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D*ck-N-Out

Taehyung x reader | 18+ | oneshot | fast food worker au | smut | fluff | swearing

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Sometimes you never know how much you’re craving something until you get that first taste, and you’re tasting plenty in the back of your local In-N-Out restaurant

Fast F*cking Food Masterlist

You pull into your parent’s driveway, their red brick and blackish gray shingles looking like it did when you left for college two years ago. It’s not big compared to the other houses, but when you first moved in at the age of thirteen, it was the biggest house you’ve ever lived in. Now, it’s just a home that contains so many memories, you hope your parents never move. 

Turning off the ignition, you gather your bag and phone before exiting your car. The second you step out you can hear your mom’s high pitch cheers as you turn to watch her run down the steps and towards you with arms wide open. She’s smiling wide and happily as she brings you into the tightest hug you’ve ever been in.

“My baby’s home,” she cries, swaying the two of you side to side.

You let out a choked laugh as you pat her back. “Hi, Mom.”

She separates from you, cupping your cheeks as she plants your face full of kisses. “I’ve missed you so much,” she says.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you tell her, relieved she finally let you go long enough for your dad to bring you into a warm hug that isn’t tight like your mom’s. “Hi, Dad.”

He places a kiss at the top of your head as he mumbles, “Hi, sweetie.” As the two of you break your hug, he adds, "Let's get your bags." You watch him as he goes to the back of your trunk and opens it, pulling out your large suitcase and two smaller bags. You go to help him, but your mom is eager to take you inside and talk your ear off about everything you've already heard over the phone.

"How was your drive? Did you eat breakfast already? Lunch? I heard Theo came back into town as well. Did you see him along the way?" she pries, leading you into the living room and into the spacious kitchen where she plants you on the wooden chair at the table. She gets to work on getting you something to drink and most likely a snack.

Theo. One of the boys from high school you know, but more importantly, he’s the son of your mom’s best friend whom she has known for years. Your mom always wanted you and Theo to get together. She consistently tried her best to get you to go on dates together when they would come over for dinner, or the three of you would be over at their place. Even Mrs. Bonet tried her best a few times because she absolutely adored you. The funny thing is, the two of you did give it a shot at the good ol’ age of fourteen. Clearly the two of you weren't ready to date yet, but with the ideas your moms gave, the two of you couldn't help but see. It didn't work back then, and it won't work now.

"I didn't see him. I haven't seen him since we graduated," you say slightly irritated, looking towards the front door to see your dad place your luggage next to the front door as he closes it and makes his way towards the two of you. He takes a seat across from you as your mom places two glasses of water in front of the both of you.

"Well that's a shame. Especially when the two of you go to the same university," she mumbles, taking a seat next to your dad as she rests her arms on the table. Theo, Theo, Theo—you might as well date him if it’ll mean never having her push you two together so hard. "So, tell me everything," she says with enthusiasm, changing the subject completely and bringing you out of your rant. 

By the time you're done telling her the same story she's heard every day, you grab your luggage and make your way towards your old bedroom. You unpack and message a few friends of yours before taking a quick nap. It isn't until you hear a knock at your door that you wake up to the sky turning a pinkish orange. The door opens and your mom's head pops in. "Are you hungry?"

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you give a small nod as you sit up. "Yeah. What did you make?"

"I haven't gone shopping, so I was wondering if you were in the mood for some In-N-Out."

"In-N-Out?" Your hand drops to your lap as you frown in confusion. "That's here?"

The door fully opens as she enters the room with excitement in her eyes. "Yes! They opened it about a month ago, and it's always packed, but it's really good!" She claps her hands with glee. "Would you like that for dinner?"

You can tell she really wants you to have it, and you've heard a lot of people talk about it as they open up restaurants in neighboring cities. So, you nod, climbing out of your bed as you reply, "I'll go get it."

"That's okay, sweetie. You drove for four hours already, you don't need to drive for the rest of the day," she says, as you begin to put on your shoes and grab your wallet.

"It's fine, Mom. I haven't been here for almost a year. I want to see what's changed and where this new fast food place is at." You decide, walking with her out of your room and down the hall towards the front door. "Just send me the address and what you want."

After a few more minutes of back and forth conversations, you finally managed to get on the road and follow the directions to the new restaurant. You take the familiar roads you've taken since you were a kid. Things have upgraded and changed over the past year, but the familiarity of certain stores and spots you’ve hung out at have stayed the same. Down this street you had your first kiss with a boy named Seungi. You remember the two of you sitting at a bench eating ice cream in a somewhat awkward silence. The two of you had nothing to say really, until he broke that silence saying you had leftover ice cream on your lips. Before you could wipe it, he leaned in and kissed you. It was the cutest first kiss. A memory you will never forget.

 Little pieces of memories flood your thoughts as you continue down the road until the GPS instructs you to turn right at the upcoming stop light.

In the strip mall, you can see an unfamiliar building nestled at the corner next to a McDonalds. The line for In-N-Out is exactly like your parents explained it to be. Long. You pull into the lot and, with your eyes, follow the line of cars waiting to have their orders taken until you find the back of the line, several stores down. Letting out a sigh, you blast the AC, pull out your phone and begin to reply to your group chat of friends.

[Thursday, August 6th, 6:25pm] Ahyeon: We're meeting up right? We have to! All of us are finally in town!!!

[Thursday, August 6th, 6:26pm] Kim: Yes! There’s a reunion party at Toby’s place. Everyone is going so we should meet up there and see everyone we actually liked in high school. I hope the popular ones look like garbage.

[Thursday, August 7th, 6:28pm] Bean: I’m sooo down. Y/N definitely needs to go! She’s the only single one in this group and needs to find a bf or at least get laid

[Thursday, August 7th, 6:29pm] Lain: Single Y/N needs to get pussy tingled~

You send a message to argue your reason for being single. College is more important to you, and your roommate is failing her classes because she’s always with her boyfriend and skipping classes. You’re not looking to do that. 

You agree to meeting up at the party as the line moves ever so slowly. It’s about twenty minutes later of texting the group and defending yourself as much as possible, inching the car forward, that you’re finally at the speaker. The menu is extremely short. Three meal items to choose from—to which they’re basically all the same with an exception of do you want cheese, no cheese, or a double pattie, and a few side items to get. So which one do you want? One, two or three?

"Welcome to Dick-N-Out can I take your order?" the voice says through the speaker.

You blink a few times, registering if the guy on the speaker just said dick. "I'm sorry?"

"Welcome to In-N-Out. Can I take your order?" he repeats.

“Oh. Uh”–you glance at the paper your mom gave you of their orders and read it to him. They have jungle fries? Why is it a secret? Taking quick glances at the menu, you quickly pick your order and let him know you’re done with his three item menu. He repeats it back, tells you the price before you scoot your car forward, being short of reaching the first window due to the car in front of you preventing you from going further. Quickly digging in your wallet for your money, you realize you're a few dollars short and decide on using your card. The car in front of you moves forward and so do you, pulling to a stop at the first window.

You can’t see the man's face as he has his back to you, appearing to be talking with someone in the back before he turns his attention towards you. And you swear you feel like you are going to throw up right then and there. To your surprise, a familiar face opens the small window, a look of boredom written all over his sculpted face, dark brown eyes dull and annoyed to be here. Taehyung. “Twenty-One even,” he says, deep voice silky and sending a familiar warmth throughout your body.

You hand him a card, watching him carefully, but not obviously as you wonder if he remembers you the way you instantly remember him. You’ve known him since middle school, and you’ve been in almost every class with him all through high school–hell you were even his project partner once. But he’s Taehyung. He was the most popular guy in school and always had the girls and guys–everyone swooning over him. You happen to have been one of those people swooning over him. He won’t remember you–you weren’t popular in high school and you’re definitely not his type. Girls like Allison are his type: pretty blonde with that cute smile and bubbly personality. You’re not his type, so of course he won’t remember you. You were just another girl in a sea of others.

“Here you go,” he says, cutting you off from your thoughts. You take the card and thank him, doing your best to not sound dejected from your own comments. “Have a nice night,” he says before closing the window and going back to work at taking another customer’s order.

Yup. Another girl.

After getting your food and drinks, you thank the worker before taking off and heading back to the house. You’re going to have to call your friends tonight to ask them about Taehyung. You could have sworn he went off to some university in New York or something, so why is he working here when his parents are loaded and he has money from working with his dad? So many questions and not enough time to ask on this short ten minute drive.

You're lying in bed after finishing dinner and watching a movie with your parents. You can’t deny that the food was good. You also can’t deny that you’re shocked they don’t put salt on the fries but on the side in little packets for you to put on. In your honest opinion they taste better without it, and there’s a lot they give you.

What you can’t get over is life playing a little game on you within those few minutes of talking with your friends since leaving the drive thru. First they tease you for being single and saying you need to have sex like you haven’t had sex in years–in your defense, it’s only been a year and it’s not eating you up like people say it should. You got busy with school and just don’t have time to find a fling. Then at the speaker you could have sworn you heard him say Dick-N-Out instead of In-N-Out. You weren’t imagining it because you suddenly got in the mood to be dicked down. And then Taehyung, your crush of four plus years is working the drive thru and taking your order. What kind of messed up game is that?

You tried to get a hold of your friends, but they were busy and said they’ll all get together for a call either tomorrow night or the next morning. So, you’ll have to wait to spill the beans as to what happened at In-N-Out today. For now you can just scroll through social media to find out what he’s been up to. Find out if he’s still with Allison or not. God you hope not. She’s nice and everything, but she is the biggest bitch you’ve ever met.

Clicking on the app almost everyone is on, you begin your research. You don’t know his username so you’ll have to go through friends of friends to find him, but who first? You click on Emi’s, her being the most active and social out of the group, she’s bound to be friends with half the school. You scroll through her friend’s list until you find Mason, captain of the soccer team. Well, former captain. He was good friends with the quarterback of the football team. Clicking on him, bits and pieces of memories of him come back. He was super sweet, something you don’t expect when it comes to the quarterback after so many stereotypical movies involving them. Jason Seagull, he called himself–strange name, but people loved it. Continuing, you go further and further into the sea of popular students you know until you find her. 

Allison.

There’s no way she’s not friends with Taehyung, so you click on her profile, browsing through her page. There’s photos of her at the beach, some sappy ‘I love my life’ crap for the caption, a few photos of her with her friends you recognize, and very little of her at her university–something she bragged about your final year in school. All because it’s an Ivy League. There’s no photos of her and Taehyung within the past year, so your guess is that they’re not together. You keep scrolling and scrolling until you find a photo that you’ve been looking for but still makes your heart jump.

Taehyung and Allison are at some party, people in the background as he carries her on his back. She has her arms wrapped around his neck loosely, her cheek pressed against his as they both smile widely and looking perfect. He still looks the same now as he did in the photo you're staring at. Chestnut curls falling over his forehead and brushing along the tip of his ears, dark brown eyes always a mystery you wish to uncover, and a boxy grin plastered on his face. You didn't see his smile, but you know it's always there when he's happy.

Reading her post on it, you click on his tagged name, feeling your heart race as it takes you to his page. There's photos of him everywhere; the beach, a cafe, at an art museum and so many more places. You continue to scroll down until you find a photo of him at what looks like his university. So, he's still going to school, and your guess is his school ends earlier than yours. You're nosy for another fifteen minutes until exhaustion kicks in and you're slowly falling into a deep slumber.

It's been over a week since you've been home and you're currently getting ready for the party your friends have been pestering you to go to. You'd prefer to meet them at one of their houses, but they're dedicated to partying together. They want to see everyone from high school and see you at the same time. You really don't have a choice but to agree.

Jumping into your jeans, buttoning and zipping it closed, you do a once over in the mirror. Deciding you look great, you slip on a pair of boots, grab your bag that matches your black top, and head out your bedroom. You head towards the living room where your parents sit on the sofa watching a movie. They look over their shoulder when you say, "Okay. I'll be back later tonight. I might stay at Bean's tonight, but I'll let you guys know later." As you grab your key off the hook you say your goodbyes and head out the door.

Closing the front door and locking it, you can hear a car pull up beside the curb. There's a honk as you turn around to see a familiar dark green car parked in front of your house. All four doors open and your friends pile out of the car cheering as they run to you and bring you into a group hug. You chuckle as you greet your friends, finally separating from them to get a clear view of their faces. Ahyeon, Lainey, Emi, Bean and Kim look like they did when you six graduated high school. Beautiful, young and full of life.

"Y/N, you look as beautiful as ever!" Kim says, cupping your cheeks and squeezing them.

"You guys look amazing, too," you compliment, rubbing your cheeks lightly when she finally let go.

"Ready to party?" Emi asks, wiggling her body in excitement.

"Let's party!" Lainey cheers, grabbing you and Bean's hands, dragging you towards Bean's car. The other girls cheer as they follow, all six of you pilling into the car. With the music blasting, the vehicle starts forward and towards the destination.

It takes around half an hour to get to the party where there are cars lined up and down the street, people standing outside the house, laughing and chatting. It takes Bean a minute to find a spot to park her car, but she finally manages to get a spot rather close to the house. Getting out, you fix your top clear of wrinkles as you drape your bag on your shoulder and follow your group of excited friends. Ahyeon loops an arm through yours as she smiles at you and walks alongside you down the sidewalk.

As you reach the party house, you immediately see a few faces you recognize. They notice your group and smile, a loud "hello" can be heard over the blasting music. You try your best to say hi as you're dragged into the building, the music louder than you thought. The pop music is blaring through the house, the vibrations running up your body through your feet and your eardrums rattle with every beat. Everything smelled of alcohol, sweat and there’s a faint smell of pizza. There are dozens of bodies within the confined spaces of the house. You can see them lining the stairs, the hallway and a few heading out the back door. 

“Let’s party!” Bean screams, grabbing hold of an excited Lainey as the two make their way through the large crowd and towards the kitchen where the alcohol must be. You shake your head as the rest of your group laughs and the four of you follow in suit. Reaching the kitchen and the line of ice chests that held all types of alcohol, Bean passes out bottles that she knows each one of you likes. 

Kim takes a light pink one, the words “Soju” written in fine print on the bottle as Emi happily takes a dark green bottle muttering, “Finally, someone has class in this place,” as she twists the cap to her gin and tonic. You watch as Ahyun eyes Kim’s drink curiously before requesting the drink, Bean happily giving your friend the same beverage.

Lainey is digging through the fridge for a bit before she triumphantly pulls out a carton of chocolate milk. “I’ve got the goods,” she calls out in satisfaction. 

Finally, Bean digs further into the ice chest before pulling out two bottles of Svedka and hands you one. You take it, reading the title again. It’s strawberry lemonade flavored Vodka. It looks like the bottle should be split between people, but you happily twist the cap open knowing she has no intention of sharing hers and expects the same from you and you hold out the glass towards the center for a “cheers!” before taking a swig of the rather delicious content. 

It doesn’t take long before you surprisingly finish your first bottle, not feeling much yet as you toss the cap to your second into the bucket pile of bottle caps and head outside for some fresh air. In the far off distance of the backyard, you can see a table with two empty chairs. Everyone who is in the backyard is swimming in the pool, sitting at the available chairs closer to the stereo and cases of alcohol. 

Making your way around the pool and running people, you walk past the small rose garden the owner of the house created. You hope no drunk idiot ruins such beauty. Taking a seat at the table, you take another drink of your beverage, feeling the cool liquid slide down your throat, your cheeks warm and slightly pink. As you watch the partygoers dance the night away, you begin to think of where they were in high school. Who was the jock, the cheerleader, the band kid and so on. It amazes you how people don’t see that status now—how the once popular girl is holding hands with the basketball player, their smiles bright and happy. 

You feel a tinge of jealousy as another couple practically go at it in the corner of the yard, their hands all over each other while a few people yell at them to take it somewhere else. You never took a chance at dating in school because you were so focused on finishing with the highest grades possible. You got valedictorian, a 4.0 GPA and wanted to get into the best school possible and enjoy life in college. You did… to an extent. You haven’t had a boyfriend in a while and, much to your dismay at agreeing with your friends, you haven’t had a fling in longer time than that. Being home could mean having that chance to go crazy. The question is whether you’ll do it or not.

A figure appears at the chair next to you. You look up and see Taehyung standing there, a half empty bottle in his hand. He’s looking off at the partygoers as he asks, “This seat taken?” 

“No,” you reply, voice small and can be barely heard over the blaring speakers. 

Taehyung takes a seat, his attention finally on you as he takes another swig of his bottle—its content now a quarter full. His eyes are half lidded, cheeks a shade of pink and smells of a woodsy spring lingers around him with a mixture of alcohol. He sets his beverage on the table and asks, “Didn’t I see you at the drive-thru the other day?”

You stumble over your words, taken by surprise. He actually recognized you. “Uh, yeah. That was me,” you answer, voice still small and not as confident as you hope it would be. 

“We went to Bayside,” he states matter of factly—tone not even showing a hint of questioning. 

"Yeah," you begin, shifting in your seat a bit, "we did. We had art together our senior year."

He's quiet for a moment as he studies you, his eyes looking from your eyes to a different body part on your face. You wonder if he's trying to remember seeing you in class. He sat at the back to the right while you sat at the front on the left side of class. You could never get a good look at him through all the students sitting in between, so Taehyung definitely could not see you.

"We had math the year before that, too." You think back for a moment, trying to remember if he's right. "You sat in the middle by Nathan," he informs, and then it clicks. He's right. The two of you had math together. He sat in the front—three people in front of you. You're honestly surprised he remembers that.

"Yeah," you mutter, tone clearly shocked.

He grabs his bottle and takes a final drink. "Why do you sound so shocked?"

"I-uh-I just wasn't expecting you to remember something like that," you confess.

He hums. "It's hard to forget someone like you," he says, standing up from his seat. "I'm gonna go grab another one. You want another?" he asks, gesturing to your beverage.

"Oh-uh, yes please," you answer. You watch him make his way towards the house, giving small nods to the people who greeted him in slurs. As he disappears, his comment lingers in your thoughts. What does he mean by you being hard to forget? Is that a good thing or a bad thing? You’re not sober enough to think hard on this, but you can’t help but wonder what he means. Maybe you should ask.

“Here you go,” Taehyung says, interrupting your thoughts. Blinking, you take the bottle, watching him as he uncaps his drink and takes a seat. “Which school did you end up choosing?”

“What?” How much does he know about you? Is it possible that he’s guessing you decided to go to college? 

“You talked a lot with your friend”—he snaps his finger, eyes looking above you in thought as he tries to remember a name—“I can’t remember her name—she’s blonde, hair short to her shoulders…”

“Bean?” you question, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah. Bean,” he confirms, leaning back in his seat. “You talked a lot with her during art about the universities you applied to. You’re super smart, so I’m wondering which school you decided to go to.” 

Seems like he just knows a lot more than you thought. Hell, you never thought he’d take interest in your options when you first applied, let alone ask about it now. 

“I decided to go to Sloan,” you answer, finishing your drink in your hand before placing it on the table and grabbing your new one. “What about you?”

He rubs his eye slowly, clearly tired and drunk. “I stuck around and went to Bayside, but I just transferred, so I’m heading to Seatree in January.” 

Your brows raise in surprise. “Congratulations,” you tell him. “That’s a difficult school to get into.” Seatree is number three in ranking of Ivy Leagues—better than the one here. Getting into a university like that takes a lot of hard work. You hold out your bottle towards him. “To your acceptance,” you say.

He brings his drink to yours, clinking it and says, “To you getting out of here.”

The two of you talk for a while. You talk about high school, the professors you hate, what your future goals are, and so much more. You’ve never had a conversation last this long with Taehyung. You’re enjoying every bit of it. 

He chuckles shaking his head. “He just pulled his pants down and that was it,” he says. 

You laugh, wiping a fallen tear from the corner of your eye. “I can’t believe he did that. All to avoid having to take a final?”

“Yup. That bastard made up a lie and got a way with it. He took the final later and had enough time to study and pass the class.” He finishes his last bottle, placing it on the corner of the table filled with the rest of the empty glasses you two created. “There are so many more stories I can tell you,” he adds, shaking his head at all the stories that are possibly running through his mind right now.

“I’d love to hear them,” you slur, smiling like the biggest idiot in the world. You would love to have been there for half the stories he’s already told you. 

He smiles his heart winning smile and states, “It’s a shame we didn’t talk in high school. There are so many stories I could have told you that I don’t remember.” 

Your smile lessens to a small one. You look down at your empty bottle. “You and I are from two different worlds, the platform to connect us doesn’t exist.”

He hums in disagreement, earning your attention. You watch him as he looks from the crowd slowly growing smaller, then he looks towards you. “Talking with you would have been worth it.” 

Your mouth opens lightly, obviously surprised by his statement. What does he mean by that? That sentence has a lot of conclusions, and you don’t know which one to take. You’re too intoxicated to deal with these questions right now—especially when he’s saying all these words that make your heart flutter and bring up familiar feelings you had forgotten all those years ago when you graduated high school and never saw Taehyung again.

Maybe you should ask him on a date. Ask him to one night where it’s just the two of you like you wanted to when you first realized your feelings for him. Maybe today will be the day where he says ‘yes’.

“Y/N!” Kim’s voice calls from across the yard. You look towards her and the rest of your friends. “We’re leaving,” she yells, hands cupped over her mouth. 

You get up, grabbing as many empty bottles as you can. “Guess it’s time for me to go,” you tell him when you can carry no more. “Nice talk,” you add. Saying your ‘goodbye’ you turn and leave, making your way towards the waiting group. 

“I’m always working night shifts,” he shouts. You stop in your tracks and turn to look at him. He looks confidently drunk as he says, “I always close alone—best time to visit.” 

You’re grateful for your already red cheeks because you are blushing so hard right now. You say nothing and turn around, closing the gap between you and your friends. They all eye you with smirks on their faces. 

“Was our little Y/N hanging out with Taehyung?” Ahyeon teases, waving her finger at you. 

“From what I saw, Taehyung was flirting with her,” Lainey adds, her brows raising in a knowing manner. 

“He wasn’t flirting,” you counter, shaking your head as you head towards the barrels running along the wall of the back of the house. “He was being polite.” You dump all the bottles in one of the empty barrels. 

“He basically told you when he gets off work. He’s waiting for you to show up and give him the best sex of his life,” Bean states, crossing her arms over her chest. She knows you best, but she doesn’t know Taehyung, and he is definitely not waiting for you to have sex with him. 

You roll your eyes in slight annoyance. “Who’s driving?” 

“I am, party pooper,” Lainey answers, tone clearly bummed you’re not letting them have their fun with teasing. 

“Let’s order pizza and watch movies,” you say, hoping your suggestion will bring the group’s mood up a little. Thankfully it does and Lainey drives you all to Bean’s house where you have your own party in her basement and finally crash around sunrise. 

You’re debating with yourself as you lie in bed on a Wednesday afternoon. The sun is setting, giving your room an orange like glow to the white walls. Since you last saw your friends, and after their constant drunk teasing—well, besides Lainey who only drank chocolate milk the entire party, you are honestly considering whether you should go back to In-N-Out and see what happens with Taehyung. 

Sure you almost asked him out, but you were completely drunk and had so much more confidence than you do now. You’re sober and practically pushing away those thoughts. 

If fate wants you to go and ask him out, then it needs to appear before you now and tell you to do it. Yup. Fate needs to hurry up and show you this sign.

Your stomach growls, interrupting your thoughts. Climbing out of bed, you head out of your room and towards the kitchen. Your parents went to a party with their friends, so they'll be coming home late. You're on your own for dinner. Opening the fridge, your eyes scan for something to eat. You stand there for a bit, but nothing looks appealing. A small realization hits.

Is this the sign? Is this the sign telling you to go to In-N-Out?

You contemplate for a bit, trying to think of excuses to not go and see him, but you're not convincing yourself hard enough. In fact, you're telling yourself to dress up and head over there and see him.

The next thing you know, you're in your room looking for something cute to wear. You grab a mustard yellow sweater and light blue jeans. Slipping them on, you begin to do your make-up over and over until you're satisfied with it and you almost believe a professional did it rather than you. You went light on the eyes with a bit of brown and yellow eyeshadow and the darkest red lipstick you have. Fixing your hair just a bit, you're finally satisfied with yourself and get up from your vanity chair and go to your closet to grab a grey coat that stops close to your ankles. You dig further into your closet until you find a pair of forest green colored heeled boots and put them on. When everything is complete you do a once over in the mirror before heading out your room and down the hall.

Grabbing your bag and keys, you head out the front door, locking it and entering your car. Putting your car in reverse, you drive out of your driveway and down the street towards Taehyung's workplace.

What are you going to say when you get there? Are you just going to ask him out immediately? Strike up a conversation at first, get him interested in the conversation and then ask him out? What are you going to do? Say? What's the startup topic you're going to begin with?

With all the thoughts running through your mind, you didn't even realize that you made it to the restaurant and you're currently in the parking lot staring at the building a few feet away from where you're parked. You take in a few deep breaths and gather up the courage to exit your car. With your bag's strap draped over your shoulder, you clutch it tightly and begin your walk across the parking lot and towards the entrance doors.

When you enter the building, it's not as packed as you thought it would be. Your guess is because it's almost ten o'clock and no one really has dinner around this time. Walking up to the cash register, Taehyung is nowhere to be seen. Is today his day off? Did you fuck up already?

The man behind the cash register looks you up and down, making you suddenly aware of how fancy your outfit is at a fast food restaurant. You're suddenly self conscious, but you play it off like you wore this with purpose. You could have just gotten off work—what's it to him? You give the man your order and hand him your change, accepting the receipt and cup before heading towards the drink dispenser.

After filling your cup, you find a seat at the back corner next to the window, looking out onto the parking lot. Finally taking notice of your surroundings after realizing that Taehyung isn't here, you realize that the drive thru is the shortest you've ever seen. You were so wrapped up in your fear of attempting to ask Taehyung out that you finally realize that you're way overdressed. You feel ridiculous for dressing up to go to a fast food restaurant and order food.

"Order number eighty-seven," a worker calls, and you get up from your chair and head towards the front. Stepping up to the counter and grabbing your tray, someone says, "Nice outfit." You look up from your food and at the person standing in front of you on the other side of the counter to see Taehyung. He's wearing a white collared shirt with the In-N-Out logo on it, and a tug boat hat with the logo on it as well.

Why does he look so damn good in it?

"Thank you," you mumble, looking away feeling suddenly shy.

"Enjoy your meal," he says, earning back your attention. "You look cute by the way," he adds before turning away and disappearing into the back, and as you watch him disappear, he’s wearing white pants with a red, short apron. You can’t help but admire his ass until it’s gone. 

Taking your tray, you head to your seat and begin to eat your extremely late dinner. As you eat you begin to debate with yourself once again. Are you supposed to wait until closing time for him? That's three hours from here. How slow do you need to eat for it to be closing time? Will it just be him or will his coworkers be here as well? 

In the end you finish your meal and leave immediately after. You didn't have the courage to stick around.

You're back again, dressed less fancy and currently crossing the parking lot to the entrance doors. 

It's been a couple of days since you were last here, but you gathered the courage and came back to do what you couldn't do last time. You even came at a later time so that you don't have to wait over three hours for him to get off. 

You enter the building and stand behind the person currently having their order taken. You look towards the  back to see if you can spot him anywhere. So far you don't see him. 

"I can help next in line," the cashier says, and your gaze is towards her as you step up to her register. You give her your order, hand her the change and take the receipt. "We'll call you when your order is ready," she tells you as you thank her and head to fill your cup. 

You wait at your table for a few minutes eyeing the back in hopes of seeing Taehyung. Even when your name is called you still don't see him. It takes you a good fifteen minutes to realize that Taehyung isn't working today and you leave the building with low hopes.

You're back again! This time he has to be working and you can’t leave either! Walking inside the restaurant, you immediately notice Taehyung working the register, staring down and messing with the keys. You exhale, mentally motivating yourself and make your way over to him. 

When you reach him, he looks up at you and smiles, sending a million butterflies to flutter in your stomach. “Third time’s the charm—” You interrupt him.

“Let’s go on a date,” you tell him, gathering all the courage you have tonight. He’s grinning now as he says nothing but stare at you, and you suddenly lose all that courage as you mumble, “O-only if you want to.” 

“Are you going to stay this time?” he asks, resting his palms at the edge of the counter and leans forward just a bit. “I don’t want to end my shift and not see you here. Again.” 

A light blush creeps across your cheeks. “I’ll stay,” you answer, playing with the bottom of your red shirt. 

“Okay,” he says, standing up and begins to press buttons before opening and closing the tray to the register, reaching down and placing a cup on the counter in front of you. “On the house.” He goes to the back and you grab the cup, heading to fill it with your choice of drink. 

After receiving your food, you eat in silence, and about ten minutes after you began eating, you watch as several employees leave the building. They chat amongst each other clearly happy to leave an hour before closing. 

An hour? Where are they going? You look to the front and see no one. Is Taehyung still here? He didn’t leave you, right? That would be a fucked up move if he did—

The lights cut out, with only back up lights filling the dim room. A figure appears from the back, walking around the counter and towards the glass doors. It takes a bit for your eyes to adjust but you eventually realize it’s Taehyung as he locks the doors. You hear the keys jingle before he places them in his apron pocket. You swallow a lump in your throat as he walks over to your table, taking a seat across from you. 

“You in the mood to start this date now? My shift ended early.” 

You can’t help but giggle. “I’m okay with starting now,” you reply, grabbing a fry and taking a bite out of it. 

He smiles a familiar boxy smile. “Good. So, since our last conversation, I managed to come up with a few more questions.”

You hum. “Shoot.” 

He adjusts in his seat, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. “I always thought you and Bonet were a secret thing.” 

You cock your head to the side in confusion. “Me and Theo?” You shake your head this time and correct, “We did go out once, but it didn’t work out.” 

“Why? Too young?” he implores. 

“That, and he had a crush on August. They’ve been dating since August and Theo came out around the same time,” you comment. He nods in acknowledgement. “Now I have a question for you,” you say. 

He chuckles. “Shoot,” he repeats. 

“Why are the jungle fries a secret?” you inquire, taking a drink from your red and white cup. 

He furrows his brows. “That’s your question?”

“Are you avoiding the question?” You raise your brows, fighting back a smile.

He can only sigh. “It’s not on the menu, but it is online and we do make it if asked. That’s why it’s a secret.” 

“That’s a strange reason,” you comment, taking a bite out of your burger.

“My turn,” he says, and so the two of you spend almost an hour basically playing 20 Questions. Finally he asks, “Walk with me while I make sure everything is ready for tomorrow before we head out?” 

“Sure,” you agree, picking up your tray and getting up from your seat to dump it in the trash, placing the tray on the shelf above the trash can. 

Following him behind the counter, you scan the back with eager eyes. From all the movies and shows you’ve seen revolving around working at a fast food restaurant, it looks almost the same. Stations for each employee to focus on, fridges for cold items and trays full of vegetables. Taehyung is busy double checking everything, and as you watch him, you can’t help but think of all the possibilities he could have working the night shift. 

“Have you ever had sex back here?” you blurt out, full of curiosity, but not really thinking of what you just asked. 

You watch as he turns to look at you in surprise. “You’re curious as to whether I had sex back here or not?”

You shrug. “I’d be surprised if you did,” you state.

He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the items in front of him. “I have,” he answers, and your mouth opens slightly in shock. “Had to delete the footage because I realized the camera caught us.” 

“No way,” you mutter, voice clearly surprised. 

He laughs, “There are a lot of rumors that’s happened on BTS.” 

“Like what?” you implore, taking a step towards him.

“There’s this weird dude that works at Arby’s who is way too dedicated to his job. He’s a sign spinner— the cowboy at the corner. People say he fucks people in bushes,” he tells you. 

"No way," you say in disbelief. "There's no way someone would be sneaky enough to have sex in a bush out in the open. Cars drive by, and no one has seen them?" 

"He has yet to be caught." Taehyung shakes his head in his own disbelief.

"So, everyone is having sex in their workplace it seems," you comment, watching him as places everything back where he found them. 

He walks further towards the back with you following after, stating, "I only know of Arby's and obviously here. McDonald's, Starbucks and the rest of the places I don't know if they're as creative as we are." 

"Creative," you repeat with a chuckle. 

He stops in his track at the back room where you can see the first window where people pay for their food to your left, and a closed door to your right with a small gold plaque with a sign 'manager' printed on it. 

"You feel like seeing the creativity I can come up with?" He asks, a brow raised in a questioning yet teasing manner. 

You can't help but laugh a little louder. "You can trick your manager once, but you're not getting off trying to be "creative" a second time," you tell him, using air quotes for his term of being dirty in a fast food restaurant.

He grabs his hat and tosses it up behind you. You follow the cap as it flies across the hall and catches perfectly the camera facing the two of you. Your head whips back towards him as he stands there with his arms crossed over his chest. “Your move, sweet.” 

With warmed cheeks, you utter, “There’s no way…” 

“Whatever you want to do, I’ll play along. If you’d rather go on a date at a park or just chill in the car, okay.” He takes a step closer, his body inches from you, breath fanning your lips as he adds, “If you want to get creative, I’m more than happy to do it.” His eyes glance to your lips before going back up to your wide-eyed ones. “Your call.” 

You feel like you’re about to burst with how close he is. You can see his eyes so clearly—the lust that’s hidden beneath those chocolate colored eyes. The hunger that’s looming over you, teasing you and sending chills throughout your body. He’s not even touching you, yet you can feel his hands brush along your skin with a hot trail following after. You want this just as much as he does. 

So what’s stopping you?

Crashing your lips to his, you grab a hold of his shirt and bring his body as close as possible to yours. Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to cup your cheeks and kiss you with as much need as you. Lips move along each other with hunger, teeth biting bottom lips, tongues grazing along flesh, begging for entrance. 

The two of you are not patient at all as he helps you remove your top, quickly doing the same with his own. He cups your clothed breasts, squeezing and groping roughly as his tongue swirls around yours, his hot breath making your skin feel sweaty. 

You run your hands through his hair, pulling roughly, earning a groan from him as his hands travel behind you to unclasp your bra. Releasing your grip on his locks, you take your bra off and drop it to the ground, the kiss breaking as his lips travel down to your neck, biting and licking until he reaches your breasts. He plays with one with his hand while the other is occupied with his mouth, his tongue creating circles around your nipple, teeth biting and sucking. You moan, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling. He pinches your other nipple just as hard as he’s biting it. 

“Tae—” Your words catch in your throat as he switches, his fingers pinching your already sensitive tip and biting the other. “Go further,” you beg, watching him as he breaks away from your breasts to look at you. “I need your tongue.” 

He grins a cheeky grin. “Your wish is my command,” he tells you before getting to his knees in front of you. He sure does take his time with removing your pants as you had already removed your shoes. Grabbing the waistband to your jeans, he slowly lowers them down until they’re at your ankles. You’re quicker than he is and completely remove them by using your feet to hold one side down while the other foot struggles to be free. You kick them to the side once they’re no longer around your ankles. 

“Eager I see,” he comments, but he doesn’t give you time to respond as he leans forward and bits your core through your panties. You let out a small gasp, spreading your legs out more for him. He bites and prods with his finger your clothed core, trailing his finger down between your slit. You can’t help but shutter, closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling of it. 

You want more, but you wait. You wait for a small build up he’s creating for you until you’re moving your hips against his finger. Finally, he takes a hold of your underwear and pulls it down. Lifting one leg, he completely removes them and turns his attention back to your naked body. He grabs your leg and lifts it onto his shoulder, spreading your legs as far as he can without you falling over. 

He doesn’t waist anytime getting to work eating you out. Taehyung starts by licking your bead, earning small hip thrusts from the sudden touch. Little moans escape your lips as you throw your head back, your back arching as he swirls his tongue around your clit, his fingers playing between your folds. You cry out his name as he begins to suck, your body jerking, hands gripping his hair and pulling his head closer to your womanhood. 

You’re grinding yourself against his mouth when he finally stops his fingers at your entrance and inserts two digits, sending you closer to your orgasm. His fingers thrust into you, curling and hitting your g-spot with such ferocity that your body is shaking and hunched over, saying his name like a mantra. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down as he finger fucks the life out of you. His mouth never takes a break as he flicks, sucks and swirls around your swollen bean. 

You’ve never been with someone as well practiced as Taehyung. He doesn’t stop his movements as he gets you to your high, white spots invading your vision, breath catching in your throat, toes curling and body spasming so hard that when you’ve finished your orgasm, you fall to your knees in front of him. He catches you and you sit on his leg.  

Panting roughly, you barely whisper, “Oh my God.” 

Taehyung chuckles. “Are you okay?”

You look up at him, your juices glistening from the light in the kitchen around his lips. You clean it off him with your hand. “That was amazing,” you comment, your hand trailing down his chest. 

He shrugs. “I’ve got years of practice under my belt.” 

You laugh at his statement, shaking your head. “Well, it’s only fair I repay you,” you say, getting to your feet and he does the same. You push him against the wall at the opposite end of the hall, his eyes are full of lust again when you gaze at him. His hands reach for your face, but you stop them from reaching you, adding, “Ah-ah. We’re going to see how long you last before you touch me.” 

He groans, “You repay me by not letting me touch you? That’s unfair, babygirl.” 

You grin. “Life is never fair,” you tell him, getting to your knees and focusing your attention on his bulge hidden beneath his white pants. You unbutton and unzip his jeans, gazing your eyes up to see him staring intently at you. He sticks his tongue out to lick his lower lips, his eyes full of hunger like you’re his prey and he’s ready to pounce. 

You grab both his pants and waistband to his boxers and slowly drag them down until they are at his ankles. His member is hard and almost hits your lips when it sprung free. Your eyes widen at its size, mouth watering at the sight of it, and your core getting wet all over again at the thought of it pounding you into oblivion. 

“Remember,” you begin, the tips of your fingers brushing along his penis, “No touching.” You stick your tongue out and lick his tip, his body jerking from the sensation. 

Your tongue circles around his tip, deep, heavy breaths can be heard coming from Taehyung. You can see his hand clench into a fist next to him. He wants you to do more—touch you and guide you where he wants you to be, but he’s resisting so hard. So, you take the desperate hint and take him fully into your mouth, earning a low growl from him. 

“Your mouth is so warm,” he says in a husky tone. “Fuck.” 

You swirl your tongue around him as you bring your head back and then push forward again, taking him as deep as you can. You continue to bob your head back and forth, sucking on his tip every now and then as he moans in pleasure, his hands going up into his hair or balling into fists at his sides. He curses under his ragged breaths, thrusting his hips to meet you at a faster pace. 

You release him from your mouth, grabbing his shaft and lifting it up to place your lips on his balls, your mouth opening to grab what you can and suck. Taehyung is moaning louder and cursing more than he was earlier. His legs shake from the pleasure he can’t contain. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—I can’t take it anymore,” he grunts, reaching his hand down to grab yours holding his girth. He helps you to your feet, quickly getting his feet out of his boxers and jeans, and pushes you backwards until your back is against the cold, tiled walls. You can’t help but gasp at the feeling of it. “I need to be in you, Y/N. I need to feel you,” he pleads, his lips brushing along yours, his member pressing against your walls in a desperate attempt to feel warmth between your legs. 

“Please,” you say, lifting a leg up and he takes a hold of it, lifting it higher as his other hand lines himself at your entrance and finally pushes in. The both of you let out moans, kissing each other desperately. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet,” he groans, pulling himself out and then pushing back in. “You’re so warm. Shit—I don’t know how long I can last. You feel amazing, babygirl.” 

You grab his free hand and bring it to your lips. Taking his middle finger, you put it in your mouth, sucking on it and swirling your tongue around it as if it were his shaft. “Fuck me,” you command, biting his finger just a bit. 

“Oh, baby. I’m going to make your legs feel like jelly,” he murmurs, thrusting into you roughly. Your gasp is caught in your throat as he thrusts deeply into you, giving you no time to catch your breath as he fucks you without a second thought. His finger leaves your mouth, trailing down your body and to your breast to squeeze it as his mouth latches onto your neck. 

You feel a small pain on your neck from him biting your skin, a soft touch from his hand fondling your boob and immense pleasure as he enters you with a rhythmed pace. You claw his back, clutch his hair as you moan in the empty building, your voice louder than the hums of the freezer that can be heard somewhere in the kitchen. 

“Oh my God, yes. Don’t stop, Tae—right there,” you ramble, arching your back as he hits your sensitive spot. “Fuck yes, right there.” 

He grips your thigh tightly, breathing heavily into your neck as sweat drips down both of your bodies. You can feel a hickey growing as he sucks on your skin where your shoulder and neck meet. He doesn’t care and neither do you as you try your best to thrust your hips to meet his fast pace, desperately wanting to reach your orgasm. 

“Please touch me,” you beg, gripping his shoulders for balance as your right leg, keeping you up, is shaking. “I’m so close,” you rasp.

His hand that was once fondling your breast is immediately trailing down between your bodies and to your delicate bead. He presses his fingers to it and begins his circular motion, creating a friction your body cannot take. You let out a cry as you wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly, shutting your eyes as your high gets closer and closer. 

“Fuck I’m about to come,” Taehyung grunts.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” you whisper harshly, the sound of skin slapping against each other, his skin peeling away from yours every time he thrusts out of you. His grunts get louder, thrusts no longer at a pace you’re familiar with. He’s just about there and so are you. 

He picks up the speed as fast as he can with his hand and it does just the trick. You’re screaming out his name as you fall into your orgasm, trying your best not to bite him as hard as you are right now. Taehyung is cursing louder and faster as he continues his thrusts and finally goes still. 

The two of you hold one another for a moment with panting breaths before Taehyung interrupts, “Some first date, huh?”

You can’t help but chuckle. “I think the rest of the dates won’t top this one.” 

Taehyung leans back to look at you, his chestnut curls sticking to his forehead. “Every date we go on from here on out will always top the one before.” 

“You sound so confident,” you mumble, your stomach fluttering at the determined look in his eyes.

“I’ve wanted you since we were in middle school. Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go any time soon,” he tells you with so much determination you can’t help but feel a blush rise and blend in with your already reddened cheeks. 

“You’ve wanted me?”

“Why do you look so surprised?”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Because you’re Taehyung. Every girl wanted to be with you. You could have anyone and I’m pretty sure you did—” 

“When there’s someone who catches your attention, it’s hard to look at anyone else,” he states, lowering your leg and holding your waist to keep you still. Your legs feel like they’re about to give out on you. “Let me show you. Let me prove to you how much I wanted your attention.” 

You’re reluctant. You feel like this is a joke, but as you stare into Taehyung’s eyes, you can’t help but feel like he’s telling the truth. Has he always wanted you and you were too blind to see it?

“Okay,” you mutter. “Show me.” 

[Saturday, August 19th, 1:30am] Me: So...

[Saturday, August 19th, 1:31am] Bean: Oh! She lives!

[Saturday, August 19th, 1:31am] Ahyeon: Where have you been Y/N! We’ve been texting all day!

[Saturday, August 19th, 1:32am] Me: I was… with Taehyung

[Saturday, August 19th, 1:33am] Kim: NO WAY

[Saturday, August 19th, 1:33am] Emi: This late?? You didn’t…

Sugar and Spice | 01

Taehyung x reader | Jungkook x reader | 18+ | two part | smut | swearing

Word: 3.8k

Your friends ask you whether you prefer sugar or spice

Thank you @guktro​ for letting me add you in here again~

Chapter Index

"Y/N." You look up to see Taehyung and Jungkook walking into the kitchen as you put your pencil down. "We need your opinion on something," Taehyung tells you, resting his hands on the table.

"On what?" you ask, eyes going back down to the homework in front of you.

"When it comes to sex," he begins, your attention back to the brunette, "do you prefer sugar or spice?"

You frown in confusion. "Sugar or spice? What does that mean?"

"What he means is do you prefer vanilla sex or rough sex?" Jungkook corrects, shaking his head at his older roommate’s version of the question.

Your face contorted in shock. "What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer," Taehyung tells you.

You could only sigh, "I don't know. It's been a while. Why are you asking anyway?"

"Jungkook thinks vanilla sex is what people prefer compared to some good ol' rough sex," he answers.

"Who wants to have constant rough sex every time you get together? Sure it's good, but vanilla is where you connect and actually make love," Jungkook defends.

Taehyung waves him off. "Sex is rough, kinky and a bunch of orgasms."

"What do you think, Y/N?" Jungkook asks you, taking a step closer to the table to stand next to Tae.

You shake your head. "I told you already. It's been a while so I don't really know–"

Taehyung cuts you off, "Then let's have sex."

You choke on the air you inhaled too quickly. "What?"

"Tae's right. Let's have sex to see which is better," Jungkook agrees, crossing his arms over his chest. "At least then I can prove him right."

"You *do know I'm your friend right? You're asking a friend to have sex with the both of you just to see who's right?"

"We've seen each other naked before Y/N. It's not like we're going in blind." Tae shrugs, standing up straight.

"On accident," Jungkook adds, as if he's actually making this easier.

"For you maybe. It was a blessing for me," Taehyung mumbles, his eyes scanning you up and down. What is going on?

"No. I'm not doing it. You two are absolutely nuts," you deny, shaking your head as you turn your attention back to your homework in front of you.

"C'mon, Y/N. Not only do you get to open up the gates, but you get to say you've fucked two of seven of your friends," Taehyung persuades, and the sad part is that it was working a bit.

You shake your head again. "Y/N," Jungkook begins, trying to persuade you as well, "you won't be having sex with the both of us at the same time. We'll be separated and you can pick who you want first. Plus it doesn't have to be today. You can think about it."

"Tomorrow I need answers. If you choose not to–which is a mistake because you're the only person we trust to lose our friendginity to, I'll have to call other people," Taehyung states before giving you a wave and leaving the kitchen.

Jungkook looks to Tae leaving and then to you. He gives you an awkward smile. "He's very forward, but I just want to let you know we won't be mad if you choose not to do this. I understand not wanting to lose our friendship or it being weird after. I'll talk to him, but think about it, Y/N."

After that whole conversation, you really didn't have enough focus to do your homework so you left the boy's apartment and went home. The entire day was filled with nothing but that conversation. Do you want to do this? Is it smart? What Jungkook said was right. If you do this your friendship with the both of them could end in a blink of an eye. Yet since the first day you accidentally saw them naked on different occasions, you couldn't help but imagine having what other people experienced happen to you. Now they're asking you and you're beyond indecisive.

You shake your head of those thoughts as you take a seat at the edge of your bed, drying your hair with the towel after a long shower. It's dumb–it's stupid to think of doing it with the both of them. It's *beyond dumb. Tossing your towel on the armchair, you get up and climb into bed and lie under the blanket, staring at the ceiling for a bit. After a very convincing conversation with yourself, you grab your phone off the nightstand next to you and send a group text.

[10:54 pm] Me: I'm in

Setting the phone down next to you, you ignored every notification that went off and forced yourself to go to sleep. At least you tried to sleep. The following morning you were a mess with half open lids, sleep trying to consume you once again, and mind racing with fear and excitement. You showered again and basically shaved everything you possibly could.

The boys never messaged you after you sent the text, so your mind was in complete wonder as to what they’re thinking. What if they were joking? What if you were imagining everything and this is all one weird dream? Leaving the bathroom with your towel wrapped around your body, your phone chimes. You practically run to your bed and grab your phone, unlocking it and clicking on the message.

[2:10 pm] Tae: Be at the apartment in an hour

Letting out a shaky breath you get up from your bed and go to your underwear drawer. You dig and dig until you find a cute pair of black laced bra and panties. You felt a little ridiculous as to how hard you’re trying to look just to get fucked by your friends. Looks shouldn’t matter, but here you are putting on a tight, off the shoulder crop top. You even tug on the front just so your push up bra can show your cleavage more. Putting on a pair of high waist high jeans and boots, you begin to do your hair and makeup. You made sure to not overdo it with the makeup and hair, but when you look at yourself, you can’t help but think you did. You almost wanted to do it over again, but when you checked the time on your clock in front of you, there was no time left.

Grabbing all the essentials you needed, you head out of your apartment and towards your car.

A short drive later you pull into the parking lot and find a spot. In a few minutes you’re going to knock on the apartment door and meet Taehyung on the other side. In a few minutes you’ll be having sex with him and having the time of your life as he pounds into you like you’re a doll–

You pick up the pace to the elevator. The lobby was empty as you pressed the button and tap your foot in impatience for the doors to open. The elevator dings as the doors open. Entering, you press the floor button and the close doors button as if you’re about to be attacked by a ghost or something as the doors finally shut and the elevator jerks and ascends. You take deep breaths to slow your racing heart as you watch the numbers rise. When everything comes to a stop and the doors open, you exit the elevator and make your way down the hall towards Taehyung and Jungkook's apartment. You knock on the last door at the end of the hall, taking in your final deep breath and wait in silence for the door to open.

You hear the door unlocking and it opens to reveal not Taehyung but Jungkook. "Hey, Y/N," he tells you, looking a bit awkward.

"Hey," you reply. "I thought I'd see Tae since he texted me."

Jungkook shakes his head and opens the door wider for you to enter. "He had business to take care of today, so you'll see him tomorrow or something," he answers, closing the door behind you once you enter.

"Tomorrow?"

He shrugs. "If you want to meet him tomorrow, or you can reschedule to another day." You follow Jungkook into the living room, but he stops short and you almost run into him. "The living room isn't a good idea," he mumbles more to himself than to you as he turns down the hall and towards his room with you following close behind. "So what kind of sex do you usually have?"

"I never really thought of it," you confess, walking into his room as he closes it and locks it behind you.

"Were none of them memorable?"

You shake your head, meeting eyes with him as he stands in front of you. "I know a lot of them were just quick. The guy usually finished before I got anywhere."

Jungkook holds his hand out towards you. "I'll take your stuff," he says, grabbing your bag and keys as you hand them to him. "So you haven't experienced good sex in a while," he concludes, placing your bag on his chair at the corner of the room.

"I guess," you say, watching him as he turns to look back at you. "Are you comfortable with all this?"

"At first I was nervous, but honestly..." he trails off, scratching the back of his head. "When I saw your ass in those pants, I'm not anymore." You could feel the heat rise on your face. "Are you?"

You shrug. "I don't know honestly."

He hums in response. "What if I just kissed you first? See what happens then?" The nerves were getting to you, but you nod. He walks up to you and stops close enough for you to feel the heat radiate off him. The quiet, reserved boy–man you know as, is now taking control of the situation and you're acting like he normally would around girls. He cups your cheeks and softly kisses your lips. Your eyes flutter to a close as you kiss back with caution. Jungkook, on the other hand, was kissing you as if you were his girlfriend. He started off slow and sweet, but he then removes his hands from your face and grabs your hands. He brings them up and around his shoulder as his go to your waist.

He brushes his tongue along your lips and explores your mouth as his thumbs rub your skin. You shiver as you felt more at ease kissing him, running your fingers through his midnight locks. His hands travel up and under your top, cupping your clothed breast. It seems like Jungkook isn't as reserved as you thought, and probably has a lot of experience having sex with a girl. He pulls back and says, "Thanks for doing this." He grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it up and off you. "If you hadn't agreed, I think Tae said he'd call Gray, and he is very much like Taehyung"–he tosses your shirt on the ground, letting you pull his shirt off him–"feisty and likes it rough. I wouldn't have won that round, but I'm meeting with Gray next week." He puts his hands on your waist and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around him. "I like it rough from time to time."

He walks over to his bed and gently lays you down. His lips are back on yours as his hands go for your pant button. When the button was off you lifted your waist and let him pull them off. You arch your back to let him remove your bra as well, leaving you almost completely naked. 

Jungkook kisses his way down your jawline, neck and chest until he reaches a breast. You close your eyes enjoying the feeling of his lips kissing your breast before they find your nipple. His tongue brushes along the nipple while his other hand plays with your other boob. He sucks and bites, pulling back just enough for you to feel very little pain before letting go to play with the other.

You run your hand through his hair, pulling it a little rough and moaning when he bit you a little too hard. He kisses your tender breast and then makes his up back to your lips. He mumbles an apology against your lips as he kisses you, his fingers leaving a hot trail down your stomach towards your lower region. His two fingers brush along your panties and push in at your bud. You breathe deeply in as he forms small circular motions. You could feel yourself getting wet as you opened your legs wider for him.

You break the kiss turning your head away as you let out a moan. Jungkook kisses your neck, his fingers no longer on your bud but now moving under your cloth to touch you with nothing in the way. He runs along your slit earning another shiver from you. Working his magic with his fingers Jungkook brushes his tongue along your neck and then bites your skin lightly. You moan a bit louder as he enters two fingers inside you, taking his time as he works in and out.

“Jungkook,” you moan, your lips finding his again as you moan into his mouth. Swiveling your hips to his motion, Jungkook noticed your desperate need and picked up the pace. The kiss breaks as he sits up on his knees. He keeps his fingers in you as he uses his other hand to push your panties down and off. You lifted your hips to give him better ease before your body jerks as he finds your spot. “Ah–right there,” you struggle to say, closing your eyes and clutching the sheets.

You could feel the build up, but it’s slow and makes you want to feel him inside you already. It’s as if he’s taking his time to just let you have a moment, but it’s slow and tease-like. That’s something you would never think Jungkook would do. From all the years you’ve known him, Jungkook always seemed like the kind of person who gives. He never takes. You gasp and arch your back when you feel his mouth on your bud. He laps his tongue, flicks and sucks on your clit with such precision and ease it felt like he’s been doing this all his life. You’ve never felt this much pressure build in such a short amount of time.

“I’m close,” you say harshly, chest heaving and sweat dripping as Jungkook picks up his pace with his fingers and sucks as if he’s sucking on an ice pop. “Oh my–Jungkook.” The pressure is too much to handle by now, and you’re ready to explode with sheer ecstasy. “Fuck–Jungkook.” You repeat his name like a mantra as you release your orgasm, body trembling and breath caught in your throat as he continues until you stop shaking. You gasp for air and blink away the stars as Jungkook pulls out his fingers and removes his lips from your sensitive clit.

He stares down at you. “Wow, you’re sweating,” he comments, wiping his chin.

“How long have you been doing this? That’s the best experience I’ve had in such a long time.”

He chuckles, “Practice,‌ Y/N. It’s not with a lot of women, but the same group of women I’ve been with for a while.”

You slowly sit up. “Well I have to repay you. My body needs a minute before we get to the main part of all this.”‌ You move to the side of the bed and pat the middle. “Lie down.”‌ Jungkook does as he’s told and lies on his back next to you. Moving yourself between his legs, you lean forward and kiss him softly. Biting his lower lip, your hands drift down his toned stomach, feeling every inch you could. He shivers at your touch. “How often do you get attention?” you whisper, hands reaching his pants.

“Every so often,” he sighs as you unbutton his jeans.

You smile as you pull the zipper down. “Well now it’s time to show my appreciation and how you should be treated.” Leaning back you pull his pants and boxers down and off. When you saw him naked all those months ago, you didn’t get that chance to just *look at him. Now you’re going to take advantage of seeing his sculpture shaped body before you get to feel him. With all his working out, his six pack is there without him even having to flex. His hips–like everyone said, was small which made his torso look bigger. With your eyes drifting down you gulped at the sight of his penis. It was actually bigger than any dick you’ve ever had inside you. It was already erect and begging you to ride it.

Without much thought you lean down and take his shaft in your hand. Licking the tip Jungkook hisses and flinches. You’ve never heard or seen him look vulnerable in front of you, and now you’re the reason he’s shutting his eyes and panting at just a simple lick. You wonder what he would be like when you actually *suck. Taking the tip into your mouth you lightly suck, tasting the pre cum that coated the tip of your tongue. Jungkook’s simple moan urged you to go deeper and with each moan and gasp you went further until you couldn’t take any more of him. Hollowing out your cheeks you go back up until you’ve reached the tip once again; then you go back down and swirl your tongue around his shaft.

“Oh shit,” he gasps, his hands going to your hair but let’s go. As if he’s unsure what he should be doing. You grab his hand that lies next to him and put it back at the top of your head and meet his hazy gaze. “Let me know if it hurts,” he rasps, grabbing all the loose hair and grips it tight as he guides you slowly. His breath hitches as he brings you down but halfway–less than what you pushed yourself to take in. “Ah,”‌ he gasps, “you feel so good.”‌ You’re pushed back up and then further down than before. Jungkook was losing himself because of you and you absolutely loved it. Although he was the one guiding you, you couldn’t help but go down faster than he was guiding and you went *further than earlier. Your eyes watered and you gagged but you continued to go deeper until there was nothing left to take in, and it was all because of his moans and pleas. With one hand you reach beneath you and cup his balls. You fondled with them as you picked up the pace until he was no longer in charge but you were and you were causing him so much pleasure his words no longer made sense. “Fuck okay,” he manages to get out as you finally pull back with a popping sound. You meet eyes with him as he gasps. “I can’t wait any longer.”‌

You smile in delight as you crawl forward and straddle him. Watching him as you grab his shaft, bring it closer to your dripping warmth and slowly go down as he fills you up, his face contorts in pure pleasure as you let out a moan. He places his hands on your hips as you come to a stop and sit for a moment. Seeing him and all that you can do to him was just magical.

“You’re warm,” he tells you, gripping your hips as you lift yourself. “Fuck.”

Placing your hands on his stomach you begin your rhythm at a slow place, swiveling your hips every now and then. The way he filled you in all the right places, he was quickly filling up your need for another high again. You bounce at a faster and hard pace as the sounds of your moans and skin slapping fill the room and maybe the neighbor’s as well. His hands make its way up to trace the curve of your body, the outline of your breasts before they’re at the back of your neck and pull you down towards him. The two of you kiss as Jungkook takes control and thrusts up into you. You’re moaning into his mouth as he goes at a quick speed that forced you to put your hands on the bars to keep still. Jungkook curses as he spins the two of you around in one swift movement with him on top.

“I need to be deeper,”‌ he grunts, putting your legs over his shoulders as he thrusts into you harder. He breathes out, “Fuck you’re tight. How long has it been?”‌ No words left your mouth but the moans that were loud and desperate to reach your orgasm. “What about squirting?” Removing your legs from off his shoulders, he pushes one leg open wider and uses his other hand to create quick circular motions on your clit. You yell out his name and grab his arm, but he doesn’t stop. He ignores your cries as he continues his hip and hand movements until you’re screaming out his name and explode into an orgasm as the stars invade your sight.

His hand is no longer on your clit and leg as he places them on either side of you, leaning forward to kiss you as he finishes off his ride and reaches his own high. You cup his cheeks and kiss him as you whimper from every movement. He finally comes to a stop, breathing heavily against your lips as you do the same.

“That was amazing,” you tell him, breath hitching as he pulls out. “If this is your version of vanilla sex I need more of it.”‌

Jungkook chuckles as he kisses you one last time before moving to the side of you. “My point of vanilla is to feel that connection and to just want to give your partner more than you’re receiving.”

You nod removing strands of your hair away from your sweaty face. “I get it. Seeing you look desperate was *everything.”‌ Jungkook can only laugh.

After a slow and wobbly change, you leave Jungkook’s room and head towards the living room. Taehyung sat on the couch lazily clicking through the channels until he saw you enter. He grins. “Sounds like you were having the time of your life,” he teases, the television no longer of interest.

“You heard?” you ask, shocked that he was here when you were still having sex with Jungkook.

“Only the last minute of it. You’re a screamer.”

“That’s what I aim to win, Taehyung.”‌ Jungkook disclosed, standing next to you.

“Guess we’ll see tomorrow.” Taehyung shrugs, giving you a wink.

Sugar and Spice | 02

Taehyung x reader | Jungkook x reader | 18+ | two part | smut | swearing

Word: 4.8k

Your friends ask you whether you prefer sugar or spice

Chapter Index

There's a lot to expect when it comes to Taehyung, but you honestly don't know what to expect when it comes to Taehyung. If he claims to be the rougher type, what does he plan on doing? Tie you up? Does he have a paddle? You watched porn last night when you got home. To be more specific you looked up rough sex and what you saw compared to what you see in movies is totally different. 

With all this knowledge, you exit your shower, dry yourself and walk into your bedroom where your clothes lay out. You put on your laced underwear and bra before putting on a pair of shorts and a grey tank top. Yesterday you wore a cute and somewhat tight outfit, but today you're wearing something simple. There's no point in wearing something nice if it's going to be immediately removed. Once again you put light make-up on, but this time you apply red lipstick to give your look a little pop to it. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel a little ridiculous having lipstick on, but you don't have time to remove it as your phone chimes. 

Making your way towards your bed where your phone charges, you pick it up and check the message you received from Taehyung. 

[4:21pm] Tae:‌ Are you on your way?

Sending a quick text, you grab your bag and keys, slip on your shoes and head out the door. Your pace as you head towards your car is quick, almost running like. Trying to slow yourself down, you can't help but feel ridiculous because you're so eager to get to Taehyung and Jungkook's apartment. You're eager to finally see what it's like to have sex with Taehyung. The one with the most body counts compared to the two. You'll just be another number to him, but at least you can say you had sex with him and still remain friends. You're crushing on someone else in the huge friend group you're in. 

You stand in front of the apartment door in excitement and fear. You know that the second you knock on the door and enter the apartment, there is no turning back. You're at Tae's every command. With a sigh and no more thinking, you knock on the apartment door and wait. 

You're not sure if you're hearing the sound of footsteps making their way towards the door or if  it's just the sound of your racing heart that is filling the silence, but as you wait for a few more seconds the door opens. He's wearing a white buttoned up floral shirt with a black coat over it, black dress pants, and a red scarf with white lilies tied around his neck. He looks like he came back from a meeting and decided to throw some fashion into his outfit. He looks like a model. A model that's about to rock your world. 

He smiles, biting his lower lip as he eyes you up and down. "Grey," he begins, moving out of the way so you can enter the apartment, "my favorite color."‌ You can feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you enter the building, the door closing behind you and a small click as he locks it. "So how this is going to happen," he starts, making his way into the living room with you following in tow, "is that I have a little surprise for you." He takes a seat on the sofa, arms spread out along the inside back of the sofa, legs spreading just enough. To you he looks like he's waiting for the stripper to come in and perform. 

He looks at you for a moment before motioning with his eyes for you to stand in front of the television. You do as instructed, slowly making your way to stand in front of him. "You'll do whatever I say." You open your mouth to protest but he speaks again, "I will let things slide since this is your first time with someone like me." You close your mouth and wait for him to continue. "The safe word is peach. You say the word and I stop. Good so far?" You nod. You don't think you're ready for what he has in store. "I'd like to be called Daddy." 

"No." You frown in disgust. He's your friend not your boyfriend or anything that gives him permission to be called such a name. 

He only shrugs. "You'll say it one way or another." You wonder if that's a threat or a promise, but you don't have the chance to think further as he settles further into the sofa. "Strip."‌

You stand frozen, as if you heard him wrong. "What?" you ask, voice wavering just a bit.

"We're starting now, love. Strip," he commands in such a low voice you almost want to throw your clothes off immediately. He stares at you as you slowly remove your top, his eyes dark and lustful. It's like he turned into an animal in such a few short seconds. One second he was his usual, horny self, but when it comes to getting down and dirty he's an animal lying in wait ready to pounce on his prey. You let the shirt fall from your grasp as you unbutton your jean shorts, eyes on him the entire time. You're slightly afraid to break eye contact with him. Taehyung isn't Taehyung anymore, and you do not want to test the waters with him today. 

As the shorts fall to the floor you are now standing in front of him in nothing but your undergarments. He eyes you slowly, taking everything in with his lustful gaze. You can see him undressing you fully with his eyes as he licks his lips. With a single motion of his finger, you make your way towards him, your feet almost touching his. He gestures with his head, commanding, "Sit." Slipping off your shoes you straddle him, hands on your lap and waiting for his next order. 

His hand reaches for your face, caressing your cheek before moving to the back of your neck and bringing you in for a kiss. Tae's kisses are nothing like Jungkook's. Jungkook kissed you slowly and with love in a way. Taehyung, on the other hand, is kissing you with so much need and want that it takes three seconds for his tongue to enter and explore every inch of your mouth, his hand traveling from your neck down to your thigh while the other reaches for your ass. He grips your skin, his teeth grazing your lower lip. 

You've never felt so desperate for something to happen. Maybe a cup of your breast, a pinch at your nipple—hell you want his fingers in you already. While Jungkook gave off this warm and welcoming feeling, Taehyung's entire demeanor is just... commanding. He smacks your ass hard, earning a gasp from you. "Move," he mutters against your lips, his lower region already showing signs of rising. You grind your hips slowly as his lips trail down your neck until it reaches your bra. With one hand, he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, tossing it somewhere to the side. "I've always wanted to fuck you," he confesses, both hands now cupping your breasts, massaging them as he licks one nipple. "To feel you writhe under me—beg me to fuck the shit out of you." 

You can feel the heat grow in your region. You're a switch, but you've never been with a dominate as strong as Taehyung. It's like whatever he says you're ready to do it. "Why haven't you?" you asked, genuinely curious as to why Taehyung, the biggest fuck boy has never once tried to make a move on you.

He chuckles, biting your nipple hard, sucking as you let out a small cry. "You're Y/N," he begins, switching to focus on your other breast, "I don't fuck my friends." You watch him grin, flicking your tip as he adds, "Guess I broke that rule."‌ You can't help but moan as you brush against his member fully erect. "Let's take this to the bedroom." You reluctantly get up, seeing a small wet spot on his pants where his erection is full and big. You can't help but swallow at the thought of how big it actually is. He gets to his feet, removing the scarf around his neck. "Hands out." 

Bringing your hands out towards him, Taehyung brings your wrists together and ties them together with the scarf. "Do you..." you trail off, thinking if the question is something you want to ask. 

"Do I do this with every person I'm with?" he asks for you, glancing at you as he tightens the knot. "Rarely. You're a special occasion."‌ He spins you in the direction of the hallway. "Bedroom." As you make your way towards his bedroom, you can hear Taehyung call out, "Jungkook's right. You have a nice ass." You can't stop the smile growing on your lips as you come to a stop in front of his bedroom door. Waiting for a few seconds you can hear Tae's footsteps making its way towards you. "Ready?" he asks you, placing his hand on the nob. You nod in sheer excitement and anticipation as he twists the nob and opens the door. 

That excitement and anticipation immediately left you as you covered your boobs as best you can. In the room was a person sitting on a chair against the back wall. She has an inexpressive look as she looks at you and Taehyung. "Tae—" He interrupts you.

"Y/N, this is Marie." You look at him as he glances to Marie. "Marie was going to be you if you didn't agree to this. Jungkook would have gotten Gray and I decided to go with Marie," he explains, looking back to you. "Like myself, Marie here is into rough sex. A kink of both of ours is watching." 

You put two and two together. "You’re going to have her watch?" You feel horrified at the thought. 

"It's really no different to watching porn," he counters. "The difference is that you're watching it in person rather than on a screen." 

You shake your head. "This is insane." What is he thinking? Probably nothing but getting you in bed. 

"C'mon, Y/N. It's not like she's going to join. She's just going to watch and later tonight she'll have her turn. Isn't that right, love." 

You look at the blonde, watching her as she looks you up and down. "You're not my type anyway," she deadpans. You actually feel offended by her comment. You want to say something rude back, but Taehyung speaks again.

"If you're not in, just say the safe word." Looking at him, he only shrugs and waits for your reply. You weigh your options. Go in and discover if you have a kink for people watching, or go home and say Jungkook's vanilla sex is better than Taehyung's. Taehyung. The guy you won't ever have a chance to fuck again if you leave now. You refuse to think of anything else as you enter his bedroom. "Good girl."‌ As Taehyung closes the door behind you, he closes any option for you to leave. 

You’re a sheep in a lion's den.

From where Marie is sitting, you realize that she has a clear and good view of the bed. You can feel your heart racing as Taehyung makes his way to the edge of the bed, looking at you expectantly. Taking a small hint of what he wants, you make your way over to him, standing next to him and letting him grab you by your arms and place you in front of him, your back legs pressed against the mattress. With a single push you'll be on the bed, but instead he lets you get on the bed yourself. "Further back," he instructs, and you do as told, moving back more with no help from your hands. Once your feet are at the edge, Taehyung removes his jacket, rolling up the sleeves to his white long sleeved shirt, eyeing you with such an intense look you can feel yourself getting wet. 

He gets to his knees, grabbing you by your ankles and pulling you back just enough. There is no time for you to lift your bottom up for him to remove your underwear, he just rips it off you. You gasp in shock. "I saved your bra," he counters, tossing your ripped garment to the side. You can't look at the girl staring at you, and you feel like staring at Taehyung would be weird when she's still staring at you. So, you opt to look up, but what you weren't expecting when you look up is to see a mirror on the ceiling. You can see the entire bed, see the top of Taehyung's head and almost your entire body if it weren't for Tae covering your lower half. 

If you look to the left of the mirror, you can see Marie. You can't help but wonder why she likes to watch. Why she likes to sit there and watch to people have sex but not be in the action itself. Maybe she does, but just with one person. Maybe she's the type to watch first, get in the mood and then have sex with whoever is waiting for her. Is she—

You moan as you feel Taehyung latch on to your clit and suck, his tongue flicking between every take. You throw your head back, still seeing yourself in the mirror as you clutch your hands together, his fingers brushing between your inner lips. You want to grab a hold of his sheets, his hair, anything that isn't your hands, but you can't. He tied your hands together tightly, preventing you from even moving them so much that you can free yourself. Another moan as a single finger enters you, slow for a few seconds to get it lubed up before entering a second finger and quickening his pace, curling his fingers and hitting your spot just perfectly. 

"Tae—" you choke, arching your back as you close your legs around him, but it doesn't stop him from continuing, his fingers and tongue working its magic. The stars are coming, your hands going to grip what little hair you can, the heat becoming unbearable and ready to explode. "I'm coming," ‌you pant, feeling it coming, but then he stops. He removes his lips from your bud, his fingers from your core and stands up. He smirks down at you, wiping away the juices from his lips. "Why'd you stop?" you whine, looking at him with confusion and anger.   

"You're not coming until I say so," he tells you, unbuttoning his shirt. "Head at the end of the bed." As he gets the last button undone, he removes it, letting it fall to the floor. He works on the belt as you sit up and move yourself to the opposite end of the bed, your head close to the edge of the bed. You stare up at him as he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. "I hope you've had practice with your breathing." He slips off his remaining article, his fully erect member revealed in all its glory. 

While Taehyung doesn't have the body of a sculpted god like Jungkook, he makes up for it in the girth that is his throbbing penis. While both boys have an almost same size penis, you can just tell that Taehyung could throw you in for a whirlwind of orgasms if he wanted. "Closer." Your eyes travel from his throb to his eyes. "Head needs to be over the edge." You scoot up until your neck is resting on the edge and you're seeing upside down. "There you go, baby." He scoots forward, holding his bulge out towards you. "Open your mouth." 

You open your mouth, feeling him enter himself, his staff filling your mouth and continuing to go further in until you almost gag. He pulls out, a hiss escaping past his lips until just the tip is in your mouth. "Suck." You focus on the tip of his erection, remembering the way Jungkook writhed under you when you took control. You want Taehyung to be the same, but as you swirl your tongue and fiddle with the tip, he doesn't look half as desperate as Jungkook was. Taehyung pushes himself back in. You hollow out your cheeks as you feel him at the back of your throat again. "You're so warm, baby girl. I could fuck your dirty little mouth all day." He comes back out and you gasp for air a bit. "I want to come in that mouth and watch you swallow." Back in. Harder. Faster. 

He doesn't stop this time. Taehyung continues to mouth fuck you until your eyes water, vision blurs and your gagging loudly. He hits your breasts until they sting and feel warm. He pinches your nipples and pulls until you can no longer feel them. Taehyung does all this while getting you wetter by the minute with his words. He tells you everything he wishes he could do if you were his everyday for whenever he wanted you. His "fuck toy" he calls it. One call and you're there. The orgasms he'd bring you to. The screams the entire complex would hear as he pounds into you. His words fuel you to give him the best orgasm you can as you lie there with your hands tied. As he pulls out, you hum to give him a little more pleasure, and it works as you hear a moan leave his lips. 

"Fuck," he growls, thrusting into your mouth as fast as he can. "You are so fucking beautiful."‌ He grunts, holding himself still deep in your mouth, his warm seed filing your mouth. He pulls out, watching you as you swallow before taking in the biggest gasp of air you have been begging for since his penis entered your mouth. You sit up and wipe away the tears that clouded your eyes. You feel his lips on your shoulder, kissing his way up to your neck. You move your head to the side to give him more access as his hands travel to your breasts. He cups them and squeezes as he licks and bites your neck. You let out a sigh, enjoying the feeling of his hands and mouth. His lips travel up to your ear, his lips brushing along your skin. "Are you ready?" You nod in response, closing your eyes as you wait for his instructions. "Marie, love, bring my toys." 

Your eyes shoot open and you look back to Taehyung. "Toys?" you ask, the obvious fear in your tone. It's not because you don't know what kind of toys, but it's because he has toys for you. 

"Just bought them yesterday," he explains, holding his hand out as Marie hands him a black, heavy looking bag. When she hands it to him, he looks at her like he wants to devour her, and she looks at him with just the same look in her eyes. If you weren't in this room you're pretty sure that they would go at it like wild animals. They say nothing as Marie makes her way back to her chair and Tae's attention is back on you. "All fours." 

You comply, struggling as you move your legs back behind you all while trying not to get your legs stuck between Taehyung's sheets. As you finally settle on your arms and knees, your ass facing the sex driven boy behind you, you feel his hands rub against your cheeks. He feels the curves and dips to your ass and thighs as his finger goes up between your inner thighs. 

You can feel the hot trail follow as he goes higher and higher until he reaches your lips, his finger brushing along and sending a shiver down your spine. You want his fingers in you again; you want to feel the way he curves his digits and hits your spots just right. You wait in anticipation for his fingers to make its way inside your walls, but they never do. Instead you hear the sound of something vibrating. You listen to the sound, trying to figure out what it is, but you soon discover what the vibrating object is as Taehyung enters it inside you instead of his fingers. 

It's big and you hiss at the slight pain before the vibrating dildo is pulled out and then pushed back in. You rest your head against your closed fists, adjusting to a size you're not used to, but with the vibration to the object, your pain is practically replaced by pleasure as you let out a deep breath to keep from moaning. Taehyung takes his time helping you build your pressure compared to earlier when his fingers were rough and fast. What you weren't expecting as you enjoyed the slow pleasure was to hear another vibrating object and for it to be placed on your clit, sending you to a whole new wave of pleasure. 

"Ah," you moan, body jerking from the new piece. "Tae."   

"It's your turn to move, baby." He keeps the dildo still, waiting for you to move on your own to build your high. So you move forward until it's just the tip inside you before slamming back, Taehyung's grip on the item no longer there. He chuckles. "Eager I see." Once you feel his grip back on the object, you do it again. He keeps his grip tight as you slam into the dildo, moaning loudly as you enjoy the feeling of having two pieces help bring the orgasm you've wanted since sitting on his lap in the living room.   

However, once again, Taehyung takes away your moment. Both the vibrator and dildo are no longer in or on your womanhood, leaving you desperate and hornier than ever. You feel the objects fall on the bed beside your legs and of no longer interest. It is only two seconds of feeling empty before you feel something else enter you, a little bigger than the dildo, but ten times better. Taehyung holds onto your waist as he immediately slams into you, causing you to hold still as he thrusts with no patience or ease.   

"Taehyung," you cry, clutching onto the sheets as he smacks your ass.   

"Fuck, you're tighter than I expected baby girl. You're so warm and wet." He pushes you forward and you're fully on your stomach. He climbs on top, never separating himself from you as he adjusts his legs around you and continues his unpaced thrusts. He places a hand on your neck, keeping you from getting up as he fucks you, the bed banging against the wall. The room is hot and you're sweating more than you've ever had, but none of it matters as you cry in sheer pleasure.   

You want him to go faster, deeper than he's already going, but no words are leaving your mouth. Only his name is heard like a mantra as you lose yourself in the madness of it all. "Tae—" As if knowing you're close, Taehyung pulls out, leaving you in need once again. He grabs a hold of your waist pulling you to one side and you comply rolling on to your back. He climbs back onto the bed, grabbing his arousal and lining it with your entrance. He pushes in just the tip, eyes on you clouded with lust as you moan. He pushes in a bit more, earning a gasp from you.   

He leans forward, kissing you as he places his hand around your neck. "Please," you beg, looking at him with hungry eyes you know you're wearing. 

Taehyung grins, tightening his grip around you and pushes himself all the way in. You whimper, feeling him go deeper than he has before. He exhales, his warm breath hitting your sticky skin. His eyes are shut tight as if he's trying to stop himself from ejaculating already. You clench your walls, feeling his grip around you go tighter. He lets out a low chuckle. "It's not time yet, cupcake." Taehyung adjusts his position so that he's on his knees and his weight isn't on his hands. "Look up and watch me fuck you." 

You look up at yourself in the mirror, watching as Taehyung slowly pulls himself out in a tease like manner. All he's done is pound into you, but now he's slow and waiting for the words. The words he's been waiting for since you first entered the apartment, but you're not going to give it to him. He slams into you, earning a choked gasp. He pulls out again, slow, teasing, before slamming back into you once again. You moan as he continues his unpredictable thrusts. One moment he slams into you and pulls out slowly, and the next he's doing the opposite, giving you no time to prepare. You watch from above, his hands wrapped around your neck, your breasts bouncing and sweat dripping from the both of you. 

You watch him as he reaches for a red object next to the purple dildo, to which you realize is the vibrator he's been using. It's almost the same size as his hand, but his hand is bigger, covering it almost completely as he brings the vibrator close to your flower. He places it along your clit, the feel of it is like a tongue. He grins down at you. "Ready to break the bed?"

With one click on the vibrator, and his pounding, you're sent to loud moans and legs wanting to close. You grip onto his wrist, the hand that holds your neck tightly as you're driven into another build up of pleasure. He presses the red piece to your clit, pounding harder until the bed is squeaking and thumping hardly against the wall to the point where you can actually feel the bed jump off the floor just a bit. 

You look to Marie. You see it in her eyes the lust that she had only for him come back as she watches. You see that she wants to be you right now. To be the one feeling every inch of him. You see it in the way she rubs her thighs together, her hands clutching onto her skirt. You want her to experience what you're going through, too. You want her to feel that pressure building, ready to come and come hard. 

You look to Taehyung. "I'm going to come,"‌ you cry. 

He cocks his head to the side. "Oh are you?"

He pulls the vibrator away, but your grip on his wrist tightens. "No. Please please please. Please let me come." 

Taehyung presses the object back onto your bead again. Harder. "Please what?" You're seeing stars. You're close. So close. "Please, what, Y/N," he repeats.

"Please Daddy," you beg with a whimper. 

He grins, licking his lower lip as a trail of sweat rolls down the side of his face. "There you go, baby girl." 

He tightens his grip around your neck and you're seeing stars as you forget how to breathe. And so, you finally come. You come so hard and with so much pressure that your body shakes aggressively. You don't hear Taehyung curse under his breath, or feel his thrusts go ragged as he comes shortly after. You're too lost in your own high to feel anything. 

As everything stills and heavy breathing is the only thing filling the silence, Taehyung releases his grip around your neck, pulling out and you flinch. "Damn, Y/N," he begins, putting the vibrator on the side and getting off the bed, "we actually broke the bed." 

You sit up and notice that the top right side of the bed is angled downward. The base of the bed is broken.

You're sitting in the boy's kitchen with your work spread out in front of you. You're tired and in no mood to work on the assignment, but you have to finish it since it's due tomorrow. You hear the sound of footsteps making its way towards you and you let out a sigh as you look up to see Taehyung and Jungkook enter the kitchen.

They stand in front of you. "So, Y/N," Taehyung begins, resting his palms on the table like he did when they first asked you to have sex with them, "which is better? Sugar or spice?"  

Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Vanilla or rough sex, Hyung." 

"Whatever—which is better?" he questions again, not bothering to listen to the younger boy but more interested in your answer.

You look between the two, remembering the sex you had with the both of them. The feelings you felt with the two of them. You let out a sigh and they're both on edge. 

"Can we have a round two?" you ask.

Always Find You

Taehyung x reader | pg15 | oneshot | soulmate au | strangers to lovers | friends to lovers | angst | fluff | mentions of death | cigarette smoking | swearing

Amazing banner maker @ressjeon​ thank you so much love ♡

Word: 3.9k

Again and again Taehyung has seen you appear before him, and again and again you’re never within his grasp. No matter where you go, what life you live, he’ll always find you. 

To @crazy4myself I’m your secret admirer :) I truly hope you like this fic. I know I told you that I had something planned based off everything you told me, but I couldn’t help but write this, and the time crunching is totally my fault because I do not know what planning is lol. But I hope you like it and I really enjoyed our conversations even though school was just kicking my ass lol. Happy Valentine’s Day! ♡

When Taehyung first saw you, he forgot how to breathe.

You stand on the balcony looking out onto the hundreds of knights pledging their lives to your family. He is one of those knights. 

Your hair is up in a perfect bun, the crown shining brightly at the top of your head, but your smile—God when you smile it’s like his whole world is brighter than it’s ever been. Your father—the king, is speaking to the crowd below him. He’s loud, encouraging, speaking with so much motivation that he knows His Royal Highness is so well versed in this that there’s no emotion in them anymore. 

They’re all sent off to a worthless war and nearly less than half comeback to tell the tale. It’s just an endless cycle until all kingdoms stop fighting for land. It’s a cycle Taehyung happened to be born into. A simple commoner who was chosen to fight for his king. 

His eyes avert back to you, watching you as you remain stoic and beautiful. He wonders if he were born into a higher class, would you notice him? Would those mysterious eyes meet his one day? Would you smile his way? Would he be your first pick over the huge line of suitors wanting to take your hand even though he has nothing?

“The kingdom and its people are forever grateful for your heroic actions to protect us!” the king bellows, his hand outstretched towards his knights as if he’s blessing them all before their deaths. 

The men yell in response as they march forward, through the gate and towards the enemy line. As he follows, Taehyung manages to get one last glance towards you, your radiant smile sending a chill down his spine. It’s all the encouragement he needs to march forward and fight this damn fight. 

Taehyung never made it back home that day. 

When Taehyung was a kid, his dad told him the stories of soulmates. A story that when two soulmates meet, their fate is sealed with a kiss. A kiss that binds them together forever. Taehyung always thought that story was ridiculous. A kiss sealing the two? 

He thought it was even more ridiculous when his dad added, “When two soulmates do not seal their destiny with a kiss, their life is repeated. When they die, they are reincarnated and are set to find their soulmates once again. This cycle is repeated over and over again until they’re together.” 

He would laugh at the story his father always told him until one day he saw you. 

You’re wearing a black and white polka dot dress, your small heels clicking against the concrete floor as you run, a book clutched to your chest. You look excited, your eyes shining more brightly than they did when you looked out across the sea of knights ready for war. Taehyung never believed in soulmates until that day. Until that day where he saw you for the second time in his life, a memory he always thought was a dream became his past life.

He wonders where you’re heading. To school maybe? The building is in that general direction. What are you like in class? With that excited look on your face, he’s guessing you’re the first one to raise your hand when the teacher asks a question. The kind of student who writes almost everything down so that you can go over it after class when you’re home. You might be the kind of person who prefers to study and learn new things rather than play with the other kids. 

He wishes he can go to school. To see what you’re like personally. Yet he can’t. Taehyung learns what he can from his mom when he’s not working. It seems like in this lifetime, Taehyung has to make ends meet. 

Taehyung wants to meet you. He wants to meet the person who may be his soulmate—who he wants to be his soulmate. He’s seen you before, and here you are again… this is fate right?

“Taehyung! Get back to work,” his boss yells, lifting a rock almost twice Taehyung’s size up and onto the wooden barrel.

“Yes Sir,” he calls back, grabbing a rock heavier than his own weight to place into the barrel that is one rock away from breaking. 

Would he want to kiss you in this lifetime? In this lifetime where your life is so much better than his? Where you can find a better suitor than him that will take care of you because he’s better than Taehyung? What if you already found someone? Is it too late for him to meet you? 

What if you’re not his soulmate, but someone who is sent to make him believe you are? What if in every life he lives, you’re there to torment him? 

Soulmates are stupid. They don’t exist—

“Taehyung watch out!” 

Soulmates are stupid… right?

When he sees you again, Taehyung learns your name. Y/N. 

He’s never heard such a beautiful name in his entire life. Your name makes his heart race, and your voice…

He finally gets to meet you—see you closer than he has before. See the details in your eyes, the way they gleam when you talk about something you love. The way a blush tint crosses your face when you realize you’ve been talking for too long. 

You’re perfect. 

Everything about you is perfect to him. He wants to be with you already. He’s seen you in so many of his past lives, learning a thing here and there, but now you’re here. Sitting across from him in your yellow dress, your hands clutching onto it as you watch the bottle spin round and round. 

Will it land on him? Will today be the day your fates are sealed? 

The bottle slows, his heart practically in his throat as the bottle finally comes to a stop. Butterflies erupt in his stomach as he glances up at you from the bottle that is pointing at him. He can see that cute blush tint on your cheeks as you meet his eyes. 

He’ll make you happy. He’ll give you everything you want if it means he can see that smile everyday for the rest of his life. He’ll work ten times harder to give you the life you deserve—nothing will stand in his way. 

The crowd cheers as the two of you lean towards one another, but their cheers are soon tuned out by the rapid beating of his heart. He can feel your warm breath hitting his lips, your nose brushing against his own. 

“The cops are coming!” 

He no longer feels your breath against his skin. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, head hanging low in defeat. 

Why is fate toying with him?

Jumping to his feet, Taehyung runs with the crowd of frightened and excited teens up the stairs towards the kitchen and out the kitchen door that leads to the backyard. No cops have entered the backyard yet, so he can just hop a few fences and be in the clear. 

“Damn shame you didn’t get that kiss,” Zane says, placing a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder in sympathy. “That would have been one helluva kiss.” 

Taehyung sighs, “No kidding.” 

“We better leave before the cops show up,” Zane says, running ahead and over the fence with ease. 

Of course he makes it look easy. He’s the school’s star athlete, but Taehyung on the other hand…

Getting a running start, Taehyung grabs onto the fence, jumping as high as he can, throwing one leg over the fence. His other leg, on the other hand, hits the fence, causing him to lose his grip and sends him to the ground, landing on his back. Taehyung lets out a low groan, lying still as he regains his ability to breathe. 

Zane leans over him, a smug grin plastered on his damn face. “For someone who fights a lot, you sure don’t know how to land on your feet.” 

“Shut the hell up,” Taehyung mutters, taking Zane’s extended hand as he gets up. The sound of sirens are loud and clear, yelling is faint but there. 

“Put that stamina to good use, Tae,” Zane says before taking off. 

Taehyung got away like usual. With how often he’s had run ins with the police, he might as well be an expert in getaways. That’s no life he should be living if this is the life he completes with you. He needs to do better—be better for you.

Tossing the extinguished cigarette along with the pile, Taehyung walks past the library building with a direction in mind. If you’re not in the library like he originally thought, that means you’re somewhere on campus chatting with your friends or alone, letting the warm rays of sun keep you warm on this breezy day. 

Rounding the corner, Taehyung stops dead in his tracks, his heart dropping to his stomach. Zane breaks the kiss, a familiar blush tint gracing its presence across your face as you look down in embarrassment. Zane grins as he caresses your cheek—the cheek that only Taehyung is meant to touch. 

Once again, you’re taken away from him. 

“So it’s a date then?” Zane asks, his tone full of pride it makes Taehyung sick. What pride does he get out of this for taking someone else’s soulmate away from them?

“It’s a date,” you mutter, the smallest smile showing on your lips. 

Taehyung doesn’t stick around to see your lips meet Zane’s again. He doesn’t stick around for the next class to start. 

He’s tired. 

He’s tired of being born over and over again. He’s tired of seeing you within his grasp only to be taken away from him. He’s tired of going through family after family—each family slowly being forgotten—so many memories blurring together that he doesn’t know which parent belongs to which life.

But he knows one thing. His dad is a liar. Whichever one told him of soulmates is a liar. They’re not real. Having a soulmate is bull shit. There’s no binding, no happily ever after. Everything is a lie. The only thing Taehyung is living a life where he sees the one person he believes to be his soulmate taunt him with the idea of being together. 

“Damnit,” he cries, furiously wiping away the tears that never seem to stop falling. 

He wants to be happy, why is that so hard to ask for?

Taehyung feels the warm rays of the sun warm his face, the sounds of people chatting, and a few birds chirping as he slowly begins to wake up. He wonders how long he’s been sleeping. A few minutes? Hours? Either way, after a whole day of cram studying, that rest was definitely needed. 

He opens his eyes to a slit, shutting them close from the bright sun. He sits up, resting his elbows on the table and rubbing his eyes of sleep. “Morning, sunshine,” a voice next to him says as he turns to look at the figure. 

You don’t bother looking at him as your eyes travel from your textbook to your notes. “How long was I out?” he asks you in a gravelly tone. 

“Not sure. I’ve been here for about fifteen minutes, so more than that,” you answer, flipping to the next page to continue your notes. Taehyung rests his chin on his hand, watching you work diligently. 

He wonders how much longer fate will toy with him. Life after life he’s watching you slip through his fingers. He’s tried different approaches to getting you, and each attempt was a joke. Heartache after heartache. 

This time… he could just laugh at how fucked up fate is. 

In this life, Taehyung grew up to be your best friend since the two of you were infants. Your mom has been friends with his mom since they were in college. The two of you are inseparable. Wherever you go, he’s right behind you. Taehyung has been with you through it all. From when you lost your favorite toy, to your first ever heartache. Everything you’ve been through, and you’re still a fighter. 

He admires you and in love with you. There’s the smallest chance that this life will be his last. Maybe he’ll finally be your soulmate like he’s meant to be. He wants to—oh how he wants to be. 

“What are you staring at?” you ask, bringing him out of his thoughts. 

He blinks a few times, watching you stare at him with curious eyes. “Do you believe in soulmates?” he finally questions. 

You frown in confusion. “Soulmates? Where’d that come from?”

He shrugs, dropping his hand from his chin and leans back in his seat. “Just curious.” 

You don’t remember him. In all your lives you two have had, never once did you recognize him. He wonders, if you remembered, would you kiss him? Would things change if you remembered? 

You’re quiet for a moment, thinking about his question, eyes drifting off somewhere he believes is your own world. You tap your pencil against your notebook, the small beat matching his heart. “I do,” you begin, setting your pencil down, “I believe you can have multiple soulmates in your life. Sometimes you can look at a stranger and just know they’re going to be very important to you in the near future, and I love moments like that.” You look to him again. “I think you’re my twin flame,” you add, that adorable blush gracing your cheeks. 

“Twin flame?” he questions. What’s a twin flame? Why are you blushing? Is it embarrassing? What the hell is a twin flame? 

“Well would you look at the time,” you start, suddenly changing the subject, “I’m gonna be late for class if I don’t leave now.” He watches you rise from your seat, collecting your belongings as you rush to leave. 

“You can’t just leave without telling me what a twin flame is, Y/N,” he tells you, trying to grab something of yours so that you don’t leave, but you’re quicker than he is. “Why were you blushing? Is it something embarrassing? What does it mean,” he complains, watching you leave him alone at the table. “Y/N!” he calls, groaning when you don’t turn around. 

He never got you to explain what a twin flame is, and it slips his mind to just look it up. It’s not that hard for him to get easily distracted by you. Especially when he’s head over heels in love with you. 

You leap onto his back with little time for him to catch you. You wrap your arms around his neck as you nestle your head on his shoulder. “Thanks for walking me home, Tae,” you tell him. 

“I think you mean ride,” he corrects, hoisting you higher so that he has a better hold of you. 

You giggle in response before going silent. Nothing is said between the two of you as Taehyung walks the two of you towards your house. He feels you grip him a little tighter before breaking the silence, “Do you believe in soulmates?”

Taehyung almost stops in his tracks, but he manages to keep going, never showing a small change in his pace. If you knew the lives he’s lived, the different ways he’s met you…

“I want to,” he answers. 

“What’s keeping you from believing?”

He’s quiet for a moment. How does he tell you it’s because every time he sees you, you don’t see him? How does he tell you that he’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and that every life you two have lived, you were never his?

“What if in our past lives, we were never soulmates? What if we crossed paths, but never met the way we are supposed to?” Taehyung looks left then right before crossing the street. “There’s no real sign in knowing who your soulmate is.” 

You hum in response, but that hum tells him that you think differently and that you’re about to tell him he’s wrong. And he’s right because you say, “I think if you’ve met your soulmate in your past lives, then they are your soulmate. It just wasn’t the time to be with them. Fate is just waiting for that perfect moment before you two find each other again.” 

Taehyung scoffs, “You and I are completely different, Y/N.” 

You giggle as he helps you down from his back, the two of you stand in front of your house. “Everyone has a soulmate, Tae.” You dig in your bag for your keys, looking through each key for your house key. “And as my twin, you’ll always find me, right?” You look up to meet his gaze. 

He frowns in slight confusion, but answers, “I’ll always find you.” 

You smile at him, and the world around him seems to stop. “I’m glad to hear that.” 

A few days have passed since Taehyung last saw you. You told him you’ll be busy with an assignment that’s due this Sunday, so Taehyung agrees to let you have your space. 

It’s Sunday and Taehyung is sitting at the usual meeting spot on campus. He’s surprised there are quite a lot of people on campus when it’s a Sunday and Valentine’s Day to be exact. It’s the day of love, a day Taehyung has experienced way too many times. 

He stares off in the direction you should be coming from, complete boredom etched onto his face as he waits for you. You better get an A if you’re making him wait for you on campus...on a weekend. As he begins to close his eyes, a shadowed figure appears in his peripheral. Taehyung turns in the direction of the figure to see a familiar face. A familiar face with no name coming to mind. 

“Hey, I thought I’d find you here,” she says, twirling her blonde hair with her fingers. 

“Ah, yeah. Just waiting for Y/N,” he replies. What is her name?

She nods. “Then we have time to talk real quick before Y/N gets here.” 

Taehyung gestures to the seat across from him. “What’s up?”

The blonde takes the offer and sits across from Taehyung, looking nervous suddenly. “We’ve known each other for a while, and during that time we’ve known each other, you’ve been a great guy. You’re kind, funny, very good looking”—there’s no way this is going where he thinks it’s going—”and during that time, I’ve grown to have feelings for you.” She fidgets in her seat like some lovesick teenager. “I really like you and I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime,” she rushes, looking down then back up to Taehyung. 

This is a first. In all his lives, no one has ever confessed their feelings towards him.

“Um.” He clears his throat. “I’m flattered, but there’s someone else I’ve been chasing my entire life.” 

“Oh,” she mutters, looking dejected as she looks down. “She’s a lucky girl.” 

Taehyung wants to laugh. If only she knew. 

Another fifteen minutes go by and he grows tired of waiting for you. Grabbing his phone, Taehyung begins his search for you at the building you said you would be at. He searches high and low, but you’re not there. 

Where the hell are you?

Thinking of all the places you can be, Taehyung begins his search all over campus. It takes him almost half an hour of searching when he finally finds you. His anger is on a whole new level when he reaches you. 

Your back is to him, but he finds you sitting on a bench practically at the edge of campus. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? I’ve been looking for you for half an hour, Y/N,” Taehyung says, frustration clearly evident in his tone. 

You jump from the sudden break in silence. You don’t turn around to look at him, so he goes to take a seat across from you, but when he sees you, his anger is gone and is replaced with concern and confusion. “Have you been crying?”

“No,” you lie.

“Y/N,” he begins, waiting for your gaze to meet his, “I’ve known you for our entire lives. I know when you’ve been crying. Did you get a bad grade on your assignment?” he asks, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. 

“I’m surprised you found me,” you confess, trying to change the subject. 

Taehyung isn’t having it. “I told you I’ll always find you. So you failed and that’s why you’re crying?”

You sniffle and scoff, “I wish that was it.” 

Taehyung sighs in slight frustration. “Then what is it?” You’re silent for a while, avoiding his gaze. “Y/N,” he says more firmly. He’s not playing these games today.

You groan in your own frustration. “It’s this stupid guy,” you finally answer. 

Taehyung wants to leave. Of course it is. Of course fate isn’t done playing with him. 

“What? Did he reject you on Valentine’s Day? Should I go kick his ass?” Fuck fate. Fuck soulmates. Fuck all of this!

“If you can kick your own ass then go right ahead,” you reply in an aggrieved tone. 

Taehyung is frozen, your words not registering in his head. “What?”

“Oh my God”—you jump to your feet in pure frustration—”it’s you! You’re the stupid guy!” 

Taehyung rises to his feet as well. “Me? What’d I do?” What the hell are you talking about?

“I sometimes wonder how you can be so oblivious, or maybe I’m not good at showing how I feel.” You run a hand through your hair, that familiar tint of blush growing on your face. “I’m in love with you, Tae—hell, I think I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. But then I saw Stasia with you, and I heard her asking you out and-and I just couldn’t stand by and watch another person try and win you over when I’ve been standing beside you for years!”

It’s like everything fell of deaf ears after he heard the word “love”. You’re in love with him. You love him. Is this a joke? It can’t be right? Because after what felt like hundreds of lives—life after life of just chasing you, has he finally caught up with you? Is this it?

“—I mean she’s beautiful and funny and talented. I would go out with her, too, if i were you. Anyone would be lucky—” 

In a few quick strides, Taehyung is in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks and bringing your face up to look at him. There’s a look of shock on your face, but he can’t hold back any longer. He brings his lips to yours, and after a few seconds, you kiss him back. 

Taehyung had always wondered if soulmates are real. He always wondered if kissing your soulmate would bind two people together. He always thought it was a tale, but as he kisses you, he feels like the clock within him finally begins to tick. Like his life is finally beginning. His life with you is beginning. No more being reborn. No more chasing. 

He finally caught up to you. 

Tears stream down Taehyung's face as you break the kiss. "What's wrong?" you ask with worry in your tone. 

Taehyung shakes his head, opening his eyes to meet yours. "I've waited so long for you." 

You give him a small smile, wiping away the tears. "I'm sorry it took me so long." He shakes his head again and kisses you. It doesn't matter how long he'd have to wait. 

If it's you, he'll wait a lifetime.

Sand Nude Beach

Taehyung x reader | two-shot | 18+ | lifeguard au | smut | fluff | mentions of cheating | swearing | oral | fingering | dirty talk

Word: 6.4k

After your break up, you seek comfort with the soothing sound of the waves, but you also find comfort in the lifeguard who helps you forget all about your ex

Chapter Index

You cross the street, eyes focused ahead of you rather than on the screaming people behind you as you reach the pathway towards the beach, the screams of another group of people being lifted into the air because of a ride they're on can be heard. The fair, a place you once loved with all your heart, has become a place you never want to see again, and this happened all within a day. Following the wooden path, you're alone as you make your way down towards the shores. 

About an hour ago, you found out that your boyfriend of four years has been cheating on you. He brings you to the fair for your fourth year anniversary, only to be distant and wanting to break up twenty minutes into the date. Closer to the end of the date you find him winning a prize you thought was for you only to be given to the girl working the booth. There was his lover he's been seeing. Everything was an argument from you and him leaving with the girl at his side.

Now you're walking along the shore where people still occupy the late afternoon sky. There's too many people here to have a breakdown, so you head right, walking further away from the people. However, no matter how far you walk, there's still people enjoying the fading sun. And so you walk and walk, hugging yourself as a cool breeze hits you and sends shivers throughout your body. However, as you head further away from the main entrance, you're met with a hill blocking you from heading further down. 

There are still some people lurking around even being this far away from the fairground. So, you follow the huge rock away from the ocean and towards the far off street where cars can be heard barely over the crashing waves. As you walk along the hill, it comes to an end as trees meet it, sand turning to dirt. You must be close to a park or something, so you continue ahead and look for a pathway that will lead you towards a park. Maybe if you walk through it you can find the path that'll lead you towards the beach again. 

After walking a few feet more, you find the entrance you've been looking for. Following the wooden path, the air is colder between the trees causing you to shiver, you can hear the sound of the trees rustling in the wind. It's rather quiet between the trees, and you still haven't found any sign of a park. As you continue further down, you're suddenly met with sand again. You look out ahead and see the beach—something you weren't expecting. It's rather secluded, with trees practically surrounding the small beach, one lifeguard tower in the center of the beach and a few people far off into the distance leaving. 

You're alone on the beach. That means you're alone to cry for a few hours before calling your friend to pick you up and take you to your apartment where you'll gather all of Namjoon's stuff and toss it out the window. Screw him and screw his secret lover. How could he do this to you? How could he ruin four years of a relationship and go off to meet someone else and love them? What did you do wrong? What did you do for him to fall out of love with you? Why didn't he tell you when he felt this way instead of dragging you along, letting you continue to love him and think he was going to propose to you today? 

You let out a small whimper, quickly wiping at your eyes. He's not worth your tears. 

Walking a few feet away from the path entrance, you find a spot close to the water but far enough to not get wet. Dark clouds are rolling in, the waves calm as can be. It feels like you in a way. You're calm on the outside, stoic, but on the inside you're about to roll in and wreak havoc on anything that comes close to you. You don't care who it is, if they meant to or not, they better stay away if they know what's best for them. 

You pull out your phone from your bag, unlocking it and checking your messages. Specifically, you're checking the last one you will ever send to Namjoon again. You see your message.

[Friday, June 19th, 5:23pm] You: I'll be packing all your shit tonight and leaving it in the trash outside for you to pick up. I'm over it and I want nothing that is mine from you. You can burn it like you've burned 4 years of our relationship instead of being a man and telling me this wasn't working. 

You can see that he read the message, but that is it. He didn't reply, didn't call—he's probably sucking face with his new girlfriend. Maybe he's sitting on his couch with her on top of him and they're just getting straight to the point knowing that you're not a problem anymore. You're the ex he finally got rid of so that he can be with his "one true love" and just live the rest of his happy life in peace. 

You begin to type another hateful message to him, eyes blurry when a voice makes you jump. You look up to the person standing beside you. "What?" you ask, not catching what they said as you wipe your eyes. 

"This is a nude beach. The whole point to it is to not wear clothes," he explains, resting his hands on his hips.   

"Oh," you sniffle, continuing to wipe at your eyes until you can see clearly.  

"This also isn't a sad nude beach," he begins, taking a seat next to you, "I guess you're breaking all types of rules today."   

"I'm sorry. I just—" He doesn't want to listen to your problems. He just wants you gone. "I'm sorry, I'll just go," you tell him, getting to your knees to leave the beach.   

"I heard ranting to a random stranger is always better than to someone who knows your problems. We're less biased," he states, looking up at you, and this is when you get a good look at the stranger. His dyed red hair catches your attention first, bright and long. It brushes along his eyelashes, strands tucked behind his ears while his dark eyes stare up at you. A small mole on his nose barely visible from his tanned skin. He leans back, resting his weight on his hands as he places them behind him, his lean stomach glistening from sweat. He crosses one leg over the other, his red swim trunks riding just a bit. "So you want to rant, stranger?"  

You stare at him for a while, contemplating if telling him would do any good. Would it bring Namjoon back? Would it rewind time so that you had never met him? It won't do anything, but you sit down anyway. You cross your legs and hide your legs under your dress, placing your bag and phone in front of you. "Today is my fourth year anniversary with my boyfriend."   

"Congratulations," he compliments.  

"I thought he was going to propose," you continue, playing with the strap to your purse. "We went to the fair for our date, and the whole day he's been... off. Like he's been distant for a couple of days now, but today it was more evident and he kept texting instead of paying attention to anything we did."   

He hums in response, a hum that means he knows where this is going. 

"Not even halfway through our date I finally confront him about it and he tells me he wants to break up with me." You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. Even though you told him you don't care, the memory of what happens next will continue to burn for a while. And it seems this stranger understands your distress because when you open your eyes, he is sitting up with his legs crossed. "We—I talk for a bit and he agrees to let this date finish before he breaks up with me. Nothing was ever happy and he was distant the whole time. Finally when we're at the area to win prizes, I go to get some ice cream while he tries to win me a prize." You shake your head. "I come back and it turns out his lover is working at the stand he's winning my prize at." 

"Oh shit," he murmurs under his breath, looking ahead towards the ocean. 

You chuckle, "Yeah. He gave her the prize instead and said some mushy bull shit."

"So what'd you do?" he asks, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his thighs.

"I slapped him," you state with confidence. Sure it stung your palm, but it was the best sound you have ever heard, and you know that even now, hours later, there is still a red mark. You can only hope there's a bruise that you somehow gave him, but your hits aren't hard enough to do that. 

"You should have sucker punched him," he sighs. "Give him a bloody nose." 

Looking to him, you say, "I can't hit that hard." 

He chuckles, "When you're mad, you can hit hard." 

"What makes you so sure?"

He finally meets your gaze. "I broke up with my ex after I caught her cheating. She tried so hard to talk with me, but once you cheat, you're not my type anymore. I didn't give her the time of day and finally... she snapped. Almost broke my nose." He rubs his nose as if he's remembering the impact it left. "Women can hit hard at any given time, but when they're mad? Steer clear." You watch him as he grabs his necklace, to which you realize is a whistle, swinging back and forth from around his neck. 

"Was it hard?" you ask him, eyes travel back up to his. He smiles, but just like Namjoon, it doesn't meet his dark eyes. "Of course. All relationships that have lasted for years are always painful when they end." He points to you with the hand that is clutching his whistle. "But it was the best decision I've ever made. She wasn't worth spending the rest of my life with." 

"She regrets it," you declare.

He laughs, a box-like smile growing on his face. He looks cute. "She sure does because he cheated on her after we broke up and they got together.  And so now she's alone coming here every now and then to "show me what I'm missing" as she puts it."

"Wait," you begin, turning your body to face him completely, "she comes here to try and get you back?"

"Yup. Almost everyday when she gets off work and on her days off. And because I'm usually the one who works here basically everyday, avoiding her is difficult." He shakes his head again, his red locks swaying against his forehead.

"You should have a friend or someone she doesn't know come over every now and then and pretend to be your girlfriend," you proclaim, feeling confident at the idea of some stranger playing the role of a girlfriend.

He hums in thought, tapping his whistle with his finger, the sound of the tiny ball inside hitting the walls it is confined in. "I don't think I have enough money to pay a stranger to play the role of a girlfriend," he exclaims. 

"I'm pretty sure someone would do it for free after hearing a story like that," you point out. You would do it for free after hearing the story. Cheating is something you hate when it comes to being in a relationship. If they're not happy with you, why keep it a secret and have a different relationship with someone else? Why not speak up and end things before it blows up even more? You'll never understand it. 

He chuckles. "Thanks, and I'll keep that in mind." The two of you are silent for a moment, enjoying the peace that falls over you, the sound of the waves and the smell of the sea playing like a peaceful song that can put you to sleep. He sticks his hand out towards you after a moment. "Taehyung," he says. 

You smile, taking his hand and shaking it as you reply, "Y/N." 

As he lets your hand go, he nods towards the items next to you. "So what were you going to text him?" 

"Text who?" 

"Your ex. No one types that roughly if they're not mad about something," he specifies, running a hand through his bright red locks, his strands of hair moving away from his eyes. If you were into being nude at the beach, you'd probably come here everyday just to see him. He has this look to him that draws you to him. He has this look that makes you want to run your own hand through his hair, feel the softness of his hair. "Well?"

"Oh." You shake your head from all thoughts of what if as you grab your phone and unlock it, the message is still there. Sticking it out towards him, Taehyung takes the phone and reads your message. You watch him in silence as he skims over most likely the message you sent him hours ago and the one that is waiting to be sent. You can see his eyes travel back and forth until it finally comes to a stop. He says nothing for a while before he presses the backspace button and your message gets erased. You want to question him, but maybe it's because you're mad and ready to fight that it's best you let him delete the hateful words. You may not be thinking straight and those words can backfire on you rather than him. However, as he begins to type away at the keys, you can't help but question him, "What are you doing?"

"Sending him a text that'll get him calling you and that's when you can tell him those words you wrote. Hearing it rather than reading is more painful," he proclaims, locking your screen and handing it back to you. "I suggest you don't read it until after you've had your talk. Reading the message will only make you want to apologize or something." 

You take your phone back, eyeing him curiously. "Okay," you say, placing your phone in your bag rather than keeping it in front of you. You know that if you have it out in the open for it to mock you, you'll only give in and read whatever message Taehyung sent to Namjoon. 

"Also this Namjoon guy? He sounds like one of those types of guys that cares deeply for everyone and has no sense to just stop things before they blow up in his face." The way he just described Namjoon has never been so spot on until earlier today when he did just that. You would have never said that Namjoon would do something like that, but now that you're at the receding end of it, everything clicks in some sad reality. 

"Yeah," you mumble. "That idiot." 

Taehyung places his hand over yours on your lap. "It's going to suck for a while, Y/N, but eventually it turns into a far off memory and you move on," he tells you, voice soft and caring. Something you haven't heard in such a long time. Just someone who cared for you the way Namjoon used to. 

Without even thinking, you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips, but you immediately pull back at the realization you kissed some random stranger because he said some nice words to you. "I'm sorry—I shouldn't have done that." You grab your bag and shoot to your feet. "I should go, that was a mistake and I'm sorry for that." 

"Wait!" Taehyung is at his feet and taking a delicate hold of your wrist , turning you back to face him. He's staring at you, but you can't bring it in you to even meet his gaze. You can feel the heat on your cheeks, the cold air long forgotten as you look down at his bare chest, but immediately look somewhere else as your thoughts had something else in mind at the sight of his lean figure. "I'm not going to lie, that caught me off guard," he begins, letting your wrist go, "but I'm not going to deny that I'd like to do it again." 

You look up at him, completely taken aback. "What?" 

He looks at you and there is no bashfulness, no eyes looking at anything but you like you did moments ago. No. Taehyung, this stranger you met only hours ago is looking at you with so much confidence that you want him to take you right here right now. It does not matter to you that you wish to have sex with a stranger. Right now you want to be plowed by this lifeguard. You want him to save you from leaving and regretting never knowing what it's like to have that one night stand people always talk about. 

"If you're willing to stay for a little while longer, take a step forward. If you want to leave I won't stop you," is all he says as he stands where he is, giving you the decision to make. 

"Why did you decide to become a lifeguard?" you suddenly ask, hoping to catch him off guard, but you don't. 

"To see the naked women," he replies nonchalantly. 

You frown. "Really? That's it?" 

He shakes his head. "No, not really. I did it to save lives, and this beach is closer to where I live." He pauses for a second. "Plus to see naked women," he adds. The two of you share a laugh, the joyful sounds mixing with the waves rolling over one another and the sound of crickets off into the distance hidden within the trees. Although it'll only be brief, you feel as if some weight has been lifted off your shoulders. Stress and heartache are not stirring within you. You feel at ease, and so, with your mind more clearer than it was when you kissed him, you took that step forward. 

Taehyung takes a step forward. Your bodies are a mere inch away from one another, your head tilts up towards him. You can feel his warm breath against your lips, a small brush between your skin, and then a drop followed by another and another. You pull back and wipe at your cheek where the wet substance hit, but it doesn't stop. Rain pours from the sky within seconds, drenching you within a few seconds. 

"Was not expecting that," he calls over the downpour. You shield your eyes from the rain, staring up at him as he runs his hand through his hair that stuck to his forehead and lashes. He looks at you giving a boxy grin as he says, "Maybe we should head inside." Taking a hold of your hand, the two of yours run towards the lifeguard tower, your free hand clutching your bag in hopes of your personal belongings staying dry. 

You run as best you can, but with the sand soon turning to mud, you can feel your shoes slowly slipping off. You do your best to pick up your feet as you run with Taehyung's pace until you've reached the railing to the tower. Following him up the ramp and to the door, Taehyung opens the door and you follow after, the door closing behind you. The pitter patter sounds from the raindrops hitting the roof is heard as you lightly gasp from running. 

"Sorry the only light we have is this crappy lamp," he tells you, walking past you and towards the corner of the small room where a small, white lamp sits at the end of the wall length table. Along with the lamp, the table had a few scattered papers, a map of what looks like the city is pinned to the wall above the table. To your left is another table, but smaller than the one closest to you, where two chairs are with binoculars, radios, and first aides. The picture windows give you a view of the ocean, and the shores of the beach. You can imagine what the inside of this place would look like when the sun's light would shine in. 

"Nice place," you comment, placing your bag on the corner of the wall length table. 

You earn a chuckle from Taehyung as he crouches down, opening a cabinet under the desk and pulls out two seaweed colored towels. He hands one to you, to which you gratefully take and begin drying your hair as he does the same. "Wasn't expecting a nice sunny day to turn into a shit storm." 

You let out a sigh through chattering teeth. "What a day," you say more to yourself than to Taehyung. This storm is the exact description of how you felt moments ago, but not so much anymore. Not when the person in front of you did all he could to distract you from the heartbreak that will linger when you no longer see him. When you two part ways. Watching him as he drapes the towel over his head to dry it as much as he can, your eyes can't help but wander down his toned stomach, the water drops glistening over his olive skin making it look like sweat. You travel down further to his swim trunks that stick to his thighs like glue, revealing his not so hidden manhood. 

You wipe at your face and hope you removed whatever running make-up you had and you look decent enough. "Nice junk." 

"Nice breasts," he counters back, and you freeze, slowly removing the towel just enough to look down at your chest. Through the white lilies that oh-so happened to be on your breasts, you can see your hardened nipples. You cover them with the towel, glaring daggers at him. "You started it," he protests, now drying his body. "So," he begins, keeping his eyes on yours, "you in the mood to finish that kiss and forget about your ex, or do you want to wait this storm out?"

"Excuse me?"

Taehyung shrugs. "What almost happened out there is all I'm thinking about right now. Sure, it may have been because your emotions are all over the place, but so are mine." He drops his arms to his sides, the towel still in his grip. "I can use a distraction from my ex if you're up to it." 

"I don't know you," you state, holding the damp towel even closer to you. 

"It's called a one night stand." 

"I've never been with someone who wasn't my boyfriend before," you add, trying to ignore the feelings bubble from deep down within. The feeling that's telling you to take this chance. Take him. 

"Well I can play pretend if it makes it easier," Taehyung says, in a tone so calm you wonder if he's serious or just joking. A flash crosses the room, followed by a loud roar as the small lamp light goes out. You jump from the sudden plunge of darkness that comes over the small room. You can hear him sigh. "One second—I know the flashlight is somewhere in these cabinets." 

Maybe this is a sign—most likely it's not, but right now you see it as the sign you've been looking for because you're striding towards with him a rapid heartbeat and all the confidence you can muster. With another flash of light and the loud roar of thunder, you see Taehyung get to his feet with a flashlight in hand. He disappears but you feel his chest with your palms. 

He jumps a little from the sudden contact. "You scared of storms?" he asks in such a soothing tone that it only drives you to be more courageous. Your hands travel up his chest, feeling him flex beneath you until you're cupping his cheeks. With every last ounce of bravery, you bring your lips to his. You thought it'd be romantic or awkward, but the way Taehyung catches on and takes the lead, the two of you are kissing like you've been lusting after one another for days. 

You wrap your arms around his neck while you feel Taehyung's hands go to your waist, gripping you tightly as his tongue brushes along your lips. You gladly accept as you feel his tongue enter your mouth and explore and dance with your tongue. A hand travels up to his bright red hair, running your fingers through it while his hands travel to your ass, cupping it roughly. 

You sigh into his mouth, biting his lower lip and pulling back. Taehyung groans as he squeezes your flesh. "Am I the ex?"

You shake your head as you jump and wrap your legs around his waist and he holds you with ease. You kiss your way down to his neck, biting and licking his skin. "He's not worth it," you mumble into his neck. 

Taehyung chuckles, taking a few steps forward before placing you on the table. He pulls back, but you refuse to unwrap your legs from around his waist. He takes hold of your dress, just above your first button and rips your dress open, the sound of your flying buttons faintly hitting the wooden floor. 

You gasp, "How do you expect me to go home with an open dress?"

"Who says you're going home after this?"

His lips meet yours, hands traveling up your bare thighs, stomach and finally to clothed breasts. You arch your back for him to grope and squeeze, his tongue taking the lead of the dance they played. You pull back, panting as you say, "Please take them off." Another flash of lightning and you can see the lust in his eyes as he stares at you. "Touch me." 

He reaches behind you and unclasps your bra in one swift motion, pulling it completely off you and dropping it to the ground. "Lift your ass," he commands, and you do as told as he slips your underwear off. With your eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, you can see his outline move back and the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor before he is sitting in front of you. You feel him grab your ankles and place them on the edge of the table you're sitting on, your legs wide open for him. "Hope you don't mind skipping the kissing and hand touching," he tells you, his hands holding your thighs as his tongue dives in. 

You flinch, his tongue exploring your inner walls. Resting your head against the wall, you close your eyes, fingers running through his locks, and enjoy the feeling of his mouth doing its magic. "Your mouth is amazing," you compliment, body jerking as he prods his tongue inside you. "Namjoon isn't half as good," you moan, pulling his hair as he latches onto your clit and sucks. "Fuck."

"Your ex sucks major ass if he can't eat you out properly," he growls, sticking his finger in his mouth to wet it before lining it up with your entrance. "I'll make sure you're screaming for more by the end of this." He inserts his finger slowly, his mouth finding its way back to your bud. 

A louder moan leaves your lips, enjoying the feeling of a stranger suck on your swollen bead and his fingers slowly fucking you. Namjoon isn't the type to devote his time to eating you out—another finger is inserted and your hips lift higher for him to have better ease in thrusting his skilled digits in you as if he's been doing this his whole life. Mastering the perfect finger fuck that leaves you panting, begging and not thinking straight. You don't understand the words that are coming out of your mouth besides a few "please" and "faster" but it's hard to decipher. His tongue swirls around your now swollen clit and his fingers curling and hitting just the perfect spot to send you over the edge. 

"I'm coming," you cry, toes curling and grip on the desk as tight as you can hold it while another grip holds his head closely to your heart. Your body shakes harder, breath caught in your throat as he picks up his speed. "Oh my—please don't stop," you choke as your back arches, head thrown back and banging against the wall. You moan out his name as you explode in pleasure, panting heavily as the euphoria dies down leaving you wanting nothing more than for him to just fuck you. Nothing more than to just feel him in your mouth as he moans out in pleasure, gripping your hair tightly as he thrusts into your mouth and then you. 

He pulls his fingers out, removing his mouth from your clit. "Fuck, beautiful," he begins, bending down and picking up the towel he dropped on the floor to wipe at his face, "if that's what you sound like all the time, then there definitely needs to be a round two at my place after this." 

You would be blushing hard right now if you weren't so preoccupied with wanting to continue this one-night stand. "Let me taste you," you tell him, seeing his somber expression briefly as light fills the room for a few seconds. 

Taehyung chuckles, his silhouette standing to his feet. "I already told you, Y/N, round two is at my place and I'll be sure to let you have a taste then. But for now"—Taehyung bends down just a bit before he's standing straight again—"it's all about you." His fingers brush between your lips, earning a gasp from you. "I can't wait to hear your moans again." He grabs a hold of your legs and drags you forward until your behind is at the edge of the desk. He wraps your legs around his waist, his tip prodding your entrance. 

You cup his cheeks and kiss him roughly. Your heart is racing with sheer excitement as you feel his tip run up and down your folds. Sighing into his mouth, you pull him closer with your legs, signaling for him to enter your core. He bites your lower lip teasingly and kisses his way down your neck as he finally pushes in. You sigh and lean back as he kisses his way between your breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, his hand cupping your other one. Biting your lip to suppress a moan, Taehyung pushes out and back in slowly. 

His tongue swirls around your tip, biting, pulling, kissing both breasts like he did when his focus was on your warmth. "Fuck me," you command, but it doesn't sound as authoritative as you intended with how good he's making you feel, but he hears you. He understands your needs and does as he's told. He pulls back, placing a hand around your neck, squeezing just tight enough, and thrusts into you hard. A moan gets caught in your throat. 

Your walls clench around him, that one thrust pushing you closer to the edge than you imagined. "Don't come yet, baby." His free hand holds your waist tightly as he thrusts roughly into you. "I'm not even close to coming yet." You can only let out a cry in response as you clutch onto the arm of the hand that is closed around your throat. "Did your ex ever do this to you?" he grunts, his grip on your waist tightening, attempting to hold you down. "Huh?" You can only shake your head, your heavy breathing is the only thing leaving your mouth. "Use your words, baby. Did your ex ever make you feel this good?"

"No," you groan, your nails now digging into his skin. "Not even c-close." His hand wrapped around your neck moves to the back, gripping tightly before pulling you forward and crashing his lips to yours. The two of you kiss in a feverish haste as all your loud moans are muffled. You wrap your arms around his neck, nails digging into his back. Breaking the kiss, you mumble against his lips, "Please don't stop—please." 

"Ah. I can't wait to take you home. Fuck you so hard you won't walk straight tomorrow—fuck I may not let you leave tomorrow. You want that, beautiful?"

"Yes please. I want you to make me beg for it—I want to taste you, feel you fuck my mouth and hear my gags," you tell him, completely lost in the feeling he's giving you. Never in your entire life have you said anything as vulgar as that. Namjoon never brought that out in you, but here's this stranger, having sex with you on the beach, bringing everything out of you. 

Taehyung chuckles, "I'll do so much more than that, baby." There's a ringing sound, but it's faint and you wonder if it's a ringing in your ears. You shut your eyes, resting your forehead against his shoulder as you feel the build up get to the point where you're ready to explode. However, Taehyung slows, and he's saying something you can't understand. Why'd he stop? You're so close...

"Oh hey, bro," he says, pace slow like he was in the beginning. You can't do this slow sex. "Wasn't expecting to ever hear from you again." You realize the ringing noise came from a phone, but you don't care. Removing your arms from around him and onto the table just behind your waist, you attempt to move at the pace Taehyung was going seconds ago. It's not as fast as his, but it's giving you something. "Fuck baby," he growls, his hand back around your neck. "Sorry but it seems like I gotta go. I got a beautiful girl waiting to be fucked again. You wanna hear what you could never give her?" 

The hand that was once holding the phone is now on your clit, rubbing fast circles. "What do you want?" You let out a loud moan as he picks up his speed again and with his hand wrapped around your neck, he brings you back to him with your lips brushing along with each other. "What do you want?" he asks again.

"I want to come," you beg, your heavy breaths mixing with his. "Please let me come." 

"Okay, beautiful. Let me hear you scream while you come," he hisses, giving you a rough kiss and you finally let your walls break. Your scream is muffled by his lips, your body shaking, toes curling and hands clutching onto him for dear life. You've never come so hard in your entire sex life. It feels amazing, and your body can't help but jerk as Taehyung pulls himself out of you, releasing his grip on your neck to grab your hand and wrap it around his member. "Help me?"

Taking hold of his hot, cum soaked penis, you swiftly move your hand up and down his length as fast as you can. He groans against your lips, breath heavy and forehead slick with sweat as you pump his dick. "Just like that, Y/N. Fuck I'm almost there," he whispers, giving you light kisses. 

"Come for me, daddy. I want to go to your place and fuck you again," you whisper back, going as fast as you can as you twist your hand every so often. 

"Fuck," he grunts, bucking his hips as you feel his warm seed fall on your hand and wrist. You continue to drain him until his body is still. The two of you are silent for a moment, the rain long gone, before Taehyung pulls back. You can barely make out his facial expression, but it's hard to read. "Daddy," he says. You're thankful it's dark because right now you're blushing hard. "I like it." You can barely see him bend down briefly before you feel a cloth object placed on your leg. "Shall we clean up before heading back to my place?"

You wake up to a filter of light shining through the slits of the curtains and landing right on your eyes. You squint and turn your head to the other side, snuggling your face deeper into the pillow. Before you could fall back into the blissful slumber, you feel the bed shift beneath you, dipping on either side of you, and light kisses being placed on your bare back. 

You giggle, "Morning." 

"Oh, you're awake," he says, as if the kisses weren't the technique to attempt to wake you. You shift your body onto your back and open your eyes to lock gazes with Taehyung. He smiles his boxy grin. "Morning," he says, voice husky. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on your lips. "I was thinking," he says, kissing you once more before kissing your jaw. 

"You were thinking," you say, smiling as you feel his lips travel down to your neck.

"I should take you out on a date." He bites lightly at your neck. "If you're up to it." 

You move your head to the side to give him more access to your neck. "A date?" you sigh, enjoying the feeling of his tongue brushing along your skin. 

He travels back up to your lips. "Yeah," he tells you, lips brushing along yours. "After all, it seems like your ex is the same guy my ex cheated on me with, so it's only fair to treat his ex like royalty." He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. "What do you say?"

You remember last night, the phone conversation Taehyung had and discovering later that it was Namjoon he was talking to. That drove both of you two to have another round in his car on the beach parking lot. You even sent a text to Taehyung's ex about being his new girl and to "fuck off" as you put it. You did things you've never done before and you even confessed during your third round of sex that you like him. To your luck he felt the same way. 

You smile at him, brushing your fingers along his cheek. "I'd love to." 

Relief seems to fill his eyes as he smiles back and places a gentle kiss to your lips. "Dinner, movie and a good fuck," he says, earning a laugh from you. "We'll get ready in a bit, but first"—he grabs the blanket and tosses it over his head—"breakfast." 

You laugh even louder as you feel his hands spread your legs apart.

Her Serendipity || 2

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

✒ Pairing - OT7 x Mafia!Fem!reader

✒ Alternative Universe - Hybrid + Mafia

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

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

✒ WC - 3664

CHAPTER TWO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ADORE

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

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

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

☆Alternative Universe - Tattoo Artist + Normal life

☆Genre - Fluff, Smut

☆Word count - 2409

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 'Cause here, we get to take our time

You, you're finer than some wine

We don't need to go nowhere tonight

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

I'll give you everything

I'll give you everything

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

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

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

You don't owe me anything

So when you're ready, baby

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my 

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

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

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

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

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

And then I'm like, oh, your love

My my my my my

And then I'm like, oh, yeah yeah

'Cause you're what I adore

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

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

 After that, when you catch your breath

You look at me and say

Love, are you real?

Just don't pretend you're just a friend

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

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

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

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

I'll give you everything

I'll give you everything

You don't owe me anything

So when you're ready, baby

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

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

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

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

And then I'm like, oh, your love

My my my my my

And then I'm like, oh, yeah yeah

'Cause you're what I adore

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

Just don't pretend you're just a friend

Don't pretend you're just a friend

Don't pretend you're just a friend

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

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

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

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

You got me screaming

My my my ma-ma my my

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

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

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

And then I'm like, oh, your love

My my my my my

And then I'm like, oh, yeah yeah

'Cause you're what I adore

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

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 (𝟎𝟏. 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒)

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 | ❝ When you do something with soul, creativity or love; putting a piece of yourself into what you do. ❞

★★ 𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺.★★

Summary - You're a young woman who's shy and tomboyish who unexpectedly has two soulmate names inked on your skin. You had found one soulmate while in high school named Roman who has been with you through many ups and downs. Roman was a unique man in his own way. Which made you love him more for who he is. The two of you are inseparable growing older and now have a job together on a YouTube channel with your group of friends. Though you had Roman at your side you have always wondered and questioned who your other soulmate was… Taehyung. One day your question is answered when you find your other soulmate Taehyung is part of a YouTube group called BTS. But all are shocked when they find out he happens to be the identical twin of Roman, who had no clue he had a twin much less an identical one. Which starts an interesting journey for the three of you. All you knew was that you were curious and stuck in a state of wonder. But you knew you would love the two men whose souls were tangled with yours.

Pairing - Twins!Taehyung x Fem!Reader or Taehyung x Fem!Reader x Male!Oc

Alternative Universe - Normal Life, YouTube, Soulmate

Warnings - Fluff, Angst, Semi Smut, Language, Bullying, Cyber Bullying, Fem!Boy/Flower Boy, Interracial Relationship, MxM, Poly. Relationship (this is a triangle Poly. relationship. Meaning Oc and Taehyung will not be together, but will both be in a relationship with MC.), Past Abuse, Mentions of Adoption, May Add If Needed

The feeling of fingers lightly brushing against your arm up to the curve of your shoulder was the first thing you woke up to in the morning. The feeling sent a shiver down your spine knowing who they belonged to. You then felt their fingers lightly travel down your arm again and making their way to your waist. They then firmly wrapped an arm around you. As your back was pulled into a firm chest you then felt a pair of lips meet the curve of your shoulder. The pair of lips soon traveled up your neck to kiss behind your ear once and then the owner of the lips spoke.

“I know you're up, love,” a male deep teasing voice filled the quiet room as he chuckled. Upon hearing his voice a giggle escaped your lips. Knowing you couldn’t pretend you were asleep any more. So with a sigh you turned around and faced the owner of the strong arms that were wrapped around you. The owner of the smooth lips that were on your skin, the one who owned the deep voice that you loved to hear so much. As you turned you were met with your smiling soulmate. The one soulmate who you knew since it felt like forever. The one who’s name was written above your left collar bone… Roman Knight. 

You had met Roman when you were in highschool and he was as well. The two of you were in the same friend group but never had the chance to meet at first. But once your best friends Zia Jacobs and Philip Davidson also known as Phil found out about both of your soulmate names. The two instantly knew that Roman their friend was one of your soulmates. So the two had a little get together with all of their friends and soulmates and made you two meet.

The first thing that came to mind when you saw Roman was one thing: boy was he pretty. He had on a pastel pink jacket on top of a white shirt, light blue skinny jeans, with pink and white converse. His skin was littered with cute little colorful drawings. The one drawing that stuck out the most was the one on his cheek, a rainbow colored flower. His wavy hair that fell over his eyes was colored a pastel pink. And his face was decorated with light makeup. The first time you met him your breath was taken away. So much so you almost swooned. 

The first time you met Roman, you knew he was different. From the first time speaking to him getting to know him, all you wanted to do was take Roman in your arms and never let go. You wanted to shield him from the world. But you knew he had you hooked. You knew that he had you wrapped around his finger. Especially when finding out his name… your soulmate. What you didn’t know was that Roman was thinking and feeling the same things you were but towards you. You didn’t know until later on once he spilled his feelings to you.

But from our first meeting, you two became the best of friends… inseparable. And once after a while the two of you started dating officially. You both have been together ever since and still going strong after many years together. You still had your trials and tribulations that you went through and still go through till this day. But the two of you go through them together.  

Roman Knight was your first everything; first kiss, first date, first boyfriend. Both Roman and yourself cherish every moment more than ever. Though what most didn’t know was that you had two soulmates… but you only know one which was Roman. While Roman’s name was above your left collar bone, on your right was the cursive writing of the name Taehyung Kim. 

Taehyung was your other soulmate who you have yet to meet. It was a huge bump in the road for Roman and yourself because you had two soulmates. While Roman only had one, you. Meaning two people had to share a soulmate. There were difficulties with the matter but after time there were agreements and you two became happy with the agreements. Both of you learnt over time to soak up all the time you have with each other before someone else came into the picture. 

Smiling with a content sigh you had reached up and lightly brushed Roman's freshly dyed pink hair from his dark brown eyes. You then began tracing his features with the tips of your fingers. You were so taken by him that you didn’t hear Roman begin speaking to you. You were soon cut off from tracing his features when Roman gently took your wrist in his hand. Placing a kiss on your wrist Roman then spoke again now having your attention.

“... Are you listening, love?” Roman whispered with a smile. 

“Umm no… I have no clue what you said Row,” you giggled. As you felt your face begin to heat up. Roman chuckled and then crawled over you. Placing himself on top of you he then began to place a kiss upon your lips before lying on top of you. Resting his arms on your chest he lies his head on his arms looking up at you. Smiling at him you reached and began to play with his pastel pink hair. That you always found yourself playing with. But you soon stopped when a thought came to my head. 

Today was the day that Roman would reveal himself on your youtube channel that you shared with your friends. The channel was called The Diverse Crew and it was runned by yourself and Roman and your friends you knew from high school, Zia, Phil, Nate, and Bill. You all did a whole bunch of things on the channel dealing with dancing, singing, and art. It was a pretty big channel with different branches connected to it. 

“Are you sure you wanna reveal yourself on our youtube channel,” you had questioned him. You knew how he was. Roman was an introvert and shy to a fault just like you but more so. It was one of the things you bonded over. But once you were both comfortable with people you could be all over the place. 

That was why you were wondering if he really wanted to go onto the channel and reveal himself. Roman has been on your channel before but was always covered up to keep his identity a secret. You and my friends were fine with that, he felt comfortable that way. But you were also alright if he joined the crew with his identity revealed. You just wanted to make sure if that was what he really wanted to do, you didn’t want Roman to get overwhelmed. So recently you always ended up making sure it was what he wanted to do these past few days.

“Yeah I’m ready, But I also want to be known as your soulmate too,” Roman answered with a smirk as he traced his name on your skin with his fingertips. Which caused ashiver to run down your spine, As you felt the sparks that always came when he touched you. Hearing him caused you to smile though. But soon you felt his fingers begin to become ticklish so you ended up giggling. Leaning forward you soon kissed his cheek. Dropping your head back onto the pillow with a sigh you stared up at the ceiling and nodded.

“Of course we can announce that you're my soulmate. I’ve been tired of the comments and what not. It can take people off my back about at least one of my soulmates,” you rambled on. You felt Roman nod to your ramble looking back at him. You see he had a small smile on his face. You knew one of the reasons he was happy to reveal himself was so that people knew he was your soulmate and you were his. People already knew you had two soulmates and knew you had met one. They knew him as Row on the channel, the one that covered himself up. Thinking about him being possessive though made you giggle a bit.

“What?” Roman asked, tilting his head with a smile. 

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Do you think we should get ready?” You chuckled, as you shook your head changing the subject. 

“Yes!!! I’m doing your hair and make up Y/n,” he exclaimed with a wide smile. Wrapping his arms around you he buried his face into your chest with a chuckle. Laughing you wrapped your arms around him pulling him close. 

“Okay Row my goodness. Can you help me pick something out?” You asked him, knowing that Roman loved when he could help you get ready. He usually helped get you dressed for the channel. But other than that you were usually in sweatpants and a t - shirt. You were one to dress up like a tomboy but sometimes you’d let Roman dress you up to his liking.

“Most definitely love,” he cheered, raising his head up with a wide smile still on his face. Another giggle escaped you. As you placed a hand on his cheek. As soon as you did, Roman leaned into your hand soaking up the affection. Dragging your thumb over his cheek you smiled back at him. But the moment was short lived once you saw what time it was on the digital clock next to your bed.

“Okay my flower. Get up so we can get ready,” you softly ordered him. As you shuffled underneath him. Reaching over you took your phone from the bedside stand and looked over your texts.

“Alright!” Roman exclaimed as he jumped off you and ran to our closet. 

Chuckling, you watched as he ran around getting your clothes ready for the day. You couldn’t help but think he was so cute.  You adored him so much. It was no secret that Roman was different. You thought he was special. He just had a different way of looking at things and took interest in different things than most wouldn’t. These things made people judge him, but yourself and your friends were always there to shut them up. It was hard for Roman and you in high school because just like him you were different too. But you always stuck together and stayed close to your friend group who never judged you both.

 Before you could think about those days you shook the thoughts from your head and looked back to your phone. You took the time to read over a few important texts from your friends dealing with the channel. Putting down the phone you got up and walked to the vanity in the room that you and Roman shared and started to brush out your long hair. A giggle would escape you here and there as you watched Roman run around through the mirror. After placing your clothes on the bed he was soon next to you plugging up a straighter and curling iron.

“What would you like me to do with your hair?” He asked, as he took the brush from your hands. He then gently pushed you to sit down in the stool that went with the vanity. Smiling to him in the mirror you shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know. Do whatever you want, Row. You know what I like and what not so go ahead and put something together.” you shrugged again clueless with a chuckle. Because you were clueless. You weren't one for all the hair and make up stuff. You usually depend on Roman or your friend Zia to guide you with that sort of stuff. You knew very little when it came to that stuff. You only liked eyeliner and mascara then you’d throw your hair in a ponytail or leave it out. You were good for those things. 

Roman soon laughed but nodded and began to work on your hair and make up. Looking at him in the mirror you watched as he did your hair with a look of content and focus. I watched him with admiration and awe. You loved when he did your hair or anyones at the matter. You could tell he was in his element and he was doing what he loved. You were shaken from your thoughts though when your phone rang. You were about to get up to get it but Roman placed a hand on your shoulder stopping you. Clipping your hair in place he walked over and got your phone looking at who it was.

“It’s Zia,” he answered with a smile. He was always happy to hear from his friends. They were more so like family to him. Having helped him through so much. So with a wide smile he showed you the phone. Revealing a goofy picture of Zia on your phone.

“Can you answer it please,” you said, trying not to move your head. He nodded and answered the phone. Walking over he began doing your hair again. He unclipped the piece of hair and began straightening your hair.   

“Hey Zia!” He answered, placing the phone between his shoulder and ear. But soon sucked his teeth and handed you the phone with a playful roll of his eyes. As he mumbled, “she wants to talk to you.” 

Sighing you rolled your eyes as well with a chuckle. Taking the phone the first thing you heard was Zia shouting “HELLO Y/N!”

“Damn Zia! Calm down! What is it you want?” You laughed, as you finally placed the phone to your ear to listen to what she had to say. You soon heard a deep chuckle from behind you from Roman. You knew he heard her through the phone. Which caused you to smile at him through the mirror, which he returned as he continued your hair.

“I wanted to speak to you about today's live on the channel,” Zia informed you. Once she calmed down with a more serious tone. You knew she meant business when she got this way. So with a sigh you listened to what she had to say.

“Yeah, what about it?” You questioned her. You were confused as to what she wanted to talk about. We had gone over as a group on what would be said and what questions would be answered. You all also were going to make sure everyone in our group was there. That meant you, Zia, Nate, Bill, and Phil. It was so that you could all support Roman and could help if something happened during the live.

“Nothing much just wanted to go over the questions with you and what not since you are leading the show today,” Zia explained to you. You could hear papers and what not shuffle over the phone. So you gave her a minute to gather what she needed. 

Looking into the mirror you watched as Roman did your hair. He was finishing up straightening your hair and seemed to be starting to style it. As he did so you talked to Zia over what was going to be done and talked about on the channel today. You also brought Roman into the conversation as well being that it was him revealing himself on the channel. You wanted to make sure he was comfortable with the questions and what not. Which he was okay with mostly all of them.  

Soon you all were wrapping up everything on the conversation over the phone with Zia and you hung up the phone. As you did so Roman finished your hair. Which was in a half up and half down hairstyle. Which you loved. He then turned you around and began doing your makeup with light tones. Staying still you talked to him about the show.

“Are you excited?” You asked with your eyes closed. As he did your eyeshadow. 

“Yeah I want to be more involved and what not. I know I can keep my identity a secret but I want to start making a name for myself. And I want to stop hiding who I am. I want to not be scared of what people will say about me. I want to be me. You know,” he revealed to you. Roman was officially tired of hiding who he was as a person. Yes, he was different than most. But that didn’t mean he should hide who he was. With your help over the years Roman had learned to love who he was. And he finally wanted to flaunt it. He wanted to flaunt who he was and be proud of himself. He also wanted to stand proudly by your side… as your soulmate.He wanted to get over his fear of being judged. As he thought of this you then noticed a tear slip from his eye which you caught. Wiping it away you nodded with a sincere smile.

“It’s okay Row I understand. And that's what we are going to do today,” you whispered. Leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. He sighed into the kiss then broke away. Placing his head against mine. 

Nodding he then leaned back and continued to do your makeup. After he was done you gave him another kiss and thanked him and went over to put on your clothes. It was a black long sleeve shirt with a light blue jean overall short dress over the shirt that went to your knees. When you were done dressing you turned to Roman and watched as he was doing his hair and make up. Waiting for him to get done you watched and played on your phone. When he was done he ran over to change into his outfit; a white button up shirt with small vertical pink stripes, a pair of light blue skinny jeans, with pink shoes, and topped it off with a pink leather jacket. 

“You look so pretty, Row!” You flirted with a smirk. He soon started to blush but soon glided over to you wrapping his arms around you. Leaning down he kissed you with a chuckle. 

“Thank you, Y/n, You look pretty too, my love,” he smirked at you. Blushing, you whispered a thank you. And then went over and grabbed your purses. Handing Roman his pink purse you put your own black purse on your shoulder. Roman was shaking with excitement and he soon grabbed your hand and began to drag you out of your apartment to our car.

𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 (𝟎𝟏. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄)

𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 |❝ You have bewitched me, body and soul. ❞

Summary - You are a young witch moving to Forks Washington after certain events that changed you. All you wanted was to start anew with your family. While trying to start another chapter in your life you find yourself forming a bond and falling in love with a vampire named Taehyung. Both of you start an adventure with each other and go through the troubles together being, a rare pair, a witch and vampire in love.

Pairing - Vampire!Taehyung x Fem!Witch!reader

Alternative Universe - Twilight Saga

Warnings - Language, Angst, Fluff, Spoilers, Violence, Gore of sorts, Past Abuse, Blood, Semi Smut, Mature Themes, May Add If Needed

Clouds. Trees. Leaves. Green. Gray. Brown. Blue.

There was a vast amount of white and gray clouds of different shades, shapes, and sizes in the grayish blue serene sky. But it stopped in the middle abruptly. To clash along with the different green tree tops. With their unique colors and forms that included different greens and browns. Looking around everything was damp. Drops of water were everywhere dripping beautifully.

Some would probably say it just rained. But you would say the sky had just stopped crying, but that was just yor thinking on the matter. The nature here all clashed so beautifully, just as beautiful and unique as any other place. The place that comes to your mind though, was New York, your home state.Though it was the total opposite of the place you were at now. You still thought they were beautiful in their own way.

The nature and uniqueness were all you could see and could think about at the moment. As you sat in the backseat of her stepfather's car. While the seats before you were being preoccupied by two men. Who were different in their own way but alike in some ways. Right now though the two were bickering continuously. The two had been playfully bantering the whole trip. The two men were your stepfather who was driving, and then next to him was your godfather. Your godfather who you saw as your uncle and called him Uncle Will. Who happened to be sitting in the passenger seat.

"Are we there yet? " William Johnson, your uncle whined to her step-father for the tenth time during your ride. He seemed to be bored at the moment more than anything. Because when he wasn't stuck in his head, or it wasn't a serious matter... he joked around and spoke a lot. Soon you could hear your step-father take a deep breath that was filled with irritation. Seeming to be over with Will's antics, knowing that he was about to joke about a song having hear it before during the drive. Hearing them you looked from the window. You turn to put your attention on the two. Watching the two of them argue again. Being it was one of your sources of entertainment during the drive.

"Man, if you ask me one more time. Imma come from way back when and smack the shit outta you," your stepfather Max Wilson yelled with agitation as he turned to William with an agitated look. After a moment Max then turned to put his focus back on the road. Then and there you could tell he was done with this drive altogether. You could also feel his emotions, irritation. tiredness, but also amusement. That he was hiding very well.

"Here we go again," you had heard a mutter come from the seat next to you. As you soon felt a nudge under your hand. There they were next to you was a black cat with its ears flickering and tail swaying behind them. As they nudge their head under your hand trying to get your attention. The black cat was male. He went by the name of Yoongi, and he was also known as Suga. Who happened to also be your familiar. Looking down, you placed a hand on his head to pet him. You then sent him a discreet nod as you continued to watch the two men in front of you begin arguing again.

"Why you gotta be so rude?" William sang with a pout. As he leaned his head back on the head rest of his seat looking at Max with his wide dark brown eyes. He was being overly dramatic at the moment. But if he wasn't he wouldn't be Will. He was a man who was humorous and a jockster. But when the time called for it he could be serious. But still even then he'd tried to crack a joke to lighten the mood. This caused you to smile thinking about Will and his jokes and humor.

"Why you gotta be so freaking annoying?" Max grumbled with tense shoulders. Even though Max was agitated, he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. While he playfully bantered with his best friend. Max was the serious one of the two. But he could still joke around when the time calls for it. He could still loosen up when he wanted to, but take charge when needed.

"You both sound like an old married couple," you voiced with a chuckle. As you looked at the two men in front of you. Before turning your attention to Yoongi. Who was now climbing into your lap making himself comfortable. With a smile you began to pet him as he purred and lied on your lap. It always made you smile when he was affectionate. Being that he was only affectionate with you.

"Well damn, why you gotta be so rude too, Y/n," William sang again but to you. Turning his head to you with an exaggerated pout on his face. While Max playfully whined like a child. Max then looked up at you through the rear view mirror with his own over exaggerated pout. These two when alone were funny, but together they were hilarious. They could make anyone laugh if they wanted to. Which they did often.

"Why do you guys gotta act like five-year old's Uncle Will? " You retorted back looking at the two with an innocent smile. Shaking your head you looked down quickly at Yoongi petting him trying to hide your giggles. Not being able to help it but egg them on. Yoongi though didn't seem to care as he laughed loudly.

"Oh burn," Yoongi chuckled with his heavy accent. Looking at the two men with a tilt of his head. He was always aggravated with the two and their jokes. But he couldn't deny they were good men. They have done so much for him like you have. He was happy to be a part of this little family and was grateful that they accepted him.

"Oh, shut up you pet," William snapped at Yoongi jokingly. William had a smirk upon his face. Knowing how much Yoongi despised being called a 'pet'. So, William used it every chance he could to get a rise out of the familiar. It was always in a joking manner. Yoongi knew but he really couldn't stand being called 'pet'. Which you could see even in his cat form you could tell he was angered. But you could tell his anger was rising through the bond you had. You also knew he was grumpy because he hadn't sleep that much during the ride. Having been trying to keep you calm. He knew how nervous you were because of the big change you were going through. Everyone knew you hated change.

"That, that is just cold," Maxed started with a shake of his head. While trying to ignore William and Yoongi. The two could go at each other continuously just like himself and William. But the two can get harsh with their jokes. Which Max really didn't want to hear at the moment. So, he tried to keep his attention off them. But it was no use as he heard Yoongi from your lap.

"Call me pet one more freaking time,''Yoongi growled, ready to pounce on William. Though before he could you were quick to pull him close to your chest. As you began to rub behind his ears down his back. Knowing the gesture would calm him. Which led Yoongi to fall into your chest. As he let out a loud purr. William was once again about to say another insult but was stopped by the glare you sent his way. Doing this caused your eyes to change into a reddish orange. Being that whenever you were feeling an intense emotion. At that moment you were annoyed immensely. Seeing this caused William to clear his throat. Not wanting to invoke you and turned his attention to Max.

"Max, well she is your daughter," William said, turning in his seat. Turning his teasing on Max once again. Also changing the subject off of Yoongi. Who was content in your arms. Seeming to be falling asleep as he fell deeper in your arms. Which caused you to smile as you continued to pet him behind his ears.

"What's that got to do with anything?" Max questioned William with a raised brow not denying the accusation. You though didn't contribute to the conversation. Because you was too busy hugging Yoongi close to you and petting him still. Yoongi then nudged you lazily under your chin. Seeming to finally fall asleep as he laid against your chest purring contently.

"Well she must have gotten it from somewhere," William insisted. Which you thought was kind of true as you listen to the two. Yes, Max wasn't your biological father. But Max was the closest thing you had to one. Him having raised you from a young age. So over the years of him raising you, you had picked up some of his habits. Not much but a few that you've carried along with you for years. The two of you never had a problem with it. But William brings it up any chance he gets to tease the two of you.

"You know she's got a mother right. She contributed too," Max retorted. Trying to take the blame off of himself. But Max soon shook his head, seeming to try to rid himself of memories. The memories of the past that haunted him at times. That he had gotten over. But he still had trouble remembering and being scared of it at times.

"Yea but that was one crazy bitch. She's nothing like her and you both raised her. So... she must've gotten it from you bro," William insisted once again. William knew what he said was true and wanted to get his pointed across on the matter. He knew you were nothing like your mother. Having been there in your life for a long time. He was there since you were a baby being friends with your mother for a long time. He was the one who had introduce Max and your mother together. Though he didn't know what happened to your mother. Neither men knew what happened to your mother. But they did know they were happy to have you in their life.

"I hate to agree but you're right man. She's better," Max praised you. As he sent you a soft sincere smile in the rearview mirror. Which you returned happily. Before you looked back out the window. Watching as the scenery went past as the car moved. But soon you looked down, stuck in your thoughts.

You were always happy when Max and William reminded you that you were nothing like your mother. Your mother being a cruel woman. She was nice the first years of your life. But when you started showing signs of magic... she changed drastically. Shaking your head you quickly turned to look out the window watching the trees and sky. Pulling Yoongi closer to you with a sigh kissing his furry head. Smiling when he purred. You were hoping that this move would be good for you. Hoping it would help you let go of the past and start seeing a new happy furture.

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At the moment, you were sitting in your new bed. As Yoongi laid contently in your lap purring. You were watching with amazement and concentration. Practicing your magic to put things in their appropriate places. While watching your magic as it floated things in the air; books, clothes, supplies, all of your things were floating everywhere from boxes. But as you were practicing your magic something came to your mind. You were so grateful for your magic. What would you do without it? But as you thought of that statement. In a quick moment you started to remember your past. The past you so desperately wanted to forget. The past that made you who you and what you were today. A very powerful witch. But what would have happened if she would have taken your powers? What would you have done then?

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Sitting in the corner of a basement you were tied up with rope. Your crying being muffled by tape over your mouth. A woman was standing in front of you, this woman was your mother. She was pacing back and forth vigorously, in panic reading the book in her hands. A book that you learned over the years was a grimoire.

You knew why her mother was panicking. She was panicking because she knew she didn't have enough time. Enough time to do what she had planned with the ritual she had set up for you. The reason being because Max and William would be on their way to save you soon. She was think of what she could do but came up with dead ends.

The reason you knew this was because you could hear her. More specifically, you could hear her thoughts. Her thoughts at the time were erratic and chaotic. But with her thoughts in such a state. it made it easy for you to find out many things from reading them. Being that her walls were down making her vulnerable along with them being loud. One thing that you found out was about the ritual she performed on you the night before. After she had used a spell on you to make you sleep.

The ritual that she had already done on you had made you more powerful than ever. You found out that was all part of her plan she had set up. You were just a vessel to hold the magic. Then she would extract it from you along with your own magic. Which made you weep from her spot in the corner.

That was the night you had been the most scared in your life. But it seemed to be the night that everything had changed for you. You have obtained more power than ever. Then without you knowing your magic had called out to Yoongi your familiar. You then ended up bonding with him as a witch and familiar. Who had been the one to take down your mother. When William and Max found you that night you were sobbing in the arms of Yoongi. Who had untied you and was trying to comfort and sooth you as he rocked you back and forth. While there was a pile of dust in front of you both where your mother once stood.

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"Hey Y/n. It's okay, come back to me. Come on," Yoongi's deep accent voice shook you from the past you were remembering. In front of you was a man. Who had long ebony hair, dark brown eyes, two black cat ears, and a tail swaying behind him. It took a moment, but you soon realized it was Yoongi in his human form. He was wearing his signature color black, a black shirt and a black pair of pants.

"Suga?" You sniffled as tears fell down your cheeks. As you looked around to find everything now floating mid air. Having stopped when you got caught up in your memory. This wasn't the first time this had happened. But everytime it happened you always had Yoongi there to help you through it. Which always made you grateful for your familiar.

"Hey sweetheart," Yoongi soothed. He placed a hand on your cheeks drying your tears and to try and keep you grounded. Looking around Yoongi then with a flick of his wrist, made everything go to their proper place with his own magic. The magic the both of you shared together.

"Was I out of it again," you whispered curiously. Looking into his dark brown eyes wondering what had happened. Sometimes when this happened you could be in a daze and not know what was happening around you. Which caused Yoongi to worry for you.

"Yes, but it's okay," Yoongi reassured you. He then reached behind you and began to pull the blanket on the bed back. He then gently pushed you to lay back into bed. He knew it was a little earlier, but he wanted you to get enough sleep for your first day of school tomorrow. He was worried for you but had faith in you. He had faith that you would get through this and would come out on top.

"Let's get you to bed, okay you've got school tomorrow my little witch," He reminded you softly. As he pulled the blankets over you. Making sure you were comfortable in bed.

"Okay," you sighed. As you began to get comfortable. Looking at the ceiling you were stuck in your thoughts. But your attention is grabbed when you hear a wisp of wind and a soft crack sound. Signifying that Yoongi was shifting into his cat form. When he was down shifting into his black cat form Yoongi then jumped into bed with you. Allowing you to hold him close.

"Yoongi?" You whispered as you petted Yoongi. Who was laying on your chest and purring as he rubbed his head under your chin. He was trying desperately to calm you. Which seemed to be working as you sighed snuggling closer to him.

"Yes Y/n," Yoongi answered. Looking up at you with a tilt of his head, He was curious wondering what you would ask him.

"You won't ever leave or hurt me right ?" You whispered the question that was plaguing her mind at the moment. As you looked down to her familiar of two years. Yoongi was quick to look up at you. He didn't put it against you to ask him such a question after having your mother betray you. You always seemed to ask him every once in a while. Which broke his heart. But he was quick to answer without hesitation.

"Never I'll always be here for you Y/n no matter what. Now get some sleep," Yoongi promised you. As he nudged you under your chin and began to purr. Which led you to fall into a deep dreamless sleep to the sound of Yoongi's purring.

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‧✧̣̇‧ Study Buddy 03

‧✧̣̇‧ pairings: YN x Taehyung

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

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

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

‧✧̣̇‧ word count: 1.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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One-shots:-

Lover's Revenge - @kooktrash

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

All you want - @kooktrash

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

Heatwave - @curly-bangtan

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

Loverboy - @kookslastbutton

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

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

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

Electra heart - @kooktrash

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

overdue | kth.

— banner by @jamaisjoons 🧸

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

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

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

↠ rating : 18+

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

↠ word count : 5K

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

↠ song : 120 - bad bunny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

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

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

"Taehyung."

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

Great.

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

It's gorgeous. He's gorgeous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks, Taehyung.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is actually happening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Taehyung…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Right there, baby?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A romantic man indeed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, maybe one day you can."

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

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

You know exactly where you want to go from here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

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

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

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

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▎ all rights reserved © nsfwjjk → 

reposting, modifying or translating is not allowed. appropriate legal action will be taken if any of my works are plagiarized in any way, shape or form. 

+ contains sexuality, strong language, mature themes, nsfw, smut

⇒ softcore | smut, fluff | idol au

you want to push him so that he fucked you rough until you squirted.

⇒ alphas | smut, fluff, angst

— 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

⇒ therapeutic spa | smut 

+ one — you got a full body massage from a hot masseur

+ two ft jungkook — you got a special fee after the last time

⇒ manhandled you | smut

+ he wanted to manhandle you from behind fuck you hard as he shove his fingers deep in your mouth, making you whimpers as you drool all over his fingers.

⇒ let me teach you | smut, fluff

+ you and yoongi has been in a relationship for two years but you are still a virgin because of how innocent you are, however, yoongi always having a hard time when you wear cute sexy outfits just for him plus whenever you wear his shirt.

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

⇒ take it | smut, angst

+ you humiliated your boyfriend in front of his friends and told him your ex can fuck you better— when the truth was you boyfriend always fucked you good and hard.

→ Control

Synopsis: Taehyung was from the SWAT team special force, and you were a russian spy holding him hostage to use him as a bait. But... were you really in control? He doesn't think so.

K. Taehyung x f.reader

Genre: detective au | yander-ish.

Tags: militar Taehyung, spy reader, kind of enemies to lovers, strong reader, yander-ish, kidnapping, mention of torture, obsessive Taehyung, hidden identity, spies, cocky Taehyung, sexual tension, blood, violence.

From the series masterlist; The chasing.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Taehyung’s forehead wound was dripping blood to the ground, the sound of it made something inside of you recoil, but you ignored the feeling.

You kidnapped him by orders of your boss. The man in front of you was from the swat team, and you have the task of getting information out of him. If it’s in a nice or violent way was up to him.

You dragged him to a basement with a blow to his head, and now he was unconscious with his head tilted to the side, dripping blood out of his wound.

You were sitting in front of him, realizing he was quite handsome.

After a couple of minutes, he blinked his eyes open. At first, he looked lost and confused, but then his gaze fell upon you, and to your bitter surprise he smirked.

You snorted incredulous, you expected anything but a smirk from him after he literally got a blow to his forehead.

“What the fuck are you smirking at?” Your thick accent made him smirk wider, and you lift a brow feeling rage running your veins. He was not in control here.

“There’s no need to be so riled up, y/n,” he said with a hoarse voice, lifting the corner of his lips with a drop of blood running to his chin.

Your breath hitched but you tried to hide your surprise with an expressionless facade. Your heart was beating fast against your ribcage, he wasn’t supposed to know your real identity, you were a spy for god’s sake. No one in this country knew your real name, so it was very frightening that he just said your name like if it’s nothing.

“Looks like the prey knows my name, so what? We’re not here for a friendly meeting, you’re here to tell me where’s your boss hideout. Just spill everything you know, a long torture session will be exhausting for the both of us.”

You were nonchalant and cold, it wasn’t the first time you torture someone to get information out of them, but it was the first time your target seemed to enjoy being in this position.

It was unnerving to see Taehyung’s grin.

“My, my, are you sure I am the prey here?” he asked lowly, with a dangerous glint in his eyes. The piercing and dark gaze that was fixed on you made you feel intimidated.

And you never, ever, felt intimidated in your life.

“Shut the fuck up Taehyung, or I’ll fucking break your legs, don’t test my patience,” you warned, but your tone tremble just a little, and he noticed.

He pouted, and it was an alarming but endearing sight to witness. You felt confused, as if you were in a stranger territory.

“Well, as you said, let’s finish this quickly. A long session will be exhausting indeed.”

You frowned confused, ready to bark him to shut up or punch him in the face, but nothing of that happened, because the next second Taehyung freed himself from his restrains, and you realized with horror that he was just distracting you all this time. You failed on something so basic as not letting your target to distract you, but that is a hard thing to do when it comes to Taehyung.

He grabbed your jaw forcibly making you whimper with pain, the sound only made him grin wider. The glint of his crazed eyes shining with darkness.

Despite your screams, struggles and threats, he bounded your wrists and ankles, making you kneel in front of him.

He grabbed your chin to make you look up at him, and he looked dangerous like this. With his other hand he cleaned his forehead, and a mischievous smirk was your only warn before he stained your lips with his blood. You freeze, you wanted to gag so bad but you were genuinely afraid of his reaction, so you did nothing but to stare up at him.

“Lick it,” he ordered with a dark voice.

And you did it, licking your lips with your tongue, feeling Taehyung’s heavy gaze on you.

“I changed my mind, I will prolong this torture session,” he said wrapping his hand on your neck, with a mischievous smirk and a darkened gaze pierced on you.

You couldn’t help but shed tears, you were so, so fucked up.

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hell is empty - JJK, KTH

04.2 FEEL THE RUSH ༄moodboard

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au

word count — 8K

listen to — void by the neighbourhood

warning/tags — single parent!reader, dad!jk, ceo!taehyung, pharmacy tech!reader, strong language, mentions of stalking, mentions of a knife + gun, mentions of blood, a lot of jealousy, mentions of constipation again, passive aggressive jk, possessive taehyung, pda, flashback to mint tae 👁, another important character is introduced, manhandling, explicit smut — praise/degradation, body worship, dirty talk, hickeys, multiple orgasms, panty stuffing, restraints in the form of a belt, oral (f), fingering, spitting, rough sex, doggy style, edging, overstimulation, protected sex, mild aftercare

a/n — here it is ! part 02 to part 04 👁

eomma - mother

“You should leave.”

Keep reading

I need someone to tell me which one of them gives the best comfort/aftercare and which one is just a sex maniac

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.

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.