#best friend! taehyung

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Unusual Suspects

You were always told that the internet wasn't a safe space and to be careful who you were talking to. Namjoon, your crush of years, was someone you thought was a safe haven - until you realized he wasn't the man you adored but instead a catfish pretending to be him. Now, said catfish is determined to ruin your life and the life of your childhood best friend, Taehyung, for their own sick pleasure.

Warning: yandere themes, catfishing, blackmailing, coercion, namjoon x reader, sexting, sextoys, squirting, fingering, sexual enhancement, voyeurism, cursing, reader is naive of course, fingering, nipple sucking, creampie, backshots, oral (f receiving), humiliation kink, blackmailing,

Word Count: 6,856

@bloodline1632 @darkuni63 @seokjinkismet @castlewolfsbane

'I always thought you were beautiful.'

Your smile slowly widens as you read the message on your phone.

Namjoon was - in your eyes - the man of your dreams. He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. Perfect smile with the same perfect set of teeth. Dimples cheeks so deep, you swear you could probably cuddle in them - of course not literally. Overall, Namjoon was the whole package. He was intelligent, studying English at a neighboring university.

You began speaking with him around three months ago. You were already too timid to introduce yourself when you met him officially three months before that at a party (via your best friend, Taehyung). They weren't close, friendly acquaintances at best.

When you got a message from an instagram account claiming to be Namjoon, you were over the moon. The account had several hundred followers and many pictures that you never questioned if it was him or not. As the both of you spoke often, you received pictures from Namjoon personally - pictures of him at museums or taking walks at parks.

You weren't opposed in sending your own pictures of you visiting museums, as well, or strolling through gardens or frequenting cafes and bookstores. Namjoon was a good conversationist. There was never a dull moment when they both of you were immersed in your conversations about life and any and everything.

The intimate pictures came recently, Namjoon sending one first. A picture of him laying down, clothed bulge on display. The sight of it makes your mouth water and thighs clench. You were hesitant to send your own pictures, but you do. You were self-conscious about your body. You never were sure if you had the flat stomach, decent size breast and butt. However, sitting and dwelling on it would do nothing but make you insecure so you sent the picture.

You didn't regret it when Namjoon sends a flood of messages claiming that you were beautiful, comparing your beauty to goddess and even angels. You were flattered and it causes you to send even more pictures - each one becoming more explicit and raunchier.

It didn't stop at pictures. He'd send you videos of him, claiming that your beauty was what caused him to touch himself. He'd send you videos of him pumping his cock in the camera, heavy breathing in the background. He asks you to do the same and when you do, you feel unsure. You never touched yourself on camera; and even if you, you'd never send it to anyone.

Vaginas weren't appealing to you. You didn't enjoy touching yourself without a toy because of the wetness it caused, but for Namjoon you would. The sensation was weird at first but knowing that Namjoon would enjoy your videos doesn't cause you to stop. You plunge your fingers in and out of you, breathing deeply until you're moaning his name.

Each video session you sent one another, you became more comfortable. You appeared naked more often than not, nipples erect and more willing to add your face into said videos - even if Namjoon never did.

You were hesitant to tell Taehyung. He has been your best friends since childhood and any crush you had he never approved of. When you'd attempt to date, he'd claim that he was a male and understood how males worked. He'd never stopped you from dating but wasn't one to not say "I told you so" when the boys you chose weren't who they said they were.

Taehyung had caught you one night. The both of you live together in an apartment a few blocks away from the University you attended. You were careless this time. Taehyung being one of your closest friends, he didn't care much for personal space. He'd walk in on you while you showered and speak to you as if nothing was wrong. He'd walk around in his underwear and even walk into your room without as much as knocking. There had been many times Taehyung had caught you masturbating - this time it felt more humiliating because you were recording.

Taehyung wasn't going to let it go until you told him who you were sending those videos to, so when you did, you can see the glint in his eyes. He wasn't thrilled about you sending pictures to Namjoon, but you were a grown woman. You could do whatever you wanted and what you were doing wasn't illegal. Besides, Namjoon was a good guy unlike the others you were interested in.

You and Namjoon never spoke on the phone, nor spoke face to face - even though Facetime. You tried, but it failed each time. Namjoon claimed to never have the time and you were understanding - Taehyung not so much. But you were adamant about Namjoon being who he says he was. He posted regularly on his instagram and on his stories - the bike rides were your favorite.

'Do you like the gift?'

The message reads.

'I can't wait to see you ride it.'

You only agreed in riding the sex toy Namjoon had sent to you if you could do it on facetime. You had called and was surprised that he answered. It was dark but you could see his dimples even in the dark. Namjoon turns the camera to his exposed cock and you felt compelled to ride the cock he sent; your mind fantasizing that it was him you were riding.

Your pussy clenches around the dildo, juices sliding down the shaft of the large cock you rode. You moan each time your crash down on it - Namjoon's muffled moans in the background as you do so. He's currently pumping his cock roughly, eyes stuck on your tight pussy.

You moan his name loudly, not caring if Taehyung was home and could hear you. He would surely never let you live this down, but you were determined to cum with Namjoon.

You do cum, juices flooding out of you, and you release one last high pitch moan.

Taehyung does indeed laugh at you, making his own high-pitched moans imitating your own.

Taehyung begins to miss you. You were his best friend, someone who would always be there when he needed you. He took your time for granted. You had boyfriends and lovers, sure, but they never took up much of your time.

Namjoon, however, had. You'd often be on your phone when you were home, eyes glued to the screen completely. Your signature movie marathons were interrupted when the notification from your phone went off. You'd be smiling ear to ear and suddenly, he was second place.

You and Taehyung couldn't as much as play Mario Kart without you pausing to send a message to Namjoon and now, you were working his nerves. You were always his number one girl - hell, his number one person. As much as he had girlfriends, he'd never let them come between your friendship. His former girlfriends never understood that you were his best friend and came first - maybe that's why he was single now.

"We need to talk." Taehyung pipes up one day during dinner. You were both eating burgers and the constant sound of your phone going off was driving him irate.

You furrow a brow at Taehyung but nod.

"Are you sure you're speaking with Namjoon?"

You stop chewing. You turn towards him on the couch and stare for a few moments.

"Don't give me that look, Y/N." Taehyung rolls his eyes. "You said you never seen in face during these calls."

Maybe Taehyung was being picky and possibly confrontational. However, your well-being was his top concern. There was a possibility that whoever you were conversing with could be a creep using your naivety to their advantage.

"You do this all the time, Tae." You murmur, voice low. You no longer have an appetite.

"Y/N..." Taehyung sighs. He understands that tone in your voice. "I don't mean to hurt you-"

"You think Namjoon could never like me." you shrug your shoulders, biting your lip. "No man can ever like me in your eyes."

"That's not true!" Taehyung exclaims. He places his plate on the coffee table and turns to you fully. "I love you, Y/N. You know this. I just don't want you to be taken advantage of."

Taehyung was no fighter, but if your well-being was compromised, he would. He was a man, after all, and men had sick thoughts. Some thoughts he would never bring to the light, but they remained there, nonetheless. He'd hate to see you in a situation that could bring you to a depressive state.

"I just miss you. I miss us." Taehyung leans back into the couch and releases a sigh. "You're always talking to Namjoon and you never have time for me anymore."

"Aww," you began to smile. "Tae Tae!" you laugh. You lean forward to wrap your friend into a hug. "You missed me this much?"

Taehyung chuckles. "I hate you." he responds, but he returns your hug, nonetheless.

Taehyung was jealous, he'd admit. He'd never felt as if he'd ever lose you to another man before.

But Taehyung understood that one day you'd need to find a partner and eventually, you'd get married and have a family of your own. There would come a time where Taehyung won't be the most important person in your life anymore, and though it'll hurt, he'd have to get over it.

"You know I'd never leave you behind, Tae." you tell him, assuring. You lean back from the embrace. "Do you...think it's Namjoon?"

Taehyung bites his lips. He's unsure himself. A part of him wants to believe that Namjoon is the man you're speaking with. But he was sure this could be an episode of Catfish. You rarely speak to him on the phone, and when you do manage to facetime him, his face is never in the camera.

Taehyung swallows. "Well..." he trails off. "Why don't you ask to meet up?" Namjoon lives in the same city and goes to a neighboring university. Meeting up wouldn't be anything difficult if he is who he claims to be.

"I tried." you nod your head. "He...he says he's busy with school work and-"

"Y/N." Taehyung interrupts. "What did I tell you?"

You roll your eyes and groan out, "If a man wants to see me-"

"He'd make the effort to." Taehyung finishes with a nod. "Now, maybe this is Namjoon. But if you're going to keep fucking yourself-"

You widen your eyes and yelp. "Shut up!" you slap his shoulder.

Taehyung released a loud, deep laugh. "Don't hit me! I'm just saying, Y/N. You can't keep doing this virtual relationship when we live in the same city as the man."

You knew Taehyung was right. There's been many offers on your part to meet up, but they were always shut down. You tried to be supportive and understanding, but it was frustrating.

"Do you think he has a girlfriend, maybe?"

"Please don't put those thought in my head." you groan out, hands on your head now. "I cannot imagine being the other woman, Tae Tae."

Taehying shakes his head. "I'm just curious. Nothing more, nothing less." he assures. He knew what you were when you got into your own head. "Let's go out. It's happy hour."

You snicker. "You don't drink often."

"Duh." Taehyung responds matter-of-factly. "Half off all smoothies. Let's go, we only have about 30 minutes left."

This is what you adored about Taehyung. He was spontaneous in a way. He wasn't like other men and was a nerd at heart. You two had traditions. Every Monday there was a movie marathon you both attended in the living room - you both had later classes and didn't need to work. Wednesdays were considered errand day. Taehyung claimed to hate this day, but he never allowed you to hold a bag from the grocery store after running around throwing everything in the cart.

Taehyung was your best friend and you're grateful that you met him many years ago; and just as grateful that you maintained the friendship even into your adulthood.

"Y/N, open the door!"

You lean against the bathroom door, tears trailing down your eyes at an alarming pace. Your hands tangle in your hair and you're doing everything in your power to calm your breathing. 

You're embarrassed.

You're traumatized.

You're disgusted with yourself more than anything. 

Taehyung continues to knock on the door in hopes you'd open up to him. He hated seeing you cry. You appeared vulnerable and fragile. But he was your best friend and needed to help you through your pain.

You fingers pull your hair at the scalp while you attempted to drown out Taehyung's knocks and calls. 

You were wrong about him - Namjoon. You couldn't face Taehyung now. You were positive that he wouldn't laugh in your face about how you were wrong about him. However, you wish that the ground would crumble up and swallow you whole. 

While Taehyung and you were out getting smoothies, his eyes had caught an interesting site. Namjoon wasn't someone that you could miss easily. He was as tall as he was clumsy, and clumsy he surely was. Him dropping three smoothies onto the ground as soon as he got it causes Taehyung to offer help.

Taehyung and he chatted for a few moments, laughing at how clumsy he was. They weren't friends, but they weren't strangers.

That was your moment to enter. Maybe he didn't see you there with Taehyung. When else would you get the opportunity to meet with him? You introduced yourself and Namjoon offers a wide dimpled smile that faded each moment as you began to speak. He was confused - genuinely confused on what you were speaking of. 

"You were talking to me?" Namjoon ponders aloud. "I-I...don't think it was me."

You felt hot upon hearing the words. The confusion on his face, mixed with the hesitance in his voice. He was telling the truth. He didn't know who you were in the slightest.

"Hold on!" Namjoon calls, but you sprint out of the cafe. Taehyung follows close behind you.

"Open the door, Y/N. Please talk to me." Taehyung is begging now, pleading with everything in him for you to speak with him.

Taehyung steps back when the door swings open. Your eyes were puffy, and cheeks stained with tears. He steps forward to engulf you in a hug, but you step around him. You make a dash to you into your room, but Taehyung is trailing close behind you. As you try to slam your door, Taehyung pushes his way through. "Ignoring me won't make it go away."

"I don't want to talk." you cry. It was bad enough that you had to deal with the fact that you were dumb enough to believe Namjoon would talk to you. Now, having to face Taehyung - someone who voiced his own concerns about it - was just a slap to the face.

"Y/N. I'm your friend!" Taehyung hisses. He doesn't mean for his words to come off harsh, but he would be damned if he allowed you to be alone in your own self-pity. "Let me comfort you."

And you do. Taehyung doesn't speak when you cry into his chest. He was sure his shirt would be covered in tears and snot by the time you were done, but nothing a little laundry detergent and water could help.

Taehyung rubs your back soothingly when you calm down. He doesn't push you to talk to him right away. He understands your hurt - he only wish he could take your pain away. 

"I feel so stupid." you murmur after an hour. Taehyung and you now laid upon your bed, your head on his shoulder. "Namjoon must think I'm a loser."

"He doesn't." Taehyung responds. "He looked concern. I didn't have a chance to speak with him." You were his main concern, but he'll have to get in contact with Namjoon and explain the situation sooner or later. 

"You were right." you bitterly scoff. "I showed my body to some creep like a whore."

"Stop it, Y/N. You aren't a whore." Taehyung turns to you. He's glad you aren't crying anymore, but he wasn't going to listen to you insult yourself. "You were catfished. it happens to all of us. Block that person immediately."

And you do. You were hesitant in the beginning. A part of you wanted to believe that the person you were speaking with was indeed Namjoon, but you understood you had to do what was best - which was blocking the catfisher. It shouldn't be anything to question. It was the obvious thing to do, but you can't stop yourself from feeling empty afterwards.

Taehyung on the other hand decided that he needed to keep you at eye level. He didn't wish to smother you - being overly affectionate about your situation would only make you think about the situation more often. But he knew he needed to be there for you as much as you'd let him. 

A week thus far had passed, and Taehyung is unsure how you're handling everything. He's sure you're choosing to ignore everything. each moment he'd ask if you're alright, you'd brush him off as if it was obvious that you were indeed alright. "Why wouldn't I be?" you'd ask in response. Why wouldn't you be alright? You were catfished by who the hell knows. This person has your nudes plastered all over their phone. It would be traumatizing for anyone.

Another week passes and you're walking alongside Taehyung to your joint apartment. You're content that he hasn't spoken about the situation. You were glad you had a Taehyung in your life that cares for you, but you needed nothing more than to move on from this situation. 

Taehyung presses the buttons to the apartment to unlock it. He twists the door and swings it open. He flicks on the lights and halts in his tracks. 

You push around him to enter. Your eyes catch the scene before you and you suddenly feel sick to your stomach. 

"Y/N..."

You don't respond to Taehyung. Instead, your eyes are flickering to the countless pictures hanging in the apartment - all of you. The same pictures you sent to the catfisher. 

'Who the hell are you?'

The last thing you wanted to do was get in contact with someone you never wanted to speak with again. This same someone could be someone dangerous and deranged. 

How the catfisher managed to figure out where you lived to just display countless pictures of you - the same ones you sent to them - was psychotic behavior. 

Taehyung had watched you break down one too many times, but this was different. You cried even harder as you snatched all the pictures and crumbled them in your hands. He's unsure what to do - how to comfort you. He's breathing heavily and he's attempting to rack his brain around this situation. 

Taehyung asks if you'd like to go to the police station and report this. It was stalking and harassment, surely there was something that could be done. But you turned the idea down. You were humiliated. How could you go to someone and admit that you were catfished in the most obvious way and now being tormented?

Your hands snatch your phone from your bed once you received a notification. It was them. 

You read the message while licking your lips in anticipation. 

'Hello, Y/N.'

You're pissed now. Why were they responding as if nothing was gone?

'I'm sure you feel stupid.'

They were taunting you now. As if you were some type of joke in their sick game.

'What do you want from me?'

You hesitantly wait for a response. You're unsure if you want to know. The type of material they had on you was enough to ruin your life.

'To embarrass you.'

Your eyes begin to water. You're racking your brain to figure out what you did to deserve this? Did they know who you were personally? You weren't one to be rude to anyone, even when they deserved it. You've gone to restaurants where your order has been royally fucked up and you've never complained. You were polite when needed to. At your own job, the customers and their attitudes were off the wall, however, you could never bring yourself to give the same energy they gave.

'You've allowed me to embarrass you. You've sent me these pictures. They belong to me now.'

Your stomach churns.

'And you also belong to me now.'

Taehyung knocks at your door. He hasn't heard from you in hours. He told himself it was best to leave you be for a while, but a while has passed. He feared you would hurt yourself. No, you never did anything to hurt yourself before, but you've never been through anything such as this.  

Taehyung twists your doorknob and pokes his head in. The room is dark, but he can see your body curled on your bed, head faced down. He hears slight sobs, and he feels horrible. "Y/N?" he calls, stepping forward. "Don't cry."

It was easier said than done. It wasn't Taehyung being harassed by a random person who knew a little too much about you. 

"We're going to get through this." Taehyung places a hand on your back and begins to rub. "We can go to the police-"

"No." you jolt up and shake your head. You proceed to wipe your eyes. "They h-have pictures and videos and..."

"Sshh..." Taehyung shakes his head. "I understand but-"

"But they own me." you scoff bitterly. "They said...they said I have to do things for them. Him. Them...I don't even know if it's one person or not."

Taehyung furrows a brow. "Do things for them? What the hell do they want?" he hisses. 

You begin to cry harder. You wanted to vomit all over the place. You feel your heart begin to break at what your life was becoming. 

"Tell me, Y/N." Taehyung's voice becomes louder with authority. "What do they-"

Taehyung hears another notification. It's not your phone, but his own. He looks down at his phone and shakes his head. "I don't understand."

Your eyes watch as Taehyung opens the message and begins to read.

'Hello, Taehyung. You claim to love Y/N and would do anything for her, what are you willing to do to get her out of trouble?'

"What trouble, Y/N?" Taehyung flickers his eyes from his phone screen to you. "You can come to me for anything, you know that, right?"

"I can't-"

"Y/N you can!" Taehyung hisses, but another message comes before he can continue. 

'You two are best friends, are you not? How friendly are you?'

"What does he mean?" Taehyung scans your frightened expression. 

"He wants you to..." you feel sick, lightheaded. "to...he wants to watch you and me..."

Taehyung's expression turns from confused to puzzled in a matter of seconds at the realization. 

'I bet you're asking what I get out of this. I like to see people like you squirm. You don't deserve this, of course, but bad things always happen to good people.'

"There has to be a way to track these people." Taehyung scoffs in disbelief. There wasn't a way they were going to blackmail the two of you. 

"I-I tried...I-I-"

"Calm down." Taehyung places a hand on your knee. "It'll-"

Taehyhung's phone rings in his hands. It's the same unknown person and he answers immediately. He was ready to cuss and scream at whoever it was, but they're speaking before him. 

"You can do as I say or everyone in your contacts - both of your contacts - will know of these pictures."

Your breath hitches in your throat. You don't recognize the voice, but it appears to be using a face tone either way, possibly through an app.

"If you choose to do as I say, I will send you a link to a livestream."

"L-Livestream?" you choke. Who the hell would be watching?

"Don't worry, only I would be attending."

"What are we expected to do?" Taehyung murmurs. 

"You know. Fuck her."

You began to cry.

"You may say you're just friends, but how could you not want to fuck her when your room is exactly besides hers?"

Taehyung's fists clench. 

"Do you hear her fucking herself-"

"Stop!" Taehyung hisses. "What do you want? Money?"

"If I wanted money, I'd ask for money." the voice offers a deep chuckle. "I want to see how much of a slut she is."

Your tears are falling effortlessly down your cheeks.

"If she could bare it all for me and she wasn't certain who I truly was, what is she willing to do with someone she's known for years?"

"We don't have to do this."

You're trembling, unable to look Taehyung in the eye. You feel naked before him - and technically you are. You were by no means insecure when it came to Taehyung. He's seen you down to your bra, but that was because you were drunk out your mind. Your intoxicated state had vomited all over yourself, the floor and the surrounding people. 

This? This was different. Taehyung had never seen you in lingerie before and you're sure he didn't want to. Your arms were crossed over your chest, the lingerie you wore clinging onto your skin uncomfortably. It was lacy and black, and you're positive that it would be a set you adored if you weren't forced into.

You were shocked by Taehyung agreeing to the terms of the pyscho catfisher. In the beginning, you had concluded he only did so because you were a crying mess at the catfishers words. But when the catfisher had contacted the both of you once more a week later, Taehyung had not gone against his word. Even with the amount of demands they had - you wearing a specific lingerie that you sent to you. They have given both you and Taehyung sexual enhancements - liquid shots that you were instructed to take over 20 minutes ago on a livestream. 

You owned a laptop, but Taehyung owned a desktop setup that he was instructed to connect to a larger monitor so the catfisher could comment while being a creep and watching. 

You glanced at Taehyung and sniffled. He wore nothing but his boxer and though you never thought about Taehyung sexually, you couldn't help your eyes from wandering. You blamed the sexual enhancement.

A notification sounds from the monitor. Your head snaps to it, reading what the catfisher has written. 

'You two are boring.'

Taehyung scoffs. He turns his head towards you once more. "Y/N..."

'We don't have to do this.' But you did need to do this. The threats and harassment were becoming unbearable. If they needed to see you embarrass yourself and possibly ruin your friendship with Taehyung, then so be it.

"You need to fuck me, Tae."

Before Taehyung can react, another comment comes from the voyeuristic catfisher. 

'I want to see foreplay. Sex isn't enjoyable without it.'

You gulp. You inhale deeply and exhale slowly. You haven't had sex with a man in almost a year. By the look of Taehyung's underwear, your dildo could not prepare you enough.

'You already took the enhancements. Make this worth your while.'

Taehyung turns to you fully. He's attempted as much as he could to not look at you. He wasn't a pervert - especially to you. He loved you. You weren't the typical fuck to him. "Try...laying down."

You nod your head. You allowed your arms to fall to your sides. Taehyung himself blames the sexual enhancement he took. Had your body always been this inviting?

"W-What are we gonna do?" you murmur to him, laying down on his bed. You feel awkward and wanted to die on the spot. 

"Relax." Taehyung responds. He places a hand on your knee and gently rubs it. "I'll never hurt you, Y/N, baby."

You feel the gush rush between your legs. Goosebumps run up your arms and shakingly release a breath. Taehyung's voice could possibly never be this deep before.

"You trust me, don't you?" Taehyung kneels down, brown eyes staring into yours. When you nod your head, Taehyung offers a small smile. "Open your legs."

The lace allows Taehyung to get a glimpse at how wet your pussy was. He grunts lowly, tongue poking out to wet his lips. 

Your back arches when you feel Taehyung send a kiss on your clothed clit. You head is spinning - this was your best friend. You could even consider Taehyung to be like a brother, now you're not so sure. 

Taehyung rubs his lips against your clothed clit, his cock twitching in his underwear. It's tight and needs to be torn off, but you weren't someone he would fuck into the mattress like a savage. He had to prep you first. Your scent is inviting - it makes his mouth water. 

You can feel Taehyung's finger push the lace panty aside. You're fully exposed in front of him now.

Taehyung doesn't hold back. He licks a slow stripe up your clit and watches your reaction. It causes him to lick and suck when he notices you're just as into as he is - this frightens him. Taehyung suckles on your clit - his best friends clit - so savagely that his sucking is echoing off his bedroom walls. 

You tell yourself that this is a onetime thing - that this could never happen again. It was the sexual enhancement that has Taehyung so deep into your pussy that you're enjoying it. 

Your moans send Taehyung over the edge. He hooks his hands beneath your knees and locks you in place so he could continue to suck on your clit. He watches you, mouth agape and moaning for him so loudly that he's leaking like a teenager in his underwear. 

"Tae..." you gasp his name, flinching at the overstimulation. "....fuck."

Taehyung lifts his head and licks his lips. "Are you okay, baby?"

You moan again because shit, Taehyung was sexy. You never thought this man was anything but your cute best friend who enjoyed playing dorky games and even more dorky hobbies. Was this what his former girlfriends experienced?

Taehyung enters two fingers inside of you. He pumps slowly, astonished at how wet and tight you were. 

It's amazing that the both of you were forgetting the camera recording the livestream, but you two will blame the sexual enhancement.

"You're so wet, baby." Taehyung hisses, pumping his fingers faster. "So wet and so beautiful."

You groan, eyes squeezed shut. Your legs are quivering.

Taehyung's free hand allows your leg to fall. His hand snatches at the bra of your lingerie and tugs. He needed to suck on your breast - plump and ready. Your nipples are erect for him when he snatches them out and he doesn't hesitate to suck on them.

You can't hide your moans any longer. Your breast was a sensitive area, and Taehyung doesn't slow when he's sucking.

Taehyung's breathing quickens, sweat trickling down his forehead. He can sense that you were close to cumming just from how tight your pussy clenches around his fingers. He couldn't wait to be able to fuck you. 

"You're going to cum all over my fingers, aren't you?" Taehyung's sucking extends outside of your nipples. He's biting your breast, appearing completely animalistic, and leaving behind marks and bruises. 

"Yes, I'm gonna cum." you nod your head, hips wiggling to get away from the sensation. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." you hiss, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

The sound of the squirt sprouting out mixed with your sudden screams are a perfect melody, perfectly in sync. The bed is wet, as are you and him. 

“I’m gonna fuck you." Taehyung hisses, pushing his underwear down. 

Taehyung is huge. His cock is sprung, pink and veiny. It was perfect.

Taehyung places the tip of his cock on your clit and groans. "Fuck, baby, you're so sexy." he murmurs, eyes glued on your wet, glistening clit. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

You nod without a thought. If he could finger fuck you into oblivion, you had a wild ride ahead of you.

Taehyung enters you and hisses. There was no time to hesitate. He fucks into you deeply, hands clenching your hips. He lifts your hips so that he has full control to get deeper inside of you. 

"Shit." you moan, shaking your head. Your eyes catch on the site, Taehyung so focus on his thrusts that he doesn't notice you observing him.

Taehyung was so beautiful, so caring. You couldn't think of another man that you loved more than Taehyung.

Taehyung bites his lips, eyes flickering to yours. His heart jumps to find your eyes - filled with lust - already on him. "Feels good?" he smirks, nails digging into your skin deeper. 

"I love you, Tae." you slur your words, you're positive you could cum again right now. 

Taehyung halts his thrusts. "Huh?"

"I love you." you sigh. "Please don't stop." you beg.

You loved him. 

Taehyung knows this. Of course you love him. You two were best friends - the bestest of friends. 

But this confession of love appeared personal. 

"I love you, too, baby." Taehyung flips you around. He slams your face into his bed. Your ass is in the air, and he sends a quick slap upon it before entering you again. "How much do you love me?"

You're unable to give a response with the power in his thrusts. Your hands clench his bedsheets.

"I love you so much, Tae." you moan, eyes squeezed shut. He was fucking too good that you couldn't do anything but say you loved him. You're unsure if a man has ever made you feel as good as Taehyung did - and that was deadly. This was someone you'd had to look at once the sexual high (and enhancement) wore off.

Taehyung groans, hips snapping into you. His right hand slaps your cheek. "Say it again, baby. Say you love me."

You enjoyed being hit, Taehyung notes, you clench around him. 

"I-I love you...." you're cumming and moaning uncontrollably. 

Taehyung was near himself. You sounded so beautiful; your pussy was amazing. Your body captivates him and he surely did adore you. The sayings were correct - sex with those you loved was far more intimate when it was with someone you loved.

Taehyung shoots his cum inside of you, cursing as he does so. His cum shoots out of you and it drips down your clit and onto his bedsheets.

You fall into the bed, breathing deeply. Your eyelids were heavy.

Taehyung falls besides you and wraps an arm around your waist.

Namjoon hands squeezes the tip of his cock, his eyes are glues to the screen. He came just in time with you and Taehyung, the sight amazing. He continues to eye his screen to see the both of you soundly asleep, forgetting about you livestream show they put on for him.

Namjoon was but a man. People would say he was a sick bastard if he found out what he was doing, but he wouldn't call himself sick. He was just...a man. He had needs like the rest of the men around the world had. Sure, maybe what he was doing wasn't necessarily "human decency" but he couldn't help his self.

Namjoon understood that he had a problem at a young age. He loved to see women in positions such as this - humiliated. Degraded. Helpless.

Namjoon once attempted to get help. He spoke to therapist about his sadism. He didn't want to hurt people, no, but watching and enjoying people be humiliated brough him great pleasure.

Namjoon was a voyeur. He adored being able to sit and attend the sex parties. The gangbangs were his favorite - the sight of a woman being completed used for pleasure brought him over the edge. He understood he was a sick individual, but he was far too deep into this.

Namjoon groans, pumping his cock in his hand at the site of Taehyung pounding inside of you. It was obvious the sexual enhancement had only enhanced the sexual attraction that was already there. Taehyung licked your pussy with such need and desire - only could be done with someone he truly loved and desired.

Taehyung fucks you with such need, almost as if he was waiting for this very moment. Namjoon cums too quickly for his liking, but it wasn't long until he was erect again.

The moans from Taehyung and you were the icing on the cake. You were far into the sex that you forgot he was watching. You should thank him, truly. You were getting the best sex of your life by your best friend - yelling out constant "I love you's". Namjoon was a match-maker, he thinks.

When you fall asleep, Namjoon manages to clean himself. He showers and washes the clothes he had on prior. His mind wanders to the previous weeks. How you had introduced yourself to him and how he had to pretend not to know who you were. You were hurt and the hurt does nothing but turn him on. He remembers the way you ran out of the smoothie shop in pure embarrassment.

Taehyung calls after you, but not before stopping by Namjoon first.

"How do you think she'll handle it?" Namjoon asked, furrowing a brow.

Taehyung shrugs. "She's embarrassed. That was part of the plan."

As Namjoon exits his shower, his phone rings. He strolls back towards his bedroom where his desktop laid, livestream still on. Taehyung was not in site, but you remained asleep on the bed.

Namjoon grasps his phone and hums. He answers. "You're calling sooner than expected."

Taehyung chuckles.

"How does it feel?" Namjoon asks. "To finally fuck Y/N?"

Taehyung groans. "Like heaven." he admits.

Namjoon snorts, rolling his eyes.

Taehyung's plan to get you into bed was a wild one. When the younger man had come to him with the plan, he had laughed in his face. However, Taehyhung remained stoic. He was serious, and Namjoon was intrigued.

Taehyung was no fool to Namjoon's own kinks and fetishes. Who else would be the one to go along with his plan? Sure, Taehyung's plan was a bit insane and time consuming. "Talk to Y/N pretending to be yourself, get her comfortable and then pretend to not know who the hell she is."

It took Namjoon months to get to know you. You were a genuine person, and the wholesome part of him understood what he was doing was wrong. But, the chance to witness you vulnerable had caused him to go along with the sick plan by no one other than your best friend.

"By all means necessary." Taehyung had assured, and Namjoon had delivered.

You were a beauty. You weren't the outgoing type so to get you to become intimate with him wasn't something to be done easily. But Namjoon was persistent. He got you comfortable enough that you bore it all for him - and he had the leverage he needed to break you.

Taehyung had received all the pictures and videos you had sent Namjoon - what he did to them, Namjoon had a clue. But he wasn't one to judge; he did the same.

"What now?" Namjoon sits at his desk. You stirred but didn't wake. "Is the game over?"

Taehyung sighs. "No." he responds. "I haven't compensated you."

Namjoon scoffs. "You don't need to pay me. It was fun."

Taehyung is silent on the other end, so silent that Namjoon checks to see if he had hung up.

"Don't you want to fuck her?"

The question catches Namjoon by surprise. "H-huh?"

Taehyung snorts on the other end.

"Tae, it's not funny." Namjoon hisses. "Stop joking."

'I'm not." Taehyung quips. "Her pussy still belongs to me, Joon-ah. I just want you to...have a little taste." Taehyung voice seemingly darkens, and Namjoon stiffens.

"Is that so?" Namjoon questions.

"Of course. I have to be there, though." Taehyung says. "I'm sure we can come up with another plan for her to let the both of us have her."

"At the...same time?" Namjoon can just feel his cock harden. He never participated in a threesome before and just the thought has him ready to cum once more.

"Yes."

Namjoon licks his lips.

"Okay." Namjoon needs to keep his composure. He couldn't allow his excitement to be exposed at this moment. You were once considered off-limits, but now Taehyung was extending his possession for him. "What's the plan?"

Taehyung clicks his tongue. "I'll get back at you." he says. "I know you're hard again."

Namjoon cheeks flushs. Taehyung knew him too well.

"I'm going to fuck Y/N again and you're going to watch." Taehyung sing-songs. "Give you a little show of just how good my pussy feels. How good it'll soon feel for the both of us."

Taehyung hangs the phone up and like clockwork, he's back into the room. Namjoon gulps. Again, he was but a man - as fucked up as it was.

#explicit-tae #unusual suspects #btsmasterlist2022 #btsmasterlist2023 #bts masterlist #yandere bts #taehyung yandere #bts smut #bts best friends #bangtanwritershq #bangtan smut #btswritingcafe #btswritersclub #catfish #bts college au #yandere #namjoon yandere #namjoon x reader #taehyung smut #bts yandere

[kawaikisses]

m.list ; Reading list.

Updated. Jan 22, 2024.

Note : I read k-pop idols x reader/ orginal female character fics, so this list is organized keeping that in mind, I do not personally have any issues with other genders, this is just my preference. Thankyou. If you hate unnecessarily, sincerely, no fucks will be given.

(everything is organized by alphabetical order)

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄.

angst .

fluff .

smut .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐔’𝐒.

artist au .

arranged marriage au .

assassin au .

baker au .

bartender au .

BDSM au .

best friend’s brother au .

best friends to lovers au .

best friend’s sister au .

boyfriend au .

camboy au .

camgirl au .

camp counselor au .

CEO au .

chef au .

childhood friends to lovers au .

club au .

college au .

coworker au .

crime au .

dad au .

doctor au .

dancer au .

detective au .

divorce au .

enemies to lovers au .

established relationship au .

exes to lovers au .

fantasy au .

farm au .

father au .

friends to benefits au .

friends to lovers au .

fuckboy au .

fuckgirl au .

forbidden au .

gamer au .

god au .

hitman au .

horror au .

husband au .

hybrid au .

idiots to lovers au .

idol au .

king au .

lawyer au .

mafia au .

magic au .

medical au .

musician au .

neighbours au .

noona au .

one night stand au .

photographer au .

pirates au .

professor au .

prince au .

rich au .

road trip au .

roommate au .

royalty au .

second chance au .

secret relationship au .

sex worker au .

single parent au .

social media au .

songwriter au .

soulmate au .

spy au .

superhero au .

supernatural au .

tattoo artist au .

teacher au .

unrequited love au .

vampire au .

werewolf au .

wife au .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒.

kim namjoon .

kim seokjin .

min yoongi .

jung hoseok .

park jimin .

kim taehyung .

jeon jungkook .

ot7 .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄.

drama .

hurt/comfort .

magic .

mutual pining .

mystery .

romance .

slow burn .

thriller .

age play .

crack .

Note : please let me know if any of the links are not working. Thankyou.

Note : since Tumblr only allows 100 links per page, so this list will be continued in another page, which is linked down below.

↬masterlist continued .

#kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #angst #fluff #smut #ceo au #soulmate au #best friends to lovers au #friends to lovers au #arranged marriage au #mafia au #spy au #detective au #adorable boy #charming boy #best boy #honey boy #sunflower boy #handsome boy #dimpled boy #extraordinary boy #ethereal boy #enemies to lovers au #exes to lovers au

[vivrhan]

　　　𝖨𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇

@ynjiu

#vivrhan #⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𐙚 ⠀⠀ gif + 2nd to 6th icons made by me #ynjiu : best friend event #kpop #kpop bg #kpop icons #kpop packs #kpop layouts #kpop aesthetic #kpop moodboard #bg layouts #bg moodboard #jimin icons #jimin layouts #jimin moodboard #v icons #v layouts #v moodboard #taehyung layouts #taehyung moodboard #bts icons #bts layouts #bts moodboard #bangtan moodboard #alternative moodboard #beige moodboard #old moodboard #film moodboard #aesthetic moodboard #rm jin suga jhope jimin v jungkook

[btsstaysgold]

vmin are literally soulmates and no one can tell me otherwise!!

(crtto)

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan boys #bangtan #bts ot7 #bts vmin #vmin #kim Taehyung #park jimin #taehyung #jimin #bts v #bts jimin #bts vante #bts namjoon #bts jin #bts yoongi #bts jhope #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bts pics #vmin soulmates!! #best friends #btsgif #btsedit #pretty best friends

[3rinbkk]

taehyung’s masterlist 🤎

SERIES

maybe I do by @chateautae 

genre: arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst.  summary: maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding Kim Taehyung, arguably Seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage o eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all. 

no kisses by @icedmatchatae

genre: fwb au-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst.  summary: it’s championship week! the most anticipated week of the school year; however, reading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. unfortunately, you’re forced to work with your number one enemy, football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious “no kisses2 rule. 

ONE SHOTS

heatwave by @curly-bangtan 

genre: roommate au, friends to lovers au (f2l), smut, angst if you squint, attempt at sparse crack.  summary: when is hit with a heatwave, and the air conditioning at your shared place coincidentally malfunctions, you star 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. 

work out for me by @chateautae

genre: established relationship au, boyfriend!tae, workout!tae, pwp, filthy smut, maybe fluff if you squint real hard.  summary: interrupting your boyfriend’s workout session was either the best mistake you made, or the worst... especially for your legs. 

if it’s not you by @mercurygguk

genre: exes to lovers au, smut, angst, a bit of fluff.  summary: Kim Taehyung grew up watching his parents fall more in love for each day that passed and he always longed for that great, passionate love himself. but if it’s not you? then he doesn’t want it. 

crazy for you by @oddinary4bts 

genre: best friend’s older brother to lovers, a little bit of fake dating trope, idol!au, angst, smut, fluff, snippets of life. summary: you’ve known Kim Taehyung your whole life. when you meet again at a party hosted by your best friend, alcohol looses your lips and you spill your secrets to your childhood crush. will Taehyung give in to to your desire, or will you be struck by remorse?

DRABBLES

heatwave drabbles by @curly-bangtan

#a series of fics my best friend loves <3 #i’ll add more when as i find them #taehyung #kim taehyung #tae tae #taehyung fics #taehyung x reader #taehyung fic recs #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #tae bts #bts v #bts #bts fic #bangtan #taehyung bts #taehyung friends to lovers #taehyung enemies to lovers #boyfriend taehyung

[goldenalbum]

i hope every shipper and solo stan who hates any member(s) of bts knows their faves would fucking despise them 💗 i wish yall bitches a very terrible night

#bts #lets not lie either its almost singularly maknae line shippers and solos #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #jikook #taekook #fr IMAGINE any of them seeing some of the shit yall disgusting fucks say about their BEST FRIENDS #truly delusional if u think they would want anything to do w u #discourse #el dot txt

[kookiecrumb]

*jumps in * helloo there!! i read you jk brother's bestfriend smut and it was sooo good !! can u pls write a tae version ?? it doesn't have to be similar, only thing is tae should be my bbf !! thank you so much!! 💝🎈

KTH || The BBF

header by: @jjkeverlast

a/n: I'm proud to announce that I'll be making this a series with all the members. Next will be Park Jimin.

Definition: Brother's Best Friend.

After you broke up with your ex, something that started as a joke between Taehyung and Jungkook has the potential to become a sexy reality.

tags: pure smut. (18+)

warnings: bigdick!taehyung, exhibitionism, blowjobs/throatfucking, innocent!reader, unprotected sex*(don't do this), the word k*ll, praise kink, sneaky linking, reader has to keep quiet because her brother's next door, brother!jungkook

@koobsessed @kooliv @carolynanderson @angelwonie @justjefinner

-

It started as a joke. One day during sophomore lunch, the idea conjured itself in Taehyung's head. He was bored and he wanted to get a reaction out of Jungkook, so he started an ongoing joke that he was going to fuck his sister.

Of course it was all for shits and giggles at first, but you got all hot about a year ago. Suddenly, he couldn't keep it in his pants.

Still, he kept up with the gag throughout the years because Jeon's reaction was always too priceless to let up.

"Is your sister still with that clown of a boyfriend of hers?" Taehyung abruptly asks during one of their video game sessions, on voice chat.

Your brother glances back at you. He's thankful for his noise-cancelling headphones, ensuring that you heard absolutely zero part of that.

You're just watching him play on the bed.

He rolls his eyes. When he's certain you're not listening, he mumbles,"No, they actually broke up this weekend."

A smirk spreads on Taehyung's face as he grips his remote control a little harder. "Is that right? You know what that means, Jeon? I'm going to fuck your sister."

Jungkook shakes his head, concentrating on his next killshot, only slightly pissed at Taehyung's comment. "Whatever man. That stopped being funny in eleventh grade."

"What did?" You speak up, interjecting the conversation.

"Nothing. Taehyung's being a dumbass."

"Oh, okay," you dismiss, quietly returning to casually copying down your organic chemistry notes. It's such a comfortable night today.

It's not terribly dry or humid out, but it is warm, so your clothing is somewhat scarce. It feels unnecessary to overdress in such weather.

You don't have the energy to overthink your older brother's banter.

In fact, you're getting kind of sleepy. You reach over the bed for a glass of ice water.

"Ugh, fuck!" Jungkook exclaims. You jolt, causing you to spill at least half the glass on your hand. This infuriates you.

"Hey, stupid! What the fuck?!" You scream.

Jungkook releases one ear of his headphones, unbothered. "Either get used to me being loud or leave," he says, not once looking away from the glowing screen of his television.

You let out an annoyed grunt and gather your study materials and head out the door. You didn't want to watch him play Overwatch for the millionth time anyway.

Jungkook clicks his tongue and smiles. He's successfully gotten rid of you. Now he can continue his game in peace.

"What the fuck? You made her leave?" Taehyung immediately complains.

"Uhh, yeah. Why do you care? She was distracting us from the mission either way," he justifies.

Taehyung disconnects from the voice chat and logs off for the night. Five minutes later, Jungkook receives a direct message explaining that he needed to "get some sleep."

Much to Taehyung's delight, he bought it.

His true intentions for the night had yet to unfold.

-

After an hour of just doing assignments, you're about to call it a night. It's too early to fall asleep, though, so you're about to turn on some music and catch up on your latest read. You're right in the middle of a juicy scene taking place in nineteenth century England.

Out of the blue, your phone starts vibrating wildly. You shuffle your hands over the sheets in search of it.

Finally, you find it and answer it without taking a second look to see who it was from. "Hello?"

"I heard you're done with that piece of shit," Taehyung answers.

"...Uhm, yeah. It was a mutual decision, actually. Tae, why are you calling me this late?" You pivot.

He doesn't sweat it. "I know the way you look at me whenever we go out. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Taehyung leans back in his car seat, bringing his hips forward. He has always been assertive, so this attitude comes as no surprise to you. Something you don't know is that he's pulled up to the driveway.

"So what? It's not like we're even fucking."

"Would you like to be?" He asks.

"Tae, what?" You smile in disbelief.

"Your ex never liked the way I looked at you. If you want to prove to him that you've moved on, how about we link up? Right now."

Tempting.

Since freshman year, Taehyung had always come off as the aloof type. He didn't say much outside of his friend group and largely kept to himself. That is, until you got a boyfriend.

His stares got longer. His body tensed around the both of you together, especially when your ex showed you any sort of affection. It made you suspicious of his intentions toward you.

You looked back, your eyes seductive and open to him, as if tempting him to rip you from your then boyfriend's arms and place you on his chest. It was no secret you needed him, too.

"Where are you?" You search out the window, looking for any sign that he's nearby. "You need to sneak in before my brother sees or else he's going to kill you."

"I know. Don't you worry about it. I'm a smart man," he says before he hangs up the phone.

Moments later, there's a knock at your window. Taehyung gestures for you to open it as wide as you can. So, you kneel on the bed and sneak him in as swiftly as possible, without raising suspicion.

"What the fuck, how did you get here?" You whisper-yell.

"Drove," Taehyung pants, sitting with his legs crossed, across from you. He takes his shoes off and places them at the foot of the bed.

He leans back on his palms and smirks.

"You're parked in the driveway?" You ask, a bit calmer.

"Yes, so don't worry about it. Chill…" Taehyung glances over at your closed bedroom door. "He's still awake?" He gestures towards it.

"Yeah…last time I checked," you reply.

"That means we need to be super quiet…and super quick," he instructs you, gazing straight into your eyes. Excitement fills them.

The adrenaline hits and the realization of what you're about to do sinks in. Your cheeks get hot in anticipation. You're utterly embarrassed.

He notices. The last thing Taehyung wants is to make you uncomfortable. "Whoa…" he lulls, leaning forward to hold your face in his big hands. "We don't have to rush it, either," he reminds you.

You nod against it, smiling softly.

"Do you need me to strip first?" He asks, his eyes wide and reassuring. They comforted yours like no other and you felt a massive amount of guilt for it. How could something so taboo feel so good?

"Could you?" You affirm.

So, Taehyung carefully begins revealing more and more of his skin in the dark of your moonlit room. His shirt is peeled from his torso to reveal his chest, his stomach, and his arms. A silver necklace with a charm hangs from his neck. It is a white tiger.

He moves his hands down his torso and settles on his jean button, tugging it open. "Come help me with this," he sighs.

You come forward and quietly unzip him, your hands resting on your thighs. "That's a good girl," he hums, flexing beneath your touch.

He's so warm beneath you. It's impossible to resist mouthing at his tenting erection as soon as it's visible. You tug his pants down to his hips and immediately spread your tongue on his clothed cock, lifting your hips off the bed.

"Mmm," you breathe, your eyes lifting up to watch Taehyung's pleased expression.

"Don't be shy with it," he reminds, "I need your mouth." He shifts beneath you, his hands caressing your back.

You lift the strap of his boxers and attach your mouth to the tip of his cock. Taehyung groans softly in relief. He's so satisfying to feel on your tongue, the girth and warmth of his dick is utterly addictive.

"Look at you," he lifts your face up, his hooded eyes filled with insatiable lust. "I could fuck your throat raw to keep you silent."

You feel your cunt twitch at the thought. His dick is so big. Your poor throat couldn't possibly be fucked raw by him, but your imagination runs with the idea. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you sink down on his dick, hollowing your cheeks as you swallow him.

You breathe in through your nose, allowing his hands to guide your mouth on his dick as he languidly thrusts into your heat. Taehyung bites his lips to keep from any noise escaping him.

"Mmn, mmn, mmmgh," deep, honey-like moans vibrate from his throat. You spread your legs father, your panties are now soaked and you can feel it.

You bring your fingers down to split your folds apart as you finger yourself to the pace he's pounding into your tight mouth.

"You're wet from sucking my dick," Taehyung groans. "That cunt is mine…"

You pull off his dick and sit up, peeling your nightgown from your body and kneeling before him with your thighs spread apart. "Take it," you beg.

Taehyung's eyes fall on your breasts and then to your supple lips before settling on your pussy. He throws his pants on the other side of the room and leaps on top of you, pinning you to the bed.

"Don't make a sound," he demands, his knees prying your legs open. His thumb catches the cloth separating your cunt from him and pulls it off of you.

Taehyung presses his body to yours, attaching his mouth to your neck and sucking hard. You gasp sharply, "Tae~"

He hushes you and readjusts himself so that his shaft is flush against your drenched cunt. "If he hears us, we're both dead,"

You comply, your hands scratching his back lightly in pure bliss. "I won't, we won't, just get inside me," you whine.

He grinds himself against you, gripping your inner thighs so that you keep from squirming. "Such a needy little thing," he remarks. "I do it so much better than him."

The stretch is incredible. You miraculously are able to accomodate for such a big cock. Your cunt is filled with him up to your cervix, your clit throbbing for his touch.

Taehyung touches you with fumbling hands, his mind racing with need. He thrusts up experimentally, hungrily. You whimper beneath him, your eyes squeezed shut.

He kisses your lips, encouraging you to hold on to him harder as he rocks the bed with his hips.

"Taehyung~" You bury your face into his chest and he smiles, kissing at your cheek.

The thrill in the pit of your stomach builds indefinitely. You're on the brink of a mind-spinning orgasm and by the feel of it, so is he.

You flinch, convulsing around him as pleasure erupts from your body. He cums hard inside of you, his body stuttering over yours, his lips clashing into yours.

The lights flicker outside of the bedroom. You both sit up, alarmed. He reaches over to his clothes. "I won't go until I've helped you clean," he says, keeping his eyes on the door.

He stays for a while, carefully cleaning you and holding you before he says he needs to go. "Your brother's gonna get suspicious," he adds.

He's right. Minutes after Taehyung leaves, Jungkook comes storming into your room with a suspicious look on his face. "What are you looking for?" You ask, rolling your eyes at him.

"...Nothing, I guess…" he mumbles, scanning the floor one more time before closing the door back up again.

Your panties are missing. Weird.

-

BONUS:

Jungkook is hanging out at Tae's, playing video games, a week after you two hooked up and he notices a peculiar item in his laundry basket.

"Is that…" Jungkook furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "That's not…Y/N's, is it?"

Taehyung doesn't respond, smirking with his eyes fixed on the game.

"Tae. Taehyung," Jungkook presses him, shoving him lightly. Taehyung doesn't budge. Instead, he just smiles.

Jungkook is alarmed by his lack of response. "Noooo…" he says in disbelief.

"Yesss…" Taehyung finally replies.

"You are so dead."

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[swmeltem]

This is how I look at my best friend eating a sandwich while I'm on a diet🐶

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[namjooning4myself]

If comfort was a person it would be namjoon<3

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[jjungkookislife]

Good Kitty

ღ pairing: boyfriend!taehyung x fem. reader x boyfriend’s bff!jungkook

ღ genre: established relationship au, fwb, smut [18+)

ღ summary: Sometimes you need to curl up under your boyfriend’s desk to suck him off while he games and calls you a good kitty.

ღ wc: 2.5k

ღ warnings: cursing, bdsm undertones, daddy!tae aka daddy kink, brat!reader, some degradation, voyeurism (over voice chat and video call/photos), rough oral sex (f. giving), sloppy bj (with lots of drooling and crying), bd!tae, spit kink, cock slapping, mutual masturbation, pet names (kitten, kitty, baby, baby girl, etc), pet play (oc lies on a pet bed and has a cage), cum swallowing, cum facial

ღ a/n: I’d love to hear from you here if you enjoy this fic <3

ღ date: June 16, 2022

Taehyung’s gaming area was sacred. It took up more than half the spare bedroom in your shared apartment and sat across from your pretty pink gaming setup. You often game together when possible, but your interest came and went as often as the seasons changed.

Tonight, Taehyung had finished up a stream and decided to continue playing with Jungkook on the line. When Taehyung had caught sight of your bored face, he had moved his black chair out of the way.

“Come sit, baby,” he said in a deep tone that left no room for argument. You stumbled over yourself as you crawled toward the plush cushion under his desk specifically for you.

Taehyung smiles warmly down at you, his hand patting your head. “That’s a good girl.”

You melt.

Usually, you’d have one of your headbands on, but you’d forgotten it in your bathroom while washing your face. You knew Taehyung’s nights often went on into the early morning, and tonight was no different. You sat on your pink bed, your head resting on his lap as you tugged on the hem of the shirt you’d stolen from him.

Taehyung didn’t care. He loved when you wore his clothes with nothing else underneath, and tonight was no different.

“Focus!” Jungkook shouts into Taehyung’s headphones.

“I am. Have you forgotten who's gotten us this far?” Taehyung responds with a tick of his head.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jungkook mutters before shutting up. Taehyung smirks.

You rest your head on Taehyung’s thighs for a while, just listening to him converse with Jungkook over their game. He curses here and there, and his knee jerks at one point.

“Shit, sorry, Kitten.”

“It’s okay, Daddy.” You whisper.

Taehyung looks away from his screen, raising a brow. “Don’t start.”

“I’m not?” Comes Jungkook’s perplexed reply.

“Not you,” Taehyung huffs in annoyance. “I was talking to Kitten.”

“Oh? Is she joining us?” Jungkook asks.

“No, she’s in her feline mood,” Taehyung answers as you rub your cheek on his pajama bottoms before looking up at him.

“Ooh, am I in for a treat, then?” Jungkook chuckles.

“Only if you want to stick around. I can’t promise anything,” Taehyung shrugs as your hands rub up and down his thighs. He knows it’s only a matter of time before you’re tugging them down to his ankles.

“That’s fine,” Jungkook says before he’s cursing, his focus back on the game as he gets shot at.

Taehyung stops patting your head, and you huff, your manicured nails digging into his thigh a little rough.

“Kitty!” Taehyung chastises, but you pout as you try to regain his attention.  

“Claws?” Jungkook jokes, a witness to your catty behavior a handful of times.

“Yes,” Tae looks down at you with a stern gaze. “Seems she can’t keep her hands to herself tonight. Might have to give her something to do.”

You nod enthusiastically, and your boyfriend laughs. “Only if you’re a good girl, Kitten. Bad girls don’t get rewarded.”

“Yes, daddy,” you nod, and Jungkook curses.

Taehyung gives the game his full attention, complacent with you touching his legs and tugging at his shirt every so often. It’s not until your palm pressed against his crotch that he jerks.

“Kitten!” He rasps as he looks down at you.

Taehyung clicks his tongue. He knows better than to fall for your little facade. You smirk, moving back until you’re lying on your small bed.

After all, it was your brattiness that had him hooked on you when you first met.

You occupy yourself with your phone for a few minutes, long enough for Taehyung to forget about you while he’s grunting and cursing as he gets killed.

“That was bull!” He exclaims as he runs a hand through his mess of curly locks. Jungkook cackles in his ears as he agrees, but waits for his best friend to respawn.

When Taehyung is back in the game, you crawl closer to him to palm his cock. This time, he’s too focused to acknowledge you, so you continue playing with his cock until he slowly grows hard.

Smiling to yourself, you tug his plaid pajama bottoms harshly. Taehyung gasps at your actions but only has a split second to avoid being killed in the game.

“Bad kitty!”

“Fuck, is she starting?” Jungkook groans, biting his lip. Taehyung chuckles. “Possibly.”

Looking down at you, Taehyung strokes your face to get your attention. “What do you need daddy to do?”

“Nothing, daddy. Play your game,” you respond softly as your hand wraps around him over his boxers. Taehyung sags into his chair, frowning when you squeeze his length harder than necessary.

You grin as you lean in closer to Tae. Your tongue traces his cock over his boxers. You mouth it, soaking the black material as Tae curses your name.  

“Good Kitty.”

Encouraged by his words, you tug on his boxers, and he lifts his hips off the chair to help you pull them all the way off. His cock slaps against his belly, hard and dribbling pre-cum. Your mouth waters at the sight as he lifts his shirt higher to not stain it.

“Fuck, daddy,” you lick your lips as you stare heatedly at his cock, already feeling the soreness in your throat. Taehyung chuckles, gripping his cock at the base and slapping your cheek. He groans when you stick your tongue out to lick it.

“You just can’t be satisfied with what I give you. You always have to take a little more?” Huh, Kitten?”

“Sorry, daddy. Just hungry,” you giggle as he slaps your face again but leans back in his chair, ignoring his friend’s cursing in his headset.

“Have at it, Kitty.”

With his verbal consent, you jump him. Your hand wraps around the base, but your fingers don’t meet, so you bring in your other hand, and your lips plant a wet kiss on the underside of his cock.

Taehyung smiles, ignoring you as he tries to keep his attention on the screen. You know you’re on your own for now, and that’s perfectly okay as you lower your mouth on the head. Gently you suckle it, tongue swirling slowly around him for a moment before you’re pulled off and get comfortable on your knees.

This is a position you’ve been in plenty of times. Under Tae’s desk on your pet bed with his cock in your mouth, your face on his lap as you suck him off. You’re not in a rush, teasing his slit and slurping his pre-cum enthusiastically.

Taehyung’s groans and soft curses are music to your ears, knowing you’re still affecting him despite his icy demeanor. So you stay in your spot, cock in your mouth and face on his lap as he pets you. His fingers weave in your hair, gently moving his hand as he scratches gently. You moan around him, your whines muffled by his fat cock that sits heavy on your tongue and makes your small mouth ache.

“Such a good kitty for daddy. Look at you so pretty with my fat cock in your mouth. I bet you want me to cum down your throat and fill your belly too,” Taehyung smirks when you whine, thighs pressed together as his hand leaves your hair and moves to your breast. He takes a second to find your pert nipple, pinching it roughly to get you to scream. Your eyes glaze with lust and a bit of anger, but your hand moves between your thighs.

“You should see her, Kook,” Taehyung licks his lips as he looks down at you. “Stuffed full of my cock and rubbing her pathetic little clit. She’s so wet from sucking the head that she can’t even focus solely on me. What a bad kitty she is, don’t you think?” Taehyung grins with mischief as he disconnects the headset and allows Jungkook’s groan to come through his speakers.

Taehyung reaches for his phone, raising it in front of you. You nod as he takes a picture of you to send to Jungkook.

“Fuck,” Jungkook drags out the word, biting his lip as he stares at the gift from his friend. “She looks so hot.”

“You hear that, pretty Kitty? Jungkook thinks you look hot. How about you take your shirt off so he can see those pretty tits?” Taehyung squeezes your face, and you release his cock, making him curse when your spit still connects the two of you.

His game is long forgotten as he stares at you, cock throbbing as you take your shirt off.

Fully naked, Tae takes another picture for Jungkook, who sings his praises as he slides his tattooed hand into his pajama pants. He desperately wishes he was at your place.

“Daddy,” you whine, and Jungkook feels his cock throb in his hand. Fuck, what he wouldn’t do to have you call him that.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” Taehyung sneers as he looks down at you, stroking his cock. You don’t answer him. Instead, you stick your tongue out for him to shove his cock back in your mouth.

Taehyung smirks. He takes a moment to collect a fat glob of spit and leans over your mouth. You bounce on your knees in excitement as he spits in your mouth, and you make a show of swallowing.

Taehyung pinches your cheeks roughly, keeping your mouth open before spitting in it again, and you try to thank him as he squeezes a little harder before he slides his tongue into your mouth.

“Good kitten,” he smiles with a pleasing look.

Taehyung sits back, allowing you to take control of his cock while he shuts off his game, but leaves his chat open.

“Come suck daddy’s cock, love,” Taehyung commands, and you eagerly take him in your mouth once again. It’s wet and sloppy, saliva dripping down his length to his balls, where you wander to lick him back to the tip.

Jungkook gets off on listening in, but the videos and pictures Taehyung sent continuously surely help. He’s been a guest in your bedroom here and there, more so after he stumbled into your pet bed and the cage you had in your bedroom when there were no pets in your apartment…

Slurping loudly, you make eye contact with Taehyung, taking him deeper only to gag and spit his cock out. He chuckles darkly, wiping the tears from your face and the mix of spit and pre-cum from your lips.

“You’re too overeager, Kitty. You can’t take on more than you can swallow. You’ll get hurt,” he warns sternly, and your cunt pulsates.

You nod. “Yes, daddy.”

Taehyung knows you’ll ignore his warning (as always), which is why he wraps his hand around his cock and stuffs it into your mouth, his finger blocking you from taking too much. Greedily you suck him off, tears running down your face and ruining the last bit of mascara that clung to your lashes after washing your face. The streaks mix with spit and pre-cum, and Tae sneers at the mess he made of your pretty face.

“That’s a good, pup,” he praises, and you whine. Not a pup.

“Fuck, she’s gonna make me cum all over my fucking hand,” Jungkook grunts, head lolling back onto his chair as his thighs and abdomen clench.

“Cum for her. Let her see the mess she makes of you, Kook. She loves that. Loves making men cum and licking it up after.” Taehyung raises a brow as if daring you to oppose him, but you don’t because it’s true. Nothing gets you off harder than knowing you’ve made your man and his best friend cum.

“Fuck, Taehyung! Kitten!” Jungkook groans, lost in himself, as you work overtime on Taehyung’s cock. He groans, falling back into his chair as you bob up and down his length, taking him until he hits the back of your throat and you swallow. Tears stream down your cheeks, and your nose starts to run as you drool all over Taehyung. He grips your hair in a handful, raising his hips off his chair as he thrusts in your throat. You cry out, moaning when he praises you for being his good girl. His good kitty as your hand moved between your legs to rub at your clit.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby girl. Come for us,” Taehyung encourages as Jungkook speaks his filth, trying to wait for you and Tae so he can cum, too. He edges himself, biting back a few sobs as his balls tighten and he grits his teeth. Taehyung hits video call on his phone, and now Jungkook’s got a front-row seat of your boyfriend fucking your throat raw, making it bulge.

“Ah-ah,” you cum hard. Sweet sounds muffled by Tae’s thick cock as he hits the back of your throat again and again before he grips your hair tightly and tries to hold his phone steady.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warns as he fucks your face harder, faster. He only pulls back enough to leave the blunt head in your mouth, your lips wrapped around it securely as he pulls it out to cum all over your face. You cough and shut your eyes as you get rewarded by spurt after spurt of hot cum coating your face.

Jungkook cums right after, nearly in tears as he falls limp into his chair.

“Daddy!” You exclaim in surprise despite being thrilled with the load on your face. Taehyung chuckles, gripping his still half-hard cock and putting it back in your mouth for you to lick clean. You do so, swirling your tongue around him and swallowing before he’s pulling you off him.

“Fuck, Kitten. You sure know how to make me weak in the knees.” Taehyung pants as he gives Jungkook a delightful view of your face. Jungkook shows you the mess he made of himself before wishing the two of you goodnight, thoroughly spent.

You lick around your lips, cleaning up any cum you can reach before Taehyung kisses you and pulls you up onto his lap.

He nuzzles his face into your neck as his hands squeeze your hips. “So good for me, Kitty. I love you.”

“Love you, daddy,” you respond as your fingers toy with his curly hair. He hums in response, his face still buried in your neck as he holds you to him. You sit with your boyfriend wrapped around you, enjoying the post-orgasm glow before he’s kissing you again, teeth scraping against your neck.

“Let’s go to bed, Kitten. It’s time you got your reward.”

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[shadowofahope]

In Too Deep

Pairing: Kim Taehyung!xFemale Reader

Warning: swearing, crude language, mentions of fwb, and mentions of intimate sex

Premise: He's your brother's best friend, that's why you let things slide, but he's gone too far. He's crossed too many lines and now he had to accept that his regular excuses weren't good enough. One hell of a wake-up call to realize just how deep he was in.

word count: 4.1K

Authors notes: I had originally planned this one to contain smut, but no matter how I wrote it it didn't feel quite right. HOWEVER, if you all want a part two with the smut..... I am more than willing to indulge.

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Loud footsteps boom through your apartment as you throw the door open, heels flying off. Marching over to the couch and throwing your work bag down you spin around rage all but consuming you. Every breath coming out ragged, body trembling from sheer outrage. The man following behind you drags his feet, closing the door after you, head down sheepishly avoiding eye contact.

If he was going to act like a man-child at your workplace, unasked for might you add, he could at least take his consequences and the brutal chastising he was about to get like an adult. 

“What the actual hell do you think you’re doing?” You can’t keep your voice calm, you can’t keep your mind calm. Everything in your being is ready to punch this beautiful man in his stupid beautiful face. 

He stands there silently, still not making eye contact. His shaggy hair covers your line of sight to his eyes. 

‘Coward’ your brain supplies you in his silence. 

“He wanted to sleep with you.” He eventually mutters out. 

Your mouth drops open. He did not just say that. Please lord help you, he did not just say that. 

“He wanted to…” Completely dumbfounded. This has to be the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard. “...sleep with me”

“He was trying to get lucky. He was getting all handsy with you.” Finally finding his excuses, eyes coming to rest on yours. “I heard him bragging to his friend about how he was getting laid tonight. There was no way I was going to let a sleeze talk about you like that.”

This was his justification? THIS is why he caused a scene at your work? Almost getting into a fight with a customer and being escorted out by security. You had managed to talk to the owners of the club you work at and apologize profusely. Only a warning was given thankfully as you had been one of their favorite waitresses and hype dancers since starting over a year ago, bringing in a good chunk of regulars to their VIP lounge area. 

He had to be fucking joking right now. 

“First of all, you don’t get to tell me who I can and can't sleep with.” Your voice comes out like acid, finger pointing at him viciously. “Secondly, it’s my job to make them believe they have a chance. That's how they tip well and keep coming back. I was doing my job! And I was doing it well until you had to neanderthal your way into being almost on the permanent blacklist. Not to mention risking my job.”

Exasperation didn’t cut it. Pure imbridadled rage didn’t cut it. This was giving you a migraine. Trying to relieve some pain you rub at your temples. 

“If you don’t like what I’m doing then LEAVE.” You kindly gesture to the front door, eyes now closed due to the increasing throbbing. “My brother said it would be 4 days, why are you still here?” You were exhausted. He was exhausting. 

“Because we realized just how much you fool around, it’s not safe for you like this. We needed to keep an eye on you.” He tries to persuade you. Always trying to be the hero. Something’s never changed. You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt at passing blame.

“Who is we?” You bite back bitterly. 

“Your brother and I” 

“No. Hell no! My brother already knows what I do, he’s fine with it. Do not pin your weird hyperfixation of us being a family on me.” Great now you were full blown shouting at him. 

“That’s not what I’m doing. I’m worried about you, you’re like a sister to me.” His small pleading means nothing to you. You’ve heard this excuse too many times before. 

“YOU’RE NOT MY BROTHER TAEHYUNG!” You scream at him, now turning away from him to walk away. Anything to give yourself room to breathe. 

“I understand you don’t see me as family but- I just want you to be safe. What if something bad happens? I don't understand why you’re being so reckless.” He chastises you as you stomp over toward your large bay window. 

“You know exactly why I do this!” You spin around at him. Your old nickname of Viper coming back full force. You wanted to tear his head off.

“Don’t make this my fault!” His aim at defending himself came out as an unconfident whine.

“I’m not saying it’s your fault! GOD!” Hands scratching at your skelp, you wanted to pull all of your hair out. These double standard rules were driving you crazy.  “I’m saying let me deal with rejection and heartbreak the way I want to! When Ari dumped you, you went on a gym binge for 3 months and opted for one night stands. When my brother was cheated on he never came out of his room for 6 months and slept with a previous ex. Everyone deals with it differently, so let me deal with it.”

“3 years. 3 years you’ve been messing around, never committing to a serious relationship. 3 years of your extreme recklessness. Why aren’t you over this by now?” He scoffs at you. Wait…did he just. The venom returned in full force.

“BECAUSE YOU WON’T LEAVE. I'VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR 9 YEARS! I FINALLY TELL YOU HOW I FELT AND YOU BRUSH ME OFF WHEN YOU’RE THE ONE WHO ASKED ME TO THINK ABOUT IT” You let everything out, right into his face, making short work of the room between you. All pent up rage over the years, all the resentment you had for him, as coming out in an almost hysteria. 

“We were only kids….”

“And I was dumb enough think I was special to you. I let myself fall for you and when you were finally 21 I told you my feelings and you said ‘we’re family’ and then introduced me to your girlfriend!” You scream, finally you were addressing it. Finally the elephant in the room was pointed out.  “Do you not understand how aggravating that is?”

“We-” 

“Every time I go home to see my brother and parents, you’re there. Every time my brother visits me, you’re there. I meet up with my brother, you're there. I meet up with our old friends YOU ARE THERE. And now I’ve finally gotten away and distanced myself from you…” You breathe shakily. “You show up at my door needing a place to stay for a couple days.”

“I can’t get over you if you’re in my life. I can’t forget you when every chance you get you meddle into my personal life. Your comments. Your judgements. The way you talk about me to your new friends.” You scoff at him, walking away again to look out of the same window as before. Muttering over your shoulder at his cheap pathetic expression.. “You think I want to keep loving someone who thinks so little of me?”

You laugh bitterly. Some sick joke this is. 

“You’re the one with the preconceived notions. You have no right to talk bad about the people I sleep with.” You can’t let yourself break yet. Not yet. Not when he’s looking at you with disbelief and the smallest hint of disgust. Your arms crossing over your chest, eyes narrowing at the outside world.  “Yes I have friends I occasionally sleep with, but they are still my FRIENDS. We have mutual respect for each other, which is something clearly you and I don’t have.”

You turn to look at him when you hear the floorboards creak under him, his steps heavy. Eyes ablaze with fury? Something you just said made him snap. But what the hell was it? 

“How do you think I feel having to defend you all the time? Most of the guys around town know who you are all because you can’t stop acting like a whore!” His dropping to the deepest parts of his chest. 

You stare at him in disbelief. All need to fight him is gone. You both drown in silence, his words sinking in.

“Get out.” You try to steady your voice. 

“Wait Y/N i didn’t mean-” He pleads.

“Didn’t mean to what Tae? Tell me you're embarrassed to have such a whore of a sister.” Your tongue feels like barbed wire in your mouth as it moves. 

“I-”

“Whatever you thought this was between you and me. Family. A stupid one-sided crush. We’re done. We are nothing anymore, understood?” You slowly walk over, every step in time to your words until you are directly in front of him. 

All he does is stand there, shock all over his face, eyes wide. If you didn’t know better it looked more like he was surprised at himself for saying it, then your reaction. You rip your eyes away from his stunned figure. Neglecting to think further then your need to leave, you stare at your front door.

“Now I’m going to tell you exactly what is going to happen. I’m heading over to Jimin and Hoseoks for the night. YOU are packing your stuff up and finding somewhere else to stay. You will be gone when I get back. And I will never speak to you again.” 

Pushing past him you don't say goodbye or anything else. No looking back to check on him. Slipping your bare feet into your sneakers you leave your apartment. 

‘Don’t break. Don’t break.’ You tell yourself over and over again as you make your way sprinting over to your friend's place. No phone, no keys, no wallet. Nothing, not like you’ll need it anyways. You continue your mantra until you're standing in front of their door, shaking. You’re holding on by a thread and it's not until the door opens and you’re confronted with Hoseok and Jimin’s concerned faces that you finally let yourself break down into a sobbing mess. Two pairs of arms wrap around you instantly, pulling you into the safety of their space. 

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“You called my sister a WHORE? Are you fucking kidding me Taehyung?!” Yoongi barrels into his living room from his office, upon hearing his best friend enter and fussing around in the kitchen. He had just gotten off the phone with Hoseok, who you had told everything to after you stopped crying and fell asleep. 

Out of nowhere Taehyung had showed up at his place a few days ago asking to stay there instead. Yoongi could tell something was wrong, but he was waiting patiently for one of you to explain it to him. Clearly he should have demanded answers sooner.

“It was an accident! It slipped out before I could think clearly.” Visibly shaken by the outburst, his eyes jump to the older, brain scrambled.

“You are so fucking dumb. I thought I knew how dumb you were, but it turns out you are on a whole nother level of stupidity.” Yoongi has always been calm, nothing really makes him raise his voice. Well nothing except things to do with his sister.

“I KNOW!” He can’t defend himself, not from you and definitely not from your brother. “I’m a fucking moron ok?!”

“Not ok. You’ve known her your entire life and somehow your empty fucking head neglects the fact that y/n sleeping around are RUMOURS.” 

“But she’s-”

“Sleeping with Hoseok and Jimin? Yes, but that’s it! Have you ever talked to these guys? Probably not because your ignorant ass cant see passed the fact that she’s actually fucking people.” He’s became friends with both of them soon after you had started spending all your time with them. 

You had started talking about them almost every time yoongi and you went out for dinner. They were obviously really special people in your life. So he had asked you about them, and you had smiled and said that you’d like them. To which that led them to meeting him in person. He easily found them bearable. Both with bright and positive personalities he could see why you had latched onto them. 

But he wasn’t stupid or blind and the three of you didn’t try to hide anything either.

“It’s not that I thought she wouldn’t. I was just mad that she wasn’t being careful. I just wanted her to find a nice guy and settle down! Is that so wrong?”  Taehyung truly believes every word he’s saying. He’s just looking out for you.

“Being careful? Settling down? How many one night stands have you had in the last 6 months Tae? How many relationships have you been in for the 3 years? Hell what about me?” Yoongi reasons with him. One thing he knows almost as much as his sister is his bestfriend. Even if his bestfriend is too blind to notice.“You don’t get to call my sister a whore just because you're jealous!”

“Jealous?”Taehyung hesitates, the wheels in his head turning. “Of what?”

“For fuck sakes Tae. I really hoped you would figure your shit out. You’re so fucking dense when it comes to Y/n.” 

The confusion sets in on his face, brows and nose scrunching. What was he dense about? What the hell was Yoongi on about. He wanted you to be safe. Be with someone who knew you, inside and out. Who could treasure you in every chance they’d get. Look after you when your anxiety got too much, knew what you’d need. Be ready to suffer at the end of your viper tongue, handling your blunt and independent demands. Reassure you that you are the most beautiful being in the universe. Someone that would check all the boxes of what you deserve from a partner. 

He had high expectations of who ever wanted to be with you, what was so wrong with that?

“You’re in love with her.” Yoongi fights himself not to smack Taehyung, when the others' eyes shoot to him in utter skepticism. “Don't give me any of the family bullshit you try to shove down her throat. It’s pathetic how hard you push it. You’re pissed because after all this time you are in love with her and she is doing her damned best to move on from you. Including fucking her friends.”

“But she’s your sister! And you’re my best friend! Of course I’d see her as my sister too.”

That wasn’t a proper rebuttal. Yoongi let’s it slide for now. Staring down Taehyung from across the kitchen. This man needed a wakeup call, and Yoongi was gonna give him a hell of a ride through actualization-vill. 

“You don’t get to use that as an excuse, just because she’s my sister. She’s my sister to worry about, not yours!” 

His immediate dismissal set Taehyung's jaw on edge. Shoulders tense, hands into fists before his own outburst, “How can you say that? I’ve always had your back when you were protecting her from those idiots trying to get with her. You’re extremely protective of her.”

“You’ve only had my back because it meant keeping other people away from her. Stop using me as an excuse for how you feel. I know my sister, better than anyone, just like I know you. Just admit it to yourself already.”

“I’m not-“ He can’t find the words. He can’t bring himself to. How was he supposed to make Yoongi see…

“Not what? Not in love with her… or not worth her love?” Yoongi sighs, eyes softening. Empathy now shining in them, he crosses the room to make his friend listen, to make him see. Hand coming to rest on the tallers shoulder.

“She-“

“She’s been in your life since you can remember. She’s the only female that has supported you 100% of the time, through every tough decision. She’s never once asked you to change. She’s never once demanded anything from you. She was there when your parents were fighting. She was there when you had surgery. She was there when you had no place to go. She was there when you needed someone to cry to.” His voice comes out calm again.

“…but she’s your sister and I’m-“ His last attempt barely is above a whisper.

“The one person that would make her truly happy. And that’s what I want for her. To be happy, besides if that makes my best friend happy too, that's a bonus. But you need to LET yourself accept this. No one is saying you can’t be in love with her or be with her. Only you are fighting this. Only you are telling yourself you can't have her when she’s right there, willing and wanting to be yours. Open your eyes Taehyung before she closes them for you forever.”

Patting his shoulder Yoongi leaves Taehyung alone in the kitchen, Taehyung watching him retreat back to his office. And for the first time he truly lets himself think about what Yoongi and you have said to him. So much conflict running through his mind and heart.

“Shit…” 

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Requested champagne in hand, black strappy heels clicking on the dark marbled tiles. Black leather shirt draping off your shoulders, body-con dress fitting you just right. Tonight was a Friday night, one of your busiest nights thankfully this was your last room of the night, once this party was done you could go home and snuggle into your fluffy blankets and cozy pajamas. Playing the part, skin aglow, welcome smile plastered on your makeup perfected face. Your 3rd Friday since you last saw Taehyung, your smile hides the pain you still felt but it was a welcome distraction nonetheless. 

You stall yourself in front of the VIP ROOM door. Deep breath. Shoulders back. Smile bright. 

You give the door a knock before entering. 

“Good evening Gentlemen, I have brought you the champagne you requ-” 

Lungs on fire, contradicting your now frozen body, eyes trained on the back of a single figure staring out at the rest of the club. His broad shoulders and shaggy hair, backlit by the lights from the stage and dance floor. Why did he have to look so agonizingly beautiful in his snug black slacks and silk dress shirt. Damnit, that was the same shirt you bought him a couple of birthdays ago. 

2 steps in the door, still you could run. You should run. 

You can’t run.

“What are you doing here?!” Finding your voice, it comes out a little more gravely then you had hoped. 

“I just want to talk” Sheepish warm brown eyes look at you, they take in your appearance. Your whole appearance. 

Music booms behind you through the open door, you barely can hear him. Regardless it still makes you itch, anger festering deep within you. 

“I told you we were done.” Thankfully your voice comes out firmer then you feel. Inside you can feel yourself slipping through your fingers already. Just by seeing him again.

“I know. I tried calling but you blocked my number and all of my social media.” He gives a nod, dead smile ghosting his lips momentarily. 

“I meant what I said.” You walk farther into the room, resolution sound as you place the glass bottle of the expensive liquid down on the frosted glass table. Glancing at it briefly, his favourite kind, you should have known.

“Please just let me explain-” He takes a hesitant step toward you.

“You explained yourself enough. Tae,” You exhale deeply.  “please. Just let it be done. I don’t want to do this with you anymore.”

“I can’t-” His deep voice barely audible over the sound, but you can hear it break. “I can’t let you go”

Your head shakes involuntarily, failing to stop the tears from collecting in your eyes you turn away arms crossed over you, protecting what you could of your heart. “This isn’t fair Taehyung.”

Footsteps approach you, you’re hyper aware of his presence close behind you. “I know, I am the worst of the worst and I promise I’ll leave you alone but please just listen to what I have to say first? Please”

You reach out for the door, creating distance between you. One last chance to leave.

“You have 2 minutes” 

The door shuts, all the night life now muffled, softly placing yourself on the couch. Spine rigid, you wait eyes now on his overly anxious figure as he continues to stand. You can see the slight sweat on his temples now. Good, he's nervous. He should be.

“Thank you. Ok first I want to say I’m sorry for calling you.. that name… it was unjustified, and completely wrong of me to say that. You sleeping with 1 or 2, hell even 50 people doesn’t give me the right to demean you. And it was none of my business, regardless because yes. I am not your brother. I fooled myself into believing it. Pushing myself to only allow myself to see you as my sister when I asked you to think about what we were to each other. I was so afraid at the time you’d shut me down, and saying something about my adolescence factoring my love for you. Which was true. I was young and I so desperately wanted you to see me as a man but you said you’d let me know when I was older and I felt like I was being buried alive with guilt and rejection. Guilt for wanting my best friend's sister, guilt for possibly ruining the friendship the three of us had, guilt of possibly making you feel uncomfortable around me. So when that girl confessed to me I just said yes on a whim. Hoping I could maybe fall in love with her if I try really hard, as well as make myself fall out of love with you. I was so scared of what I asked of you and then of what I did. I pushed it down so well I truly believed I only loved you like a sister. But I could never stand idle when it came to you. Every event I wanted to be at to support you, every heartbreak I wanted to pummel those guys into the ground. I was so panicked every time Yoongi would tell me something about you and would always ask him ‘well what are we gonna do?’. I put myself on the front line, I tried to place myself between you and the world all while still believing I loved you like a sister. Like I should be doing, family. That’s what I always wanted from your brother and your parents. They felt like family to me, so you had to be too. But knowing now you are working in a place like this, where everyone can see you looking absolutely breathtaking, knowing that Jimin and Hoseok get to see you in a way that I never could. Something so vulnerable and intimate for their eyes only. That they were your friends. They get to have friendly banter, movie marathons, nights out, smart quips from your venomous tongue AND be with you like that. I’m sorry I talked badly about them, I know they mean so much to you. I had to understand, to pull myself away and think about it without my feelings getting in the way. Yoongi was right, I’ve been blind and stupid because of the fear I made up in my head. When I should have held you close I pushed you away and chained myself. But I’ve realized how I feel about you know, about us. And I know I’m years too late to give you an actual answer and I know I need to do better. I’m still immature and possessive and I don’t think things through all the way and I’m clearly terrible at communicating and I know I have to change and-“

“What do you feel now.” You cut him off. You maintain a neutral expression. He needed to say it before you made up your mind.

“You still want to know?” He chokes out, almost a whimper. 

“I’ve always known about your terrible personality Tae. This isn’t new, I’ve been around you long enough to see your relationships fall apart, remember? You don’t have to change, just grow, like you’re doing right now. If you change who you are completely then you aren’t you anymore, then who am I supposed to be in love with?” He needs to say it. “So tell me. Right now, how do you feel about me?”

“I love you. Not as a sister but as someone I want to be with. I am so idiotically In love with you that I detest myself for putting you through this pain.” It all tumbles from his mouth. “But I’m still scared.”

“Why?” No more excuses.

“What if you find out I’m not worth your love?”

“Taehyung. If I thought that I would have stopped years ago. I’m in too deep.” You give him a slight smile, eyes sparkling with something new.

“I’m in too deep too.” 

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Between the Stacks

📚Taehyung x Jungkook 

📚Genre/AU: college, fluff, smut, angst, brother’s best friend

📚 Rating: R

📚Word Count: 3724

⚠️ Warning: smut, gay sex

📚A/N: Written for Sharon as a part of @bangtanwritershq New Year, New Love event.

📚Summary: Jungkook has always lived in the shadows of his brother’s shine. How will he handle it when his brother’s best friend finally pulls him into the light?

In the hushed sanctuary of the university library, Jungkook’s haven is a worn paperback, its pages whispering secrets only he can hear. The scent of aged paper and brewing chamomile cling to Jungkook like a second skin as he burrows deeper into the cavernous library. Sunlight, filtered through glass streaked with rivulets of soft rain, paints honey streaks across the worn spines of countless companions, each whispering tales of forgotten worlds and whispered dreams. His fingers, stained with ink from countless stolen moments of poetry, trace the worn spines, their rhythm a counterpoint to the distant thrum of campus life. Here, amongst the towering stacks, Jungkook is invisible, lost in worlds spun from his own imagination. 

His brother, Jimin, in contrast, appears to come from a different galaxy. A symphony of laughter and sunshine, he moves through life with a carefree vivaciousness. His smile, a thousand-watt supernova, draws moths to his flame, and Jungkook, forever in his shadow, watches with a mix of admiration and a pang of longing. 

Jungkook settles at a table in his favorite corner of the library. He eyes Jimin from over the spine of the book propped in front of him. His older brother is across the large room, surrounded by a group of friends who have done more chatting than studying in the last few hours they have been there. Glued to his side is his best friend, Taehyung. 

Taehyung is a hurricane that blew into their lives during Jimin’s first year at university; Jungkook was still a junior in high school. He is a whirlwind of laughter and tousled caramel hair, arriving on campus like a burst of summer on a winter day. His smile is a constellation unto itself, a playful wink that turns heads and sets hearts aflutter. With his easy charm and infectious energy, Taehyung is a supernova in his own right, blazing brighter than even Jimin sometimes.

Jungkook rarely crosses paths with Taehyung. Jungkook is content in his solitude and watches from afar as Taehyung becomes the center of every circle. Yet, beneath the surface, a different tune hums. It can be heard in the stolen glances across crowded rooms, in the way Jungkook’s pulse quickens at the sound of Taehyung’s booming laughter, but especially in how the older man’s gaze strays to Jungkook’s corner of the library.  

In Taehyung’s eyes, Jungkook sees a hint of curiosity, a gentle understanding that pierces his usual invisibility. For Taehyung, Jungkook is more than just Jimin’s brother; he is a quiet enigma, a universe waiting to be explored. Shyness, like a barbed-wire fence, keeps Jungkook at bay, and Taehyung’s loyalty to Jimin, a thick fog, obscures the path towards anything more. They are two planets orbiting the same sun, forever drawn, forever out of reach, their unspoken verses waiting to be sung, their hidden melodies yearning to be heard. 

Suddenly, Taehyung’s eyes meet his across the room. Time seems to stutter, the air crackling with unspoken words. A beat of silence stretches, then Taehyung, with a mischievous glint in his eye, winks. Jungkook feels his cheeks flush, the heat spreading through him like wildfire. He ducks behind his book, the worn pages suddenly a flimsy shield against the supernova across the room. 

Jungkook’s heart hammers against his ribs. What could that wink mean? The wink, innocent on the surface, feels like a detonation in his quiet world. He peeks over the rim of his book, a sliver of Taehyung visible at the edge of his vision. The mischievous glint has softened, replaced by a hint of uncertainty, a mirror of Jungkook’s own turmoil. Torn between yearning and hesitation, Jungkook’s fingers tremble on the page. 

Taehyung watches Jungkook from across the large space,  longing to unravel the enigma that is Jungkook. He wants to break through his shyness and explore uncharted territory. But his loyalty to Jimin looms, a constant reminder of the line he shouldn’t cross. 

In the midst of this emotional turmoil, a giggle from beside Taehyung startles him. He turns his attention to Jimin, who seems blissfully unaware of the complex dynamics playing out around him. Jimin’s laughter rings through the air, momentarily dispelling the tension. Taehyung shares a quick glance with Jungkook, both silently acknowledging the struggle within themselves. 

The two of them settle back into their respective corners of the library. Jungkook buries himself into his books, getting lost in worlds far away. Taehyung settles back in next to Jimin, joining in on his friends’ fun.

As the hours pass, the library grows quieter, and the soft glow of study lamps casts a warm ambiance in the dimming space. Jungkook, engrossed in his books, loses track of time. When he finally looks up, he’s surprised to find the library empty. The hushed whispers have faded, and many tables around him are now vacant. 

Realizing the lateness of the hour, Jungkook gathers his belongings, preparing to leave. However, as he approaches the exit, he finds the doors sealed shut. Panic flickers in his eyes as he realizes he has inadvertently been locked inside the library.

The storm outside has intensified, and rain pelts against the windows, accompanied by occasional flashes of lightning that illuminate the darkened sky. Thunder rumbles in the distance, echoing the turmoil within Jungkook. 

With a sigh, he decides to explore the library, hoping to find a way to contact someone to unlock the doors. As he wanders through the aisles, the sound of footsteps catches his attention. Turning a corner, he stumbles upon Taehyung, who wears a surprised expression upon seeing Jungkook.

“Taehyung, you’re here, too?” Jungkook asks a mixture of relief and surprise in his voice. 

Taehyung nods, looking equally bewildered. “Yeah, I stayed behind after my friends left, and I guess I lost track of time. Now it seems we’re both locked in.”

The irony of their situation isn’t lost on them. Together, they attempt to find a solution, checking windows and trying to reach someone through their phones, but the signal in the library is weak, and the windows are firmly shut.

As they navigate the deserted aisles, the distant rumble of thunder grows closer. The storm outside grows even stronger, creating an atmospheric backdrop to the unexpected solitude they find themselves in. The flickering lights within the library and the echoing thunder outside create an eerie yet strangely intimate atmosphere. 

Jungkook and Taehyung share a glance, a silent acknowledgment of the peculiar circumstances that have brought them together. With no immediate solution in sight, they decide to make the best of the situation. They find a cozy corner, surrounded by shelves of books with the occasional flashes of lightning and the comforting sound of rain tapping on the windows.

Once in the corner, both men kick off their shoes to get comfortable. Taehyung snags the dusty armchair nearest the window, its faded crimson velvet whispering secrets of forgotten readers. Jungkook settles on the floor, leaning against an adjacent bookcase. The scent of aged paper and leather dances in the air, punctuated by the earthy tang of rain seeping in through the leaky windows.

Jungkook shivers, drawing his knees closer to his chest. The old library, usually a haven of warmth and knowledge, feels eerily cold tonight. The storm outside rages, each crack of thunder vibrating through the building. Taehyung, ever the optimist, nudges him with the tip of his foot.

“Think of it as an adventure, Kookie,” he grins, his eyes twinkling despite the dim light. “A secret library party just for us, with the best soundtrack ever.”

Jungkook chuckles, a bubble of warmth breaking through the chill. “Yeah, a party with ghosts and leaky roofs.”

Taehyung snorts. “Ghosts are only scary in cheesy movies. And as for the roof, it’s just adding to the ambiance, like a giant rain drum.” He rummages through his bag, pulling out a worn deck of cards. “Wanna play some poker?”

Jungkook hesitates. Card games aren’t exactly his forte. “Uh– I don’t have any money on me to bet.”

Taehyung smirks.”Why don’t we use something else to bet?” He makes a show of looking around, thinking hard. “Why not bet our clothes?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, swallowing audibly. “S-sure,” he stutters, cheeks flushing a deep pink.

As Taehyung shuffles the cards, the silence settles again, punctuated by the rhythmic drumming of the rain. Jungkook finds himself studying Taehyung, the older man’s easy confidence a stark contrast to his own nervousness. 

“Hey,” Taehyung says softly, his gaze meeting Jungkook’s. “You okay?”

Jungkook blinks, surprised. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just…never been stuck in a library during a storm before.”

Taehyung chuckles, “Neither have I. But hey, at least we’re together, right?”

Jungkook’s smile widens and he nods. The game starts awkwardly, with Taehyung dealing the cards out face down.  Jungkook worries at his lip and bets his socks to start off with, and Taehyung follows suit.

Jungkook takes a look at his cards; Jimin taught him how to play poker when he was younger, back in high school, when they would gamble their allowances. So, he tries to recall his memories from that as he looks at his hand: three Queens, a seven, and a six.

Taehyung snorts, eyeing Jungkook. “You know your poker face needs work.”

Jungkook laughs nervously, “No, I just haven’t played in years. The last time I played this was when Jimin was still living at home.”

Taehyung tries to mask his delight, feeling over-confident that he is going to wipe the floor with Jungkook. He watches the younger man, surprised when he decides to stay. Taehyung harrumphs cockily and raises Jungkook his cardigan. Jungkook's wide bambi eyes watch him innocently but sees Taehyung’s cardigan with his own jacket. 

Taehyung sits up straighter and proudly lays out his hand: two Jacks, two nines, and a two. Jungkook cocks his head, blinking slowly before laying out his own three-of-a-kind.

Taehyung’s jaw drops the silence echoing around them before being split by the sound of Jungkook’s giggle.

“You played me,” Taehyung bluntly states.

Jungkook gasps, hand to his chest. “Moi?”

Taehyung shoots him an accusatory look as he strips off his cardigan and pulls his socks off. “Yeah, you acted like you had a bad hand.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “No, you perceived that I had a bad hand by misinterpreting my reactions.”

Taehyung guffaws, “That’s the same thing!”

“Hmm, no, they’re different.” Jungkook gathers the forfeited clothes and sets them in a pile next to him.

“Semantics.” Taehyung scoffs and shoves the cards at Jungkook for him to deal.

The game continues, the two trading quippy barbs and silly jokes as the hours pass. Soon, they are sitting in the dim lighting, Taehyung in his boxers and just an undershirt, while Jungkook is shirtless and in just his boxer briefs. 

Suddenly, a deafening boom of thunder shakes the building, and a loud crack is heard from outside the window nearby; a large branch of the tree outside crashes to the ground.  Jungkook yelps, sending cards flying as he dives for cover under a nearby table. Taehyung stands, peering around in the dim lighting, and sees what caused the massive noise.

Taehyung calms his racing heart and moves over to the cowering younger man. “Kookie, it was just a branch breaking outside.” He offers his hand, urging him out of his hiding space. “Come on out.”

Jungkook laughs nervously, clutching at the other man’s hand, letting Taehyung pull him out from his improvised shelter. Jungkook stands, leaving inches between the two of them. Taehyung can’t help letting his eyes wander, taking in the large expanse of bare skin on display so close to him. Jungkook is in no better state. His eyes wander over the dark tan legs of his brother’s best friend, his imagination running wild.

Jungkook’s breath hitches as Taehyung’s free hand grazes his chest—the calloused pad of his thumb skims along a prominent rib. The touch lingers, sending a jolt of something electric through him that has nothing to do with the thunderstorm. He lifts his gaze, meeting Taehyung’s eyes, locked in a silent debate that crackles with unspoken desire.

The air around them seems to thicken, with the tang of ozone and something sweeter, more primal. Taehyung’s eyes, usually bright and playful, are smoldering now, a dark intensity that mirrors the anxiety brewing within Jungkook.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook whispers, his voice rough with nerves and something else, something he can’t quite name.

Taehyung responds with a low groan, his voice like the rumble of thunder, and leans in, the space between them shrinking to a hair’s breadth. Jungkook can feel the heat radiating from his body and smell the musky scent of sandalwood sweat—his heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the storm’s rhythm.

Jungkook’s lips part in a gasp as Taehyung’s breath mingles with his own, warm and humid like the air before a downpour. He can taste the faint salt of adrenaline, the sweetness of Taeyung’s cologne, and something deeper, something primal, that echoes the wild pounding in his chest.

Taehyung's thumb traces a lazy arc across Jungkook’s ribcage, each graze sending a shiver down his spine. His other hand, the one that lingers on the table, finds its way to Jungkook’s hip, pulling him closer, impossibly closer until their bodies are flush, skin burning against skin.

“Kookie,” Taehyung murmurs, his voice a smoky whisper against Jungkook’s ear. “You’re trembling.”

The accusation is both a taunt and a confession. Jungkook knows he isn’t the only one shaken. He can feel Taehyung’s heartbeat thrumming against his palm, a frantic counterpoint to his own.

“It’s the storm,” Jungkook chokes out, the lie tasting bitter on his tongue.

Taehyung laughs a low, breathy sound that sends shivers down Jungkook’s spine. “Thunder doesn’t make your eyes dilate like galaxies, Kookie.”

His fingers dip under the waistband of Jungkook’s boxer briefs, the rough fabric a stark contrast against the smoothness of his skin. They trace the lines of his hip bone, sending goosebumps dancing across his flesh. Jungkook leans into the touch, a moan escaping his lips as Taehyung brushes his knuckles lower. 

The space between them is a charged void, crackling with unspoken need. Jungkook meets Taehyung’s gaze, his voice barely a wiper. “Do you…” he begins, the words failing him.

Taehyung’s eyes flicker with understanding. He brushes a stray strand of hair from Jungkook’s forehead, his thumb lingering against the soft skin. “Do I want you, Kookie?” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “Always have.”

With a sudden boldness, Jungkook closes the remaining distance, pressing his lips against Taehyung’s in a hesitant kiss. It is a spark, a tentative flame igniting in the storm. Taehyung responds with a groan, deepening the kiss, his lips hot and demanding against Jungkook’s.

Their tongues tangle, a desperate exploration of unchartered territory. Jungkook tastes rain, adrenaline, and a sweetness that is uniquely Taehyung. His hands fumble with the hem of Taehyung’s shirt, a desperate need to feel more, to touch every inch of him.

Taehyung mirrors his urgency, pulling Jungkook closer, his hands roaming up and over his back, tracing the curves of his spine. They stumble back, colliding with a bookshelf, sending a shower of leather-bound volumes scattering across the floor.

Laughter mingles with gasps as they further entangle themselves. The laughter dies down quickly and is replaced by a smoldering silence. Taehyung’s hands trail across Jungkook’s skin, brushing delicate touchpoints. Jungkook shivers, a delicious mix of anticipation and fear coursing through him. 

Taehyung’s eyes, dark and intense under the dim light, hold Jungkook captive. He leans in slowly, his lips hovering just a breath away from Jungkook’s ear.

“Let’s make this storm unforgettable,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly.

Jungkook’s heart stutters in his chest. Taehyung’s words hang heavy in the air, a promise of something wild and exhilarating that he can’t seem to deny. 

He nods, a silent agreement, and Taehyung’s lips meet his in a kiss that is both fierce and tender. Jungkook’s hands find their way into Taehyung’s hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Their bodies tangle together as they makeout against the hard shelves of the bookcase. 

Time seems suspended as they strip each other of their remaining clothing items. Their mouths exchange heated exhales as they press tightly together, not leaving a modicum of space between them. Jungkook’s fingers press fervently into the deep caramel skin of Taehyung’s back. Their hips rut forward together, their lengths stroking against each other. 

A whine is pulled from the younger man’s throat, his head thrown back as he clings to the other. Taehyung gives a squeeze to his hips. “Give me one second.”

Taehyung dashes away, crouching next to his bag as he digs frantically through it. It’s only seconds, but feels like minutes before he returns triumphant, a travel-sized bottle of lube in his grip.

Jungkook eyes him warily. “Should I be concerned that you carry that around with you?”

Taehyung huffs, “Stop looking gift horses in the mouth, Kookie.” With a hand on the younger’s hip, he spins the man around. He can’t stifle the groan as he takes in the firm roundness of Jungkook’s tight ass.

His hands run over the smooth expanse, freely fondling the bounty in front of him until Jungkook whines at him and bucks his hips needily. Taehyung quickly uncaps the lube and coats two fingers. He warms the cool liquid before tracing the tight, puckered hole of the man in front of him. 

As Jungkook fights off the shiver that runs up his spine, he feels Taehyung’s long, tapered finger press inside. His head falls forward, his forehead thunking against the thick wooden shelf in front of him. He groans loudly at the delicious stretch as Taehyung works further inside.

Too soon, Jungkook is clinging desperately to the shelves as he nearly comes undone on Taehyung’s slender fingers. Taehyung presses sloppy, open-mouth kisses along Jungkook’s spine as he works him open. 

He curls three of his fingers inside the tight confines, and Jungkook cries out, begging for mercy. Taehyung chuckles low in his throat, enjoying taking the younger man apart.”You ready for me, baby?” Taehyung rasps.

“Yes! God, yes. Please, Tae!” Jungkook eagerly begs for relief.

With a slap to one of his firm cheeks, Taehyug withdraws his fingers, leaving Jungkook’s hole desperately clenching around nothing. Drawing his lip between his teeth, Taehyung quickly coats his length before replacing his fingers with his cock.

Both men moan loudly, the sound echoing off the thick tomes around them as Taehyung presses his hips forward and works deeper inside the other man. He doesn’t stop until his pelvis is pressed firmly to the round globes of Jungkook’s ass. Pausing, Taehyung works to catch his breath, trying not to lose his mind over the strangling grasp of the tight hole wrapped around him.

Clearing his throat, he asks, “Ready?”

Uncharacteristically, Jungkook demands, “Fucking move, Tae.” Punctuating the terse demand with a bucking of his hips back against Taehyung.

Taehyung’s lips part in a snarl as he grips the younger man’s hips and withdraws until only his tip remains before snapping his hips forward. He sets a hard rhythm, hips slapping fast and punishing against Jungkook’s ass. 

Jungkook does all he can to cling to the shelves in front of him as he is taken apart by Taehyung. His own cock repeatedly slaps against his bare abs, dripping a steady line of precum. It’s not long before Jungkook cries out, declaring he is close.

Taehyung’s fingers tighten on Jungkook’s hips as he drills even harder. Each thrust nailing that concentrated spot of nerves deep inside Jungkook. The younger screws his eyes shut, mouth dropping open as endless moans are fucked out of him relentlessly. 

It’s not long before Jungkook stiffens beneath Taehyung, and cries out as he releases all of the pent-up tension that had been building up between the two of them. Waves of pleasure rack through his body as Taehyung continues to thrust in and out of his clenching hole. 

Jungkook feels the bite of Taehyung’s nails as his hips stutter, losing their rhythm. With a few last thrusts, Taehyung’s hips still, and he can feel the thick cock pulsing deep inside of him. Taehyung slumps forward, barely catching himself by gripping the shelf above the one Jungkook is clinging to.

Both of their legs are trembling as Taehyung pulls out, a hiss echoing from both of their chests. Simultaneously, they seem to give in to the need to collapse and land in a heap, propped up against the hard shelves behind them. 

The echoes of their shared storm settle, leaving a peaceful hush in its wake. Their hearts, still humming in a shared rhythm, thrum against each other like a secret counterpoint to the rain’s gentle drumming. Moonlight filters through rain-washed windows, casting their bodies in silvery constellations, a testament to the intimacy they carved into the night.

Fingers intertwined, they trace lazy patterns on each other’s skin, the language of touch speaking volumes where words wouldn’t dare. Even in the quiet, the weight of their secret hangs heavy, a silent knowledge that their lives will forever be marked by this night. The library, once a have of dusty tomes and whispered knowledge, has become a silent witness to a new story blossoming in its heart.

Jungkook, eyes tracing the rain’s descent down the windowpane, feels a tremor of uncertainty. The path ahead, once familiar, now stretches before him like an unchartered map, filled with thrilling promises of possibility and chilling whispers of doubt. Will this survive the harsh light of day?

Taehyung, his gaze mirroring Jungkook’s introspection, squeezes his hand gently. In that silent gesture, a world of unspoken promises unfolds. Whatever comes next, they will face it together, navigating the unchartered waters of their new reality with the compass of their shared truth. 

As the first blush of dawn kisses the horizon, casting the library in a soft, golden light, they know they have crossed a threshold. The storm outside has subsided, leaving behind a world that’s washed clean, ready to be painted with the colors of their new story. And in that shared sunrise, they find a glimmer of hope, a promise that what was born in the heart of the storm might just be their guiding light.

#bangtanwhq #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts fanfiction #bts ff #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #jjk smut #smut #jimin and taehyung are best friends #brothers best friend #jimin and jungkook are siblings #jungkook x taehyung

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95z soulmates through the years

#vmin #park jimin #kim taehyung #bts #vmin quotes #vmin through the years #theyve rlly been best friends and soulmates for nearly ten years now #happy 9th anniversary to bts and vmin!!! #thought i should make a compilation to celebrate hehe :D #HUGE SHOUTOUT TO btsandvmin for sitting with me through the agonizing five hours it took me to make smth worthwhile shes a sweetheart

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221013 V's Instagram Story 

@/j.m 새일축하해😏

@/j.m Happy birthday😏

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#221013 #v #taehyung #happy birthday #jimin #instagram #story #bangtan #bts #happy jimin day #chingu #best friend

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𓏔   君だけが　全てだから ❀

もっと抱きしめて強くまた.

#໒ you're my best friend for the rest of my life #kpop icons #kpop moodboard #bts icons #bts moodboard #bts layouts #hoseok icons #jimin icons #jungkook icons #jungkook layouts #taehyung icons #jungkook lq #jungkook moodboard #jungkook lq layouts #seokjin lq #seokjin layouts #seokjin moodboard #kookjin icons #kookjin moodboard #kookjin lq #kookjin layouts #୨ ✯ ୧ . • · . °. ⸙੭ : · • . #bg icons #bg moodboard #bg lq #bg layouts

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#heat 1995 #kpop gg #spotify #bts icons #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts army #bts #army #best friends #friends #vmin fanart #vmin #bts moodboard