#bts kth

[sugaimhome]

country house setting - kth - part one

pairing: 19th century taehyung x reader

minors do not interact!!!

warnings (this part): age gap (10 years, readers 18, he’s 28), masturbation (v brief), loads of smut in the next chapter hold ye horses, yandere (? he’s very obsessed with her and her innocence lol), hints towards previous abuse, distant father figure, the messed up society of 19th century britain, biscuits.

part summary: taehyung wasn't looking forward to the isolation of his fathers manor, when you knock his door, that isolation is shattered, he has a new obsession. When taehyung visits your father to introduce himself as his a new neighbor, he makes you an offer you just can not decline.

words: 4.4k

series summary: your isolated manor house has nothing interesting going on. but when the abandoned manor near to yours has a new occupant, things change. taehyung is obsessed with you from the day you first knock his door. he’d do anything for you, even if it meant going against your father’s wishes, even if it meant you losing something very important to your future marriage on the way, something that would force your fathers hand.

part one  part two  part three  masterlist 

explanation of the title: a literacy genre where fictional characters are often isolated and alone living in a country house.

A/N: i’ve been so excited to post this, then suddenly, min yoongi decides to post a picture with the same vibes... least to say I changed some names around to better suit next chapters 😫😫 he will be appearing more than once in this story. this hasn’t been proof read by anyone but me so sorry about that 😶‍🌫️ i love reader so much i just want to protect her 🥺 also the writing on the banner is jane austens writing, what a queen. I did try and copy the speaking of the time a little but I think I failed 😀

“A ball?” you ask, hope filling every inch of your heart, you’d never been to a ball, you were dying to go “Oh, father, we must go” It had been over two months since you’d properly left the house, and that had only been to the local market. You could only paint the garden so many times before going mad.

“We won’t be going to Min Yoongi’s ball” he replies, not looking up from the letter he’s holding. He sounds so resigned you wonder if he even heard you. 

“But father-” you begin, hoping to say your piece to him.

“No Y/N” his answer is blunt, you know it was final; there's no point arguing with him when he’s in one of these moods, it will only end with you getting hurt. 

“Okay”. This had been the third ball invitation this week and the third rejection from your father. You sigh. How were you ever to find a husband if you didn’t socialise? All the rich men would have found young brides now, and you, at the age of 18 would be seen as too old. The two of you stand in awkward silence for a while as he flips through his letters. 

“Someone is making residence in the manor beyond the brook.” he tells you, licking his finger to separate two pieces of paper from each other. 

“Really?” you ask. “I hope it’s a family, I would love a friend so close!”

“It’s a single man, according to the Park family, they are acquaintances with him in London.”

“London!?” you exclaim, you had been disappointed by the lack of friends the move in would bring but a new excitement had begun with the aspect of the man being from London. You had so many questions about the place. It was another world to you. “When does he move in?”

“You must not bombard him with your incessant questions.” he complains, wiggling a finger at you without looking up at you.

“I only wish to make him a cake, or maybe some biscuits” you admit, trying to lace honesty into your voice.

Your father sighs, putting down his papers and turning to you. “The 10th”

“But father, that is today!” you think he’s playing with you. “Don’t be mean”

“Read the letter if you do not believe your own father.”

The letter did in fact say the 10th. You’re almost jumping on your feet, but that would be impolite so instead you pull the letter, signed by the park jimin your father had always spoken about to your chest. “What great news” you say, trying to hide the excitement in your voice. “If you don’t mind, father, I will begin to make biscuits for him now”

“Do as you please” he replies, not really listening, still flicking through the pages in front of him. Curtsying you leave the room, the letter balled up in your fist. You make a bee-line for the kitchen, you’d get Annie to put the oven on straight away.

*** 

Taehyung had been hesitant to move back to the country. When his father had died 4 years ago he’d left his childhood home in his inheritance. Taehyung had decided that after so long it was time to return home after nearly 10 years in London. Home was a loose term. The manor had been miss kept, the garden overgrown, the surfaces dusty. Upon his early morning entrance to the house he had been ushered in by an elderly maid, Victoria was her name, he only vaguely remembered her. Apparently, he'd been paying her a monthly wage to maintain the place since his father had died. She hadn't been doing a too-great job. Though he was grateful that the house wasn't entirely empty when he arrived. Victoria had made him tea, lit his fire and explained to him that she was happy someone was living in the house again. She left, explaining she lived in the town across and had a family now. He granted her a smile as she went.

With the door locked shut and Victoria gone the only sound the house offered was the low snapping and crackling of the flames. It was so different to London, there was always something going on, someone coming to visit him, a servant cleaning or, even in the silent moments, the sound of the street at the end of his carriage-way. He missed it already. 

Yet the quiet of the house offered an odd privacy and an odd tranquility that he had missed. It dawned on him that he could do anything here and the only witness would be the flames of this fire and the wildflowers that had overtaken the garden. It gave him a sense of freedom.

Leaning back in his chair, cup of tea in one hand the other lying across his thigh. He relaxed in the blissful, slightly creepy, silence until the door knocked. He sighs. Maybe he wasn't as isolated as he thought. Nearly forgetting that no one is here to open the door for him as he had been so used to in London he quickly shoots from his chair. For a moment he struggled to open the front door, Victoria had locked him in it seemed. 

"Give me a moment!" he shouts, hoping his visitor hasn't already left.

He finds a key hanging from one of the plant pots. What an odd place. The door unlocks with relative ease and as he pulls it open he peeks his head around the door.

A teenager. He has opened the door to an unaccompanied female teenager who seems to have a box of biscuits. "Good Evening" she curtsies, the too small corset she's wearing almost over spilling her breasts. He gulps. "I live in the manor across the brook" she explains to him, he can hear the unease in her voice. The naivety and innocence. "I brought you biscuits."

She extends the box to him at arms length, squeezing her breasts together in the process. Was she doing this on purpose? "Thank you," he smiles, taking the box from her. "Would you like to come in?" When she nods he pulls the door open entirely, displaying the very dusty entryway. "Do excuse the disorder, as you can imagine it hasn't been well looked after" 

"I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't said" she admits, purposely keeping her eyes away from the dust. He appreciates the small action. She scans the reception hall, obviously waiting for him to lead her through to a social area. "My name is Y/N" she tells him as he leads her into the living area. When he doesn’t immediately reply she asks, "Would it be impolite to ask yours?"

She's oddly quiet, he probably wouldn't have heard her voice if he were in the hustle of London "Taehyung" he replies. "My father used to own this manor. He died four years ago, would you have known him?" 

"I would have been 14 then, with little consideration of what was going on around me" Y/N replies. "I am sorry for your loss"

She was 18. Many questions filled his head. "Is your father a respectable man?" He asks her. "Is that whom you live with?"

"Oh, yes, as respectable as yours once was I should imagine" she replies, he turns to look at her, a little blush covers her cheeks.

"Then you would have been in London for the season this year" he asks, wondering if he had ever crossed paths with her.

"I have never been to London," she replies. "Though, I have heard it is exquisite."

An Eighteen year-old who has never seen London. "Then you must have an arranged marriage with a local man. I hope that is going well for you"

There is a pause between his statement and her reply. "My father does not have time to threat over my marital arrangements"

He is shocked, he had not heard of such a scandalous thing in his life. He feels sorry for her. Puzzled, he leads her into the living room where she gently sits down on a sofa he desperately hopes is not dusty. When no little particles rise to meet the sun he assumes he is safe. "I assume you'd like one of these biscuits" he asks her, turning around to place them on the small, delicately decorated table. When he turned around she'd moved, as quietly as a mouse, to the fireplace. Her dress was so close to the flames. Y/N's attention does not seem to be upon the fire though but more towards the painting placed above him. 

"This is not an appropriate place for such a lovely painting." she turns to him. Instinctively he walks up beside her, looking at the painting. "The heat will ruin the watercolour" 

There's a pout on her lips, this was obviously something she was very passionate about. "This is Thomas Girtin" she comments, reaching out and ghosting the frame of the painting with her fingers, above her finger is the signature of this Thomas Girtin. "It is a rare and expensive piece."

Taehyung is no longer staring at the painting but rather at her. He was surprised at her confidence to come into a strangers house and advise them on both the placement of their paintings and the stupidly of it. He smirks. "I'll have it moved at soon as possible, Miss Y/N. I am sure it will look a lot nicer in your premises"

"No, sir" she exclaims, stepping back from the painting and turning to look at him. "That is not what my intentions were when telling you about this piece."

"Perhaps it will persuade you to bring me more of those biscuits," Taehyung replies. He thought of his moment on the chair earlier, when he had the small epiphany of the freedom this house would bring him, how he could get away with anything. He places a hand on the small of her back and leads her back towards the front door. Grabbing two biscuits on his way past and passing one to her. With the hand on her back, she seems to have silenced a bit. "It's nearly dark, I would like to walk you back across the brook." 

"You do too much, Sir. I grew up here. I know quite well my way across the brook" Y/N defends. Taehyung is adamant as he places his boots on, and his overcoat. 

"So did I. I insist" he replies. "I left only 10 years ago, at your age. I'm sure I will find my way back quite safely." She doesn't reply, just stands in front of him with her arms crossed. "If you'd had a season in London you'd know well this is what a true gentleman is supposed to do." 

She blushes at the mention of a season in London. It only gives Taehyung an inflated feeling of power. It is clear that this young woman had no idea how to navigate herself around men, or perhaps other humans. She was as isolated as he was when he had lived in this place. He felt an unwelcome feeling of wanting to show her everything.

*** 

Taehyung had, clearly, known his way around the grounds of both his and your land. As he left you at the bottom of the steps to your mansion, offering you a little smile and a wave as you climbed the steps, he had mentioned something about the biscuits running out soon, his maid had family and once he had shared with them, he'd need more in at least two days' time. You reached the top, turning to see if he'd moved away, he had not. He bows and you curtsy before you slip into the warmth of your home.

As soon as you close the door you place your back against it, as if to block him out. That was not what you had imagined him to look like, you had expected a man in his early forties, perhaps a similar age to your father. You had not expected a young man, a man who's waistcoat fit snugly around his figure, a man who had beautiful fluffy hair. With eyes as dark as the chocolate you so rarely had. Your heart had been beating too fast the whole time you were there, that's what happened to all the women in the books you read when they loved someone, but surely that was over dramatic? Too soon? You wished you had someone to ask but it was just you and your father here now and you doubted he had the answer to this. 

The real problem did not lie in your beating heart, nor in the new strange emotion you felt but rather in the fact that when he had asked you if you'd bring more biscuits, you'd said you could bring some the very next day. And after all of that, you hadn't asked him a single question about London. Sighing, you make sure your door is locked before heading up to your chamber. The rest of the house is dead quiet, you can’t bring yourself to care anyways. You didn’t particularly want to see your father. You'd get up early in the morning and make more biscuits.

***

When Taehyung woke up the next morning he realised two things.

that it would be rude of him to not go introduce himself to Y/N's father, they were neighbors now after all.

that he had some very interesting dreams last night and the majority of them involved Y/N. He had woken up with a very prominent erection. He would need to see her again and soon.

He sat up in bed, having disregarded the bedclothes last night. He was alone, it wasn't like there was a risk of being indecent, plus he'd needed to touch himself. Taehyung could see his reflection in the mirror opposite the bed. Whilst looking at himself he wonders if she'd be able to handle the size of him. He places his hand around his dick, dragging it up and down in a loose grip- pretending his hand is Y/N. He assumes she is a virgin - only tightening his grip with this thought. He tries to imagine how she'd sound, but that's something he won't be able to tell until the moment comes, he would make that moment happen, he'd do anything to insure it. What would he have to do, and to what extent, to make Y/N his? The movement of his hand along his dick is almost painful now. Balls tightening more and more with every thrust his hips make into his hand. He cums, shooting white liquid up his stomach. It runs through the valley of his abdominal muscles like a river between two mountains. He would never look at Y/N the same again. In less than an hour he would be introducing himself to her father with the traces of his cum on his stomach the thought of it oddly turned him on. Instead, he headed for the bathroom where he would wash it off. There were times for such things and they weren't for when he was introducing himself to an elder.

***  

An hour after you'd baked the biscuits you were standing in your chamber, paintbrush between your teeth, painting a figure into one of your old landscape photos of the house across the brook. You hated to admit that the figure was Taehyung, but it only made sense, you hadn't stopped thinking of him.

You step back from the painting, wondering what it was that was missing exactly. There was Taehyung in his blue overcoat as he had been yesterday. It doesn’t seem enough. You can hardly tell it's him in the picture but if you had studied his figure, as you had plenty of times in the hour you had with him, you would know it was him.

There's a knocking at the door downstairs, it echoes around the whole mansion like the chiming of bells. Climbing over the pots and brushes you have thrown across your room, you hang your head from the open window. From this angle you can't see the front door but you can see the carriage drive. It's empty. Who would visit who didn't have a carriage?

Not caring much about your paint splattered dress you step from your room. Vaguely aware of the paint on your face, you choose to ignore it as you race down the stairs. At the door is your father, who is just opening it as you make it to the landing. However you're much more interested in what's behind the door. Your father obviously doesn't connect the dots as he sees the young man standing at the top of your steps. You, however, become much more worried about the current state of your appearance. "Good morning sir, I'm Kim Taehyung" 

Your father stares at him blankly as Taehyung offers his hand to shake. "The new gentleman across the brook?" He asks. Nodding Taehyung smiles at your father, perfectly white teeth on show. From where you're standing he can't seem to see you. You debate running back upstairs before your father lets him in. But you're too late, your father's shaking his hand and pulling him through the door at the same time. There's no hiding now. "My God Y/N!" your father exclaims at seeing you. "I told you not to wear such disgraceful garments out of your room! you'll have to excuse her" he turns to Taehyung, "she's not very well socialised."

You blush, Taehyung must notice you backing away. "It's really not a worry sir, I am already acquaintances with your daughter, she brought me biscuits yesterday evening, I suppose under your instructions"

If your father was to take credit for your ideas, you would have cried, instead your father explodes "I did not advise such an act! I apologise for her rogue mannerisms." You knew he had not been listening to you yesterday. As the pair walk past the bottom of the stairs, therefore past you, Taehyung rolls his eyes and then winks at you. 

"I very much enjoyed the biscuits" he announces, it's a response to your father, but he's looking at you as he says it. Tickling erupts on the inside of your stomach. You place a hand on it, having never felt this feeling before. Taehyung watches your hand as it lands on your abdomen. You don't understand why but he's smirking as he follows your father into the study. It dawns upon you that you do not have a great understanding of the outside world nor the feelings that Taehyung has brung with it. The two men disappear behind the study door, and you run over to place your ear to the key-hole.

“Does she paint?” he asks your father, why this isn’t a question he can just ask you is unbeknownst to you.

“I believe so” your father mumbles, the topic of his daughter seems to put him in a foul mood.

“You believe so?” Taehyung sounds upset, as if the response he had received wasn’t enough.

“There becomes a stage in a man's life when he stops caring about the women around him. He stops caring about silly things like paintings. You understand me don’t you.”

“I don’t believe I do, sir,” Taehyung replies. There's a harshness to his voice you had yet to have heard. You bring a hand up to cover the huff of surprise your mouth admits. If you were to talk back to your father like that you’d be slapped and denied food for a day. When your father doesn’t reply Taehyung continues. “I would like to view her paintings if you would permit it.”

“Of course,” Your father replies, annoyed. Then he asks Taehyung a question using so many business words you give up trying to listen to their conversation and focus more, or panic more, on the fact Taehyung was coming to view your paintings. There seems to be no other option than to sprint up the stairs and at least try to tidy it up a little. 

You’re in the middle of stuffing an old awful painting under your bed when the door knocks. “Give me a moment father and I’ll be out!” you shout, trying to be oblivious after eavesdropping.

“It’s Taehyung,” he replies. “May I come in”

You pause before answering. You could probably tell him to go away and he would. “Oh! Come in!” You’re up from under your bed now. Currently the main painting on display was the one with him in, you figured that he wouldn’t have looked in a mirror long enough to tell that it was his figure anyway. It was still slightly embarrassing. The door knob twisted and he filled the doorway with his figure.

“This is your chamber and workroom?!” was the first thing he asked, you blush, embarrassed both with the fact he was in the only place you stood naked each night, and that he was judging your way of life.

“It’s not ideal.” you reply, deciding to go for the truth. “I tried painting in the parlor but father was not best pleased.”

He nods his head but doesn’t reply to you, beginning to walk around your room of paintings. Wildflowers. Your father at his desk. A deer in snow. The view of the fields beyond from your window. You're shaking. Stopping at the painting you were most dreading, he tilts his head.

“Are they...” he pauses and his lip curves to the side, “kissing?”

"Um" you begin. "Is it off?" no longer caring that it's him and more concerned with your painting. "Her neck is at the wrong angle isn't it!" you exclaim, you're next to him now contemplating the painting together, as you had done with the portrait over his fireplace. This had been one of your very first paintings of people, you’d read from a men's guide to kissing that you had brought from one of the second hand stores in the town. It was the best you could do, you’d never seen two people kiss before. 

Taehyung moves on from that painting to the next, your most recent painting, the one with him in it. You daren’t look at him to see his reaction, instead you wipe a little paint off the bottom of the frame, hoping to distract him from, well, himself.

“I like this one” he smiles, “though I think it's missing something”

You’re too scared to reply to him so instead you just nod your head. It’s funny how he thought the same as you. “You capture the house really well, and the blue of my coat.”

Hands shaking you go to apologise to him. It wasn’t fair of you to paint him without his permission, but he’s moving back to the kissing scene again. Following behind him like a shadow you both end up staring at the painting. You’re aware of him looking at you from the corner of his eye. Your breath catches in your throat. Down the stairs you can hear your father moving about in his study. The rest of the house seems to be in an anxious science, holding its breath, as if it expects something to happen. Do you expect something to happen? He fully turns to you, his focus no longer on the painting, placing one of his hands on your shoulder. Your body freezes, though warmth spreads down your arm and into your body where his hand touches your dress. “Taehyung?” you're aware that your voice sounds so quiet in the greatness of the room. 

He pushes your shoulder slightly so you’re facing him. The whole room blurs and it's only him that you can see. He's like an angel sent from God, his bright light blinds you. “I could show you, Y/N”

Show you what? There's so much in this world that you want to see, want to experience. “Show me what?” you ask him, your brain is too innocent, too behind to pick up on what Taehyung really means. 

“How to kiss, then after that” he pauses, looking at his small figure in the picture behind you. “I could show you anything” lessening the grip he has on your shoulders. You feel no pressure in your answer, you could say no, he’s so close to you. 

“I’d like that” you reply, your mouth staying slightly agape at the eagerness in your tone, you hadn’t realised you were so keen. Smiling, Taehyung brings his thumb up to his mouth, he runs it between his lips, as if to wet them with his spit, then he’s bringing it to your face. This wasn’t how you imagined a kiss to be and, instinctively, step back. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, this isn’t a kiss, I am wiping paint off your cheek” his thumb makes contact with your skin and a blush rushes up to your cheeks. Why were you so responsive to his touch? “I won’t kiss you today”

Your lip sticks out in immediate disappointment, “I want you to think on it more” he admits. “You only get one first kiss.” 

“How long do I have to think about it?” you ask, you were hit by the insufferable feeling of being so naïve, so behind where you should be in the experience of your life, that it was embarrassing. You’re sure a kiss will solve this. You’re sure Taehyung will solve this.

“Tomorrow” he has removed his thumb from your cheek now, but his other hand is caressing your face. He runs slow circles between your eye and your hair and, nature guiding you, you lean into his touch further. This, you realise, is what intimacy was. You had once read the definition in a dictionary

close familiarity or friendship.

When you had first read it, you had realised that you had never had any intimacy with anyone. It was as foreign to you as flying was to a dog, or walking was to a baby. Your eyes are wide in shock, your legs only just holding your weight up. Taehyung is smiling at you softly when he removes his hand. Your body is as attached to this area of your floor as a tree to soil. “I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow” he steps over a paint brush and pot, you want to stop him but your tongue has been stolen from you. He’s at your door now, pulling it shut behind him. He’s hidden behind the near closed door when he softly says “I’ll show you everything, Y/N”

Then he’s gone. 

You hear the front door shut. 

Without his biscuits. 

thank you for reading!

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Dancing With A Wolf | KTH

Pairing: Taehyung x (f)reader 

Genre: smut, angst

AU: exes!au

Wordcount: 7.2k

Summary: Your best friend, Hannah, drags you to the club on Valentine’s Day to show off how well and better off you’re doing after your breakup with Taehyung. Except you haven’t seen him in a year and, unfortunately, he still has a hold over you. 

Warnings: Language, drinking, Tae’s a bit toxic, oral (f receiving). 

Rating: M/18+

AN: This is part of The Heartbroken Society Collab! Thank you to @playmetheclassics for betaing/editing/being amazing. Banner and divider by the babes @classicscreations Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! Remember you’re amazing and loved, and if you don’t have a valentine, but want one, I’ll gladly be yours. Come get your kisses and hugs. 💜

and yes the title is off All Time Low's Dancing With A Wolf

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“You look hot.” 

“For once, I think I’m going to agree with you.” You turn around, head turning back to look at your backside in the mirror. The black bodycon dress stops mere inches below your ass. You will not be sitting tonight. 

“No, but really,” your best friend, Hannah, sits on your bed, openly gawking at your body. “This is a perfect revenge dress. Princess Diana, who?” 

You smirk, running your hands against the sides of the dress before running along the parts of your body you’ve grown to like more and more recently. 

You did a lot of learning how to love yourself recently after your breakup with Taehyung. It wasn’t ever that he made you feel like you weren’t attractive. You just felt invisible sometimes next to him. Like you had to stand just out of the spotlight to let him shine. 

Now that you had your own spotlight, you could be who you wanted. You gained more confidence in your body and you as a person. You learned to make decisions for yourself, learning to say no when you don’t want to do something and not feel guilty after. 

You moved in with your best friend, who was thrilled at the idea of repeating your college dorm life. You got a job promotion, and everything just seemed to be working out for you. 

Except your heart was still cracked in a few places from Taehyung. 

You head to your dresser, putting some earrings in before grabbing two necklaces and holding them up to Hannah.

“Doubt he’ll care, though. Isn’t he bringing whatshername?” 

“Nara? He dumped her.” She points at the necklace on the right. You toss the left one back on the dresser to put the winning one on. “But Jimin said he is still bringing someone. I don't know  who. Probably a girl he met at work a few hours ago.” 

You ignore the snide comment about your ex, your silly curiosity getting the best of you. 

“Wait. Why’d he dump her? Judging from Instagram, they were all about each other.” You grimace at your own words, instead grabbing a bunch of rings and putting them on the bed for Hannah to help choose from. 

“Were you stalking his socials?” Hannah’s eyebrows raise at your accidental confession. 

“…once or twice.” 

“y/n! No! Bad! You’re not supposed to do that!” 

“Well, I’m sorry! We were together for four years! Am I just supposed to forget and move on?”

“YES!”

“Then why the revenge dress?! This makes no sense, Hannah!”

“I…good point.” She crosses her arms, trying to bullshit a reason. After a second, her arms uncross, and she picks up three rings, putting them on your fingers and moving them around before deciding a final placement. 

“Listen, y/n. He ended the relationship with you, right?”

You nod. 

“And before that, he was a shitty boyfriend, right?”

You’re hesitant to nod. 

“Right?” Her tone changes, and you nod, not wanting to argue. 

“The way I see it, you have every right to move the fuck on and be a better you. He’s an idiot for ending things. He’s an idiot for not treating you right. Going to this Valentine’s Day party is just to show him that you’re better off without him.”

“I guess…”

“No. Not I guess. Fucking own it, babe. You’re hot. You have a better-paying position at work. You don’t tolerate bullshit anymore. I love this version of you. If you had a dick, I’d suck it right now.”

“Good lord, your mouth spews such nonsense sometimes.” 

“Admit it. You love it. And you’d let me suck your dick.” 

You glare at her as she cackles, laying back on your bed. 

“You should get laid tonight. Just a good rebound fuck, nothing serious. Let some random guy worship that killer body.” 

“Hannah, I haven’t had a one-night stand since college. And all I know now is Taehyung. I don’t even know how to flirt anymore!” You grab your shoes, some very tall stilettos that you know will make your feet hurt tomorrow but do wonders for your legs and ass. 

“Wait. Has flirting changed since college? Do people still offer to buy drinks? If someone offers to buy me one, is there a price limit? Because if someone buys my alcohol, I want the good shit. Like, give me the good whiskey. None of that cheap bullshit.”

“y/n. Baby. Calm down.” She laughs, standing in front of you once your shoes are on and grabs your arms.

“Flirting has not changed. Men are still horrible with pickup lines. There’s no price limit on drinks. If there is, they’re stingy and not worth it. A good fuck won’t give a shit about the price because they only care about only one thing.” 

“Good conversation about politics, environmentalism, and how unethical major corporations are?” You smile as if that’s the correct answer, loving the glare she gives you. 

“No, you dingus. They care about shoving their cock so deep in your pussy that you call him daddy.” 

“I don’t see how that results in me calling him daddy.”

She drops her arms and lowers her head in defeat. 

“I don’t know how Taehyung ever dealt with your brattiness, but damn I hope you find someone who can tonight because lord knows I can’t.” She shakes her head, walking out of your room. 

“But I thought you wanted to suck my dick!” You shout from your spot, a grin plastered on your face. 

“Not anymore! You talk too much! Don’t do that at the party!” She shouts back in annoyance. You look back in the mirror, admiring your entire outfit and smile. 

Fuck it. 

You look great, and free alcohol is excellent. 

You deserve to get fucked tonight. 

You grab your coat and rush out the door with your best friend. 

The club is packed tonight. People filling up every inch of the place. You’re almost positive it’s over capacity. You walk with Hannah, hand in hand, past the line of waiting patrons and head straight to the front door. You can feel the glares at you both, but ignore them when Hannah greets the security guard.

“Helllooooo, Namjoon. How’s work tonight?”

“Miserable.” He replies, stoneface.

“How many couples breaking up have you seen so far?” You ask, knowing that watching drama unfold is secretly his favorite part of his job. 

“Four.” He replies sheepishly and you both grin. 

“Any juicy details?” Hannah leans forward, ready for the gossip, but Namjoon shakes his head. 

“Later. Did Yoongi put you two on the list?” He asks, not expecting an answer as he pulls a clipboard from behind a little podium. His eyes run up and down the sheet before flipping it over. 

“There you are. Alright, you two can head in.” 

The two of you grin wide, skipping past Namjoon when he unhooks the velvet rope to let you in. You hear the faint complaints from the patrons in line, but it’s quickly covered by the sound of the music inside, the thumping bass feeling like it’s inside you. You love it and hate it. 

Hannah drags you to the bar, where you two find Jungkook tending to customers. 

“JK!!!” You both yell, grabbing his attention from the girl at the end of the bar with a very low-cut crop top. He’s almost annoyed until he sees the two of you, promptly excusing himself from a potential hookup to come to the other side of the bar. 

“Hey, beautiful.” He grins at Hannah before turning to you, wide eyes wandering up and down your body. “And hello. Who are you, and what have you done with y/n?” 

“I feel like I should be offended.” You narrow your eyes at him, and he beams. 

“Absolutely not. This y/n is sexy as hell. I love it.” 

“Well, thank you. Don’t expect her to stay for long though, this y/n is too much effort.” You say, placing your jacket on one of the stools before sitting down at the same time as Hannah. 

You love Jungkook. You’ve known him as long as you’ve known Hannah. The three of you clicked instantly in college and have been inseparable since. He’s one of the sweetest guys you’ve ever met. If it wasn’t for Taehyung walking into the school library and talking to you for the first time, you could have seen a time where you would’ve asked Jungkook out. 

“Well. I feel honored to see it tonight. So what will it be, ladies? The first one’s on me in honor of Valentine’s Day.” 

You and Hannah share a look before looking back at Jungkook, twin wicked grins directed at him. 

“You want the good whiskey, don’t you?”

“You offered, Kookie.” You shrug, Hannah smirking next to you.

“Aish, shouldn’t have said that. Okay. But only because it’s Valentine’s Day, and you’re dressed like a fucking sin.” 

“Thank you, JK. We looooove you.” You say it unison, laughing when he walks away to get good stuff. 

“I’ll help him get that girl he was talking to as a thank you,” Hannah whispers in your ear and you ignore the weird sting near your heart. 

She hops down from her seat, finding her way behind the bar to shove her coat and wallet into a cubby underneath. She extends her hand out to you, ignoring your pout as you stand up and hand the pretend seat cover back to her. 

“We’re gonna be dancing. No need for sitting tonight, babes.”

“You mean you’ll be dancing. I’ll be watching from the bar.”

“Nuh-uh. We’re gonna find you someone to fuck you senseless. Can’t do that at the bar. You do that on the dance floor.”

You’re about to continue complaining when Jungkook reappears with the bottle of whiskey he has hidden specifically for you both.

“Ya! Out! Unless you wanna help work the bar.” Jungkook’s voice almost sounds threatening, but he’s got his adorable bunny smile with the scrunched up nose ruining any threatening look. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m going. Love the organization down there, by the way. Is that you or Yoongi?”

He doesn’t reply, glaring at Hannah as he lightly pushes her out of the bar area. 

“Hey! Be nice! I was gonna help with the girl you were flirting with.”

“I wasn’t flirting. I was complimenting her eyeshadow.” He says it a little quieter as he pours the whiskey on ice, handing the two glasses to you both. 

You and Hannah both snicker and take a sip of your drink, loving the smooth burn it leaves in your throat. 

“Sure, buddy. Her eyeshadow.” Hannah jests, dropping the teasing to drink her drink as well. 

“How long until your boyfriend shows up, takes you away, and lets me live peacefully?”

“Well, that’s rude.” She sticks her tongue out at him. “I guess I won’t be helping you get the girl with the nice eyeshadow then. Humph.” 

“I guess not.” He smiles down at the glass he’s drying. Hannah searches the room with a small pout. 

“I’m gonna go find Yoongi and see if he left us a space in the VIP area so we can mingle and find you a man there.” She gives you no time to respond before she bounces  away, moving past people like she owns the place. Which, in a way, she does. The perks of being Min Yoongi’s cousin. 

You watch your small best friend bounce through the crowd, turning back to your drink with a laugh as you shift in your heels. 

“Here.”

You look up to see your jacket dangling in front of your face, and you happily take it. 

“Oh, thank god. I regret these damn heels.” You put the jacket back on the seat, maneuvering your way to sit down without flashing the club. “And the dress. But don’t tell Hannah. It’ll devastate her.”

“I won’t tell a soul.” He chuckles, leaning against the bar. “So what’s this about finding you a man? This one of her warped plans again?”

There’s a hint of something in his voice you can’t quite place. You pass it off as the whiskey and shake your head. 

“Taehyung’s coming tonight. This dress is allegedly my Princess Diana revenge dress. And since it’s been over a year since the breakup, and I’ve done nothing about my romantic life—”

“For good reason. You were becoming a better you and being a kickass woman. You had other priorities.”

“Exactly.” You point at him, finger-snapping in the process. “However, to Hannah, that means I’m hiding. So we are using tonight, Valentine’s Day, with lonely singles in our friend’s club to get me fucked.” 

You give a dramatic thumbs-up, as if this was the best idea ever. Which, it might be. You don’t know yet. All you know is you look hot but feel naked and hate it. 

Jungkook laughs, grabbing another glass from the dishwasher below and drying it. 

“Just be safe about it, yeah? Any creep bothers you, and you know what to do.”

“Come to the very attractive and buff bartender and ask for an angel shot.” You recite the instructions like they were hammered into your brain at school when you were a child. 

His eyes narrow at you, “seriously, y/n. This might be fun for you and Hannah. But there are shitty guys out during Valentine’s Day. Please be careful.”

You smile at your friend, who’s always been there to fight your problems when Taehyung wasn’t around. Leaning over the bar, one hand covering your cleavage and making you giggle at the ridiculous outfit, you stick out your other hand, offering your pinky. 

“I promise to be safe. If anything goes wrong, I will come running to you, my knight in shining armor.” 

His pinky wraps around yours, thumbs pressing together to seal the deal, and Jungkook mutters out the phrase good girl before turning to a customer, trying to get his attention. He misses the way your cheeks flush.

Twenty minutes later, you’re still sitting at the bar, now nursing the very strong mixed drink Jungkook made you. Hannah reappears behind you, snaking her arms around your middle and resting her head on your shoulder. 

How is she already tipsy?

“Yoongi saved a section for us. Let’s go.” She giggles, kissing your temple. She lets go of you but takes your hand in hers while getting Jungkook’s attention. 

“Can we have the bottle?” She’s turned on the pouty princess routine, and you can’t help but laugh. 

“You? No. Absolutely not. You’ll drop it. Her?” He points at you, “only her. She isn’t drunk already.”

“‘Mmnot drunk.” 

“Oh, Hannah Banana. Jimin’s not even here yet.” You laugh lightly, moving her hair out of her face. 

“Yes, he is. Or he will be any minute. He said they were about to talk to Namjoon, so we’re meeting in the VIP section. Where I’m taking you. I also found a friend there for you to meet.”

“Found?” Jungkook’s eyebrow ticks up. 

But that’s not what you’re focused on. 

“They?”

Hannah looks confused. 

“Are we saying random words? Chocolate.” 

“He’s actually here?” You knew he was coming. You knew, yet your heart is in your throat, and you want to run away screaming.

“Yes, babes. The whole point of the outfit, remember? Oh, also, the girl’s name is Mandy. Jimin said they’ve gone on two dates and is, and I quote, something else entirely.”

“What does that mean?” You and Jungkook ask in unison. Hannah shrugs. But before she can say anything else, Jimin is right behind her, pulling her by the hips to be flush against him. 

“Sorry I’m late, Han.” He kisses her on the neck, and you’re sure she responds somehow, but you have no idea how or with what because when you turn to face them, your eyes are locked on the tall man with tanned skin and a gorgeous face. 

He’s overdressed as usual in a perfectly tailored red suit that makes him look like he could walk a runway at any given moment or be in every fashion magazine. His hair is honey blonde now and purposefully in a disarray, his bottom lip between his teeth, and his eyes glaring into your soul. 

You watch his eyes drop from your face down your figure and back up a couple of times, eyebrows furrowing with each pass over you. You hate the effect it has on you, the jolt down your spine, the sudden clench around nothing, and the way your skin tingles, goosebumps forming all over. 

His eyes meet yours again, and you have to will yourself to give a polite smile just as the girl attached to his arm jumps in front of him, needing to address herself to the group. 

“Hi! I’m Mandy, Taetae’s girlfriend.”

Your eyebrows lift, lips parting in shock, unsure which to laugh at first. Taetae, the desperate need to have attention or the word girlfriend made Taehyung’s eyes widen.

And just like that, you remember why you’re here in a revenge dress. 

Oh, this should be fun.  

You extend your hand to shake hers, giving the best Oscar winning fake smile as she takes it. 

“Nice to meet you. I’m y/n. How long have you and Taetae been dating?”

You watch her smile falter a little as she shakes your hand. Your eyes glance over to Taehyung, who’s glaring at both of you for two very different reasons. 

“Not long, but…when you know, you know, right?”

Your fake smile turns into a fake laugh, nodding along. 

“Oh yeah. For sure. I’m only asking because I’ve heard literally nothing about you.” 

Her face drops, and you feel bad, but only a little bit. You ignore the small giggle fit from Hannah, mouth covered by Jimin to stop her, and avoid eye contact with everyone except Jungkook. He gives a small smile, sliding the whiskey bottle towards you, and you grab it, standing up and grabbing your coat and purse. 

“Where’s this friend of yours, Hannah?” You ask loud enough for the group to hear while walking away. 

You find the VIP section yourself, seeing Yoongi and a stranger sitting on the semi-circle-shaped  couch. Yoongi pops open a bottle of champagne while the stranger makes small talk, much to Yoongi’s dismay. When he looks back up, he sees you and smiles. 

“There you are! Hannah said she was gonna be right back.” He shouts as he gets up to hug you. When you pull away, his hand takes yours and twirls you around in a circle. 

“Was this all Hannah’s doing?” You nod, pouting slightly. 

“She keeps calling it the revenge dress. I still don’t understand it. But, I just pissed off Taehyung, so that’s fun.”

“Oh, he actually showed up?” He grimaces, and you love it. 

“With his girlfriend, Mandy. Who called him Taetae.” You enjoy Yoongi’s reaction as he curls his lips into his teeth, trying not to laugh. 

“Oh boy.”

“Yup.”

“That explains why you have one of my most expensive bottles of whiskey?”

You clutch the bottle to your chest like a child, glaring at him. 

“Jungkook said it’s mine.” 

“Pretty sure he didn’t pay for it, but okay. I’ll just take it out of his paycheck.”

“Wait, wait, wait! No need to do that!” You grab his arm when he turns away from you.

“Yoongi, can I drown my anger and sorrows in your bottle of whiskey?” You cuddle the bottle, stepping slightly closer to him, turning on your cute pout with the puppy dog eyes he’s never once resisted. “Please?”

“That’s better.” He grins, eyes drifting behind you. “I’m gonna bounce since I think I might punch him for dumping you if he so much as speaks to me, but I’ll see you later, yeah? If he gets too much, come find me.” 

You nod, letting him kiss your forehead before quietly shimmying past the approaching group, ignoring his name being called by Hannah. You don’t even have to turn to face the group to know Taehyung’s eyes are on you. You can feel them, feel the anger radiating from his body. You ignore it, sitting down next to the stranger, and quickly whispering in his ear. 

“Quick. What’s your name?”

“Huh? Oh. Uh, Eunwoo.”

“Hi, Eunwoo. I’m y/n. Did Hannah drag you here?”

“The loud girl? Yeah.” 

“That’s her, yep! Listen,” you turn to see the group making their way up the steps to the VIP lounge, turning back to Eunwoo quickly. 

“The tall one in the red suit that is going to be glaring daggers at me the entire night is my ex that dumped me after four years of dating without a reason. Wanna have fun?” You grin at him, sneakily putting your hand out for him to shake. He takes a quick peek behind you to see the man in question walking in after the others start trailing in. 

“Deal. Is there a limit?” 

“Play your cards right, and there won’t be.” You wink, turning back to the group and missing his smug smile. 

Eunwoo sucks.

Taehyung immediately broke him. 

One of Taehyung’s skills that helps him in the business world is his ability to make anyone bend to his will with that stupid attractive boxy grin.

When Taehyung sat across from you, eyes still trained on you with a clenched jaw, you introduced Eunwoo to the group. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and although you visibly flinched, you went along with it. When Jimin asked how you two had met, you admitted you met tonight, but he seemed pretty cool. You finally met Taehyung’s dagger stare, and regretted it immediately. He raised an eyebrow, and you knew it was a threat, glaring back and mouthing the word don’t. 

The stupid boxy grin wins every time. 

You don’t even know what they spoke about, but within five minutes, Taehyung had Eunwoo wrapped around his finger, and it felt like a lost cause. 

Hoseok showed up half an hour later, already drunk, and tried pulling any of you to dance. Hannah and Jimin practically jumped out of the VIP section, and Eunwoo and Mandy joined. You said no, for fear of your dress causing issues. Taehyung also stayed behind.

Fucking hell.

You pull out your phone, mindlessly scrolling through whatever app you had open last, pretending your ex is sitting across from you and staring at you. 

“Why not go dance with your girlfriend?” You finally ask, putting your phone down and taking the cap off the bottle of whiskey, pouring it into your glass, purposefully ignoring Taehyung’s empty one. You tuck the bottle next to you on the couch and take a long sip.

“Why not dance with your boy toy?” 

You smirk. “He’s not my boy toy. I literally met him a minute before you.” You swirl the liquid in the glass, watching the dark colors move around the clear glass being lit up in various colors thanks to the lights in the club.

“Besides, I probably couldn’t dance in this dress or these heels even if I tried,” you mumble, taking another sip that empties the glass.

“It’s a great dress.” your eyes flick up to his, and he dares to give you the boxy grin. 

“That won’t work.”

“What won’t?”

“The grin.”

“What are you talking about?”

You don’t respond, opening the bottle and refilling your glass before closing it and placing it back on the couch. 

“Why not just drink from the bottle?” He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. As he continues to watch you.

“Why not mind your business?” You snark back, finishing the glass. 

He doesn’t respond, watching you for a bit while you look around the club, trying to will him out of existence. 

“You do look great, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you look like this since—”

“Please, shut up, Taehyung. I didn’t ask.” You sigh, shaking your head and continuing to look around. 

“I’m not allowed to compliment you?”

“Nope.” Your lips popped at the end of the word. You give it two seconds, and then you’re standing up, grabbing the bottle and leaving your jacket and phone tucked away in the couch cushions. 

“Your words are worthless.”

You move to walk down the few steps out of the section when Taehyung’s hand grabs your wrist. 

“Y/n, come back.”

“No.” You pull your arm away from him like he was diseased. 

You see him lay his head against the headrest of the couch, letting out a groan as if not sitting back down was the biggest inconvenience to him. But you ignore it, walking out of the VIP section and finding your way back to the bar, hoping to find Jungkook, but instead greeted by Seokjin.

“Hey, y/– Well, that’s an outfit.”

“Thanks,” you grumble out as politely as you can. You’re getting tired of the outfit comments. You want to go home and get in the baggiest clothing you own and curl up on the couch with a large pizza and Netflix. Preferably with your Netflix buddy who is not at the goddamn bar.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“He’s on break. He’ll be back in fifteen.” 

Fuck, you mumble as you hand the bottle to Seokjin. “Can you take this and put it in the bottom cubby on the other side of the bar, please.”

“Isn’t this ours?” He turns the bottle in his hand. You glare at him, a small pout forming.

“Yoongi gave it to me.” Seokjin nods his head, not willing to argue back and puts it where you told him. 

You want to sit down, but you left your jacket on the couch, so now you’re stuck standing for fifteen minutes until Jungkook comes back. Seokjin brings you a glass of water at your request, and you try to drink it slowly. You decide to people-watch, eyes skimming over the crowd to find someone and make up a story about them in your head. That should pass the time.

Except you can’t because the second you get settled on someone, Taehyung leans against the bar facing you. 

“Go away, Taehyung.” You warn, but he ignores you. 

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“Why do you care?”

“Why wouldn’t I care?”

You open your mouth, ready to rip him to shreds when your eye catches something better. 

“Figure you should care more about your sweet girlfriend making out with Hobi while Eunwoo has his thigh between her legs.” 

His eyes follow yours to the three of them on the dancefloor, acting as if they were all alone. You watch his face flash from hurt to annoyance to like it didn’t even matter. He shrugs, turning his attention back to you.

“I guess I’m single again.”

“Mmm…Bet you love that. Congrats.” you roll your eyes as you take another sip of the whiskey.

“She was a bit too needy.” 

“Right. You’d rather them be submissive in a little corner and out of your peripheral vision for a few years, leaving them confused and hurt until you decide to just dump them randomly over a fucking text message when they finally ask if you two can talk to figure out what the fuck is going on.”

“What?” 

“What do you mean, what? Does that not ring any fucking bells?”

“I ended things because you were distant, because you–”

“Distant? I was distant because you would have a fucking temper tantrum every time I tried to talk to you! You’d call me needy and say I was pissing you off to your coworkers. So I stopped because I felt like I was annoying and you didn’t want me anymore.”

“That’s because I was always busy working when you’d try to talk.”

“When have I ever tried to interrupt your work or whatever you had going on that day to get you to pay attention to me? Give me one fucking example, Taehyung, because I guarantee I made sure to never bother you when you were working.”

“Maybe if you did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation." 

What’s that mean?

You push his comment out of your mind, take a big drink of water, and go back to watching the crowd. You find Hoseok again, but with a different girl, tongue shoved down her throat while his hands grope her all over. 

“At least Hobi's getting some. He hasn’t in a while.” You mumble, mostly to yourself. 

“When’s the last time you did?” You turn to him in shock, almost spitting out your water. 

“Fucking excuse me? That’s none of your business.” 

The bastard smirks. 

“Mmmm. So not recently. And judging from the heavy amount of snark, it’s been a good while.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You turn back towards the bar, face flushed in anger and embarrassment. Taehyung laughs, smacking the bar counter. 

“Oh, my god. It wasn’t me, was it? Was I your last fuck?” You say nothing, he tuts, shaking his head. “That’s a travesty, y/n.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” he pauses when you turn back. “Do you at least masturbate?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Why are you depriving yourself of pleasure?! Did I teach you nothing?”

“What would you have taught me? You were never there.” You roll your eyes, a smile forming around your glass when he becomes speechless. 

“Well maybe later in the relationship, but early on I’d have you begging and crying.” 

“Not anymore, thank god.”

“I’m sure I could get you the—”

“y/n!” You look up to see Jungkook making his way back behind the bar and watch as his smile drops at the sign of Taehyung. 

“Oh, hey Taehyung. How’s it going?” He tries turning his fun bartender personality on for your ex, who just stares at him in return. 

“It’s going. Was just catching up with y/n.”

“Ah…” your eyes meet Jungkook’s, and you roll them, making him smile. 

Taehyung did not like that. 

“Yeah, she was just telling me how she hasn’t gotten any since she was with me,” he chuckles before continuing, “And I’m just so confused, Jungkook. Because it’s been over a year, right? So why haven’t you made your move yet?”

“What?”

“Excuse me?” 

You both speak at the same time, Jungkook hard glaring at Taehyung, your eyes flicking between the two.

“Taehyung, please just fuck off.” You plead, grabbing his arm. 

“No, no, no. I’m way too curious to hear the answer to this.” His eyes stay on Jungkook, whose cheeks are flushed even under the horrible club lighting the moment your eyes turn back to him, secretly curious as well. 

“Do you want me to get Yoongi, y/n?” He looks back at you. Jaw clenched, eyes begging you to say yes. 

You want to. But you don’t want to cause drama. Sure, it sounded like Yoongi was kidding about punching Taehyung, but you know he would in a heartbeat with the right excuse. 

This was all a bad idea. The dress. Hannah’s stupid idea of hooking up with someone. Being snarky to Mindy. The alcohol. Speaking to Taehyung. It was all a bad idea. You should’ve stayed home and watched some lighthearted sitcom while eating pizza and ice cream. 

You sigh, leaning away from the bar and letting go of Taehyung’s arm. 

“No, I think I’m just going to go home. Let Hannah know, please?” 

“You’re not going home alone, y/n.” They both speak, turning to glare at one another. You shake your head, losing patience. 

“At least let me see if Yoongi will let me leave early. I’m sure he can cover the bar.” You close your eyes, nodding. 

“Fine. I’m going to go to the bathroom and get my stuff. I’ll meet you at the front.” Jungkook agrees, bolting from the bar to find Yoongi. 

You turn to leave, a hand grabbing your wrist again, his thumb gently rubbing against your pulse point.  

“You’re just gonna leave? Just like that? Shouldn’t we talk?”

You glare at him, angry at the way your heart tightens at the puppy eyes he gives you. You know they’re fake and yet you feel that pull to give him a chance. It’s the slightly harder rub of his thumb against your wrist that snaps you out of it. 

“There’s nothing to talk about, Taehyung. Goodbye.”

You tug your wrist away harshly, storming away from him and toward the bathroom. 

You thank any and every god or deity to ever exist when you find the bathroom shockingly empty. You lean over the sick, hands gripping the sides as you try to calm down. You don’t know if you want to scream in anger or cry because you know your heart is still healing from the hole he left. 

This whole night was a mistake. Yes, you were in a better position in life. But you have absolutely no control over yourself when it comes to Taehyung. You’re irrational, angry, and petty, and your sarcasm level has skyrocketed. You hate it. 

Your eyes close when you hear the door open, hoping they’ll just assume you drank too much and leave you alone. 

They snap open when you hear the door lock. And there he is. Again. 

“Taehyung, please. I don’t want to do this. Just leave me alone.” 

“No.” He leans against the locked door while you lean against the counter. 

“Please. I’m tired, I want nothing to do with y—”

“I miss you.” 

Dead silence except for the thumping of the bass from the music in the club. 

His eyes switch from a dangerous gaze to what looks like sincerity. 

“No, you don’t.”

He pushes himself off the door, pinning you to the counter. This man loves being in your personal space, and you hate the way your body betrays you in favor of him.

“I do. And we both know you miss me.” He whispers, a hand coming up to curl a strand of hair framing your face around his finger. His other hand is on the counter in between yours and your ass pressed against the counter. 

“I don’t.”

“Why else would you be avoiding me like this, hmm?” A finger trails down from your ear, across your jawline, and to your chin, lifting up to meet his gaze. 

“I’m avoiding you because you hurt me, Taehyung. You broke my heart and made me feel worthless.”

“Then let me fix it, baby. Please?” His lips form into a pout, forehead resting against yours before he leans in more to kiss your jawline. 

“Let me help put my baby back together. Make her whole again.” He whispers it in your ear, and you feel your resolve breaking. 

Don’t you dare, y/n. 

“No, Tae. Stop.” Your hands come up to push him away, but he pulls back, a genuine smile on his face. 

But is it genuine? Or is he that good at faking it?

“You haven’t called me Tae in years.” He actually looks like he’ll cry. “I’ve missed that so fucking much, baby.”

“I hate you.” You seethe, tears piercing your eyes. You’re no longer pushing him away, hands gripping the lapels of his suit. 

“Good. Hate me. Hurt me. As long as you feel something for me, and only me.” He whispers back, capturing your lips with his. 

You hate how weak you get from his lips. How easily you let him use his hand to tilt your head so he can deepen the kiss when you gasp from the shock.

You hate the burning on your skin where his other hand finds your hip, squeezing hard.

You hate that the stilettos make you just tall enough that your ass rests just above the counter. And all Taehyung has to do to get you to sit on it is push you back further, the hand on your neck finding your other hip so he can easily lift you up. Your legs spread naturally for him to stand in between, the tight dress riding up high enough that you can feel the cool counter on your thighs.

His hands travel all over your body, lips trailing down your jaw to your neck. You can feel his growing erections rutting against you.

He’s winning.

And you hate that. 

Hate him.

Your hands find their way to his hair, roughly pulling his lips off you until you’re face to face again. His lips, his goddamn lips, are wet and parted, with his tongue just barely sticking out. His eyes are sleepy but daring, and you’re still angry.

“Knees.” is all you say, secretly enjoying his confusion as you shove his head down as slowly gets to his knees. You scoot yourself closer to the edge, letting him roll your dress up over your hips to settle on your waist. You lift your hips off the counter for him to remove your underwear, grabbing it from him before he could put it in his pocket like he used to. 

With a hand still tangled in his hair, you roughly guide his mouth to your dripping center, settling your thighs on his shoulders to keep him close. Your head falls back, lightly hitting the mirror behind you when his tongue licks straight up your folds, his lips wrap around your clit, sucking softly. 

“Fuck. Tae, more.” You whine, pulling his face closer while bucking your hips up against him to cause more friction. You feel his lips curve into a smile as he lets out a growl. 

One of his hands grips your thigh, while the other shoves your other leg off his shoulder, instead pushing it further to the side. He gives you no time to register what’s happening until there are  suddenly two of his impressively long fingers curling inside you. You let out a strangled moan as he fucks you with no mercy with his fingers, eventually adding a third, all while his sucks on your clit get harsher and harsher. 

It feels fucking amazing, especially after not having anyone go down on you in over a year, and you’re already so close. But you refuse to give in to him so easily. 

“I said more.” You groan, yelping when he drags you almost off the counter to completely devour you. 

Fuck, he’s good. 

It takes no more than another minute of him relentlessly fingering you, lips and tongue working their magic on your clit until your grip on his tightens and you’re falling apart. His free hand holds you down, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm and ignoring your pleas for him to stop. 

“Tae. Please, fuck, stop.” You moan out, already on the edge of a second orgasm. You feel him chuckle as gains your folds, his fingers curling up just enough to hit the exact spot he knew he’d find. 

The man knows your body too well. 

And just like that, you’re screaming as your orgasm fires off like a gunshot. Your legs try to close around his head, and he doesn’t fight it, pulling his fingers out and using his tongue to lick up every drop of you that he can. 

“No more.” You quietly whine, pushing his head out from between your legs, almost sending him to fall back on the floor. 

In the few moments it takes for you to calm down and gather yourself, you hear Taehyung standing and his belt coming undone. 

“No.” You stand up quickly, trying to find your balance in the stilettos with your shaking legs. 

“No?”

“We’re over, Taehyung. This isn’t happening.” You forcefully grab your underwear from his pocket, carefully putting it on, ignoring the way he lightly holds onto you to help you stay balanced. 

“But…”

“Sorry if your dick is hard. I’m sure you can get any girl with that smile of yours. You just won’t be getting me,” you huff out, “ever again.”

You lower your dress back down over your ass, readjusting as needed and half-ass fixing your makeup when your ex decides to drop the bomb. 

“I still love you.”

You stare at him through the mirror. Your expression is dead inside, with no emotion. He looks heartbroken like it’s you that hurt him and not the other way around. 

He’s the victim, not you.

But, you’ve seen this look. He’s done it a hundred times after going out and finding him flirting with a girl that’s not you. Saying you weren’t paying attention, so those girls thought he was single and he’s too nice to say anything. 

Or when he’d go on those very clearly optional work outings without telling you and then blame his job as to why he can’t be with you. Blame you for why he doesn’t take you out anymore. Blames anyone but himself. 

And he always, always, ends it with I love you.

Which is how you know the exact response to give. 

“There's no love for a liar.” 

He stares you down, hands in his pockets stepping closer. 

“You need me.”

And that’s when you laugh. 

“Like fuck I do, Taehyung. The only thing I need you for is to be a constant reminder that I can do better. That I will do better.”

You don’t give him time to respond, instead telling him to have a great life and pushing him away from you and exiting the bathroom. 

You try to calmly walk back to the VIP section, but the second you turn the corner and hear the bathroom door open, every emotion possible starts running through you. You book it to the couch, grab your stuff and head straight for the bar. You panic when you don’t see Jungkook behind the counter. 

You jump when a hand touches your arm, turning to see Jungkook standing there, eyes wide when you hug him tightly. His arms instinctively wrap around your middle as you dig your face into his neck. 

“What happened? What did he do?” 

He gently brings your face away from him, thumbs wiping at your tears. “Do I need to kill him? Get Yoongi to cover it up? I’m sure he’d want to take part in the murder though.” 

You shakily laugh in his hands, letting his smile in response calm you down. 

“No, no murder. I just wanna leave.”

“Want me to take you home?” 

“No,” you shake your head. “I think Hannah wanted to bring Jimin over for Valentine’s Day. I think that’s secretly why she wanted me to hook up with someone.”

You both laugh as Jungkook lets go of you to grab your jacket and help you into it. 

“To mine then. We’ll get you in some baggy sweats of mine, eat some trash food and watch trash films all night. And,” he puts a finger up as he backs away, stepping behind the bar and returning with the bottle of whiskey. “We’ll finish this off. How’s that sound?”

“Like the best Valentine’s Day ever.” You grin, pushing Taehyung out of your mind to focus on the man before you being the most amazing friend you could ask for.

“Let’s go, Valentine.” He winks at you, wrapping your hand in his as you make your way out of the bar. 

You’re never going along with Hannah’s silly plans again. 

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Tipsin' | KTH

Suggested Play . . . Doin' Time by Lana Del Rey

Summary ➧ WHO would of thought that your now ex Fiance got up and left you in the middle of Paris? with no shelter or no regret and the self loathing mother of his. It was meant to be a trip for the both of you to finally bath in each others love.

but what do you know? nothing but a man wondering the streets of Paris wanting to get away from his famous life style knows what.

❝ Pairing ❞ IDOL!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader

⌫ Genre ⌦ ONESHOT, Fluff, Angst, plus maybe something suggestive?? Strangers to lovers

↲ Warning's ↳ TAEHYUNG IN PARIS CAUSE I SAID SO, Swearing, cheating cause your husband is a dick, the reader just throws her life out the window after it tho, taehyung is so sweetest,

➜ A/N ꒱ I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK. I never intended for this to take so long and some of you have been waiting for this and there for I sincerely apologize but yippy! its out now after who knows how long. If I ever tried to write again please probably expect the same behavior where I will take 6 months to upload a short one-shot, but it out and I will hopefully learn my lesson and try to be more time-crunch-worthy. I hope you all enjoyed this and have a great day/afternoon/night!

Please tell me if your wish to repost it but do not claim as your own!

You regret the whole thing.

Why did you put some much effort in if it was only to end out like this?

Why did you trust them? Why did you trust him if his mother came to spoil the trip with the excuse of ‘it will just be some good old family time’ when your fiance agreed to make this a trip for just the two of you?

They left you simply because you weren’t just the right for his wrench of his mother.

You were waiting at Cathedrale Notre-Dama de Paris and the way they decided to cut ties was simply to just wave off a text.

Oh dear, I’m so very sorry. I know it wasn’t for the best to end it this way but I simply can’t hold it in, I don’t love you.

I never have.

Why would I continue if I grew out of it?

The hotel reservation is cancelled and your belongings are waiting for you outside.

what a lame gimmick.

How were you meant to process this? you were surrounded by a crowd if you started crying it would cause a scene.

What did you even do to deserve this?

Now, what did you do to deserve this??

while having a quiet breakdown and struggling to find your way back to the 30-minute walk hotel, only searching for what you have in your purse in case someone thought it was free luggage, you lost the track of time.

The sun was painfully setting quick as the street lights turned on causing panic to settle in. You have nowhere to stay because hell knows if the same expensive hotel would let you stay for a night under $30 within your card. You settle on the rock wall on a bridge watching the sun merge into the ground, you weigh your options to find a bar and drink away your sorrows in hopes of finding a kind that would let stay within their abode for a day or two.

And a kind soul you did find.

Within your sappy sorrows and bubbling panic festering inside you, you never took aware of your surroundings as a telling figure approaches you.

" ma’am? Are you okay? " a deep yet so soft and gentle voice woke you up from your daydreaming. Your head slowly turns to the left to find a gorgeous man.

He wore a simple white button-up and some simple brown dress suit pants. simple yet outstandingly attractive, he was truly something to gaze upon which you got distracted by immediately.

He gets more worried when you haven't responded so he asked again.

" oh " was all you could muster " Oh! Me! "

He agreed with a distressed nod but a small smile crackled on his face, god he's, even more, prettier with a smile.

" I'm sorry, it's just I noticed you were crying? "

You were crying?

You quickly wipe your check to feel the tears, realizing you had cried you were quick to reassure him.

" oh, I'm okay I swear it's just been a really tough day " you stuttered through your sentence for a moment but begin to realize your situation again, He saw the swift change of emotions within your expression.

" oh no, I'm so sorry " why is he so nice?

" It's okay! you don't need to apologize, it was probably better than what others might do" ew, that was the fattest lie you've ever said, and hate it.

He grew curious about the case. " I know this might sound very weird since well we only meet within like 5 minutes but do you maybe wanna tell me about it? "

His voice was soft and gentle again while his eyes lock onto yours, he looked at you with such care as you would shatter within a touch, unlike your now ex-fiance.

" over a drink? " you suggested with a weary tone like you were stepping on eggshells.

He softly grins.

" I don't see why not "

Literally, 6 hours ago your fiance broke up with you and left you in Paris all by yourself with no remorse, you wandered around Paris, and then found the most handsome yet caring man that could ever exist.

either god knew you needed a reset on your man choices or he just chose you to be the lucky one today cause here you are in an old people's bar with a man you never thought you could ever come across.

it didn't take you very long to chug down a couple of drinks to block out your bugging problems but there was a habit on this behalf of drinking.

you get very chatty.

You two got chatting away and learned his name was Kim Taehyung, you thought Kim was a very suitable last name next to your's but you weren't sure if he could handle you any longer, but he didn't seem to mind when he told you his side of his problems. It turns out that Taehyung is a big Korean pop star with tons of fans running after him and his friends, there are only small times when he can take a break from it for a while which in this case is the trip he's currently on.

" Pairs was and always is calming to me. I come here often because the place holds a lot of meaning to many people whether it would be for love or the aesthetic of the city maybe even the history but for me personally? I only come here for the art, it's pretty and wonderful to look at like you could make art here yourself which I do by taking pictures from time to time. "

He spoke with clear passion in his eyes like a dog just got a treat or you gave an iPad to a 9-year-old for the first time, it was something you adored to watch while spending such a small time with him.

You managed somehow to complement some input to his passion.

" wow," he looked at you confused by the sudden input.

" I mean like it would make sense knowing that you like have such a busy lifestyle with this whole idol career. " you back yourself up but he hums realizing what you meant.

" ah, well it's not that bad really " he tries to reassure you but you give him a blank stare causing him to giggle" really it's not! sure some threats and weird people but aside from that we have very loving fans who are very supportive who loves us to bits and so we repay them back with the same love " you smile softly at his kindness for random kids start to show again.

" I think that is very kind of you " He looks at you searching threw your eyes for a lie only to find true honesty with a smile " I mean you've never really met all of them and yet you try so hard to give back the love they give you in your dark times just like what you do for them right? "

He nods with a grin " yeah " he pauses before saying it again.

you gaze upon the old people around you as the jazz band starts to play a cover of fly me to the moon by Frank Sinatra, you smile as some of them get up to dance.

" you know, I really like Frank Sinatra "

you look at him realizing the distance between the two of you, you lean on your left arm as Taehyung leans closer to you on his right arm, he looks back at you waiting " yeah? " you question speaking softly like the whole world could listen to you.

" yeah. " His smile slowly forms into a grin " He makes me want to dance "

" Really? " you giggle as you also start to grin, damn that cocktail is getting to you quickly.

" yeah, I'm serious " He starts to giggle and grin but it slowly dies down, he mutters something while breaking eye contact to get up and move to the dance floor making you confused.

" what are you doing? " you quickly question not having a clue what he's doing until he starts to move his feet to the beat and his arms swing to the bass.

"I'm dancing " He states waving his arms out proudly.

" you dance like a dork " you laugh as he covers his heart pouting like a sad puppy.

you watch him dance his heart away before getting up to join him. He quickly turns around at the feel of arms wrapping around his to find you swinging and swaying to the beat as well, He smiles as he brings you closer wrapping an arm around your waist and slipping his hand into yours.

" Is this alright? " He leans down to your ear and softly asks, his low rasp sends shivers down your spine as you nod softly before placing your head onto his shoulder.

" Is this okay? " you ask with a whisper " fine with me, sweetheart" he responds with a small comforting smile as you close your eyes and bathe in his warmth welcoming the flush forming on your cheeks as your heart beats faster.

You both slowly rock to the beat letting the world slip from your grasp and hold each other like it could end any moment, you're enveloped by his rich expensive cologne by who knows what fancy brand but you would never want to let it go, his soft yet calluses decorated his fingertips but his big hands held your waist perfectly when from time to time he would gently move his hand tracing your spine and moving back down past your waist just to your tail bone before moving to its original spot.

This man cradles you so gently that could make you melt in seconds but it makes you think that your ex-fiance never held you like, questions start pouring through as you doubt if there were signs earlier in your relationship that you missed.

Taehyung glances down at you finding you dazed and spaced out " is something on your mind? " You look back up at him and find him with a worried expression.

" oh it's fine " you spoke softly smiling as the wave of emotions collided with each other, the alcohol swaying deep inside but it was evident to everyone you thought especially to him.

He paused for a moment searching through your eyes before speaking " I know we haven't spent much time together but it wouldn't hurt to tell a stranger what's on your mind? "

He wasn't wrong, I always thought that it might be therapeutic to just realize everything to someone who wouldn't remember about it an hour later.

"Well, my reason for being here originally was to spend some time with my fiance and his mother because he proposed not long ago " Taehyung's warm and happy expression dropped from the words.

" oh, but if you were here with them then where are they? they must be worried about you " He started to draw away from me but I quickly grabbed onto his shoulders pulling him back in and provoking him to look perplexed.

" He left me. "

Taehyung stands in shock. Why would someone leave someone so captivating, gracious, thoughtful, and witty as you? un-answered questions racing through he gazed down at you.

"Why? " was all that came out of him. He stood stunned by the words that left you as confusion formed a frown on his face " why would anyone even . . . " he was truly baffled.

"It's okay though, with trial comes error right? " you smile back at him, his gaze slowly falls to pity as you let the words fall out " I'll just call a family member, or " you slowly start to stutter, struggling to find the next pair of words until you feel a soft grasp of his hands holding yours leading you off the dance floor.

As the two of you sit down he holds you close whispering sweet gentle comforts in your ear as you calm down by the warmth he radiates and the gentle caresses of his thumb while he has your hand.

"Look, this might not be the best-suited place for you to tell me how terrible your so-called husband is but I have a beautiful view of the Eiffel tower from my hotel suite if you want to complain about your problems there. "

You slowly look up to meet his caring gaze and with a nod, you were whisked away from your savior of the night.

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[jjkeverlast]

First of all… CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MILESTONE LATI❤️❤️❤️ i’m beyond happy for you and you deserve it so much :’))) btw you are too sweet for this world, thank u for tagging me in your post, I’m really glad I got to interact with you too <333

And ofc I would like to request something…. Could I ask for numbers 4 and 35 from the fluff prompts with whatever member you choose??🥺🥺🥺

pillow talk | kth

-> pairing taehyung x reader

-> genre fluff

-> summary a morning with taehyung and some odd cuddles

-> word count 343 (wow an actual drabble i surprised myself big time)

-> warnings nothing but pure cuteness

-> author's note thank you sweetest maya for these words!!! i hope u enjoy your request and i apologize for the long wait but hope u enjoy boyfriend!tae <333 as per usual, prompts are marked in bold and i do not have taglists for requests, thank you :)

Mornings with Taehyung were always new. No matter how long you've dated the guy, he somehow found new ways to cuddle you each time to wake you up.

For once, you woke up before him, the sun peeking through the blinds and landing right at your eye sight. Waking up naturally was always soothing for you, the warmth engulfing the sheets, yawning as you stretch only to turn to him, Kim Taehyung.

His long curls were covering most of his face, the side of his face swallowed by his pillow as he softly snored beside you. Your hand raises by itself, tracing the outlines of his face as you admire his morning beauty. The gesture stirs him awake slowly, and he blinks while stretching his neck and back. He mumbles something you don't catch, his eyes still closed as he smiles brightly.

''I love you.'' You snort at his first words this morning. Taehyung always chose odd times to tell you those three magic words. You'd add this morning to the list.

''I know dummy.'' You shuffled under the covers, finding a position that soothes you better, opting for laying on your stomach as you continue to stare your sleepy boyfriend down.

Taehyung squints his eyes, noticing you've changed into a new position and with a frown, he moves, making you roll back to your back instead.

''Taehyung what are you—''

''I just want to relax in your arms.'' He reasons, his head now laying on your chest as he nuzzles his face further, almost disappearing through your t-shirt.

You giggle at his clingy behavior, settling on giving in and running your fingers through his hair, nuzzling him with them. He hums in delight, enjoying the warm feeling of love you're offering so easily to him.

''From this day on, you're my new pillow. I don't make the rules.''

''Alright, don't get too ahead of yourself now.'' You pat his back in a jokingly matter, already knowing he's determined to keep you as a pillow forever now, and truly? You don't mind.

© jjkeverlast 2022 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

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[jiminsinterlude]

Late Night Call | KTH

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You told him he could always call whenever he needed you. But what was unexpected was the random 1am call.

“I want you to help me get off. You’ll help me cum, right love?”

->Smut;Coworkers

->Warnings: phone sex, masturbation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex toys(f.), squirting

-

You were patiently waiting for the clock to hit 3. For your shift to finally be over. Your coworker Taehyung noticed, he always has something to say to you each and every time.

“The hawk watches the clock. She doesn’t take her eyes off it as the minute hand moves. She is now averting the clock and looking my way. I have been caught by the hawk. I am now her prey.” He gave a boxy grin as he laughed looking at your irritated face.

“Kim Taehyung. You do this everyday. I wonder how you aren’t tired of trying to be my narrator.”

“It’s fun, I could never get tired of it Y/N.” You rolled your eyes, looking back at the clock on the wall. The minute hand and the hour hand hit 3. Work was over.

You began to gather your belongings, everyone else in the office doing the same. Taehyung stayed sitting, you got curious.

“Why aren’t you packing up too?”

“Im doing some overtime. I have more work on my hands than I thought. Trying to get it all done by tonight or tomorrow morning.” You nodded your head as you placed your notebook in your bag. You noticed the notepad next to his keyboard with the assignments that he needed to complete. It looked like there were more than 10 written on there.

“Why do you have so many to complete?” Your question came off strong.

“You sound worried about me Y/N.” You were worried.

“Just that fact that you have so much work to complete. You shouldn’t be doing it all alone.”

“Don’t worry for me, I can handle it.” You weren’t taking his word for it.

“If you need some help, you can always call me up, Tae.” He smiled at the nickname you gave him.

“I will think about it. Now get home safe, see you in the morning. ” You shook your head at his stubbornness.

“See you in the morning, Taehyung.” With that you made your way out, going home.

-

You were woken up to the loud sound of ringing. Someone was calling you. You rubbed at your eyes, sitting up.

Looking around, you found your phone, answering the number that was calling. You were too tired to look at the name.

“Hello?” You asked in a soft, tired voice.

“Y/N.” The deep, raspy voice startled you. Your eyes were now open, pulling the phone away from your ear and looking at the caller ID. As well as the time.

“Taehyung? Its 1 in the morning. What are you doing calling me at this time?”

“You said I could call if I needed you. Right now I do.” You began to rub your eyes again.

“What’s wrong, Tae?” He groaned at the nickname. You were honestly concerned.

“I just wanted to hear your voice. I just got finished my work.”

“You’re still at the office?”

“No, I got back home about four hours ago. The building was closing up, had to leave.” You nodded your head, as if he could see it from through the phone.

“So what do you need help with?” Back to your original question.

“You were on my mind.” You were on his mind? What could he possibly be thinking about at 1 in the morning.

“What are you thinking about?” You heard him open and close him mouth. He was hesitant with his words, but he pushed them out.

“You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you.” Your eyes widened. His words just caught you by surprise.

“What?” Did he really just say that?

“I want to fuck you Y/N.” Yup, you definitely heard him loud and clear. You were concerned now, maybe he’s just drunk.

“Are you drunk, Tae?” You heard a low groan leave his mouth.

“Fuck. No, I’m not drunk but I am hard.” When did he become so bold with his words. You have never even heard him flirt before. “I need you so bad. You’ll help me right?”

Help him?

“You want me to help you? With what Taehyung?”

“I want you to help me get off. You’ll help me cum, right love?” Fuck, this was way too much for you. You just woke up, even surprising yourself with the next words that left your mouth.

“I’ll help you cum.” You heard him laugh over the phone.

“Good, I can’t hold back any longer.” Deep moans left his mouth almost immediately, as if he already had himself propped in his hand, ready to take action.

His moans began to turn you on. You sat there listening to him as you rubbed your thighs together. You didn’t know what to do and you felt somewhat embarrassed when you asked.

“Taehyung?”

“Mmm, Yes.”

“What do you want me to do?” He laughed under his breath, followed by a soft moan.

“Lay on your back.” You did as instructed, letting him know when you did so. “What are you wearing?”

“An oversized tee.”

“What’s underneath?”

“Nothing.” He grunted out as you say that.

“Open your legs, Y/N.” They parted immediately.

“They’re open.” He hummed at your answer.

“I want you to touch yourself love.” The nickname really took a toll on you.

You placed the phone on speaker, putting it on your chest. You dominant hand made its way down to your core. You rubbed up and down, feeling the mess you’ve already made.

“Shit, Im so wet Taehyung.”

“Rub yourself, start slow.” You listened, touching you clit with your fingers. A moan left your mouth as you pressed down. Taehyung’s moan after yours definitely approved of it. “Fuck, go faster love.”

So you did, rubbing yourself with a higher speed. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation. “Taehyung…” You began to moan out his name. Thinking of him while you played with yourself.

“God Y/N, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you.” His moans grew louder over the phone. He was getting close.

“Tae, mmmm. I want you to fuck me too.” You were both moaning simultaneously. Saying each other’s name.

“Slide your fingers inside.”

“Mhm.” Your middle and ring finger went right inside your throbbing hole. The moans from your mouth was now louder. “Fuck…So good Tae. So good.” You were extremely wet, the sound of you fingering yourself echoed through the room. Taehyung heard and instantly wanted to hear more.

“Your moans are so pretty Y/N. Lower your phone, I want to hear your pussy too.” With your opposite hand, you took the phone off your chest and placed it on your lower stomach. “Mm, you sound so wet love. I bet I could drown in you.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. And on Taehyung’s side, he was doing the same. His right hand pumped himself up and down. His pre-cum coaxed his dick. He rubbed his thumb over his tip each time he brung his hand up. He threw his head back, shutting his eyes tight. Your moans brought him to heaven. He was soon to cum and he wished it was somewhere on you. He began to moan out your name.

“Y/N…Oh love. Im gonna cum soon, so close.” And so were you.

“Taehyung. Me too, I cant hold back any longer.” Your fingers glided in and out of your clenching hole. You reached over to your dresser, grabbing your favorite toy. You turned it on and placed it on your sensitive bud. The vibrations making you moan extremely loud. You multitasked, fingering yourself with an intense speed and pressing the toy harder on your clit. You hips were buckling up onto it.

Taehyung let out a loud, deep moan. His cum shooting out and spilling all over himself. He didn’t stop though. His hand now moved up and down at a fast pace. The phone was pressed against his ear firmly. Listening to you moan out as you came too.

Your fingers left your hole as your brung them to your mouth, sucking on them. Your vibrator remained on your clit. You and Taehyung were going to overstimulate the fuck out of yourselves.

“Taehyung!!” You were almost screaming out his name as you felt yourself cumming again.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re gonna drive me crazy with the way your moaning my name love.” He was now cumming once again. It must’ve been too much for him to handle, he slowed down his pace. Pumping himself lightly to get the rest of the cum out.

But for you, you kept your vibrator pressed against your clit. You had brung the phone back up to your ear, moaning into it, letting Taehyung hear you loud and clear. Your legs shook as you were about to cum once more.

“Gonna. Cum. Taehyung.” He began to guide you through it.

“You can do it love, rub that vibrator against yourself. Cum for me.” You toes curled, eyes shut, mouth wide open as you came for the last time. You pulled the toy away from yourself, turning it off. You began to rub at the sensitive bud as you squirted on your sheets.

You were breathing extremely heavy. Your body still reacting to the mind blowing orgasms you just gave yourself. “I wish it were you making me cum like this Tae.”

“Yeah, tell me how bad you want me.” You exhaled sharply, still catching your breath.

“So fucking bad Taehyung, I want you to ruin me.”

“I will ruin you love.”

“Promise me it.” He laughed.

“Y/N, mark my words. I will fuck you so hard, you’ll be cumming in seconds. I promise it.” You smiled at his words.

It was too much for your mind right now. You just woke up and then had phone sex with your coworker. Now he is promising to fuck you. It was confusing.

But, you would definitely be looking forward to it. To fuck Kim Taehyung.

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Re published! More chapters to come <3

First story

KTH x reader JJK x reader

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OUR FARM - KTH. PART 1

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MASTERLIST

× paring: kim taehyung x reader (female reader)

x warnings: mentions of death, grief, workaholic behaviour, flirting, in some chapters (maybe) smut but I'll give a warning

x genre: slow-burn, farm life, coming of age, AU

x rating: maybe some explicit scenes, minors dni

x word count: 2k

x inspiration: The Hannah Montana Movie

x teaser: Y/N is the adopted daughter of a farmers couple. She lives in the big city now and is the head of a fashion label. One day she receives bad news that her parents died in a car crash and that she is now the owner of the farm her parents left behind. Now a journey of healing and learning to love begins....

P A R T 1

The door of my driver's vehicle opens for me and I step out, walking straight to the glass doors with golden framing of one of the biggest skyscrapers in the city. It is the entrance to my company building. My stiletto heals click in a smooth rythm above the marble floor that lead to the front desk and elevators. A few of my employees bow and greet me, some gave me pityful looks, knowing that I'm still mourning my late parents death. Arriving at the entrance I greet our absent-minded front desk lady, Ashley, she's bored out of her mind as ever. "Hello Ashley, do you happen to know my schedule for today." I asked her gracefully. She just looked at me wide-eyed and bewildered. Then she began to rummage through a stack of papers and shrugged her shoulder's at me popping a bubble of gum. A few angry words wanted to leave my mouth this instant, but a steady hand on my shoulder calmed me down.

"First of all, you need to look through the old collections and compare them. Then's the meeting with your parents notary and after that we need to talk about the new collection asap. Dior is going to one up us if we dont release a teaser for our new collection soon. The press is also onto us and wants a statement on your absence." It was Namjoon, my assistant and secretary, he rambled to me about my schedule while pressing a coffee into my hand. All while talking to each other we walked towards the elevator and rode to the 30th floor, which was my office floor. What would I do without this clumsy but organized man?

"Namjoon I have no clue what we should do." I said in a torn up voice. Namjoon looked at me and pushed up his glasses. "Well, we could hire a few stars to promote the collection. Maybe even make a short film about it or do something scandalous. I bet if we do that our new collection will get more attention than Gucci's or Versace's." He nodded towards me. "That's the problem Namjoon. There's is no new collection. I have nothing. No ideas. No sketches. Nothing. Nada." I told him truthfully. Namjoon stopped in his tracks, throwing his hands on my mouth. "Psssshhhh" he shushed me and dragged me into the nearest office, which happened to be mine. He closed the door and violently pulled down the blinds, so that no one walking by my office could see us. "Have you gone mad? Oh my god are you in your Andy Warhol phase?" he exaggerated. "No. Namjoon, oh my god stop exaggerating! I've just been so drained of creativity and energy since...you know, since it happened." I said in a weak voice. Namjoon's gaze softened and he gave me a soft hug. "Why did you even shush me and drag me in here?" I asked confused by the sudden location change.

He proceeded to look around nervously. "If anyone hears that you have no ideas for the next collection, we'll be ruined. The public will hear about it and soon the press too. They'll call you a worn-out designer. The company will be in trouble and the employees will lose trust in you and some of them may or may not consider to leave us. Gucci and Dior have offered some of our employees a better deal, most of them stayed out of sheer respect for you and your grief." He explained. He's right, it all depends on the new collection. "Namjoon, I will find a solution. You're absolutely right, no one can know about this. Although if they want to leave us they are unloyal petty bitches anyway so--" Namjoon shoved me in my big office chair without any further words to my sentence before.

"What can I do to inspire you?" Namjoon said, more to himself than to me, while roughly massaging my shoulders. I shoo him away and he starts pacing up and down in my office,making me quiet nervous actually. "Namjoon stop pacing! I'm going insane." "Sorry, that's how I think best."

While Namjoon is in his thought-zone I began to read through the archive of my old collections and started to compare them to each other. Crossing out what has already been done. Also doing a bit of research on what is defined as fashionable right now and what the competition is up to. I've always been a low-key designer. Never one to attend a lot of gala's or fashion shows. I always wanted to make affordable clothes, but somehow my label got a lot bigger and way more high-end than I intended it to be. It did bother me a little in the beginning, but it had its perks beeing a high-end fashion designer. One of them is the creative freedom I have, while also being my own boss and head of my company. It comes with a lot of cons too though. Considering that I have zero to no free time usually.

"How about a power-suit collection for women. Let's hop onto the equality and female rights train. We make a whole collection consisting of power suits in neon and bright colors or maybe patterned." I said springing out of my seat on my desk, very excited about said idea. "Gucci and even Zara already did that honey. Vogue made a whole article about it." Namjoon said in a sassy voice shaking his head left to right. "Ugh, I'm clueless." I told him while sinking into my seat again.

"What if we create a coat collection. A faux fur coat collection." I uttered. Namjoon looked equally excited as me and asked: "In unnatural colors? Like pink, green and yellow? Neon fur coats?" "Yeah, that's exactly my idea? Omg how did you know?" I ushered excited with a smile on my face. Namjoon's smile fell and he rolled his eyes. "Because we already did that two years ago. Cardi B wore it to the Met Gala. Remember?" He said annoyed. "Oh yeah right. I designed that." I answered disappointed. Namjoon looked exhausted. It wasn't always easy with me... "It'll come to me. I will give you the perfect idea tomorrow morning. Deal?"

Namjoon looked at me sceptical, but put his hand out anyways as to say "Deal".

With a rather awkward smile I kept on going with my day and greeted the employees. I was never good at hiding secrets, especially not when these secrets could cost them their job.

As I walked through the corridors I received the message from Namjoon that I need to attend the meeting with my parents notary, that I oh-so dreaded to attend. Decisions were to be made about my parents belongings and about what they've inherited me. I was mentally prepared to be the one to clear out their house if something might happen, because I'm their only child, but never for that...

The notary, a very good-looking man called Kim Seokjin, scattered his papers around my desk and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for your loss, Ms. Y/L/N. I'm gonna ask you some questions now, just for formality." He said. As a grieving person, this sentence is nothing but a formality itself aswell, it doesn't help you recover from the death of your loved-ones. But I'm thankful for him being this considerate thusfar, so I nodded in acknowledgement. "Your parents were Y/M/N and Y/F/N, farmers on the southside of the outlands? Is that right?" I nodded again. Not daring to say a word. Mr. Kim sighed. "Miss, I'm not here to take something from you. I am the person that enforces your parents will. You don't have to be scared at all. Any questions or anything you'll need help with, I'm here." Mr. Kim gave me a heart-warming smile and held my hand in his for a few seconds which made me breathe a relieving breath. "Ok let's go on Mr. Kim, I'm ready."

"Ms. Y/L/N, I assume your parents adopted you?" Mr. Kim asked cautiously. I released a small laugh and said "Does it really matter, they are my only real parents. I was an accident and my biological parents decided to give me up. These people raised me." Maybe I got a little too defensive, but right now it is a sensitive topic to me. Because knowing what's on the line for me, I would really want some keepsakes to remember my parents. Maybe something small, like clothes from my mom or my dads old watch.

"I'll just get right to the point. You parents inherited you, their only child, the farm and the whole property." Mr. Kim said with a straight face. My coffee mug fell to the ground with a loud clash. Coffee spilling everywhere. I guess it was loud enough to alert Namjoon. He stormed into the room with a look of concern. "Everything alright in here?" His eyes widening as he saw the coffee mug and my shocked face. "I'm gonna clean that up." He said and ran away to get cleaning supplies. Namjoon has always been a neat person and also very clumsy, so for him it nearly is a daily task to clean up messes. But he couldn't help me clean up the mess that is my life right now.

I woke up from my deep thoughts because Mr. Kim put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and asked me if I was okay. I just nodded.

Mr. Kim took a seat again and cleared his throat, probably to get my full attention. Folding his hands up on the table he looked at me. I couldn't decipher his look. Maybe pity? Anyways, I couldn't keep the farm even if I wanted to. I have to handle a company. Fashion Week is about to happen and I have enough stress in the city to just move up to the outskirts right now. It just couldn't happen, how could I possibly turn my life upside down.

"We have two options now, Miss. And I say We because I'll be there for you along the way, that is my duty and my job." He said. "Either you inherit the farm or we have to give it up for sale. Which would make the people of the bank really happy as they have been luring over this peace of land." Oh god, I'm not mentally stable enough to make such a decision. "What would the bank do with the farm?" I asked, basically already knowing the answer. "They would tear it down and build something on it, a shopping center, parking space, anything capitalistic." Mr. Kim and I met a few times before. He knew my parents well and has spent a week or two at our farm with his family. He has always been an honest person (so my father told me) and somehow has had a soft spot for our family since forever. "It would be a shame you know..." He said, his business voice now totally gone. He's speaking from his heart.

"A total shame to give up this beautiful farm. In the end it is your decision. But I know it was your parents dream and it is a peace of you. I will await your decision. I can only give you till tomorrow. I think this might help." He ushered a sheet of paper towards me. It was a letter in my fathers handwriting. Mr. Kim bowed and showed himself out, while I just looked at the last words my parents will ever address to me.

"Dearest Y/N,

If you read this, we'll probably be gone, but Nick/Name don't cry, you'll always be our baby. We know it will be hard for you, to live without us. Just as it would be hard for us without you. Of course we know that you are very busy. Our daughter the CEO and fashion designer of your own brand. We are so unbelievably proud. We still want you to inherit the farm, because you are the only one we trust with it. We wouldn't want you to give everything in your life up for the farm. Maybe you'll find a balance or a solution. You are our smart daughter. The bank has been on our backs, trying to buy the land from us, but we'll do anything to keep our dream alive. It still is the place we're you grew up. We'll fight for it. Please don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do...in the end you'll do the right thing.

We love you forever and always

Mom and Dad"

I know exactly what I need to do....

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country house setting kth -  part three

pairing: 19th century taehyung x reader

minors do not interact!!!

warnings (this part): age gap (10 years, readers 18, he’s 28), masturbation??,  smut, smooching, some kind of breeding kink is mentioned? idk either tbh, hes soft af, sex, yandere (? he’s very obsessed with her and her innocence, still, lol), hints towards previous abuse, distant father figure, the messed up society of 19th century britain. 

words: 7k

series summary: your isolated manor house has nothing interesting going on. but when the abandoned manor near to yours has a new occupant, things change. taehyung is obsessed with you from the day you first knock his door. he’d do anything for you, even if it meant going against your father’s wishes, even if it meant you losing something very important to your future marriage on the way, something that would force your fathers hand.

part one  part two  part three  masterlist

explanation of the title: a literacy genre where fictional characters are often isolated and alone living in a country house.

A/N: its been a month since the last chapter... i am so so sorry for taking such a long time but i am really happy with this. please enjoy the little cliff hanger at the end, though we all know what the answer will be... don’t we?

Taehyung woke in the morning, bars of light that filtered through his bedroom hitting his face. Here, the sun rose and woke him every morning. It dyed everything in his room orange, a colour that seemed to light his body and fuel his very essence. He had never been a morning person, but these past few days, that seemed to have changed. Taehyung had let you sleep in, he had pressed his ear to your door, just hoping to hear you, to make sure it all hadn’t been a dream, just hearing your soft breathing through the door. He sighed, knowing you were safe. 

“Care.” he had whispered into the chilly air as he climbed down the wooden stairs, being careful not to creak them and wake you up. Care was something he had not felt in a while, he had had friends in London, of course he had, but they were never the kind of friend you cared for. They were friends that were there but only when they wanted to be. It was hard to explain, hard to think about, but Taehyung did not feel a slight tinge of regret for leaving them without a note. He had loved his father, as every child loves their parents, but his care for him extended little past the age of 10, and that was over 15 years ago. He’d never met his mother, and his sister, the only one he had cared for out of all of them, had betrayed him. Care was a thing of the past, but he felt it for you… Pausing on one of the stairs, he lets that information sink in for a little bit. He had known you, what? Two days?

Now, he watches you. You're staring open mouthed at the blurb of a book you had picked up in this little bookstore. The two of you are stuffed down a thin line of two shelves of books, you’re between Taehyung and a wall, meaning that you’re completely safe, giving Taehyung an odd sense of calm he hadn’t realised he had needed, and had no need to feel, you were at a market, what was going to hurt you here? The book you had picked up read “Northanger Abbey - A Lady.” Once you had finished reading the back of the book, slowly, with your pinky nail tracing the words, you sighed, looking up at Taehyung and saying. “I didn’t know women could write!” you’re whisper- shouting with happiness. “Isn’t that amazing?” you ask him, and he only nods in response. It was amazing. You look at the book one last time, being gentle with its new, but fragile, spine you place it back on the shelf. 

“Would you like the Novel?” Taehyung asks, reaching towards it. It was only 12 shillings, that was nothing to him, you were worth thousands more than that.

“Oh,” you reply, that delightful blush spreading on your cheeks when you get shy. “No, I don’t expect that of you.” 

Taehyung could see that you were torn, part of you really wanted the book, the only books you had had access to were the ones in your fathers library. Y//N wanted the book. That was clear, but you also didn’t want to upset him, you didn’t want to use his money. He sighs, knowing he’ll have to work hard for you to allow him to buy this. “When was your birthday?” he asks. 

“March” you reply, your head tilting to the side in confusion. “Why?”

“Then I should buy it for you, as I didn’t get you a present.” 

“March was months ago!” you exclaim, a beautiful smile on your lips. “You didn’t even know me then!”

“That was very rude of me, not knowing you, let me buy it.” Taehyung grins, picking up the book and holding it at arms length from you. You don’t even try to fight him for it, you just follow behind him as you head towards the owner. He smiles at the two of you as you approach the counter. “Good Morning” Taehyung says, he can just see you smiling up at him from the corner of his eye. 

“Good Morning” the man says, watching Taehyung place the book down on the desk. “Oh, thank goodness someone's finally buying this, I haven't been able to sell it in months”

“Oh! Why's that?” you exclaim, turning your mouth down with the shock of it. Was it a bad book?

“Women shouldn’t be writing” he says, turning his nose up at both you and the book. “Sewing, that's your job.”

You step back a little in shock, the man's spit pretty much hitting you in the face. Taehyung steps in front of you, holding your hand behind his back. “Thank you very much, but we’ll be leaving that here. Have a good day.” He slides the book towards the shop owner, its wooden cover making a shrill noise as he pushes it down against the wood. Then the two of you are storming from the little shop, the bell and the door tinkling and slamming behind you as Taehyung rushes into the street. 

When he turns to you, he’s disappointed to see you pouting. “I am sorry” he says, looking down at you, he desperately wants to touch your face but such shows of affection in public are frowned upon. “I would have gotten you the book but-”

“It’s okay” you cut in, reaching out to hold his hand again, against his, your hand is warm. It sets flames up his arm and into his soul. “I didn’t know people could be so-”

He watches you as you pause, looking for the right word. “Rude” he finishes, and damn the public he raises his hand to your cheek, letting you find comfort in his soft touch. “I promise not everyone is rude.” 

It’s an unrealistic promise, he knew for himself that kindness is less common than it should be, people like Y/N shouldn’t be exposed to the awful part of the world. He takes in a breath, refraining from storming back into the shop and punching the shop owner in the face. “Shall we go?” you ask, possibly noticing his rising anger. 

“After the Dress-Makers” he replies, by then his anger would have dissipated anyway.

“Dress-Makers?!” you exclaim, pulling your hand away from his. Taehyung had half expected this reaction.

“You need dresses that fit you better.” he sighs. “Please let me buy you one.” 

“Only one.” you reply, trying to sound in control.

He nods his head. Once the shop had your measurements, he could buy you as many dresses as he wanted, and you could do nothing about it. Taehyung also promised himself he would go above and beyond getting you that book, you had looked so interested in reading something that wasn’t from your fathers library.

“Then we’ll go home, dinner will be ready then” he says, watching you as a curious emotion crosses your face. “If, of course, you want to eat with me.”

“I would appreciate that.” you reply, looking to the floor with that shy blush again, it makes Taehyung's stomach flip. 

***

“Where have you been all day?” your father shouts from his study. Obviously, much to your displeasure he was very aware of your absence, you had thought that you had just maybe gotten away with it. You were still on a high, flying amongst the clouds with the birds from your day with Taehyung and you were struggling to find the lie that you knew you would ultimately tell him.

“Walking the grounds!” you shout back, making your way up the stairs quickly so he wouldn’t see the dress you had borrowed from Taehyung's sister. Your father could be rude and inconsiderate, but he would definitely notice your different clothes. When he doesn’t reply, you realise you’d gotten away with it, and after shutting the door to your bedchamber / art room, you allow yourself to fly onto your bed, little specks of dust catapulting upwards with your disturbance. They dance around each other in the bars of light. Taehyung had insisted on walking you home, naturally, and he had kissed you again on your doorstep the way he had the night before. With one hand tangled through your hair and another gripping your waist. You realise how naive you felt in that moment, you had never known that such things as this were possible, and now, staring at your awful painting of two people kissing across your room you almost debate chucking it into the fire. Yet, despite your naivety, you knew there was more, there was more to a kiss than what Taehyung had already shown you. You could tell because, even when he pulled away from you, you could still see his hands itching to keep hold of you, to do more. You just didn’t know what that was, and you desperately wanted to. 

Tomorrow you will go to dinner with him again. You had met Victoria today, his maid, and you had loved her, her food had been amazing too. She had fussed over you this morning like no one had ever before, correcting your corset and pinning your hair back in light curls, something you hadn’t even known you were supposed to do. All of that had to go before you came home though, your father would definitely be suspicious if your hair was styled in the modern fashion. You sigh, half hoping your father would move to London for a month like he used to do years ago. It was always at the most random of times, and you would be left to roam the grounds and house with little restraint. He hadn’t been on one of those trips in over nine months, so that hope was out the window. 

All you wanted was for you and Taehyung to be alone forever. You had known each other for two days, but you knew that it was right. 

***

Months flew by. Most nights you would go to Taehyungs and eat, but you didn’t sleep there again. He kissed you whenever he got the chance, his hands roaming more comfortably around the rest of your body, but he hadn’t gone any further with you, a further that you knew existed just out of your grasp. There were a few times where you nearly got caught, like now, your father knocking the door when your head is resting comfortably against Taehyung's shoulder, the two of you just talking and watching the fire flicker. You had to hide upstairs whilst your father discussed a very important matter.

“Good Evening, sir” Taehyung greeted him as he opened the door, he did well at hiding the shock from his voice. “You are more than welcome to come in.” 

You can imagine him stepping aside to let your father into his home, somewhere that had been free of his taint for months. “Thank you, but I am in a little bit of a rush.” 

“That is not a problem. How can I help you, sir?” Taehyung replies, with perfect calm and patience in his voice. 

“It is just that I have received an urgent message, business you see, to return to London for a month.” you can almost hear the sigh in his voice. “I would appreciate it if you could watch over the grounds for me. Y/N should be home, but I would be a fool to trust the incompatibility of women these days. You don’t mind, do you?” There's an odd humor to his last phrase that has your stomach hitting the floor. Your value to your father seemed to lessen and lessen with each passing day. 

“No problem at all.” Taehyung replies, you can hear the tightness in his voice, with the want to defend you. Your stomach that had hit the floor rises again. A whole month with just the two of you. Bliss. Paradise. A miracle. “When will you be leaving?” he asks.

“By sunrise tomorrow, I would like to be on the road before Dawn.” 

This really was a last minute trip. Wonderful. 

“I will come up and make sure everything is in order as you leave, I will see you in the morning sir.” Taehyung says, in his voice, a sense of command that even your father could and would not deny. 

You assume your father nods his thankfulness as the door shuts downstairs. You worry momentarily that he had been looking for you, and you weren’t home. “Y/N” Taehyung shouts, pulling you from your thoughts. “He has gone!” 

You're sprinting down the stairs, holding your dress so as to not fall, Taehyung is at the bottom, arms open wide, waiting for you to fall into them. You do, wrapping your arms tightly around him, and he does the same, pulling you tight to him and kissing your head. “You better run home,” he laughs. “He’ll be looking for you soon.” 

Morning comes around quickly, your outside helping load all your fathers bags onto the carriage when Taehyung appears over the hill, it takes every strength in your body not to move to him, as you were so used to doing now. He greets your father, shaking his hand. Then he’s helping you move bags, the three of you working in an odd harmony. Once everything was loaded, and your father nods goodbye as he climbs into the cabin. You allow yourself to feel the first itches of happiness, of joy. “Goodbye Father” you say, waving as you watch the coachman push forward the horses, the carriage slowly inching away from you. Taehyung and yourself stand and watch as the carriage disappears into the distance, you wait for a while, to make sure he won’t turn around again. Once you’re sure he’s not coming back, you turn to Taehyung and smile. 

There's a small grin settled on his lips, as if he is holding back a huge smile. He tilts his head at you before glancing at the house. As you turn to look at your home, with your attention away from him, he sees an opening and you squeal as he sweeps you up from the ground. Carrying you along to your door with one arm under your knees and the other under your back. You giggle as he leads you up to your home. “Show me your art again.” he asks. Unlike before, you're happy to comply. You had wanted to show him for so long. He drops you to your feet at the bottom of the stairs and you race him to the top, a race he could have easily won, but he stays behind you to catch you if you fell, or to humor your childish side that would only be happy when you won. At the top he glances down once to your heaving chest, spreading a blush across your cheeks, before allowing you to take his hand and lead you towards your chamber. Your art had improved a lot since he had last seen it. Trading in the majority of your landscape art for pictures of the most important thing in your life at the moment. Him:

Taehyung stood outside the house, his back lent against a pillar as he pulled smoke from a pipe. 

Taehyung’s hand in yours, something that had taken you ages to master. 

Taehyung with his head tilted to the side in anger as he slides a book back towards the owner.

Taehyung walking through the fields, holding one of your new parasols in his hand as the rain falls around him. 

Nearly every painting had a connection to him, he stands open mouthed at your door, his eyes flicking between the paintings and you. 

Just over a month ago, you had realised that you had loved Taehyung. At first you panicked, and didn't see him for days. Love was for people who were married, love outside of marriage was a sin, that's what you had thought anyway. But you grew to not care. Marriage or not, you loved him, and there was no undoing that. You hoped that today that same love would get across through your art. Every moment you spent painting him had been the epitome of your love for him. But now, as he stands there with an open mouth you wonder if this is perhaps a little weird, this surely wasn’t a normal thing to do, maybe he had taken it the wrong way. Perhaps he saw you as mad. 

“You make a good model” you say, hoping to break through the silence. Luckily, he laughs, turning to you and grabbing your hand. You relax, he wasn’t mad. He wasn’t about to call you a fool and storm from your house. To your surprise, he leads you to your desk, sitting you down on your wooden chair and crouching on the floor between your legs, he's staring up at you and you find yourself blushing. 

“Taehyung?” you whisper, hoping for an answer to this uncharacteristic behavior. 

“What does all of this mean Y/N” he asks, and your stomach drops, this suddenly feels like an interrogation. You gulp, hoping some divine being will answer this for you. You realise you’ve been sitting in silence for a long time when you speak.

“Um, well, they are paintings of you.” you close your eyes, hoping the confession will be easier without looking at him. “And I painted them because you mean a lot to me.”

You open your eyes again. “Is that all?” he asks. His head tilted to the side as it did when he was both confused and angry.

You knew that this thing that you had with Taehyung was not eternal. The only thing that made something like this eternal was marriage, and considering he hadn’t settled down, and he was already 28, you doubted that it was on the cards for him at all. What makes you say the next thing, you are not sure. Perhaps it was the years spent in your manor, like  Rapunzel, and it was Taehyung that had saved you, a knight in shining armor. Perhaps it was how you were sure that Taehyung already knew. But whatever it was, the words fell from your lips like they were meant to be. “Because I love you.”

Time and space freeze around the two of you. For a moment, you think Taehyung will get up and leave, he twitches as if holding back from doing that very thing. “It's okay if you need to go.” You say, trying to feign understanding instead of feeling complete disappointment, you lace your hand through his hair, letting the soft strands fall through your fingers like waves. It's an oddly intimate moment, with that confession hanging between the two of you, your promise that he could go, yet you're holding him down by touching him. He buries his face into your dress, it's an odd action that makes you freeze up, in doing this he has obscured his face from your eyes. “Taehyung?” you murmur, hoping for at least a response to your confession, was he staying or going?

Your shoes are being slipped off before you have the chance to even say anything, then Taehyung appears from the folds of your dress with a gummy smile on his face. All you can do is say his name again in confusion. Both shoes are placed slightly away from you on the floor, Taehyung had brought those for you, much to your displeasure. You had never wanted to abuse his kindness. He doesn’t reply to his name, in fact, you’re sure you're staring at a man you had never met before, he had never done anything like this. His hands run up from your feet, up your stocking covered calf. His arm was completely under your dress, fingers playing with the clasp of your stockings just above your knee. All of this, and he's staring directly at your face, watching every reaction that you make. He’s so close to you, the warm skin of his hand against your bare thighs has a feeling starting up in your lower stomach that almost makes you want to pee. You had felt like this around him before, when you were kissing, but never to this extent. Thinking that there's something wrong with you, you try to slide away on the chair, but Taehyung's finger is wrapped around your stockings and you can’t move. 

“What is it?” he says, genuine concern plastering his face, it’s the first thing he's spoken to you since you said it. 

“Feel like I need to use the bathroom” you say with a blush so profound that it feels like it covers your whole face. Instead of moving away from you and letting you use the toilet, Taehyung only smiles, a comforting light shining in his eyes. 

“You don’t need the bathroom, your body is reacting to me.” he says, and it's the most scandalous thing you've heard him say. You’d spent all these months wondering what came beyond a kiss, and your body had known all this time. “Are you okay?” 

“Yes” you breathe. The air around you lit by the morning sun lights up every small,  beautiful,  feature of Taehyung like the mole on the end of his nose, and the one on the right side of his lower lip. This is a moment you would paint. His hands rolling down one of your stockings, placing the delicate material to the side as he placed kisses to the inside of your legs, running his hands up and down your soft skin. You felt like you had ascended into another world. 

“Tell me if you need me to stop” he says, hooking his finger around your other stocking, and as he pulls it down your leg, peppering kisses as he goes you say,

“No. Don’t. Never stop” which seems to spark something in his eyes. Something untamable, and this time he chucks your stockings behind his head instead of placing them lightly to the side. You watch them as they fall on the side of one of your paintings, the stocking soaking up and blurring the fresh paint. You couldn’t bring yourself to care. In fact, you wanted Taehyung to ruin everything about you, and paint it fresh. Only him.

With your dress above your knees, Taehyung has one of your legs flung over one of his shoulders. Constantly kneading the flesh of your calf. Then, he's stepping back, standing above you as you fight to regain the breathing you didn't realise you lost. He stands there for a moment, just watching your chest heave against the confinements of your corset. "Do you wish to keep going?" He asks.

"Yes, please" you say, reaching a hand up to him. He takes it, the rustling of your dress the only sound as he pulls you from the chair. He pulls you onto his lips, his mouth catching yours easily, he does what he always does, putting a hand on your waist, holding you close to him as all the blood in your body rushes to your lower stomach. Then he's walking you backwards, weaving you through all your paint points and paintings. There's a humorous side to it that has you smiling into the kiss. You weren't sure where he was taking you, but you let him take you there. When your legs hit the cold metal of the side of your bed, you tense a little. Taehyung pulls away from the kiss, placing a light kiss to your forehead, but he keeps you close, both arms around you, smiling down at you. 

"Do you know where this is going?" He asks. playing with the laces at the back of your dress. 

"No," you say. You had very little idea of the adult world, you'd read a book once 'A maiden's guide to marriage.' you assumed it had been your mother's before she married your dad. Sex. But you had assumed that was something only married people could do. 'Sex outside of matrimony is a sin" the book had read. "Is it a sin?" You ask, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Are you calling me a sinner?" He asks, returning that same open eyed vulnerability to you. Alongside it is a playful smile, one that has you smiling back.

"Perhaps" you say. Smiling. 

"Normally this is reserved for marriage" he says, tilting his head. 

"I know" you breathe as he begins to pull at the laces of your dress.

"Okay" he breathes, he leans down, going for a kiss, but instead of your lips he kisses your neck and all you can do is whine. You had never made such a noise before in your life. Tangling in the delicate laces, his fingers undo your dress, you suddenly feel the weight of this situation. 

"Will I be ruined?" you whisper, as he sucks at your neck. Though he pulls away from you to reply, a frown seated on his lips.

"Maybe, in the prying eyes of society. Yes." at his words, you feel your mouth flatten into a frown.

"Will you see me as ruined?" you ask.

"No. Never." He's holding the side of your face, peppering kisses on your hairline. His other hand stays behind your back, holding your dress together. "We don't have to do anything" he reminds you, nothing but sincerity in his eyes. You remember what you had thought earlier, that you wanted Taehyung to ruin every single part of you. You had meant that, 

"I want to do this" you say, staring into the delicious deep brown of his eyes. "With you." Your voice is sure, you're confident you'll be fine. All that matters is Taehyung stays with you even after, and you know he will, maybe not in marriage but always in friendship.

"I'm going to let go of this now." he says, giving a light tug on the laces of the dress that he's holding up to indicate what he's talking about. Just before he does he tells you "I'm going to talk you through every step of this, so you know if you need to tell me to stop."

You manage to murmur an "Okay" before your dress is released. It falls, pooling around your waist. Left exposed to the eyes of Taehyung and the cool air, your skin rises into little bumps. The intricate details of your corset is what holds your breasts into place as Taehyung does nothing but stare at you. "Taehyung?" you whisper, hoping to distract him from you.

"Mmmh" he replies, looking up at your eyes. "What's wrong?"

"You were staring" you reply, the need to pull away from him and fold into yourself is overwhelming.

"Because you're so beautiful" he smiles back, bunching your dress up in his hands, as if to pull it over your head. "Could stare at you for hours, I'm going to pull this over your head now, okay?"

You think you murmur okay, but everything seems a little blurry to you. Either way, you allow him to pull your dress over your head, raising your arms to help him get easier access. “See,” he begins “Absolutely beautiful.” he leans down, pressing a kiss to each side of your chest, all whilst maintaining eye contact with you. He folds up your dress carefully, placing it on the back of your wooden chair. It was the first dress he had brought you, the same day as the man at the bookshop spat in your face for being a woman. It was difficult being a woman, you had known that before Taehyung, but that day had solidified it for you. Taehyung kisses you on the forehead. “Now for these.”

He kisses you on the neck, sucking harsh marks onto your skin, whilst pulling at the laces of your undergarments. “If you need me to stop-”

“No, don’t stop,” you say. He smiles before doing as you requested and not stopping, he pulls down your undergarments, hardly even looking at you below the waist despite being completely bare to him, then he’s onto your corset, untying the the bow quickly, delicately pulling apart the laces and slipping it over your head. You cover your breasts on instinct, once he’s placed your corset gently to the side, he stares at you with such softness in his eyes, such kindness, that when he reaches up to pull your hands away, you let him. He stares at you for a moment, you wonder if he notices that one seems ever so slightly bigger than the other. You wonder if he’s judging you. 

You were unsure if this was how it worked, you being completely bare and him being completely clothed, but Taehyung didn’t seem to care either way. He mumbles something you don’t catch, before practically headbutting your left breast, causing you to cry out as he sucks at one of your nipples. He has his hands on your bum cheeks, holding you in place as he pulls at your nipples with his teeth, your head thrown back in pleasure, you had never felt anything like this in your life.

“Oh my goodness” you breathe, your hands felt empty, so you threaded them through Taehyung's hair. He switches nipples, the sensation remains painful but you feel like you’re floating on a cloud. Some instinct takes over you, knowing that this can’t go any further if Taehyung remains completely clothed, you begin to fiddle with the top buttons of his shirt, hoping that they’d pop open. He whines as your fingers brush his skin, it’s as if your touch distracts him away from your breasts as he pulls away and helps you unbutton his shirt. He’s breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down under your palms, and so are you as you see his skin, touch his skin. His chest is soft to the touch, his stomach smooth under your hands. His shirt joins your dress on the other side of the room, all you can do is stare at him, at the way he’s shaped, how smooth he looks. You run your hands up and down his body, even when he’s leading you backwards on the bed, until your back touches the neatly organised sheets. He hovers over you, his knee slotted in between your thighs, the fabric from his trousers rubs blissfully against your naked centre. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, when you nod eagerly he smiles. “I wanna go down on you, but we’ll save that for another time”

“Down on-?” you begin, confused at this new term.

“I’ll explain it another time. Can you open your legs?” you do as you’re instructed, the new phrase being quickly forgotten as he stands up, looking down at you wide open for him. Taehyung reaches down, grabbing your hand lightly. You think he’s going to kiss it, like they do at balls and dances, but instead he leads it down your body, resting it atop the small mound of hair above your area. “Can you touch yourself? Need to make sure you’re super prepped and comfortable.”

With the way he talks, the surety that you know what you're doing, you’re almost embarrassed to say that you didn’t know what that was, you had never touched yourself in your life, only in the bath, and that had only been to clean. With the painting of confusion sketched into your features, Taehyung’s mouth falls to the side. You feel wrong, as if you had missed out on something important in your life. “I am sorry” you apologise, feeling guilty for your naivety. 

He doesn’t respond, instead he starts undoing the laces of his trousers, pulling them down over his legs and kicking them to the side, leaving him in just his undergarments, you almost wish he had taken them off too. Then he drops to his knees, his face level with your intimate area. You can feel his breath against your skin. “What do you know about being a woman?” he asks. When you reply with,

“Not much”

He kisses the inside of your thigh. “Place your hand here.” he says, indicating for you to put your palm on your mound of hair, and you do. “Use your middle finger to rub this spot. I am going to touch you.” When you don’t stop him, he reaches up between your legs and presses his finger straight on what seemed to be a ball of nerves, for you’re almost shooting up the bed with the sudden shocking pleasure of it. “This is your clitoris,” he says. “It makes you feel good.”

You do as you’re told, using your finger to lightly rub around the clitoris, it felt so good, you could see what Taehyung meant. Whilst you circle this new discovery, Taehyung stands up again, watching your hand as he undoes the final laces of his undergarments. You wanted to throw your head back, but you also wanted to watch him. This part, you had been expecting. Somehow, as you had grown up, regardless if it had it been from the animals that surrounded you on the farms or just some kind of knowledge that everyone was born with, but you knew that that was a penis, and in that moment you knew that it was to go inside of you. Taehyung's penis, was beautiful, and had you ever seen another penis in your life, before or after this moment, you know it could not have been compared to Taehyungs. It was quite big, and you wondered what part of you could accommodate such a thing as that, it was also hard, erect, pressing against his stomach like something or someone had angered it. You’re sure your mouth falls open with shock. You don’t miss the smug smile that adorns his lips, this was something he was proud of. You could see why. 

You feel so safe with him, so at home, that when he runs a finger through the folds of skin just below your clit, you only revel in the feeling of his skin on yours, the shock of pleasure it sends up your core. He mutters something about being “wet” before climbing back on top of you, moving your hand away from your clit at the same time. “Are you ready?” he asks. You nod your head, but before he does anything he leans down, connecting your lips. The two of you stay like that for a while, Taehyung relaxes his arms that were holding him up from touching your body. He’s pressed against you entirely, his shaft pressing into your thigh. You had never been close to someone so emotionally as this. You feel so safe, so loved, you almost cry. This is where you wanted to be for eternity, between Taehyung and bedsheets. When he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes are dilated, wide as if he was holding something feral back, he hides the animalistic look from his eyes by leaning down to kiss your neck. 

When he pulls away again, leaving angry welts on your neck, his eyes are soft again. “Are you okay?” you ask him, running your hands up and down his arms. 

“Yeah, are you?” he asks.

“Yeah. I am good.” you reply, the two of you smiling. 

“It might hurt, we don’t have to do this, if you’re not ready.” he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I am ready. I trust you.” 

“Okay” he breathes, as he presses up to your center. “I am going to push my cock in now.” 

Cock. That was another new one. You don’t have long to think about it as he pushes his cock against your entrance. It takes him a considerable deal of effort to even push past an inch of you, but he stops, letting you adjust to the intrusion and the feeling of him inside of you. 

This was either hell, indicated by the pain this brought. Or heaven, due to the sparks you felt coming from your core, the warmth spreading along every bone in your body. Probably hell you think, this was a sin. Taehyung watches every breath you make, every look on your face as he pushes in another inch. Tears prick into your eyes here, but Taehyung kisses them away, his heart-shaped lips wet from the moisture of your eyes. “Just breathe,” he suggests. You had stopped breathing at some point, holding your breath in pain, but when you breathe again, steadily and heavily, the pain wears off.

“I am okay,” you smile up at him. And in the attempts to make a joke, you say “Push your cock in more.” 

“Don’t say that again” he replies, muttering something about “innocence” before doing as you instructed anyways, pushing himself in another inch. He does this a couple more times until your pubic bones are flush against each other and you can feel him so deep into your stomach it's impossible to think of anything else beyond him, beyond how good you felt. There was pain there, waiting to flare up, waiting to protrude over the pleasure, but for the moment all you felt was a tightening pressure in your core. Taehyung spends this time running his lips up and down your skin, kissing over your scrunched up eyes, and asking you every couple of seconds if you were okay, each time you replied with a breathless yes. 

He pulls out, glancing down at his slick covered cock, before starting the process all over again, this time faster. The pain flares and dwindles again, like a flame. 

Again, he pulls out, pushes in, slowly.

Pulls out, pushes in.

Until he’s not pulling out completely, his movements fluid, like the brook between your houses as he transitions from pushing to pulling. The pain was non-existent now. With your eyes rolled back into your head, and your hands gripping onto his arms, your nails scratching down his back, you never want this to end. “Feels so good” you manage to say, your breath caught on each push in of his cock. 

“It’s only me that can make you feel like this” he tells you, he looks half out of it now, his eyes distant but still loving. “Only me.” 

“Only you.” There's a surge of pressure in your stomach, a building power that you were almost too scared to let free. Somehow, your body seems to communicate this to Taehyung.

“Don’t look so scared, it's an orgasm, it’ll feel amazing.” he moans a little before speaking again. “Let it go.” 

You do. Obeying him. White light blinds you, but you can still see Taehyung moving in and out of your vision with every thrust. It's like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, nothing you will experience again unless it was with Taehyung. It’s like jumping off a cliff, enjoying the view as you fall, like a brutal ending, or a happy one. This was a fairytale, a fantasy you hadn’t known you were waiting for. The bliss of feeling so full of him, so consumed by him. You never wanted this to end, you wanted him to be inside of you forever, he fitted so well. Through your orgasm he sucks on the flesh around your nipples again, leaving red marks over your upper body. You never wanted these marks to leave, you wanted them to be an eternal product of your love for Taehyung. You are completely out of it for a moment, but when you return to clarity, even with all your limbs tingling, the sensation of Taehyung's thrusting seems to have increased tenfold, it hurts in a beautiful way. 

He smiles at you, it's a soft smile, before wincing in pleasure and thrusting faster, already you can feel another pressure in your lower stomach. “I'm close,” he mumbles, bringing one of his hands down to press onto your clit.

***

Taehyung couldn’t think. Couldn’t think beyond how good this felt, how close he was and how desperately he wanted to bring you along with him for a second time. Your face when you had orgasmed the first time was unforgettable, he had never heard someone moan so loudly in his life, face scrunched up in that tumbling feeling of pleasure. He had done that to you, and he was damned for being proud. No one would ever get this experience of you again, he knew that, could see the future now. So he sucked at your breasts again, marking you as his for everyone else to see. 

The second he touched your clit he knew you were close again, tightening around him like a vice. “Together” he manages to say, refraining from going too fast and hurting you. When he orgasms, his essence shooting into you with each sloppy thrust, he contemplates the use of his seed, beyond pleasure. As he watches you writhe under him, twisting and turning in the sheets as you orgasm again, shocked with the feeling of his cum inside of you, he’s shocked to realise he wants to get you pregnant. Wants to see your stomach rounded with the product of this, have versions of you and him running around in his life. He had never wanted this before, been too scared to have this before. Tears well up in the corner of his eyes, tears that you brush away as they fall down his cheeks and he goes soft inside of you. He should be embarrassed, men shouldn’t cry. But you didn’t judge him, he felt safe.  

Damn the knees and the rings. He thinks as he falls against you, smothering you in his weight, but remaining inside of you, plugging his seed into you until it could take root. He tries to speak, but it comes out inaudible, something like “mazer ze.”

Which only makes you laugh. “Sorry?” you ask, a massive smile on your face.

This time, his words came out right. “Marry me.” 

Your smile drops, eyes going wide. “My father-”

“Don’t think of him, we’ll find a way around him, only think of me.”

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[taintedcein]

I want some good days 🤍

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[eggos030]

TEASER FOR TIPSIN' | KTH

Summary ➧ WHO would of thought that your now ex Fiance got up and left you in the middle of Paris? with no shelter or no regret and the self loathing mother of his. It was meant to be a trip for the both of you to finally bath in each others love.

but what do you know? nothing but a man wondering the streets of Paris wanting to get away from his famous life style knows what.

❝ Pairing ❞ IDOL!Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Genre ⌦ Fluff & Angst plus maybe something suggestive??

↳ COMING SOON ꒱ Please let me know if you want to be tagged!!

➜ A/N ꒱ HELLO!!! This is my first story after having my old account booted from tumblr for some unknown reason but I've came back with a burning fire of writing the most shittest stories known to the human world. Anyways because this is my first story do not expect much, I am the most unknowledged within my first language in english and know that I will not be bothered to do spelling checks.

Anyways I hope ya'll like the teaser and maybe come check it out when it finally gets posted! See ya'll later!

Now playing . . . Doin' Time by Lana Del Rey

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[can-be-yourself]

-Best love declaration. This book is chef kiss.

-Go read "Solace" by CallMeByYourName97 on Wattpad.

-It's a rollercoaster of emotions - you will not regret it.

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[gun-powder-milk-shake]

dying

#dead #combusted #evaporated #put me in a coffin honey cuz it’s over for lil oh me #fuck #v #tae #taehyung #bts v #bts tae #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #bts #thv #kth #bts kth #bts funny #funny #FUCKKKK

[jiminsinterlude]

Don’t Hold Back | KTH

Paring: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You meet a stranger at a party and let things escalate to a far extent.

“If you’re hungry, I can show you to something that’s very edible.”

-> Smut; Strangers

Warnings: bathroom sex, unprotected sex, oral sex(m.), fingering, hair pulling, explicit language

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Another party. You told yourself you have to stop coming to them so often. But each time your friends tell you there’s a new one, you end up going anyways.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t get so drunk and have fun today because you were driving today. And also had to take care of two of your friends. Jimin and Jungkook.

They were getting completely wasted while you just had to watch them. You wished for some action, anything to make tonight fun. So far you were just drinking water or the non-alcoholic punch.

Bored was your biggest feeling right now. You were also hungry. Looking over at your two friends, you watched as they laughed about some random topic while sitting on the couch with other people from the party. They wouldn’t mind you leaving for a brief moment to grab some food. They have no choice but to accept it anyways.

You began your journey throughout the house to find some food. The most obvious place to check was the kitchen but that was the “alcohol station”. Hopefully you could find some food to avoid making a trip to the 24 hour that you noticed while driving here.

When you found food, you were disappointed with the choices. It was mostly chips and popcorn and pretzels. Come to think of it, you never saw real food at a party before. Maybe just maybe, you can find something in this random person’s fridge. Let’s hope they don’t mind.

The journey back to the kitchen was interrupted when a another random walked in front of you. Maybe they were going to ask you a question like ‘where’s the bathroom’ or ‘is this your house?’.

“Need help finding something?” The guy who approached you was extremely good looking. And god, his voice was so deep.

“Oh no, I was just looking for some food. Only found some snacks.” He tilted his head and looked you up and down.

“Well, I usually keep some food in the fridge but I only decided to put out the little things I could care less for.” Oh. This must be his house. “If you’re hungry, I can show you to something that’s very edible.”

You had no idea what he was talking about but you took his proposal. You weren’t really hungry anymore but you wanted something to snack on while your friends were having the time of their lives. You followed the guy- that also owns this house, and who is extremely handsome- to a room. More like, a bathroom.

He shut the door behind you, locking it and caged you into the sink. Once again, Oh. This took a turn quickly but hey, you didn’t mind.

“What are you doing?” He laughed at your question.

“You’re hungry right? My dick is very tasteful. I think you’ll get full fast.” Your body temperature rushed. You weren’t the type for random hookups but fuck, he made it seem worth it.

“Hungry for real food, I don’t think you fall under that category.”

He gave you a boxy grin and licked his lips. “What category do I fall under?”

“Good looking guy with deep voice. Also under unknown names.”

“Is there a ‘possible fuck’ category?” Oh he was bold.

You laughed and nodded your head. “There is also a ‘interrupted me from getting food’ category.”

“As long as Taehyung is under the ‘possible fuck’ category, Im satisfied.” Taehyung? That must be his name. You had to say it so you could get the feeling of his name on your tongue.

“Taehyung.”

“Sounds nice coming out your mouth. Now come on and let me put something else in it.” Very bold.

You once again took his proposal and sat on the toliet that was next to the two of you. You were about to have your first bathroom hookup. No complaints from you. He unbuckled his belt and pants, following by pulling his hard dick. You wasted no time to take him into your hands. Taehyung was big, very big.

“What’s your name?” He asked as you pumped him with both hands.

“Y/N.” He nodded as he began to rub your head, pushing your hair away from your face. You took Taehyung into your mouth which led to automatic curses leaving his mouth.

His wide dick fit perfectly in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back when you decided to take him deeper into your mouth. His tip hit the back of your mouth. Taehyung moaned out your name. Your already drenched panties were now drowning in your slick.

You bobbed your head back and forth on Taehyung. The tip hit your throat each time and caused tears to fall from out of your eyes. Taehyung noticed and used his thumb to wipe them away.

“Come on Y/N, you’re doing such a good job.” You felt yourself clench around nothing at all.

Saliva fell out the side of your mouth while you sucked Taehyung off. You swirled your tongue around his tip each time you got to it. He was a moaning mess, enjoying the pleasure you gave him.

You could tell he was going to cum soon when he took control over your mouth and began to fuck into it himself. “Shit, you’re gonna swallow?” You opened your eyes and looked up at him. He took that as a yes and filled your mouth.

After a few more sucks at his tip, you pulled away and swallowed. “Open, let me see that it’s gone.”

You opened you mouth and stuck your tongue out. He placed his thumb on the center of it while stroking himself. You were definitely full now, but your pussy was empty, so you were not completely satisfied.

Pulling his thumb away, you asked, “Will you fuck me Taehyung?”

He kept a serious face and nodded his head, “You deserve it.”

Taehyung pulled you up off the toliet seat and brung you into a kiss. One of his hands remained on your face and the other was unbuttoning your jeans. You reached to your pocket and pulled out your phone, placing it on the sink counter. Your pants then hit the floor with a plop and you stepped out of them. Taehyung placed you on the edge of the sink and lifted one of your legs. He broke the kiss and slid your panties over.

A moan escaped your mouth the second you felt his fingers enter you. Taehyung approved of it and began to pump them into you fast. You gripped onto his shoulder and threw your head back. “Oh my, fuck. Taehyung.”

“Feel’s good?” Words were hard to say with all the moans that left your mouth. You did manage to let a ‘mhm’. Taehyung curled his fingers inside of you, rubbing your walls with his finger tips.

Taehyung kept his pace steady and watched your facial expressions. He enjoyed seeing the pleasure on your face. He was going to enjoy being inside of you very soon. You looked down at his dick, watching it drip with precum.

Seeing you watch him only made Taehyung crave you more. He pulled his fingers out of you and placed them in his mouth. You grabbed his dick and began to pump it while pulling him closer to your hole. He watched amused at how needy you were.

Taehyung took a hold of himself and pushed inside of you with no warning. “Taehyung!”

He only smiled at your reaction, pushing himself in deeper. You let out a deep moan and wrapped your legs around him. Taehyung rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb before leaning in to kiss you.

Right as his lips hit yours, Taehyung drilled into you. You gripped onto his hair for support. The kiss was sloppy and the sex was rough. Both were extremely enjoyable. Your lips moved against each other hungrily. Why were you so hungry for a stranger?

Your walls swallowed Taehyung whole. He was so good, it was like his dick knew all your right spots. The tip hit right where you needed it to. Your moans filled the bathroom and if it wasn’t for how loud the music was at this party, the two of you would’ve been caught.

Taehyung’s eyes shut tight when he felt you clench around him. In the matter of seconds, you were empty. Taehyung pulled out and took you off the sink. You were facing towards the mirror when you felt him enter you again.

You watched Taehyung through the mirror as he fucked you. His hair was messy and covered his eyes. You could see the clench in his jaw while he held onto your waist. A deep moan left his mouth just as he grabbed your hair to pull it. “God Y/N, the way you wrap around me is amazing.”

Only moans left your mouth. He took that as your response and fucked into you harder. Eye contact was shared through the mirror and you loved it. Taehyung fucked you better than you’ve ever been fucked before. To get addicted to this one time thing would be bad to happen. But shit, you would never be able to forget this.

Each time, Taehyung would pull almost all the way out before slamming back into you. The sound of your pussy echoed off the ways along with your moans. You reached a hand back to try to grip on Taehyung. He only took it and pinned it down on your back. “Taehyung, fuckkk, mmm.”

“Gonna cum Y/N?” You only nodded your head. “I need words love. Are you going to cum Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes back and clenched around him. “Yes im gonna cum Taehyung.”

You watched him smile from through the mirror. “Good, let it out. Don’t hold back, baby.”

His words definitely controlled you as you felt yourself paint Taehyung’s dick with your cum. Your head fell and you were looking into the sink. The grip Taehyung had on your hair loosened as he pulled out of you. “Fuck Y/N. Get on your knees and turn around.”

You obeyed him immediately and saw as he pumped himself in his hand. He grabbed your chin and you opened your mouth. His tip sat on your tongue as his cum shot to the back of your throat. The rest spilled out onto your tongue and you swallowed when he pulled away.

Taehyung pulled you back onto your feet and brought you into a kiss. You felt his dick soften on your stomach before it hardened up again. He pulled away from the kiss and licked his lips. “I think my dick is addicted to you already.”

You smiled and looked down at the floor to look for your pants. “I can say the same about my pussy, Tae.” The nickname affected you more than you thought. As you bent down to pick up your jeans, there was a knock on the door. Someone must have to pee.

Taehyung yelled out that the bathroom was occupied while you began to put your jeans back on. You saw him reach over and grab your phone after he was done fixing himself too. “Let me put my number in.” Oh? So maybe this wouldn’t be a one time thing.

You took the phone into your hands and unlocked it. You passed it back to him and he entered his number. He saved it under his name and texted himself a selfie that he found in your phone.

He gave you back the phone and you placed it in your pocket m. Before you could even unlock the bathroom door to exit, Taehyung grabbed you and brung you into one last kiss for tonight. “Don’t be afraid to use my number.”

You laughed a little. “Expect frequent calls.”

Taehyung bit his lip and nodded. Then opened the door to the let the two of you out. You guys walked into the living room to join some other people while pushing past all the random drunks. Maybe you were hungry again now. But all that filled your mind was Taehyung and his sex skills.

You looked over at your drunk friends. God, you wish you didn’t have to take them home so you could fuck Taehyung again tonight.

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