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Detective Perfect

Summary: Detective work is one of the most challenging jobs in terms of intelligence- at least, that's what you've noticed as someone who has been on the sidelines for the past two years. But with Kim Taehyung by your side, how hard can it be?

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: High school student reader, high school student Taehyung, best friends to lovers, detective au, bantering, fluff

Word Count: 5.8K

Warnings: Mentions of murder, dead bodies, divorce and cheating (not between oc and Taehyung), blood, gun violence, physical violence, mentions of gangs, minor character deaths, mentions of parental abuse, detailed mentions of drugs

Author's Note: My first fic ever! I'm a little nervous haha, but I'm glad I'm finally gaining the confidence to do it (*_*;;;). I hope you enjoy this and everything else I have planned for the future of this page!

"Here."

The plastic bag hanging from your hand dropped onto the grass next to Taehyung, who looked up at you with an annoying grin. Your best friend grabbed the bag happily, pulling out its contents.

"Aw don't be like that," Taehyung teased at your sulking, bringing out a pair of wooden chopsticks and a plastic container of steaming chicken from the bag, "you did this to yourself."

You rolled your eyes, "I did not. Remind me to never place a bet with you again."

Taehyung pouted as he brought a piece of the chicken to his mouth like he always did when he ate, "you say that every time we make a bet, and every time it ends with you making me food."

"Mhmm, and who won the last time we made a bet?"

He just waved you off, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The familiar feeling of wanting to throw your best friend off a bridge engulfed you, but for the sake of the greater good, you suppressed it reluctantly. 

"Come on," you said, tapping his knee as you turned towards the police building, "our lunch break is almost over and I'm pretty sure our new case is more interesting than finding some lady's purse this time!"

That had his eyes widening in excitement as he quickly closed the container and placed it in his bag, running after you, "you really think so? How do you know?"

"I overheard some officers and Detective Lee having a serious conversation. Then I heard him mention our names! I know it's not a lot to go on, but it can't be nothing, right?"

Taehyung was silent for a moment, clearly mulling over your words, "maybe? I really hope so, I'm so ready for a case that doesn't involve finding Mrs. Hwang's grandson in the convenience store."

You chuckled as you both made your way towards Detective Lee's office, "at least she always gives us cookies after, even though he's always just trying to stuff himself in the ice cream freezer every time."

Taehyung just shook his head, "man, that kid is something else. If I even thought of being that reckless, my mom would beat me with her slipper."

You nodded in agreement. Your dad would never let you see the light of day again.

When the two of you finally arrived at Detective Lee's office, you let Taehyung open the door to find the detective sitting behind his desk, gaze intensely focused on the papers sitting in front of him. At your entrance, his eyes flickered upwards before standing up and giving you both a grim smile.

"Taehyung, Y/N, today your task will be a little different from the ones you're normally used to," he announced. It took every ounce of self-control in you not to jump excitedly at his words and one glance at Taehyung's restrained smile made it clear he felt the same.

"We're ready for anything you ask of us Detective Lee," he said quickly and you nodded alongside him.

Detective Lee nodded his head towards the guard standing in front of the door you and Taehyung had entered from. In a matter of seconds, the guard walked in with a police officer trailing behind him. All their expressions looked solemn.

"Meet Officer Jang. We will be working with him during this case," he said, allowing the officer to stand beside him as he spoke, "Officer Jang, this is Y/N and Taehyung. They've been student volunteers here at this precinct for the past 2 years and will be accompanying us as part of the precinct's shadowing program."

The officer, who had been expressionless up until now, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "how young are they?"

"They're both 17, so not too young. But please keep in mind they are still high school kids. Try to limit their interactions with the crime scene to what's appropriate."

Crime scene?

You glanced at Taehyung, who already had his eyes on you. Were you both going to investigate a crime scene? Like an actual murder? Or maybe a robbery? Detective Lee wouldn't be so adamant about not seeing a bank robbery. It had to be a murder.

The possibility had your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"Alright then," the officer said in finality.

"Let's begin with the briefing."

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The story of how you and Taehyung met has always been a popular one for the parties. It often left your classmates shocked in a mix of emotions, which of course the two of you could not care less about. The pain behind it had passed, and now the only thing you could do was laugh it off and continue with your lives. 

You weren't childhood friends that grew up together, nor were you classmates that had found friendship during the school year. In fact, Taehyung didn't even become a student at your school until after the two of you became friends and Taehyung had asked his mother to transfer.

It all started when you were 12 and had started noticing an odd atmosphere suffocating the air in your house. Back then, you were much too young to understand the hesitance and aversion in your parents' actions towards each other and, unfortunately, none had made an attempt to explain the situation to you. It was probably because you were young and the topic was a little too mature for your age, but still, looking back you would have appreciated it if someone had taken the time to sit down and walk you through it. 

Instead, you found out about it firsthand in a way that was frankly traumatizing for a child to see. 

Your mother had been having an affair with another man,

and you had caught them both in your mother's bedroom doing... well, affair-worthy stuff.

While your mother had covered up and desperately tried to explain to you the importance of keeping this secret from your father, the sound of his footsteps entering the room had left all attempts at secrecy futile. And as if that wasn't enough, a woman you had never seen in your entire life had barged into the bedroom a few minutes later and began yelling at the man still sitting on the bed. 

"Is this normal in the adult world?" A voice had asked. You had turned to find a boy around your age standing and watching the chaotic yelling coming from all four of them now. You assumed he was the son of the unfamiliar woman in the room considering their similar appearances. 

"No one warned me we would need earplugs to prepare for adulthood," you thought out loud. He had laughed and after the divorces took place, the two of you had been inseparable since.

You're not sure whether the infatuation with crime had been because of that incident in some weird psychologically twisted way or you would've found the interest regardless of that situation, but either way, it happened. You and Taehyung had spent hours watching crime shows and documentaries together, using your non-existent detective skills to solve the cases presented. 

That's what led you both to volunteer at the local precinct in your city and eventually to the place the two of you were in now.

A house.

You and Taehyung had been a little disappointed by the lack of creepy haunted mansions and mysterious dead bodies when the officer had explained that a murder had taken place in a normal house a few neighborhoods away from your own, but at least the mention of a murder was interesting enough. Detective Lee had followed the officer to the body while giving orders to the two of you to search the upper level of the house for evidence.

"He doesn't want us to see the body," Taehyung said dejectedly, walking through the doorway of one of the bedrooms. 

"There are probably some kind of laws in place for minors seeing stuff like that," you guessed, looking around the room. It had already been searched by officers beforehand, evident through a few evidence markers that had been placed here and there, "but who cares? If we show Detective Lee we're useful, maybe he'll let us come to more of his serious cases."

"I want to actually be a part of the investigation, not look at underwear," he pouted as he pointed towards an open drawer that was full of said undergarments, "he's just keeping us busy because he thinks we're children and he wants us on the sidelines."

"I mean... we are children, though."

He just sighed, "there's nothing here. Let's check the other room."

You nodded, feeling the same disappointment Taehyung was. But it only made you more determined to show Detective Lee your potentials. 

You followed behind Taehyung mindlessly as he walked through the doorway of the second bedroom. 

"What the-" Taehyung suddenly yelped, flinching backwards into you.

"What is wrong with you?" You said, pushing him off you, and walking into the room.

At first, you didn't understand what could have caused his reaction, until you saw it.

There was someone in here. A boy, around your age, sitting calmly on the floor, eyes glued to a window that revealed the brick wall of the house next to the one you were in now.

How creepy.

You inched towards him despite Taehyung's protests to get behind him.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked softly. The boy was still for a moment, before turning towards you and you gasped.

He was beautiful.

You sounded so pathetic saying it, but damn was the boy sitting on the floor fine. His jawline was sharp, body toned and cheeks cutely puffy but still managing to be structured at the same time. And his eyes... Although they were simply brown, they were so intense as they first scanned you and then Taehyung.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he said softly, pulling himself off the ground.

Taehyung gave you a look before he whispered, "why'd you gasp like that?" 

"He's hot."

You noticed Taehyung's jaw clench as his eyes scanned the boy, his gaze suddenly very cold.

The boy on the other hand smirked and, even though you had whispered it, you had a feeling he might have heard your comment, "I'm Jimin, Park Jimin."

"I'm Y/N, and this is Taehyung," you said politely, eyes travelling down to the outline of his abs against his shirt before forcing them back up to his face.

Congratulations Y/N, you are officially a creep, you thought bitterly.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung said. You were surprised to hear the distance in his voice. 

"I live here," Jimin said, regarding Taehyung before his eyes landed back on you, "my father was the one killed."

That's when Taehyung's eyes softened, "I'm sorry."

But to your surprise, Jimin just waved him off, "he was an abusive bastard. Whoever killed him did me a favour."

"I'm assuming you guys are here with the detective to figure out who killed him?" Jimin continued, as if he wasn't talking about his father's murder.

Then again, he did say he was abusive. If your dad abused you, you doubted you would love him as much as you did.

"Yeah, we are," you replied, deciding to take advantage of the situation. Jimin nodded, walking past the two of you while grabbing some keys that had been sitting on the desk, "come on, I'll show you the office he always kept locked. Maybe you'll find something there."

The two of you followed behind Jimin as he led you through the hallway of the small house. He slowed down a little, causing Taehyung, who had been walking directly behind him, to step back, allowing Jimin to fall into step beside you.

"So Y/N, you're into this investigative stuff?" he asked.

You nodded, "I'm going to be a detective in a few years."

"You must go over a lot of cases and watch a lot of crime documentaries in that case. It must be fun to do that stuff with your boyfriend," Jimin asked suddenly, "do you? Have a boyfriend I mean?"

"What?" 

The stupid response escaped before you could think it through. Why would he want to know that?

"Just curious," Jimin explained nonchalantly.

You were about to answer when Taehyung spoke from behind you, "yes, she does. Screw off Park Jimin."

You rolled your eyes and slapped him on the shoulder, "No, I do not Taehyung."

A smile perched on Jimin's lips as he smoothly set the key into the lock of an unfamiliar door and pushed it open, "good to know."

You and Taehyung peered curiously into what seemed like a normal office. There was a desk littered with papers and mail, a bookshelf filled with a bunch of textbooks and a picture frame of a girl posing lewdly for the camera.

"What was his job?" You asked, slowly starting to sift through some of the papers on the desk. Surprisingly, it didn't seem like the police had searched this room yet. 

"I don't know," Jimin shrugged, curiously looking around the room as if he had never been in there either, "some kind of businessman, I think?"

The papers, which turned out to be documents, seemed to confirm that. They showed mass purchases of various products, from bathroom supplies to giant construction machinery. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you continued to sift through the transaction documents. His purchase history was so odd that you couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what kind of businesses he dealt in. Sometimes he was mass purchasing random grocery items, other times he was selling oddly named airplane parts. 

What the heck?

"Hey guys?" You spoke up, watching as they stopped their search and turned towards you, "um, do you guys know what bathroom accessory a 'nalatir' is?"

Both boys' eyebrows furrowed as they made their way to you and peered over your shoulder to look at the document in your hand. 

"Yeah, I've never heard of an 'ethem' before," Taehyung announced, with Jimin nodding on your other side.

"Definitely haven't heard of an 'enaicock' before," Jimin continued, smirking a bit. 

You rolled your eyes at his childishness, "maybe he's not actually purchasing and selling what's written on the paper?"

"You think they're some sort of anagrams?" Taehyung asked, hand brushing against yours faintly as he took the paper from you and narrowed his gaze at the words.

You felt your fingers tingle at the subtle touch, a little surprised by your reaction. What was that?

After a moment, Taehyung turned towards you, pointing at one of the words on the paper, "this one roughly spells out cocaine if you read it backwards."

You took the paper from him.

enaicock

kcociane

cocaine

It kind of made sense. You looked at the other words to make sure it wasn't a coincidence. But you found yourself finding various names that happened to relate to a variety of drugs. 

Taehyung had cracked the code. 

"I think you got it," you said, smiling a bit at Taehyung who returned the expression, "maybe you're not as stupid as I thought you were."

He rolled his eyes at your teasing, but the smile didn't leave his lips as he turned towards the desk, "so your dad was a drug dealer or something?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if he was," Jimin huffed, "just when you think that man can't get any worse," he mumbled under his breath.

"Actually I don't think that's all," you said, feeling kind of bad for Jimin and what all these new revelations were probably doing to him. You can't imagine suffering at the hands of someone you thought you knew, only to discover that he was so much worse than you had thought. 

"The product names on these documents are all some form of anagram for drugs," you explained, showing them the purchase history for the 'bathroom accessories,' "but I can't really find any drug names from these names over here."

You placed a purchase history document that was supposed to be for construction equipment in front of the two, "If we're still going with anagrams, then these names kind of remind me of the names of weapons."

Slowly the boys nodded, looking over the other documents.

"I think you're right," Taehyung said, eyes glued to the papers. 

"These kind of make out names, don't they?" Jimin said, placing the 'plane parts' document in front of you. He was right, you could make out a few human names here and there. 

"What does a person use drugs, weapons and names for?" Taehyung thought out loud.

"It's kind of like those gang or mafia TV shows," Jimin chuckled. But the smile was wiped off his face when he noticed your expression, "wait, seriously? You think my father was part of a gang or something?"

"It's a pretty likely guess," you said.

The conversation came to a stop when you all heard a series of bangs come from the downstairs level of the house. 

"That kind of sounded like-" you said slowly.

"Gunshots," Taehyung concluded. And in a matter of seconds, he was already running out of the room.

"Taehyung!" You yelled, running after him with Jimin right on your heels. 

Was he insane? What kind of idiot runs headfirst into a gunfight? What if he got hurt?

Your run came to a stop when you made it to the living room, eyes widening at the scene before you.

Everyone was dead. 

Detective Lee, the officer that had brought you and Taehyung here and the other officers that had been roaming around the crime scene, were lying on the floor with gunshot wounds littering their bodies. 

The only two that were still alive were standing in the centre of the room. The weight of the situation was suddenly clear to you. 

Taehyung stood only a few steps before you, hands up in the air as his gaze focused on the man in front of him.

Jimin's dad. Park Hae-Soo. 

He stood amidst the chaos, gun pointed at Taehyung with what seemed like a cross between a grimace and a smirk, yet the body that had brought on the investigation was still lying near the wall. 

The person that had been killed had not been Jimin's dad, you realized. The body had just meant to lure everyone here for Hae-Soo's plan. The only question was, what exactly was he accomplishing  by killing all these people? What was his motive?

"Crap," you heard a shaky voice behind you whisper. You found yourself looking back to find Jimin staring with wide eyes at his father.

The nonchalant Jimin that had spoken casually about his dad was long gone and had probably never existed now than you thought about it. That mask had dropped to showcase just how terrified Jimin was of his father. He was trembling- no shaking- at the mere sight of him. His gaze flickered between the bodies, then the gun and then finally his father's face. 

"Why?" Taehyung asked, gaze firmly directed towards the man that could end his life in mere seconds. You wanted to shout at Taehyung, scream at him to shut up and care about his life. How could he speak so casually with a man that had murdered at least a dozen people in the span of five minutes?

"Why?" The man laughed, "Kid, how old are you? They bringin' children to do men's jobs now?"

He nudged one of the dead officers with his shoe, with a haughty scoff, "bastards."

You began to tremble just like Jimin as he fixed the point of the gun at Taehyung's head and unlocked the safety of the weapon, "I'm giving you an option, but I'm not a man that likes to repeat his words so listen carefully." 

"You and your girlfriend can walk out of here without bullets in your bodies as long as you promise not to tell anyone about this."

His voice lowered considerably at his next words, "but if I find out you didn't keep your mouths shut, I'll personally track you both down and show you what a slow and painful death looks like."

His words floated dangerously in the air as silence ensued. You knew what Taehyung would do, what he would say before he opened his mouth. 

"We're not-" But he was interrupted as you ran towards him and covered his mouth.

"We will! We'll leave and we promise we won't tell a single soul, just let us go," you said hastily. 

You could both leave here and let the officers of another precinct know about this, but you had to survive first in order to do that, "just let us leave unharmed."

Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed. 

"Well, I can see who's the brains in the relationship," the man said, licking his bottom lip as he smirked a little. You knew where his eyes were, and they were not on your face. 

With a disgusted expression, you nudged Taehyung to get him to move, "come on Jimin, let's go."

"No," Hae-Soo's strong voice cut through the air like a knife, "that boy stays here."

That boy.

Your gaze landed on Jimin once again, who hadn't moved an inch from the doorway of the living room, expression still terrified. 

"I said you two can go, not him," Jimin's dad commanded loudly, and you could've sworn you noticed Jimin flinch, "he stays here."

That was going to be a problem. 

You couldn't leave Jimin here after hearing about his father being abusive, who knows what he had in store for Jimin. It was clear his father didn't have an ounce of love for him, or any kind of connection with him for that matter. Jimin couldn't stay here. 

"We're not leaving him," you said firmly, and although some may consider it brave, the only thing you felt was fear because you might just become the reason for your and Taehyung's, and maybe even Jimin's death.

"You're in no position to make demands sweetheart," he sneered and pointed the barrel of his gun at your head, "get out. I won't say it twice."

You felt Taehyung take a step to move in front of you, but Jimin's dad moved the gun towards him, stopping him in his tracks, "don't move unless you're leaving this house."

"I'm giving you one last chance," he said slowly, eyes blazing with anger, "leave, or die."

Another silence overtook the room as no one moved. It was like there was a timer ticking in your head, counting down the seconds you had left to change this situation. Your eyes darted everywhere, trying to think of some way you could disarm Jimin's father. Some way you could save both Taehyung and Jimin. 

Your gaze travelled towards the grey leather couch, then the white dirty carpet drenched in blood, and then the bodies littering the floor.

There was nothing.

"Time's up," Jimin's dad said suddenly. You saw the barrel of his gun point towards you once again.

"No!" Taehyung yelled. You felt Taehyung's hands on your shoulder at the same time you heard the sound of the gun going off. 

Your head connected harshly with the floor while Taehyung hovered over you. You could make out the bullet hole on the wall just a meter above where you had been standing a second ago. Taehyung didn't waste much time as he pushed himself up and ran towards Jimin's dad, trying to pry the gun from his hands. 

"Sehun!" Hae-Soo yelled while trying to get out of the hold Taehyung had on him now.

You felt a pair of hands grapple you down as you tried to pull yourself up. The owner of the hands, most likely Sehun, was unfamiliar to you, but it was clear that he was on Hae-Soo's side as he held you down and waited for further instructions. Behind you, you could make out Jimin fighting with another man dressed similarly to Sehun. 

Your gaze dropped to Taehyung and Jimin's dad, who were now grappling with the gun. It sat between them, the barrel pointed dangerously at Taehyung as he tried to pry it from Hae-Soo's hands. You could feel your heart beat loudly in your chest as you saw Jimin's dad's finger snake around Taehyung's arm and feel the trigger of the gun. Only you don't think Taehyung noticed the action, which made your stomach drop.

"Taehyung move!" You yelled.

But it wasn't fast enough.

The sound of a gunshot reverberated across the room. Taehyung, whose eyes were wide now, slowly looked down at the gun and then Hae-Soo's face. 

The barrel had been pointing at Taehyung.

Taehyung had been shot.

Kim Taehyung, your best friend, was going to die.

You heard yourself scream his name before you could even realize what had happened. You couldn't lose him. You couldn't lose the best friend that had helped you through the choppy divorce of your parents. You couldn't lose the man that made sure to call you after school every single day to make sure you got home safely. You couldn't lose the one person in your life that did everything he could to make you happy when you were feeling down even when it involved embarrassing himself.

You couldn't lose Kim Taehyung. Because without him, you think you'd lose yourself.

"Get up," a man's voice rang from in front of you, but you didn't move. Your eyes stayed glued to Taehyung. 

"Get up, we have to go before his men get here, your friend is fine," he said more firmly. His words caused you to look up at him, surprised when you saw Sehun passed out on the floor not too far away from you. Instead, another man was standing before you, hand raised to help you onto your feet. 

His black hair was trimmed into an army cut and he towered over you, looking a little impatient as you stared at him from your position on the floor. 

Who was he? And where did he even come from?

You turned to look at Jimin, who was being helped by a guy that was dressed in similar clothes to the one in front of you, only he was a little shorter and adorned with light purple hair that somehow managed to suit him. 

But then you processed the man's words. 

Your friend is fine.

You turned back to Taehyung, who was crouched over Jimin's dad. There was blood surrounding them, but none actually on Taehyung's shirt. It was Hae-Soo. It was his shirt that was soaked in blood. An unfamiliar man stood behind him, a gun in his hand as he pried Taehyung off of Jimin's dad and dragged him out the door. 

"See? He's fine," the man in front of you confirmed, and you were surprised to see him smiling, a prominent dimple on each cheek as he beckoned his hand towards you once again.

"Now let's go."

A blindfolded truck ride later, you, Jimin and Taehyung found yourselves being led, by the man that had saved you earlier, through the halls of an enormous mansion silently. You didn't know where the other men that had been with him had disappeared, but it was clear whatever had happened back there was not finished. 

After they had loaded the three of you into a truck, there had been no explanations whatsoever about who they were and where they were taking you. You half expected them to be kidnappers now that you thought about it. 

"What are you going to do with us?" Taehyung asked. For the past hour he's been asking the same questions. 

Who are you? Why did you save us? Where are you taking us?

But the man was silent, not sparing as much as a glance at the three of you. 

Finally, he led you into a large room that resembled a meeting room. Desks full of computers lined the walls and a large table sat in the center, holding various maps, papers and other things you couldn't even recognize. The only sign of life was one man sitting with his back towards you while watching the screen of a computer. If you were to guess, the screen seemed like it was displaying some kind of surveillance footage. 

Now that the guy leading you had stopped, the fear was starting to kick in. Who were these people?

"Well, Yoongi hyung?" The guy who had led you here said, apparently towards the guy sitting at the desk, "how's our situation?"

"The bastard is dead, thankfully," the guy named Yoongi huffed, "Police officers are at the crime scene right now, inspecting the body. Jungkook's there too, but I don't think he'll pick up our trail, although I'll continue to monitor him just in case. We can't have the cops on our back... again. I'll plant some evidence to lead him away if I have to, don't worry Namjoon."

Namjoon crossed his arms, "Good."

Finally he turned towards you all, who had huddled closer to each other in fear. These people were clearly not with the cops, so what were they going to do with you all?

"We're letting you guys go, so relax," he said, which earned him three confused stares.

Namjoon sighed, like you all were some kind of nuisance to him, "we just need to make sure that if you're questioned, you won't mention us. It's the least you could do after we saved your life."

"You're misleading cops, there's no way you people are any better than that gangster," Taehyung countered. As much as you wanted to jab him in the ribs with your elbow, because they had guns and you all did not, you still had to agree. Whatever this was, it wasn't legal, and it was definitely shady. You couldn't just stand by and do nothing, even if they did save your life.

"Kid, the cops aren't exactly angels," Namjoon said, his tone light but firm, "you're still a child, so I don't expect you to understand."

He took a few steps closer to you all, "but just know that if you tell anyone about our existence, a lot of people are going to get hurt, both the cops and the people I care about. Keep your hands clean from blood by keeping your mouth shut, this is my warning."

"Hoseok, get them out."

A few moments later you were being pushed out into the now dark street by a guy named Hoseok, who apologized for 'being so mean.' After handing you some money, he was gone. 

Everything happened so fast that the three of you just stood in silence for a good minute, contemplating everything that had happened up until now.

Then Taehyung grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from a shock-stricken Jimin so that he couldn't hear your conversation.

"That was weird," he said, and all you could do was nod because, yes, that was in fact weird.

"Should we... tell the cops?" Taehyung asked uncertainly. He was feeling conflicting thoughts as well, you were sure of it. You should have said yes and reported them to the police right away. But something felt wrong, like doing that would get a lot of innocent people hurt. 

And that's what Namjoon said, didn't he? That people would get hurt if you exposed them to the police.

It occurred to you for the first time that maybe everything you knew about the station, about the justice system in general, wasn't completely the truth. After all, you still didn't know why Jimin's father did what he did. There were secrets, secrets you could only get from the inside. 

"No, I don't think we should tell them," you said finally and you were glad to see Taehyung nodding. You loved how you two were always on the same page, even without having a proper conversation. You both knew each other too well. 

"Good because I was thinking the same," he explained, looking almost relieved.

"By the way, why'd you ditch Jimin over there?" You asked, pointing towards Jimin who was still standing idly in shock. You doubted he even noticed you and Taehyung had moved a pretty big distance away from him. 

"Because he's annoying," Taehyung huffed, sending him a glare.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Your gaze narrowed at him. Taehyung was always so friendly and cheerful with everyone, it came as a surprise to you when he acted so cold with Jimin. 

Taehyung paused for a moment, scanning your face before sighing, "you know for an aspiring detective you're really not good at picking up clues."

You tilted your head, not sure whether to be offended or not, "I didn't realize I had a case."

"Well then let me give you a briefing," he said firmly. There was no hint of jokes or laughter anymore, he was serious, "I spend every minute of my free time with you. I pick up on every small detail about you. Every time I look at you, I can't seem to find any words to tell you how beautiful you are because none of them would do you justice. I always reply to your texts within seconds even though I literally leave people on read for months. I can't think about losing you because I genuinely feel like something happens to my heart when I do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and only you. Solve the case, Y/N."

You couldn't help your mouth that was wide open now. All the things he said... they all pointed towards one thing...

"You... like me?"

Your voice came out in a hesitant whisper. If he was trying to get at something else, which was probably the case, you had no clue. Maybe you really were bad at detective work?

Before you could backtrack Taehyung pulled you into him,

and pressed his lips against yours. 

For a moment, you froze, the action not registering in your brain even after Taehyung pulled away from the soft peck on your lips. 

"I know you may not feel the same way, but-"

You didn't let him finish. 

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips against his. He was quick to respond, hands pulling you closer as yours did the exact same. 

It felt like only a second had passed when the two of you broke off for some much-needed air.

"I can't believe this," Taehyung said through pants, "you really accept me? What about Jimin?"

"Screw Jimin, I want you Kim Taehyung, only you," you said, giving him a smile. He returned it for a moment, but then something seemed to cross his mind.

"But I don't have abs."

You shrugged, "Abs are overrated anyway."

Apparently, that was a lot bigger of a deal than you had thought because he engulfed you in a hug and began jumping excitedly, "good because I refuse to go on a diet. I love food just as much as I love you."

You don't think he realized just how much of a praise that was to you. Food was elite. The fact that you could even compare to it made you realize just how much Taehyung liked you. 

You quickly gave him another kiss in excitement before pulling away, "okay, we have to get Jimin and figure a way out of here."

"Out of where?" Taehyung asked, looking a bit dazed after the kiss. 

"We're literally in the middle of the street, which is also in the middle of nowhere, idiot."

"Oh, right," Taehyung said, noticing, probably for the first time, where you all were, "can't we just leave Jimin?"

"No, now come on," you said, dragging his whining form towards Jimin, who was somehow still frozen in shock. 

"We need to start re-evaluating some things."

Plastic off the sofa // kth

I like it, baby

pairing: dom!kth x fem!reader

genre: smut, drabble, ftl, unedited

word count: 1.7k (Prologue)<—coming soon

warnings: spit, unsafe sẽx, choking, anal play (fingers), oral 4f, downward dog, deep voice shenanigans, pet names, intimate love ig🥹

Note: spare me it’s thursday and I’m reeling !! Hope you enjoy🕴🏾 -dubu♡

A faint blush resonated on your cheeks in the car, every passing street making the butterflies flutter away in your tummy.

Taehyung gripped the steering wheel firmly, eyes concentrating on the road in front of him. A small smile lingered on his lips upon entering the vehicle. His recent brazen behavior echoing through his mind.

You glanced at him secretly trying not to make a sound, yet like he can read your thoughts he looked over at you unexpectedly.

“Something on your mind, pretty?” He turned back to the road, his attention still focused on your dilatory response.

“Mmhm.” You said shyly, titling your head to cutely punctuate your playful words. He turned down a familiar street his apartment building coming into sight.

“And what would that be, y/n?” He said huskily, glancing over at you with a smirk plastered on his slightly swollen lips.

“You.” He pulled into his parking garage and turned off the engine, taking his seatbelt off swiftly to shift in his seat and kiss you. Reaching over the console was uncomfortable but your lips soothed any thought of pain in his body.

He pulled away from the intense kiss letting you catch your breath, “ready?” He questioned breathlessly. You nodded biting your lip unconsciously.

He walked around the car to let you out, locking the door as you walked hand in hand to the elevator. Once inside the apartment, his demeanor changed completely. He walked over to the large sofa leaning against the side of it coolly.

“Come here, baby.” As if your feet were uprooted from the ground you crossed the space between you. His hands instinctively wrapping around your waist as he pulled you in. He stared down at you entranced by your beauty, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Listen closely, okay?” He began seriously, “I don’t want to hurt you, so you have to tell me when you’re uncomfortable.” He searched your face for any trace of fear or worry, but he was met with a sultry half-smile.

“I want you to use me, Taehyung.” You watched his eyes darken in delight, a huff being pushed through his pink lips from a small chuckle. He ran a hand down the back of your neck, gripping and pulling your head back. Squeezing your lips open and spitting in your mouth without warning. Your cheeks warmed up at his actions, but you swallowed submissively, your pussy getting wetter by the second.

“My pleasure, angel.” His lips found your neck in a frenzy, being met with a small hiss as he soothed over your love marks with his tongue.

“All mine,” he muttered against your neck, sending a vibration down your already sensitive skin. You feel his hands snake their way down your waist, tugging at the zipper on the side of your skirt. He ran a finger down your thigh, running his hand under your skirt to feel your dewy skin.

He placed his hands on the hem of your skirt yanking it down your legs and letting it hit the floor. “Turn around,” he said gingerly running his lips along your lower jawline making your eyes close in bliss. “Need to make you feel good.”

His eyes pour into yours as he runs his hands along your curves, savoring the feel of your body. He halted his movements over your clothed chest. Removing your shirt and massaging your tits until they were aching for more. He carefully spun you around, removing himself from the sofa. Letting you face away from him and bend over the arm.

He sunk to the floor letting his knees make contact with the plush rug that stretched luxuriously throughout his living room. He placed a hand on your backside and spread your legs slightly. Craning forward and placing a kiss on your ass cheek. Without warning you felt his nose nudge against your pussy, your arousal slipping down your leg.

“Please,” you murmur, knees buckling when Taehyung articulately licked a strip down your swollen cunt. He inhaled your scent lustfully, groaning in elation.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby” he ran his middle and ring finger down your slit collecting the juice like a sweet nectar was at his disposal. He placed his fingers on his tongue moaning at the taste, a shiver creeping down your spine.

He rose from his position on the floor, crouching slightly as 2 of his fingers rested over your cunt. He sank his fingers inside you, watching as you arched into his touch.

“Shit —” he cursed, slowly pulling out and setting a steady pace, learning your body and its reactions. “Taking my fingers like a good little slut. What happened to my Angel hmm?”

You whimpered at his words, fucking yourself steadily on his nimble fingers, earning a chuckle from him that almost sounded like a deep rumble escaping his chest. You clenched around his fingers tightly, rutting backwards letting out a pitiful whine.

He massaged your clit with the palm of his hand as his fingers press knuckle deep inside you. He moved his thumb to rest over your asshole, not halting his movements.

“Can I?” He asks putting slightly pressure where his thumb is. You nod sheepishly, cheeks warm and flushed as his fingers violate you.

“Good girl” he groans, pressing his thumb into your hole, his breath catching in his throat at the feeling. Desperate moans fall from your lips as he increases his speed.

“Taehyung,” you whimper softly, brain turning to mush. He hummed with faux empathy, leaning down to kiss and lick at your hot exposed skin.

“I’m so close,” you stutter weakly, chest heaving to catch a breath. He finger fucked you relentlessly smiling at the way your body reacted to his touch.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty?” He taunted sexily, groaning when you clenched around his fingers in response, your mess coating your legs and his unforgiving hand. He pulled you closer to your orgasm, the knot in your stomach unraveling intensely. With a cry of his name your hips bucked as you arched back slightly, shaking. He slipped his fingers from your cunt, rubbing your overstimulated clit as you cum all over his hand.

“So good for me, beautiful.” He stood up quickly, moving you over to the spacious sofa, letting you rest your weight on him as he sat you down. He stood in front of you swiftly removing his shirt and losing his pants in the same motion. You stare at his body in awe, finally getting to take in the man you now call lover.

“Lay on your back for me,” he leaned down planting a kiss on your pouty lips. You nodded against his lips, moaning into the kiss when his hand unexpectedly met your neck, squeezing firmly.

You broke apart and obediently followed his orders, shivering when your bare skin made contact with the chilly fabric. You heard rustling behind you and assumed Taehyung was discarding his boxers. A lustful creature snuck into your body as you felt your pussy leak onto the cushion, muttering soft moans as you writhed desperately.

Taehyung watched you amazement, the tip of his cock aggressively leaking down his shaft. He was uncomfortably hard, veins prominent around his shaft.

He climbed over you, hovering with one arm down to steady himself and the other hand lazily stroking his cock. You huffed in frustration shaking your ass slightly to encourage Taehyung to hurry. He grabbed a nearby pillow and gently placed it under your lower stomach, increasing the angle of your hips.

“Patience, princess” he groaned out huskily, fisting his girthy cock firmly. He lowered himself and ran his tip through your folds, collecting your wetness while relishing in the raunchy squelching noises.

“Need you hyungie, please” you begged mercilessly, craning back for more friction against his length. He sunk into you slowly, moaning at the warmth of your wet cunt. You whined at the pleasurable stretch gripping the edge of the sofa tightly as you took him completely in. He let you adjust to his size before he started kissing down your back, retracting his hips before hurriedly going back inside you.

He ground his hips against your ass, pinning your hands beside your body. He took his time fucking you passionately into the soft cushions. He moaned your name deeply, complimenting your body in endearing ways.

“You take my dick so good,” he cooed sweetly, looking down to watch your bodies connect in a sticky mess. His movements speeding up steadily as he found your sweet spot. You yelled his name in pleasure, tears brimming your eyes as he aggressively fucked into you repeatedly.

“Fuck —“ you barely whimpered out, face flush against the cushions. Your chest heaving, nipples sensitive as they rub on the soft fabric. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening again, your eyes stinging with tears.

“Your pussy is so pretty when you clench around me,” his hips rhythmically stutter downward, his balls slapping against your exposed skin. The filthy sound of moans and heavy breathing filled the living room.

“Hyungie, can I cum for you please?” You cried out pushing back to meet his hips with every thrust.

“Yeah?” He crooned hotly, “you wanna cum for me, slut?” He pressed more of his weight down on you, leaning down to approve of your dire question.

You felt your stomach tightening upon your release, sparks flying through your body as he fucked you through your orgasm, slowing down his thrusts. You felt his cock twitch inside you, causing you to clench around him. He shuttered at the feeling, sloppily fucking you before he released ribbons of warm cum inside you.

He slipped his cock out of you, turning you over and sliding in the space next to you. You rested your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as you both came down from your everlasting high. He kissed your forehead attentively.

“Was I too rough, angel?” Taehyung asked worriedly, running his hand down your shoulder to your arm until his hand reached yours, grabbing it tightly.

You smiled up at him softly, eyes filled with unadulterated love. You squeeze his hand in response, rubbing small hearts on his chest with your other hand. Bodies entangled on the sofa with silent admiration closing the minimal space.

FRI(END)S | taehyung

➭ summary: in which Taehyung has some big shoes to fill after his hyungs went to the military. The stress of it all and utter loneliness causes him to make some grave mistakes. Like paying a girl to be his friend. But after months, he starts to feel something more. He doesn’t know if he’s just over pretending because she’s obviously just doing her job.. or if something more is there. And after a rough night, he finds out.

➭genre: short oneshot, slowburn-ish, angst, friends au

➭warnings: unedited properly, talk about depression, a couple bad words, he can kinda be seen as creepy but he’s just awkward i swear

➭note: i actually like this. chat i like writing, i wish i could do it more. Agust Dad is in the works tho..

Taehyung knew the members entering the military would affect him.

Sure they had moved out of the dorm and stopped living together ages ago, but he was saddened to see his hyungs go after being in contact for almost decades. They had watched him grow up and helped him through the complications of being an idol.

And now that he was making music and doing it all on his own? He felt the effects of their absence hardened.

He tried staying close to the other maknae’s but they were doing their own preparations for their solos and didn’t want to be a burden. He tried smoking but it would only stir up trouble and was too risky. He tried going onto Korean tv shows but it only felt like more work.

It started to get worse the more he worked on his music and the longer his hyungs were away. He’d stay day and night at the studio, working tirelessly on his album. And when he did venture to his apartment suite, it was cold and empty. The Bangtan group chat dry.

Alone.

He hated the feelings of being alone. After 2020, the tour being cancelled and not being able to see his new fans, being forced to stay inside. He had his members at the time, making English songs that blew up. But he wasn’t happy. He was alone.

And whenever he walked in the door of his apartment after a long day or night, he felt the same feeling. Dread, hopelessness. Empty. And then, the military would come and sweep him away as well.

He didn’t want to feel like that. Didn’t want to spend the time he had before the military being things changed for good, feeling like that. He wouldn’t put out good music for his fans and he wouldn’t do good for himself mentally and physically. He needed something, anything to give him comfort. He couldn’t go down that rabbit hole he once been in.

Sugar.

Your brain's reward system is activated, which releases dopamine, a chemical that signals pleasure.

In this case, Sugar, is a sweet caring friend. A paid friend. Ironic to the fake name she gave Jimin, she was a sugar baby. You are sugar, in every meaning of the word.

He felt weird at first, when Jimin gave him Sugar’s number when he reluctantly told his hyung how he felt one night while drinking together. But after texting for weeks and a shiny NDA contract, Sugar was his temporary paid companion.

They’d text regularly, and when he was feeling his most depressed he’d pay her to come to his house before he got there. They didn’t have to talk, she just had to be there so he didn’t feel like he was drowning in his pity and loneliness. So he felt like people still cared.

As much as he hated it, it was working. The text turned into meet ups at his house. The chilling turned into cuddling. And hell, he felt good waking up in the mornings. Music felt less like work. Life felt like, life.

But working on music, and releasing it were two different battles. And doing it with a group, and being solo, were two different battles.

Taehyung put on a smile as he went backstage, the chilling sound of his fans feeling his ears as his earpiece now silent as his sound ended. It had been a while since he preformed at a Mcountdown, and he had forgotten how many strangers there were backstage as they started profusely congratulating him.

He put on a shy smile as people started handing him a small fan and wiping off his sweat. Before anyone else could crowd him, he grabbed his phone and excused himself to the bathroom.

He could feel his hands shaking, the pressure of being on stage by himself bringing back that some feeling of loneliness. He had forgotten about it because of the fans, but being backstage was much more awkward. He remembered how he used to cool down backstage with his members.

He missed them, dearly.

His fingers shook as he pressed against his phone screen, going to his messages and clicking the top person. He knew it was Sugar, he had only talked to her recently. He asked her to come over, and even sent the money in advance while also tripling the amount. He was vulnerable, and scared. He needed his fix. He needed comfort.

When he was finally able to escape the stage and was able to home later that night, he half expected for Sugar not to be there. The day had been so draining he had completely forgotten.

His eyes widened when he saw her in his apartment, lying on the couch all comfy. Her breathing soft and her hair in front of her face as she slept.

He quietly sat down his things and took off his shoes and socks. He had already changed out of his performance outfit and was in a baggy hoodie and jeans. He walked over to Sugar, brushing her hair out of her face and even that calmed him down from all of the chaos in his mind.

She had looked so comfortable in his space while she slept. So peaceful. Like she belonged there. He hadn’t realized how attached he had gotten to her until that moment. Her beautiful soft skin and playful hair. Her kind natural beauty and caring nature. It has been a while since he met a girl as innocent and sweet as her and the comfort she brought didn’t make it better.

He blinked out of his trance when he saw her blink, as if sensing his everlasting gaze. Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, Taehyung smiling when he saw the familiar pearls.

“Oh, you’re back.” She said she yawned and sat up slightly. “How was filming the.. song?” She asked, sounding so unsure and confused in her half awakened mind.

He chuckled, being aware for some time now that she knew nothing about the idol life or even listened to his music, and it was slightly refreshing.

“It was good, Sugar.” He said, his voice tried and raspy from singing and talking all day. The word coming out as more than a pet name more than it being the name she actually went by.

He picked her up, hands gripping her waist tightly as he easily held her up so he could sit on the couch and set her on his lap. His large hands, so soft and masculine, gripped her thighs tightly, situating them around his hips.

His body relaxed and his eyes closed slightly as he felt her soft figure against his chest as she wrapped her arms around her neck, playing with the back of his hair.

“Thank you.” He said breathlessly, eyes still closed as he relaxed and let himself feel her soothing touch. “You’re too good for me.”

”Are you okay?”

He didn’t except to hear her voice, considering she just woke up and that speaking to him wasn’t mandatory or anything. Her voice was as soft as ever, extra quiet from the sleepiness.

Fuck, he was getting attached. He was being too vulnerable, it was getting too intimate. To real.

She was paid to do this. To act caring and sweet so he could keep coming back and she could keep getting money. But God, it felt real now. Much more real than the first few months.

He tensed for a minute, his heart telling him to spill out everything but his brain winning, like most days. “I’m fine, Sugar.” He assured, his hand moving to her hair, gently stroking it. There was a moment where he considered actually telling her about his day, but the thought of it made his chest tighten. He didn't want to burden her with his problems, wanting her to stay shielded to the harsh reality of his life and riches.

"It's just been a long day, and I'm not used to things being this way." He admitted, his voice a bit more strained than normal. It was silent for a minute before he spoke again, not knowing why. “Thank you, for being here.”

“I’ll always be here for you..” she replied softly, looking up at him as she laid her head on his shoulder. “It’s nice here.”

He smirked, a small genuine smile played on his lips before letting out a chuckle. “Is it?” His eyes flickered away from her and to the idle big tv screen.

“I was watching you.” Her voice came through as he looked down at her once more. “Your music video, I mean.” She corrected herself with an awkward chuckle.

“Oh.” Taehyung didn’t know how to feel about it. Of course he was proud of his music, but slightly nervous for her opinion. “What’d you think?”

“It was.. beautiful.” She said, her eyes sparkling as their eyes met. “It was slow and sentimental..” his face reddened as she continued, the words making him antsy.

“I loved it. And you looked all dolled up and cute.” She giggled as she thought back on it. “I’ve never seen you like that.”

“What you look at me differently now? You see me as the big popstar like else everyone does?” He said, trying to play it off as a joke even though he was actually wondering.

“No.. still just Taehyung. My friend.” She said with a smile and his chest tightened slightly as reality set in.

No matter how many nights they’d spent on the phone, no matter how many ranted texts he sent.. No matter how many late nights and cuddles. They were friends, paid friends at that.

He was delusional for thinking it wasn’t anything else other than a girl taking care of her client in order for him to keep coming back later and get more money. Even knowing this—

“You wanna.. stay the night?” I’ll pay you extra.

He wants to say, but maybe if he didn’t bring it up she’d forget that that’s what she was there for. For money, not him..

“Sure!” She said excitedly, making his heart flutter. He hadn’t felt this way in a while. Relaxed and comfortable with someone outside of his group.

She giggled when she saw his almost shocked reaction. “I told you it’s nice here.”

He chuckled, shaking his head at her. “Eh, I’m used to being here.” He gestured to his nice apartment penthouse with the view of the city. Expense brands to cook with and soft nice couches and clothes. He didn’t know why he was trying to act so cool with his grand house when she’d already seen him at his most vulnerable.

He knew from the first few instances that she couldn’t have come from a rich family, judging by her reactions and lack of knowledge with certain gadgets and such. Just looking at the things she did for money, he figured she hadn’t come from the best of the bunch.

“I mean, I already fell asleep on the couch so I might as well sleep there.” She said with a chuckle.

“You don’t want to go to the bedroom with me?”

The words fly out of his mouth before he could even stop himself and he’s surprised by himself. Surprised that he keeps trying to push his luck with this girl. God, he’d given all the hints but couldn’t take one himself.

“I—“ she paused with a nervous chuckle. “Oh wow.” In an effort to get rid of the sudden tension that came over, and to not feel like a creep, he quickly spoke. “I mean— we cuddle anyways. Why not just cuddle each other to sleep. That would help me, don’t you think?”

He felt like an asshole just saying it, but as a miracle would have it, she started to contemplate before shrugging. “Sure, okay!” She said with a small smile.

“Y-You don’t have to! It was a stupid thing to say—“ Taehyung quickly said, sweating as he tried to make it all go away.

“No, no! It’s fine.” She said quickly, the two looking like two teenagers. “I think it’d be good for me too.” She stated and Taehyung softened.

Taehyung turned off all of the lights, taking her hand gently in his as he lead her to his bedroom, a place she’d never been before. There were posters of the group and artwork on the walls. Glimpses of his hobbies scattered around the room.

He took off his hoodie, revealing a plain white shirt underneath before he crawled onto his king sized bed. The quality of it, like everything else he owned, pleasant. She hummed when she laid down next to him, sinking into the mattress as she closed her eyes.

She took a minute to relax before turning on her side and looking at him, who was already staring at her while on his side. The two faced each other, heads on soft pillows with the lights dimmed. “You’re different today..” she muttered her observation softly.

“I know.. that’s why I sent you triple.” He said with a soft chuckle, he knew he would be more clingy, more of a pain. He hoped she was okay with it. That maybe it would become a regular for the two.

“I don’t mind it, Tae-Tae.. It’s peaceful with you.” She said with a soft smile while stroking his hair as Taehyung let out a breath of relief. He had felt the same, at peace. Maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way he did about each other.

He wrapped his arms around her small waist and pulled her closer to him and his heart raced as he took in her features, copying every detail into his brain. She was so beautiful, inside and out. His eyes traced over her face, before landing on her lips. So pretty and pink.

He couldn’t stop himself. He had convinced himself that he would rather try to see if something was there than sit months worrying and dreaming about could have been. So he leaned in closer to her as he licked his lips, and gently pressed his lips onto hers in a soft kiss.

She smiled against it immediately before responding, pushing herself flush against his chest as he tilted his head slightly to deepen the kiss. His hand went to her back, gripping it tightly as he held onto her like his life depended on it.

He pulled away after a while, breathless and his heart souring. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while..” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against her face.

“Me too..” she squeaked out, swallowing as she closed her eyes and kissed him again. His eyes closed as he relaxed into the affection, his feelings deep as they drifted off to sleep on each other’s arms.

~~

To his horror, Taehyung woke up alone the next morning. He could smell her candied, sugary scent but she wasn’t there. He could feel her sweet sugary lips still on his from the hours before. But she wasn’t there.

He sat up quickly, looking around and fearing the worst. What if she got lost in the complex? Or some crazy fan took her?

He raced to get his phone to do something, to figure something out. Only to be greeted with a notification that was received an hour ago.

Let’s stay friends. Just for now :)

Shattered Glass | kth - Fic Announcement

Series Summary: They say time heals all wounds, but it's been eight years since you cut each other out of your lives and the pain is still sharp as ever. You were the best of friends, and a whisper of something more, but the future you once dreamed of shattered in the blink of an eye. Thrust back together by a twist of fate, you find yourselves torn between the past and the present as you struggle to pick up the pieces.

Pairing: idol!taehyung x idol!reader

Genre : idol!au (mostly canon-compliant), friends to enemies to idiots to lovers (these two will put you through the ringer), mutual pining, fluff, heavy angst, eventual smut, slow burn

Rating: 18+

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, serious trust issues, physical violence (not with each other), mentions of past sexual abuse and infidelity, explicit sexual content; chapters will have their own warnings!

Schedule: Fall 2022

Taglist: Please comment or send an ask to be added!

a/n: I wrote half of this last year before getting pregnant with my daughter, but have been stalled out since then. I'm hoping that by posting this announcement I'll magically find the motivation to finish this once and for all :)

teaser below the cut

⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅ Taehyung ⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

When Taehyung’s gaze landed on you, he nearly choked on his martini. The drink - his third of the night - was in clear violation of the personal rule he usually adhered to of having no more than two drinks while at any Big Hit-sponsored events. While his tolerance had improved significantly over the years, he still never wanted to take any chances, knowing how quickly a light buzz can morph into much more if you aren’t careful. Being that one inebriated idiot in a room full of mostly sober people was never a good look, but it was far worse when some of those people were your bosses or, if you were really having a bad day, members of the media.

And yet, there he was, well on his way to legitimate drunkenness.

You must have arrived recently because there was absolutely no way he wouldn’t have spotted you sooner. Your dress was bright red, the same exact shade of red as a stop sign, he couldn’t help but notice. It was form fitting, falling just above the knee, with a sweetheart neckline and halter tie strap. You’d paired it with matching red stilettos and a few simple pieces of silver jewelry. Your hair was up in one of those perfectly messy buns, your lips painted scarlet. 

You and the other girls from Red Velvet were on the far side of the room in the middle of a conversation with the guys from TXT. You appeared to be telling some sort of story, having apparently just said something hilarious given the way the guys all threw their heads back in laughter. You were smiling back at them, looking confident and relaxed, elegant yet sexy, truly and utterly stunning.

And, just like that he was annoyed. 

You would dress like that tonight, wearing something so eye-catching that it made it virtually impossible for him to not let his gaze linger on your figure every time he stopped staring into the bottom of his glass. You would act so boldly, waltzing in here like you owned the place, talking and laughing with his friends while he sulked alone in the corner. You would be completely unaffected by his presence, that is, if you even noticed he was there.

Watching with narrowed eyes as you leaned in to whisper something into Yeonjun’s ear, his grip on the glass in his hand tightened. You were the reason why he’d broken his two-drink rule within an hour of arriving at the party. In fact, you were the reason why he’d been drinking more and sleeping less and losing his grip entirely these last few months. Since the moment Bang PD told them of the acquisition, he’d been living in a constant state of low-level, but ever-growing anxiety. 

He had long ago locked you in a box and thrown away the key, taking all that you once were and never would be and erasing it from his waking mind. You were meant to stay in there forever, but now here you were, crashing back into his life and threatening to ruin everything. Just looking at you was stirring up memories and feelings he hadn’t the slightest clue how to deal with, ones that were still sharp and terrible as ever, even after all this time.

As he took another recklessly large gulp of his drink, he seriously considered making a break for it through the emergency exit behind him. Clearly the two of you would cross paths sooner or later now that you worked for the same company, but he wanted to delay that reunion for as long as humanly possible. Having not had a legitimate conversation with you in almost a decade, he had absolutely no idea what he was going to say to you. 

Despite the fact that you were both K-pop idols, and therefore members of a rather small circle, the two of you had done a remarkable job of avoiding one another over the last few years. Belonging to different management companies had certainly helped in that regard, as did the fact that you didn’t share any mutual friends. Although BTS and Red Velvet often attended the same award shows, there were usually so many people there that you didn’t run into each other. On the rare occasions when your groups had been forced to interact on stage or on the red carpet, the two of you had donned your most convincing smiles and pretended to be friendly, casual acquaintances. 

The only truly meaningful correspondence you’d had since high school was three years ago when his grandmother died and you sent your condolences in a handwritten letter. It had taken him two days to build up the courage to open it. The instant he started reading, he broke down. There on the page before him, in the same neat handwriting that used to appear on folded notes tucked into his backpack, were the most heartfelt, sorrowful words. 

You had met both his grandparents many times when you came with him to visit their farm in Daegu, but you’d always had a special relationship with his grandmother. Having never met either of your own, you said that she filled the hole in your heart by showering you with love and affection as if you were one of her own grandchildren. From the scattered blotches of smeared ink he could tell that you’d cried while writing the letter which absolutely shattered him. He hated it when you cried, especially when he wasn’t there to comfort you. 

The letter he wrote in response was five pages long. Into it, he poured his entire soul, telling you how happy he was to hear from you and how much it meant to him that you’d remembered his grandmother. He told you that she always loved you and that she asked about you every single time he called to talk to her, even after you’d stopped speaking to one another. He recounted some of your fondest memories from the farm like that time you got stung by a bee on the tip of your nose and looked like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. 

He asked about your family, wondering if they still lived in Jeonju and if you were able to see them often. He asked how you’d liked living in New York City and mentioned how impressed he was with your English. He congratulated you on joining Red Velvet, confessing that he’d been following your career closely for the past year and was so proud of how seamlessly you’d filled the role of main vocalist. 

And, he told you that he missed you. He told you he missed you so much that it hurt and that he thought about you every single day. He apologized again for the awful things he said to you that fateful day all those years ago, telling you he truly didn’t mean any of it and that he was just sad and scared because you were going to be so far away from him for so long. He said he wished more than anything that you could be a part of his life again. He left his phone number and all but begged you to contact him before signing the letter, ‘Love Tae’.

But, you never did. 

You never wrote back. You never texted. You never called.

Deep down, he had been holding out hope that you would come back to him one day, but your silence made him realize that was nothing more than wishful thinking. You had written out of respect for his grandmother, nothing more. You had moved on and carved out a new life for yourself, one in which he did not have a place. 

You were no longer his best friend. You were no longer his princess. You were no longer his anything. 

and what if subby!taehyung having tears in his eyes because you refused to kiss him (both of you played a game where you’ll kiss him but he’s not allowed to kiss back and if he kisses you back, he’ll lose and won’t be allowed to kiss you for 2 weeks and ofc, he refused but you used your puppy eyes to him so he can’t say no to that BUTTT yeah when you two started the game, he immediately lose bcs on how you’re kissing him so lovingly so he pouts bcs he wasn’t allowed to kiss you and pouted in his sleep so that night, you woke him up and you let him eat you out sleepily) anyways #subbytaehyungontop

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⋆౨ৎ WAKE UP - kth ᝰ.ᐟ

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summary: two weeks without you was far too long, only one way to start to make up for lost time…

notes: thanks for the request!! just a quick disclaimer that i wont do it exactly as it was written, but i’ll be taking inspiration from it!

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut

pairing: taehyung x f!reader

warnings/tags: NSFW!, sub!taehyung, needy taehyung, whiny taehyung, established relationship, both taehyung and reader are touch deprived, sloppy mushy i miss you sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breast play, lowkey sloppy head.., taehyung gives toe curling head, praising (like one sentence), post cotial sleeping, not proof read

it was no one’s fault really. but still, it was dreadful.

it had been two weeks now. two weeks you had been busy. two weeks that he hadn’t been able to see you durning the day. two weeks he hadn’t eaten dinner with you. two weeks with one or two short kisses a day if he was lucky. two weeks he had fallen asleep without you. two weeks no sex.

two weeks, and no time together.

and when he had seen you and tried to initiate anything, you were too tired after a long day and you went to sleep almost immediately.

the most he had ever seen you in these past two weeks was yesterday, when he had stayed up later than usual to talk to you about what was going on.

he told you with teary eyes that he missed you, feeling reassured when you told you you missed him too, and that this will all be over soon. that you won’t be as busy anymore. you two didn’t talk for long about it. it was clear that you were both too tired for a bigger conversation. but if he was completely honest, the conversation left him disappointed.

he doesn’t know exactly what he expected to come out of it, and he knew you were tired, but he expected more. he wanted more. needed more. he needed to feel you again. but when he had slipped under the covers, you were asleep within minutes, unintentionally leaving him alone and pouting.

today looked the same as every other day. lonely. missing something. missing someone. missing you. and by the time he was in bed, falling asleep, no one was by his side. you weren’t there to talk to him. to kiss him. to touch him. love him. and for him to kiss you. touch you. love you… he missed you so much; you were the only thing on his mind. he just wanted, no, needed you.

little did he know that you felt the exact same. which is why, when you came back home today, you had a plan.

after slipping of your shoes and coat and putting them away, you made your way through the long hallway of your house and into your shared bedroom. he was already fast asleep and you felt your heart break a little at the sight, but you knew all would be okay soon.

you took a shower, took off your makeup, and got changed into comfy pyjamas, all of those things being incredibly relieving after such a long day.

after stepping out of the en suit, you stare at his figure momentarily. he’s buried under the warm covers all by him self. the sight is inviting to say the least. it’s like he’s begging you to join him without even being awake.

finally, you slip under the covers, the warmth and comfort of your bed engulfing you. as you turn to face him, your eyes land on his face. he’s lying with his face smushed into the pillow, hair messy and lips in a pout. cute..

too bad you have to wake him up..

your hand travels to run your fingers through his hair, earning a sleepy groan from him. you smile to yourself at his reaction, before leaning forward to press a kiss on his cheek. no reaction.

so you try again.

this time you kiss his neck. it’s more purposeful this time, and it pulls a sigh from his lips as he starts to stir. your kisses don’t stop, becoming sloppy and needy.

“tae..” you whisper against his skin, “taehyung..” you repeat, though, it comes out as more of a moan this time as you plead for him to wake up.

he hums in confusion, groggy from sleep and surprised by your actions. but as he starts to wake up and process what’s going on, he realised that he’s woken up to be immediately thrown into your love and affection.

he couldn’t think of a better way to wake up, especially after missing your touch for so long. he says your name with a sleep laced voice and upon realising that he’s awake, you stop your ministrations and look up at him with pleading eyes.

without hesitation, you lean in to press your lips against his. the kiss is lazy and slow, but passionate nonetheless. neither of you needed to use words to express your need for each other when you kissed like this.

“taehyung.. i need you” you whisper against his lips after breaking the kiss for air. your words cause his eyes to widen slightly. he pulls back to cup your face, making you look at him before speaking with a sympathetic look on his face and a sleepy voice,

“but.. aren’t you too tired..?”

your heart broke upon hearing those words. it suddenly hit you how much this had affected him too.

“..i don’t care about that.. i miss you too much..” you tell him in a whisper, and you hear as he breathes a sigh of relief.

he finally has you back.

his lips find yours again in a tired kiss, swiping your bottom lip with his tongue, practically begging for more. your tongues dance lazily until you both break apart for air, and he calls your name before speaking through heavy breaths,

“please.. let me touch you..”

with the way he looks up at you with his half lidded, sleep laced gaze, you could tell that he’d do anything to have you right now..

his lips move to your neck, placing sloppy kisses all over, “please..” they then travel down to your collarbone as you feel his hand wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, and you instinctively throw one leg over to rest on his hip and he continued to leave messy kisses on your skin “please..”

your brain was slightly foggy with sleep, fighting how tired you were. you didn’t want to let him slip from your grasp again. you close your eyes as he moves the both of you so he’s hovering over you and lifts up your shirt to reveal you stomach to him.

he doesn’t hesitate to place both hands on your waist and burry his face in your tummy, continuing with his sleepy pecks. he moans against your skin “please..”

you look down at him as he pleads for you, his hairs a complete mess and his eyebrows are furrowed with desperation for you. his eyes are closed partially because he’s focused on kissing you and partially because he still hasn’t woken up properly.

as his lips travel down, leaving a wet trail of his saliva all over your stomach, causing you to feel butterflies and a familiar tingling feeling deeper in your body. he breaks apart to look up at you with tired eyes and swollen glossy lips.

he looks back down as he hooks his fingers around both your sweatpants and underwear, desperate to have you bare beneath him, and slides the material off to throw it somewhere off the bed.

finally, he’s where he has wanted to be for the past two weeks. situated between your open legs, letting him taste you.

your breath hitches as you feel him place a kiss on your clit, feeling the pleasure course through you body.

you can just barely hear him as he shakily whispers against your sensitive pearl, “thank you..”

he doesn’t hesitate to collect you slick with his tongue before wrapping his lips around your clit and flicking it with his tongue.

with all the stress on your mind you hadn’t realised how sensitive you had become over the past two weeks of being deprived of his touch. now, it was obvious, with the way you gasped and moaned as he worked his tongue.

he was clearly in need of this too, and that was clear with the way he moaned around your clit, sending vibrations through your body as he did so.

you felt as he wrapped his hands around you thighs, pulling you closer to his working mouth, pulling a moan from you, before his right hand travelled up your shirt to slowly massage your breast.

just as you thought the pleasure couldn’t increase, he brought his left hand to your sopping wet hole, sliding two fingers in and moving them in and out of you.

he reeled in the fact that your body was against his again, which was apparent in the way he kept whining as teased your sensitive clit and buried his fingers in your soaked folds. right now, nothing gave him more pleasure than to pleasure you.

and you knew that. you could feel it with how desperately he flicked his tongue and kissed your skin. with how the pace of his fingers increased. or with the way he focused on multitasking, his hand continuing to massage your breast. and of course with the sounds of his moans filling the room.

but he wasn’t the only one moaning. he knew your body inside and out (literally). he knew what to do and he was insanely good at doing it. as he continued to please you, he pulled moan after moan from your lips. you spilled praises from your lips as he worked on pleasuring you.

“f-fuck tae.. i missed you so much…” you spoke though gasps and moans.

your words clearly had an impact on him as his whines increased and his tongue sped up, this time his actions making you moan.

you were completely soaked; your thighs and his face coated in your slick, and wet sounds filling the room alongside your needy voices.

all he wanted was to make you feel good. right now, he felt like that’s what he was made for. he just wanted to pleasure you and nothing else mattered.

so with his fingers fucking your sopping hole, his tongue flicking your clit, and his hand continuing to massage your breast, you feel the pleasure rise and reach down to rake your fingers through his hair.

finally, your climax hits intensely and your whole body tenses as you moan out his name. upon hearing your say his name with such need and desperation, he continues to lick you sloppily.

he takes you though your release with his fingers still inside you and his tongue around your clit, until you finally come down from your high.

after disconnecting his lips he brings both hands back around your thighs, panting as he catches his breath.

you’re beneath him doing the same, with your chest heaving up and down. you feel as the post cotial sleep starts to mix with the tiredness you already felt before, and your eyes start to feel even heavier.

he feels it too; having woken up not long before and feeling exhausted from what you two just did. he manages to pick his body up and flop down next to you.

you know you’ll fall asleep soon, but you push through and roll over to face him, running your fingers through his messy bed head, before moving your hand to the nape of his neck to lean in and place a soft and sleepy kiss on his lips.

you feel his arms wrap around you as you kiss him, pulling you closer to him. when you pull away, you look into his eyes and whisper the gentle words, “i love you..”

without hesitation, he replies, “i love you too..”

with that you smile before your eyes shut to give you your well deserved rest beside the person who matters to you most. as you fall asleep, you think to yourself how happy you are to be back, and he can’t help but think the same; he’s happy to have you back.

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taehyung x idol!/celeb! reader pleaseee

doesn’t even have to be smut just something FLUFFY

also ur so talented at writing !

⋆౨ৎ HOME AT LAST - kth ᝰ.ᐟ

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summary: after such a long time, you’re happy to be home at last

notes: thank you so much! i’ve been meaning to write some pure fluff recently and this really helped me come up with something. so sorry that it took a few days, i hope you enjoy nonetheless :) this can be read as a fluffy prologue to drunk in love but can also be read by itself. it wasn’t my intention to make it a prologue but i think it could work as one. also, i feel like i can’t write fluff but whatever. happy valentine’s day!

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

pairing: taehyung x idol!reader

warnings/tags: idol!au, established relationship, domestic fluff, movie nights, very sweet and fluffy, reader is HEAD OVER HEELS for taehyung, (and he is for reader 🤭), mention of sex, not proofread…🧍‍♀️

it had been far too long since you and taehyung had seen each other. you were both busy with your comebacks; writing, recording, filming music videos, performing at music shows. not only the preparation took months but so did all the stuff that came after, so with your busy schedules, you hadn’t spent a full day together in weeks. until today.

finally, both your schedules allowed you a few days off from all the chaos, and you couldn’t wait to spend those days with him after only being able to see him at award shows or events.

so you’re at his door. you knock and almost immediately, the door swings open to reveal your boyfriend with the biggest boxy smile on his (beautiful) face, dressed in an old shirt and some sweatpants. he’s been at home for a few hours but you’re coming straight from an interview so you still have your makeup done and you’re not in the most comfortable clothes, so you can’t wait to get changed and spend some time with him.

his smile is contagious, so you can’t help when you match his expression as a warm, fuzzy feeling engulfs you. you can’t wait a second longer, so when he lets you in and closes the door, smile never faltering, you immediately wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest and closing your eyes.

he hugs you back without hesitation, one of his hands resting on your waist, and the other finding purchase in your hair. he kisses your head before mumbling “hi” and you can hear the smile in his voice.

you lift your head up and open your eyes to look at him and you almost get lost in his eyes. they were captivating. their colour resembles black coffee, but the way light reflects onto them mimics how stars look in the night sky. a galaxy that you could stare at forever.

what pulled you in further was how each eye had something different to explore. his left eye was big and round, eyelid forming a small crease which completely contrasted his right eye. with one double eyelid and one mono lid you found his eyes unique and interesting. not to mention the perfectly placed mole which sat on his right eye.

in a way his eyes reflected each side of him. they were wide and curious, reminding you of how he looked up at you with puppy eyes. you could never say no to him when he looked at you like that. or sometimes he’d just watch you with those same wide eyes, fascinated and in love. you sometimes wondered how he could love you so much if he himself is the most lovable person you know.

his eyes could also switch in a split second. they could change into something sensual. something filled with desire and yearning. when he looked at like that it was the complete opposite to the wide puppy eyes he gave you. when he looked at you like that he pulled you in. he trapped you in his gaze before kissing you. touching you. loving you. giving you the pleasure he knew you deserved.

but right now, he wasn’t looking at you with either of those looks. he was looking at you with love. just like you were captivated by him, he was by you. and you would’ve gotten completely lost in his eyes if it wasn’t for the thought of his, arguably, even more enticing lips breaking you out of your trance.

at the idea of his lips, your eyes flicker down. you study them; smooth and glossy from where he probably licked them (a habit of his you found rather endearing), his heart shaped cupids bow, and a mole decorating his lower lip. so perfect. so kissable. you don’t think you could possibly resist any longer.

your hands travel up to cup his cheeks and pull him down towards you. your lips capture his in a loving kiss. you can feel him smiling on your lips and you reciprocate. you hadn’t realised how much you missed this. how much you missed him. when you pull away your eyes find his again, before you mumble a “hi” back, your smile also evident in your voice.

he places another quick peck to your lips before his hands make their way from your waist to the zip of your coat. he pulls it down and moves behind you to remove your coat and hang it up for you (a small yet meaningful gesture he always insists on doing).

after turning back around he notices your attire and upon realising that you’re still dressed in the clothes you wore for your interview, he speaks, “let’s get you into something more comfortable, yeah?”

you nod and exhale a sigh of relief as he takes your hand to lead you to his room to lend you some clothes and makeup remover. he hands you one of his old shirts and a pair of sweatpants you left at his house from your last visit, leaving you to get changed and wash your face after informing you that he’ll be waiting on the sofa for you, and when you get there, you’re pleasantly surprised.

the lights are off, the living room only being lit by a few candles and the light radiating off the television. the blinds are open displaying the romantic view of the moonlit sky above the vast han river. the sofa is covered with blankets and you can spot two wine glasses and some of your favourite snacks on the coffee table (which after dieting for your comeback is one of the greatest sights to see)

you stop in shock upon seeing what he had done for you, jaw ajar and the hand, which was previously holding your phone to your face, dropping down to your side. you were speechless. and, after not being able to spend any time with him for so long, you were overwhelmed with emotions. a wave of relief, happiness, and love for him washed over you as you finally looked over to him standing by the sofa with a shy smile and tv remote in his hand.

with you still in shock and staring at him with wide eyes, he asks shyly with a slight raise of his eyebrows, “movie night..?”

you practically beam. tears prick your eyes and not out of sadness. no. out of pure appreciation and love for him. you knew you missed him but in this moment it’s like it all hit you at once. you didn’t even realise how much you missed him up until now. so you waste no time and rush into his arms, tucking your head into his shoulder and engulfing him in a hug, to which he immediately hugged you back.

you move your head to look up at him and you can’t believe you’re lucky enough to have him. and suddenly your lost in those eyes again. you always are. you gaze at the vast galaxies in his eyes and then, almost routinely, you glance at his lips again; smooth and glossy, wearing a heart shaped cupids bow, and decorated with a perfectly placed mole. you’ll never get tired of them.

so of course, you lean up to kiss him, lips melting together and dancing in a slow and steady rhythm. he kisses you back with just as much love, pulling you in closer by your waist before his fingers start to trace patterns up and down your clothes back.

you both break apart for air, smiling contentedly, before you speak, only a few inches from his lips,

“i missed you”

his smile widens, “i missed you too”

he takes both your hands in his and leads you round to the sofa. you both flop down, immediately being engulfed by the soft cushions and blankets which he laid down for the two of you. he grabs the aforementioned blanket and covers both of you with it, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in, allowing you to rest your head on his chest.

using the remote, he skims through the options on netflix, the two of you settling on a film you both considered a favourite. one you had watched many times together. one you had watched on your very first movie night with him.

you thought back to that night. you were in his arms just like you were now, though, back then, it was all new. you were only just beginning to get used to the feeling of having his arms around you. you weren’t as familiar with the way he kisses you. you had only explored the stars in his eyes a few times and were nervous to let yours flicker to his lips.

now, you were used to his arms around you. in fact, that’s where they usually were when the two of you got some alone time together. now, you were familiar with the way he kisses you. when the two of you kissed, your lips moved with harmony and understanding. and now, you had explored the stars in his eyes countless times and found yours flickering to his lips no matter how hard you tried not to let them.

though, admittedly, even though you’ve grown to know and understand every part of him, what hasn’t changed was how your chest still felt warm and fuzzy when he engulfed you in a hug. how your heart still races when his lips capture yours in a kiss. how you still get lost in the galaxies which are reflected in his eyes, and how yours still look down at his lips each time you’re captured by those familiar stars.

no matter how much time passes and now matter how well you know him, he never fails to have an effect on you. he never stops wrapping his arms around you, kissing you with love, making you get lost in his eyes before yours travel to his lips. never stops giving you the comfort you need after a long day. never fails to make you laugh. never disappoints with the pleasure he gives you. never stops doing the little things that make a big difference. never stops caring about you. never stops loving you.

he never stops being a home that you can come back to. screw the four walls and the furniture. the house didn’t matter. he was your home. and after such a long time, you’re happy to be home at last.

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The Apartment Games | Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x f!reader (platonic?)

genre: crack, humour, smau

warnings/tags: non-idol!au, college!au, roommates!au, player!taehyung, literature student!namjoon, fashion student!hobi, comp-sci student!jin, music student!jungkook, sound production student!yoongi, business student!taehyung, veterinary student!jimin, communications student!yn, more warnings in individual parts

disclaimer: this smau crack fic is just for fun (that said, i’m probably going to put in way more time and effort than warranted) and since this is a wip, everything here is pretty much subject to change. also don’t ask me how the age differences work, there were No Thoughts

summary: when y/n’s roommate moves out, an opening at the nicest apartment complex on campus becomes available – and highly coveted within the crowded bangtan dorm. with seven chances to prove who can be the best roommate, the boys are prepared to do just about anything for some privacy and freedom. and y/n certainly intends to make the most of that desperation willingness. welcome to the apartment games.

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index

>. character profiles

i. the end of an era pt.1

ii. the end of an era pt.2

iii. the list

iv. ground rules

v. anonymous suga® daddy

vi. behind the scenes

vii. tae has entered the chat

viii. bust a tear duct

“It’s a refurbished student housing,” you explain as they trail after you like ducks in a row. Even if they don’t understand what you’re saying, they seem to be clinging to every word. Wherever you look there’s always at least one pair of doe eyes staring expectantly back at you a.k.a. what do you do when you open your doors and find a certain retired boyband for some reason wants to move in

• type: ot7 x fem! reader (poly) • genre: (ex) idol! au, roommate au, soulmate au, slice of life, fluff, crack treated seriously (?), angst, slow burn like an elderly dog with a limp slow, lack of communication • rating: mature • status: ongoing

#1 Wacky Wednesday

#2 Tenebrous Thursday

#3 Solicitous Saturday

↪ #3.5 Jin Ponders the Meaning of Time over a Pot of Soup

#4 Munificent Monday

#5 Tiresome Tuesday

#6 Surreal Sunday

↪ #6.5 Namjoon Discovers the Definition of Love (His Own)

#7 Tender Tuesday(s)

#8 Furious Friday

#9 The Last Step Towards You

↪ #9.5 Jimin’s History of Having Bad Birthdays

#10 The Getaway Ploy

#11 Sh*t, again

#12 A New Slate

↪ #12.5 Jungkook and the Meaning of “Oh”

#13 Few Rights, Lots of Wrongs

#14 Helping Matters

#15 On Middle Grounds

↪ #15.5 134340 (slowed)

#16 Hello. Goodbye.

The End.

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Rush¹: Concert (smut-mature) ft Kim Taehyung x Reader

(do not interact if you are underage)

pairing: non-idol!Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: just a short porn

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut, immature ejaculation, desperate oc, dirty talk, unprotected sex (always use protection!)

word count: 1.6K (1.599 to be exact)

masterlist | part1 rush: concert | part2 rush: club |  part3 rush: bed

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do you understand when I say be quick!” You screamed at the top of your lungs backstage at Taehyung’s concert. He lazily laughed at your tugging and cockily walked as you dragged him by the hand. “Oh I swEAr I will lose my mind!” You yelled at him again while pushing Jimin from the way. “Pick somewhere else, fairy boy.” Poor Jimin looked at you startled.

“Don’t tire my best bass player, Y/N!” Namjoon scolded you as you chucked Taehyung into one of the dressing rooms. 

“Kiss my ass, Joonie.” You yelled back and slammed the door in their face. Meanwhile, Taehyung was suckling on the same lollipop stick he had before getting on stage. You pulled the white stick out of his mouth aggressively as he raised one of his brows.

“If you wanted something to suckle on, I can glad you give you something.” You breathed out to his mouth. Your dirty suggestion made Taehyung dizzier more than he was on stage, his adrenaline was kicking now. 

“Dirty w-” He didn’t give himself enough time to finish his sentence and smashed his lips with yours. He didn’t care if you could breathe, you didn’t care if your teeth grazed on his lean lips more aggressively than they should. Your mind had one mission and that was fucking him.

“Taehyung…” You mewled as you stumbled him into to door you both just entered. Taehyung’s back hit the wooden door with a low thud as your mouth disconnected. 

Your lips latched on the closest thing next, his chin. You kissed his chin down to his jawline. He was sweaty, more than you would ever be comfortable with, but your mind was on the loose.

“Fucking fuck,” You groaned and bit his chin, then licked it, then kissed it. Your one hand went through his hair and grabbed what you could reach. Your other hand went down to his leather trousers. “I will fucking lose my mind, ugh.” You cried out when your hands could open his belt, touch him enough.

Taehyung wanted to help; he really did. But he was intoxicated, too high on your presence. Don’t get him wrong, he was sober now, but your desperate need for him made him lose his voice. “Y/N…” He similarly cried out- he wanted, nah, he planned about this moment while he was on stage. He planned how he would use your neediness to tease and play with you.

“You are so needy, baby. Who got your panties on fire?” He growled when you sucked on his bottom lip and pulled it down. Taehyung felt your fingers burn through his skin, he memorised how desperately they clung to him. He also felt your tits pushing against him, your weak knees…

You didn’t answer him. Instead, you pulled him back to a long passionate kiss that somehow led both of you to the uncomfortable old armchair. Tongue was always the spotlight of the kiss, but Taehyung was surprised how much of your tongue was involved this time. You weren’t just taking what he gave, you were inside his mouth, your hands holding his face to get inside of him. 

When you pushed Taehyung down to sit, Taehyung knew that he wasn’t going to do anything he planned earlier. You took your seat on his lap, facing his heated face. You wanted to tease Taehyung about his red cheeks, but those buttery lips needed more kissing. As you dominated another kiss, your hips started humping him.

“Y/N, you are…” Taehyung laughed. You aimed for his neck this time, sucking beautiful red roses on his skin. You tasted his sweat once again, and it fucking made you hungry for more. It was impossible not to moan so Taehyung let a couple of low moans out of his mouth. He was quick to gear you up. You didn’t lose any time taking Taehyung’s clothes off. No there was no time for that. 

When your hands gripped Taehyung’s belt again, Taehyung hissed. “No foreplay, babygirl?” Your hips humping his thigh, your hands gripping his cock, your lips glued to his neck, your smell in his nose, your whimpers in his ear… Taehyung was in an absolute delight. He felt so full of himself. 

But his teasing voice paid him a bunch when you got your hands inside his pants. “Mhmhm,” You moaned into Taehyung’s ear as if touching his dick was the drug that pumped in your blood to calm you down. 

“Is that what you want, baby?” Taehyung threw his head back as squeezed his base. His wolfish smirk was on his face. You bit his earlobe, “I want-” You were cut off when Taehyung couldn’t help but leak a bunch into his underwear. 

It was your sign to sink on him now. As you planned, you were wearing the sluttiest outfit ever with the easiest access for him. Taehyung looked at you questioningly as you threw your legs to the sides of him and hover over your crotch. The realisation hit him the second you rubbed his cock to your wet folds. A simultaneous moan left your mouths, followed by a string of curse from Taehyung. “You fucking slut, you fuck me under your skirt, huh?”

Taehyung’s slap on your ass reminded you that he also had arms and hands.

“Yeah, baby.” You egged him. “I am so hungry for your cock, Taehyung!” You cried while rubbing yourself on his shaft. 

Taehyung squeezed where he slapped. He was going to cum now and he wasn’t even in you. “Ahh, so good, baby.” You squealed as his hand secured you on your waist. 

If he could touch your little clit, Taehyung could have some time to adjust- “Oh, Taehyuungg.” You groaned loudly as you impaled yourself in one go. 

Taehyung’s hands immediately tried to push you, but you were overpowering him so easily. “Such a good cock for me.” Despite your screams of his name just before, your voice was quiet now. 

“You are so needy for me.” Taehyung repeated again, wishing so hard for it to be true. “You can’t live without me.” He added as you nodded and milked his dick with all power you had. 

“Taehyung, ahh, so big, baby.” You screamed again as you bounced fully. “So thick for me, ah, I can’t take it all.” Taehyung’s head bumped everywhere inside you. Taehyung never needed to do that. He was wide enough to punch through every sweet spot you had. “Tae, Tae, Tae, baby.” You rhythmically moaned as you bounced on his cock.

Your warm body on top of him was divine. Your wet cunt wrapped around his dick was an impossible feeling. Taehyung suddenly sniffed as if he was going to cry. You looked at his red face with closed eyes. His face screamed at the arrival of his orgasm. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, huh?” You asked him slightly slowing down. As soon as you slowed your hard bounces on him, a string of pain struck your pussy. You unconsciously squeezed him. Taehyung’s eyes shot open, and his beautiful brown irises found yours apologetically. 

“Ughh, oh, baby, Y/N…” Taehyung let a beautiful groan right in front of your face as he helplessly released his warm load into you. “Tae…” You complained sweetly as you brushed his hair back, but one string of hair kept coming over his face and peppered his face with soft wet kisses. He continued to release after he came down from his high, and his thighs quivered. 

“Y/N.” He breathlessly said your name. “You are an incubus.” He was certain that you had superpowers. 

“You said that when we first fucked years ago, baby…” You sweetly answered him. Just then, his long cock twitched again and gave you more of his warm seed. Taehyung remembered 18-year-old Y/N at the back of his car, breathing quickly just like now. You laughed loudly, there was no bite in your voice, but just pure confidence to have this effect on him. Taehyung knew there was no reason to deny the truth.

“You…” Taehyung opened his mouth, but he couldn’t finish his sentence. He just buried his face into your neck.

“Aren’t you going to finish me like all of your sentences?” You bite him back this time. Taehyung knew this would come. 

“You should’ve given me some break, you cock-hungry slut.” He finally had the power to grasp your neck. 

“So, it is my fault that you came so early…” you twirled your hips, lewd squeaky noise filled the heated room. 

“... and so much…” You felt incredibly bloated, but gravity got the best of it and let Taehyung spill out of you. 

“Shh, give me some time.” For Taehyung, exhaustion was kicking in now.

“Hmm, okay then.” You brushed his bangs out of his face. You placed a wet kiss on his lips, and Taehyung couldn’t return the kiss again. He was totally spent with red bruised lips. 

“I should go to other guys then.” You faked getting up– you would never let his dick but teasing him felt so good. 

“I am sure Jungkook can go many rounds back-to-back.” Taehyung irked. “Or Namjoon, right? Or I could go to Yoongi to have him eat me out…” You kept twirling your hips to get Taehyung riled up. And it worked. 

Taehyung pulled your ear down to his mouth, “Then why did you jumped on me the second I got off the stage, baby? Mhmm?” His sinful voice was getting you.

“Get on your knees.” His eyes locked on you but hugged his face tighter into your chest. 

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> next: part2 rush: club

masterlist | part1 rush: concert | part2 rush: club | part3 rush: bed recommendation: i’m mad & you’re mine |

Chapter 1: Needy Love (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

“I am promised to you, Taehyung.” Your engagement ring shined as you took off your earrings and undone your hair.

“You are…” Taehyung hugged you from behind. His hands wrapped around your waist. “My promised girl…”

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader   

summary: You and your fiancé Kim Taehyung had to stay in a hotel room because of the pouring rain, giving you the best chance to show your neediness. 

rating: 18+, smut, mature, do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: period fic (bad attempt), Taehyung tries to be gentleman and he cares about virginity and stuff, Y/N is needy as hell but she is clueless, some clit action, there is no penetration, attempt to handjob or smth like that, it is not that spicy but they are needy whores.

word count: 13K

Chapter 1:  Needy Love

Chapter 2: Tae-time

A/N1:  It is the week before finals so that means I have to write a smut!! Please don’t mind spelling and grammar errors.

A/N2:  If you like to check my other work: Sweet Welcoming , Norway , i am mad, you’re mine, take a break, concert rush and my masterlist. Take care and stay safe.

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 “I leave the keys on- here.” After placing your suitcase on the ground, the housekeeper left the keys on the bedside table and looked at Taehyung for approval. 

Taehyung was standing tall in front of you, “Thank you.” 

“We have running hot water in the bathroom. If you like, I can bring more wood for the fireplace, sir.” The man continued, his white beard and chubby cheeks welcomingly smiling. Taehyung shook his head no. The only thing he wanted was to be alone with you. 

“Of course, sir.” The man bowed to him and walked to the door. “Our dinner service starts at 7 pm and lasts until the first lights of the morning. We would love to see you in our weekly recitals tonight. Our pianist is the best, travelling from Petrograd.” The housekeeper finally left the room after completing his job and announcement. 

As soon as the man left the room, you let out a long puff. Taehyung followed the man and locked the door, putting the safety handle on. “I am actually soaked,” You complained, trying to take your brown coat off that weighed double as it was completely wet. 

Taehyung couldn’t help but find you adorable. “Let me help you, my darling.” He said, hands finding your shoulders. When his large palms touched your skin, you felt electricity strike through your muscles.

Taehyung smiled at your reaction and helped you remove your undercoat as well. The two thick layers of clothing were gone, but now you felt freezing cold. As soon as Taehyung pulled the right arm off, you ran to the burning fireplace.

“I don’t think I've felt this cold since I was in Moscow.” You groaned at the feeling of warmth coming from the burning woods. 

“I am sorry, darling, I didn’t know it would rain this terribly. If not, I would have postponed our train.” Taehyung followed you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You let out another pleased grunt, “No, I loved our little adventure.” You touched his hands clutching your stomach. It was beyond wonderful running in the rain with his large hand holding yours.  “You should remove your coat as well, Taetae.” You turned your face to him and palmed his large shoulders— just because you could. Taehyung didn’t want to wet your blouse any further, so he got rid of his long coat in one single motion and returned to your touch quickly after. 

You hugged his chest, stealing more warmth from him. He engulfed you in his embrace, allowing you to feel his heartbeat. You felt secure in his large arms. He silenced the world with his heartbeat and sweet musky smell.

“It is the classic London weather, right?” You rubbed your face to his chest. “Yes,” He giggled, chest vibrating under your ear. 

“Yet it is very concerning. Ships might not leave ports for a few days.” He caressed your back gently as he spoke. 

Your untimely visit to England had a very joyful purpose despite the gloomy weather. Taehyung’s eldest cousin’s wedding cheerful contrast all problems. 

Taehyung’s mother informed you and Taehyung after Youngsun’s engagement was announced that you two would attend in their name. You were expecting a big family trip, just like you were a kid, but the fact that she was a widow remarrying was enough to hurry the wedding with little guests. After hearing your families’ remark, you took it upon yourself to make sure Youngsun had at least one cheering friend. That’s how you and Taehyung travelled to England at the end of October. Two of you had spent the last two months travelling together as an engaged couple, and it had been wonderful. 

“We could stay here for a bit, don’t you think, fiancée?” He said while swaying your body to the sides. “We couldn’t spend a lot of time together lately and I would love to take my fiancée to the best restaurants in central London.” 

“I would love to visit Hyde Park too. I wonder how it has changed since last I came here.” You pouted, there was no way you could with this rain.

“Sure, my love.” Taehyung kissed your slightly cold cheeks. “But first we have to go to a shop. I know a very good hat maker here.” He caressed your chin as you looked at him in excitement. 

“We have a deal then.” You tried to shake his hand as he playfully dodged it. “Shake your hand on it, Tae!” You whined.

“Promise to shop and have dinner. Not to visit Hyde Park.” He loved annoying you, oh, so dearly. “We can come here before the next Regatta, okay? Then you can run in the muddy grass all you want.” He kissed your eyelids while you let him hold your face.

“We won’t have time next spring.” You mumbled excitedly. Taehyung playfully gasped, “Oh, right. We will be busy with wedding preparations.” He kissed your grinning face. “Then, we can come here on our honeymoon. What do you say?” His tone was going deeper and deeper. You couldn’t help your lady bits get excited about the word honeymoon. 

“But we won’t have the energy to leave our room.” Taehyung kissed your earlobe. A shiver ran down your spine. His lips kissed the side of your neck as your breathing sped up. 

Taehyung’s nose hit the ends of your hair. They were damp with rain. “Do you want to have a bath, fiancée?” He whispered into your ear in his low voice. His intentions were not entirely dirty. He simply wanted you to relax since it was his fault that the two of you were caught in the rain. You shivered when his lips touched your cold ears. A scorching hot bath would be awesome right now. 

“Are you going to keep me company?” You kissed his chin while smiling largely. Taehyung bit down his lip, of course, you had to make his sexual request very sexual.

“You know, I have been a good girl for you,” You shamelessly confessed. In the last weeks, Taehyung was busy taming you and himself.  

He giggled, how could you be this adorable and sexy at the same time? 

“Please Taehyungie, I am craving you…” Your core was lightened the first time Taehyung touched you, but now that he mentioned a bath, you were on fire.

Taehyung kissed your forehead and slightly squeezed your body in his arms. 

This was his biggest struggle too. Maybe, it was a price to pay as he found his soulmate. Even though both of you are engaged now, Taehyung still didn’t have you truly despite your very tempting efforts. 

He craved you— more than you craved him— but he was too afraid of scaring you, hurting you, getting you pregnant… He knew what your parents expected from him. They knew Taehyung’s sloppy past with a couple of women. If Taehyung were to act like before, it would be the last time he sees you.

But that didn’t mean he make you stay hopeless. He indulged your fantasies from time to time and allowed you to release your sexual frustration. Also, it was great training for Taehyung as he lasted two minutes at most.

“You know-” You stopped his repetitive excuses with a scoff and changed the subject. It was starting to feel humiliating as you craved him insanely.

“I don’t think I have the energy left for a bath, but I should definitely change my clothes- ugh and my shoes too.” You grimaced and released his body.

Taehyung fell over you slightly, “You should, baby, let me help you get your shoes off.” He said, getting on one knee. 

Your breath hitched when Taehyung lowered himself and caressed your legs over your long skirt. Then, he carefully bent one of your knees and placed your feet on his knee and opened the laces. He worked as if you were a precious piece of diamond. 

"Thank you, Taetae." You shyly said as he got rid of your soaked shoes and placed them in front of the fireplace. Then, he sat on the armchair, watching you open your suitcase. 

You pulled out a new outfit for yourself, this time a one-piece navy dress with sleek shoulders. After pulling many white pieces of cotton, which were your undergarments, you drew the curtains of the room.

 Taehyung didn’t understand what you were going to do until you unbuttoned your blouse. You were undressing in front of him as if it was a casual thing. Taehyung had seen you half-naked before, he was blessed to catch glimpses of your skin. However, he had never seen you undress. You always had plenty of maids around you and he wasn’t really allowed into your room in your aunt’s house. 

But here you were, taking off your white blouse in front of him while standing in front of a mirror. As your white lace blouse was carefully placed over one of the empty hangers, your arms and necks were bare. Taehyung’s dick wished to be bare as your arms. 

While Taehyung placed his arms over his crotch to disguise his growing crotch, you were busy taking off your gored skirt. Its hemline was ruined by dirt. 

Under your skirt, you had a petticoat. You remembered your aunt’s maid pulling on it harshly as she said your waist will appear very thin, mademoiselle. But now you were struggling to pull the strings free. Only if you didn’t cut your nails recently, you would be able to do it. As your arms become sore from stretching back, you took a step closer and turned your back to the mirror to have a better view. 

Taehyung stared at your small and defined figure for so long that he didn’t think about helping you. He drooled over your body until you asked him for help. “For the love of God, let me out of this petticoat.” You groaned, a layer of sweat already on your skin. Taehyung got up by holding onto his knees. It would be so embarrassing if you noticed his erection. He felt guilty about popping an erection while you were being so domestic and natural around him.

Taehyung's hands found the two elastic strings. “It is too tight, darling.” He shared his observations quietly, but you shivered at the words. Would he say that while you two… have sex? Would you be tight for him? Taehyung swallowed thickly, realising what he said. 

Up close your skin was even smoother. It took everything in Taehyung not to ogle. “I can’t believe women are forced to wear such restricted garments,” he said, desperately wanting to touch your skin, but he took steps back, hoping his erection would go down quickly.

You nodded, “Could you help me with my corset too?” You asked while taking off your petticoat. Taehyung had already started diverting his eyes while his hands stuffed into his pockets. 

“Oh- It’s okay, I’ll call the-um…” You felt your neck burn with embarrassment as he avoided touching you, and you were thinking it would be okay to change clothes in front of him. The hotel’s owner's wife had offered a helper lady, but you denied it without giving it a thought. Now, you wouldn’t be able to ask for room service as you were already undressed.

“Could you ask one-” Your voice sounded weak. A sudden dry throat didn’t allow you to speak. You clutched at your chest, trying to cover yourself as Taehyung turned his head to the side. Why didn’t he look at you? Were you not pretty or flattered in your undergarments?

Taehyung could easily pick up the sad tone in your voice. “I can help you further if- if you don’t mind, my darling.” 

Even though the words came from his heart, from his sole desire to take care of you, they didn’t sound sincere to you. You worried that he thought you were using him.

“The housekeepers must be very busy. This place is overbooked…” Taehyung took a step closer to you, his eyes laid on the silky corset cover and the corset itself, tightly secured on your body.

“Taehyung-” You took a deep breath and folded your arms under your breasts. Then, Taehyung looked you in the eyes.

“You don’t have to do anything just because I want to. I don’t want to force things on you. That- that would make me a very bad person.” You grew angry when he averted his eyes again.

“Darling, that is not my intention.” He took another step closer to you, but this time you turned your back to him as his words rang in your ears. Your hands returned to your back to find the knot in the middle. There were four strings knotted cross two times. As you didn’t see which side to start, you mindlessly pulled on one of the ends. Thankfully, the corset became a bit looser to give you enough space to move in. You drew your hands to the front to hook off the corset from the front side. You tried to pull your stomach and chest in to give yourself ease but still, the knots in the back were too tight. 

You scoffed, your own corsets—the ones you used as a nurse never had these problems. You could take them off in a breeze as they were knotted on the front and less complicated. However, your mother had discarded them saying you were no longer part of the working class. You were an aristocratic daughter trapped in her stupid corset.

Taehyung didn’t want you to struggle and he replaced your hands with his. “I am sorry, my love. Please allow me.” His breath hit your neck and as an unashamed girl, you felt aroused in seconds. 

As he loosened the strings in the middle, you let out a deep breath. Finally, the tightness on your chest was gone as you took off your strict undergarment.

“We can eat dinner in our room if you like.” Taehyung patted your sides. It worried him how you seemed yellow all of a sudden. Was it because of your tight corset? 

You shook your head no, “I don’t min-d.” Taehyung furrowed his brows at how shaky your voice was. Your nose was red as well as your whole bare neck.

“Darling?” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You whimpered; Taehyung buried his nose into your bare neck. “I always want to touch you; you must know that. Please don’t feel ashamed. I always want to feel your flesh on mine all the time. But you must also know how you affect me…” He said, eliciting a scoff from you. Your effect on him? Does he mean his pure aversion?

“Do you know how frustrating it is to keep getting denied?” You asked with a pout. Taehyung opened his eyes while his face was still buried in your neck. He could see the swell of your breasts very easily, so he immediately shut his eyes back. 

“Do you know how frustrating it is to walk around like… this?” Taehyung pressed your lower back to his crotch. You immediately felt his erection, positioned against his abdomen. You squeaked.

“You make me insane, Y/N.” He caressed your back. “And you have the audacity to sulk at your future husband. Must I stay on my knees every single moment to prove my love to you?” Taehyung bit down your neck, and you shivered. 

“It is not my fault that I desire you uncontrollably, Taehyung.” You continued pouting. Taehyung ran his thumb on your bottom lip and groaned at your confession. 

“Oh my sweet, baby,” he murmured while looking at your red cheeks. He couldn’t understand a young woman’s endless needy burn. “Don’t baby me,” You pushed his hand with a pout. Why didn't he see you as a desirable woman? 

Taehyung looked at you in shock when you pushed him, “My darling, your desires are reciprocated. I feel the same desire, if not more…” He pulled you in again, laying your forehead on his lips. He pressed a few innocent kisses, “It would be such a crime if I didn’t yearn you, my gorgeous love. But you must understand why I refrain-” His low and steady voice didn’t ease you.

“But you enjoyed your time with other ladies without refraining yourself. Am I not simply enough for you or not as important as them?” Oh, there was the deep jealousy you harboured for every woman he ever laid his eyes on. “Maybe I should have spent my endless night in the arms of many men, and then you could maybe understand how I feel.”

Taehyung hissed with a bad taste in his mouth, “No woman in this world is comparable to you. Your worth in my heart is never a subject to question. There is only you now and forever.” 

You shrugged, no matter how much he said he was loyal to you, you couldn’t extinguish your flaming jealousy. “I-” You held yourself from arguing any further. One said that wife’s endless bickering caused the man’s life. 

“I simply crave you endlessly, and I-I wish we could be more- physical like you were with other women in your life.” Taehyung’s arms sank. 

“But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want, Taehyung. I understand.” You pressed a simple innocent kiss to his hand on your face and kindly returned to your clothes on the chair.

Taehyung gulped, his erection further throbbed. “It is not that I don’t want you, my love. I am afraid that I will hurt you, or that I will cause a big fiasco and damage your honour.” He explained calmly. “I want your soul and I want your body. I want you more than anything.” 

“I am promised to you, Taehyung.” Your engagement ring shined as you took off your earrings and undone your hair.

“You are…” Taehyung hugged you from behind. His hands wrapped around your waist. “My promised girl…” He kissed your hair. He looked at you through the mirror ahead of you two. 

“Gosh, how sexy you are…” Taehyung’s hand shook as he carefully caressed your stomach and he kept kissing your neck.

You smiled at him sweetly and continued to brush your hair in the small space he gave you. 

“Your smell is truly exciting, baby. It is such a sweet drug, it heals me.” His hand held the hair brushed sweetly and smelt it. “My love,” His eyes were closed, otherwise you could see them roll back. 

“You should change into your clothes too, Taehyung.” You knew giving him a cold shoulder wasn’t the most mature thing you could do. But it hurt you endlessly to see him so unaffected. 

Taehyung understood your thoughts from your voice and pressed a final kiss to your neck, “I love you, Y/N.” His voice was not loud but very clear.

You smiled at him back, and rubbed his hand on your stomach, “I love you too, Taehyungie.” Despite your momentary annoyance, your love for him was undeniable. 

Taehyung let out a long, relaxed breath. He might have cried if you didn’t say I love you back. He reluctantly released your body from his arm, you shivered at the cold air after his body left.

Taehyung returned to the suitcase, his clothes were mixed with yours. He tried to pull some decent clothing. He picked up his dark brown velvet suit and returned to the mirror. 

He was going to undress in front of him as you did. However, you avoided Taehyung’s eyes. You walked to the single chair in front of the fireplace, Taehyung only saw your side profile.

Your reasoning was quite simple. You didn’t want to provoke yourself any further. Taehyung knew that, but he wanted more, just like you.  “You can’t look at me too, darling?” Despite his understanding, Taehyung was slightly offended. 

“I just feel very cold, my love.” Your extra sweet voice tried to cover your bitter mind as the fireplace warmed your rigid muscles.

Taehyung wasn’t a quitter, he walked around the chair and stood in front of you. You dropped your head back to look at his large figure. His large hands caressed your face, dragging your bottom lip down. 

“Don’t sulk at me.” His voice was stern but hinted a glimpse of playfulness. You dropped your tongue out and pressed against his thumb to provoke him.

“You little coquette,” He inserted his pointer finger into your mouth instead. He watched you as you glided his long digit slowly between your wet lips.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He asked sternly again as he pushed his finger against your rhythm. Your mouth pushed him immediately as a reflex. 

“Is this why you are being so naughty?” He leaned in and whispered into your ear. 

“It is not my fault if my fiancé can’t meet my needs.” You challenged while drooling into his hand. Taehyung’s eyes fluttered, the lengths you would go to make him lose his mind was impossible. 

“Do you think I can’t meet your needs? Huh? Let’s see,” He mumbled, sliding your sleeves off your shoulders. Your soft breasts were welcomed by the warm air coming from the fireplace. 

Taehyung hissed at the sight of them, sitting there pretty, juicy… You watched his expression very closely. The side of his mouth pulled to the sides, normally he would bite down his lips to conceal his hungry expression, but he didn’t do that now. He let his hunger read by your eyes.

“You think I can’t meet your needs?” He asked as lowered his hands to his sides, his low voice never sounded this drenched with sexual frustration. 

You pushed your chest out instinctively to make him touch them. “Maybe…” you mumbled a lie. 

“Get up, my love.” He ordered, voice far from cold. You followed excitedly. Taehyung’s eyes gazed at your knobby nipples. He wanted to wrap his mouth around them now… 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked when you were raised up to your feet. His gentleman side made you smirk, for a second you had thought he was gonna be rough with you. 

“Yes.” You answered with a pout, only his unbuttoned shirt at your eye level.

“Look me in the eyes.” You heard Taehyung gulp. When your eyes met his, you saw not an angry or frustrated man- you saw a man in love. 

“Taehyung…” You sighed his name under his caring caramel eyes, leaning towards his body. You sighed again when your bare chest touched his almost naked one. 

His hand held your chin delicately, “My love…” He sighed back while his eyes danced around your face. He looked at you as if he was seeing his own God. 

“My love.” You nuzzled into his hand. It was when Taehyung aimed for your lips. 

This was not your first kiss. However, every single one of them made you lose your mind, your breath. His lean lips were mostly messy when he kissed you. Despite every bit of control Taehyung had, he became a desperate lover in disguise. But this time Taehyung’s kiss was calculated. He overwhelmed you with his tongue and pulled back right after.

Every time he pulled back, he pulled your body onto him. Your legs didn’t even try to support you as they cutely trembled every second you spent lips locked with your husband-to-be. His title made you grow hungrier. 

“Ahh,” You whined, clasping your hands more securely to his shoulders. Taehyung felt how you were trying to climb onto him. He bit your lip down, “Tae-” You gasped, immediately pulling back. However, Taehyung chased you immediately, sucking your lip, and invading your mouth with his large, thick tongue once again.

As you were comprehending his warm tongue in your mouth, his large hands wrapped around your thighs. And with a simple tug, Taehyung picked you up.

A scream let your mouth, he never had done that before. “Be quiet, baby.” He warned you as your stomach clenched at the anticipation. You hugged him tighter, “How could you- do- what?” You looked around in his arms, legs locked around his waist. Everything seemed different… a lot smaller.

Taehyung scoffed, “Pick you up? You weigh like a leaf, baby.” Taehyung’s hands held you on your asscheeks. He pulled you even higher, and for the first time he was reaching up to kiss you.

“Tae-h-yung..” You moaned the second and melted on his lips. As you sloppily kissed his lips, Taehyung carried you to the bed a few steps ahead. His thighs hit the bedside. He smirked with anticipation, “I am gonna show you how well I can meet your needs.” 

You looked him in the eyes just before he dropped you to bed. You immediately hold yourself on your elbows to watch him. Taehyung pulled off his button-up, making the little buttons rip apart. 

You gasped and watched him like his good girl. “Up, baby.” Taehyung got on the bed and pulled you over the pillows. “Let me kiss you everywhere, huh?” He said before diving into your neck. With his whole body weight on you, it felt like you could burst at any moment. 

Your lips said gibberish, “Taehyung, baby, baby…” He hummed every time you called his name.  He sucked along the vein on your neck, feeling your frantic heartbeat when he pressed your tongue on it.

“I own your pleasure just like I own you.” He whispered into your skin. You pulled his hair back, “Yes, yes, you own me, Ta-eh-yung.”

He smirked knowingly, “Say it again, my little slut.”

“You have me, Taehyung.” You gasped out, desperately trying to kiss his lips. “Hmm,” Taehyung’s attention was on somewhere else.

Your nipples were the next. He kissed around one of your nipples, chin grazing over it. Your soft nipples slowly got erected as Taehyung warmly breathed over your wet skin.

“S-so gg-od-d,” You writhed against the mattress and layers of bedding. Without a doubt, he licked a small stripe on your nipple.

A series of moans left your mouth after one single lick, and you pulled on his brown hair. “Do you like that, baby?” He asked you and gave you another small timid lick. This time, you let out a guttural moan. “You are so naughty. You do everything to get me angry and rail you like a whore. Is that what you want, huh? You want to be my whore?” Taehyung spitted the words with his deep low voice that melted your insides. His hips rutted against you. You nodded vigorously as he laughed.

“My baby, my lovely fiancée and my little whore…” He licked around your nipple slowly, eyes fixed on the brownish-pink knobby nipple. “My virgin whore… hmm?”

You squeaked, “Yes, yes, your whore, I am yours!” Taehyung faked a gasp at your words. “You have such a bad mouth-” Taehyung tried to discipline you, but you knew it better.

“Maybe you should stuff it with your dick, Taehyung?” Your smart mouth did you good when Taehyung buried his face into your chest again with a groan. He kissed and bit every bit of skin he could reach. “Dirty girl… What happened to my sweet innocent babygirl?”  Your warm smooth skin was enough to have Taehyung have uncountable fantasies. His cum on your skin sounded more than he could ever fantasize.  

“Taehyung, don’t mark- Oh my God….” You tried to resist his sinning mouth. 

“I will mark you the way I want. You are mine after all…” Taehyung brushed his nose along your jaw. 

“But my maids!” You insisted but turned your head to the side so his mouth could take advantage. 

“Then you shall not have maids, my love. After all, I am the only one who is responsible for you. I will dress you every morning.” He groaned into your ear, one of his legs was between your thighs and your hips were trying to hump him.

“Oh, are you needy, my love?” He asked as he pinned your hips to the bed. You moaned in frustration. “Are you rubbing your sweet juices onto me?” Taehyung always made you ride his thigh and dirty his clothes. Then, he touched himself with wet patches on his pants, imagining your sweet weight on him.

“See it for yourself…” You cried as his mouth kept sucking little roses to your breasts.

“Mhmm, my sweet love… Can I taste it for myself?” He rubbed his nose where he just sucked a pink bruise. 

You mewled an answer. Taehyung cooed, “Isn’t this what you wanted all month, Y/N? You teased me so brutally.” 

Taehyung watched you hiccup as his warm breath blew onto your knobby nipple. “Such a sexy woman I have. Absolutely ravishing.” He took your nipple in his mouth and groaned while sucking it in his warm mouth.

Your back arched into his mouth, your hands were pushing him on the shoulders when the sensation got too hot and pulling him back when you craved it. You thought the pleasure was unbearable. “Taetae,” You mewled. One of your hands brushed your hair out of your face. 

“Mhmm, fiancée…My whore…” Taehyung let you pull him off your chest. You heaved when he hovered over you. “What do you want, baby?” He asked. 

Your eyes blinked open, “I want you. I want you so much, Taehyung.” 

“Where do you want me, babygirl?” He raspily asked.

“Between my legs…” Your cheeks burnt like oak wood on a winter night. Taehyung laughed through his nose, “Tell me where, baby.” He kissed your earlobe. You couldn’t bring yourself to say where it is, and Taehyung knew that.

“Is it somewhere sinful, baby?” Taehyung loved playing into your innocence, the more he played into it, the needier you became. You nodded, suddenly the confident sexy persona of yours had melted into a puddle at Taehyung’s feet.

“Mhmm, I could have guessed since you…” He took a big breath in your neck, “you are still rubbing yourself to be like a little slut….” He kissed the top of your shoulders. 

“What are you, baby?” He asked, eyes expecting an answer. 

You choked out your answer, “I am yo- girlf-riend…” Taehyung immediately tsked, his lips brushed yours, hands caressed your shoulders as you whined. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are my slut, my fucking wife-to-be…” 

You gasped as his hand wrapped around your neck, “My pliant little fiancée, you are so good for me… sitting with my family prettily, being a good girl,  knitting for me too. Mhmm? You are going to be the best wife, right?” His veiny strong hand only looked like he was squeezing, however, he was gently holding your neck, feeling your throat gulp. 

“I am going to have a beautiful wife…” He looked at your teary eyes as you nodded vigorously. Taehyung groaned, you were his… He could have you the way he wanted. 

“Can you take my trousers off, princess?” He babied you with his head tilted to the side. You nodded eagerly, “Free me.” You patted his hand on your neck. Taehyung released you in a second and his hand went to your bare boobs. His large, long hand engulfed one of them easily and slightly squeezed it. Despite the heat pooling in your underwear, you followed his request. 

You had undressed him before, but excitement struck you nevertheless. Taehyung smirked at your excitement, “Can you do it, my love?” He rose to his knees, his free hand brushing your shaky ones.

“I have undressed many men, Taehyung.” You wanted to sound clever and refer to your job at the military hospital, but Taehyung looked displeased. 

“You are only to undress your husband from now on.” He looked at your eager hands at the top of his crotch.

Despite your said experience, you were shaking like a leaf with excitement. “But I have never undressed such a handsome man like you, fiancé.” Calling him by his title still made your insides tickle. 

Taehyung responded by only patting your hair, thankfully your precise hands sided with you and took care of the one button in a blink. Before you could take it off completely, Taehyung’s hand wrapped around your hair and pulled it back.

“Where is your manners, baby?” His low demanding voice made your pussy cream itself. You cried another whine out, “Please?” You asked with a timid voice.

Taehyung’s eyes closed when he brought his fingers to caress your lips. Your lips immediately fell open to greet his long slender digits. Taehyung bit inside of his cheeks, your mouth was so tempting, warm, wet. Your pretty tongue came out and licked his thumb. 

Taehyung hissed at the contact and memorized its texture immediately.  “More?” You asked right after you wrapped your lips around his thumb. This was your time to tease him more, make him unforgettably hard that he will suffer from that boner for years.

“Baby,” He needed to get on track otherwise you were going to make him orgasm. “Be a good girl and lay back…” Taehyung took his thumb out and held your chin. His low voice excited you, a playful hitch left your throat.

You laid back with him following you. His upper body pressed yours, his insanely warm skin pressing your cold one was enough to get your eyes rolling. “Mhmm, isn’t this nice, baby?” He asked you, eyes locked on your lips. Your hands wrapped around his neck and brought his lips onto yours. 

He smiled when he hovered his lips over you, he could feel your heartbeat against his chest. “You want to kiss me again, darling?” He brushed your nose with yours.

You pulled his hair slightly, “Taehyung.” You tried to sound demanding but his insanely hot body on top of yours made it impossible. He didn’t wait too long and connected your lips together.

Oh, his sweet, velvety lips… He was the definition of smoothness, charm and oh, loveliness. Your heart poured out when he slowly started to kiss you. Despite his slightly hard and mocking tone earlier, he melted inside your mouth like hot chocolate.

“Such a good kisser.” Taehyung was loving the way you kissed him back, giving your everything back to him eagerly. You shivered at his compliment.

“Learned from the best.” Your breath hit Tae’s now wet lips. Taehyung chuckled and then buried his face into the crook of your neck. He took a big whiff, followed by a sensual groan as if he had his favourite meal for dinner.

“Taehyung…” you bucked your hips up to him. “I want to be good for you.” Taehyung’s eyes rolled back in his head, his lip tingled from your needy statement. 

“You do, kitten?” His voice was unclear, pressing wet suck onto your shoulder.

You were an absolute mess, no matter how much he kissed you before. “My love,” Taehyung sighed as he lost track. His hips subtly bucked up to yours, lowly mewling as your half-bare skin touched his trousers. 

“Please take off your trousers completely, baby” You begged him as his clothed member rubbed you. Oh, how big he was, only the swift touch was enough to remember how gifted Taehyung was. He was large enough to make you lose your breath and mind.

Taehyung let your hands find their way to his trousers, “Baby…” He growled when your finger brushed around his head. You circled the large meaty tip while whining.

Taehyung leaked as you touched him and ruined his underwear. You bit your lip at the sight of his aroused face. He rarely gave you this much time to touch him. You tried your luck by going down his shaft. 

Taehyung followed your fingers with a low growl, which made you retract your fingers. His animal-like whine was definitely out of the need for you. It did stroke your ego. “Hands off, love.”

After your hands pulled back, Taehyung brought his hands onto your clothed waist. Your chemise was pooling around your waist and covering your private areas from his eyes. That didn’t mean Taehyung didn’t feel the heat radiating from it. Your pretty cunt was burning against his thigh. Most probably it was messy with your juices. Taehyung’s hips bucked up to you at the thought, he licked his lips. 

“Baby,” he ran his hand from your waist along your sides. You held your breath in as he caressed the cotton fabric of your undergarment. 

He smoothly ran down, and both of you hitched when your bare skin touched his. Taehyung felt your smooth skin as you shivered at his numbing fingertips. Taehyung drew circles on your thighs and momentarily rubbed your knees to warm them up.

His touch was the opposite of soothing. Your heartbeat was beyond any normality, breathing hard as a stallion after a Sunday race.

“Let’s play a game, Y/N.” He cockily said. “Everywhere I touch with my fingers, I have to kiss too…” 

You only heard his hands gliding up to your thighs to your hips after that. Your thighs pressed together instinctively, but he already had his hands between them. You let out a long, high moan. His hands were inches away from your heat. If you could buck up, his fingers would touch your heat.

So you did. “Tae!” It almost sounded like a cry. “Yes, baby” he answered sweetly as he ran his finger inside your thigh, collecting a taste while he perfectly managed to block your attempts. He mockingly laughed.

“I can already smell your taste, baby.” Taehyung licked his lips. You clenched your thighs even harder, locking his hand between them harder. 

Taehyung laughed lowly, signs of adoration were apparent. “Baby, spread your legs.”

His low voice made your thighs lock even harder, you bit your lip, ready to face the consequences. “I can’t…” You whined. Every muscle on your body was convulsing excitedly. 

Taehyung rubbed your hip with his free hand, “Why is that, baby? Don’t you want me to touch your…” He brought his lips right to your ear, “touch your little pussy? Make her so wet for me, cream for me, huh?” 

He didn’t need to do anything, you already started pushing out more warm juice. Taehyung was pleased with your reaction. “Even my words are enough to get you soaking, baby. Do you still think I can’t please you?” He rubbed the smallest circle against your pelvic bone. He could imagine your creamy juices rubbing up there, lips enclosing that beautiful pearl. 

“Spread…” Taehyung was ready to let his horny side take over him, that was what you wanted. “It is me, baby. Don’t be shy.” He pecked your lips. “I will pleasure you, my love, just like the way you were begging me…” 

You squeezed his hand even harder, you were being ridiculous. He was right, you were begging him to touch you all the time, and now don’t let him feel you.  “But Taehyung was a patient man…” you thought. And very handsome… Your real-life prince, your one true love, your soulmate… 

“Can you kiss me, my love?” You asked him in a small voice coated with arousal.

Taehyung groaned at the pet name, he would do everything as long as you called him my love. He connected your lips in a second, taking his sweet time despite the hard erection he had. 

This time Taehyung kissed you like he was hugging your lips with his. He was rubbing your waist with his free hand, his chest grazing over yours sweetly. To his surprise, your thighs were still quivering; but they were slightly open now, giving his hand space to move.

“Do you trust me, baby?” Taehyung backed off as you chased his lips. Your swollen lips were attached to his chin. “Yes, yes, I do, my love.” You answered with a breath. Your confidence and trust in him aroused Taehyung even more. You were so ready to give yourself to him. 

“Do you want me to guide you, darling?” His question confused you. Yes, he was supposed to guide you. What sort of a question was that?

Taehyung saw your confusion, “Do you want me to tell you what I am going to do or would you like to be surprised?” He explained further without messing up your mood. 

You nodded, “I want to be surprised… but, but-” Taehyung watched you speak eyes closed. “But I want you to talk to me.” 

If your eyes were open, you could see how much you made Taehyung gulp. “Do you want me to talk dirty to you?” Taehyung placed his forehead next to your ear. He could easily whisper into your ear like this. 

“Do you want me to say how much  I want to play with this pussy?” You anticipated the touch. Your hips were trying to chase his fingers but Taehyung’s firm body made you slightly immobile. 

“Yes, yes. Please, please..” You cried out in pleasure. Your hands were securely planted on his shoulders, trying to move his body on yours.

“Oh, I will tell you then. I will tell you how many times I imagined these lips would feel…” Taehyung touched your outer lips with a hiss. Just like he imagined they were drenched. Your reaction was similar, your body jolted up at the contact. 

“Ha-ah, did y-yo-u reall-yy?” You asked. His growl was enough of an answer. “You have no idea...” He shushed you with a wet kiss and continued his dirty ministrations. There were more than a few moments where he fucked his fist while imagining painting your sweet cunt with his seed.

Your back arched deeply at the next swipe, this time his thumb nestled between your soaking, warm lips. “Tae…hyung.” You breathed out to his face. His firm body was the only thing that was keeping you bound to the bed. 

Taehyung muttered some curses under his breath, “Taehyung…” You held the root of his hair as he started to move his fingers. His thumb found your clit very easily, “That’s the pretty pearl, huh?” 

You gasped, how could something so little could be this shaking? You quivered in sweet sensation. “It is magical, right?” He asked as he pressed the pad of his thumb. 

“Yeah… It feels.. mhm. Taehyung!” Taehyung watched your pleasure crumble. “You became such a needy girl. You want me to touch this little clit until it breaks, huh?” He kissed your pout as your teary eyes opened and found him. 

He was the definition of your pleasure. You couldn’t be mad if he broke your things. “Let me feel you, baby…” He murmured, Taehyung had more in mind than just rubbing your pleasure spot. 

“Let me feel these butterflies…” He closed his eyes and tried to imagine them as his pointer finger stroked your inner lips lightly. Your reaction was another high-pitched cry and endless tugs. Letting him have all the power was comforting at all times; but when he teased, Taehyung was infuriating. You almost wished he let you ride his thigh. 

“Ohh, they are so wet too, baby.” Taehyung followed them until very down, feeling your gaping core seriously drenched with your juices. “You are doing so good, baby. My good fiancée…” Your head was slightly turned to the side, lips bit down as pleasure coated your face with just a simple stroke from his finger. Taehyung kissed your cheek cutely as if he didn’t have his hand inside your underwear. “I can feel your little hole, baby.” Taehyung circled his pointer finger around the twitching hole, you mewled. 

“Taehyung, I will explode…” Your voice asked for mercy. If you could whine and mewl enough, maybe he would grant your wish and stuff himself into you. You would absolutely explode then. 

Taehyung felt your hole clenching harder as your thoughts went wilder. He immediately brought his thumb onto your clit again. He precisely pressed onto the spot while caressing your inner lips. “You are clenching so hard baby, relax pussy for me…” 

You scoffed, “I can’t help it…” He knew that.

“How do you plan to fit my cock in here, baby? You are so small. Feel, you can’t even take my one finger in…” Taehyung groaned, he knew that you could take his one finger at you if he slightly pushed. He was actually afraid if he could get it out by the way you are clenching.

“But that’s normal… My- mhmm, baby.” Taehyung felt a gush of your juice dripping out. Maybe he should have stopped circling your clit. 

You held Taehyung’s bicep, you could feel the muscles flexing as he rubbed your numb clit while caressing your inner lips. His fingers were intimidated by your clenching core, so he only slightly tried to push his one finger in. You dug your fingers into the meaty bicep when you felt him slowing down. Your guttural groan stopped him fully. 

“Taehyung!” You screamed. “Please, don’t stop, baby, please... Please, I am so crazy for you.” 

Your loose mouth made Taehyung go back to action with more vigour. That was it, he was going to make you cum now. 

“You are? You are so horny for me, huh?” He repeated your words as his hips started moving against your hips without him realising it. 

“Yes, love. So much. You are doing so g-good.” You wished you could do better in dirty talk. 

“Y/N…” He hid his face in your neck, your intoxicating smell could make him orgasm on its own. 

“Cum for me.” He ordered. “Cum all over your lover’s hand baby. I can’t wait to be drenched by you, ohh, be covered in your juices.” You nodded mindlessly while your hips worked back to his hand. 

“You would rather it was my big cock, right. You want it buried in your sweet cunt. You want me to co-rrupt you and g-ive you m-my babies.” Both of you moaned in unison. Your high came to you in bliss. Your thighs locked over Taehyung’s hand.

“Y/N…” He moaned seconds before your orgasm, but you couldn’t hear him from the intensity of your orgasm. You were sure that your breathing stopped at one point. 

Taehyung pressed your waist slowly to stop your back from arching, your one leg around his waist kicked straight as you hummed a sweet moan. “Good girl…” He praised you as you tried to calm down your shaking. “You are so pretty…” Your gaped mouth, closed eyes, bruised lips… They were too pretty. 

“Taetae…” You squeezed your thighs back. Taehyung kept caressing your skin. His mind was hazy from the smell of your orgasm. “You’ve done a good job, baby…” He praised you. 

Your light giggle filled his ears. “You did, too.” Taehyung left your little clit alone and dipped your fingers down in your lips. Just like he expected, you were absolutely wet. He moved his finger to hear the squelching sound. 

You groaned in embarrassment. Taehyung flicked his fingers even harder to make a louder sound. “This is how much this cunt loves me, mhmm? Just for me…”

You moaned, you could orgasm from this. Taehyung watched your face. You were concentrating on your orgasm again. He felt a sudden pride. “I can make you cum with just two of my finger tips.” 

You groaned, Taehyung joined you with a laugh “But I haven’t finished yet.” Your eyes opened largely at his words. He finally made eye contact with your glowing eyes.

“I said I will kiss everywhere I touch, right?” He licked his lips in anticipation. Your hands pushed him. Taehyung knew you didn’t actually want to push him off. 

“I want that too, yes…” You immediately proved him right. Your little horny body was too stimulated to take in Taehyung’s naughty words. “But… but I am so sensitive.” You didn’t mean to shiver. “What if I squeeze your head too?” You said it in a mockingly shy voice.

“My love, that would be my happiest place to be trapped in.” Taehyung’s eyes fluttered. His face got taken over by a faint smile. You touched the side of his mouth, his full cheeks. His smile largened quickly before pressing kisses to your fingertips. “If that’s your concern, I can help you do this.” He said after coming to his senses. You looked at him with a smile, excitingly waiting for his next move. 

“I won’t trap you, okay? Tell me if you don’t like it.” His extra warning made you extra excited. 

You kept peering up at him with a smile on your face. He studied your face, no sign of doubt was there.  “Let me, babygirl.” He whispered when his large hand grabbed both of your thighs strongly and pressed them apart. A high pitch squeak left your mouth.  Your knees were pushed to the sides with his iron grip. You tried to close your legs again but there was no chance. Your hips weakly bucked followed by a whine from your sweet mouth. You didn’t think he could command your position this easily. If your long chemise could allow, you would be fully spreaded and bare for him to see.

Meanwhile, Taehyung kept looking for signs of your discomfort, but you granted him a chuckle. “What is so funny, Miss?” He expected you to moan from you- not that he didn’t find your laughter amusing.

“I must be dreaming…” Your hands came on his large ones resting on your thighs. 

Taehyung bit his lip, “I am definitely not…” He murmured as he laid on you, this time spreading your legs ever so slightly with his knees. Your chemise rid up to your thighs, his clothed hard crotch pressed against your thigh.

“This is not even close to what my finite mind could make up. You are beyond my dreams, my love.” Taehyung had already missed kissing you in such a short amount of time. So, he indulged. He sweetly kissed your cheeks as your hands found their way to his nape. You felt him twitch. You wonder if he was aware of it. “Did you dream about this?” Your voice was still joyful. 

Taehyung scoffed, “You cannot even imagine what I want to do to you, Y/N.” Despite your happy mode, your body went back to having small shivers and twitches. “You have no idea how much I want to play with this little pussy.” Taehyung’s voice got lower and throaty as he finished speaking. His manhood twitched as he deeply inhaled.

“Wh-wha-at?” You asked in a small voice. If Taehyung wasn’t a breath away, he would have missed it. 

“Let me show you, love.” Actions speak louder than words. So he got on his mission.

You welcomed his warm lips on yours sweetly. You kissed him timidly, too excited about the proximity of his member. To not wait any longer, Taehyung skipped past your neck. Your hands encouragingly held him. You searched for the courage to ask him for a touch…

“Mhmm, Taehyung…” Maybe for the first time tonight, you moaned this sensually. Your head was clogged with his hard member. For a second you were sure he would let you touch it. Your moan forced Taehyung to stop his mouth and look up at you. Your eyes were already locked on him. 

You brushed his hair out of his face, looking at him with admiration tinted with pleasure. Taehyung kept eye contact with you as his brushed his nose against your nipple. A giggly whine left your mouth. Your nipple became harder with the smallest touch. Taehyung bit his bottom lip to make sure he didn’t pierce through the prettiest breasts. He gave you enough time to prepare for his next move. You watched him wet his lips and open his mouth slowly. Despite your anticipation, another whine ripped through your throat as his warm mouth wrapped around your bare nipple. His hips rutted onto your thigh ever so slightly. 

It took you even more to get over this little sensation. Much to Taehyung’s surprise, you spoke coherently. You could not just lay here and enjoy pleasure selfishly.  “Taehyung, stop.” 

Taehyung tried to get up on you in an instant, but you kept him by the head.  “Little sweet whore, do you want me to stop or continue?” He said as you didn’t let him get up. 

“It feels so sensitive there…” You whispered, feeling guilty because you made him feel guilty. 

“My love, we can stop anywhere you want.” He lovingly cooed you while you realised his manhood against you, only underwears in between. It throbbed at this very moment. 

“No, no, I don’t want to stop.” You clung even harder to him, lowering his face to cover him in your kisses. Taehyung smiled as your lips danced over his cheeks and eyes. However, your cuteness soon ceased. 

“I want to please you too, Taehyung.” You whined. You were very selfish when it came to pleasure. Taehyung helped you with all of your needs to the best extent but never let you pleasure him fully. He was secondary. He came but his orgasm was never the focal point.

“Love,” He breathed loudly. His cock throbbed more to prove him wrong. “Let me help you too.” You asked. “Maybe it will help me get less sensitive too.” You said while covering your nipples. They were getting harder at Taehyung’s gaze. 

“Baby,” He breathed again. You arched your back to show him your desperation. 

“Let me touch you, baby.” Your hands slowly and gently went to his chest. He had always been very soft with you. It was why you always felt good when you were with him. You knew he meant comfort, pleasure and fun. You would never expect less of him. 

Taehyung moved away from your touch when come too close to his crotch. You recognised this gesture from yours. “Can I continue?” You asked, lips already trembling at the possible rejection.

“I am so weak with your touch, my love.” He cried out. “You make me so drunk…” He whispered as he rubbed his face to your chest. 

“You make me so weak too…” You whispered in return, patting his hair. He stayed there for a few minutes while throbbing violently. 

“How much do you want me, Taehyung?” You asked him, you were annoyed by how many times you had to have this conversation. 

“My love,” He picked himself up and peered at you from your chest. “Just be honest. How much do you want me sexually?”

Taehyung answered immediately, “So so so much, very much. All the time, always…”  He kissed up to your lips. 

“That’s exactly how much I want you back.” You spoke into his mouth as he nodded. 

“Never, I will always crave you more.” He said childishly. You giggled. He cut your giggles with a snap of his hips. “Never, I crave you more.” He said back.

“I crave you more.” He snapped this thigh again, this time his crotch pressing your bare core momentarily. 

You couldn't answer back this time. Long breathy shakes felt your mouth as he granted himself the pleasure.

“My love,” He growled. If he raised onto his knees and pulled you closer, he could give you more powerful thrusts. “Yes, baby?” You asked while your lips aimed for his. 

You held his gorgeous head and looked him in the eyes. “I want you to cum, Taehyung. Please…Anyway you want… I just want to see you cum for me.” There was no shame or shyness. You wanted to see him fall apart for you, lose his mind for you.

Taehyung’s eyes completely rolled back at your request. Fuck, yes he will give you what you want. 

“Naughty girl…” He growled as you didn’t let him stand tall. “Let me get up and pound this little cunt, okay?” He slowly moved your hands clutching onto him. Then raised onto his knees on the soft bed. “Spread these nice and good…” His voice made you clench them immediately. “You said anything I want…” He rubbed your hips sweetly as your thighs spread on their own.

“Good girl,” He praised. 

A moan mixed with a whine bubbled through your mouth. He was going to make you lose your mind once again. “Taehyung…” Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh at your sensitive, overstimulated, horny body, eager to please him, oh so eager to please him. Only him.

“Who got you this sensitive, darling?” Taehyung pushed your chemise up your hips. You moaned, “You, baby.” He smiled.

“My- my- my Taehyung.” You said as he nestled between your legs firmly. “That’s right baby, I am yours.” Taehyung’s finger brushed on your pubic bone. He gave you one touch and pulled his finger back. Your body reacted similarly to before, hips bucking, mouth gaping. After you stop bucking your hips, you felt the move in his hands. You patiently waited for the next brush, and Taehyung did gave you another brush, this time with his clothed member. 

Your breath hitched with contact. It was so hot, almost like he was in a fever. It was heavy and hard. You were sure your skin was engraved by it with the slightest touch. Taehyung's body was so tense, especially his stomach. He was squeezing his muscles hard not to cum right down. 

Your warm core, inviting smell, and sinful voice was too much of a temptation. To make matters even harder for him, your hands came over his large shaky ones. 

“Me, me.” You mumbled, hoping that he would let him touch you. Your answer was granted when Taehyung brought his hands to his back. Now, he was under your hand, only his cotton underwear keeping you away from him. 

You wanted to wrap your hands around the meaty member immediately. But Taehyung had never given you the pleasure that straightforward. He would tease you in one way or another. He would grip your thighs, and breathe lowly to your ear. You wanted to tease him too. Teasing him so painfully that his ground would shake under him.

You looked at his tall body, his button-up was open to show his chest, arms cuffed to his elbows. His strong neck was more prominent as he dropped his head to the back. His hands were gripping and twisting the bedsheet.

“On me.” You said as you brought his hands to your waist. His face ghosted a smile as if he was drunk.

“You could come up if you like,” you teased while tugging his wrist towards your tit. Taehyung groaned, “naughty girl…” 

You giggled at his words, “Yes, I am your naughty girl…” Oh shit, you talked back. Taehyung’s hips bucked up to yours, whining at your power. You giggled again. 

You placed your hands on his thighs; they were meaty and generous enough to provide you endless orgasms before. You squeezed them strongly which made Taehyung breath hitch. You looked up at him immediately, his head was still dropped back. 

Just like you did to him, he let him enjoy his body. You examined his crotch carefully. His bulge was very apparent.

“Ghmmgg-hh” Taehyung let a loud groan when your finger touched where you assumed his tip was. His hips rutted against your finger poorly. “Do you like it?” You innocently asked, deep down, realising you have no idea what to do. 

“Yeah, baby. You make me so weak.” He whimpered. His strong jaw, characteristically lean eyes, prominent nose, lean lips… everything manly and strong and put-together about him had diminished. He was, now, just whimpering because you were touching him at the most sensual point on his body. You had him. “Can I hold you?” Regardless, your submissive nature combined with inexperience couldn’t yield this side of Taehyung. “Baby…” Taehyung lowered his eyes at you. “Please.” He whispered. 

At first, his plea was not understandable, but he slowly tugged your wrist and hand and held it like it was his. Then, cutting all the teasing, he wrapped around his thick cock. His underwear was still on, but it was very thin. You felt the smooth texture of his skin, some prominent veins. You instinctively squeezed it, not sure what is the best way. 

“You are so warm, Taehyung.” You whimpered as he guided your hand over his length. Taehyung’s abdomen was clenching more so decided to return to his position back on top of you. 

“Yeah, baby? You are so warm too.” He plotted one arm over your head and hovered over your body. His shirt fell open towards you, you wanted to take it off, but both of your hands were occupied. You didn’t want to lose your privilege to touch him there. Taehyung moaned so sensually again. It seemed like he was never getting used to the sensation of your sweet warm hand, trying to jerk him. 

“Baby, don’t squeeze-” “Tae-s so hard…” Two of you moaned at the same time. “F- shi-” Taehyung gurgled the moans in his mouth, his hips were mindlessly rutting inside your fist. “For love of God-” You looked at him with large eyes. He sounded to be possessed by something. His eyes were closed and brows furrowed.

“Baby,” He groaned. “Can I take my- do you want to touch me bare?  I want to please.” He pleaded as his teary eyes opened.

You nodded immediately. “You don’t even need to ask, baby.” You said while he momentarily got up to discard his underwear. 

Taehyung had returned to your arms with another surprise. His button-up was also gone. For the first time, he was completely naked. Your shaky hands caressed his shoulders when he returned hovering over you. You wanted to touch every inch of his skin, but his hard dick waited for you. 

“Oh my…” You carefully lowered your eyes. There he was, free of every garment, standing up against his stomach. Your eyes momentarily closed as if he didn’t want you to look at it. When you opened them back, Taehyung was still standing there, with a lopsided grin on his face.

“Taehyung…” You whined in pain as someone pinched your skin. Your core leaked out twice as much juice in the sight of him. Your hips bucked up to meet him, but Taehyung pulled himself back in time. This time you cried in frustration, Taehyung kissed you to soothe you. 

“Shall we continue?” He asked as you sniffed. It was adorable how easily you could cry out of hornyness. 

“Do you want to help me, baby?” Taehyung playfully brushed your nose with his so that you could look him in the eyes, maybe his face was as exciting as his dick.

“Yeah,” You said, releasing your bottom lip from the tortuous grip of your teeth. “How do you want me?” Maybe, you should pull your garments up and show him how wet you were. Then, beg him to fuck you. 

“Put your hands here,” Taehyung brought your hands to your crotch. “Fist them,” He guided you with his shaky hands, cheeks are crimson red.

Taehyung fisted your hands right over your crotch, “Don’t move them, okay?” He pulled the collar of the chemise down to release your tits. When your right tit fell free, his lips couldn’t help but get a small taste.

“Look at you,” he said while you patiently waited for him. “You are such a good girl for me.” He kissed your forehead. You licked your lips, “Anything for you. Anything to get you-” Your words cut by Taehyung’s long groan. He kissed your lips and bit down your bottom lip before you could respond.

It drove him mad at how innocent you were and yet you got so dirty for him. You were his perfect girl. “Baby…” He connected his lips to your jaw, “I will put my dick in your fist, fuck it just like I would do to that wet cunt, okay?” You nodded.

 “Will it satiate my little, horny whore?” You cried out, “Yeah. But only for a little.” You shrugged. 

Taehyung giggled, “Thought so, you fucking whore.” He rubbed the tip of his cock against the side of your hand. “Mghmmm, Y/N.” He called your name, even this little contact turned him mad. He was almost ashamed of how easy you’d got him. 

“Babyyy,” He groaned again as he eased into your loose fist. “My sweet, little temptress…” His nose nudged yours with the slight movement of his hips to your fists. His lips pressed yours as you slowly squeezed him. The pressure got him weak, his mouth fell open on yours as his warm breath covered your face.

“Taehyung.” You aimed for his plushy lips, but your kisses fell on his chin. Your entire body was itching to touch his body, grab his shoulders, run your hand on his back, pull his hair; but your small hands were giving him the best fuck of his entire life. 

“Ghhhgh,” Taehyung growled instead of answering you. His lips slowly picked up a pace while looking into your eyes. Your eyes were silently encouraging him to corrupt you. His dick inside your fist was too large, he was straining them to fall open with every thrust but you secured a good on him. And it was hot, burning, scorching.  

It was your time to talk him dirty, well at least in your best way. “You will fuck me like this?” Such a failure. You asked in a small voice, hands getting incredibly wet and sticky because of Taehyung. You wanted him to feel pleasure, he deserved that after how well he had been treating you. Taehyung tried not to build a fast rhythm. He had to hold back and last longer. He shouldn’t return a minute man.

Taehyung seemed to be affected by your words as his hips snapped hard enough to shake the entire bed. His mouth closed on your neck, this time teeth getting involved. “I’ll f-fuc-kk y-u till y-ou c-can’t-tt ev-enn-” His ragged breath didn’t let him finish. He breathlessly continued pistoning into your fists. Even he doubted if he could ever do that. If you talked once again, he was sure to cum right away.  

“You are so hard, Taehyung…” You squeezed him to emphasise how rock-hard he was. Taehyung dug his teeth into your pulse. “And- Ah, baby…” You moaned at his wet tongue soothing the pain with a lick, and you continued with a breathy tone. “It is so long, baby.” You said it like it’s a secret. 

Taehyung’s member went past your two fists with ease and his mushroom tip hung out when he was all the way in. He was that long. “How are you going to fit him into me?” You asked with a buck up from your hips. Taehyung warningly groaned, and his one hand pushed your hips down. 

“I will finger you all night to get you loose for me.” He replied. 

“But it goes so far up…” You took a deep breath to enlarge your stomach so that his tip could brush against you. Taehyung cried a hush, but it didn’t make you shut up. You continued more desperately, “I want it in my mouth too, baby. Will you teach me that too?” You gulped. Maybe he would let you do it now?

Taehyung picked his face from your neck, his eyes were teary and desperate while maintaining that intimidating look. He let out a low whine, “I am going to release, baby.” His voice was hoarse, just like the way you love it. He wished he had a little mental space to rub your clit, trying to take you to orgasm with him, but his mind was completely occupied by you. By your touch, by your smell… 

You squeezed him more, slightly moving your hands along his shaft to match his thrusts. “Oh, Y/N.” He said while his back shook. 

There it was.  His orgasm, completely and most definitely owned by you. Taehyung kept eye contact with you as he released his warm seed into his hand. He burnt your face in his head. You were the reason for, not only his orgasm but his life. 

“Taehyung…” You murmured sweetly as his hips didn’t show any signs of slowing down. He kept fucking into your soiled fists while his mind ran wild. He thought every unspeakable thing while his mouth breathlessly confessed his love for the hundredth time. “I love you so much.” He smooched your lips once before he whined. Overstimulation was kicking in now, but he didn’t want to leave his nest. He was breathing fastly, his heart beating rapidly against your chest. His ears were ringing with the intensity of his orgasm.

You shakily unwrapped your fingers. Taehyung hissed loudly, he was just about to scold you for not being patient but you brought your dripping fingers to your mouth. 

Taehyung watched you in shock as you sucked on your pointer finger. His cum filled your mouth stickly. You pressed him against the top of your mouth to taste him properly. Bitter and addicting. 

Your dirty gesture almost angered Taehyung. How dare you? How dare you could be this dirty while looking like the most innocent angel?

“Dirty angel.” He tsked when you pushed your finger knuckle deep. A shrug followed his words. You licked your fingers eagerly. Right then, a bright idea striked your mind. 

Taehyung followed your eyes falling down to his cock. He was still standing tall and hard. Why was he still aroused after he orgasmed? 

Before you could ask him, Taehyung picked up his discarded shirt from the bed and wrapped it around his waist. 

“Don’t even think about it you, naughty angel.” He said scolding you playfully. You laid there, pouting, wishing to have your power on him back. Taehyung went to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean your hands. You huffed as walked on the wood and found his way to the bathroom. While you waited for him, your mind wondered why he was still aroused. You made him cum just now. Shouldn’t he be less full? You wondered as the mess on your hands and chemise was long forgotten. 

Taehyung came back a minute later. He was wearing a clean boxer with a prominent bulge. He silently sat down next to your legs and guided you once again. A gorgeous smile was ghosting his lips as he cleaned your hands. Taehyung bit his lips when your clean hands went to pull up the straps of your chemise.  He had to say goodbye to your nipples. You were getting ready to get up. Taehyung pouted, now he didn’t want to leave the bed. 

You raised onto your elbows, spreading your legs a little. “Can you clean down there, too? I am soaking wet.” you asked with little to no sexual request apparent in your tone. No one other than you knew how uncomfortable it is to sit while a puddle in your pants. 

Taehyung’s mouth went dry with the request. Suddenly, he could smell that wet cunt. He nodded, “I need a clean towel, baby.” He threw the dirty one to the ground as he got up again.  

You watched his back and plump ass as he walked back. His muscles were almost more apparent now. You squeezed your thighs involuntarily, the puddle down there was enough to swim in it. The slight buzzing on your clit ceased when Taehyung left the room. 

You comfortably spread your legs fully open. The warm air hit your creamy cunt. The fire had become very powerful and the room was very warm. You heard Taehyung open cabinets in the bathroom. He was humming a low melody. You barely heard it from the fire cracking. Suddenly, the bed became very comfortable. You felt your body melt into the large bed. There was still time until dinner, maybe you could have a sneaky nap to process your orgasmic mind.

Right as you closed your eyes to sailing to the dreamland, Taehyun reentered the room with two towels in his head. The smile was still on his face, lighting up all his handsome features like a magical glow. His cheeks were full, lips still red from the biting.

“Good girl…” Taehyung smiled even larger as he saw your satisfied face. He climbed to the bed and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Do you feel good, baby?” His low voice vibrated your body. You nodded, “I feel so relaxed…” You rubbed your face into your shoulder as Taehyung caressed your waist. “Are you sleepy, my love?” He asked even though your eyes told him everything he needed to know.  He took his favourite place between your legs–with an innocent will– and rubbed your knees and calves as you sighed contently. 

“Can I?” he asked while his fingers wrapped around the skirt of your chemise. Your eyes were closed. Taehyung's hands started working gently as he got permission from you. He pulled the skirt of your chemise up to reveal your creamy cunt. 

He held his breath to get rid of the piece of fabric, and there she was, looking creamy and relaxed. You fought the urge to close your thighs perfectly this time and allowed Taehyung to have his unsupervised look at your core as your eyes kept closed. 

Taehyung gulped largely, his mouth never felt this dry. He almost felt his stomach grumble in hunger. His concentration and self-control skills were about to give up on him. 

He looked up at your face, you almost looked like you were sleeping, then down to your pretty pussy. “Fuck,” A quiet swear left through his teeth. Your juices were rubbed to your thighs messily, creating clear strings. Some of it came up to your pelvic bone. 

He hummed as his hands shakily held the towel. He would rather have you in his mouth. Ah, he would love to have a taste. 

“Taehyung…” You called his name in a tone similar to a moan. Taehyung’s hands immediately stopped when he heard your voice. “Yes, my love?” He asked sweetly. As he was about to remind you that this could all stop, you spoke in a whiny voice. “Why are you still up?” Oh, dear… Taehyung choked on his breath as your eyes were opened slightly to look at his bulge. 

Taehyung was hard and he had been hard even though he came to your hands like a pubescent boy. As he thought of an explanation, your hips bucked up impatiently. “Well,” He said while swiping the damped, warm towel between your thighs. A gurgled groan left your relaxed face. “You better get used to that…” He was going to have fun with your confusion only for a little while.

Taehyung watched you breathlessly, hoping you would ask him to do that again. “What- What do you mean?” You seemed to cope with this easily much to Taehyung’s expectations. Taehyung slowly laughed to tease you. “Taehyung!” You groaned annoyingly, your attempts at confrontation were followed by a yawn. “If you aren’t going to tell me, how can I know?” You innocently continued to complain. 

“How did you learn about your previous endevaours, Miss fiance, mmhm?” He asked, pointing at your hands. 

You scoffed with red cheeks, “Oh my God, Taehyung!” Your hands come to his hand on your thigh that was kept you spread. “It is very normal for me to wonder about these things! I am a young woman in her early 20s.” Ah, your shyness combined with stubbornness was Taehyung’s fuel to tease you harder, but he needed your cunt on his face so he didn’t continue.

Yeah, you fucking are, Taehyung thought. A beautifully sexy woman that made his cock twitch with her words. Taehyung took a deep breath, you were his woman, his, his, his… He had the time in the world to explore you sexually.

“It means he still wants you so badly.” Taehyung said while a wet circle was formed on his new underwear. “He is ready to go again.” He looked down at his cock desperately. 

“Tell him that I want him so badly too.” Taehyung’s hips involuntarily bucked up to your cunt. His eyes largened at his move. He definitely didn’t mean to do that at all, but his cock wanted to. Thanks to God, your eyes were still closed, a light sleep ghosting your face. Taehyung took another deep breath, he clenched his whole body. Back to front, he thought. That was how he suppose to wipe you.

With all the courage in the world, he wiped the mess between your lips. The wet towel felt refreshing against your burning core. It was not harsh against your skin as you expected, but it might be just because of Taehyung’s gentle hands. 

So much juice rubbed onto the towel that Taehyung wanted to smear his face with it. “Oh, baby.” The breathy moan belonged to no other than your desperate lover Kim Taehyung. Nevertheless, he continued to clean your wet mess quickly but gently. 

“Will you cuddle me, Taehyung?” You asked him as he let your skirt down and got ready to wash the towels. Your voice was sweet and needy as always. But this neediness wasn’t coated with sexual desires. It was simply a gentle, lovely request. 

A smile took over his face, yet his jaw stayed still. He was still clenching all muscle on his body to not buck up to you again. Taehyung’s muscles slightly relaxed as you opened your arms to the sides to persuade him to a long cuddling session. 

“Yes, my love.” He threw towels to the ground. “Let’s get under the cover, baby.” He suggested as you picked up yourself and get under the first thin layer of the bedding. 

As soon as Taehyung lay, you placed your head on his shoulder and threw your one leg over his waist. “Mhmm, love…” He groaned through his nose at your sweet arousing smell. “You smell like sex.” He pecked your forehead while caressing your arm.

You giggled, “You smell so nice…” You reciprocated his groan with a whine as you rubbed your face into his neck. You could stay here for hours… “This is so nice, Taetae.” You mumbled.

Taehyung squeezed your body to his side while nodding, suddenly he was quite sleepy too. “Let’s nap for a while, okay?” He asked as you intertwined your fingers with his and held his large hand. 

“Mmkay…” You followed with a small peck on his chin and fell into sweet slumber. The time it took you to fall asleep was hilariously short. Unfortunately, Taehyung couldn’t follow you thanks to the raging cock in his pants. 

And this was his lesson to never deny your sexual request ever again.  

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Why don’t you continue the story by reading Tae-time? 

Chapter 1: Needy Love (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

“I am promised to you, Taehyung.” Your engagement ring shined as you took off your earrings and undone your hair.

“You are…” Taehyung hugged you from behind. His hands wrapped around your waist. “My promised girl…”

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader   

summary: You and your fiancé Kim Taehyung had to stay in a hotel room because of the pouring rain, giving you the best chance to show your neediness. 

rating: 18+, smut, mature, do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: period fic (bad attempt), Taehyung tries to be gentleman and he cares about virginity and stuff, Y/N is needy as hell but she is clueless, some clit action, there is no penetration, attempt to handjob or smth like that, it is not that spicy but they are needy whores.

word count: 13K

Chapter 1:  Needy Love

Chapter 2: Tae-time

A/N1:  It is the week before finals so that means I have to write a smut!! Please don’t mind spelling and grammar errors.

A/N2:  If you like to check my other work: Sweet Welcoming , Norway , i am mad, you’re mine, take a break, concert rush and my masterlist. Take care and stay safe.

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 “I leave the keys on- here.” After placing your suitcase on the ground, the housekeeper left the keys on the bedside table and looked at Taehyung for approval. 

Taehyung was standing tall in front of you, “Thank you.” 

“We have running hot water in the bathroom. If you like, I can bring more wood for the fireplace, sir.” The man continued, his white beard and chubby cheeks welcomingly smiling. Taehyung shook his head no. The only thing he wanted was to be alone with you. 

“Of course, sir.” The man bowed to him and walked to the door. “Our dinner service starts at 7 pm and lasts until the first lights of the morning. We would love to see you in our weekly recitals tonight. Our pianist is the best, travelling from Petrograd.” The housekeeper finally left the room after completing his job and announcement. 

As soon as the man left the room, you let out a long puff. Taehyung followed the man and locked the door, putting the safety handle on. “I am actually soaked,” You complained, trying to take your brown coat off that weighed double as it was completely wet. 

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Late Night

Pairing: Taehyung x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, 13+

Word Count: 776

Summary: You can’t sleep, so Taehyung calls to sing to you.

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Tears slipped down your face as the night passed, allowing your thoughts to roam freely in your mind. Every insecurity you’ve ever had, every bad memory, all the guilt you’ve been holding back just spilled out all at once. Lately, you’d been feeling like you weren’t enough for anyone, and that you were a burden to everyone you loved. Even though you were doing so much better than you were in the past, you still had these moments. You couldn’t help it.

You were curled up on your side, clutching the sleeves of the hoodie your boyfriend Taehyung gave you. The moonlight that shone through your window almost taunted you, reminding you that the night wasn’t over. You were still going to be feeling these things for as long as the nighttime allowed.

Any time you were feeling all of these negative emotions, your mind always wandered to the thought of your boyfriend. He was the sunshine in your life, the reason you knew what the feeling of love was. Taehyung was always your rock, and he was always assuring you that you could come to him whenever you needed someone. He was always really supportive of anything you did, always telling you how proud he was of you. Reaching over to your night table, you picked up your phone and texted the person you needed the most right now.

You:

Tae, are you still awake?

Tae <3:

Not really, I was sleeping before

Tae <3:

What’s wrong?

You:

Nothing, I just can’t sleep

Right as you hit send, your phone began buzzing. Why was Taehyung FaceTiming me if he just woke up? You quickly cleared your throat so that he wouldn’t be able to tell you were crying before you picked up the call.

“Hey,” You spoke softly. You could hear Tae’s tired voice on the other side, his face only being illuminated by the light from his phone. It was when he gave you a tired smile that you instantly felt bad for keeping him up.

“Why are you still up?” He spoke softly, the sheets of his bed making a ruffling noise as he got comfortable. You didn’t want him to worry too much, so you decided to lie. Looking over at the time, the clock next to you read ‘2:06 am’.

“I can’t sleep.” Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows in thought, almost as if he was worried. But he knew, he knew why you were awake this late. He could hear the pain in your voice. But the boy knew better than to ask you about it, you would tell him when you were ready. 

“Do you want me to sing for you?” He proposed, the idea sending butterflies to your stomach. You always loved listening to your boyfriend’s voice, it was your favorite sound in the world. Taehyung always sang to you whenever you asked him to, you even accompanied him when he went to the BigHit Entertainment building to record with the rest of Bangtan. It was just something about the depth and soul of his voice that instantly calmed your nerves and made you relax.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. But aren’t I holding you from sleeping?” Another smile formed on the boy’s lips as he shook his head.

“No, it’s okay. What should I sing?” He sat up on his bed, his chocolate brown eyes looking right into yours. The way Taehyung’s shaggy brown hair fell over his forehead just made you fall in love with him even more.

“The one you sang last week, my favorite.” He knew exactly which one you were talking about.

“Okay, I’ll sing it for you.” You watched as he pulled out his laptop, looking into his files for the instrumental of the song. It started playing, and you made sure to close your eyes to savor every moment of his sweet voice.

“In the park that the dawn’s moon has passed over,

I now fill it with my emotions,

This song is headed for you.”

With every word he sang, you could hear the emotions he poured into the song. Every note, every word, every emotion. You felt him singing it to you, and no one else.

“I still wonder, wonder, beautiful story.

Still wonder, wonder, best part.

I still wonder, wonder, next story.

I want to make you mine.”

You felt yourself being carried away by his soft voice and the words he was singing. And soon enough, you could feel sleep starting to take over you. But before it did, you could hear the last words that Taehyung said to you after he finished his song. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Hello,

May I have a Peanut butter bar with Omija Tea on the side with BTS V.

Thank you!

Claiming What’s Mine

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The bedroom was dark, the only light coming from the moon seeping through the curtains. V and Y/n were tangled together, their limbs intertwined and their bodies pressed as close as possible. V's hands roamed over her soft skin, caressing every curve, every contour.

"You're so perfect," he murmured against her throat, his lips trailing soft kisses down to her collarbone. "I can't get enough of you."

Y/n let out a soft moan, her breath catching in her throat. "And you're insatiable," she teased, arching her back slightly as he continued his ministrations. "What am I going to do with you?"

V chuckled, his mouth ghosting over her breast. "You know you love it," he said, his voice low and seductive. "You love the fact that I can't keep my hands off you, that I want you all the time."

Y/n shivered, her body responding to every word he said. "You have a one-track mind, you know that?" she teased, trying to sound unimpressed but failing. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he continued his assault on her skin.

“You love it," he repeated, his hands roaming lower until they reached the curves of her hips. He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers more firmly. "And you know what else I want?" he asked, his eyes meeting hers in the darkness.

Y/n's heart pounded against her chest, her body responding to his every movement. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice breathless.

V's lips curved into a wicked smile. "I want you pregnant," he said bluntly, his hands squeezing her hips. "I want to see you swollen with my child, carrying my baby inside you."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening. She wasn't expecting that answer, but the bluntness of his words sent a thrill through her. "You... you want that?"

V nodded, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip. "More than anything," he said, his voice low and intense. "I want to see you carrying my child, experiencing the miracle of life that we created together. I want to watch you grow and change, knowing it's because of me."

Y/n felt a rush of emotions, her mind spinning with the implications of his words. She was simultaneously surprised, excited, and a bit overwhelmed. "But... I mean, we're not even married yet," she pointed out, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“Not yet, but we will be in a couple of months.” V playfully reminds Y/n while slowly grinding his hips into Y/n.

"Yeah, I know," Y/n mumbles in response, her breath catching as V continues to grind against her. She tries to focus on the conversation, but his body against hers is distracting. "But... getting pregnant, it's a huge step. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

“Listen, I’m ready for it but if you’re not then we can wait. But if you are ready then the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant.” V yells Y/n as he gives a bit of a harsher thrust against your clothed core.

Y/n's heart races as V grinds harder against her, the sensation making her mind go cloudy with desire. She tries to form coherent thoughts, but the feel of him against her makes her struggle to concentrate.

"I... I don't want to wait," she admits, her voice shaky. "I want that too, V. I want to have your baby."

V's eyes darken, his hold on her hips tightening at her words. "Yeah?" he murmurs, his lips curling into a smile. "You want to have my baby, is that right?"

Y/n nods, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. "Yes," she confirms, her voice a mere whisper. "I want to have your child, V. I want us to start a family together."

V feels a wave of possessiveness washes over him, the primal instincts within him awakening. He rolls on top of her, trapping her body with his. He grinds his hips down against her, his voice a low rumble when he speaks.

"Then it’s settled," he says, his eyes locking onto hers. "The only way this is ending is with you pregnant."

V starts to undress you. First pulling your shirt off, playing with your breasts over your bra before finally deciding to take the bra off. Then it’s your pants, he unbuttons them and quickly pulls your pants down.

Once the pants are finally off he kisses his way back up your thigh, switching between legs.

As V undresses her, Y/n's heart races, her body responding to his touch. Her skin feels electric as his lips trail up her thigh, and she shivers as his fingers brush against her stomach.

She watches him, her eyes darkened with lust, as he kisses his way up her body. Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more of him.

Once V gets to her core he places a kiss on your clothed core before taking your panties off.

Y/n's breath hitches as V kisses her through her panties, the touch sending a shiver down her spine. She lifts her hips slightly, making it easier for him to remove her panties. Once she's finally bare, she looks up at him, her eyes filled with desire. "V," she whispers, her voice filled with need. "Please, I need you. I need you now."

V looks down at her, his gaze burning with a mix of lust and tenderness. "You have me," he says, his voice rough with desire. "You have all of me, always."

He lowers himself onto her, his body pressed against hers, the heat between them palpable. "And I'm going to do everything I can to give you what you need," he murmurs, his lips trailing down her neck.

His hands wander over her body, touching, caressing, and exploring every inch of her. He trails his fingers down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, before moving back up to her chest. His lips follow the same path as his hands, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against her skin. “So goddamn beautiful.”

V moved back up to kiss you, and as he kissed you he started to prep you. He slowly entered a finger into you moving it back and forth until he felt like you could take a second finger. Once the second finger was added he started moving his fingers faster inside you.

Y/n gasps as V's fingers enter her, her breath catching in her throat. She kisses him back passionately, her body trembling with every movement of his fingers. She moans against his mouth, her hips moving instinctively, seeking more pleasure.

Holding her hips down, V slows his movements with his fingers before pulling them out of her. He leans back to unbutton his pants, pulling them off before climbing back on top of you.

“Are you ready?” V asks Y/n

Y/n's heart pounds in her chest, her body aching for him. "Yes," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I'm ready. I want you, V. I want you so badly."

With the confirmation V slowly starts to push himself into you. "You're so wet," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "So perfect, just for me.”

Y/n moans and wraps her hands around V’s shoulder, pulling him even closer to her.

V moans in response, the feeling of her against him driving him wild. He starts to move his hips, a slow, steady rhythm that has them both panting with need.

"You feel so good," he murmurs, burying his face in her neck. "So good, I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you."

Y/n holds onto him tightly, her limbs wrapping around him, pulling him closer as they move together. She kisses his shoulder, his neck, anywhere she can reach, her body arching against his. "V," she whispers, her voice filled with need. "Don't ever stop."

V's breath catches at her words, the sound of her voice making his heart race. He increases his pace, his movements becoming more urgent, more erratic.

"I won't," he promises, his voice guttural. "I won't stop until I've made you mine until you're carrying my child. I want you, all of you, always."

“Cum, cum for me Y/n. Please cum.” V says straining his voice. As he speeds up his thrusts he reaches down and starts rubbing your clit in a fast circular motion.

Y/n’s body tenses at the onslaught of sensations as she grips V’s biceps. V's arms flex under her hands and the feeling of her nails digging into his arms sends him over the edge.

He thrusts a few more times before stilling inside of you. After he stills inside you you finally cum around him moaning into his kiss.

“I can’t wait till you’re pregnant with my child,” V says after catching his breath.

Y/n's body trembles in the aftermath, her breath coming in harsh gasps. "Me neither," she whispers, holding V close. "I want to carry your child, V. I want us to start a family together."

V kisses her again, his lips hungry and possessive. "I'll make sure you get your wish," he promises, his voice filled with determination. "Because I won't rest until you're carrying my baby."