waist. You laugh against his lips.

“I love you,” you chuckle, almost in disbelief that you could love someone so much. He’s given you something you thought you’d never receive in the world your parents brought you into. You feel fresh with him, like you’ve been born again.

He kisses you again, confirming he feels the same before he sets your feet back on the wetted sidewalk.

“Let’s go,” he takes your hand.

“Where?” you follow him.

“My place,” he looks back at you.

You come up to his side, holding his arm as you walk in the rain. It was just a walk until thunder struck again, and the rain started falling ten times harsher than it was before. It causes you to shriek, and Taehyung only laughs, beginning a sprint while you follow after him.

You two ran to the bus stop, where you kissed some more, before the bus arrived and you shivered in the air conditioning of the large vehicle until it arrived on the other side of the city.

His place became a little bit of yours. You had unofficially moved in until now, as you stumble in his arms into the elevator, making out like horny teens until the number for the 15th floor rang in his ears and he pulled away.

The kisses you press to his neck make his whole body feel weak, his fingers unable to find the key to his apartment amongst the many in the single key ring chain he owns.

“Baby,” he whispers desperately. “S-Slow down, m’ trying to find the key,” he nervously chuckles.

You only run your hands under his soaked shirt, feeling the divots of his abs under your fingertips. Working at a construction company certainly did have more perks than one.

Finally, he seems to have found the key, slipping it forcibly into the lock and turning it until it opened the door to his apartment.

“Come here,” he lifts you up onto his hips, walking you inside his place and pushing you against the door, making it close all the way. He’s sure to lock it after tossing his keys somewhere on the neighboring kitchen counter as he kisses hot trails up your neck. They’re hasty kisses, and so so needy.

“T-Tae,” you grip his hair.

The feeling makes him groan, his hand forming a fist against the wall in pure self-control.

You slide your fingers under his shirt again, except this time, they go all the way up. You force his shirt off his skin, and he lets you take it off as his hands firmly grip your waist. He uses his new grip to support you when he moves you off the wall, his legs guiding you through his apartment as you kiss his neck once more. This time, to leave marks.

You latch onto his sweet spot so tenderly, and he grips your hips hard enough to leave his own marks on your skin.

With one hand, he pushes open the door to his bedroom before landing you on the soft sheets of his bed. You’re overwhelmed with him. The smell of his clean sheets floods your lungs as he traps you underneath his body.

You gasp when he slides his hands up your waist, his fingers coming to your back to find the zipper of your dress.

He waits for your permission, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he plays with the zipper.

“Please, Tae,” you allow him.

He nods against your neck, telling you without words that he’s going to undress you.

You sit up for him, making it easier for him to carry the fabric down your hips. You’re revealed to him in your soaked bra set. Nothing fancy, just nude colors to hide your undergarments beneath your dress.

But despite the plainness, you watch him admire your body, eyes flicking back and forth, trying to remember what you look like underneath the rest of your clothes. You help him, reaching behind you to unhook your bra yourself.

It falls off your shoulders and your skin perks with the cold air mixing with your wet skin.

“Make love to me,” you ask. “Please.”

Taehyung’s mouth goes dry. He’s seen you naked countless times. Fucked you like a rabbit in heat multiple times in just a day. But god, did hearing you ask him to make love to you settle the weight of your proposal from earlier. You really do choose him. And suddenly, he feels like it is the first time he’s ever looked at you naked. Like it was the first time he was going to enter your body.

He felt nervous. So, so nervous. But never so sure of anything else in his life. He knew he wanted you as his forever. But was too selfless to ask you to leave your prosperous life for his. For the longest time, he thought he was living on borrowed time with you. That one day, his first and only love would eventually leave him. His dreams are coming true, and he doesn’t know how to process that other than following your exact command.

“Tae?” you cup his cheek.

He sits on his knees, each one placed next to your thighs as you sit below him.

You watch his throat bob as he swallows, his face leaning into your touch. You bring him back to life, his body finally moving to trap you against the sheets again.

With soft lips, much less needy than the prior ones you two have shared today, he kisses you. He’s gentle as his hips press against yours. You gasp against his lips, the feeling of his clothed cock against your thin underwear stirring things inside of you.

You wrap your legs around his hips, crossing your ankles to secure his embrace over your own.

Taehyung groans, the friction making his desire uncontrollable as he grinds against your core.

“T-Taehyung,” you gasp, head falling back against the sheets. He takes this as an opportunity to trap the skin of your neck with his teeth, gently biting at your flesh in soft confessions of his love.

Your breasts push against his bare skin, feeling overwhelmed when he takes your pert nipple between his fingers, pinching them slightly, just enough to drive you crazy.

It’s all too much, his lips, his fingers, his hips grinding into you, sending waves of pleasure straight into your core. You just want him already. You want to feel full of him.

Your heels start the process, digging at the hem of his jeans as if you could get them off without your hands when they’re so securely fastened by his belt.

“Fuck,” he moans, finally granting your wish as he pushes off of you and unbuckles his belt.

Dark brown eyes admire you, laying on his sheets, giving yourself to him completely. You stare back at him, watching him push his jeans and boxers down to the floor, stepping out of them slowly before he hooks his slender finger under your panties.

“A-Are you sure?” he asks you, hiking your legs up as your underwear slides off your smooth skin.

“Yes,” you nod.

You hear your panties fall on the floor, joining the rest of your clothes, when he slowly spreads your legs, creating a place for himself as he falls on top of you again. Strong arms come under your shoulders, and you slide your hands up his neck, one arm securing him close to you, the other feeling a rapid heartbeat under his chest. You gasp when you feel the head of his cock brush gently against your thigh, so close to your core, but far enough away to make you want to beg for it. You, too, feel like it’s the first time all over again. When he took your virginity and your heart and wrote his name all over your skin.

“You look like you’re having second thoughts,” he shakily breathes above you, a small nervous smile on his lips.

“No,” you laugh shyly through your nose, looking into his warm eyes. You see yourself in them, and you’re reminded of the moment you first saw yourself in them two years ago.

“Are you scared?” he asks, lining himself up with your entrance. You know he isn’t referring to sex, but rather everything that comes after. Of your parents. Of everything you’ll have to sort out. But you know it is nothing that you won’t do alone. The man above you has made it clear that you will never feel alone again.

“A little,” you admit with a small smile.

“Me, too,” he kisses your cheek softly. With a push of his hips, his face falls into your neck, a small groan coming from his lips as you gasp and claw at the skin of his shoulder.

“Oh, T-Tae,” you moan sweetly, tangling your fingers in his hair as he slides out just to slam back into you once more. You feel giddy, a small raspy laugh coming from your throat as he develops a pace. He’s so perfect for you, fits you like a glove in more ways than one. He fills you completely. Over fills your cup with all of his love and giggles and smiles. You can’t get enough, it’s almost comical.

“Faster,” you whine, arching you back into him.

He obeys, grabbing your thighs and pushing them upwards until they’re hooked on his shoulders.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he moans, slamming into you with a newfound passion. Your nails slide down his biceps, some drawing blood from the feeling of his dick ripping you open. It makes you choke beneath him, your head falling back as he fucks you full of his cock. “S-So perfect.”

His nose brushes against your collarbone, using your neck as support when he leans his forehead against it. He takes a deep breath, breathing in your scent before he takes your hips firmly into his palms and holds you against the sheets. Your legs fall naturally, too weak to hold themselves up. But he doesn’t seem to care, instead using his new grip to pull you into his hips, pushing you deeper onto his length than you think you’ve ever gone before. The tip of his head kisses your cervix, and you wince in pleasurable pain when he slides out and slams against it again.

“A-Ah,” you whine, unsure how to feel about this new sensation. The man above you is sure, slowly but harshly pushing into you. His sureness makes you swell, and you feel like he is truly combining his body with your own the deeper he goes.

“Y-You,” he nearly slurs. Your pussy squeezes the head of his cock so justly, he feels his vision going blurry. Everything about you makes him explode. His dick, his mind, his heart. Everything. He can't even finish his sentence.

He goes faster, slipping past your folds with your slick sliding down your thighs and onto his sheets.

“T-Tae,” you panic, your high coming in quickly, setting warmly at the pit of your stomach just seconds away from release. “Tae, I’m gonna cum.”

“F-Fuck, me, too,” he moves faster, harder. His hands touch you, your skin following in flames the further his hands slide up your waist. He groans uncontrollably when you clench around him, your warm heat spreading down your walls as he makes love to you. “Y-Yn,” he whines.

“Say you love me,” you gasp, your voice nearly a whisper as you cream his cock.

“I love you,” he kisses your lips. It’s wet and so disgustingly sweet, you force him to lean himself into your body again, to use it to cum. “I love you so much.”

You watch him shut his eyes tight, his cock twitching inside of you, begging for release as he fights it, probably wanting to last longer for you, to give you a second orgasm before he lets himself cum.

“Cum for me, sweet boy,” you kiss his cheek.

“A-Ah,” he moans, his nose rubbing against yours. You squeak when he slams himself into you, harsh and raw, pushing past you as he fills you with ropes of white cum. “Oh, fuck,” he shakes, fists gathering the fabric of the sheets tightly as he falls into your neck, dick twitching as he cums hotly in your walls. He can’t control the noises, he’s never felt like this before. Like nothing else matters but his future with you.

His dick slips past your cervix, exiting your walls with loads of cum falling out of your abused cunt.

He falls on top of you, the two of you catching your breath with closed eyes and heavy limbs. Until you start laughing.

“What?” he chuckles with you. Your laugh is contagious.

He comes up to look at you, your cheeks red and your pupils shot with love.

“Nothing,” you shake your head. You look at him, cupping his cheek as he switches his gaze between your eyes and your cherry lips. “I-I’m just so happy.”

He laughs at that. Himself full of the same happiness.

“So?” you poke his cheek, raising an eyebrow.

“So?” he raises his own.

“Will you?”

“Will I…?”

“Will you marry me, silly,” you roll your eyes. Although it doesn’t seem nearly as sassy as it is supposed to, not with a giant smile plastered on your face.

“Oh,” he smiles back. “I guess.”

“'You guess'?!” you pinch his shoulder. He winces but laughs as he pulls you into a hug, switching himself on his back with your hips straddling his own. Cum leaks down onto his softening cock, but that is the last thing on either of your minds. His big hands feel the smoothness of your thighs, as yours play with the skin of his chest. If he didn’t know every one of your quirks, he would have taken it as you being silly. But he knows you’re just a little nervous about his answer.

“Yes,” he takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Of course I will. But, let me do it properly.”

You physically relax, and pure happiness floods your system.

“We never do things properly,” you remind him, rolling your eyes with a smile again.

“You’re right,” he acknowledges. “I-It might be a while, but at least let me buy you a ring.”

“Okay,” you bite your lip, hiding a closed-lipped smile. It doesn’t work, of course, and the two of you are left a stupid mess as you start your forever together.

___

[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2024]

knife | Kim Taehyung Drabble

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; As you make your way towards your new home, an unexpected encounter with a mysterious man interrupts your journey. Will this encounter be a simple interaction or will it lead to an exciting adventure?

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: dark, smut, knife kink

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Taehyung x y/n

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, violence, mention of blood, fuck with knife, unprotected sex, rough sex, maybe there's more.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.6k+

a/n: Happy New Year Guyz! 🫶

and i can't believe I wrote this.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 [𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝]

You are on your way to your new house, a place you were forced to move to by your father's orders. He claims that your previous home was no longer safe due to people who covet something precious to him. Although you may feel alone and question your importance to him, remember that his priority is your safety maybe. Despite his invitation to join him, you declined because you like to stay here, even though you don't have any friends here. You've never been interested in making friends, fearing judgement and rejection. Making friends is not a priority for you; your main focus is on keeping yourself safe. Your father has trained you in various skills, including self-defence, and you take pride in being able to protect yourself. You vividly recalled a memory. One night, at a party, a man - possibly one of your father's enemies - tried to kiss you. Without hesitation, you drew your precious knife and slit his throat, revelling in the sight of his blood spraying everywhere, well maybe you're a creep for loving blood. The incident caused a commotion, and your father punished you by locking you in your room for a whole fucking week.

The GPS voice abruptly interrupts your thoughts, you realise you've arrived at your destination. Opting to park the car in a nearby alley rather than directly in front of your new house, you take precautions to ensure your father's enemies remain unaware of its exact location. Feeling a heavy sigh escape your lips, you reach for your knife on the dashboard. With no belongings in tow, as your father had already arranged everything for your new home, you slip the knife into the pocket of your black leather jacket before stepping out of the car. As you lock your car, a chilling gust of wind brushes against your face, sending a surge of adrenaline through your body. The midnight hour and the desolate alley make you uneasy, but you push aside your fear and decide to make your way out of the alley. However, as you take steps forward, you sense someone's presence behind you. Increasing your pace, you notice the sound of another person's footsteps quickening as well, causing adrenaline to surge through your system once again. In a moment of panic, you pulled out your knife from your pocket, holding it out in plain sight to deter any potential attacker, ensuring that the next person does not suspect anything. You stopped in your tracks and moved backwards, without thinking, you instinctively placing the knife at the stranger's neck.

He's tall enough, but your eyes burn with flames as you catch a glimpse of the enigmatic smirk on his face. The darkness surrounding you makes it difficult to see, but you can make out the bruises on his face - one near his left lip and another on his nose. His disheveled hair adds to his mysterious appearance. When you lock eyes with him, they are so dark and intense that they seem capable of devouring you at any moment. He chuckles sarcastically, causing a shiver to run down your spine. In response, you press your knife against his throat, determined not to show any fear. A small cut appears, and a trickle of blood escapes from his neck. However, he doesn't seem scared or in pain. Instead, his lips curl up even more as the dark blood slides down his neck and onto his collarbone.

"Wow! A knife. Are you flirting with me?" he exclaims, his voice deep and filled with happiness. His eyes dance like a manic, as if he's relishing every moment.

"Y/N" but as he whispers your name, his eyes darken, sending a surge of adrenaline through your body. Your eyes widen in shock - how does he know your name? Questions flood your mind. Is he your enemy? Is he working for your father? But your thoughts are interrupted as he takes a step towards you. In one swift motion, he snatches the knife from your hand, leaving you completely unaware of when he did it. As you realize the emptiness in your hand, you snap back to reality. Just as you lift your leg to kick him in the belly, he moves forward, gripping your waist tightly. Before you know it, your back slams against a hard wall, causing you to hiss in pain, but he doesn't seem to care.

Your legs were trapped, confined within the vice-like grip of his long limbs, leaving you vulnerable and aware of the potential danger. He firmly grasped both of your wrists, overpowering you with his strength, and forcefully pinned them above your head against the unyielding wall. The proximity of his crotch against your abdomen was uncomfortably close, his breath teasingly brushing against your lips, causing your own breath to become shallow in response. His eyes, filled with a predatory hunger, seemed capable of devouring you whole. You try to free your wrists. But your attempts to free your wrists were futile, as his grip only tightened. The intensity in his eyes matched the flames of your own fury, fueled by his overwhelming power and the undeniable effect his proximity had on your body. In the midst of your fear and anger of who the hell is he, you mustered the strength to speak through clenched teeth,

"Who...are...you?"

He let out a mocking chuckle once again, clearly amused by your feeble attempt to break free from his strong hold and your question. He didn't bother answering, leaving you frustrated and desperate to escape his grasp, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted to escape his hold and inflict harm upon him, even to the point of wanting to end his life with your own knife. Whoever he was, you didn't care to know at this moment. All you wanted was to witness him suffer, to see him bleed. His intimidating eyes and smirking lips only added to your annoyance. He was dangerously close to you, so close that you- your thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he suddenly seized your neck, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps covered your body. Panic filled your widened eyes as his hold grew stronger, making it difficult for you to breathe. You wanted to scream, but your constricted throat prevented any sound from escaping. He inhales the scent of your neck and proceeds to fucking lick it to your jawline, as if you were a delectable treat. His tongue does something inside you, leaving you bewildered and on the brink of death. A tear escapes your eye as his grip tightens, causing your face to turn purple from lack of oxygen. You feel your life slipping away. Just as you were about to lose consciousness, his grip suddenly loosened, allowing you to cough and gasp for air, your eyes shut tightly. Your wrists remained trapped in his vice-like grip, making it clear that escape was impossible. Once you were finally able to catch your breath, you looked at him, only to see his lips curling upwards, as if he found immense joy in seeing you in such a state. He was clearly unhinged. You wanted to scream at him, but no sound came out. He leaned in closer to your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe, causing a strange sensation in your lower region.

"Your precious knife gave me a fucking hard-on, and I was losing all sense of control. If I had let loose back then, you would have been in big trouble. I would've fucked your world against this wall so intensely, you wouldn't even remember your own name by now". He whispered huskily, grinding his clothed crotch against your abdomen, making you feel his hardness.

Your eyes widened in shock at his words, or maybe it was the sensation of his clothed dick pressing into your skin. His hot breath tickled your ear, causing you to shudder in fear or something else. He pulled away from your ear, smirking sarcastically, his eyes still filled with amusement. Anger burned in your eyes as you remembered that smirk, knowing he was the one who had choked you.

"I'll kill you," you whispered, your teeth clenched together, your voice filled with a threatening tone.

It was true, once he freed your wrists, you were going to make him pay. But he just laughed, his deep laughter echoing through the dark alley. You stared at him, dumbfounded and confused. His laughter subsided and he looked at you, his yin yang eyes shining even in the darkness.

"Next time, show me your knife. I'll fuck you right then and there. Don't forget that, y/n." His voice resonated with a seductive allure as he spoke.

As you tried to process his words, you suddenly felt your wrists being released from his grip. You couldn't help but notice the marks his long fingers had left on your skin. Without wasting a moment, your eyes landed on your precious knife, lying on the dirty ground of the alley. Its bright blade shimmered even in the darkness. Filled with anger, you locked eyes with him as he took a step back, a maniacal smirk still plastered on his lips. As you made your way towards your knife, your shoulders brushed against his, and you knew this was the perfect moment to kill him. Swiftly grabbing the knife, you turned around to slit his throat, only to find him nowhere in sight. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. Standing alone in the dark alley, the cold air brushing against your face, leaving you bewildered. How- how could he disappear so quickly? There were no signs of where he had gone. Frustrated with yourself for missing the chance to kill him, you stomped your feet hard on the ground. You can bet your bottom dollar that he doesn't have the speed to make it far from this place.

"There won't be another time, Fucker!" you shouted at the top of your lungs, your throat on the verge of exploding from the sheer volume. Even if he couldn't hear you, you wanted him to know your determination.

It has been a month since that encounter with the brat, and ever since then, a constant feeling of being watched has plagued you. Whether you are outside or inside the house, the sensation persists, yet every attempt to uncover the source of this unease proves futile. Desperate for answers, you even called your father, questioning if he had hired someone to keep an eye on you, only to be met with denial. He inquired if anyone had posed a threat to you, but you lied, claiming it was mere curiosity.

Now, as you sit on the couch, gazing at the night view through the expansive glass wall, the chilling November wind causing the trees to sway, the unsettling feeling remains. Your mind is consumed by unanswered questions, pondering the identity and intentions of this mysterious observer. If he were a foe, he would have ended your life then and there.

You expelled a breath in a huff while gazing downwards. This situation is becoming increasingly difficult for you. Suddenly, a voice filled with unease emanated from the kitchen area, causing your head to snap in that direction instantly. Your breathing quickens, but you remain prepared for a potential attack. Slowly, you rise from the couch, feeling the cold floor beneath your bare feet. The distance to the kitchen is short, just a few steps away from the TV lounge. You grab your knife from the table in front of the couch, 'wherever I am, my knife is there too'.

As you take a step forward onto the chilly floor, your uneasiness intensifies. It feels as though something significant is about to happen. Clutching the knife tightly in your hand, your palms become sweaty as you come to a stop in front of the kitchen door. Inhaling sharply, you slowly open the door, causing it to emit a screeching sound that echoes through the vast, empty hall. You open the door fully, scanning the area with your eyes for any signs of suspicion. However, there is nothing out of the ordinary, except for the open window on the left side of the kitchen. The only source of light is the moon, leaving the rest engulfed in darkness. You let out a sigh of relief, realizing that there is nothing strange. Making your way towards the window, a cold breeze brushes against your face, causing the hairs on your neck to stand on end. Suddenly, your steps come to a halt as you sense someone's presence behind you. Your heart rate increases, and you tightly grip your knife while closing your eyes. You opened your eyes, turn around and press the knife against the person's neck, but there is no movement from them. It is too dark to make out their features, but the height seems familiar. You attempt to catch a glimpse of the face, which remains hidden in the shadows of the kitchen. Your grip on the knife remains firm as you realize with wide eyes that it is him.

"Recognize me, y/n?" he asked, his words sending a shiver down your spine. Your entire body freezes, and you feel a sense of dread wash over you. He takes a step forward, causing you to instinctively take a step back.

You tilt your head to meet his gaze, and there he is, with eyes that seem almost maniacal. Instead of a smile, there's a creepy smirk on his lips, reminiscent of the first time you saw it. In the dim moonlight, you can now fully see his face, and those eyes are etched into your memory. Your left hand still holds the knife against his throat, but your grip has inexplicably lightened. You had been waiting for this moment, to finally end him. So why does your grip loosen?

Suddenly, he grabs your waist, pulling your body closer to his with a strong arm. The knife you had pressed against his neck is pushed forward, creating a new, smaller cut where the last one was. Even though your grip on the knife isn't tight, it leaves you gasping. He looks at you, and his eyes flash, though you can't tell if it's from pain or something else. When your gaze falls upon his lips, they glisten in the moonlight. You unconsciously lick your own lips, and you see him take a sharp breath, his eyes fixed on your mouth. His expression suddenly turns dark, and you gulp nervously. 'What's wrong with me? Why am I looking at his lips? Why do I feel a strange attraction to his maniacal eyes?'

Before you can dwell on your thoughts any longer, his cold thumb brushes against your lower lip, causing your breath to hitch. You look at him, and his dilated pupils and darker eyes give away his desire. A cocky smirk forms on his lips, and you can't help but feel a mix of fear and a strange, unexpected arousal.

"Are you scared, hmm?" he inquired with his deep, husky voice that had the power to bring any girl to her knees, not you, but maybe you too.

His question snapped you back to reality. But as he spoke, a surge of adrenaline coursed through your entire body, instantly capturing your attention. A question immediately formed in your mind - are you scared? No. maybe yes. You refuse to show any signs of fear, for you are not one to easily reveal your vulnerabilities.

"I'm not scared of you, not even in your fucking dreams," you whisper, barely audible, attempting to convey your lack of fear. However, your voice comes out hoarse, betraying the intensity of the situation. Yet, strangely enough, he finds your raspy voice incredibly sexy, causing him to lose control over himself. He chuckles sarcastically, and in a swift motion reminiscent of the first time, he snatches the knife from your hand and grasps your throat.

Your eyes widen in realization, as once again, you have failed to maintain a firm hold on your weapon. You're aware that this time he's going to strangle you to death, his hold on your throat tight, causing you to snap back to reality and your breath to cease due to his firm grip on your neck.

Hold on, your hands are actually free. He didn't grab your wrists. Why? But now is not the time to ponder over it while he's choking you. It's the perfect opportunity to take advantage of your untied hands. You deliver a powerful punch to his jaw, causing his grip to loosen from your throat, and you yanked his hand away. You cough, desperately trying to catch your breath as he stumbled back, surprised by the force of your punch. His eyes widen at your audacity. He clenches his jaw and tenderly touches his injured jaw. He hisses in pain, but suddenly, the hiss transforms into a sinister chuckle.

"Well, well, well! You've managed to make the same mistake again" his deep taunting voice reverberated through the kitchen, your entire body went rigid. The sheer power behind his voice sent shivers down your spine, instantly reminding you of the warning you had completely forgotten. Adrenaline surged through your veins, filling you with a rush of fear.

'Next time, show me your knife. I'll fuck you right then and there. Don't forget that, y/n.'

Your heart races as you gulp, unaware of the fear that has taken hold of you. Your throat feels dry, and the realization hits you - he's not going to harm you, is he? Panic sets in as you realize your knife is not in your hands, knowing that if it were, you might have already defended yourself. Fear courses through your veins, and his warning only intensifies the wetness between your legs.

'What the hell is happening to me? I can feel my knees wobbling' you thought to yourself, bewildered by the power he seems to have over you. You desperately try to hide your fear, not wanting him to see how much his gaze and warning have affected you.

"Fuck off. I'll kill you this time. So why should I be worried about your warning?" you retort, pointing a trembling finger at him, attempting to regain control over your body and conceal your true state.

"Oh, I'm scared, y/n," he snickers in his deep voice, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a playful smirk on his lips. He places a hand on his chest, feigning fear, but his act is transparent.

"Huh, I know how much-" your sentence was abruptly interrupted as he took a large stride towards you, causing your steps to stumble backward involuntarily. Wide-eyed and speechless, you feel small and vulnerable in his towering presence, as if you were nothing more than a child standing before him. Leaning in closer, he brought his face inches away from yours. The scent of smoke lingered on his breath as his intense gaze locked onto your eyes. You couldn't help but hold the eye contact, feeling the weight of his stare. Though you wanted to curse him, your throat felt parched and the words remained unsaid.

His large hands firmly grasp your hips, effortlessly lifting your body off the ground and causing your legs to wrap around his torso. The sudden touch catches you off guard, but it also awakens your senses.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" you demand, using your small hands to push against his muscular chest, attempting to break free from his hold. However, your efforts prove futile as his grip only tightens around your hips.

"You already know, stubborn cat," he retorts with a deep, husky voice that resembles a thunderstorm. A mischievous smirk plays on his annoyingly beautiful face, making you yearn to wipe it off. He turns around, your legs still securely tied to his toned torso, and a sense of worry begins to creep in.

"Stop! Put me down, right now," you spat breathlessly, this time exerting all your strength to push him. It feels as though you're exerting all your strength, pushing against an immovable stone. Eventually, you give up, exhausted from the effort. You didn't push harder because you were afraid of the consequences if he were lose control.

Despite your pleas, he continues to move forward, ignoring your requests to put yo down. Your mind goes numb as he takes each step, and a single thought dominates your consciousness: 'Is he really going to fuck me?' Your hands remain on his chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall as he breathes. His breath, smoky and warm, reaches your nose.

After just a few steps, he abruptly stops. Your head jerks up, hope flickering in your eyes as you gaze at him. However, his eyes are dark, like a moonless night. Maybe he will release you, maybe he wasn't serious about his warning. But your hope shatters when your hips make contact with the cold counter, causing you to hiss from the sudden chill and shattering your assumptions.

He positions himself between your legs, his gaze filled with a promise to dominate you, and your heart races as you feel the tent in his pants. However, there is absolutely no way you can make him fuck you. You exerted a significant amount of force this time, but he pushed his body onto yours and nothing like any collision with the refrigerator as you had hoped. As a result, your face is flushed with anger and a mix of other emotions that you'd rather not dwell on.

"Nice one, y/n," he taunts you, his deep voice filled with amusement. It's fucking sexy, but you refuse to let him see how much of an effect he has on you. 'Shut up, y/n,' your eyes still burning with anger.

"Huh, that was just the beginning," you snort, giving him a sarcastic smirk. Because what comes next will make him regret ever being born. You lean in closer, feeling his smirk grow. You bring your face near his ear, your breath teasing him, and you just want him to experience this sensation for just a moment. You then lean down towards his neck, sensing his tension and the alluring scent of musk emanating from him. But you push those distractions aside because you have a mission to accomplish. Now or never.

As you open your mouth to bite him, he unexpectedly pulls your hair harshly, causing your mouth to hang open. Your hands instinctively find their way to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. You suck a breath, tears welling up from deep within and streaming down your cheeks from the sudden pain. He forces you to look at him, his dark eyes growing even darker. He brings his face closer to yours, and suddenly, you feel small.

"You did this," he said, pointing his hard dick with his eyes. A wide grin spread across his face, revealing his white teeth, making him look like a maniac. As he exhaled, his breath brushed against your lips, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Now, princess, it's time to face the consequences," he whispered, his eyes dark but his lips curved into a childlike smile. It was evident that he was enjoying seeing you in pain.

He released your hair, and you let out a sigh, realizing how long you had been holding your breath. However, your moment of relief was short-lived as he forcefully removed your hands from his shoulder and held them tightly in his large hand. Using your wrists by pinnig them above your head, he makes you to lie on the cold counter, causing your back to arch from the sudden chill. He loomed over you, making you feel incredibly small. You stared at him in disbelief, desperately trying to break free from his grip, but it only tightened.

You winced in pain, tears streaming down your face and leaving streaks on your cheeks. He leaned in, his face just inches away from yours. His breath tickled your skin, carrying his smoky scent to your nostrils.

Suddenly, a metallic sound reached your ears, and you wondered if it was the sound of your knife. But where did it come from? Your eyes widened as you realized he had placed the knife on the counter beside you. You saw him smile, his boxy smile revealing his front white teeth like an innocent child, but his eyes told a different story. They were crinkled at the corners, dark and mysterious.

He was so close, and you were afraid to break eye contact. You didn't know what he would do if you closed your eyes even for a moment to gather yourself and think of a way to escape his grip. Taking a deep breath, you tried to relax, inhaling his scent. You had to do it, you had to find a way to calm yourself down.

As you closed your eyes, he licked your cheek, causing your eyes to snap open. You looked at him, wide-eyed, feeling his saliva stick to your skin. He smirked again, like a maniac. Damn.

"What the fuck was that?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. You tried once again to free yourself from his grip, but he was incredibly strong.

"Your tears taste salty," he claimed, his voice deep, yet he answered you like a child. Whose tears aren't salty? You wanted to laugh at his silly response, but you held it in, keeping a straight face, not wanting to show him that you found him amusing.

"What do you want with me? Just leave me already, huh?" you slurred, making eye contact with him, but he seemed unaffected by your plea. He rested his head on yours, making you look at him in confusion. He chuckled softly, his breath brushing against your lips. You had initially planned to deal with him patiently, but now you realized your intentions were all wrong.

"What makes you think I'll leave you?" he pondered, his voice taking on a dominant tone.

His other hand extends towards the knife, breaking contact with your forehead. You observe his every move, every little action, your throat drying up as you focus on his hand. His veins bulge as he tightly grips your knife.

You can't help but wonder what he plans to do with the knife. The thought of him possibly killing you now sends a shiver down your spine.

You let out a sigh and close your eyes, preparing yourself for the worst. This feels like the end. 'I hate my life. I never got to truly enjoy it,' you think to yourself.

Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted as your eyes widen. You feel him removing your sweatpants, and a strange sensation awakens in your stomach. Your muscles instinctively tighten, and your folds clenched around nothing. His cold hand, holding the knife, brushes against your skin, causing you to shudder at the unfamiliar touch.

Your breath becomes sharp as he swiftly removes your pants, leaving you in just your panties and your blue puffy sweater. The cold air hits your bare legs, making you realize that you allowed him to undress you.

You're furious with yourself, wanted to scream, but your focus is solely on his physique. Your arousal intensifies when he removes your panties, causing your wet folds to clench around nothing. In that moment, you realize you're fucked up. From the second he choked you, you craved him. It's insane, isn't it?

But damn, you want him to fuck you the instant he reminds you of the warning he gave. You've been deceiving yourself all this time, fighting against your desires. But now, your dripping pussy yearns for him, and you won't deny your sexual tension.

Unexpectedly, you wrap your legs around his waist, surprising him. After a brief moment, his surprise transforms into excitement, his lips curling into a wicked grin. He hovers over you, leaning closer until his breath caresses your lips. You inhale his intoxicating scent, realizing that you're acting like a complete maniac.

He examined your face intently, releasing his grasp on your wrists, catching you off guard. You were taken aback, your eyes widening in surprise. But now, you didn't want him to go. You wanted him to fulfill his promise, to fuck you just like he had warned. You even dropped a subtle hint, silently pleading for him to take charge.

"Are you not going to fuck me?" you asked, the question slipping out against your will.

Your eyes widened at the sudden inquiry that had only been in your mind moments ago. In a panic, you quickly covered your mouth with your sweaty palm.

He chuckled, his deep voice stirring something in your core. He removed your hand from your mouth, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His wild eyes, which you were starting to crave, were fixed on you.

"No, I'm not. But I'm going to destroy your world right here. Wanna know how?" he whispered, his warm breath teasing your lips, causing a shiver to cascade through your body.

Without warning, he thrust his hips forward, leaving you gasping as his throbbing shaft made a bold appearance in his jeans. He smirked as he observed your reaction, then slowly backed away, untying your legs from around his waist, leaving you feeling disappointed. However, you didn't want him to see your crestfallen expression, so you pressed your lips into a tight, straight line.

His intense gaze bore into your dilated pupils, never wavering. With your palms on the cold kitchen counter, you lean forward, supporting yourself to catch a glimpse of what he's up to. But when you lock eyes with him, he returns the gaze with hooded eyes, causing your heart to race. His intense gaze drifts down to your soaked panties that cling to your core. A wave of embarrassment washed over you, realizing that he hadn't even touched you, and yet you're dripping this much. You consider closing your legs, but before you can, his large, slender hand comes into contact with your inner thigh, forcefully spreading your legs wide open. A hiss of pain escapes your lips, and as you glance at him, you notice a smirk on his face that's even more pronounced than before. It turns him on to see you in pain.

He twirled the knife in his hand, taking a step closer to you. Your throat tightened as his other hand, still resting on your inner thigh, brushed against your soaked panties. Leaning in until his face was level with yours, his dark, mysterious eyes locked onto yours, intensifying the connection between you. His fingers began to rub against the fabric of your panties, causing your eyes to roll back involuntarily, your mouth hanging open, and your breath quickening.

"Already wet for me," he commented, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he continued to rub you through the thin barrier. You looked at him with half-open eyes, your face flushed with both embarrassment and pleasure from his touch. You couldn't deny how much you were enjoying it. Your folds tighten around nothing, craving more.

He skillfully slid your panties to the side, exposing your core with his sinful fingers. Instead of removing them completely, he simply moved them aside, his mysterious dark eyes locked onto yours. As the cold wind brushed against your sensitive flesh, causing you to shiver in anticipation.

Before you knew it, your mouth fell open, a strange sound escaping your lips. Your head instinctively threw back, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as the cold handle of the knife thrust in your heat. Your hand reached out, finding his, as he pulled the knife handle out of your wet core. With a forceful grip on your chin, he made you look into his eyes as he thrust back in, his gaze darker than the night.

It was difficult to maintain eye contact while he continued to pleasure you with the knife handle, but strangely enough, you found yourself enjoying every moment.

"Look at me while I fuck you with your precious knife," he demanded, his voice growling with desire. His command caused your walls to clench tightly around the knife handle, intensifying the pleasure. You bit down on your lower lip, tasting the metallic tang of your own blood.

Your hand instinctively tightened around his, the one holding the knife blade. He hissed in pain, taking a sharp breath, and you felt warm droplets of his blood falling onto your thigh. But in that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

His other slender hand grabbed your right leg, lifting it onto his shoulder, causing you to gasp loudly at the sudden change in position. Your other hand, which is pressed against the cold counter, found its way to his shoulder, gripping his hoodie tightly, while the other remained on his hand, guiding the knife that was fucking you. Your forehead glistened with sweat, strands of hair sticking to your skin.

"Please, fuck me," you moan loudly, your voice filled with desperation. Your arousal continues to build, reaching new heights. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, he abruptly stops thrusting the knife into you. Your eyes widen, your brows furrow in confusion as the handle of the knife lingers inside you. You take a sharp breath, your disappointment evident. He pulls the knife out of your dripping core, denying you the orgasm you were so close to experiencing. A dark, maniacal smirk spreads across his face, his eyes filled with a sinister gleam.

"I will," he says, his voice dripping with the intensity of his desire to dominate and destroy you. But what is he talking about? What will he do? You look at him, your confusion evident in your eyes. You remove one hand from his shoulder, but keep the other one firmly in place. He brings the knife closer to his face, licking your juices off the handle with a sinful hum. His eyes close in pleasure as he savors the taste. Your throat tightens as you gulp, watching his Adam's apple bob.

"What will you do?" you ask, your voice coming out shallow despite your attempts to steady your breathing. He stops licking the knife, chuckling sarcastically at your question. He finds it amusing how you seem to have forgotten your own request.

"You begged me to fuck you, and I can't wait to make you come harder on my cock," he simply states, sending your heart racing once again.

He takes your leg off his shoulder, causing you to let out a deep sigh as your leg finds a comfortable position. However, the commanding tone of his voice, as he talks about fucking you, sends shivers of anticipation down your body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck y/n". He moans, his voice growling as he thrusts harder into your tight pussy. Your right cheek squeezes harder on the pillow, your breath heavy and labored. It's difficult to breathe normally when his long fingers have a tight grip on the back of your neck, making you gasp for air. Your sweaty hands grip the bedsheets tightly as your whole body jerks forward with each forceful thrust from behind.

"Moan my name," he commands, his deep voice even deeper now. One hand squeezes hard on your ass cheek, leaving his thick blood smeared all over your thighs, while the other hand is wrapped around your throat, choking you from behind. You try to listen to his voice, but you're too drained of energy to moan his name anymore. You've cum so hard around his throbbing cock that you've even forgotten your own name. And he was right when he said he would utterly destroy you.

When he promised to make you cum harder, he led you to your bedroom and forcefully threw you onto your soft bed, causing you to gasp in surprise. In an instant, he aggressively ripped all your clothes off, exposing your naked body, as well as his own. Your eyes widened as you saw his throbbing cock pressed against his abdomen, causing your mouth to water and your core to ache. You couldn't help but clench your thighs together as you stared at his rock-hard dick. It was then that he lost control. He commanded you to lay on your stomach, and before you knew it, you were whimpering in anticipation. He thrust his big cock deep inside your dripping core, and then he whispered his name for you to moan.

His name is Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. You moaned his name loudly as you reached the most intense orgasm of your life.

And now, you're completely lost in the pleasure. Your body can't handle it anymore. Your core is throbbing, and you can't help but feel swollen. Without warning, a forceful spank lands on your ass cheek, leaving behind his handprint. You hiss in pain, and he hisses too, because of his injured palm. He pulls your face close to his from behind, gripping your neck tightly. You gasp as the position feels strange. Your ass is pressed against his abdomen, and your back arches as he brings your head close to his face. You turn your head to look at him, and his face is so close, his messy, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. Perhaps you look the same, disheveled and covered in sweat.

"I told you to moan my name, princess Y/N," he asserts once more, his voice dripping with dominance as he thrusts his hips upwards.

"Oh, fuck, Taehyung," you moan loudly as a second wave of arousal builds in your stomach. Your dripping core clenches tightly around his cock, your head reaching his shoulder and your nails digging into his shoulders. Neither of you cares about anything else in that moment because you're both lost in the pleasure.

He starts jerking his hips upwards at a rapid pace, cursing in your ear and telling you how amazing it feels to have his dick inside you with his deep voice. Your entire body squirms, and you know you can't hold on any longer. Both of your moans fill the room, maybe even the entire house.

"Come harder around my cock again," he commands, and it's exactly what you wanted to hear before you explode around his throbbing cock. Your eyes shut from exhaustion, and your chest rises and falls rapidly.

His own dick twitches inside your dripping core. He pulls out and releases his load onto your ass with a loud 'fuck' escaping his sinful tongue. His seeds cover your ass and lower back. His chest rises and falls rapidly from the release. After relaxing his breathing, he made you lay down, but you're not even fully present in this world.

You never knew you had a taste for rough sex, but damn, you enjoyed every touch and every moment of his dominance.

Now, you're completely spent, your body feeling lifeless. Your eyes refuse to open, as if in protest. You lie there, covered in a mixture of his cum and blood, knowing that when you wake up, you'll be startled by your appearance. Your mind is numb, unable to process anything except the faint movements in the room. Suddenly, you feel him sits on the bed, his hot breath reaching your ear. With half-open eyes, you gaze at his handsome yet mysterious face.

"Next time, I'm going to fuck every single holes of your beautiful body. Now, sleep, my stubborn little cat," he whispers, reminding you of what's to come. You close your eyes, aware of him rising from the bed and leaving your life temporarily. And the first thought that crosses your mind is:

There's going to be a 'next time'.

knife | Kim Taehyung Drabble

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; As you make your way towards your new home, an unexpected encounter with a mysterious man interrupts your journey. Will this encounter be a simple interaction or will it lead to an exciting adventure?

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: dark, smut, knife kink

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Taehyung x y/n

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, violence, mention of blood, fuck with knife, unprotected sex, rough sex, maybe there's more.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.6k+

a/n: Happy New Year Guyz! 🫶

and i can't believe I wrote this.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 [𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝]

You are on your way to your new house, a place you were forced to move to by your father's orders. He claims that your previous home was no longer safe due to people who covet something precious to him. Although you may feel alone and question your importance to him, remember that his priority is your safety maybe. Despite his invitation to join him, you declined because you like to stay here, even though you don't have any friends here. You've never been interested in making friends, fearing judgement and rejection. Making friends is not a priority for you; your main focus is on keeping yourself safe. Your father has trained you in various skills, including self-defence, and you take pride in being able to protect yourself. You vividly recalled a memory. One night, at a party, a man - possibly one of your father's enemies - tried to kiss you. Without hesitation, you drew your precious knife and slit his throat, revelling in the sight of his blood spraying everywhere, well maybe you're a creep for loving blood. The incident caused a commotion, and your father punished you by locking you in your room for a whole fucking week.

The GPS voice abruptly interrupts your thoughts, you realise you've arrived at your destination. Opting to park the car in a nearby alley rather than directly in front of your new house, you take precautions to ensure your father's enemies remain unaware of its exact location. Feeling a heavy sigh escape your lips, you reach for your knife on the dashboard. With no belongings in tow, as your father had already arranged everything for your new home, you slip the knife into the pocket of your black leather jacket before stepping out of the car. As you lock your car, a chilling gust of wind brushes against your face, sending a surge of adrenaline through your body. The midnight hour and the desolate alley make you uneasy, but you push aside your fear and decide to make your way out of the alley. However, as you take steps forward, you sense someone's presence behind you. Increasing your pace, you notice the sound of another person's footsteps quickening as well, causing adrenaline to surge through your system once again. In a moment of panic, you pulled out your knife from your pocket, holding it out in plain sight to deter any potential attacker, ensuring that the next person does not suspect anything. You stopped in your tracks and moved backwards, without thinking, you instinctively placing the knife at the stranger's neck.

He's tall enough, but your eyes burn with flames as you catch a glimpse of the enigmatic smirk on his face. The darkness surrounding you makes it difficult to see, but you can make out the bruises on his face - one near his left lip and another on his nose. His disheveled hair adds to his mysterious appearance. When you lock eyes with him, they are so dark and intense that they seem capable of devouring you at any moment. He chuckles sarcastically, causing a shiver to run down your spine. In response, you press your knife against his throat, determined not to show any fear. A small cut appears, and a trickle of blood escapes from his neck. However, he doesn't seem scared or in pain. Instead, his lips curl up even more as the dark blood slides down his neck and onto his collarbone.

"Wow! A knife. Are you flirting with me?" he exclaims, his voice deep and filled with happiness. His eyes dance like a manic, as if he's relishing every moment.

"Y/N" but as he whispers your name, his eyes darken, sending a surge of adrenaline through your body. Your eyes widen in shock - how does he know your name? Questions flood your mind. Is he your enemy? Is he working for your father? But your thoughts are interrupted as he takes a step towards you. In one swift motion, he snatches the knife from your hand, leaving you completely unaware of when he did it. As you realize the emptiness in your hand, you snap back to reality. Just as you lift your leg to kick him in the belly, he moves forward, gripping your waist tightly. Before you know it, your back slams against a hard wall, causing you to hiss in pain, but he doesn't seem to care.

Your legs were trapped, confined within the vice-like grip of his long limbs, leaving you vulnerable and aware of the potential danger. He firmly grasped both of your wrists, overpowering you with his strength, and forcefully pinned them above your head against the unyielding wall. The proximity of his crotch against your abdomen was uncomfortably close, his breath teasingly brushing against your lips, causing your own breath to become shallow in response. His eyes, filled with a predatory hunger, seemed capable of devouring you whole. You try to free your wrists. But your attempts to free your wrists were futile, as his grip only tightened. The intensity in his eyes matched the flames of your own fury, fueled by his overwhelming power and the undeniable effect his proximity had on your body. In the midst of your fear and anger of who the hell is he, you mustered the strength to speak through clenched teeth,

"Who...are...you?"

He let out a mocking chuckle once again, clearly amused by your feeble attempt to break free from his strong hold and your question. He didn't bother answering, leaving you frustrated and desperate to escape his grasp, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted to escape his hold and inflict harm upon him, even to the point of wanting to end his life with your own knife. Whoever he was, you didn't care to know at this moment. All you wanted was to witness him suffer, to see him bleed. His intimidating eyes and smirking lips only added to your annoyance. He was dangerously close to you, so close that you- your thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he suddenly seized your neck, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps covered your body. Panic filled your widened eyes as his hold grew stronger, making it difficult for you to breathe. You wanted to scream, but your constricted throat prevented any sound from escaping. He inhales the scent of your neck and proceeds to fucking lick it to your jawline, as if you were a delectable treat. His tongue does something inside you, leaving you bewildered and on the brink of death. A tear escapes your eye as his grip tightens, causing your face to turn purple from lack of oxygen. You feel your life slipping away. Just as you were about to lose consciousness, his grip suddenly loosened, allowing you to cough and gasp for air, your eyes shut tightly. Your wrists remained trapped in his vice-like grip, making it clear that escape was impossible. Once you were finally able to catch your breath, you looked at him, only to see his lips curling upwards, as if he found immense joy in seeing you in such a state. He was clearly unhinged. You wanted to scream at him, but no sound came out. He leaned in closer to your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe, causing a strange sensation in your lower region.

"Your precious knife gave me a fucking hard-on, and I was losing all sense of control. If I had let loose back then, you would have been in big trouble. I would've fucked your world against this wall so intensely, you wouldn't even remember your own name by now". He whispered huskily, grinding his clothed crotch against your abdomen, making you feel his hardness.

Your eyes widened in shock at his words, or maybe it was the sensation of his clothed dick pressing into your skin. His hot breath tickled your ear, causing you to shudder in fear or something else. He pulled away from your ear, smirking sarcastically, his eyes still filled with amusement. Anger burned in your eyes as you remembered that smirk, knowing he was the one who had choked you.

"I'll kill you," you whispered, your teeth clenched together, your voice filled with a threatening tone.

It was true, once he freed your wrists, you were going to make him pay. But he just laughed, his deep laughter echoing through the dark alley. You stared at him, dumbfounded and confused. His laughter subsided and he looked at you, his yin yang eyes shining even in the darkness.

"Next time, show me your knife. I'll fuck you right then and there. Don't forget that, y/n." His voice resonated with a seductive allure as he spoke.

As you tried to process his words, you suddenly felt your wrists being released from his grip. You couldn't help but notice the marks his long fingers had left on your skin. Without wasting a moment, your eyes landed on your precious knife, lying on the dirty ground of the alley. Its bright blade shimmered even in the darkness. Filled with anger, you locked eyes with him as he took a step back, a maniacal smirk still plastered on his lips. As you made your way towards your knife, your shoulders brushed against his, and you knew this was the perfect moment to kill him. Swiftly grabbing the knife, you turned around to slit his throat, only to find him nowhere in sight. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. Standing alone in the dark alley, the cold air brushing against your face, leaving you bewildered. How- how could he disappear so quickly? There were no signs of where he had gone. Frustrated with yourself for missing the chance to kill him, you stomped your feet hard on the ground. You can bet your bottom dollar that he doesn't have the speed to make it far from this place.

"There won't be another time, Fucker!" you shouted at the top of your lungs, your throat on the verge of exploding from the sheer volume. Even if he couldn't hear you, you wanted him to know your determination.

It has been a month since that encounter with the brat, and ever since then, a constant feeling of being watched has plagued you. Whether you are outside or inside the house, the sensation persists, yet every attempt to uncover the source of this unease proves futile. Desperate for answers, you even called your father, questioning if he had hired someone to keep an eye on you, only to be met with denial. He inquired if anyone had posed a threat to you, but you lied, claiming it was mere curiosity.

Now, as you sit on the couch, gazing at the night view through the expansive glass wall, the chilling November wind causing the trees to sway, the unsettling feeling remains. Your mind is consumed by unanswered questions, pondering the identity and intentions of this mysterious observer. If he were a foe, he would have ended your life then and there.

You expelled a breath in a huff while gazing downwards. This situation is becoming increasingly difficult for you. Suddenly, a voice filled with unease emanated from the kitchen area, causing your head to snap in that direction instantly. Your breathing quickens, but you remain prepared for a potential attack. Slowly, you rise from the couch, feeling the cold floor beneath your bare feet. The distance to the kitchen is short, just a few steps away from the TV lounge. You grab your knife from the table in front of the couch, 'wherever I am, my knife is there too'.

As you take a step forward onto the chilly floor, your uneasiness intensifies. It feels as though something significant is about to happen. Clutching the knife tightly in your hand, your palms become sweaty as you come to a stop in front of the kitchen door. Inhaling sharply, you slowly open the door, causing it to emit a screeching sound that echoes through the vast, empty hall. You open the door fully, scanning the area with your eyes for any signs of suspicion. However, there is nothing out of the ordinary, except for the open window on the left side of the kitchen. The only source of light is the moon, leaving the rest engulfed in darkness. You let out a sigh of relief, realizing that there is nothing strange. Making your way towards the window, a cold breeze brushes against your face, causing the hairs on your neck to stand on end. Suddenly, your steps come to a halt as you sense someone's presence behind you. Your heart rate increases, and you tightly grip your knife while closing your eyes. You opened your eyes, turn around and press the knife against the person's neck, but there is no movement from them. It is too dark to make out their features, but the height seems familiar. You attempt to catch a glimpse of the face, which remains hidden in the shadows of the kitchen. Your grip on the knife remains firm as you realize with wide eyes that it is him.

"Recognize me, y/n?" he asked, his words sending a shiver down your spine. Your entire body freezes, and you feel a sense of dread wash over you. He takes a step forward, causing you to instinctively take a step back.

You tilt your head to meet his gaze, and there he is, with eyes that seem almost maniacal. Instead of a smile, there's a creepy smirk on his lips, reminiscent of the first time you saw it. In the dim moonlight, you can now fully see his face, and those eyes are etched into your memory. Your left hand still holds the knife against his throat, but your grip has inexplicably lightened. You had been waiting for this moment, to finally end him. So why does your grip loosen?

Suddenly, he grabs your waist, pulling your body closer to his with a strong arm. The knife you had pressed against his neck is pushed forward, creating a new, smaller cut where the last one was. Even though your grip on the knife isn't tight, it leaves you gasping. He looks at you, and his eyes flash, though you can't tell if it's from pain or something else. When your gaze falls upon his lips, they glisten in the moonlight. You unconsciously lick your own lips, and you see him take a sharp breath, his eyes fixed on your mouth. His expression suddenly turns dark, and you gulp nervously. 'What's wrong with me? Why am I looking at his lips? Why do I feel a strange attraction to his maniacal eyes?'

Before you can dwell on your thoughts any longer, his cold thumb brushes against your lower lip, causing your breath to hitch. You look at him, and his dilated pupils and darker eyes give away his desire. A cocky smirk forms on his lips, and you can't help but feel a mix of fear and a strange, unexpected arousal.

"Are you scared, hmm?" he inquired with his deep, husky voice that had the power to bring any girl to her knees, not you, but maybe you too.

His question snapped you back to reality. But as he spoke, a surge of adrenaline coursed through your entire body, instantly capturing your attention. A question immediately formed in your mind - are you scared? No. maybe yes. You refuse to show any signs of fear, for you are not one to easily reveal your vulnerabilities.

"I'm not scared of you, not even in your fucking dreams," you whisper, barely audible, attempting to convey your lack of fear. However, your voice comes out hoarse, betraying the intensity of the situation. Yet, strangely enough, he finds your raspy voice incredibly sexy, causing him to lose control over himself. He chuckles sarcastically, and in a swift motion reminiscent of the first time, he snatches the knife from your hand and grasps your throat.

Your eyes widen in realization, as once again, you have failed to maintain a firm hold on your weapon. You're aware that this time he's going to strangle you to death, his hold on your throat tight, causing you to snap back to reality and your breath to cease due to his firm grip on your neck.

Hold on, your hands are actually free. He didn't grab your wrists. Why? But now is not the time to ponder over it while he's choking you. It's the perfect opportunity to take advantage of your untied hands. You deliver a powerful punch to his jaw, causing his grip to loosen from your throat, and you yanked his hand away. You cough, desperately trying to catch your breath as he stumbled back, surprised by the force of your punch. His eyes widen at your audacity. He clenches his jaw and tenderly touches his injured jaw. He hisses in pain, but suddenly, the hiss transforms into a sinister chuckle.

"Well, well, well! You've managed to make the same mistake again" his deep taunting voice reverberated through the kitchen, your entire body went rigid. The sheer power behind his voice sent shivers down your spine, instantly reminding you of the warning you had completely forgotten. Adrenaline surged through your veins, filling you with a rush of fear.

'Next time, show me your knife. I'll fuck you right then and there. Don't forget that, y/n.'

Your heart races as you gulp, unaware of the fear that has taken hold of you. Your throat feels dry, and the realization hits you - he's not going to harm you, is he? Panic sets in as you realize your knife is not in your hands, knowing that if it were, you might have already defended yourself. Fear courses through your veins, and his warning only intensifies the wetness between your legs.

'What the hell is happening to me? I can feel my knees wobbling' you thought to yourself, bewildered by the power he seems to have over you. You desperately try to hide your fear, not wanting him to see how much his gaze and warning have affected you.

"Fuck off. I'll kill you this time. So why should I be worried about your warning?" you retort, pointing a trembling finger at him, attempting to regain control over your body and conceal your true state.

"Oh, I'm scared, y/n," he snickers in his deep voice, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a playful smirk on his lips. He places a hand on his chest, feigning fear, but his act is transparent.

"Huh, I know how much-" your sentence was abruptly interrupted as he took a large stride towards you, causing your steps to stumble backward involuntarily. Wide-eyed and speechless, you feel small and vulnerable in his towering presence, as if you were nothing more than a child standing before him. Leaning in closer, he brought his face inches away from yours. The scent of smoke lingered on his breath as his intense gaze locked onto your eyes. You couldn't help but hold the eye contact, feeling the weight of his stare. Though you wanted to curse him, your throat felt parched and the words remained unsaid.

His large hands firmly grasp your hips, effortlessly lifting your body off the ground and causing your legs to wrap around his torso. The sudden touch catches you off guard, but it also awakens your senses.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" you demand, using your small hands to push against his muscular chest, attempting to break free from his hold. However, your efforts prove futile as his grip only tightens around your hips.

"You already know, stubborn cat," he retorts with a deep, husky voice that resembles a thunderstorm. A mischievous smirk plays on his annoyingly beautiful face, making you yearn to wipe it off. He turns around, your legs still securely tied to his toned torso, and a sense of worry begins to creep in.

"Stop! Put me down, right now," you spat breathlessly, this time exerting all your strength to push him. It feels as though you're exerting all your strength, pushing against an immovable stone. Eventually, you give up, exhausted from the effort. You didn't push harder because you were afraid of the consequences if he were lose control.

Despite your pleas, he continues to move forward, ignoring your requests to put yo down. Your mind goes numb as he takes each step, and a single thought dominates your consciousness: 'Is he really going to fuck me?' Your hands remain on his chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall as he breathes. His breath, smoky and warm, reaches your nose.

After just a few steps, he abruptly stops. Your head jerks up, hope flickering in your eyes as you gaze at him. However, his eyes are dark, like a moonless night. Maybe he will release you, maybe he wasn't serious about his warning. But your hope shatters when your hips make contact with the cold counter, causing you to hiss from the sudden chill and shattering your assumptions.

He positions himself between your legs, his gaze filled with a promise to dominate you, and your heart races as you feel the tent in his pants. However, there is absolutely no way you can make him fuck you. You exerted a significant amount of force this time, but he pushed his body onto yours and nothing like any collision with the refrigerator as you had hoped. As a result, your face is flushed with anger and a mix of other emotions that you'd rather not dwell on.

"Nice one, y/n," he taunts you, his deep voice filled with amusement. It's fucking sexy, but you refuse to let him see how much of an effect he has on you. 'Shut up, y/n,' your eyes still burning with anger.

"Huh, that was just the beginning," you snort, giving him a sarcastic smirk. Because what comes next will make him regret ever being born. You lean in closer, feeling his smirk grow. You bring your face near his ear, your breath teasing him, and you just want him to experience this sensation for just a moment. You then lean down towards his neck, sensing his tension and the alluring scent of musk emanating from him. But you push those distractions aside because you have a mission to accomplish. Now or never.

As you open your mouth to bite him, he unexpectedly pulls your hair harshly, causing your mouth to hang open. Your hands instinctively find their way to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. You suck a breath, tears welling up from deep within and streaming down your cheeks from the sudden pain. He forces you to look at him, his dark eyes growing even darker. He brings his face closer to yours, and suddenly, you feel small.

"You did this," he said, pointing his hard dick with his eyes. A wide grin spread across his face, revealing his white teeth, making him look like a maniac. As he exhaled, his breath brushed against your lips, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Now, princess, it's time to face the consequences," he whispered, his eyes dark but his lips curved into a childlike smile. It was evident that he was enjoying seeing you in pain.

He released your hair, and you let out a sigh, realizing how long you had been holding your breath. However, your moment of relief was short-lived as he forcefully removed your hands from his shoulder and held them tightly in his large hand. Using your wrists by pinnig them above your head, he makes you to lie on the cold counter, causing your back to arch from the sudden chill. He loomed over you, making you feel incredibly small. You stared at him in disbelief, desperately trying to break free from his grip, but it only tightened.

You winced in pain, tears streaming down your face and leaving streaks on your cheeks. He leaned in, his face just inches away from yours. His breath tickled your skin, carrying his smoky scent to your nostrils.

Suddenly, a metallic sound reached your ears, and you wondered if it was the sound of your knife. But where did it come from? Your eyes widened as you realized he had placed the knife on the counter beside you. You saw him smile, his boxy smile revealing his front white teeth like an innocent child, but his eyes told a different story. They were crinkled at the corners, dark and mysterious.

He was so close, and you were afraid to break eye contact. You didn't know what he would do if you closed your eyes even for a moment to gather yourself and think of a way to escape his grip. Taking a deep breath, you tried to relax, inhaling his scent. You had to do it, you had to find a way to calm yourself down.

As you closed your eyes, he licked your cheek, causing your eyes to snap open. You looked at him, wide-eyed, feeling his saliva stick to your skin. He smirked again, like a maniac. Damn.

"What the fuck was that?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. You tried once again to free yourself from his grip, but he was incredibly strong.

"Your tears taste salty," he claimed, his voice deep, yet he answered you like a child. Whose tears aren't salty? You wanted to laugh at his silly response, but you held it in, keeping a straight face, not wanting to show him that you found him amusing.

"What do you want with me? Just leave me already, huh?" you slurred, making eye contact with him, but he seemed unaffected by your plea. He rested his head on yours, making you look at him in confusion. He chuckled softly, his breath brushing against your lips. You had initially planned to deal with him patiently, but now you realized your intentions were all wrong.

"What makes you think I'll leave you?" he pondered, his voice taking on a dominant tone.

His other hand extends towards the knife, breaking contact with your forehead. You observe his every move, every little action, your throat drying up as you focus on his hand. His veins bulge as he tightly grips your knife.

You can't help but wonder what he plans to do with the knife. The thought of him possibly killing you now sends a shiver down your spine.

You let out a sigh and close your eyes, preparing yourself for the worst. This feels like the end. 'I hate my life. I never got to truly enjoy it,' you think to yourself.

Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted as your eyes widen. You feel him removing your sweatpants, and a strange sensation awakens in your stomach. Your muscles instinctively tighten, and your folds clenched around nothing. His cold hand, holding the knife, brushes against your skin, causing you to shudder at the unfamiliar touch.

Your breath becomes sharp as he swiftly removes your pants, leaving you in just your panties and your blue puffy sweater. The cold air hits your bare legs, making you realize that you allowed him to undress you.

You're furious with yourself, wanted to scream, but your focus is solely on his physique. Your arousal intensifies when he removes your panties, causing your wet folds to clench around nothing. In that moment, you realize you're fucked up. From the second he choked you, you craved him. It's insane, isn't it?

But damn, you want him to fuck you the instant he reminds you of the warning he gave. You've been deceiving yourself all this time, fighting against your desires. But now, your dripping pussy yearns for him, and you won't deny your sexual tension.

Unexpectedly, you wrap your legs around his waist, surprising him. After a brief moment, his surprise transforms into excitement, his lips curling into a wicked grin. He hovers over you, leaning closer until his breath caresses your lips. You inhale his intoxicating scent, realizing that you're acting like a complete maniac.

He examined your face intently, releasing his grasp on your wrists, catching you off guard. You were taken aback, your eyes widening in surprise. But now, you didn't want him to go. You wanted him to fulfill his promise, to fuck you just like he had warned. You even dropped a subtle hint, silently pleading for him to take charge.

"Are you not going to fuck me?" you asked, the question slipping out against your will.

Your eyes widened at the sudden inquiry that had only been in your mind moments ago. In a panic, you quickly covered your mouth with your sweaty palm.

He chuckled, his deep voice stirring something in your core. He removed your hand from your mouth, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His wild eyes, which you were starting to crave, were fixed on you.

"No, I'm not. But I'm going to destroy your world right here. Wanna know how?" he whispered, his warm breath teasing your lips, causing a shiver to cascade through your body.

Without warning, he thrust his hips forward, leaving you gasping as his throbbing shaft made a bold appearance in his jeans. He smirked as he observed your reaction, then slowly backed away, untying your legs from around his waist, leaving you feeling disappointed. However, you didn't want him to see your crestfallen expression, so you pressed your lips into a tight, straight line.

His intense gaze bore into your dilated pupils, never wavering. With your palms on the cold kitchen counter, you lean forward, supporting yourself to catch a glimpse of what he's up to. But when you lock eyes with him, he returns the gaze with hooded eyes, causing your heart to race. His intense gaze drifts down to your soaked panties that cling to your core. A wave of embarrassment washed over you, realizing that he hadn't even touched you, and yet you're dripping this much. You consider closing your legs, but before you can, his large, slender hand comes into contact with your inner thigh, forcefully spreading your legs wide open. A hiss of pain escapes your lips, and as you glance at him, you notice a smirk on his face that's even more pronounced than before. It turns him on to see you in pain.

He twirled the knife in his hand, taking a step closer to you. Your throat tightened as his other hand, still resting on your inner thigh, brushed against your soaked panties. Leaning in until his face was level with yours, his dark, mysterious eyes locked onto yours, intensifying the connection between you. His fingers began to rub against the fabric of your panties, causing your eyes to roll back involuntarily, your mouth hanging open, and your breath quickening.

"Already wet for me," he commented, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he continued to rub you through the thin barrier. You looked at him with half-open eyes, your face flushed with both embarrassment and pleasure from his touch. You couldn't deny how much you were enjoying it. Your folds tighten around nothing, craving more.

He skillfully slid your panties to the side, exposing your core with his sinful fingers. Instead of removing them completely, he simply moved them aside, his mysterious dark eyes locked onto yours. As the cold wind brushed against your sensitive flesh, causing you to shiver in anticipation.

Before you knew it, your mouth fell open, a strange sound escaping your lips. Your head instinctively threw back, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as the cold handle of the knife thrust in your heat. Your hand reached out, finding his, as he pulled the knife handle out of your wet core. With a forceful grip on your chin, he made you look into his eyes as he thrust back in, his gaze darker than the night.

It was difficult to maintain eye contact while he continued to pleasure you with the knife handle, but strangely enough, you found yourself enjoying every moment.

"Look at me while I fuck you with your precious knife," he demanded, his voice growling with desire. His command caused your walls to clench tightly around the knife handle, intensifying the pleasure. You bit down on your lower lip, tasting the metallic tang of your own blood.

Your hand instinctively tightened around his, the one holding the knife blade. He hissed in pain, taking a sharp breath, and you felt warm droplets of his blood falling onto your thigh. But in that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

His other slender hand grabbed your right leg, lifting it onto his shoulder, causing you to gasp loudly at the sudden change in position. Your other hand, which is pressed against the cold counter, found its way to his shoulder, gripping his hoodie tightly, while the other remained on his hand, guiding the knife that was fucking you. Your forehead glistened with sweat, strands of hair sticking to your skin.

"Please, fuck me," you moan loudly, your voice filled with desperation. Your arousal continues to build, reaching new heights. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, he abruptly stops thrusting the knife into you. Your eyes widen, your brows furrow in confusion as the handle of the knife lingers inside you. You take a sharp breath, your disappointment evident. He pulls the knife out of your dripping core, denying you the orgasm you were so close to experiencing. A dark, maniacal smirk spreads across his face, his eyes filled with a sinister gleam.

"I will," he says, his voice dripping with the intensity of his desire to dominate and destroy you. But what is he talking about? What will he do? You look at him, your confusion evident in your eyes. You remove one hand from his shoulder, but keep the other one firmly in place. He brings the knife closer to his face, licking your juices off the handle with a sinful hum. His eyes close in pleasure as he savors the taste. Your throat tightens as you gulp, watching his Adam's apple bob.

"What will you do?" you ask, your voice coming out shallow despite your attempts to steady your breathing. He stops licking the knife, chuckling sarcastically at your question. He finds it amusing how you seem to have forgotten your own request.

"You begged me to fuck you, and I can't wait to make you come harder on my cock," he simply states, sending your heart racing once again.

He takes your leg off his shoulder, causing you to let out a deep sigh as your leg finds a comfortable position. However, the commanding tone of his voice, as he talks about fucking you, sends shivers of anticipation down your body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck y/n". He moans, his voice growling as he thrusts harder into your tight pussy. Your right cheek squeezes harder on the pillow, your breath heavy and labored. It's difficult to breathe normally when his long fingers have a tight grip on the back of your neck, making you gasp for air. Your sweaty hands grip the bedsheets tightly as your whole body jerks forward with each forceful thrust from behind.

"Moan my name," he commands, his deep voice even deeper now. One hand squeezes hard on your ass cheek, leaving his thick blood smeared all over your thighs, while the other hand is wrapped around your throat, choking you from behind. You try to listen to his voice, but you're too drained of energy to moan his name anymore. You've cum so hard around his throbbing cock that you've even forgotten your own name. And he was right when he said he would utterly destroy you.

When he promised to make you cum harder, he led you to your bedroom and forcefully threw you onto your soft bed, causing you to gasp in surprise. In an instant, he aggressively ripped all your clothes off, exposing your naked body, as well as his own. Your eyes widened as you saw his throbbing cock pressed against his abdomen, causing your mouth to water and your core to ache. You couldn't help but clench your thighs together as you stared at his rock-hard dick. It was then that he lost control. He commanded you to lay on your stomach, and before you knew it, you were whimpering in anticipation. He thrust his big cock deep inside your dripping core, and then he whispered his name for you to moan.

His name is Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. You moaned his name loudly as you reached the most intense orgasm of your life.

And now, you're completely lost in the pleasure. Your body can't handle it anymore. Your core is throbbing, and you can't help but feel swollen. Without warning, a forceful spank lands on your ass cheek, leaving behind his handprint. You hiss in pain, and he hisses too, because of his injured palm. He pulls your face close to his from behind, gripping your neck tightly. You gasp as the position feels strange. Your ass is pressed against his abdomen, and your back arches as he brings your head close to his face. You turn your head to look at him, and his face is so close, his messy, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. Perhaps you look the same, disheveled and covered in sweat.

"I told you to moan my name, princess Y/N," he asserts once more, his voice dripping with dominance as he thrusts his hips upwards.

"Oh, fuck, Taehyung," you moan loudly as a second wave of arousal builds in your stomach. Your dripping core clenches tightly around his cock, your head reaching his shoulder and your nails digging into his shoulders. Neither of you cares about anything else in that moment because you're both lost in the pleasure.

He starts jerking his hips upwards at a rapid pace, cursing in your ear and telling you how amazing it feels to have his dick inside you with his deep voice. Your entire body squirms, and you know you can't hold on any longer. Both of your moans fill the room, maybe even the entire house.

"Come harder around my cock again," he commands, and it's exactly what you wanted to hear before you explode around his throbbing cock. Your eyes shut from exhaustion, and your chest rises and falls rapidly.

His own dick twitches inside your dripping core. He pulls out and releases his load onto your ass with a loud 'fuck' escaping his sinful tongue. His seeds cover your ass and lower back. His chest rises and falls rapidly from the release. After relaxing his breathing, he made you lay down, but you're not even fully present in this world.

You never knew you had a taste for rough sex, but damn, you enjoyed every touch and every moment of his dominance.

Now, you're completely spent, your body feeling lifeless. Your eyes refuse to open, as if in protest. You lie there, covered in a mixture of his cum and blood, knowing that when you wake up, you'll be startled by your appearance. Your mind is numb, unable to process anything except the faint movements in the room. Suddenly, you feel him sits on the bed, his hot breath reaching your ear. With half-open eyes, you gaze at his handsome yet mysterious face.

"Next time, I'm going to fuck every single holes of your beautiful body. Now, sleep, my stubborn little cat," he whispers, reminding you of what's to come. You close your eyes, aware of him rising from the bed and leaving your life temporarily. And the first thought that crosses your mind is:

There's going to be a 'next time'.

knife | Kim Taehyung Drabble

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; As you make your way towards your new home, an unexpected encounter with a mysterious man interrupts your journey. Will this encounter be a simple interaction or will it lead to an exciting adventure?

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: dark, smut, knife kink

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Taehyung x y/n

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, violence, mention of blood, fuck with knife, unprotected sex, rough sex, maybe there's more.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.6k+

a/n: Happy New Year Guyz! 🫶

and i can't believe I wrote this.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 [𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝]

You are on your way to your new house, a place you were forced to move to by your father's orders. He claims that your previous home was no longer safe due to people who covet something precious to him. Although you may feel alone and question your importance to him, remember that his priority is your safety maybe. Despite his invitation to join him, you declined because you like to stay here, even though you don't have any friends here. You've never been interested in making friends, fearing judgement and rejection. Making friends is not a priority for you; your main focus is on keeping yourself safe. Your father has trained you in various skills, including self-defence, and you take pride in being able to protect yourself. You vividly recalled a memory. One night, at a party, a man - possibly one of your father's enemies - tried to kiss you. Without hesitation, you drew your precious knife and slit his throat, revelling in the sight of his blood spraying everywhere, well maybe you're a creep for loving blood. The incident caused a commotion, and your father punished you by locking you in your room for a whole fucking week.

The GPS voice abruptly interrupts your thoughts, you realise you've arrived at your destination. Opting to park the car in a nearby alley rather than directly in front of your new house, you take precautions to ensure your father's enemies remain unaware of its exact location. Feeling a heavy sigh escape your lips, you reach for your knife on the dashboard. With no belongings in tow, as your father had already arranged everything for your new home, you slip the knife into the pocket of your black leather jacket before stepping out of the car. As you lock your car, a chilling gust of wind brushes against your face, sending a surge of adrenaline through your body. The midnight hour and the desolate alley make you uneasy, but you push aside your fear and decide to make your way out of the alley. However, as you take steps forward, you sense someone's presence behind you. Increasing your pace, you notice the sound of another person's footsteps quickening as well, causing adrenaline to surge through your system once again. In a moment of panic, you pulled out your knife from your pocket, holding it out in plain sight to deter any potential attacker, ensuring that the next person does not suspect anything. You stopped in your tracks and moved backwards, without thinking, you instinctively placing the knife at the stranger's neck.

He's tall enough, but your eyes burn with flames as you catch a glimpse of the enigmatic smirk on his face. The darkness surrounding you makes it difficult to see, but you can make out the bruises on his face - one near his left lip and another on his nose. His disheveled hair adds to his mysterious appearance. When you lock eyes with him, they are so dark and intense that they seem capable of devouring you at any moment. He chuckles sarcastically, causing a shiver to run down your spine. In response, you press your knife against his throat, determined not to show any fear. A small cut appears, and a trickle of blood escapes from his neck. However, he doesn't seem scared or in pain. Instead, his lips curl up even more as the dark blood slides down his neck and onto his collarbone.

"Wow! A knife. Are you flirting with me?" he exclaims, his voice deep and filled with happiness. His eyes dance like a manic, as if he's relishing every moment.

"Y/N" but as he whispers your name, his eyes darken, sending a surge of adrenaline through your body. Your eyes widen in shock - how does he know your name? Questions flood your mind. Is he your enemy? Is he working for your father? But your thoughts are interrupted as he takes a step towards you. In one swift motion, he snatches the knife from your hand, leaving you completely unaware of when he did it. As you realize the emptiness in your hand, you snap back to reality. Just as you lift your leg to kick him in the belly, he moves forward, gripping your waist tightly. Before you know it, your back slams against a hard wall, causing you to hiss in pain, but he doesn't seem to care.

Your legs were trapped, confined within the vice-like grip of his long limbs, leaving you vulnerable and aware of the potential danger. He firmly grasped both of your wrists, overpowering you with his strength, and forcefully pinned them above your head against the unyielding wall. The proximity of his crotch against your abdomen was uncomfortably close, his breath teasingly brushing against your lips, causing your own breath to become shallow in response. His eyes, filled with a predatory hunger, seemed capable of devouring you whole. You try to free your wrists. But your attempts to free your wrists were futile, as his grip only tightened. The intensity in his eyes matched the flames of your own fury, fueled by his overwhelming power and the undeniable effect his proximity had on your body. In the midst of your fear and anger of who the hell is he, you mustered the strength to speak through clenched teeth,

"Who...are...you?"

He let out a mocking chuckle once again, clearly amused by your feeble attempt to break free from his strong hold and your question. He didn't bother answering, leaving you frustrated and desperate to escape his grasp, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted to escape his hold and inflict harm upon him, even to the point of wanting to end his life with your own knife. Whoever he was, you didn't care to know at this moment. All you wanted was to witness him suffer, to see him bleed. His intimidating eyes and smirking lips only added to your annoyance. He was dangerously close to you, so close that you- your thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he suddenly seized your neck, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps covered your body. Panic filled your widened eyes as his hold grew stronger, making it difficult for you to breathe. You wanted to scream, but your constricted throat prevented any sound from escaping. He inhales the scent of your neck and proceeds to fucking lick it to your jawline, as if you were a delectable treat. His tongue does something inside you, leaving you bewildered and on the brink of death. A tear escapes your eye as his grip tightens, causing your face to turn purple from lack of oxygen. You feel your life slipping away. Just as you were about to lose consciousness, his grip suddenly loosened, allowing you to cough and gasp for air, your eyes shut tightly. Your wrists remained trapped in his vice-like grip, making it clear that escape was impossible. Once you were finally able to catch your breath, you looked at him, only to see his lips curling upwards, as if he found immense joy in seeing you in such a state. He was clearly unhinged. You wanted to scream at him, but no sound came out. He leaned in closer to your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe, causing a strange sensation in your lower region.

"Your precious knife gave me a fucking hard-on, and I was losing all sense of control. If I had let loose back then, you would have been in big trouble. I would've fucked your world against this wall so intensely, you wouldn't even remember your own name by now". He whispered huskily, grinding his clothed crotch against your abdomen, making you feel his hardness.

Your eyes widened in shock at his words, or maybe it was the sensation of his clothed dick pressing into your skin. His hot breath tickled your ear, causing you to shudder in fear or something else. He pulled away from your ear, smirking sarcastically, his eyes still filled with amusement. Anger burned in your eyes as you remembered that smirk, knowing he was the one who had choked you.

"I'll kill you," you whispered, your teeth clenched together, your voice filled with a threatening tone.

It was true, once he freed your wrists, you were going to make him pay. But he just laughed, his deep laughter echoing through the dark alley. You stared at him, dumbfounded and confused. His laughter subsided and he looked at you, his yin yang eyes shining even in the darkness.

"Next time, show me your knife. I'll fuck you right then and there. Don't forget that, y/n." His voice resonated with a seductive allure as he spoke.

As you tried to process his words, you suddenly felt your wrists being released from his grip. You couldn't help but notice the marks his long fingers had left on your skin. Without wasting a moment, your eyes landed on your precious knife, lying on the dirty ground of the alley. Its bright blade shimmered even in the darkness. Filled with anger, you locked eyes with him as he took a step back, a maniacal smirk still plastered on his lips. As you made your way towards your knife, your shoulders brushed against his, and you knew this was the perfect moment to kill him. Swiftly grabbing the knife, you turned around to slit his throat, only to find him nowhere in sight. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. Standing alone in the dark alley, the cold air brushing against your face, leaving you bewildered. How- how could he disappear so quickly? There were no signs of where he had gone. Frustrated with yourself for missing the chance to kill him, you stomped your feet hard on the ground. You can bet your bottom dollar that he doesn't have the speed to make it far from this place.

"There won't be another time, Fucker!" you shouted at the top of your lungs, your throat on the verge of exploding from the sheer volume. Even if he couldn't hear you, you wanted him to know your determination.

It has been a month since that encounter with the brat, and ever since then, a constant feeling of being watched has plagued you. Whether you are outside or inside the house, the sensation persists, yet every attempt to uncover the source of this unease proves futile. Desperate for answers, you even called your father, questioning if he had hired someone to keep an eye on you, only to be met with denial. He inquired if anyone had posed a threat to you, but you lied, claiming it was mere curiosity.

Now, as you sit on the couch, gazing at the night view through the expansive glass wall, the chilling November wind causing the trees to sway, the unsettling feeling remains. Your mind is consumed by unanswered questions, pondering the identity and intentions of this mysterious observer. If he were a foe, he would have ended your life then and there.

You expelled a breath in a huff while gazing downwards. This situation is becoming increasingly difficult for you. Suddenly, a voice filled with unease emanated from the kitchen area, causing your head to snap in that direction instantly. Your breathing quickens, but you remain prepared for a potential attack. Slowly, you rise from the couch, feeling the cold floor beneath your bare feet. The distance to the kitchen is short, just a few steps away from the TV lounge. You grab your knife from the table in front of the couch, 'wherever I am, my knife is there too'.

As you take a step forward onto the chilly floor, your uneasiness intensifies. It feels as though something significant is about to happen. Clutching the knife tightly in your hand, your palms become sweaty as you come to a stop in front of the kitchen door. Inhaling sharply, you slowly open the door, causing it to emit a screeching sound that echoes through the vast, empty hall. You open the door fully, scanning the area with your eyes for any signs of suspicion. However, there is nothing out of the ordinary, except for the open window on the left side of the kitchen. The only source of light is the moon, leaving the rest engulfed in darkness. You let out a sigh of relief, realizing that there is nothing strange. Making your way towards the window, a cold breeze brushes against your face, causing the hairs on your neck to stand on end. Suddenly, your steps come to a halt as you sense someone's presence behind you. Your heart rate increases, and you tightly grip your knife while closing your eyes. You opened your eyes, turn around and press the knife against the person's neck, but there is no movement from them. It is too dark to make out their features, but the height seems familiar. You attempt to catch a glimpse of the face, which remains hidden in the shadows of the kitchen. Your grip on the knife remains firm as you realize with wide eyes that it is him.

"Recognize me, y/n?" he asked, his words sending a shiver down your spine. Your entire body freezes, and you feel a sense of dread wash over you. He takes a step forward, causing you to instinctively take a step back.

You tilt your head to meet his gaze, and there he is, with eyes that seem almost maniacal. Instead of a smile, there's a creepy smirk on his lips, reminiscent of the first time you saw it. In the dim moonlight, you can now fully see his face, and those eyes are etched into your memory. Your left hand still holds the knife against his throat, but your grip has inexplicably lightened. You had been waiting for this moment, to finally end him. So why does your grip loosen?

Suddenly, he grabs your waist, pulling your body closer to his with a strong arm. The knife you had pressed against his neck is pushed forward, creating a new, smaller cut where the last one was. Even though your grip on the knife isn't tight, it leaves you gasping. He looks at you, and his eyes flash, though you can't tell if it's from pain or something else. When your gaze falls upon his lips, they glisten in the moonlight. You unconsciously lick your own lips, and you see him take a sharp breath, his eyes fixed on your mouth. His expression suddenly turns dark, and you gulp nervously. 'What's wrong with me? Why am I looking at his lips? Why do I feel a strange attraction to his maniacal eyes?'

Before you can dwell on your thoughts any longer, his cold thumb brushes against your lower lip, causing your breath to hitch. You look at him, and his dilated pupils and darker eyes give away his desire. A cocky smirk forms on his lips, and you can't help but feel a mix of fear and a strange, unexpected arousal.

"Are you scared, hmm?" he inquired with his deep, husky voice that had the power to bring any girl to her knees, not you, but maybe you too.

His question snapped you back to reality. But as he spoke, a surge of adrenaline coursed through your entire body, instantly capturing your attention. A question immediately formed in your mind - are you scared? No. maybe yes. You refuse to show any signs of fear, for you are not one to easily reveal your vulnerabilities.

"I'm not scared of you, not even in your fucking dreams," you whisper, barely audible, attempting to convey your lack of fear. However, your voice comes out hoarse, betraying the intensity of the situation. Yet, strangely enough, he finds your raspy voice incredibly sexy, causing him to lose control over himself. He chuckles sarcastically, and in a swift motion reminiscent of the first time, he snatches the knife from your hand and grasps your throat.

Your eyes widen in realization, as once again, you have failed to maintain a firm hold on your weapon. You're aware that this time he's going to strangle you to death, his hold on your throat tight, causing you to snap back to reality and your breath to cease due to his firm grip on your neck.

Hold on, your hands are actually free. He didn't grab your wrists. Why? But now is not the time to ponder over it while he's choking you. It's the perfect opportunity to take advantage of your untied hands. You deliver a powerful punch to his jaw, causing his grip to loosen from your throat, and you yanked his hand away. You cough, desperately trying to catch your breath as he stumbled back, surprised by the force of your punch. His eyes widen at your audacity. He clenches his jaw and tenderly touches his injured jaw. He hisses in pain, but suddenly, the hiss transforms into a sinister chuckle.

"Well, well, well! You've managed to make the same mistake again" his deep taunting voice reverberated through the kitchen, your entire body went rigid. The sheer power behind his voice sent shivers down your spine, instantly reminding you of the warning you had completely forgotten. Adrenaline surged through your veins, filling you with a rush of fear.

'Next time, show me your knife. I'll fuck you right then and there. Don't forget that, y/n.'

Your heart races as you gulp, unaware of the fear that has taken hold of you. Your throat feels dry, and the realization hits you - he's not going to harm you, is he? Panic sets in as you realize your knife is not in your hands, knowing that if it were, you might have already defended yourself. Fear courses through your veins, and his warning only intensifies the wetness between your legs.

'What the hell is happening to me? I can feel my knees wobbling' you thought to yourself, bewildered by the power he seems to have over you. You desperately try to hide your fear, not wanting him to see how much his gaze and warning have affected you.

"Fuck off. I'll kill you this time. So why should I be worried about your warning?" you retort, pointing a trembling finger at him, attempting to regain control over your body and conceal your true state.

"Oh, I'm scared, y/n," he snickers in his deep voice, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a playful smirk on his lips. He places a hand on his chest, feigning fear, but his act is transparent.

"Huh, I know how much-" your sentence was abruptly interrupted as he took a large stride towards you, causing your steps to stumble backward involuntarily. Wide-eyed and speechless, you feel small and vulnerable in his towering presence, as if you were nothing more than a child standing before him. Leaning in closer, he brought his face inches away from yours. The scent of smoke lingered on his breath as his intense gaze locked onto your eyes. You couldn't help but hold the eye contact, feeling the weight of his stare. Though you wanted to curse him, your throat felt parched and the words remained unsaid.

His large hands firmly grasp your hips, effortlessly lifting your body off the ground and causing your legs to wrap around his torso. The sudden touch catches you off guard, but it also awakens your senses.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" you demand, using your small hands to push against his muscular chest, attempting to break free from his hold. However, your efforts prove futile as his grip only tightens around your hips.

"You already know, stubborn cat," he retorts with a deep, husky voice that resembles a thunderstorm. A mischievous smirk plays on his annoyingly beautiful face, making you yearn to wipe it off. He turns around, your legs still securely tied to his toned torso, and a sense of worry begins to creep in.

"Stop! Put me down, right now," you spat breathlessly, this time exerting all your strength to push him. It feels as though you're exerting all your strength, pushing against an immovable stone. Eventually, you give up, exhausted from the effort. You didn't push harder because you were afraid of the consequences if he were lose control.

Despite your pleas, he continues to move forward, ignoring your requests to put yo down. Your mind goes numb as he takes each step, and a single thought dominates your consciousness: 'Is he really going to fuck me?' Your hands remain on his chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall as he breathes. His breath, smoky and warm, reaches your nose.

After just a few steps, he abruptly stops. Your head jerks up, hope flickering in your eyes as you gaze at him. However, his eyes are dark, like a moonless night. Maybe he will release you, maybe he wasn't serious about his warning. But your hope shatters when your hips make contact with the cold counter, causing you to hiss from the sudden chill and shattering your assumptions.

He positions himself between your legs, his gaze filled with a promise to dominate you, and your heart races as you feel the tent in his pants. However, there is absolutely no way you can make him fuck you. You exerted a significant amount of force this time, but he pushed his body onto yours and nothing like any collision with the refrigerator as you had hoped. As a result, your face is flushed with anger and a mix of other emotions that you'd rather not dwell on.

"Nice one, y/n," he taunts you, his deep voice filled with amusement. It's fucking sexy, but you refuse to let him see how much of an effect he has on you. 'Shut up, y/n,' your eyes still burning with anger.

"Huh, that was just the beginning," you snort, giving him a sarcastic smirk. Because what comes next will make him regret ever being born. You lean in closer, feeling his smirk grow. You bring your face near his ear, your breath teasing him, and you just want him to experience this sensation for just a moment. You then lean down towards his neck, sensing his tension and the alluring scent of musk emanating from him. But you push those distractions aside because you have a mission to accomplish. Now or never.

As you open your mouth to bite him, he unexpectedly pulls your hair harshly, causing your mouth to hang open. Your hands instinctively find their way to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. You suck a breath, tears welling up from deep within and streaming down your cheeks from the sudden pain. He forces you to look at him, his dark eyes growing even darker. He brings his face closer to yours, and suddenly, you feel small.

"You did this," he said, pointing his hard dick with his eyes. A wide grin spread across his face, revealing his white teeth, making him look like a maniac. As he exhaled, his breath brushed against your lips, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Now, princess, it's time to face the consequences," he whispered, his eyes dark but his lips curved into a childlike smile. It was evident that he was enjoying seeing you in pain.

He released your hair, and you let out a sigh, realizing how long you had been holding your breath. However, your moment of relief was short-lived as he forcefully removed your hands from his shoulder and held them tightly in his large hand. Using your wrists by pinnig them above your head, he makes you to lie on the cold counter, causing your back to arch from the sudden chill. He loomed over you, making you feel incredibly small. You stared at him in disbelief, desperately trying to break free from his grip, but it only tightened.

You winced in pain, tears streaming down your face and leaving streaks on your cheeks. He leaned in, his face just inches away from yours. His breath tickled your skin, carrying his smoky scent to your nostrils.

Suddenly, a metallic sound reached your ears, and you wondered if it was the sound of your knife. But where did it come from? Your eyes widened as you realized he had placed the knife on the counter beside you. You saw him smile, his boxy smile revealing his front white teeth like an innocent child, but his eyes told a different story. They were crinkled at the corners, dark and mysterious.

He was so close, and you were afraid to break eye contact. You didn't know what he would do if you closed your eyes even for a moment to gather yourself and think of a way to escape his grip. Taking a deep breath, you tried to relax, inhaling his scent. You had to do it, you had to find a way to calm yourself down.

As you closed your eyes, he licked your cheek, causing your eyes to snap open. You looked at him, wide-eyed, feeling his saliva stick to your skin. He smirked again, like a maniac. Damn.

"What the fuck was that?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. You tried once again to free yourself from his grip, but he was incredibly strong.

"Your tears taste salty," he claimed, his voice deep, yet he answered you like a child. Whose tears aren't salty? You wanted to laugh at his silly response, but you held it in, keeping a straight face, not wanting to show him that you found him amusing.

"What do you want with me? Just leave me already, huh?" you slurred, making eye contact with him, but he seemed unaffected by your plea. He rested his head on yours, making you look at him in confusion. He chuckled softly, his breath brushing against your lips. You had initially planned to deal with him patiently, but now you realized your intentions were all wrong.

"What makes you think I'll leave you?" he pondered, his voice taking on a dominant tone.

His other hand extends towards the knife, breaking contact with your forehead. You observe his every move, every little action, your throat drying up as you focus on his hand. His veins bulge as he tightly grips your knife.

You can't help but wonder what he plans to do with the knife. The thought of him possibly killing you now sends a shiver down your spine.

You let out a sigh and close your eyes, preparing yourself for the worst. This feels like the end. 'I hate my life. I never got to truly enjoy it,' you think to yourself.

Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted as your eyes widen. You feel him removing your sweatpants, and a strange sensation awakens in your stomach. Your muscles instinctively tighten, and your folds clenched around nothing. His cold hand, holding the knife, brushes against your skin, causing you to shudder at the unfamiliar touch.

Your breath becomes sharp as he swiftly removes your pants, leaving you in just your panties and your blue puffy sweater. The cold air hits your bare legs, making you realize that you allowed him to undress you.

You're furious with yourself, wanted to scream, but your focus is solely on his physique. Your arousal intensifies when he removes your panties, causing your wet folds to clench around nothing. In that moment, you realize you're fucked up. From the second he choked you, you craved him. It's insane, isn't it?

But damn, you want him to fuck you the instant he reminds you of the warning he gave. You've been deceiving yourself all this time, fighting against your desires. But now, your dripping pussy yearns for him, and you won't deny your sexual tension.

Unexpectedly, you wrap your legs around his waist, surprising him. After a brief moment, his surprise transforms into excitement, his lips curling into a wicked grin. He hovers over you, leaning closer until his breath caresses your lips. You inhale his intoxicating scent, realizing that you're acting like a complete maniac.

He examined your face intently, releasing his grasp on your wrists, catching you off guard. You were taken aback, your eyes widening in surprise. But now, you didn't want him to go. You wanted him to fulfill his promise, to fuck you just like he had warned. You even dropped a subtle hint, silently pleading for him to take charge.

"Are you not going to fuck me?" you asked, the question slipping out against your will.

Your eyes widened at the sudden inquiry that had only been in your mind moments ago. In a panic, you quickly covered your mouth with your sweaty palm.

He chuckled, his deep voice stirring something in your core. He removed your hand from your mouth, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His wild eyes, which you were starting to crave, were fixed on you.

"No, I'm not. But I'm going to destroy your world right here. Wanna know how?" he whispered, his warm breath teasing your lips, causing a shiver to cascade through your body.

Without warning, he thrust his hips forward, leaving you gasping as his throbbing shaft made a bold appearance in his jeans. He smirked as he observed your reaction, then slowly backed away, untying your legs from around his waist, leaving you feeling disappointed. However, you didn't want him to see your crestfallen expression, so you pressed your lips into a tight, straight line.

His intense gaze bore into your dilated pupils, never wavering. With your palms on the cold kitchen counter, you lean forward, supporting yourself to catch a glimpse of what he's up to. But when you lock eyes with him, he returns the gaze with hooded eyes, causing your heart to race. His intense gaze drifts down to your soaked panties that cling to your core. A wave of embarrassment washed over you, realizing that he hadn't even touched you, and yet you're dripping this much. You consider closing your legs, but before you can, his large, slender hand comes into contact with your inner thigh, forcefully spreading your legs wide open. A hiss of pain escapes your lips, and as you glance at him, you notice a smirk on his face that's even more pronounced than before. It turns him on to see you in pain.

He twirled the knife in his hand, taking a step closer to you. Your throat tightened as his other hand, still resting on your inner thigh, brushed against your soaked panties. Leaning in until his face was level with yours, his dark, mysterious eyes locked onto yours, intensifying the connection between you. His fingers began to rub against the fabric of your panties, causing your eyes to roll back involuntarily, your mouth hanging open, and your breath quickening.

"Already wet for me," he commented, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he continued to rub you through the thin barrier. You looked at him with half-open eyes, your face flushed with both embarrassment and pleasure from his touch. You couldn't deny how much you were enjoying it. Your folds tighten around nothing, craving more.

He skillfully slid your panties to the side, exposing your core with his sinful fingers. Instead of removing them completely, he simply moved them aside, his mysterious dark eyes locked onto yours. As the cold wind brushed against your sensitive flesh, causing you to shiver in anticipation.

Before you knew it, your mouth fell open, a strange sound escaping your lips. Your head instinctively threw back, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as the cold handle of the knife thrust in your heat. Your hand reached out, finding his, as he pulled the knife handle out of your wet core. With a forceful grip on your chin, he made you look into his eyes as he thrust back in, his gaze darker than the night.

It was difficult to maintain eye contact while he continued to pleasure you with the knife handle, but strangely enough, you found yourself enjoying every moment.

"Look at me while I fuck you with your precious knife," he demanded, his voice growling with desire. His command caused your walls to clench tightly around the knife handle, intensifying the pleasure. You bit down on your lower lip, tasting the metallic tang of your own blood.

Your hand instinctively tightened around his, the one holding the knife blade. He hissed in pain, taking a sharp breath, and you felt warm droplets of his blood falling onto your thigh. But in that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

His other slender hand grabbed your right leg, lifting it onto his shoulder, causing you to gasp loudly at the sudden change in position. Your other hand, which is pressed against the cold counter, found its way to his shoulder, gripping his hoodie tightly, while the other remained on his hand, guiding the knife that was fucking you. Your forehead glistened with sweat, strands of hair sticking to your skin.

"Please, fuck me," you moan loudly, your voice filled with desperation. Your arousal continues to build, reaching new heights. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, he abruptly stops thrusting the knife into you. Your eyes widen, your brows furrow in confusion as the handle of the knife lingers inside you. You take a sharp breath, your disappointment evident. He pulls the knife out of your dripping core, denying you the orgasm you were so close to experiencing. A dark, maniacal smirk spreads across his face, his eyes filled with a sinister gleam.

"I will," he says, his voice dripping with the intensity of his desire to dominate and destroy you. But what is he talking about? What will he do? You look at him, your confusion evident in your eyes. You remove one hand from his shoulder, but keep the other one firmly in place. He brings the knife closer to his face, licking your juices off the handle with a sinful hum. His eyes close in pleasure as he savors the taste. Your throat tightens as you gulp, watching his Adam's apple bob.

"What will you do?" you ask, your voice coming out shallow despite your attempts to steady your breathing. He stops licking the knife, chuckling sarcastically at your question. He finds it amusing how you seem to have forgotten your own request.

"You begged me to fuck you, and I can't wait to make you come harder on my cock," he simply states, sending your heart racing once again.

He takes your leg off his shoulder, causing you to let out a deep sigh as your leg finds a comfortable position. However, the commanding tone of his voice, as he talks about fucking you, sends shivers of anticipation down your body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck y/n". He moans, his voice growling as he thrusts harder into your tight pussy. Your right cheek squeezes harder on the pillow, your breath heavy and labored. It's difficult to breathe normally when his long fingers have a tight grip on the back of your neck, making you gasp for air. Your sweaty hands grip the bedsheets tightly as your whole body jerks forward with each forceful thrust from behind.

"Moan my name," he commands, his deep voice even deeper now. One hand squeezes hard on your ass cheek, leaving his thick blood smeared all over your thighs, while the other hand is wrapped around your throat, choking you from behind. You try to listen to his voice, but you're too drained of energy to moan his name anymore. You've cum so hard around his throbbing cock that you've even forgotten your own name. And he was right when he said he would utterly destroy you.

When he promised to make you cum harder, he led you to your bedroom and forcefully threw you onto your soft bed, causing you to gasp in surprise. In an instant, he aggressively ripped all your clothes off, exposing your naked body, as well as his own. Your eyes widened as you saw his throbbing cock pressed against his abdomen, causing your mouth to water and your core to ache. You couldn't help but clench your thighs together as you stared at his rock-hard dick. It was then that he lost control. He commanded you to lay on your stomach, and before you knew it, you were whimpering in anticipation. He thrust his big cock deep inside your dripping core, and then he whispered his name for you to moan.

His name is Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. You moaned his name loudly as you reached the most intense orgasm of your life.

And now, you're completely lost in the pleasure. Your body can't handle it anymore. Your core is throbbing, and you can't help but feel swollen. Without warning, a forceful spank lands on your ass cheek, leaving behind his handprint. You hiss in pain, and he hisses too, because of his injured palm. He pulls your face close to his from behind, gripping your neck tightly. You gasp as the position feels strange. Your ass is pressed against his abdomen, and your back arches as he brings your head close to his face. You turn your head to look at him, and his face is so close, his messy, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. Perhaps you look the same, disheveled and covered in sweat.

"I told you to moan my name, princess Y/N," he asserts once more, his voice dripping with dominance as he thrusts his hips upwards.

"Oh, fuck, Taehyung," you moan loudly as a second wave of arousal builds in your stomach. Your dripping core clenches tightly around his cock, your head reaching his shoulder and your nails digging into his shoulders. Neither of you cares about anything else in that moment because you're both lost in the pleasure.

He starts jerking his hips upwards at a rapid pace, cursing in your ear and telling you how amazing it feels to have his dick inside you with his deep voice. Your entire body squirms, and you know you can't hold on any longer. Both of your moans fill the room, maybe even the entire house.

"Come harder around my cock again," he commands, and it's exactly what you wanted to hear before you explode around his throbbing cock. Your eyes shut from exhaustion, and your chest rises and falls rapidly.

His own dick twitches inside your dripping core. He pulls out and releases his load onto your ass with a loud 'fuck' escaping his sinful tongue. His seeds cover your ass and lower back. His chest rises and falls rapidly from the release. After relaxing his breathing, he made you lay down, but you're not even fully present in this world.

You never knew you had a taste for rough sex, but damn, you enjoyed every touch and every moment of his dominance.

Now, you're completely spent, your body feeling lifeless. Your eyes refuse to open, as if in protest. You lie there, covered in a mixture of his cum and blood, knowing that when you wake up, you'll be startled by your appearance. Your mind is numb, unable to process anything except the faint movements in the room. Suddenly, you feel him sits on the bed, his hot breath reaching your ear. With half-open eyes, you gaze at his handsome yet mysterious face.

"Next time, I'm going to fuck every single holes of your beautiful body. Now, sleep, my stubborn little cat," he whispers, reminding you of what's to come. You close your eyes, aware of him rising from the bed and leaving your life temporarily. And the first thought that crosses your mind is:

There's going to be a 'next time'.

→ Control

Synopsis: Taehyung was from the SWAT team special force, and you were a russian spy holding him hostage to use him as a bait. But... were you really in control? He doesn't think so.

K. Taehyung x f.reader

Genre: detective au | yander-ish.

Tags: militar Taehyung, spy reader, kind of enemies to lovers, strong reader, yander-ish, kidnapping, mention of torture, obsessive Taehyung, hidden identity, spies, cocky Taehyung, sexual tension, blood, violence.

From the series masterlist; The chasing.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Taehyung’s forehead wound was dripping blood to the ground, the sound of it made something inside of you recoil, but you ignored the feeling.

You kidnapped him by orders of your boss. The man in front of you was from the swat team, and you have the task of getting information out of him. If it’s in a nice or violent way was up to him.

You dragged him to a basement with a blow to his head, and now he was unconscious with his head tilted to the side, dripping blood out of his wound.

You were sitting in front of him, realizing he was quite handsome.

After a couple of minutes, he blinked his eyes open. At first, he looked lost and confused, but then his gaze fell upon you, and to your bitter surprise he smirked.

You snorted incredulous, you expected anything but a smirk from him after he literally got a blow to his forehead.

“What the fuck are you smirking at?” Your thick accent made him smirk wider, and you lift a brow feeling rage running your veins. He was not in control here.

“There’s no need to be so riled up, y/n,” he said with a hoarse voice, lifting the corner of his lips with a drop of blood running to his chin.

Your breath hitched but you tried to hide your surprise with an expressionless facade. Your heart was beating fast against your ribcage, he wasn’t supposed to know your real identity, you were a spy for god’s sake. No one in this country knew your real name, so it was very frightening that he just said your name like if it’s nothing.

“Looks like the prey knows my name, so what? We’re not here for a friendly meeting, you’re here to tell me where’s your boss hideout. Just spill everything you know, a long torture session will be exhausting for the both of us.”

You were nonchalant and cold, it wasn’t the first time you torture someone to get information out of them, but it was the first time your target seemed to enjoy being in this position.

It was unnerving to see Taehyung’s grin.

“My, my, are you sure I am the prey here?” he asked lowly, with a dangerous glint in his eyes. The piercing and dark gaze that was fixed on you made you feel intimidated.

And you never, ever, felt intimidated in your life.

“Shut the fuck up Taehyung, or I’ll fucking break your legs, don’t test my patience,” you warned, but your tone tremble just a little, and he noticed.

He pouted, and it was an alarming but endearing sight to witness. You felt confused, as if you were in a stranger territory.

“Well, as you said, let’s finish this quickly. A long session will be exhausting indeed.”

You frowned confused, ready to bark him to shut up or punch him in the face, but nothing of that happened, because the next second Taehyung freed himself from his restrains, and you realized with horror that he was just distracting you all this time. You failed on something so basic as not letting your target to distract you, but that is a hard thing to do when it comes to Taehyung.

He grabbed your jaw forcibly making you whimper with pain, the sound only made him grin wider. The glint of his crazed eyes shining with darkness.

Despite your screams, struggles and threats, he bounded your wrists and ankles, making you kneel in front of him.

He grabbed your chin to make you look up at him, and he looked dangerous like this. With his other hand he cleaned his forehead, and a mischievous smirk was your only warn before he stained your lips with his blood. You freeze, you wanted to gag so bad but you were genuinely afraid of his reaction, so you did nothing but to stare up at him.

“Lick it,” he ordered with a dark voice.

And you did it, licking your lips with your tongue, feeling Taehyung’s heavy gaze on you.

“I changed my mind, I will prolong this torture session,” he said wrapping his hand on your neck, with a mischievous smirk and a darkened gaze pierced on you.

You couldn’t help but shed tears, you were so, so fucked up.

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My heart shrinks in my chest as I look up onto the stage, my red thread every so loose as I see it branch off into 7 different lines, all of them linking to the 7 men dancing and singing on stage. My heart physically stops in my chest as all the air in my throat quickly escapes as if even my oxygen can’t believe my fate. My body gets set into a panic as tears trickle down my cheeks, rivers quickly form on both lakes that my eyes are turning into as my reality, my fate, my life all comes crashing down onto me. My soulmate, no,  my soulmates are the seven superstars of the world. This can’t be happening to me, dear lord above I was joking all those times I wanted to be (y/n) in those BTS mafia fanfics I used to read in middle school. Please don’t make this my reality, please dont let them be my soulmates. My heart can’t take it, it just might kill me. 

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