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magicshopaholic · 6 months

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Los Angeles pt. 2

Summary: Taehyung finds himself in the midst of a crisis, while Namjoon has a fight with his girlfriend an hour before the Grammys.

Pairing: Taehyung x OC, Namjoon x OC (different OCs)

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst

Word count: 13.8 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol, making out, sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, jealousy

A/N: Hellooooo, wrote about some controversial but fan favourite couples after a while :D Set three months after New Year’s Eve Eve. Refers to events from Los Angeles, Weekend Story and Melbourne, but can be read standalone.

Tagging: @bbl32, @quarter-life-crisis2, @margopinkerton, @faearchives, @whoisbts, @purpleseoul7, @kflixnet (if you want to be added to the taglist, lmk)

Listen to: “gimme all your love” by alabama shakes

taehyung masterlist | namjoon masterlist | main masterlist

The morning is new, with the sun’s rays slanting in through the large windows. They’re blocked by the white sheets, giving the bed a warm, faint glow and making honey skin look golden. It’s fingers on hips, lips soft against muscle, intimate smiles between kisses and the quiet murmurs of nothing in particular for no one else to hear.

“It could be Kanye.” Dilara murmurs, her lips brushing against his ear. Her arms come around his neck and she sighs as his mouth moves gently along her jaw.

Taehyung groans quietly, kissing the skin along her neck and down to her shoulder. “Don’t even say that,” he complains softly, running a hand down the side of her body. “Are you wearing a new lotion?”

“Picked it up from the airport. What about -” She breaks off momentarily when he raises his head to face her, taken off guard by his eyes immediately locking on hers. “- um… Bruno. Mars. After that thing that went viral.”

He snickers softly and kisses her. “Unlikely,” he disagrees quietly against her lips. “It’ll probably be Kendrick,” he adds, pulling her closer, their naked bodies flush against each other.

“I can get behind that.” Dilara runs a hand through his thick hair and hooks a leg around his waist, flipping them over. Straddling him, she takes in his expression of surprise and arousal in equal measure. “I still think it’ll be Kanye, though. Record of the Year is always someone controversial,” she points out, flipping her long hair over one shoulder and straightening up.

Taehyung shakes his head slowly. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

He says it in Korean, but this Dilara can understand. She doesn’t bother suppressing her smile. “So you agree with me?”

He grins. “Sure. Unless you’re wrong.” He’s gone blond once again, for their comeback and upcoming tour. It’s a sunny golden, thick and brushing the tops of his ears and reaching the nape of his neck. He looks unbelievably handsome, like a work of art sculpted just for her.

She narrows her eyes playfully and adjusts herself on top of him, his erection brushing against her arse cheeks and making her toes curl automatically. “What do I get if I’m right?”

He holds her hips. “What do you want?”

“Write me a song.”

“I’ll write you a hundred,” he promises, just as she slides onto him, their sighs of pleasure occurring in unison. She moves slowly, rolling her hips into his and feeling his length inside her as he helps her along. It’s slow, soft and loving, the morning sun streaming in through the gaps in the curtains as she rides him, his fingers steady on her flesh and his gaze holding hers until the end.

“What time do we need to leave?” Dilara asks a little while later, flushed and on her back as she checks her phone. Her heart is still racing slightly, at a comfortable, post-coital pace.

“Hm, around four?” Taehyung answers, putting down his own phone and scooching over to her. He slides his arm around her waist and rests his chin comfortably on her shoulder. “But me and Jimin have to film something before that so you’ll have to come with the others. Unless you want to come with us?” he offers, squeezing her waist affectionately.

But Dilara shakes her head. “That’s okay. I don’t think I’ll be ready before that. I have to go pick up my dress and then Kaya and I have plans to go to lunch, get our hair done…” She places her phone back on the nightstand and turns to face him.

“Wow. So you two are friends, then? If you’re getting your hair done together,” he points out seriously. He fingers a curl falling down her neck. “Your hair looks amazing like this - why do you even need to get it done?”

She chuckles. “Yeah? Should I just turn up to the Grammys afterparty with sex hair and messy curls?”

“Sounds perfect.”

She rolls her eyes and tucks her hair back self-consciously. “Not going to happen. We don’t have award-winning stylists to do our hair and make-up,” she reminds him, poking his shoulder. “And I like Kaya. She’s fun.”

“M-hm.” He kisses her but pulls away abruptly. “Are you sure you don’t mind watching the show from backstage, though?”

“Absolutely,” she replies, shaking her head immediately. “I have no desire to sneak around the cameras and hope we don’t get spotted together. Kaya and I will chill backstage,” she tells him, wrapping her hands around his neck and sinking into his embrace, “cheer for you during your performance -” She kisses him slowly, slipping her tongue into his mouth, “- and meet you at the afterparty.”

Taehyung kisses her back and rolls on top of her, his blond hair brushing her cheeks. “I love you,” he murmurs before pulling away and frowning slightly. “Did you say you have to pick up your dress?”

“Yeah, it’s a Jenny Packham dress from her fall collection and it’s gorgeous. I have it on hold at a store here - shit, I should actually leave soon.” With an enormous effort, Dilara kisses him quickly and gently nudges him off, smirking at his dramatic groan. Swinging her legs off the bed, she begins searching for clothes.

“Can I see the dress?” he asks, still lying down as she pulls on his striped white button-down shirt from last night.

“Yeah, at the show.”

His jaw drops. “Seriously? It’s a secret?”

She gives him a look, now pulling on a pair of cotton shorts from her suitcase. “It wasn’t, but it can be. It’s a really nice dress and I want your reaction to the whole thing, with hair and shoes and all. It doesn’t work if I show you a picture of it beforehand,” she reasons.

“Huh.” Taehyung sits up on his knees and reaches for his joggers at the end of the bed. “Interesting. Sort of like a wedding dress.”

Dilara throws a t-shirt at him. “It’s not a wedding dress,” she states, her stomach fluttering without warning despite this being one of his favourite bits.

“Are you sure? Because I can roll with that,” he says seriously, pulling on the t-shirt and running his hands through his messy hair. “My outfit for today hasn’t been decided yet and I know there’s a white jacket that’s available -”

“Tae, I swear to God, don’t even joke about -”

“- but we should coordinate everything else, though, like a garter or -”

Dilara walks backwards with warm cheeks as Taehyung steps towards her, his forehead creased like he’s concentrating hard. “I’m going to kill you, I really am -” She turns around and opens the door of his room, hurrying outside and ignoring him as he continues.

“- and if you’re wearing like a - how do you say it in English? That white cloth that comes over your face -”

“I’m not even listening, I’m just - oh, God!” She shrieks, partly in surprise and partly because of her heart skipping her beat when he grabs her around the waist and her feet leave the floor.

“That really bothers you, doesn’t it?” Taehyung asks teasingly after he puts her down in the open kitchen of the shared suite. The doors to the other two rooms are still closed, leaving them alone in the expanse of the combined living room and kitchen area.

“No,” she disagrees automatically, popping two slices of bread into the toaster as she feels him come up behind her. “It’s just annoying. Like you,” she adds, poking him in the stomach.

He pokes her back. “You’re annoying.”

“You’re more annoying.”

“You’re -“

They jump slightly when the toaster dings and the bread pops up, dry and toasted.

“Ooh, there’s jam,” he says, digressing and reaching behind her to pull a tray with small, pretty jars lined up on it. “Strawberry, obviously,” he decides, picking up a pink jar.

“Oh, no, try the blueberry…”

“Apricot? That doesn’t sound good at all…”

“I see your apricot and I raise you -“ She picks up a jar at the end and holds it up, wrinkling her nose. “- dates.”

Taehyung snickers, unscrewing the lid of the blueberry jam and lathering a generous amount on his toast with a butter knife.

“Oh, I can’t have sugar,” she tells him when he offers her some, and bites into the plain toast. “What? I’m two weeks away from the first race. I can’t risk a single unwanted calorie.”

Taehyung frowns, dipping his finger into the jam. “Not even a taste?” he asks, waving a dollop of the sweet-smelling jelly in front of her.

She groans and leans back against the island. “Don’t tempt me,” she warns him, knocking his hand away.

“Just one.”

“No way. I’m already making an exception for later today where I intend to have one or many mimosas at lunch,” she points out.

“Fine.” He makes a big show of sucking it off his finger and smacking his lips while she narrows her eyes at him. “You said you didn’t want any,” he reminds her, stepping towards her and taking a large bite of his toast, leaving a smear of jam on the tip of his nose.

Pursing her lips in amusement, Dilara reaches up on the tips of her toes and licks it off. “Just made an exception.”

Taehyung’s face breaks out into a grin, but he visibly reins it in. Placing his hands on either side of her, he presses a sweet kiss to her cheek. “You know what you just did,” he says, taking another bite of his toast, “was a very married couple kind of thing to -“

“I hate you.”

“You really don’t.”

“Yes, I do…”

They’re kissing in between giggles and bites of toast when the front door opens.

“Oh!” Jungkook immediately screws his eyes shut and halts in place, looking like he’s walked into an invisible wall. Jimin strolls in along with him, simply raising his eyebrows at them as they separate reluctantly.

“Told you they’ll have food,” says Jimin in Korean, dropping his gym bag on the floor. He comes over to examine the plate of jams and looks up in mild horror. “That’s it? Bread and jam?”

“Haven’t you lived on worse?” Dilara tosses him the wireless landline. “It’s technically your hotel suite. Feel free to order room service. JK, what about you? JK?” She turns to see him still standing in the same place with his eyes closed, his neck and ears red.

“Nothing for me, thanks.”

Taehyung frowns curiously at him as he chews his toast while Jimin reaches over and taps his hip with the phone. “I’m getting shakshuka,” he informs him. “They have eggs benedict, too.”

Jungkook finally peels his eyes open slowly and clears his throat, placing his gym bag next to Jimin’s and coming up next to him. “Uh, yeah, sure.” He looks up gingerly at Dilara and Taehyung across the island and his shoulders visibly relax, as though relieved to confirm that they’re no longer snogging. “What about you guys?”

“Just toast for me. But,” she adds, “may I tempt you to try the best jam offered by the Hilton?” She reaches across the island to where the tray of jams is next to Jimin’s elbow. “Hint: it contains dates.”

As she struggles to reach the tray while Jimin remains unbothered, the wide collar of Taehyung’s shirt falls open slightly. It takes her a moment to remember she isn’t wearing a bra and another to sense eyes on her. Before she can confirm, however, Taehyung’s arm appears in front of her.

“Or you can try the apricot,” he suggests, placing the bottle on the island. Dilara looks up to see his gaze on Jungkook, both knowing and just the slightest bit amused.

Jungkook’s face reddens again. “Apricot sounds good,” he mumbles, taking the bottle and sliding off the bar stool he was sitting on.

Taehyung snickers under his breath as he leaves while Dilara smacks his arm playfully, suppressing her own smile when the door opens for the second time.

“Told you they’d have food,” says Namjoon with Kaya entering beside him. She’s already dressed in jeans and an off-shoulder top, looking fresh and glowing as she runs a hand through her long hair, the other interlaced loosely with her boyfriend’s fingers.

“Are you ready to go?” she asks Dilara, dropping his hand and taking Jungkook’s vacated seat. Meanwhile, Namjoon examines the lone packet of bread in disappointment.

“Yeah, just need to shower.”

Namjoon’s head snaps up. “You should hurry. We need to leave at four on the dot, so you guys should be back before then.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be ten minutes.” Dilara swallows the last of her toast and skips into Taehyung’s room, shutting the door behind her.

When she returns, showered and doused in sunscreen for a sunny day in Los Angeles, Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook and Namjoon are sharing one plate of shakshuka, looking extremely tragic as they do. Kaya observes them with a frown, looking somewhat sympathetic but also mildly concerned.

“We’re performing today,” says Jimin defensively, giving Namjoon a sideways glare, before Dilara even opens her mouth.

“Hey, no judgement,” she replies. “We’re just going to leave you guys to… this.”

“Yeah,” agrees Kaya slowly, rubbing Namjoon’s shoulder and kissing him on the cheek. “Enjoy your… plate.”

“There’s no need to rub it in,” sniffs Taehyung. Namjoon gives her a forlorn look but doesn’t respond, while Jungkook nods sadly.

“We’ll bring you back a muffin or something,” suggests Dilara. “For after the performance.”

All of them mumble incoherently, scraping their forks on the ceramic plate as Kaya and Dilara leave them.

“Remember we need to leave at four!” Namjoon calls out at the last moment.

“Yes, love you!” Kaya replies and shuts the door behind her and raises her eyebrows. “Never a good idea to be around them when they’re hungry,” she mutters as they head down the carpeted hallway.

Dilara snickers, pressing the elevator button. “I didn’t want to say it in front of them, but I’m so glad we got a reservation at this place for lunch. They have the best sushi - and mimosas.”

“Thank God,” says Kaya as they head down. “I was afraid I was going to have to share that shakshuka with them.”

While Dilara could only take a handful of days away from training to visit Los Angeles, she’d jumped at the chance to do it anyway. She missed Taehyung, she missed the sun and although it was pleasantly unexpected, she was looking forward to hanging out with Kaya again.

It wasn’t a huge surprise to her - and even less to Namjoon, who had casually deduced that it was due to the extreme lack of female presence in her life that she had taken to Kaya so quickly.

She’d been FaceTiming Taehyung and had asked if Kaya would be coming as well, when Namjoon had popped up in the background to confirm that she would and to additionally provide this insight. Dilara had been about to disagree out of habit when it occurred to her that outside of Lexie, she didn’t actually have a single female friend.

While Lexie is her closest friend, there is something entirely different about Kaya, something so mature and put together that it stirs something admiring in Dilara, almost intimidatingly so. It also helps that she looks like the consummate girl next door from a movie, all long hair and sweet perfume and gorgeous smiles and unknowing double takes from men they pass on the street.

“He’s cute.” Dilara gestures as subtly as she can to a guy walking a German Shepherd across the street.

Kaya turns to see him smile back at her and continues walking, shrugging awkwardly. “I guess. Not really my type, though.”

“Yeah? What’s your type?”

“Tall. Broad. Pretty basic.” She chuckles and gives Dilara a knowing look, sipping at the straw of the iced coffee in her hand.

Dilara returns her smile and adjusts the shopping bags on her arm, glancing at the Jenny Packham box inside the biggest one. Mildly considering that she may have overhyped the dress to Taehyung, she winces and pushes the box down and looks up to see a flash.

Her heart skips an enormous beat for a moment. “Shit,” she mutters, side-eyeing the woman who’s just clicked a picture of her from inside the coffee shop they just passed. “I think I’m paranoid. Ever since Taehyung and I got back together, I just assume that someone’s taking my picture because they know.” She hears a couple of more clicks and winces. “Sorry… but your picture might end up on an obscure sports Instagram account somewhere”

Kaya clicks her tongue sympathetically. “Don’t worry about it. And, yeah, I used to feel that, too, in the beginning. No one was taking pictures of me,” she clarifies, “but if someone even looked at me funny, my mind went straight to the worst possible scenario. Does your PR team know, though?” she asks after a moment. “In case it ever does come out?”

“Oh.” This isn’t something that’s occurred to Dilara. “Do you think I need to? Actually, yeah,” she muses, frowning at the hypothetical possibilities. “Maybe I should tell Red Bull. They do have a brand to think of.”

“Yeah, and if it’s anything illegal, then they’ll have the power to shut it down,” she points out. “You should talk to Taehyung about it, too. There’s probably protocol at his end as well.”

Dilara bites her lip, a little overwhelmed and marvelling briefly at the depth of knowledge Kaya seems to have about this. “Yeah, probably. Does Namjoon have, like, legal plans in place, too?”

“M-hm.” She nods, taking another sip of her coffee. Her dark eyes are wide and earnest, as though she’s talking about dinner plans with him. “I mean, I’m not famous so I’m guessing it’s more along the lines of social media and tabloids and stuff as compared to, like -” She shrugs “- if I’m being stalked or something.”

“Wow.” Dilara raises her eyebrows. “Sorry, you just seem really calm about… the possibility of being stalked.”

Kaya waves a nonchalant hand. “It’s just him being overly-cautious. Namjoon is very protective.” She says it with a shake of the head, but Dilara can still detect a hint of pride at the statement.

They head to lunch after that and decide to take a table inside to protect their freshly-styled hair. The owner ends up being a Formula 1 fan, possibly one of the few that exists in America, and almost trips over himself when he comes over.

“I may have a restaurant in Los Angeles but I could never forget someone who represents my country,” he says emotionally before declaring them free drinks for the rest of the afternoon.

“Is this normal?” Kaya asks in a hushed voice after he leaves. She’s on her third drink and her skin is glowing more than ever. Her eyes are bright and her speech is slightly faster than it was before, but Dilara finds it ridiculously endearing.

“The free stuff? Kind of, not a lot.” Dilara shrugs, starting a fresh drink. “It mostly happens abroad. Nobody in England gives a fuck. I’m sure this happens to the guys in Korea, though,” she adds curiously.

But Kaya shakes her head. “Oh, no. Well, not in my experience at least. Namjoon usually calls the restaurant ahead and they make sure we get a table with privacy and everything, but it doesn’t involve free stuff unless they’re promoting it. I prefer it that way, though,” she says after a moment. “It makes our dates feel normal.” She shrugs in a shy, private way.

Dilara tries to picture Namjoon as she knows him - the leader, serious and focused for all their schedules during the Red Bull and BTS partnership last year - with the version Kaya seems to be referring to, the one that takes his girlfriend on dates and holds her hand out of habit.

“Does the long distance thing get easier, though?” she asks after a moment, biting her lip. “Because the first time Tae and I tried, it… it sort of went up in flames,” she confesses, realising somewhere in the back of her mind that the alcohol is starting to get to her as well, if she’s uttering these thoughts out loud.

Surprisingly, Kaya nods. “It definitely does,” she answers. “You get used to it, actually. The work takes over, the in-person times get better.” She chuckles and finishes the last of her drink. “The fights get weirder.”

“Our fights are pretty weird already,” she mutters.

“They’ll get more so. Last week, Namjoon and I had this huge fight because I forgot to lock my front door again.” She rolls her eyes. “I mean - yeah, he wasn’t totally wrong and it was maybe careless of me but I live in a safe building, you know? I know all my neighbours.”

Dilara nods, sensing they might be nearing the venting stage of their day-drinking session. But just then, Kaya glances at her phone.

“We should probably head back, though. I’m going to need to sober up before we leave,” she admits, wincing theatrically.

They ask for the cheque and leave soon after, and it becomes apparent to Dilara as they reach the hotel that Kaya was not exaggerating her need to sober up. She can’t help but enjoy it, though; it’s been a long time since she’s enjoyed a normal day out with a girlfriend with whom she’s felt such an immediate kinship. Kaya is an adorable drunk, she discovers, one that seems to shed a layer of her maturity and grown-up aura after a few drinks.

“It’s… wow, we have forty-five minutes to go,” remarks Dilara as they enter the lobby.

“And that’s why I suggested doing the hair stuff in the beginning. I had a feeling I might go overboard with the drinks,” points out Kaya, rummaging in her bag. “Where is my phone, my phone… oh, it’s in my pocket…”

She’s slurring less than she was before, though, which Dilara takes as a good sign. The elevator door opens and they’re met with Namjoon standing inside, fully dressed in a designer suit and his dark blond hair styled, his head low over his phone. The moment he looks up, however, his deep frown fades and a relieved smile spreads across his face.

“Thank God, I thought you guys were -”

“Hey, babe!” Kaya hops in, wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him on the mouth. He takes a moment but his hands come up to rest on her waist when she pulls away and takes in his figure. “Shit, you look hot.”

Namjoon raises his eyebrows. “Um, I - thanks. You look…” He frowns at her as she moves to stand next to him. “Are you drunk?”

She groans and places her head on his shoulder, holding his arm, while Dilara suppresses a smile at how concerned he looks. “Just a little.” She straightens up and carefully brushes her hair off her face. “I just need a black coffee and I’ll be fine.”

Namjoon’s tongue pokes through his chin but he doesn’t say anything, simply holding her waist to steady her. Suddenly feeling awkward, Dilara clears her throat.

“Tae - has he left already?”

“About half an hour ago.”

She nods, taking another peek at her dress inside the bag. She may have overhyped it, but Taehyung loves hype, as she’s discovered. The elevator reaches the top floor and opens soundlessly and all three of them step out, Dilara going in the opposite direction as the other two.

“I’ll see you guys downstairs!” She looks back to see Namjoon nod once in response as he and Kaya walk back to the other shared room, tall and beautiful, holding hands.

They reach the room and Kaya lets go of his hand, suddenly exhausted. She reaches the bed and falls backwards on it, welcoming the cool air conditioning and groaning again.

“How awesome would a nap be right now?” she mumbles, before rubbing her face and sitting up. “Could you order me a coffee? I’ll start getting ready.” She slides off the bed and heads into the bathroom, frowning when he doesn’t respond. “Joon?”

She steps outside and sees him in front of the full length mirror, strapping on a watch and notably silent. His jaw is hardened and Kaya’s heart skips an uncomfortable beat.

“What’s wrong?”

Namjoon doesn’t look up at her. “It’s…” He checks the watch. “... three twenty-five and you’re asking me this question?”

She frowns, wondering if she’s missing something. “You said we had to leave at four. That means I still have -”

“Yeah, I can do the math.” He cuts her off. “But you’re also drunk. Was that really necessary? Today?”

“I’m not drunk,” she clarifies. “I’m… a little buzzed, that’s all. And that’s why I asked for that coffee -”

“I don’t have time to order you a coffee, Kaya!”

“Fine! I’ll just have the one in the room -”

“That’s not the point!” Namjoon shakes his head as his phone pings and he picks it up. He sighs as he reads it before looking up at her. “This is an important night for me - and a stressful one. I don’t need to be worried about getting you sober or -”

“You don’t have to!” she exclaims. “I’ll make my own coffee and I’ll -”

“You’re going to drink a coffee, get dressed and everything in half an hour?”

“Yes, I will! Namjoon, I’m not going to ruin your night just because I had a couple of drinks at -”

But she’s cut off by his phone ringing, which he answers and speaks into in Korean, pinching the bridge of his nose and nodding. Kaya shakes her head but falls silent, her buzz having rapidly disappeared but her heart now feeling uncomfortably heavy.

Namjoon nods and hangs up, taking a moment before looking up at her. “You know what? I can’t fight with you right now - we’re getting late. Will you meet me downstairs?” He waits for her to nod silently before striding over to the door.

Kaya turns to go back to the bathroom, spotting her dress in its cover hanging on the clothes rack in the open closet. She stops in her tracks when she hears him speak again.

“I really needed you to have my back today, Kaya.” Before she can respond, the door closes shut.

—

The green room backstage at the Grammys is more spacious than Dilara would’ve predicted. She realises she may have been picturing her own changing rooms in the paddocks, but the backstage area allotted to BTS is huge; there are make-up chairs and vanity mirrors, comfortable couches, a table on the side with water and healthy snacks, and a row of private changing rooms at the end.

Dilara is engaged in a makeshift game of tossing corn nuts in the air for Jungkook to catch in his mouth, making each attempt a little more complicated than the last. Jimin shows up midway but gets annoyed when he doesn’t catch a single one, opting instead to sabotage Jungkook.

“Higher, higher - he has a weak left side!” Jimin shrieks as Dilara chucks another one in the air, both of them guffawing when Jungkook trips and falls to the floor in his attempt to catch it.

“I still got it!” Jungkook points out, chewing on the corn nut and getting to his feet. A stylist appears from seemingly nowhere and begins dusting off his trousers, giving Dilara a dirty look as she leaves.

Deciding to make the rest of the game simpler, she tosses another nut in the air, but it’s caught in the air halfway to Jungkook. Jimin cackles melodiously at Jungkook’s momentarily stumped face when the corn nut doesn’t reach him, but no one else pays attention.

“Can I borrow my girlfriend for a minute?” Taehyung asks, face smooth and impassive, looking right at Dilara.

Unable to suppress her smile this time, she nods, having expected this. She tosses the bag of corn nuts on the nearest dressing table and lets Taehyung lead her to the back of the green room, away from everyone’s view, until they’re alone and she turns and leans backwards against the wall, pulling him to her by the hand.

“This is the wedding dress?” He fingers the thin floor-length chiffon material before running his hand up slowly up her hip and stopping at her waist. “The one I couldn’t see?”

She slaps his shoulder, albeit with less force than this morning, her heart quickening at their proximity and his height towering over her. “This is the one,” she confirms, tugging him closer by the arms so he’s pressed up against her. “Tell me it wasn’t just a little better waiting to see it in person instead of a picture.”

“It was worth the wait,” he murmurs in agreement, kissing her and pulling her close. Dilara responds with enthusiasm, satisfied with his reaction. Long, backless and floral, she made sure to come into his sight only a few minutes ago when he’d been outside, talking to the producer and a couple more people. She’d stayed by the doorway, waiting for him to notice her before giving him a brief, slow twirl and backing into the green room until he excused himself to come to her. She knows it’s a nice dress, but she knows the build-up to it was even better.

They separate before they get carried away and Dilara leans back again, happy and tingly all over. “You look sexy,” she comments, stroking the lapels of his jacket before pointing to the row of doors next to her. “Do you know if these changing rooms are empty?”

He grins. “They better be after we’re done with the performance. How was your day?” he asks, shaking out his styled blond hair and adjusting the bangs so they fall effortlessly over his forehead.

“Good. Haven’t had a girls’ day in a while. When do you go on stage?”

Taehyung exhales. “About fifteen minutes.” He looks like he’s about to say something before shaking his head. “How was, uh… wait, so you had a nice girls’ day. That’s good. Kaya is always alone at these things but now she has you.” He punctuates his sentence with an affectionate pinch to her cheek. “Did you get here okay?”

“Yeah, it was fine. I think she and Namjoon are fighting, though,” she says, wincing slightly. “They didn’t say a word to each other in the car and now you guys are going on stage soon…” She frowns when Taehyung hums distractedly, his eyes on the floor. “Hey. Are you okay?”

He bites his lip and looks up, and Dilara is surprised to see him looking anxious. “Just… just nervous. A little.” He exhales deeply again.

“Wait, really? You still get nervous? I mean -” She realises this might not be the right thing to say. “Well… don’t be. You’ll be amazing. You guys always are.”

Taehyung nods, looking slightly better. “I know. It’s just… Grammys.” He runs a hand over his mouth and smooths his hair back again.

“Um…” Dilara wonders if this might be the right way to go about it. “Do you need help calming down? Maybe I can be of some assistance.” Hesitantly, she lowers a hand below his belt and gently runs her fingers over his crotch. “Might get your mind off it?”

It takes him a moment to realise what she’s offering and a smile flashes across his face. “I… I love you. But I think I might lose all focus if you get anywhere near that right now,” he confesses.

Dilara nods and moves her hand away, squeezing his shoulders comfortingly. “After the show, then.”

“After the show. Come here,” he murmurs, pulling her to him and kissing her again. It’s faster this time, a little more heated with his anxiety out in the open. She gasps into his mouth when his hand tightens on her hips and he pulls away, a little breathless. “Maybe we can still -”

But just then, there’s a shout in Korean and he squeezes his eyes shut. “Sorry,” he mutters, opening them slowly. “I have to -”

“Go. And don’t worry,” she tells him, kissing him quickly. “You’re going to crush it. I love you.”

He nods gratefully and they head back to the common area where the members are all gathering in a circle with Namjoon in the middle. Dilara squeezes Taehyung’s hand before they separate, and she joins Kaya by one of the couches where she’s sitting by herself, her eyes on her boyfriend before they flicker away.

“How are you doing?” Dilara asks her.

“Totally sober,” she replies shortly.

Dilara is reasonably convinced that they’re definitely in a disagreement of some sort. They’ve been simply keeping their distance ever since they left the hotel, barely saying a word to each other but drawing no additional attention to themselves. It’s a departure from how happy she’d looked when she’d seen him in the elevator this afternoon - and how his eyes had lit up when he’d seen her.

Now, despite Kaya looking absolutely sensational in a simple red satin slip dress with nothing but straps at the back, Namjoon has been maintaining his distance, although Dilara has caught him glancing over at her every few minutes when she isn’t looking.

She turns her attention back to Taehyung, though, waving at him when he turns to glance back at her as they leave to go on stage.

“Good luck, guys!” she calls, and a few of them return it with a chorus of thank you Dilaras. She notices Namjoon and Kaya hold each other’s gaze for a couple of seconds, where she mouths a tentative good luck and he nods back after a moment.

—

Taehyung sees nothing but lights, his members and dozens of faces in the audience that blur into each other. It’s a new song they’re performing, one they’re nominated for, and they give it everything they have. After weeks of practice, it’s expected.

It ends with thunderous applause from the audience. There’s cheering and whistles and although his heart is racing from the choreography, the response only makes the blood flow even faster. Next to him, the members are holding their ending poses until the lights dim and black out and all of them relax, grinning silently at each other at a successful performance.

Out of instinct, he looks to his left at the wings of the stage to see a few assistants and stylists, but between them, looking unbelievably angelic in her long, flowing dress - Dilara. She’s clapping and smiling right back at him, proud, affectionate and - he knows he’s not imagining it - aroused. She bites her lip at him and he grins and smirks back at her, when her gaze shifts slightly and the eye-fucking disappears, to be replaced by a dramatic narrowing of the eyes and her middle finger flashing momentarily.

Taehyung glances to his left to see Jungkook grinning and winking in her direction. His heart stutters unexpectedly for a moment and he almost misses when the producer signals for them to get off stage.

“What was that?” he mutters to Jungkook, after tapping his mic to check that it’s switched off.

“What?” Jungkook turns to him, panting and similarly out of breath. “Oh. Nothing. We had a bet.”

He provides no further explanation as they get off stage and everyone in the wings scrambles to make room for them. Taehyung notices Dilara gliding back to the green room with Kaya and follows them with a mild uneasiness he can’t quite place. But once everyone reaches and the mics are taken off, he searches for her to see her with eyes for no one but him, smiling radiantly and holding out a hand for him to take.

“Are you still too nervous?” she murmurs against his lips as they stumble into a private changing room. It’s dim but empty, smelling vaguely of cologne and powder.

“Not for this.” Taehyung grabs her hips and walks her backwards until she feels a dressing table behind her. The adrenaline is still flowing in his veins with fervour and the feel of her fingers unbuttoning his shirt and running through his hair makes him instantly hard.

“You were so sexy on stage,” she sighs, her mouth hot against his skin, from his collarbone to his sternum. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. All I kept thinking about was -” She nips at his stomach right above his belt, making him gasp, “- that you’re mine -” She unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his trousers, lightly biting his erection, “- and that you’re going to come off stage -” She lowers his boxers with her teeth “- and fuck me until everyone at that afterparty knows what you’ve done to me.”

Taehyung’s mind feels like it’s on autopilot when her lips wrap around his cock. He groans quietly, closing his eyes and dipping his head back as she takes him in. His hand goes to cradle her head in place, burying his fingers in her loose curls and gently clutching them. He looks down to see her dress spread out around her like fallen flowers and he knows he can’t wait any longer.

“Come up,” he whispers, tugging her up by her shoulders. “We don’t have a lot of time until they call me back.” He pulls her close by the waist and kisses her again before nudging her to turn around.

Dilara does so immediately, sweeping her long hair over one shoulder and shivering when he strokes her bare spine with a finger. “That means you’re not going to make me wait?” she asks hopefully, sighing when he presses rapid, wet kisses to her shoulder blade and pulls her flush against him, his chest warm against her back.

“Lucky you,” he murmurs, squeezing her breast and feeling her nipples hard and erect through the thin material. “God, I love you, Lara…” He nips at her ear before pulling one strap of her dress down her shoulder. He thinks of her expression from the wings again; direct, flushed, turned on as she returned his gaze…

“What was the bet?” he mutters against her earlobe, his hands tightening on her hips and bunching the fabric of her dress in his hand.

Dilara sighs distractedly. “What?”

“The bet,” he repeats calmly, biting her skin softly between his teeth and his tongue. “With Jungkook.”

“I don’t…” She reaches backwards to hold his head in place, tilting her neck. “Oh… nothing. I bet him he couldn’t sneak a… a moonwalk into the performance somewhere,” she murmurs. “Fuck, that feels good…”

Taehyung frowns, his mouth on her neck. “Did he?” He pushes her erection against her arse, hearing her gasp. “Did he do the moonwalk?”

But Dilara seems to have lost track of their conversation entirely. She reaches behind her and feels for his erection, wrapping her fingers around it. “God, Tae, you said you wouldn’t make me wait,” she whines. “I want you…”

“I did say that,” he mutters in agreement, lifting up her dress and reaching under it for her underwear. She sighs in relief and helps him hastily with the fabric when a loud knock interrupts them.

“Fuck!” Dilara exclaims in shock, freezing and looking towards the door. “No, no, no…”

Taehyung drops his head on her shoulder in frustration, his erection throbbing in anticipation of what was about to happen. The voice outside, belonging to one of the producers, is dry and uncaring as it knocks on all the doors one by one to tell the members to assemble for a recording.

“Damn it.” Dilara’s shoulders deflate and she sighs, straightening up and fixing her dress. Taehyung pulls his trousers back up, wincing as he tucks his erection back in and hoping it’ll disappear soon.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, turning her around to face him. She shrugs as she helps him button up his shirt, but he can tell she’s disappointed, mostly because he is, too. Finally, when they’re both presentable again, she looks up at him.

“You were really fantastic on stage today,” she says, straightening his blond bangs and giving him a small smile. “I prefer watching from the audience, though.”

He smiles back, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Really? It’s easier to sneak into a dressing room when you’re backstage, though.”

“Good point,” she agrees, reaching up to kiss him. They share a sweet, loving kiss and Taehyung squeezes her affectionately, suddenly so grateful that she was able to make it here this weekend.

There’s a shout this time and the voice is unmistakable as Hoseok’s, calling Taehyung’s name in a very knowing tone.

Dilara pulls away and exhales sharply. “Tonight,” she says, and he nods. “Properly. Without interruptions. I didn’t spend a bunch of money on this dress so I could take it off myself,” she informs him and opens the door.

“Is that permission to rip it off?” he clarifies as they walk out. “Just in case I get carried away?”

“I will kill you if you rip it, Tae…”

The group films a quick clip against the backdrop of the green room, taking a few attempts until everyone makes it through the script without error. Jungkook is in the middle, twiddling his thumbs and nodding into the camera with gigantic eyes while Namjoon next to him does most of the talking, looking very tall and reassuring as he talks about their nomination.

Taehyung sneaks a look at Dilara behind the cameras and crew, leaning against one of the vanity mirrors next to Kaya. She catches his eye and gives him a gorgeous smile, and he feels his heart skip a beat. Her scent still feels like it’s lingering; something expensive and fragrant and he takes a deep breath on camera, trying to hang on to it.

He doesn’t get an opportunity to get near it again for nearly an hour, once everyone is segregated into different cars for the half-a-block ride to the afterparty.

One of the male stylists suggests a couple of times to Kaya to take a jacket because it might get cold at night, until she politely and firmly declines. She and Dilara enter the party first, before any of the members arrive and make a beeline for the open bar.

“I think I’ve had enough alcohol for today.” Kaya purses her lips and asks for a lemon spritzer, using the plastic stirrer with a sigh. In the midst of the party, complete with celebrities only seen on TV wearing the most outrageous outfits, Kaya looks extremely out of place in a normal dress and heels.

“How long before we can officially start acknowledging the guys in public again?” Dilara asks, mostly in an effort to engage her, but also because she’d been a little taken aback by the categorical instructions that the producers had given her and Kaya just before they’d gotten into the car.

“Usually about an hour or so,” supplies Kaya, taking a deep breath and sipping her drink. “The photographers apparently only show up at the beginning to cover the event and after that it’s a private party. Or something,” she adds after a moment, sounding disgruntled. “Who cares, right? It’s not like we know anyone else here.”

Dilara is more convinced than ever that she and Namjoon are in a fight. She finds herself strangely invested in it; she imagines this might be what it feels like to watch one’s parents fight.

“Well,” she begins, taking a sip of her drink. “If it helps, I don’t know anyone else here either.” She throws a friendly arm around Kaya’s shoulders. “We can just not know anyone together.”

Kaya gives her a forced smile before spotting something over her shoulder. “Isn’t that Lewis Hamilton over there?”

Dilara’s face goes slack and her arm falls to her side as she whips around. “Holy shit. Holy - it is! What is he doing here?”

“Probably the same thing you are.” Kaya raises her eyebrows. “He’s probably someone’s date,” she explains. “He was at the show, though.”

“Yeah, that’s because he’s Lewis,” reasons Dilara, turning back around to spot him in polite conversation with someone, his dreadlocks pulled back and his deep purple suit sparkling dimly under the strobe lights. “I should go say hi - do you want to come?”

For the first time all evening, Kaya’s face breaks out into an actual smile. “Are you serious? I - Lewis?” She exhales shakily and immediately smooths down her short, satin dress. “Are you sure?”

Dilara grins. “Of course. He’s pretty nice.”

Kaya begins adjusting her hair, looking thoroughly starstruck. “Okay. Shit. He’s, like, my favourite driver. After - after you, of course,” she amends sheepishly, squeezing Dilara’s arm. “You really don’t mind?”

“Despite that, no. I don’t.” She grabs Kaya’s hand and begins walking in his direction. “Come on.” They head over to Lewis, who spots Dilara just as they reach.

There’s some general pleasantries; Dilara can tell Lewis feels just the tiniest bit more comfortable around someone from his territory as he introduces his date, a vaguely familiar singer she can’t place. She introduces Kaya, who blushes and stammers a bit but ends up coming across as awkward and charming all at once.

Dilara clicks a picture of them, then poses with Lewis for one of the official photographers before they separate, at which point BTS finally arrives. She catches Hoseok’s eye first, followed by Taehyung who grins at her, cameras apparently be damned, while Namjoon seems to be very methodically scanning the party until he spots Kaya and his shoulders relax a bit.

While BTS’s producers had given both Dilara and Kaya a mild warning to stay away from the guys initially, no such intimation seems to have reached the group themselves. Jungkook joins them almost immediately, looking surprised but rather enamoured at meeting Lewis, who seems to be vaguely taken off guard at meeting so many new people all of a sudden.

“You’re here with a date, too?” he asks her during a brief moment when Jungkook has to answer his phone in the midst of interrogating Lewis about his gym routine.

“I’m here as a date,” she corrects him, feeling pleasantly tingly as she says it. “This may be totally anti-feminist of me or whatever, but there’s something kind of cool about being on someone’s arm in their… well, in their version of the paddock.”

Lewis chuckles knowingly, glancing briefly at his date who’s speaking to someone else. “Yeah, I get it. It’s a nice change. I didn’t see you at the show, though.”

“Nope, I was watching the show from backstage,” she explains, spotting Taehyung and Hoseok reaching them. “Being a supportive girlfriend and all that,” she adds, smiling at Taehyung as he nears her.

“Oh, well, your boyfriend’s a lucky guy.” He pats Jungkook’s arm, who’s just finished his call, and it takes Dilara a moment to realise what he’s talking about.

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” she clarifies immediately, snickering at Jungkook’s wide eyes and deer-in-headlights expression. “God, no. This is my boyfriend.” She links her arm with Taehyung’s, who’s just reached them, once again taken aback at how handsome he looks in his suit .

Lewis’s smile vanishes and he looks momentarily mortified. “Oh, damn. Sorry, man, I just assumed - but my mistake. Lewis,” he introduces himself, offering his hand. Taehyung shakes it and introduces himself, but Dilara can hear the slight clip in his words and after some awkward conversation, they disperse.

“I thought you guys couldn’t be seen with us.” Dilara takes care to keep her hands to herself as she and Taehyung head over to the bar, noticing the frequent and admiring glances he gets from other guests. She moves a little closer to him, their shoulders brushing.

“I don’t really care about that here,” he says dismissively, taking her hand but letting it go a moment later. “Unless you do? If you’re worried about the cameras, we can stay away,” he assures her. “Most of these photographers won’t be able to publish anything about us without the company going after them, but if you have a problem…”

“I don’t want to,” she admits, her shoulders slumping a little. “I thought I’d be invisible at this party but now that Lewis is here, this is going to make its way into the sports’ page somehow.” She shudders. “There’s nothing worse than an athlete’s love life being made public. Takes away from the sport entirely. Only playboy-Lewis can get away with it,” she adds, glancing in his direction a little resentfully.

“It’s settled, then,” says Taehyung, stopping at the bar and asking for a whiskey with soda. “We’ll keep our distance tonight. No acting like a couple.”

Dilara nods, setting her empty glass on the bar and leaning against it. “No holding hands, no kissing.”

“No dancing. No matter the song,” he adds, rolling his eyes as one of their mutual favourite R&B tracks begins playing.

She makes a face and nudges his arm. “Nothing at all. Not until we get back to the hotel.”

“M-hm.” He nods, taking a sip from his drink. “Then I can get under that beautiful dress and eat you out until you’re begging for my cock,” he says nonchalantly, his deep voice low and still cutting through the loud music.

Dilara almost chokes, feeling a jolt low in her stomach that slowly spreads even lower. “I’m going to hold you to that,” she says weakly, exhaling shakily as a faint smirk spreads across his face.

“Can’t wait.” He glances around them and quickly presses a chaste kiss to her cheek. “See you later, jagiya.” He walks past her and blends into the crowd, turning around and giving her a smile just before he disappears.

Her heart still racing, Dilara looks around for something to distract her. She spots a figure in shiny red, long blown-out black hair casually falling down one shoulder, standing alone with a glass and looking like a lonely, troubled protagonist from an R-rated indie movie about drugs and shady characters.

“Heyyy,” she says slowly, sidling up to Kaya. “How’s it going?”

“Fabulous.” Her excited demeanour while meeting Lewis seems to have disappeared entirely, to be replaced by a sarcastic, slightly put-out tone. She briefly glances diagonally across before scoffing quietly and turning away.

Dilara follows her gaze to see Namjoon, in conversation with a tall woman with purple hair whose back is to them, speaking animatedly over the music. As she watches, the woman laughs at something he says and flirtatiously pushes his shoulder.

“Oh, shit,” mutters Dilara, wincing slightly.

“Do you think it’ll cause a scene if I kick something right now?” Kaya murmurs, looking deliberately into her glass.

“Possibly,” she replies, trying not to make it obvious to Namjoon that they’re talking about him. “If it helps, he’s not encouraging her. And he’s - oh, God - he’s looking over here,” she mutters quickly, her eyes snapping away.

“Yeah, he’s been doing that. It’s not helping.”

Dilara sneaks another look and wrinkles her nose a little. “I mean… he really doesn’t seem comfortable with it.”

It’s true, for Namjoon, while being polite and engaging, seems to be making every effort to maintain a professional distance. His hands are in his pockets and he subtly leans away every few seconds whenever the woman he’s talking to gets closer. His gaze darts furtively in Kaya’s direction again, who seems to be determined not to acknowledge him.

“Well, he’s still there, isn’t he?” Kaya snaps quietly, taking a large sip of her clear drink. “Sorry,” she murmurs after a moment. “It’s just annoying watching this every time, you know? They think he’s single and I have to keep my damn distance…” She shakes her head.

“Hey, I get it,” agrees Dilara sympathetically. “He’s looking over here again, though.”

Kaya raises her eyebrows, not turning around. “Yeah? You think I should walk away?”

“Oh, definitely. Sweep your hair back as you do; it’ll drive him crazy.”

“Okay, tell me when.”

“Okay…” Dilara glances at Namjoon as subtly as she can for confirmation. “I’m going to go this way now. Wait five seconds and go the opposite way.”

“Got it. Thanks.”

They nod shortly at each other before Dilara sweeps away, her long dress flowing behind her.

Kaya waits the appropriate amount of time but unable to resist, looks back over her shoulder at Namjoon again, just to see him nod and smile at something the woman says, his dimple visible all the way from over her. The woman goes in to hug him and Namjoon instinctively hugs her back with one arm and winces slightly, his eyes darting right towards Kaya.

Irritated beyond belief, she scoffs quietly and walks away, certainly less attractive than Dilara had advised. It’s a crowded party, though, and everyone seems to be actively enjoying themselves which she finds thoroughly unfair right now. Finally, she reaches the entrance and takes a turn into a balcony, mercifully empty except for a couple of men smoking at the other corner.

She leans over the bannister and sighs in annoyance, unable to appreciate the beauty of the hotel gardens at all. She’ll stay here all night if she has to, she decides, if it means not having to watch her stupid boyfriend with his stupid attractiveness flirt with the stupid women who can’t seem to stay away from it.

The night is chilly, though, and once her chagrin starts to subside somewhat, she feels goosebumps erupt on her arm. She tries unsuccessfully to shake some of her hair over her shoulders to cover the bare skin, regretting not taking that stylist’s advice to bring a jacket.

Mind over matter, she tries to tell herself, braving the cold. Just as she exhales and sees her breath turn into light mist, the cold is suddenly blocked and she feels a jacket being placed over her shoulders. The comfortingly familiar cologne tells her who it is before he appears before her, leaning sideways against the bannister in a slightly sheer black shirt and slacks.

“What are you drinking?” he asks calmly.

“Don’t worry, it’s non-alcoholic,” she mutters, trying to not show her relief at having a jacket. She places her glass on the edge of the bannister and glares in the opposite direction.

After a moment, Namjoon speaks again. “Kaya, that was work.”

“Looked like it.”

He sighs. “I have to be nice or there’ll be an article tomorrow somewhere about how BTS is rude and standoffish. I wasn’t responding to her at all,” he points out gently.

This is irrefutably true, but Kaya is in no mood to agree with him right now. The image of that purple-haired singer grabbing his arm makes her grit her teeth.

“It was pathetic to watch,” she mutters, shaking her head. “What kind of self-respecting woman goes after a guy with a girlfriend?”

He touches her elbow. “Baby, she doesn’t know.”

“Fine, would you like me to go tell her?” she snaps, finally looking up at him. It’s dark but for the moon and the lights from inside the party, but Kaya can still see mouth twist before he purses his lips and a dimple appears on his left cheek. “Shut up,” she mutters, rolling her eyes.

Namjoon snickers quietly, moving closer to her. He looks so handsome - insanely handsome - that it only annoys her even more when his grin widens.

“Alright, you know what? How about I go in there,” she suggests tightly, shrugging off the jacket and slamming it in his chest, “and find some guy to flirt with and we’ll see how funny you find it then.”

“Okay, okay, you’ve made your point,” laughs Namjoon, grabbing her wrist as she turns to leave and tugging her towards him. “You win. And I was not flirting with her.”

Kaya gives him a look but says nothing, folding her arms across her chest as he tenderly places the jacket back around her shoulders.

“I told one of the stylists to tell you to bring a jacket,” he says, his brow furrowing slightly. “I had a feeling it might get cold.”

“Oh,” she murmurs in surprise, as he smooths down the lapels. “Yeah, I - I guess I should’ve brought one.”

Namjoon drops his arms back to his side and tilts his head. “Was I too harsh?” he asks after a moment.

Kaya swallows, her gaze falling to the ground. “You mean back at the hotel or after that, when you abandoned me at a party where I don’t know anybody? Because if it’s the second, then, yes. If it’s the first… no,” she admits. “Not really.”

They’re quiet for a few seconds, the only sounds being from the party inside. Despite the less-than-perfect evening, Kaya can’t help but finally feel a bit relieved to be in his presence. There’s something instantly safer about it; it’s worth the risk of photographers prowling around.

“I know how important your job is to you,” she points out after a moment, looking up at him. “I know how important tonight was for you - do you really think I’d ruin it for you by showing up plastered?”

“I was on edge, okay?” Namjoon runs a hand through his hair. “I was coordinating with a bunch of different people, the company was calling from Korea and -” He gives her a look. “Forgive me, baby, but you… don’t have the best track record when it comes to alcohol.”

Kaya’s eyes automatically widen, despite the cold, hard truth in this statement. “That’s… I - I was nowhere near as bad as Barcelona. Or even that book launch in Seoul last year. I paced myself today.”

“No, I - I’m sure you did.” He nods. “I trust you. But I was… it’s been a crazy stressful day,” he blurts out, suddenly looking far more tired. “Honestly, it’s a miracle we pulled off that performance today. We got through it by the skin of our teeth,” he confesses in a low voice, shaking his head slightly as though he still can’t believe it.

Kaya frowns. “What are you talking about? You guys seemed fine backstage - I mean, from what I could understand.”

“Jin hyung strained his throat this morning during rehearsal and Jungkook pulled a muscle that he kept insisting was fine,” he mutters, rolling his eyes. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer - the entire performance, I just kept worrying he’d fall on stage or something. And then Bang PD called me this morning to tell me about a meeting with Snoop Dogg and his entire team, with, like, an hour of notice.” Namjoon leans back against the bannister and hunches over, resting his hands on his thighs. He exhales hugely, as though he’s been holding his breath all day. “And all this was before lunch.”

“But -” She frowns, feeling her heart ache a little at his little outburst. “Namjoon, why didn’t you tell me any of this?”

“Because you had plans and… and it’s not your job to worry about this, too,” he says vaguely, straightening up but not meeting her eyes. “You’re here for less than a week as it is.”

“Yeah, but I’m here for you!” Kaya shakes her head. “You are the reason I’m here. Walking around Los Angeles is way down in my list, and only because I didn’t want to get in your way.”

He looks away, and she knows it’s because they’re going down a familiar route. “I was afraid if I told you, you’d cancel your plans, okay?”

“So?” Unlike him, she looks right at him, raising her eyebrows questioningly. “If I want to cancel, I’ll cancel. That’s up to me. Namjoon…” She sighs and takes his hand, waiting until he looks at her. “We’ve had this conversation before. You don’t have to protect my morale, okay? I’m not in your group. You’re not my leader - you’re my partner. And I’m your partner. But I can only be that if you let me.”

“Kaya, of course you’re my -”

“Not if you don’t tell me about the bad stuff,” she interrupts, cutting him off. “And you were - you’d started telling me things after the last time this happened.” She strokes the back of his hand with her thumb. “Why didn’t you this time?”

Namjoon doesn’t say anything, staring at their hands. “It was a lot,” he murmurs finally.

“Doesn’t matter. Tell me anyway.”

He nods slowly, sighing and looking up at her. He squeezes her hand and she squeezes it back, hoping he understands.

“Especially if you’re going to snap at me because of it.”

“I didn’t -”

“Just -” She cuts him off again, shushing him and moving closer to him, wrapping her arms loosely around his waist. She rests her forehead against his neck and waits for him to slowly, slightly awkwardly hug her back, and tightens her arms around him. After a moment, she feels him relax slightly.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you,” he mumbles against her hair.

She nods and shifts to rest her chin on his shoulder. “I should’ve been back sooner.”

They stay like that for a few more seconds when she remembers something.

“Oh, God.” Kaya takes a step back. “Is this allowed?”

Namjoon raises his eyebrows. “Are we allowed to… hug?”

“Yeah. Because of the photographers…” She points vaguely to the party. “Your producers said we should keep a distance because of the photographers - are they still here?”

“Wait, they said what?” His expression changes from confused to one of disbelief. “Again? I told them last time that there was no need to -”

“That’s not the point - I was asking about photographers and if there’s -”

“No, this is not okay, you don’t need to -”

“Namjoon, they’re just doing their job. It’s okay.” She nudges him gently. “I don’t think they’re here anymore. Not outside, at least.”

He straightens the jacket around her. “You look incredible,” he murmurs. “Like, out of this world, driving me crazy every second of tonight… incredible.” His eyes flicker over her figure. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you.”

Kaya bites her lip, trying not to reveal how her heart zooms at his words even three years later. “Really? Not even long enough for Miss USA to drape herself all over you?”

“I think she’s Canadian.”

She stares at him, tongue in her cheek until he snorts and pulls her closer by the hand, tilting his head slightly to kiss her on the cheek.

“I hate fighting with you,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to her temple.

Her eyes flutter shut and she breathes in his scent, nuzzling his neck lightly. “Then stop looking so hot while you do it,” she snaps softly, just before their heads turn together and they share a kiss. She can feel his smile as his hand comes up to rest against her face, the kiss soft and teasing and sinking.

A cold gust of wind blows and Kaya shivers, pulling away slightly. “Shit, I didn’t think it’d be this cold.”

“Yeah, I know,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over her jaw. “I can see your nipples through the dress.”

“What?” She instinctively hunches her shoulders and pulls the jacket tighter around her. “Are you serious?”

“M-hm.” His eyes flicker down to her chest and a smirk spreads across his face. “They look really sexy.”

“Don’t try to sexy talk me right now, Kim Namjoon,” she whispers, slapping his shoulder lightly. “Especially when you can’t follow through.”

Namjoon grins. “Fair enough. Although if you find a place private enough, I could be persuaded to show just how much I love seeing your nipples through your dress.”

She gives him a warning look before frowning slightly. “Actually, it’s pretty secluded here. Quiet.”

He raises his eyebrows and looks around the balcony. “Here? You want to fool around where anyone could walk in?”

Kaya chuckles. “No,” she answers. “I want you to talk to me about why you were stressed today.”

Namjoon’s smile fades. “Kaya…” When her expression doesn’t change, he sighs. “Why does it matter now? Everything worked out.”

“That’s good. You can tell me knowing that everything worked out.” She gives him the best doe eyes she can muster, knowing that a sexy dress is nothing compared to that when it comes to Namjoon. “Please.”

His eyes flicker but a moment later, he nods. “Okay, then.” He leans back against the bannister again and shakes his head affectionately at her. “I’m powerless when you ask me anything like that.” Smiling at her proud grin, he begins.

—

“Ugh, my feet are killing me.” Dilara leans against the closed door of their room and takes off her heels one by one. “How women in the entertainment industry wear this every day and not die, I will never understand. But it was a fun party,” she adds, tilting her head up and shaking back her hair so the cold air of the AC can permeate through it.

A few steps ahead of her, Taehyung loosens his tie and unties it, chucking it on the couch and going towards the mini bar in the room, stocked with snacks and bottles of water. He unscrews one and takes a long sip from it, his profile sharp.

“Turns out it’s a good thing Lewis was there because I would’ve been completely alone otherwise. Especially once Kaya and Namjoon made up. Oh, I have to send her the pictures…” She slides her phone out of her clutch and begins AirDropping them to her, selecting pictures of she and Lewis, and she and Namjoon looking rightfully back in love for the second half of the party.

“... never seen Lewis dance this much before,” she continues. “I mean, he did seem a bit awkward at first but he was a good sport. Oh, and then Jungkook turned up, of course, and then Lewis genuinely loosened up a bit. By the way, I think Jungkook has a crush on him or something - he kept looking for excuses to hang out with us and basically talked his ear off about the season…”

Dilara looks up to see Taehyung taking off his jacket in silence, deliberately not looking at her. It’s strange; she wonders briefly if he’s annoyed at their lack of interaction at the party, but as far as she remembers, that had been a mutual decision. She tries again.

“So, uh…” She leans on her arm against the doorway of the bathroom, flipping her hair over one shoulder. “If I recall, you’d promised me something at the party. Something about my dress and…” She rides out the pause, watching him intently “...begging?”

“What if I say no?”

It occurs to Dilara only when he says it, that she hasn’t actually heard him speak more than a couple of words here and there since they left the party. She’d chalked it down to the other people in the car and general tiredness, but now she’s not sure.

“What?”

“What if I say no to sex tonight?” he repeats, unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt and still not looking at her.

“Then… we don’t have sex.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

Dilara raises her eyebrows, utterly confused. “Am I okay with not having sex if you don’t want to? Yes. What is going on?”

“What’s the point then?” His words are biting - but something about this seems familiar. “Why are you here?”

“Are you serious?” She drops her arm and stands straight, feeling ridiculous. “What the hell is going on with you?”

“We’re not having sex,” he says, finally turning to her and the suddenness of it takes her aback. “So why are you here?”

Dilara takes a deep breath. Less than a month ago, she had been in a mood, a bad mood. She’d taken it out on everything around her, including Taehyung halfway across the world - and he’d silently let her until she’d calmed down herself.

Taehyung is in a mood now, but letting him be in one is the worst thing she can do. He needs confrontation, whether or not he responds to it. He needs an argument, an opportunity to sulk and to get on the defensive before he concedes to the real issue.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” she asks him clearly, placing a hand on her hip and frowning at him. “Or do you just want to start a fight?”

Taehyung holds her gaze for a few seconds, eyes impassive and dark eyebrows slanting upwards. Then he swallows and shakes his head, looking at the floor.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he mutters to her surprise. “I’m just… I’m just not in the mood, okay?” He shuffles up to her and hesitantly kisses her cheek, before moving past her and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

It’s an unprecedented situation, and Dilara can feel the initial worry of not knowing how to handle this - or even what this is. She tucks her hands behind her head on the pillow and frowns at the ceiling when the bathroom door opens and Taehyung emerges, his face bare of the make-up and hair slightly damp at the roots.

He looks up at her and stops in his tracks, taking in her t-shirt and underwear. “You changed.”

“Yeah.” She nods, trying to keep her tone even. “You said you didn’t want to have sex.”

For a moment, she thinks he’s going to make a snarky comment but then he nods. “Okay.” He changes into the same pajamas from the morning and forgoes a shirt, not speaking till he’s done. “You want to watch a movie?”

“A movie?”

“Yeah,” he says, climbing onto the bed and half-lying down next to her but making no physical contact. “Look, they have Pride and Prejudice,” he adds, scrolling through the options.

Dilara can’t believe she’s actually wishing for a fight, for this… this strange effort to not start a fight is throwing her off completely. She knows she should look at this as a positive and yet, it troubles her more than she expected.

She gives him a sideways glance to see him watching the opening credits, the picture reflecting in his pupils but the rest of his face betraying nothing. In a sudden movement, she reaches over and snatches the remote from his hand, and turns the television off.

“Hey!”

But Dilara ignores him, chucking the remote to the side and blocking him from going after it by straddling him.

“What are you doing? Lara -”

“I let you manhandle me during sex because we both like it but we both also know I’m stronger than you,” she hisses, pinning his shoulders to the pillow. She waits for him to relax underneath her before she loosens her grip. “Now will you please tell me what’s wrong?” she demands.

Taehyung narrows his eyes. “Is it bothering you this much that I said I didn’t want to have sex?”

“Shut up.” She hears her voice tremble a bit. “You’re hiding something from me. Again.”

She sees the moment it dawns on him what she’s referring to and his face goes slack. “Oh, hey… it’s nothing like that,” he says immediately, his voice low and reassuring. “I promise.”

“Then tell me.”

Taehyung purses his lips and looks away, glaring at the curtains to the side. He swallows. “Why are you here?” he asks, so quietly that she’s unsure for a moment if he’s speaking to her at all.

“What does that mean?”

“Why are you here?” he repeats, a little louder this time and looks up at her again. “Here, in LA, with - with me?”

Dilara stares at him. “I don’t know. Because we’re dating?” she says sarcastically. “Because we haven’t seen each other in a month - because I missed you and flew across two continents to see you? Because I love -”

“But why do you love me?”

“Is this about last year?” she asks after a moment, her stomach already twisting at the reminder. “Because I told you, I - I’ve forgiven - I mean, we’re moving forward with our -”

“No, it’s not about last year,” he interrupts her. “Or it is - I guess everything will always be about last year, a little bit.” He licks his lips slowly, looking at her imploringly. “Do you… do you think we make sense?”

Her shoulders relax a bit, despite how unexpected the question is. “Doesn’t everyone say we do?”

“In a funny way, yeah,” he admits. “But… do you think we make sense?”

He’s looking for an actual answer, she realises. “Yes,” she says simply. “I do.”

“Really? You don’t think you’d make more sense with one of your driver friends or… I don’t know…” He shrugs. “... Jungkook or someone?”

Something clicks, something so obvious she feels she should’ve been expecting it all along.

“Oh. This is about Lewis,” she guesses. “About him thinking Jungkook was my boyfriend? Tae, Lewis is the biggest recluse on the grid, okay? He doesn’t know anything about anyone’s life - I’m surprised he even knew one of you was my boyfriend.”

“He’s not completely wrong.”

“No - what? Yes, he is. The only reason he thought it was Jungkook is because he started talking to him about racing.”

“Look, this isn’t about Lewis,” says Taehyung quickly. “Okay? Don’t you think sometimes that you and Jungkook might make more sense?”

“No. I don’t love him; I don’t even like him like that. He’s like my brother,” she adds, wrinkling her nose. “And you know this.”

He covers his face with his hands and sighs. “God, okay. Not Jungkook specifically, but, like… Chris or - or someone you haven’t met yet. Someone that a person like Lewis will look at and immediately guess is your boyfriend?”

“Why?” she asks instantly. “Because we both like sports? Because we go to the gym together sometimes? Tae, those are hobbies. I have something in common with all my friends. That’s why they’re my friends.”

“And we’re something more?”

“Yes. God, I can’t believe you’re having to ask me this. After everything that’s happened.” She shakes her head, feeling slightly offended but when Taehyung doesn’t respond and simply lowers his gaze to his hands, she realises this may just be bigger than her.

“Oh, my God, you’re still not convinced.” She sighs. “What do you want - a list of why we make more sense? Why I shouldn’t be with… Jungkook or - God forbid - Chris Park or someone?”

“A list would be good.”

Dilara raises her eyebrows. “Fine. Jungkook wouldn’t have taken me to an underground jazz bar in Ischia. He probably wouldn’t have even taken me to Ischia, out of nowhere and to such a secluded island. Chris wouldn’t have rented that particular villa,” she counts, holding up a second finger, “the one that looked like a gothic Victorian mansion because his primary requirement anywhere is an indoor gym. And literally no one else I know would have drawn a stick figure of Van Gogh on a pebble from the beach, called it “Darwin” and pretended it was a real living pet for the entire trip.”

Taehyung’s mouth twitches and she feels a bubble of encouragement in her chest.

“None of them would have pretended to be Will Turner to my Elizabeth Swann in that thrift store, because everyone usually wants to be Jack Sparrow,” she points out. “Jungkook wouldn’t have taken me to that jazz club because he hates jazz, Chris wouldn’t have danced with me in the street because he’s too stuck-up for that… and Tae -” Dilara sighs, squeezing his shoulder. “No one could’ve put up with as much punishment as you did last year for me. I gave you a lot of crap. I’m not saying you didn’t deserve it, but… it was a lot of crap,” she admits. “And you stayed through all of it. I don’t think anyone else would’ve done that.”

He gives her a small shrug after a moment. “You’d be surprised. It was worth it.”

“Be that as it may… Tae, no one else would’ve told me, in thirty-six hours of knowing me, that they loved me,” she reminds him, the memory from a thousand years ago still making her heart soar. “I mean, a person would have to be insane to do something like that.”

“You said it back.”

“I did. That’s my point.”

Taehyung bites his lip, and she can see the tip of his nose start to redden. “Lara…”

“No one else would’ve fucked me on the roof of your concert stadium in this city two years ago,” she adds. “Or got so jealous of Charlie Puth kissing me that they broke a glass.”

He frowns. “Didn’t you get angry with me for that later that night?”

“That and other things,” she admits, shrugging. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t love how much you cared.”

He gives her a half-chuckle. “You’re sure you’re not here just because the sex is really good?”

“The sex is really good,” she agrees earnestly. “And no one else could do to me what you do. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel half the things I do with you.”

Taehyung is quiet. His nose is reddening and his gaze is lowered, and he’s biting his lip hard.

“It really, really sucked losing you last year,” he whispers, sniffing.

“I know. It really sucked to lose you, too.” Dilara reaches over to brush her thumb against his cheekbone. “Taehyung. Tell me you get it. Tell me you know why I’m here. Why I’m still here,” she adds, her voice cracking slightly on the word.

“I’m so sorry. For last year.”

“I know.”

“I promise I’ll do better.” He reaches for her hand and links his fingers with hers, finally looking up at her with wet eyes. “Just don’t leave me, okay? I think it’ll kill me.”

“Write me a song.”

“I’ll write you a hundred.”

Dilara gives him a watery smile and dabs at the corner of her eye with the heel of her palm before lowering herself to kiss him, feeling him wrap his arms around her instantly and pulling her down to his side. He kisses her deeply, with a soft desperation and gratitude for a second chance.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs after a few seconds, his forehead against hers. “That dress was beautiful and I know you were looking forward to tonight.”

“Forget it. I’d rather watch the movie.” She pulls away and shrugs. “And the dress isn’t going anywhere. It’s mine.”

He kisses her forehead and pulls her to his side, lying on his back to face the television again. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

“Deal.”

—

In a different bedroom of the same suite, Jimin enters and kicks off his shoes. “Tell me you have make-up wipes here,” he says to Jungkook, sighing dramatically. “I can feel it burning through my skin.”

Jungkook points noncommittally to the bathroom from where he’s sitting next to Hoseok on the couch and peering into his laptop screen.

“By the way, hyung,” calls Jimin from inside the bathroom, and Hoseok and Yoongi both look up out of habit. “You called it. Chaeyoung’s moving into Sooah’s place. She just told me.”

“Thank God.” Hoseok closes his hands into a fist while Yoongi silently goes back to his phone. “I’ve been trying to incept the idea in their minds for a few days now. But that didn’t work so I just asked Sooah,” he adds after a moment, shrugging.

Just then, the door opens and Namjoon enters, in a hoodie and track pants. “Need to borrow lotion, if someone has any,” he says, cutting right to the chase.

“In the suitcase, hyung,” supplies Jungkook, pointing to an open suitcase with items inside it neatly tucked into pockets. “Where’s Kaya?”

“In the shower.” Namjoon rummages through and retrieves a travel-size bottle. Squeezing some into one palm and rubbing his hands together, he takes stock of the room. “Isn’t Jimin here?”

“I’m here!” Jimin emerges, dabbing a cotton pad over his bare face. “God, I just want one whole day of anonymity tomorrow. JK, you want to go to Hollywood Boulevard with me?”

Before Jungkook can answer, Namjoon raises his eyebrows. “Why? So you can forget about your faux pas from tonight?”

Jungkook suddenly looks far more interested. “What faux pas?” he asks excitedly.

“Nothing,” snaps Jimin, glaring at Namjoon.

“He talked to The Weeknd at the party,” says Yoongi dryly, without looking up from his phone. “And he called him…” He looks up at Jimin slowly, a hint of a smirk on his face, “… The Weeknd.”

Hoseok and Jungkook guffaw, while Jimin goes red in the face. “How was I supposed to know?” he demands shrilly, his voice getting drowned in laughter. “He only ever uses his stage name! Does anyone actually know his real name?”

“It’s Abel,” says Namjoon, the same time Jungkook says “it’s Joel.”

“See?” Jimin huffs while Jungkook processes this new information. “It’s just my bad luck that he came up to me and not JK,” he mutters, throwing his used make-up wipe at him.

“He would’ve had to leave Lewis Hamilton alone for that to happen,” points out Yoongi.

“I wasn’t with him the whole time,” says Jungkook defensively. “But he looked so cool. And it wasn’t just him - Dilara was there most of the time, too.”

Hoseok chuckles. “You mean your girlfriend?”

Jungkook’s stomach jolts belatedly when Namjoon grins at his hands. “What?” he asks, wondering if he’s missed a joke.

“Oi, Jimin!” Hoseok calls out excitedly. “Jungkook had an embarrassing moment, too. He was fanboying about F1 so hard that Lewis Hamilton thought he was Dilara’s boyfriend.”

Jimin’s eyes widen, while even Yoongi snorts. “What?” he asks in a hushed voice, looking delighted at the news of Jungkook’s embarrassment. “Where was Taehyung?”

“Right there.” Hoseok pats Jungkook’s shoulder, still snickering. “If it helps, Lewis looked more embarrassed than you did,” he informs him.

Jungkook chuckles along with everyone else, trying not to reveal his mild confusion. It had been strange and awkward for a moment when Lewis had made that mistake, especially when Dilara had laughed it off and immediately corrected him, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and looking up proudly at him.

But Jungkook hadn’t thought much of it, not until Hoseok just joked about it. You mean your girlfriend?

Jungkook is no stranger to awkwardness. He knows awkwardness; he lives and breathes it. Awkwardness is his roommate, when it truly comes down to it. Ergo, the strange jolt he’d felt in front of Lewis when he’d mistaken Jungkook for Dilara’s boyfriend was not awkwardness. It wasn’t even embarrassment, as his members and he himself presumed until now.

No, Jungkook realises now, with a looming dread he would acknowledge only later, that he liked it.

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hongjoongscafe · 1 year

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Taehyung and boob Obsession smut pls

I wrote two types. One with big boobs and the other with tiny boobs. I hope you like it😊💓

All over them

Bitch hours

Pairing: taehyungxreader

Warning: boob kink, big boobs, small boobs, unprotected sex.

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Type 1 big boobs.

Whenever someone asks you about what Taehyung loved the most after you, your mind automatically thinks of boobs. To be specific, your boobs.

Even right now, instead of watching the movie playing on the T.V., he was staring at your boobs. You were wearing a spaghetti cropped tank top. Your breasts were loosely snuggled against the only cloth you were wearing on the top.

Taehyung’s mouth always drooled at the sight of your soft and plushy boobs. His hands were always fondling them. Sometimes it was annoying but anything for him.

“Babe?” Taehyung’s voice sounded raspy.

“Yeah?”

“You look hot,” he kissed your cheek.

“Thank you,” you giggled and teasingly smooshed your breasts between your arms and blinked at him.

Biting his lower lip, he muttered, “stop.”

You giggled, “nope,” with a much more effort of the sound ‘p’.

“You are a little dirty girl,” he traced the border of the tank top that was resting on your chest. “Aren't you?” Then his finger lightly ran over the breast line poking out. “Should I put you back in place?” His finger dipped into your cleavage. Your warm boobs enveloped his fingers.

You took a deep breath and forced your chest out to highlight it. “How are you going to do that?”

He pulled out his finger and without any warning, he pushed you to lay down on the couch and hovered over you. His knees were on either side of your waist. With a swift movement, he removed your top and threw it somewhere.

The cold air touched your boobs, making you sigh.

His large hands cupped the swell of your boobs from below and pushed them together. His index finger and thumb pinched your nipples and rolled them making you whine and craving for more.

He deeply chuckled at your desperate self. Lowering himself, he latched onto your left nipple. His hand squished the other boob.

Taehyung kissed your nipple before sucking on it. Tongue licking the hard bud and sucking before leaving it with a pop sound.

His mouth then attached on the other breast, giving it the same attention. Your breath picked up pace. One of your hands was holding his hair and the other one was above your head, holding a cushion.

He kissed around your nipple and boobs, sucking some hickies to mark up his girl.

His weight was on his knees when he was above you. He brought his hand behind him and opened your legs. His hand traced your panty clothed pussy.

Your hands were busy fondling your boobs, showing off to him. He had a dirty smirk while supporting a huge boner in his boxers.

Taehyung bright back his hand and smacked your hands away from your hickey bruised boobs. He spat right on your sternum. Pulling out his cock he smeared the spit with it all over your inner boobs. His cock was heavy between your boobs.

He then squished his cock between your breasts by pulling them together with his cock in between them. He thrusted his hips. The beautiful, swollen, and red head poked through your boobs making you both moan.

You took the hold of your breast and he placed the heels of his palm above your head and started pumping his hips faster. “Fuck,” he moaned. “Baby, your boobs feel so good around my cock. Take me so well,” he groaned.

His Precum was drooling over your chest and acting as a lubricant. Your boobs were a sticky mess already.

Seeing his cock head poking out all hot and wet, you stuck out your tongue. You licked and kissed his head every time it appeared he moaned above you. “So good for me,” he was on the edge of breaking and crying. He was overwhelmed by your boobs. They were so big and thick.

Seeing your nipples covered in his spit, made him twitch. His climax was nearing. “Gonna cum,” he cried, cheeks flushed and stained with tears.

“Let it go,” you moaned.

He picked up his speed and sat up much straighter and came over your boobs. He took his leaking cock and let the ropes of his white cum pour over your nipples.

Being all nasty as he was, he smudged his cum all over your chest with his hands and buried his face into your cum coated boobs.

You chuckled, “you nasty fuck.”

…

Type 2 small boobs.

Your back arched when he sucked your nipple while pouncing into your wet cunt.

As much as you hated your tiny boobs, Taehyung loved them. He found them perfect. He always said that he loved how they fit inside his palm. He loved how your boobs complimented your body just perfectly.

He was obsessed, to say the least.

His mouth was sucking the underside of your boob, marking your chest with his love. His hips were working fast into you, balls slapping your ass and pelvis rubbing against your needy clit.

Taehyung littered your boobs with kisses. His hands cupped them and squeezed them.

Your nipples tickled his palm as he rubbed them. He knew that your nipples were sensitive so pinched them making you moan.

“Tae,” your back arched. “Please.”

“What do you want, baby?” he huskily asked.

“Want to cum over me,” you cried, mascara running down your face, looking so fucked up. It made him twitch inside your cunt. Your velvet walls were clenching around him like no end.

“First cum on my cock baby,” he asked. His free hand travelled down and tapped on your clit. He scratched it with his nail and rubbed harsh circles on it.

His mouth was back on your boob. It all pulled you to your edge and came all over his cock. Your thighs trembled and your hips thrusted up, making him go deeper into your hot cunt.

Your violent clenching around his cock and your hot cum made him twitch. His thrusts got sloppy and he pulled out.

Quickly, he got over you and jerked himself. His abs flexed and his balls tightened before cumming all over your boobs. Some of his cum landed on your chin.

He looked at the mess he made. Your boobs looked so delicious covered in his cum. Seeing such a filthy sight, his cock twitched and came the second time, over your stomach, without touching, just by seeing you.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned and lowered himself to kiss your swollen lips.

Your eyes were blown out. You couldn't believe that he came just by seeing you covered in his cum.

“Baby, your boobs look the best with cum all over them. My cum.”

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sugarushsuga · 1 year

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Stay there, I’m coming to get you - #83

Genre/Au's: Smut, PWP; Hockey player AU – Friend with benefits(?)

Paring: Taehyung x F Reader

Words count: 2329

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut; Fingering; Dirty talk; Public sex; Car sex; Pining;

Synopsis: Taehyung is friends with your best friend’s boyfriend, what doesn’t make you both very close, beside the hang outs and constant teasing each other. But when you need help, he is there to help you, not once but twice in a roll.

Author note: If I didn’t procrastinate I would have it done much sooner. This is Tae’s bday piece. Also is part of my milestone drabble game, the ask for it went to void when Shay’s old blog did it too (Tagging the current one @egocypher) but I never forgot about it.

Masterlist

The ringing tune on your ear makes you anxious, is the third time you call Lolla’s phone, and it rings until voicemail. You know she is enjoying the victory party, but you need her right now and as your best friend it’s her duty to pick up the phone.

Her cheerful voice comes through your ears when you reach her voice mail again. Hanging up you sigh and let your head rest back on the wall. Something you would never do in a different situation. But despair is starting to fill your body and you don’t know what to do. Lolla has been your best friend since middle school, and you both have always looked out for each other, especially after going to college.

You both made a pact that whenever one of you went out on a date, the other had to send a text after the first hour, to know how things were going, if thing are so-so, a call in the next half hour, if things are bad a call right away to give the receiver an excuse to maybe ditch the date or have the friend come.

Today she didn’t send the message, she is celebrating the school’s hockey team classification to the nationals. Her boyfriend is part of the team. You were invited to their celebration, but you’ve already had plans with some other friends. Actually, now you’d say they are just acquaintances, you hoped to become friends.

They are like the cool group from your major, you have a few different classes with most of them. They were the ones who approached you, talking with you here and there, one at a time, in different classes, greeting you whenever you crossed paths on social occasions, until they asked you for lunch and then to hang out at a bar.

You press Lolla’s name again hoping that fourth time's the charm and she’ll pick up the phone.

Maybe you are taking too long in the bathroom, but you don’t really care right now.

The tune rings in your ear for the fifth time, another two times and it’ll reach her voice mail.

“Lolla?” You ask as the line connects and noise comes through the phone.

“No! Y/L/N, Lolla can’t come to the phone right now, she’s having her soul sucked off through her mouth right now!” The cheerful raspy voice, that usually makes your knees weak, says through the line.

“Oh!” You sigh, letting your shoulders drop.

“What is it?” The male voice asks.

“Nothing, I- “

“Wait a second!” He says. You can hear him talking with someone, some excuse me’s and indistinct noises until the voice comes back clearer. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you out with your new friends that are, oh so much cooler than us?”

You mentally curse Lolla for running her mouth about it to Seokjin’s whole team about why you weren’t going out with them after the game. “Yeah,” you roll your eyes.

“So, is it true that you ditched us, to hang with some unknown, much cooler group than us?” He chuckles.

“Hm… I didn’t ditch,” you say trying to explain.

“You just thought they were much cooler than us?” He teases again.

“No, Taehyung. I just…” Your voice fades. You don’t have any excuses; he is right on his teasing, and you just want to find an excuse to leave.

“If you are calling, things aren’t really that nice right now, right?” His voice comes softer, and the teasing is gone.

“I don’t have any excuses to leave, I came here with them. I'm not very familiar with this area and I’m unsure how to leave by myself.” You admit, voice lower as you sigh, remembering you put your own self in this situation.

“Hm, well, lucky for you, here it’s not very fun either. Stay there, I’m coming to get you!” His voice once again has that cheerful tone.

And just like that he is gone.

The line goes mute.

Taking the phone away from your face you see he hung up.

Sighing you get out of the stool and practice a smile on the mirror, you debate yourself if you should try to fix your hair that was sticking to the wall or just leave it. Deciding to leave it you walk out of the bathroom, back to the table where your new “friends” are.

They are talking about the significance of life or something else, you don’t bother enough to join the conversation, just sitting there sipping on your drink waiting for the ice to melt so you can have it for longer. You don’t want to risk getting drunk around people you aren’t close to or very comfortable with.

Twenty minutes later half of the Hockey team burst through the door of the bar with Lolla guiding them.

“Y/n!” She cheers loudly, “what a surprise to find you here!”

She has her phone in hand and Taehyung trailing right behind her looking at her phone over her shoulder. They tracked you. And you thank the gods the day she set up the sharing location app so you both can know where each other are especially when one is out on a bad date. And today you are the one out on a bad date.

“Hey!” You try to sound surprised and not let your happiness show.

“What a coincidence!” Lolla greets your group of friends with a smile.

You look around and there is half a hockey team around the table, Lolla standing with Seokjin by one of your sides and Taehyung on your other side.

“Oh, I think the bar is full.” Jen, one of the new friends, says in a discreet sneer.

“Oh, really?” Lolla responds looking around at the very chill and not full bar. “Yeah, I guess it is. We won’t be able to stay here.”

“But the bar is not full…” Namjoon comments.

Seokjin punches his friend on the shoulder, not even trying to hide it. “Yeah, it’s full, I guess we’ll need to take our victory party home.”

“Yeah, let’s do it guys!” Taehyung says by your side. “Y/n, do you wanna come? It's a free ride home, plus it will be fun, you know all our parties are fun.”

You look in between your friends and your new group of friends and nod. “Yeah, I’m sorry guys, I'll take their ride. We talk on Monday, okay?”

Getting up as you talk, you put the money for your part on the table and follow the hockey players out, Taehyung has your bag on his hand as you follow him.

The rescue is a success, but now you are worried about how you will all make it home. It’s hard to get an Uber or taxi around the bar, you’ve tried to call on through the app many times before calling Lolla.

The group stops by a minivan, it has the Hockey team name on it together with the college name. Jungkook, one of the youngsters of the team unlocks the driver’s door and opens the van. Telling everyone to get in.

He sits at the driver's place, with Yoongi and Namjoon by his side on the front. In the middle roll goes Seokjin, Hoseok and Jimin with Lolla on Seokjin’s lap and her legs over the other guys' laps. Taehyung goes to the back roll and offers you his hand, you follow and ends up sitting in his lap between their gaming gear.

You worry about the safety of all of you, but everyone else seems too hype and happy to care about it. There is loud music, and they all are talking at once as Jungkook starts the car.

Taehyung gently pulls you back against his chest. “I need to put the seat belt around us.” His voice is low and sends a shiver down your back.

Resting back, you let him pull the sit bet around you both, strapping you to him. His hands rest awkwardly on the edge of the seat, surrounded by helmets and other equipment.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, turning towards him. Your nose brushes his jaw and for a reason you don’t know you keep your voice low in a whisper.

“What do you mean?” He asks just as quietly as you did.

Running your hands down his forearms, you cover his hands with yours, to realize he is gripping the seat. “You can touch me, you know?” Pulling his hand, you rest them on your thighs with yours. “Are you embarrassed?”

“Embarrassed?” Taehyung asks without a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

“You are getting hard.” You laugh softly, nuzzling his jaw.

“Well, my dick doesn’t really understand that all this wiggling isn’t for our benefit.” He sighs.

Relaxing with his words you make yourself more comfortable against his body. “If it makes you less embarrassed,” you say still holding his hands. “I'm getting wet just by feeling your dick.”

The darkness of the car and the way Taehyung’s breath catches gives you confidence to slip your intertwined hands in between your tights feeling the warmth of it. You part your knees a little more to have more room in between them. You can feel his fingers almost brushing over the wet lacy of your panties. Maybe it is the thriller or the alcohol from the drink you had at the bar or could be the fact Taehyung is basically dicking you through his pants at every bump the car gives, but a new wave of arousal makes you wetter.

Taehyung lets go of one of your hands, letting it travel over your body, smoothing the fabric of your dress, placing his hand flat over your stomach and caressing his way up to your boobs. Gently molding them, fingertip running circles over your covered nipple but not adding quite enough pressure. You whimper his name, and he chuckles in response.

“Taehyung please,” you ask.

“Y/n, this is the nicer way you’ve ever talked to me in all these months since we’ve met.” His voice is hoarse in your ear.

Twisting your body, you manage to turn enough to kiss him, his lips are soft as his hand moves to your throat putting some pressure on it as his tongue explores your mouth. His thumb caressing your damp inner thigh. Your body reacts at its own accord, legs parting further to give his hand more room.

Biting his lower lip, you moan. “Taehyung.”

“God, I’d love to see your face when you moan my name like that.” His breath tickles your neck as he trails kisses over it. “And I’m not embarrassed to feel how wet you are all over your tights.”

“It could be over your hands if you made a move.” You sass.

The confidence comes over the darkness, the music that was turned up. You feel like the car is getting hotter and the air thicker. You don’t know how long the ride is still going to take but you need something to happen, or you won’t ever be able to look at Taehyung’s face again.

“Can you be a good girl and keep it quiet?” Taehyung asks while placing a kiss under your ear. His knees moving your legs further apart.

You eagerly nod in response to his question, but his hand doesn’t move any closer.

“Taehyung, if you don’t know what to do, I can do it myself. You just need to stay still.” You provoke.

“Y/n, someday I’ll fuck this pretty mouth of yours and you won’t be able to be such a brat.” His lips find yours again as his fingers manage to push your panties to the side and two of them slip inside of you at once.

You regret promising to stay quiet as Taehyung shallows your moan. The wet sound coming from his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy is all you can hear, over your friends' laughs and the music. If anyone pays attention, they’ll know what you both are up to in the back seat.

“Your pussy feels so good. Warm, wet and tight.” Your hips roll against Tae’s fingers, you bite your lip hard to keep your moaning quiet as the hot pleasure builds up in your lower stomach.

Letting your head drop back on his shoulder, you want to close your leg at the same time you want more of it. To shy away from him at the same time you want more of Taehyung.

“Are you going to come, all over my hand? Squeeze my finger in your pussy and give me a taste of what it will feel like when I have my dick buried inside of you?” Taehyung parts his knees further, spreading your legs and exposing his finger inside your pussy.

As your moans and whimpers start to get louder, he covers your mouth with his free hand. Making his fingertips brush your spot and his thumb caresses circles over your clit, sending hot pleasure over your whole body, making you tremble and shiver, as your orgasm rips through you, making your eyes roll back, your back arch and your body feel boneless.

Taehyung keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you until the spams are gone and you are just a sweaty mess slumped against his chest. Kissing your forehead, he gently slips his fingers off of you. “Open your mouth baby.”

Confused but too content to question him as you do as told. Parting your lips, Taehyung places his wet fingers on your tongue, and you lick it, feeling the bitter salty taste.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll taste you when we get home, I promise I’ll clean up the mess I made in between your legs.” He says, lips moving against your neck.

“Tae- “

The music cuts off abruptly, and your entire body freezes, eyes widening as Taehyung quickly pulls his fingers from your mouth and unpins your legs so you can close them.

“Does anyone wants McDonald’s?”

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Summary: Taehyung would do anything to make you his. Stalker!Taehyung

Warnings: yandere behavior, toxic behavior, manipulation, obsession, stalking, isolation, nonconsensual pornography, cream pie, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, public sex, mirror sex, and so much more.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is NOT healthy behavior. This is not okay. If someone ever tries to treat you like this, RUN or use resources like these :

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💜 Losing your vibrator Part.2 💜

>>>> BTS EDITION <<<<

x sub! female reader

+18 (minors DNI!!)

Warnings:

smut, crack??, cursing, daddy kink, sex toys (vibrator), public sex?, kinda voyeurism, creampie meantioning, dirty talk, threesome, bathroom sex, car sex, oral (f), fingering, hickeys, teasing, savage yoongi, bad boy jungkook, actor taehyung, clumsy namjoon, (let me know if I forgot something!~)

About:

You're on dinner with your boyfriend & the rest of his members. Sitting around the table, enjoying the food while talking, you quietly try to hide the dirty secret you hold between your legs. Not wearing underwear under your dress, vibrator stuffed between your legs you tried to hide the moans. At least it should've been between your legs. But after moving around so much, it must've slipt out.

Your eyes wide open as you realise the vibrator was gone. Shorly after panic overcame you. Telling your boyfriend about the situation you whispered, "Daddy, I-I lost the vibrator.. please help me find it! Before anyone notices.."

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(This took me half a year! Some parts might be a bit more smut than others! I still hope you'll like it! Please enjoy~ )

~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~

♡ ~ Seokjin ~ ♡

- *stone face* yes.. that would be him

- he would be so in shock that he would stop to breath-

- His ears starting to glow a deep red

- "Seriously? Where is it?", he asked in panic

- jinni wouldn't know what to do

- so.. he just grabs your hand, stands up & excused himself and you to leave

- man would be out of there real quick

- "l-let's pretend that never happened haha! I'll buy you new one, okay my rose?",

- his excuse would be very bad, like, "I forgot the cookies in the open", stuff like that

- will punish you

- don't test him, he is to sides: Be a brat or tame the brat

- Will scold you for not wearing underwear that day, "Are you this desperate for my cock?"

- usually can hold himself back till home but with the boys teasing him and you looking like that..

- car sex will happen once in a while

- After you two were done jin would check his phone, having a message from namjoon saying,

- "Hyung, you lost something. Come & get it tomorrow at my studio~ ;) "

- Drops his phone & hides in a ball, total embarrassed

- Probably sends you to pick the toy up namjoon found dknd- GOOD LUCK

~💜~💜~💜~

Nothing. No responds. Seokjin didn't move. Actually he didn't even breath. Oh no.. is he?? "Y-YOU WHAT???", seokjin whisper-yelled.

Your words shocked him so much that he chocked on his food. Trying to calm his fast beating heart down, he took a huge sip of the drink he had ordered. What should he do now?? Paniced he looked at the other members, no one seemed to have noticed until now. Jin let out a sigh. He leaned to you, "Where is it rose? Do you know where you lost it?", he whispered with a still shaky voice.

You almost laughed. How was he always so funny without even trying?? This was serious but seokjin made it seem so funny. Lucky for you, you held it together and whispered back, "Don't know.. It was still inside me a few minutes ago.. maybe.. it fell under the table? But I don't see it.. soo..", you blushed. Now that you thought about it, this was so embarrassing. Gosh.. why did this happen to you??

"Soo.. anyone just could hear it??", jin stuttered out, his ears clearing turning red. "Yes! What should we do jinni?", you whispered back, geting more nervous with every passing second. Seokjin smiled, "We run away! Let's go home!", he said grabbing your hand and standing up. The others members looked very confused as seokjin just pushed you to the door, quickly geting your jacket. Even as you tried to stop him he would just drag you outside. After you finally gave up and decided to just play along, he went back inside.

"Yah hyung! You two just came! Where are you going already?", hoseok whined looking at his older group member. "Me?? Going??.. Ahh.. I left the cookies in the stove! Hopefully I didn't burn the house down! So.. I have to go!", jin answered, taking his jacket in a hurry.

"As if!! You have to be more carefull hyung!!", jungkook said, glaring at jin. "But does y/n really have to go with you? Can't she wait here?", yoongi asked, taking a bite of his food. Clearly understanding what is going on. "I-It's y/n's kitchen.. so yes! Yes I need her there!", jin blushed, looking away, clearly avoiding eye contact.

"So.. YOU BURNED DOWN Y/N's KITCHEN??", jimin yelled, looking clearly shocked. Everyone gasped. 6 eyes now glaring at seokjin.

"M-maybe?..", jin made his stone-face again. Why does this get even more embarrassing?? Seokjin turned around, ready to leave.

"Next time just say you want to fuck hyung~ We are all close after all~", namjoon said, making everyone laugh. "WH-", before jin could even ask yoongi continued, "Yeah, the way you two whispered it was clear you did some dirty talk~". "We didn't-", the oldest wanted to say but yoongi just chuckled as everyone agreed. "So no more weird storys! Okay mr. I need to get my dick wet?", hoseok smirked in jin's direction. "I-", the poor man was left for words as he just ran out of the building. Dashing towards you, just to ran with you towards his car.

"Did you find it? Where was it?", you asked while the two of you drived home. "Found what?", seokjin asked in a deep voive. Deeper then usually. Oh.. so he was pissed now?? You gulped and decided to make sure.

"The vibrator jinni? You took so long.. I thought you went to search it..", you softly asked, making sure to look at his face as you spoke. Seokjin didn't answer for a while, thinking of what to do with his feelings. This whole thing made his dick hard. How? No idea! But he was turned on now.

"Can you be quiet please? I have to concetrate!", seokjin spoke, looking at the street. Yup.. he was pissed and turned on. You were sure he was gonna punish you at home. But what you didn't expect was a hard fuck in the backseat of his car. Everything went so fast, as soon as he parked infront of your house he pushed you on the backseat. All your clothes were gone, kneeling on hands and knees infront of him while seokjin thrusted into you with such force. You only could moan and try to hold on to something.

Later, after seokjin came inside you and left his marks on your back and neck he carried you inside your house. The two of now cuddled on your bed while jin checked his phone. You already had your eyes closed, feeling tired. But then you heard a crashing sound. Seokjin had dropped his phone. Opening your eyes, looking at him just to see him hiding under the blanket.

The sight was so adorable. You really wanted to giggle. But now was not the time for that. You quietly picked up his phone, wanting to see why he was so down. Namjoon did send him a message as it seemed. It said:

Namjoon - 00:15

"You lost something hyung! I found it because my fork fell under the table. Come & pick it up tomorrow. Meet me in my studio and have a good night. Enjoy it ;) "

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♡ ~ Jimin ~ ♡

- Doesn't know if he should laugh or cry

- would be so embarrassed

- hiding his face in his hands

- the 'laugh out of panic' type

- Jimin would be so fluestered that you had to wonder who lost the toy of the both of you..

- "You lost what now??", "Come again??", he would laugh but hide his face in his hands

- BUT HIS DUALITY!!

- you didn't even blink and his whole aura changed

- He quickly grabs the remote control to stop the toy from making noise

- "You better aren't lying to me just to get a break princess!~", he chucked, looking at you

- If he would find out, this was just you beeing a prankster he wouldn't give you any sort of orgasm in weeks..

- angry jimin is scary jimin-

- lucky the room was louder then the noise of the vibrator

- the other members seemed to have a good conversation, since they didn't pay any mind to the two of you

- jimin's duality saves the day

- "leave this to me~", he smirked

- oh no.. what is he planning now??

- well.. let's welcome actor jimin- (he learned from his best friend~ )

- "can I please get the sal-", with that he pretends to fall out of his chair

- now on the ground, he laughs as everyone else laughs too

- this dramaqueen.. but you decide to play along

- "are you okay honey??", you ask worried ( it's fake-worry)

- jimin gives you a thumbs up no one could see and smiles sweetly, "haha yes, yes all good j-just a moment-"

- thats when he crawled under the table searching for the toy

- "Huh? Yah jiminshi what are you doing??", jungkook asked confused

- "he said he lost his phone, it fell down haha~", you giggeled

- "o-oh.. not again jiminshi", jungkook sighed and continued to eat

- after a few seconds had past you started to worry for real

- where was jimin??

- then you felt two hands on your knees, spreading your legs apart

- you almost chocked on the air

- "I can't find the vibrator, let me check if you weren't lying princess~", you heard a dangerous voice whisper

- something wet teased your clit

- you gripped the table hard

- jimin was eating you out right there

- no fluestered jimin anymore

- good luck walking home later

- he even wants more later on, with toy or without

- wants to punish you for losing the vibrator

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Jimin stopped chewing on his food just to look at you. Slowly swallowing before starting to laugh, "You.. lost what now?? Come again??", he asked. A blush formed on your cheeks, rubbing your thighs together from embarrassement. "I've lost my vibrator.. it fell under the table..b-because I tried to scratch my knee..", you whispered so only jimin could hear you. What a mess.

Now it clicked in jimin's head and his whole face got pale, hiding it in his hands, "love.. how could this happen?? Why us??", he laughed in his hands, "What should I do now?? This is so embarrassing..but hilarious omg..", your boyfriend continued to ramble on. You pouted, "You know.. I was the one who lost the vibrator not you.. why are YOU so fluestered??", a giggle left your mouth, shaking your head. This angelic boy is unbelievble! Yet so adorable.

But the fun was over as you felt jimin's stare on you. Trying to avoid looking in his eyes you looked down. Jimin leaned closer, now his lips where right nexr to your ear, "I fucked my beautiful girlfriend so much that she can't even hold a small vibrator in her cunt anymore.. that's a crime! That's why I'm fluestered~", he whispered with a smirk in his face. Before you could even think about his words, his fingers held your chin still. Now you had to look into his eyes. His stare was so intimidating, his eyes almost seemed to glow.

"You better don't lie to me just so you can get a break! After all you're a good girl right, princess?", your boyfriend whispered against your lips, not leaning in to kiss you tho. What a tease! You moved forward, kissing his lips as you whispered back, "I'm your good girl park jimin! I would never lie to you about this!", you smiled at him. Hoping he would finally stop his teasing and help you find the vibrator. A moment later jimin let go of you and leaned back in his seat. He took a sip from his drink and smiled back at you. Seriously, how can he be both? Cute and hot?? How does that even work??

"Leave this to me!", he smiled at you before turning back to the table. You already got worried, what was he going to do now? "Can I please have the salt-", he asked in a sweet voice while pointing somewhere on the table. A second later jimin fell from the chair, to the ground. He gasped and looked with wide eyes at the others. Now the whole attention was on him, but he looked at you. Understanding his plan you decided to go along.

"Are you okay honey??", you asked worried, with panic in your voice. Turning to him, "Don't worry y/n, this always happens to him. He'll be fine", namjoon said in a calm voice, looking at you with a warm smile on his face. "Yes, after all he should be used to it by now~", yoongi teased him. With that everyone laughed, making you laugh as well.

What no one else saw was how jimin gave you a thumbs-up before speaking again, "Haha really funny all of you! The whole room is laughing, even the food thought it was funny. Can't you hear it??", he pouted, looking at you, "Don't worry honey, I'm good. Just.. wait..", and so he crawled under the table to search for the lost toy. You focused back on the other members. They seemed to mind their own business again. Besides one. Jungkook.

Jungkook looked confused, "What are you doing under the table jiminshi?", the younger one asked. Quickly coming up with something you answered, "He said he lost his phone, it probably fell down with him..haha", you gave a small giggle in the end, hoping jungkook would let it go. Lucky for you, jungkook sighed, "Oh man.. not again jiminshi! Don't spoil him to much okay, y/n?", before going back to eating his dinner.

After a few minutes, jimin still was under the table. Slowly you paniced a bit. What happened? Can't he find the toy? You were so lost in your own thoughts that you almost jumped up at the ceiling as you felt two hands grab your legs. You felt how your legs got spread apart, cold air hitting your still wet cunt. Just as you were about to look under the table you felt something wet licking over your clit. Quickly covering your mouth with the back of your hand to press down a moan. It was so hot, your head was spinning. Another flick against your clit, then a deeper voice whispering, "I couldn't find the vibrator anywhere! Let me make sure you weren't lying princess~", jimin gently bit into your thigh as he pressed a finger down against your entrance.

It went in so easily. Slightly thrusting in and out while his tongue played with your clit. The pleasure made you hold on to the table. "Try to hold your moans back, at home you'll scream my name all night long! My cock will stuff you better as your small toy~", jimin whispered between your legs making sure you wouldn't be able to walk later.

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♡ ~ Yoongi ~ ♡

- he couldn't care less

- looks at you, shruggs and continues to eat

- would say something like, "and now?", "what do you want ME to do?", "If it bothers you this much then go & pick it up"

- fjrjh- the savage he is

- still he loves you, so of course he will help you

- will stop the vibrator using the remote-control

- tells you to calm down & let it be

- BUT if you keep on whining yoongi will make sure you go & pick it up yourself

- or he just wouldn't touch your for days denying you any sort of pleasure

- But if you let it be, he will promise you to buy you a new one later on

- will praise you, "what a good kitten you're for me~"

- "why do you care for that toy so much?" "should I stuff you full with my fingers until later?", he teases

- will totally finger you & make you cum

- if someone of the other members notices your weird behavior and asks yoongi about it, he just goes, "I don't know, why don't you ask her yourself? Y/N is right here"

- Has a smirk on his face when nobody is looking

- After you all go home a suprise comes your way

- Oh dear, poor lucky you-

- Hoseok walks up to you & yoongi

- "I believe this belongs to you. Yoongi asked me to give it back to you. He also said you would reward me for keeping your lewd secret, is that right y/n?", hobi asked, giving you the vibrator back

- yoongi just chuckled, already having a plan in mind

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The moment you told him, you already thought you would be done for. Meaning no reward for you tonight. To your own suprise yoongi just looked at you, shrugged and turned his attention back to his food. You were about to ask what that meant, as he rested his head on his hand, looking at you, "And what do you want me to do now? It's your vibrator isn't it?", yoongi said without blinking. Ahh, sometimes you forgot what a savage he was!

A pout formed on your lips, "But babe.. what if someone finds it? Won't it be embarrassing??", you whined while grabing his other hand, slightly pulling on it. Your boyfriend sighed as he pulled out the remote-control from his pocket and stopped the toy. "There! Are you happy now? Just forget about it, there are many people here. No one will know it was from you!", yoongi whispered back to you as he hid the remote-control again. With that he turned back to eat his dinner.

A frown covered your face. If the other members found out about this, it would be a huge embarrassement. You wouldn't be able to look any of them in the eyes ever again. "If it bothers you this much, go and pick it up yourself kitten!~, the whisper of your boyfriend hit your ear. A small smirk toyed on his lips. Hiding your face behind your hand you whispered back, "No it's alright.. I'm already embarrassed enough..", not wanting to cause a big scene you tried to let it go.

"Let's just forget it! That never happened, okay babe?", looking at the boy next to with a small smile on your face. "What a good kitten I have~", yoongi whispered against your lips and kissed you, "I'll buy my good kitten a new toy later. Would you like that?", he leaned back again but still looking at you. You just smiled and nodded, now also focusing on the food infront of you. It really looked delicious. Just as you were about to take a bit, you felt a hand caressing over your thigh. Holding your breath you eyed your boyfriend from the side. And should you really be suprised? A smirk covered his face, taking a sip from his drink while starring your way. Yoongi knew what he was doing as his hand moved upwards, under your dress and between your legs. Of course he knew! Spreading your legs open with his hand before caressing over your inner thigh. This had you chocking on your breath. Since you were holding it, your lungs struggled for air now.

Yoongi let out a chuckle as he leaned in, "Since you miss your toy this much my fingers will help you out for now! I'll stuff you full until we get back home. So be a good kitty okay?~", he whispered in your ear as he gently bit into it. A teasing lick before he pulled away. His deep voice and his dirty words had your clit throbbing. Shit! How was he this hot?? But you had no time to think about it as your boyfriend caressed over your clit. Rubbing it in circles, but slowly. To slowly! Biting your lip, leaning your chin against your hand, you tried your best to hide the unholy noices wanting to escape from your mouth. It really wasn't fair! Yoongi just sat there, not bothered by anything. Mean while you were a shaking, red-faced mess.

Things just got worse as yoongi decided to push a finger into you. He pushed it all the way in, as far as it could go. Hitting the right spot, you clenched your walls around him, making him chuckle again. Not moving at all, yoongi pushed a second finger in. Hitting your sensetive spot once again. A whine had left your lips but yoongi covered it up with the sound of a cough. You could feel his glare on you. A warning! Better be quiet otherwise no pleasure for a week or worse.

"Do you want to show your wet pussy off so bad? Mhh? Are you trying to get everyones attention so that you could tell them about your lost toy? About how needy you are?", yoongi whispered, starting to thrust his fingers deep and fast. You had no time to prepare for your up coming orgasm. It came so quick. Legs shaking wildly as yoongi continued, "Do you maybe hope that someone would have enough guts to stuff my girlfriend full with their cock? Infront of my eyes? What a whore you are!~".

The next thing you felt was a flick against your clit and then you saw white stars infront of your eyes. One hand grabbing the table hard while you bit into your other hand, which was covering your mouth. Gently thrusting back into your boyfriends fingers you calmed down. That was a good one. One that made you tired. A sigh left your mouth as you felt yoongi's fingers pulling out, leaving you empty. While you tried to take a sip of your drink, geting your mind together, a voice called out your name, "Yo is Y/N okay?.. yoongi.. everything okay?", seokjin asked you.

"Don't worry she is just fine. But why not ask her yourself? Y/N is right next to me, you know?", a sigh left your boyfriends lips as he looked at you. Playing innocenct infront of others, but the look he gave you was different. A teasing, dirty one. Oh, this night was long not over. You knew that! Playing along you smiled from yoongi, to the other members, "Thank you for worrying about me! I don't have a fever. I'm just a bit hot currently. But a bit fresh air should make me feel better", you answered. Lucky you, everyone seemed happy with your responds. Not asking anymore questions.

Ready to leave, jumping in yoongi's car you heard a familiar voice outside. Stopping yoongi you opened the door again and looked for the voice. Hoseok stood infront of you and smiled. His usually bright, sunshine-luke smile. What a sweet gesture. But couldn't help as to think something was off. The look in his eyes was darker. A bit to dark. The complete opposite of the bright smile he wore on his lips. Hobi looked at you, stared you down, basically eye-fucked you. It felt like he would undress you naked with just his gaze. He wanted something from you. So just what was this current situation??

"Sorry to stop you so suddenly Y/N. But I found this earlier and I thought I'd give it back to you. Yoongi asked me to give it to you myself, so here you go!", hoseok explained, sounding like a cute classmate who wanted to gave you some missed homework. Such a sweet guy! The next second hoseok pulled out your vibrator under his jacket. Holding it infront of your face. You could feel the world spinning.A huge blush covered your face, quickly grabbing the toy and throwing it rather careless into the car. How did this even happen?? On the inside you cursed at your sly, kinky boyfriend. This guy is unbelievble! When did he even-

"No!!-", hoseok yelled, "I-I just cleaned it and now you throwing it around like that..", a pout formed on the other boys lips. HE WHAT?? Did he just say.. hoseok cleaned your vibrator, which was inside of you, covered in your juices.. OMG!! Before your mind could progress any futher yoongi stopped you by yelling, "Yahh!! Kitten, don't just throw your vibrator at me! Otherwise I won't buy you a new one", he grumbled, picking up the toy.

You wanted to sink into the floor. What kind of situation is this?? Once again before you could open your mouth, hoseok stopped you, "Yoongi also said you would reward me for keeping your dirty little secret! Is that right Y/N?", he continued. HUH? How can someone ask these type of question's with such a innocenct looking face?? Hobi took a step forward, as you took one back. Now you were pressed against the car, hoseok standing infront of you with one leg in between yours. Another whisper fell against your ear, "After all.. I have enough guts to stuff you full with my cock! Infront of your boyfriend's eyes, infront of yoongi's eyes! So.. how about it k-i-t-t-e-n?", hoseok asked you, loud enough for yoongi to hear it tho.

You were fluestered. Your clit just throbbed. Fuck!! Why does everyone have to be so damn hot?? Staying quiet, you waited what yoongi would do or say. Usually he isn't the type to share. Wrong one look from anyone and the hell broke out. But.. yoongi always acted different around his members! Especially around Hoseok. So this would be interested..

"Your choice kitten! Don't you think we should thank him for keeping our dirty secret from the others?", yoongi smirked, looking towards you. Ahh, so he wanted this? Must be a new turn on for him. A new kink huh? "Yes~ Love, you're right! Thank you for helping us out hoseok! How about you come with us and join us tonight? I feel like rewarding you~", you smiled at the other boy. Still a bit shy but excited for the night to come. Hoseok nodded and smiled back at you.

"Can you two please jump in then and cut the flirting until we're home? It's cold!", yoongi said, making the both of you laugh. Qickly geting into the car, closing all doors. It was s funny ride back home as you told hoseok the whole story about the lost vibrator. It felt somehow like home. Like you could trust any embarrassing storys to them. You just knew this night was going to be amazing. But what you didn't know at that time was..

This wouldn't be only 'ONE' night. This wouldn't be only 'ONE' secret you shared. This wouldn't be only a ' Thank you '! From this very second one you had two very hot, dom boyfriends in your live! And they would spoil you their whole live!

~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~

♡ ~ Jungkook ~ ♡

- the moment you tell him: jungshook

- silence, you thought broke him

- will help you find it but just wait until later

- will punish you!

- you won't walk the next morning or week

- will use his full stamina on you later

- as the lovely, caring boyfriend he is will calm you down

- will ask about the situation, "since when is it gone?" , "did you hear it falling?"

- smart boy will distract everyone by pushing the attention on to you

- leans in to you kiss you deeply on the lips and says, "You're so beautiful tonight babe~"

- now the other members whined to you about 'geting a room' and 'how adorable the two of you were'

- jungkook used this chance to disappear under the table

- He almost forgot he had the remote control on his phone

- taking out his phone, he stopped the vibrator

- after a few minutes he finally found the toy, quickly picking it up and hiding it under his jacket

- A sigh left his mouth but to soon

- Just as jungkook was about to crawl back to his sear, a fork fell down, jimin's fork

- before jk could react, jimin looked under table and looked into jk's eyes

- jimin got scared for a moment and almost jumped before starting to laugh

- what an embarrassing moment, other people would missunderstand this for sure

- the rumors which would spread from this scene.. embarrassing

- your boyfriend went through so much because of you, so you better comfort him all night

- Coming out from under the table and sitting down next to you again

- jungkook whispered to you that everything was found and fine now BUT you should get ready for later ;)

- and with that he meant fucking you in the bathroom

- you better show up if you don't want him angry

~💜~💜~💜~

Jungkook's eyes were wide. His breath stopped for a moment. Oh.. he was so shocked. The poor babe.. "I'm sorry kookie.. I really don't know how this happened..", you whispered again, biting down on your lip. You were so scared to ruin Jk's whole carrier at this point. But how would you go and find the toy without someone seeing you?? So you decided to let your boyfriend know.

A smile appeared on his face as kookie whispered back, "Heyy~ Don't worry to much babe! I'm going to find it okay? Do you know since when it's gone?", one of his hands gently caressed your arm up and down. Trying to calm your nervous heart down. Gosh, kookie was soo sweet. At these times you realized how much you actually loved this man! "5 minutes ago you were moaning my name, rubbing your thighs together, begging me to stop so it can't be far right?", your boyfriend whispered in a teasing voice. THIS MAN!! And there it was... his famous duality! Like wtf??

A sweet but dangerous man! You couldn't help but get fluestered at his words. A laugh left his lips and he smirked, "What? You get shy now?~ How adorable babe! Let me go and check on your toy then okay?~", kookie whispered as he leaned in. Before you could even think about what he meant, he kissed you. A deep kiss, full with love. Once again, without thinking you kissed back. This man's lips were something else. Soft and warm. It made your heart flatter. Out of excitement! Gosh.. this man! How did you get so lucky? To call him yours. You asked this question yourself every single day.

Jungkook pulled away and winked at you before he said out loud, "Wow!!~ You're so damn beautiful tonight babe! I could kiss you forever~", as the words weren't powerfull enough, he licked over his lips. The lips which just touched yours, with the tongue which just touched yours. Oh.. the world was spinning again! But before you could sink in your thoughts, the other group members were talking to you.

"Jungkook and you are so adorable together Y/N!!", hoseok said with a big grin on his face. "When did Jk grow up this much?? I'm so proud of him!", namjoon smiled, taking a sip from his drink. "Woah!! Can it be?? Is jungkook better at flirting then me??", jimin giggled while leaning back in his chair. Hopefully he wouldn't fall again, you thought. "OMG!! Can't you two get a room?? My poor innocenct eyes??", seokjin whined while holding his hand infront of face. "But hyung, they aren't innocenct! Remember that one time we watched-", tae started to laugh while speaking. "EEWW!! Can we not talk about this now? I'm eating!!", yoongi said while whining. How adorable. Like a small baby kitten.

Mean while jk just disappeared under the table to search the lost vibrator and nobody noticed it. Taking out his phone, stopping the vibrator from making any noise he looked around. After a few minutes of search he found it. Quickly hiding it under his jacket. A sigh left his mouth. He finally found it. Now everything was solved. Or at least so he thought..

All of sudden a fork fell down next to him. Huh? Why? But as Jungkook realized the reason why and what was about to happen, it was already to late. The next second Jimin looked under the table just to stare right into Jk's eyes. "WAHH!!", jimin jumped back, geting scared just to laugh and shake his head, "W-What.. are you doing between my legs??", the boy asked between laughing. The other members started to laugh or look down in curiosity. Your heart just stopped from the panic. Omg no.. how would wou ever explain this situation? How would you ever look anyone normal in their eyes again?? Shit!.. But your boyfriend answer had your jaw hitting the floor. In the most calming voice ever, jungkook just goes like, "I was enjoying the view".

Silence. No one said anything. He not just said that, did he?? A huge blush was covering your face, you just got second hand embarrassement! Oh god.. the rumors that would spread from this scene. "Jungkook? Are you cheating on Y/N??", asked jimin, starting to giggle again. Now the others started to laugh too. "How dare you???", seokjin yelled, ready to scold the youngest.

"That's really not funny. Don't you think Y/N must be hurt?", hoseok sounded calm. To calm. Woah, that glare gave you chills. Poor kookie.. and actually that was all your fault! Well.. the vibrator's fault! But still.. "You know jungkook.. If you don't want Y/N, I do! I will treat her well too~" taehyung said with a smirk on his face, starring at you. Ohh this man!!

"WHAT?? HOW DARE YOU-", jungkook yelled, wanting to get up but hitting his head on the table. Now he was clearly mad! You had to stop this somehow!

Without thinking twice you stood up and laughed loud, " OMG! Stop Jungkook!! You clearly won this round! Let's stop playing the courage-game for tonight okay?", you walked towards jimin, helping your boyfriend up from under the table. Not caring about the toy anymore. "Ohh! So this was just a prank or something??", jimin asked confused. You nodded with a smile, "I dared him to scare you. Well.. I guess it worked", then you laughed, sitting down again. Lucky jungkook got what you were on about and nodded his head, "Yes!! I told you I would win babe!! Ahh.. and I'd never cheat on my love! So don't even try to hit on my girlfriend! Got it??", jungkook glared at everyone, but laughing after. Turning towards you as he whispered, "I got it! Everything is solved~", he smiled as he kissed your cheek.

Your heart calmed down as you heard this words from him. Everything was normal again. But as jungkook's eyes met yours once again, the look had changed. It was way darker. Oh.. he was mad. You felt a gently bite on your ear as kookie whispered, "Meet me in 5 minutes in the bathroom! Don't come later or else.. hehe~", he chuckled softly, standing up and excusing himself to the bathroom. Your heartbeat increased with every word of his. Oh boy.. Taking a sip from your drink you thought of how to slip away, without beeing obvious.

"Uhm.. I don't mean to seem rude boys but I kinda feel so full from eating, I'll take a walk while having some fresh air outside", you said, smiling warmly while standing up. "Sorry to hear that y/n. But someone should join you, it's dark outside after all!", joonie answered with a returing warm smile. "I'll go with you! Until jungkook comes back from the bathroom that is~", jimin stood up and grabbed his jacket.

'Shit!', you cursed on the inside. This was a bad idea!! "There is really no need jimin. You are still eating after all. I wanted to wait for jk infront of the bathroom and go outside with him. But thank you, you're all so sweet!", you blushed, looking away with a giggle. You meant it, you really did. But right now was a bad timing for much company. "O-oh.. Oh! I get it. That's no big deal. Have fun y/n~", jimin's face lit up with a grin and sat down again. He winked at you and minded his buisness again. Did he realise? No right..

Without thinking twice you went to the bathroom to find your boyfriend. Standing infront of the men's bathroom you hoped no one would see you. With a quick look you around you slipped inside the bathroom. No one there. Lucky! Running towards the bath stalls. All of suddden a hand grabbed you and pulled you in one of the stalls. "Just in time princess~", jungkook whispered in your ear, locking the door. Shock was written over your face but disappeared quickly. "Don't scare me like that!", you whispered back, now pouting a bit. Jungkook just laughed and pressed you against the wall. Pinning you between his arms. His tattooed, strong arms. He pushed his tongue into his cheek while starring at you. Gosh, he looked so damn fine! You felt yourself geting wet. Rubbing your thighs together.

"Looks like you want me to right?", he asked, leaning in, stopping shortly before your lips, "You want my cock inside of you. Filling you up. Replacing the toy of yours. Punishing you for not keeping it in like a good darling!", he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours. Your heart was about to explode, you were horny and so in love. "Beg me & I'll do it~", with that jungkook leaned away and sitting down on the closed toilet. Fuck, did he have to man spread now?

"Go on, sit on my lap and beg me to fuck you right here!~", jk said, pushing back his hair, looking at you. The lust in his eyes clearly visible. This would be a looong walk outside...

♡ ~ Hoseok ~ ♡

~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~

- the moment your words left your lips, 'BOOM', a shocked hoseok

- looks at you with wide eyes, chocking on his glas of wine

- hitting his chest, within his now fast beating heart, "YOU.. WHAT? HOW? HERE?? WHERE IS IT NOW??", hoseok asked you loud enough for the other members to hear

- what a mess..

- the moment hoseok realised his mistake it was already to late

- the other members were talking all at the same time, laughing, teasing, making jokes

- since it clearly wasn't the first time they caught hobi & you in the act

- and it wouldn't be the last either..

- while having fun & talking you shortly forgot about the actually issue here

- that was until yoongi looked at you, giving you hints

- what does he want to tell you?

- It couldn't be... was the toy with him??..

- Hoseok, still embarrassed but now horny from this whole situation quickly picked up on your & yoongi's gazes

- a jelaous hoseok dragged you out to show you who you belong to, what a turn for the better

- who cares about the toy if you could have the real thing right???

- all of sudden you heard yoongis voice behind you

- hoseok smirks at yoongi, than to you

- oh boy.. you were in trouble..

~💜~💜~💜~

"WHAT?", hoseok screamed, entertaining the whole restaurant. He was so shocked that he chocked on his wine. Trying to catch his breath, your boyfriend didn't even realise the chaos he just had created. You blushed, laughing embarrassed, hardly trying to think of an excuse. Which was hard with all eyes on you. After realising what he did, hoseok quickly looked to you, then back at the boys. Did they catch on to it?? "What did you do now?", jimin asked while laughing at hoseoks face. "I bet something dirty..", yoongi said while he continued to eat his food.

This made everyone laugh until seokjin coughed and looked at hoseok, "Yah!! Can you two not get me involved in your dirty-games, for once?", if someone looked closely you could see jin's red ears. Hoseok laughed and waved his hand, "sorry, sorry hyung~ Haha~ But you walked into the wrong roo-"

"BAHH!!! BAHHHH!", seokjin started to yell and jumped up from his chair. Now it was your turn to laugh, both, out of embarrassement & out of fun. "It is your fault! You two should keep this thing more privat! And y/n, don't you act innocenct now!!", seokjin pouted, also embarrassed & mad about it. Which made you laugh even more. How is he so funny without trying??

"Why is he so mad?", namjoon asked laughing at the scene. "Hyung walked in on Hoseok-hyung & y/n doing it from behind-", jungkook said looking on his phone. "YAH!!!", seokjun blushed while hiding his face in his hands. Namjoon just sighed and patted jin's shoulder, "Seriously? First me now hoseok?". Hoseok couldn't help but to laugh and put an arm around you, "You have to knock hyung~". The teasing ended with yoongi saying, "Can you not cockblock people?". For a moment you forgot about the actually issue. Forgot about the embarrassement. Forget about the wetness between your thighs.

But the moment you cought yoongi's eyes he smirked at you and looked down at his feed, hiding under the table. At first you didn't get what he meant but the gaze towards hoseok then back to you said it all. Your eyes widened, almost a gasp came over your lips, "No way??..", you quietly mouthed towards yoongi. The other group-member just bit his lip and shrugged his shoulders . 'What's that suppose to mean???', you thought, face geting warm at the embarrassement. Was he messing with you?? Like it's not the first time yoongi or the other members caught you in the act. But it wasn't like you didn't caught him with someone else in the act either.. Lucky no one took it actually serious. All these embarrassing storys would be told later as a funny expierence between the closest of friends!

'No way.. is he geting revenge on me?? For that one time I saw him riding-', "Y/N? You have been starring at me for quiet some time now.. do I have sonething on my face?", yoongi asked, acting calm. This sly...

"Or did something that I said earlier made you curious about me?", a small smirk formed on his face. 'Don't you dare..', you mouthed quietly at him. But it was already to late..

"Ahh.. I somehow forgot my phone in the car. Sunshine, can you come with me to get it?", hoseok ask in a charming, bitter-sweet tone. Oh namjesus.. you were in for something now.. "Of course my sun~" you answered, smiling even tho you knew it wasn't the right time to call him that. You rather should call him something else...

You stood up and hobi & you walked to his car. "Get in! On the backseat! We have things to discuss", he said in a dark, deep voice. "H-Hoseok here? What if someone-", "Oh I want them to see! I want them to know what's mine!", hoseok said opening the car door for you. You were still railed up from earlier but now you were really on the edge. After laying down on the backseat, you all of sudden heard a voice behind hobi, "Yo jhope you lost something! Better yet.. your partner lost something~", the voice said. Wanting to sit up to see who it was but hoseok pushed you back down with one hand and turned around, "Y-You found it?", his voice cracked a bit, shy from the sudden confrontation.

Within a second hoseok's whole attitude changed, "Well.. did you brought it with you?", your boyfriend asked with a dark undertone. It turned him on too, the bugle im his pants clearly proved it. The person gave your beloved toy back to hoseok and leaned against the car door just to look down at you. Seeing who it was made you just even more excited for what was about to come..

Yoongi smirked at you, "Soo which one was it? Why did you stare at me? Don't worry you can be honest! Your boyfriend already gave his permission~". Hoseok looked at you with a soft smile, yet his eyes were still dark, "Answer him honestly sunshine!~". You tried to calm your fast beating heart as you yelled, "I want you! The both of you! I want yoongi and hoseok to be mine..," Yoongi just laughed and hoseok said, "Well said my sunshine! No.. our sunshine!"

~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~

♡ ~ Taehyung ~ ♡

- would talk you in safety just to mess with you

- his duality..

- gentleman in streets but not in the sheeds-

- "aww love don't worry we all lose something here and there", has the softest voice

- even his eyes show nothing but sympathy

- BUT you know tae better than that..

- this meant a long night without orgasm

- he would make you apologize for it and you loved it

- behave like a brat and he might even spanks you

-tae: no one will know

-you: they gonna know..

- A tease, loves to see you fluestered

- lucky the other members are already used to your "games"

- poor you

- tae just acting all innocent and oblivious infront of the members while opening your bra in public

- the embarrassement on your face was his favorite thing

- while you ran to the bathroom, tae just chills with his members

- seokjin can't catch a break with the two of you

- his poor eyes, he was so embarrassed

- seeing your toy on the floor beneath him

- you came back, almost having a meltdown

- tae just playing along with the others

- ACTOR TAE everyone

- after the conversation calmed down you thought yourself in safety

- but not so fast..

- why is jungkook looking at you like that?

- does he know?

- why is jk waiting in tae's car to go home?

- Is tae smirking?

- you couldn't help but be excited

~💜~💜~💜~

Taehyung looks at you with an unreadble expression before smiling gently at you. His eyes full of love and understanding, "Poor cutie~ Don't worry, I'll find it before anyone else does! See, I'll just turn the toy off so no matter where it is, no one will hear it!~", tae said while he presses the remote in his pocket and turns it off just to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

"What where you two talking about hyung?", asked jungkook, beeing the curious boy he is. A small blush forming on your cheeks as you quietly toke a sip from your drink, trying to avoid eye contact. Soon realising, leaving tae to answer this was a bad idea, "Y/n just lost my favorite toy and wanted to know if I'm mad about it~" , he answered casually, continueing to eat. You on the other hand just chocked on your drink, coughing like crazy. Did he really just say-

"Are you okay y/n? Do you want me to pat your back?", tae asked you, not blinking once, with the softest smile on his beautiful lips. He... And this was when you realised he was doing this on purpose! A punishment! So he was mad after all.. oh lord..

While still coughing you nodded, which was the second bad idea this evening. Taehyung stands up, pats your back and opens your bra. Having this small, very slightly smirk on his face. No one would notice, maybe jimin. But you did notice. The act itself told you! If he already started like this you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. But you should have seen the look on your face! Priceless! And tae thought so as well. Poor you. Tae just sits down again with that caring smile on his face, "Did it help, are you better now?". Forcing a smile, you leaned akwardly on the table, "mhh... yes! t-thank you love~", not beeing able to handle the embarrassement anymore you quickly excused yourself to the bathroom.

"Soo... hyung, what did you do?!", jungkook adked, clearly judging him. With one eyebrow raised and his arm leaning on the table he looked at his older hyung. "What do you mean?", tae answered with a question, keeping this careing smile on his face, not giving into the teasing. Jk just sighed with a turn of his head, "yoo jimin-shi, take a look at taehyung he is up to something again". Jimin turned to them both, "Not again! Here?? Really?! What did she do this time?", giggeling to himself and shaking his head at his best friends actions. "I really don't know what you guys are talking about~", tae said, his lip moving up a bit, which was gone again within seconds. "Hyung said, y/n lost his favorite toy so does he mean-", jungkook continued, looking from jimin to tae with a smirk. Just as he wanted to finish his sentence someone screamed, "THIS??? WHAT IS THIS???", making everyones head turn.

Seokjin had jumped up from his chair, staring at the ground in disbelieve. Who would do such a thing?? Why him??

Tae playdd his part incredible well, letting out a gasp while looking all shocked. You on the other hand... You just came back, now calmed down, wondering what the fuck was going on, "hey guys, i'm back-.. whaats wrong??", you asked confused yet a bit worried. Seokjin looked liked he had seen a ghost. "I AM FURIOUS Y/N!!! Look at the floor!!", jin yelled, his ears turning all red. You raised an eyebrow and looked down confused but suddenly got really pale in the face. Now you had seen the ghost. The ghost of your missing, long lost toy, it was laying under seokjin's chair. Still shining with your juices..

"O-Oh my god..", you let out, feeling the ground beneath you disappear. "RIGHT?! Who would do such a thing here??", jin was shaking his head in disappointment before looking up again, "Oh,.. don't tell me..", looking around, then at you. Your heart stopped at that moment, hoping to look very confused. But you could feel your cheeks geting hoter every second. You looked over to tae, who looked at you with a shrug of his shoulders. "D-Did.. I bring the toy of my wife with me by acciddent??..", seokjin asked more himself than the others.

"YOU WHAT??", tae asked in shock, gasping a bit and lookimg away. Acting shy. You decided to play along, a laugh leaving your mouth, "haha omg no..", making everyone else laugh too. Everyone. Besides Jungkook. He was starring at you with a blush on his face. Having put two and two together he understood very well what game you lovers played. "You good there jk? You look a bit fluestered?", jimin asked. Jungkook as about to answer but got cut off, "He is fine. Just shocket that our LOVELY hyung would be so naughty", taehyung said with a sigh, patting jk's head softly. While you sat down again you looked at jungkook in panic. Did he know? He didn't right??

Jungkook looked back at you with the same panic. RIGHT?? "Aghh!! Let's just forget about this okay??!!", jin yelled, quickly picking up the toy and hiding it in his bag. You decided to take a sip from your drink, trying to calm down again. After that everything went almost normal. Almost. Jungkook side-eyed you and taehyung all the time. Making you feel very akward and shy.

Later, once everyone was saying their goodbyes and going home, tae took you back to his car, "Go in already, I'll get our toy back from hyung!", tae said, kissing you on the forhead. Before saying otherwise tae was already walking away. So you did as your boyfriend told you and sat inside the car.

"So y/n, care to explain what turned you on so much that your toy slipped out?", a voice asked from the backseat, making you jump out of your skin. "Who?! WHA-", you yelled, blush forming on your face as you realised it was only jungkook. He looked back at you with a smirk, leting out a chuckle, "Did I scare you?". Leting out a sigh, while trying to calm your nerves and heart, "So.. you did know after all?", you asked, biting your lip. Great, very embarrassing. Another chuckle left his lips, "I'm pretty sure besides jin, everyone did hehe~", he laughed. Your mouth opened and closed again, another sigh left you, "I guess I should've known right?". You turned around, faceing jungkook fully, "Does.. tae know?.. I mean, about you knowing?", you asked looking away, not beeing able to hold eye contact.

"Do I know what?", tae asked while entering the car, looking at you with a soft smile. Tae sat down in the car, starting it. "Uhm.. hyung shouldn't you first explain?", jungkook looked at tae, biting his lip. Was he nervous? Your boyfriend nodded, turning to you, "Y/N I have a suprise for you.. yet maybe it will become more like a punishment..", tae smirked, looking over to jungkook. "Will you help me teaching her a lesson?", tae asked while pushing your hair to the side, eyes all on jk tho. "It would be my pleasure~", jungkook chuckled, leaning forward and patting tae's shoulder. Now you saw where this was going. And you liked it! You loved it! Very much!

"Y/N are you comfortable with beeing shared between both of us tonight?", your boyfriend, taehyung asked while gently caressing your cheek with his hand. He didn't have to ask twice. Head nodding wildly, "Yes!! Please!!!", you said with your heart beating fast.

"Great! Then jungkook.. you will see why she was so wet to lose her toy~", tae started to drive, leaving the place. This would be an interesting expierence~

~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~

♡ ~ Namjoon ~ ♡

- you tell him, he nods his head, continueing to eat

- cool, cool, WHAT? SAY THAT AGAIN!

- stops nodding head, stops chewing and looks at you

- confused like he is trying to understand what you just said

- he is loading everyone, be patient!

- "but you wear panties right?", thats it, his answer. "Soo how-?"

- "I used the small one today joonie", you sighed, looking fluestered on your plate

- originally you thought using the small toy was the best choice here but well bad idea..

- namjoon shwalloed his food and patted your thigh to calm you down, "Don't worry we will find it. Whats the worst that can happen? Someone else seeing it? Well.. the other members aren't really innocenct soo.. nervermind!", he smiled, giving you a kiss on the forhead

- you can see why is he the leader! He is just so amazing at solving problems, he managed to calm you down just with his words alone

- you smiled back at him, thanking him

- to soon-

- "I'll just stop the noise with the remote. Than no one will hear it!"

- good idea just a bit clumsy

- joonie pulled out the remote control, which slipped out of his fingers and fell into the soup infront of him

- causing the soup to swap over on the table

- you didn't know if you should laugh or cry

- joonie just sits there questioning his life choices

- the others members scould him again to be carefull while cleaning up the mess, feeling bad for the staffs

- laughing it off, namjoon tried to calm you down again

- "I'll be right back babe", joonie said, throwing his fork under the table, "oh no.. haha.. look at me beeing so clumsy today", he laughed while crawling under the table

- somehow you had a feeling this was a bad idea

- "you know you could just use a new fork right hyung?", jimin said laughing

- "noo that would be irresponsible. Let's not give people who do the dishes even more work!", joonie answered.

- you all talked and talked, laughed and spoke

- but no sign of namjoon

- where did your boyfriend go??

- all of sudden your phone beeped, a new messeage from joonie?

- you gasped as you opened it, a picture with many toys loaded on your screen

- "which one is yours?", joonie had wrote

- wtf? The blush formed on your face, to embarrassed to think over the situation in detail

- quickly typing the answer but joonie was already back up with his fork

- he looked at you with a knowing face

- he was up to something.. ohoh

- you looked at him with a confused look

- "count the toys in the photo", he said with a wink, before cleaning his fork

- funny how there were 7 toys in the photo, wait.. omg!!

- as you got it your brain was about to explode

- data overload..

- later on as dinner was over and everyone already left, just namjoon, jimin and you were still there

- "could it be that you lost something..?", jimin asked, looking curious at the both of you

- "yes but you did too!", namjoon answered, smirking at him

- "Indeed! Soo should we go and get it together? After all my love is waiting for me~", jimin chuckled, eyeing the door.

- both of them get under the table get their stuff while you just stand their, mouth agape

- jimin left and namjoon smirked at you, "We should go home too. You must be frustrated, let me make you feel good babe~",

- you both were on the way home, walking inside the house

- "undress for me and lay on bed will you? I'll be there in a second~",

- "let me just text jin again. He 'forgot' something. I'll make sure to remind him~", joonie laughed while picking up his phone

~💜~💜~💜~

A nod, another nod, still nodding after what you just told him, he kept eating. A second later his eyes widened, he stopped nodding and chewing. Turned his head to you. You were nervous, waiting for his reaction. But nothing, he just sat there. Sorting the information. After a few seconds he looked at you confused, "But you're wearing panties.. right?", you nodded, "so.. how did it-", he started but you cut him off, "I used the small one today joonie!", letting out a sigh you stared embarrassed on your plate. How did this even happen? How did you not notice?? Orginally you thought using the small one would be a good idea and more comfortable but well.. looks like it was a bad idea after all.

It was like namjoon felt right away your anxiety and patted your thigh, shwalloing his food and whispering, "Don't worry babe! We will find it! What is the worst that can happen? Someone else finding it? Well.. the members aren't exactly innocent soo.. nevermind?!". Joonie kissed you on the forhead with a warm smile. You could see why he was the leader, he was so good at handling problems, taking care of everyone, making them feel at ease. He calmed you down with his words alone. "Thank you love", you smiled but it was way to soon.

"Let me stop the noice first", namjoon said, pulling out the remore of the toy, wanting to stop it. But before he could press any button it fell out of his hands, right in the soup beneath him. That caused the soup to swap over on the table. A huge gasp left you making everyone look at the scene. You really didn't know if you should laugh or cry. Namjoon just sat there, questioning his life choices. "Yahh, not again", yoongi sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. "At least it wasn't our table this time!", jimin laughed and leaned back in his chair. "Still! Let's not leave it like this okay?", hoseok said while standing up and cleaning it with a few tissues, "I'll feel bad for the people that work here!". What a kind soul, you wiped a tear on the inside.

Looking at joonie, he smiled and patted your tigh again, "I'll be right back babe~", with that he threw his fork under the table. "O-Oh no.. haha.. look at me beeing this clumsy today..", with a small laugh and a sigh he climbed under the table. A feeling told you that was a really bad idea. You wondered why. "You know hyung, you could just use a new fork right? There are some more here", jimin laughed, looking from namjoons chair to you. You just shrugged. "Noo that would be irresponsible! Let's think on the people who do the dishes okay?", joonie answered, beeing the sweet heart he always was. You all talked and talked, and laughed but no sign of namjoon since he went under the table. Slowly you got nervous. Where was your boyfriend?? Did he go to buy a new toy or what??

Suddenly you phone beeped. Checking it you saw one new messeage from namjoon. Your looked confused. What does that mean? Opening the message you gasped, almost dropping your phone at the sight.

'Which one is yours?' - babe ♡ - 20:35

[ photo]

The messages said, showing a picture with many toys under the table. Wtf?? You had to try very hard to keep it together. The situation got more akward with the second. Feeling your face geting red at the embarrassement you quickly typed in your answer. But right in this moment joonie was already back up with his fork in hand. Wondering what now you waited for his answer. He sat down, cleaning his fork and lookinh at you. This look! He was planning something! Ohoh..

Raising one eyebrow you looked confused at him. "Count the toys in the picture", namjoon said with a knowing smirk on his face. Looking back at the picture on your phone you did what you were told. Huh?! Funny! There were really 7 toys like yours in the picture. Wait?!

Your eyes widened. Did that mean everyone here- Your brain was about to crash. OMG! No way! Looking at joonie you wanted to know if you understood right. The smirk of his said it all. Yet he acted normal and just continued to eat, with a fresh fork. What a dork..

Later everyone was leaving, one after another. Until just jimin, namjoon and you were left. Just packing your things, still talking a bit and drinking the glas empty.

"Hyung, could it be that you both lost something? I saw it earlier..~", jimin asked with a teasing, curious look on his face. You were about to deny it. Yet namjoon smiled and nodded, "Yes we did. But I believe you did too right jimini?~", a teasing smirk at the younger member was added. But jimin just chuckled and nodded, "Indeed! So should we go and get it back? After all.. my love is waiting for me ~", he asked looking at joonie and then at the door. You just stood there, mouth agape as they both went under the table to pick up their items.

If there was one thing you learned it was that a day with bts was never boring! And you loved it! You loved them! But the most you loved you boyfriend, kim namjoon!

Jimin had left and you and joonie were already in your car, almost at his home.

"Let me make you feel good once we're home babe! You must be frustrated~", joonie smirked at you while parking the car. Walking inside the house, in his bedroom he kissed you, "Undress for me, lay on the bed. I'll be there in a second~", with that he picked up his phone and chuckled, "Let me just text seokjin, he 'forgot' something at the dinner. Just want to remind him~". You started to laugh and hide your face in your hands. You couldn't believe this~

~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~💜~

(Sorry for grammar mistakes! I hope you still enjoyed! Thank you for reading~ )

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delugguk · 2 years

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#64 + #89 with Taehyung 😫

64 “shut your mouth”

89 “this is my pussy i can touch it whenever i please.”

pair: taehyung x reader

genre: smut

what happens here?: fingering.

word count: 245

from this prompt list, (not taking more numbers until next time).

it was risky and anyone could open this door but taehyung was kissing you so passionately you couldn't find the energy to stop him.

"taehyung, ah-" moaning in his ear, you try to push him away but it's almost useless when you aren't even putting one bit of strength into it. feeling way too good.

"tell me what you want." he rasps against your lips while touching the side of your bare pussy with his fingers.

"wh-what if someone opens the door?" you ask, biting your lips as you stare at his lidded eyes.

"then, let them see." he answers with a prominent smirk on his face.

"tae-" you yelp as he introduces one of his fingers into your very wet cunt.

"shut your mouth, would you?" he kisses your neck. "for someone that doesn't wish to be caught on, you're being too loud." grinning towards your jaw as he lowly speaks.

his fingers start thrusting into you and you, feeling so aroused by his words (because they were true), start moving your hips, matching to his fingers.

"b-but taehyun-"

"taehyung what, huh?" he takes his fingers out, bringing one tiny slap to your clit. "your body is telling me otherwise, baby." then starts fucking you once again with his three fingers. "this is my pussy I can touch it whenever I please."

..and worst thing is, that he was right. because you'll always let him, no matter the time and no matter the place.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Last Resort

Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader, Tae x Named Reader, Jimin x Jungkook

Word count- 4k

Includes- Riding, blow jobs all around, fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jimin POV

"Fuck Jo. Faster"

She nods, bouncing on my cock faster, pleasure hitting me hard

"Good girl", I answer, "Cum on me"

"Soon", she murmurs

"What do you need baby?", I ask

"Fuck me too"

I nod, gripping her hips and thrusting into her tight cunt

"God yes", she moans, both of us moving together

"Jimin....Jimin", she gasps, "Fuck Jimin"

I watch her cum on me, feeling the pleasure I get from it

So good

When she finishes, she moves off me, sitting on my stomach

"Tired", I smirk

"No", she snorts, "I'm getting off so you don't cum. Just in case"

I nod, "Good idea"

"Do you really think this is going to work?", she asks doubtfully

"It might. It's like our last resort. They don't fucking pay attention to any of our hints"

"They're so oblivious", she agrees

Jungkook and Tae

The two guys we love

She loves Tae and for me it's Jungkook

It's always been Jungkook

I had no idea I was bi until I met him

I've only ever been with her

My best friend who is also my friend with benefits

We came to the agreement we'd have sex years ago

I couldn't have a girlfriend or Jungkook but I'm still a guy and like sex

She didn't want a boyfriend who wasn't Tae but she's a girl and likes sex too

It was the best solution

We knew each other since we were kids, we know everything about each other and it was logical

We both knew it was just sex and who we loved

And we tried to help each other get the guy we want

Dropping hints, flirting, wearing sexy clothes

For her its more revealing clothes, for me it's tighter shirts and pants

Nothing works

They're both so dense

And her and I fuck our frustrations away

But this time we came up with a plan that hopefully will work

Fucking in the living room when both Tae and Jungkook are out, hoping they come in and catch us

Then we'd invite them to join us

Hopefully they say yes and this can lead to something else

If not then at least her and I can cum

"If it doesn't work I'm gonna riot", she mutters

I laugh, "What am I not enough?"

She narrows her eyes, "Oh shut up Jimin. Of course you are. But it's not the same as it'd be with Tae and you know it"

Yeah I know

It'd definitely not be the same as with Jungkook

I've never been with a guy before

I don't know what it's like or really what to do

But I'll figure it out

"Hey you're soft", she teases

"Well that happens when your cunt isn't around me. Or when your mouth isn't"

She rolls her eyes, moving off me, "Stand up"

I stand as she goes on her knees

She grips my cock, pumping it a few times to get me semi hard

Then she puts her mouth around me, sucking immediately

"Fuck", I moan, closing my eyes as pleasure fills me

As much as I want Jungkook, I do like having sex and getting blow jobs from her

Her cunt is so fucking tight, throbs so fucking nicely around me

And I love eating her cunt

She tastes good

I move my hand in her hair, holding on as she moves back and forth on me

"Good girl", I moan

I hear the door open, Tae and Jungkook's voices filling the hallway

Her eyes widen and I nod, "Keep sucking baby. I'll ask them ok?"

She nods, her mouth moving faster and I have to try hard to keep my eyes open

"Fucking hell", I hear Tae whisper

"Holy shit"

That was Jungkook

I look up at them to see their shocked faces as they stand in the living room

"Hey", I say casually

"Uh...", Tae says, his eyes on her

"Wanna join?", I ask

Tae's reaction is immediate

"I wanna fuck her", he yells, practically running to us, "Can I?"

She looks at him and nods

"Get undressed", I tell him

Jungkook just stands there looking around

'Please say yes', I think

Tae is already getting undressed so he seems into it

I'm not sure if Jungkook is into it and reluctant or wants nothing to do with it

"What can I do?", Tae asks desperately, his hands touching her body, feeling her up as he stays behind her

"Fuck you feel so good", he says in awe

I see her smile around my cock and honestly I'm happy for her

I have no clue if Jungkook is into guys but if she can get Tae then it's worth it

I know how much she loves him

He's all she wanted for so long

Since she met him

"Finger her. Make her cum", I tell Tae

His hand immediately shoots down, his long fingers instantly inside her

She moans loudly, he looks like he just won a gold medal, smiling so happily

I watch his fingers move in and out, his other hand squeezing her boob, playing with her nipple, pleasure on her face as she continues to suck my dick

Jungkook is just standing there, watching

"Kookie. Come help me suck Jimin", she breathes out heavily

Yes please

Please, please, please

"I...I don't know how", he says softly

My eyes snap to him, him biting his lip

"I'll teach you", she gets out

I don't tear my gaze away from Jungkook

"Ok", he whispers

Ok?

He said ok?

Oh my fucking God yes!

Yes yes yes

Oh fuck

"Take your clothes off Kookie", she instructs him

I watch in awe as he strips, his abs so pretty, his cock so big and semi hard

Guess this is turning him on

"Please cum for me", I hear Tae begging her, "Please please"

Looking back at them, I see the pleasure in her face, his hands moving fast, this thumb playing with her clit, his mouth giving her kisses all along her shoulder blade and back of her neck

Yeah they're definitely getting together

"Tae", she moans, shaking as she orgasms, her hand squeezing my hip where she's holding

"Yes baby, yes", he moans, giving her more kisses everywhere he can

"Come here Kookie", she says after her orgasm finishes

Jungkook comes closer, getting on his knees next to her

I'm so fucking excited

I can't believe this is happening

"Oh fuck", she cries, her nails digging into my thigh even more

I look down to see Tae laying on the floor, under her, his tongue buried in her pussy

And he's going at it like he's never eaten anything before

Her hand moves into his hair, holding on, pleasure all over her face

"Watch", she tells Jungkook

She licks from my base to my head, then takes my head in her mouth sucking

"Fuck", I moan

She moves down all the way, deep throating me, her head moving back and forth, sucking as she goes

"Oh god", I cry, the pleasure so good

She's moaning around my dick from Tae's tongue as well, the vibrations running up and down my spine

After a minute, she moves off, yelling Tae's name as she cums

Tae moans loudly, "So good. Fuck so good"

I know what he means

She does taste good

"More baby please", he pleads, his mouth around her clit sucking hard

"Fuck Tae, yes", she whimpers

"Ride my mouth baby. Please for me", he begs

I watch his tongue go right inside her, his hands moving her hips on his face

She moves, grinding on his face

Christ they're so into each other

I wanna be like that with Jungkook

"Llll...lick him Kookie"

I feel a tongue on me, my eyes snapping down to see Jungkook lick me

And I just get turned on to the max

"Put him in your mouth"

My eyes don't tear from Jungkook as I watch him finally, finally wrap his mouth around my cock

I never thought this fucking day would come

He sucks once and I moan so loudly, "Fuck"

"Suck more. Faster", she gets out

Jungkook's mouth moves faster, the sucks so fucking pleasurable

I hear her yell again and Tae praising her for tasting amazing while I'm lost in the pleasure from Jungkook's mouth

Slowly, I put my hand in his hair, softly playing with it

Suddenly Tae is standing next to me, moaning so loudly

Glancing over, I see her on her knees his cock buried in her mouth as she goes at it

"Fuck baby", he breathes, "You're mouth is fucking perfect"

It is

But for me, now Jungkook's is better

"Come on Kookie. Get him all in your throat", she urges, getting off Tae, him whining immediately

I could kiss her right now

I watch her push Jungkook's head down, my cock going in more and more

"Good job Kookie. Jimin has a big cock but it's so good to suck on"

She looks up at me, smirking and I silently thank her

Jungkook keeps going, getting me all in, choking a little

"Breathe Kookie. It's ok. It'll pass"

I watch Jungkook breath with my cock in his mouth, tears in his doe eyes

Good god, I could cum right now

"Good Kookie. Now move back"

She moves his head about half way down me

"Now go back up"

She pushes his head again, this time up

"Keep doing that until you get used to it. Then I'll tell you what to do next"

Jungkook moves his head up and down my cock, taking me in over and over again, the sight pushing me so much closer

God I'm in so much pleasure

I finally have him after years of wanting him

All the years of waiting and it was so worth it

"Now Kookie, suck his cock while doing that"

I feel a soft sucking motion at first, it getting stronger every suck and the pleasure intensifies

I really can't hold it much longer

Tae moans again and I know she's sucking him off again

He's holding her hair, fucking her throat while she takes it, sucking at the same time

This is fucking insane

Both me and Tae getting blow jobs at the same time

"Baby I'm gonna cum", Tae yells

That was quick

But I know from experience she's fucking good at oral

She's made me cum in less than a minute

And she's also made it last a long time too

She just knows when I needed a quick blow job or a long one and she did it

Now Tae gets to have that with her

While I get my Jungkook

"Joanne fuck!", Tae yells

I can't help but look at her, watching her swallow his cum eagerly, moaning

It's a turn on to see

"Tastes so good Tae", she praises him

Jungkook sucks harder, burying me in his throat again and again

"I...I...fuck", I moan, my cum shooting in his mouth, bliss taking over my body, my legs shaking

"Head down Kookie, take him all in", she instructs and he obeys

"Now swallow. All of his cum."

Jungkook swallows, his throat closing on my shaft, sending spikes of more pleasure through me

"Keep going. Jimin cums a lot"

Jungkook moans while swallowing and it's music to my ears

When my orgasm is over, Jungkook moves off me, licking his lips, spit all over his face

"Hyung tastes good"

My eyes pop out of my head

Holy shit, he really said that

I'm happy

Like stupidly happy

"Does Kookie want hyung to suck his cock too?", I ask looking down at his huge cock

I lick my lips, just imagining it in my throat

He nods and again I'm surprised

"Stand up Kookie"

He does, standing in front of me

Tae kneels down and picks her up, carrying her to the other couch

"Wanna fuck you noona"

"Yeah Tae, want it. Want you"

I'm glad he wants her

He takes her to the couch, moving on top of her

I watch him look down at her, running his fingers in her hair

Does he love her too?

He never gave any indication that he felt anything for her

Was he hiding it?

He leans down, pressing his lips to hers

Of course she kisses him back, her arms around his neck, both of them holding each other so closely

Her legs move around his waist and from her whimper and his moan, I can tell he's inside her

"So good baby", he whimpers

She nods, "Yeah Tae. You feel so good too"

He kisses her again, moving, thrusting inside her

"Hyung", Jungkook says softly

I turn back to him

"I didn't forget you baby", I tell him, "I'm just making sure Jo is ok"

He nods, taking my hand, "Please?"

I kneel down, hearing Jungkook's slight gasp, making me smile

His huge cock is in my face, so hard, standing straight out and leaking cum

God his dick looks so good

Pressing my tongue to his slit, I taste his cum and I knew, I knew he would taste this good

I've never given a blow job before and I just recall what Joanne does to me

Moving my tongue to his base, I slowly drag it up, along his underside, then swirling around his head, his gasps so loud

I smile, moving my mouth around his head and sucking soflty

"Oh my god", Jungkook whimpers, his legs shaking

I remember to be aware of my teeth as I suck more on his pretty cock

Wrapping my hand around his shaft not in my mouth, slowly jerking him off

His cock is heavy on my tongue, stretching my mouth out but I love it

I finally have him, have his dick and I'm going to enjoy this

And make sure he does too

I take him more in with every suck, licking his shaft too

He took me all in and I want to do the same for him

His tip enters my throat and I choke right away, tears springing to my eyes

I can't do this slow

It has to be fast or it'll be hard

Ignoring the choking, I surge forward, burying his entire cock in my throat

I gag, spit falling from my mouth and around his cock, tears falling down my face

"Jimin, oh my god", he whines and that sound propels me to keep going

I suck on his massive cock, breathing through my nose, swallowing around his dick

His hands move into my hair, holding on as his eyes close, pleasure all over his face

All over his body

God he's fucking beautiful

And seeing him in pleasure is making me horny

Remembering how Joanne taught him, I move my head back down his length, then moves back up fucking him into my throat

"Jimin! Fuck", he cries

I bob my head, taking him back in, forcing my throat to relax against him cock

His cock throbs in my mouth and that fucking feeling is so hot, such a turn on

"I'm gonna cum!", he yells, "Jimin...I'm...Jimin!"

Hot delicious cum bursts in my throat and I swallow greedily, savoring the taste

"Oh fuck fuck, Jimin, fuck it feels so good! Jimin!"

The last of his cum spurts from his slit and I move down, sucking to make sure I get all of it, then move back, breathing in

"Hyung? Are you ok?", Jungkook asks, nervously

I lift my head, nodding, "Yeah Kookie, I'm fine"

He holds his hands out to me and I place them in his, him pulling me up easily

He comes into my arms, his face buried in my neck, his arms around my body

I wrap mine around him, holding him tightly, his skin so fucking soft against mine

"Hyung's hard again", he murmurs in my skin, my dick poking into his thigh

"I can't help it Kookie. It's you. You make me like this", I answer, wondering if I'm saying too much

But now that he's here, I just can't keep quiet

His hand wraps around my dick, stroking me softly, "I like that hyung"

"Yeah?", I tease, "You like that you make me hard?"

He nods, moving his hand faster, "You make me hard too Min"

That is something I've wanted to hear for ages

"When you dance and do those sexy moves. Fuck Jimin, I get so hard during practice and it's so hard to dance"

This is...amazing and completely unexpected

I had no idea he felt like that

"I know what you mean Kookie. I can't keep my eyes off you either. I'm always hard during practice"

I feel him smile into my neck, his hand going so fast, squeezing my cock as he moves

"Please hyung, wanna suck your cock again", Jungkook murmurs

"Yeah Kookie. You can baby"

Jungkook lifts his head, kissing my cheek, then my lips

I melt against his lips as his tongue slips in my mouth

I knew kissing him would feel like this

Like the best thing in the world

His kisses me so deeply, so desperately, his tongue down my throat, like he's never going to kiss me again

Which if everything goes right, he won't have to worry about

He can kiss me whenever he wants

His lips pull away from mine making me whine but he move to my neck, kissing down to my chest

And the whines turn into groans

When he gets to my tattoo, he kisses and sucks on the letters, leaving pretty bruises on my skin

He continues down, kissing and licking my abs

It feels so good, I'm going to have to do that to his

I want to make him feel good too

He slowly goes to his knees, kissing and licking my head

"Good boy", I praise him, getting off so much from watching him

He sucks me in his mouth, moving fast, pleasure blasting in my body

God it's only the second time he's blowing me but he's so good at it already

He really is a fast learner

He's not called the golden maknae for nothing

I remember that Joanne is here and I look up for her, to make sure she's ok

She's on Tae's lap, bouncing hard on him while he thrusts up into her

"Like it noona?"

"Yes Tae", she moans, "Fuck your cock is the best"

Tae moans loudly, "Please cum on me again noona. I need it"

She nods, bouncing faster

Jungkook sucks hard on me and I immediately look down

He's looking up at me with his huge beautiful doe eyes

"Watch me hyung", he whispers

I nod, "I will Kookie. I'm just looking to see where Jo is"

At that moment she yells loudly,

"Yes Taehyung, oh baby yes"

Both Jungkook and I look at them

She's coming on him, and he's looking at her as if she is the best thing he's ever seen in his life

"He loves her so much", Jungkook says

"He does?", I ask, kinda surprised

If I didn't see the way he is with her today I wouldn't think so but he's showing it now

Jungkook nods, "She's all he thinks about. He's wanted her for so long"

"Then why hasn't he ever said anything?"

"Because he was worried about you"

Me?

Why me?

I look at Jungkook, confused

"He didn't know if you'd want him to date your best friend at first. But then after you two started having sex he thought you two had feelings for each other so he didn't say anything.", he elaborates

Shit

I didn't think about that

Now it's a no brainer that he and Jungkook would think we're together or we love each other

Obviously that's what it looked like

No wonder he didn't respond to any of her hints

He thought she was with me

"He was so jealous of you. Anytime she was around you, even just sitting next to you, he was crazy with jealousy. He wished she would see him."

"She did", I answer, "He is all she wanted since she met him. She loves him so much. She dropped so many hints, tried flirting but he didn't get it"

"He did. He thought that's just what it was. Flirting. Because he thought she was with you"

I shake my head, "It was just sex."

I watch her move on him, the pleasure all over his face as he calls her name

He holds her on him and I know he's coming inside her, both of them whimpering

"Then they can be together", he states

I nod, "Yeah"

"He wasn't the only jealous one"

My eyes move to his immediately, hope in my heart

"What do you mean?"

"I was jealous too"

Jealous of who?

Me or her?

"You wanted her too?", I ask, going with the safe option

Just because he's doing this now doesn't mean he wants to be with me

"No hyung", he says softly, "I wanted you"

I hold my breath, hoping I'm not hearing things

"Me?"

He nods, standing up, holding my hand

"Look I'm not going to pretend I know what I'm doing. Or why I feel this way for you. I never thought of another guy this way. Only you. I never wanted a guy like I want you. It's scary for me. But I want you to know this...this isn't just a one time thing for me"

Oh god yes

"I love you"

My heart bursts in happiness

Pure unadulterated happiness

"I don't know when I started feeling this way for you. All I knew was that I was so jealous when you were with her. Hearing you two killed me and Tae. That's why me and him were always together. We could talk to each other about our feelings. Our jealousy. Our wish that both of you would see us. Want us"

"I do Jungkook. I want you. She wants Tae. Both of us were just with each other for sex. Me and her...we used to come up with ways to drop hints to you two but nothing ever happened. This whole thing today...we planned this"

His eyebrow raises, "You did?"

I nod, "Yes. We thought that if you two would walk in on us and I invited you to be with us, you both would and we would be with the one we love, hoping more would happen. This was the last resort. The last try we were gonna do"

"Well it looks like it worked for them", he says, nodding at the couch

I look and see her laying in Tae's arms, both of them looking at each other, softly touching each other

Tae smiles at her, "I love you"

She had the biggest smile on her face and she tells him she loves him

I'm so happy for them

They both deserve each other and deserve to be happy

I can't think of anything better than my two best friends in love

"Yeah it did", I answer, looking at him, "And for us?"

"I'd say it worked. If you want to be with me", he says

I nod, "Yeah I do"

He smiles his beautiful smile and my heart melts

"I want to be with you too Jimin"

Nodding, I pull him to me, crashing my lips to his, kissing him hard

He responds, his tongue in my mouth, pulling me against him, his arms around my neck, mine around his body

"Come to my room hyung", Jungkook whispers

I nod, "Yeah. And Kookie, it's not hyung anymore. Just Jimin"

He gives me a shy bunny smile as he nods

He takes my hand and we both turn around to head to his room, just as Tae stands, picking her up

"Nap time pumpkin", he says softly as he carries her out of the room

"Mmm ok baby", she says sleepily

The door to his room closes, Jungkook looking back at me and smirking, "Bet they won't sleep for long"

I chuckle, "Oh no, they're going to be at it all day and night"

"Like us?", he asks, hopefully

"Definitely like us", I smile

With that he tugs my hand, leading me to his room

#park jimin smut #bts jimin smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #kim taehyung smut #bts taehyung smut #jeon jungkook smut #bts jungkook smut #jungkook smut #bts smut

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blog-name-idk · 2 years

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The Benefit of the Doubt | 02

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Pairing: fuckboy!Taehyung x Fem musician!Reader (eventual x dancer!Jimin)

Genre: College!AU, Friends with Benefits, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: It's your senior year, and you're too busy with auditions and recordings for relationships. You're certainly too busy to get your heart broken, whether by your charming fuck buddy or the sweet, beautiful boy who is slowly dancing his way into your heart.

Word Count: 4,724

Warnings: Smut, fuckbaby Taehyung

AN: Posting this since it's already written, I'm feeling a little manic, and you degenerates always like smut. Anyway now we're in the weeds of me actually having to write the next chapter so RIP see this back in like a month or two probably.

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You glared at your ex-best friend while the two other boys eyed each other like two wary house cats and geared up to play. He just gave you an infuriating smirk and you resisted the urge to stuff your ping pong ball down his throat.

"You're the fucking worst," you hissed under your breath, turning away from him to face a grinning Taehyung. Of course he had won. Jungkook slunk away with a pout and went to sit sullenly on the couch, where he was quickly joined by the girls he had been talking to earlier.

You handed Taehyung the ball, pointedly ignoring the warmth of his touch when your fingers brushed his. Your eyes met, and you were grateful he couldn't see the way your stomach fluttered at his smoldering gaze. Had he somehow gotten more handsome since you'd seen him in the kitchen?

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, and you fought the shudder that tried to run down your spine at the sensation of his hot breath on your skin.

"Wish me luck," he murmured, before turning towards the team on the other side of the table who frankly looked like they had given up ages ago. His tongue flicked to wet his lips as he aimed, and you tried not to lick your own.

As soon as the ball left Taehyung's fingers, you realized that you wanted it to land. When it splashed into the final cup, he turned to smile at you and you did your best to look annoyed.

"A deal's a deal," said Eunbae, and promptly shoved you towards Taehyung. You yelped and toppled forward, your buzzed state making it impossible for you to keep your balance, and landed right in Taehyung's waiting arms.

"Falling for me already?" he teased, breath huffing over your ear and giving you goosebumps. You groaned at the cliché line and pushed him away despite the way your body wanted to melt into his.

"You're a lot cuter when you keep your mouth shut," you told him, rolling your eyes. You grabbed his hand and began leading him away from the table.

"Oh? You already want to go somewhere more private?"

"Oh my god," you groaned, regretting this already. "I'm not about to kiss you in front of Eunbae. Now shut up before I change my mind."

Taehyung smirked, but remained silent and followed you obediently out of the apartment. The hall was empty, and when you shut the door you could barely hear the music from inside. It felt much more intimate to be alone with him like this, without the party atmosphere to buffer your interactions.

The way Taehyung was staring at you like you were the only other person in the world wasn't helping. You gazed back at him, suddenly nervous and irritated at the feeling. He was the one pursuing you, so why did you suddenly feel the need to impress him?

Oh yeah, because you were a competitive, perfectionist bitch. Even if you hadn't found him to be unbelievably attractive, you'd still take the penalty seriously. Beer pong bets were nothing to take lightly. So you were going to kiss the absolute shit out of Taehyung and make him beg for more. It was a matter of pride.

His eyes widened when you stepped closer and pushed him lightly against the wall. He clearly hadn't been expecting you to actually go through with it.

"You paid your penalty," you said with a shrug, stepping closer and running your hands down his chest. "So why wouldn't I?"

"Are you saying kissing me is a penalty?" asked Taehyung, a cute pout appearing on his face. Despite the complaint in his voice, he reached forward to rest loosely on your hips. You smiled, appreciating the way he wasn't physically pushing for more.

"Well I'm about to find out," you responded lightly, resting your hands on his shoulders to help your balance as you went on tiptoe. You leaned forward to press your lips against his, and he pulled you closer as you relaxed into his body.

Taehyung's mouth was just as plush and soft as it looked, and he tasted sweet from whatever he had been drinking earlier. You let your fingers thread into his soft, fluffy locks as you deepened the kiss, and his grip on you tightened.

You raked your nails lightly against his scalp, enjoying the way he shuddered against you. When you gave his hair a light tug, a groan escaped his lips and you took the opportunity to swipe your tongue into his mouth in slow licks.

Taehyung let out a growl that made your thighs clench before one of his own hands tangled into your hair to crush your lips harder against his. His tongue mapped its way roughly through your mouth and you moaned, melting against him.

He was a shockingly amazing kisser, and you could feel your self control begin to slip. You gave his hair a light tug, half for his enjoyment and half to help ground yourself against the steady heat seeping into your core, and he let out another groan against your lips.

"Something wrong?" you asked innocently, leaving his mouth only to press open-mouthed kisses along his neck and jawline. You pressed your body harder against him, grinding your hips ever so slightly against his growing erection, and the hand still on your hip slid back to grab your ass.

"Fuck," he choked as you began to suck and nibble the skin where his neck met his shoulder. The husky rasp of his voice sent tingles between your legs, and you knew you had to stop soon before you lost yourself completely. You still couldn't help yourself from going back in for another taste of his sweeter than sweet mouth, running your tongue lightly over his lower lip before sucking on it lightly. The hand on your backside squeezed hard and you rolled your hips against his before pushing away with the last remaining traces of your dignity.

"I guess that wasn't so bad," you said nonchalantly, knowing you were slightly out of breath and that your cheeks were flushed. Taehyung stared back at you with impossibly dark, mesmerizing eyes, his mouth slightly parted and his bottom lip deliciously swollen. He leaned forward to kiss you again and you slid out of his grip with a grin that hid how much he had affected you.

"Wait - " he began, jaw dropping as you opened the door to the apartment.

"See you around," you said over your shoulder, closing the door behind you and cutting off whatever he had been about to say. You made eye contact with an obnoxiously smug looking Eunbae and flipped him off before searching for the bathroom. You needed to cool the fuck off.

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The door shut behind you, and for a moment all Taehyung could do was stand there, dumbfounded and impossibly horny. What the hell had just happened?

He stared at the apartment door, half expecting you to come back out and finish what you had started. When it became clear nothing of the sort was going to happen, he glanced around the hall before adjusting himself in his now uncomfortably tight jeans. Damn, you were driving him up the wall. But it would make finally fucking you worth it.

When Taehyung re-entered the loud apartment, he looked around to see that you were nowhere to be found. Jungkook was at least thoroughly occupied getting his face eaten by one of the girls from earlier, so that was one less thing for him to keep track of.

Your guy friend was still at the beer pong table, and the two girls in your initial party had joined him. He decided to go pee before looking for you, and made his way through the throng of people to the side hall, which was remarkably clear of people.

As soon as Taehyung's hand landed on the doorknob, the door swung open and someone very soft and warm ran straight into his chest.

"Oh shit, sorry, I -" your stammered apologies trailed off when you looked up and realized just who you had walked into.

"Long time no see," he said with a grin, looking into your wide eyes and drinking in your flushed cheeks. He had clearly caught you off guard, because for once you had no comeback. He glanced behind him to see the hall was still clear and tentatively wrapped an arm around you, drawing you closer. You didn't protest, and he smirked as he leaned in to capture your already swollen lips with his own.

They were just as soft and sweet as earlier, and the tiny whimper you let escape your throat sent fire racing through him. He had a feeling you weren't quite as unaffected as you had let on, and the ragged gasp you let out when he sucked your lower lip between his teeth was all the encouragement he needed to steer you backwards into the bathroom. He locked it behind him without looking, backing you up against the counter as he ravaged your mouth.

"You're being very presumptuous," you gasped between kisses, even as your arms wrapped around his neck to bring him closer. Taehyung grinned against your lips, snaking his hands under your thighs to boost you onto the counter and swallowing your surprised squeak with another kiss.

"And you're being very cute, acting like you're not into this," he retorted, pulling you to the edge and smirking when you wrapped your legs around his waist. You shut him up by tangling your fingers in his shirt to pull him towards your eager lips, and for a while he let himself drown in your hot mouth and soft skin, groaning when your legs tightened around him. The friction of his erection against your crotch was just enough to tease without being satisfying, and his hands drifted toward the button of your jeans. Only for you to pull back and swat his hands away.

He gave you his best pout, wondering how you could still have self control when you looked just as thoroughly wrecked as he was. Your lips were red and swollen, you were panting slightly, your pupils were blown wide as you stared at him, and he wanted to eat you up.

"I'm still not fucking you in a bathroom," you insisted, trying to look stern but only managing a cute pout instead. Taehyung found himself endeared rather than annoyed, and he leaned in to kiss you again.

"What about my place?" he asked against your ear, feeling you shiver when he gave it a little nibble. Then you shoved him off of you and he worried he'd gone too far. Until you gave him your own smirk and took his hand.

"Let's go."

~~~~~

The walk to Taehyung's apartment could have cooled you off, but every few steps he had tugged you towards him to devour your lips as if he couldn't get enough, and you were more than willing to oblige. You were a mere human - there was only so long you could stave off temptation, even when other drunk partiers hooted at the two of you.

He really was a disgustingly good kisser, and by the time he locked the door behind him you were more than willing to let him disappoint you. As soon as he turned around again you pounced, shoving him against the door as you crashed your lips against his again.

"Roommates?" you asked breathlessly against his mouth as his hands snaked down to squeeze your ass with eager hands.

"Nope, it's a studio," he responded just as urgently before he was on you again, making you dizzy as he ravaged every inch of your mouth. You weren't sure how long the two of you were pressed against the door, but finally you broke away, unable to ignore the ache between your legs any longer.

"Take your clothes off," you ordered, though your voice was far too breathy to actually sound authoritative. He grinned, expression sharp and far more feral than you had ever seen, before he surged forward to paint your neck with wet open-mouthed kisses. You whimpered, too swept up in the heat of his lips to realize he was steering you backwards until your knees hit something soft and you toppled backwards onto his bed.

Taehyung laughed at your squeak of surprise even as he pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside before crawling towards you. You licked your lips as you drank in the glorious expanse of golden skin on display.

"Fair's fair?" he asked innocently, hands drifting towards the hem of your own top. You grinned back at him, sure that your own expression matched the hunger in his.

"Sure," you agreed, pushing him back and yanking your shirt off. You wriggled out of your jeans for good measure and he groaned.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he growled, eyes heated as his tongue snaked out to swipe across his plump lips.

"You're okay," you responded, knowing that was possibly the biggest understatement you had ever made in your life. He loomed above you like a dark angel, pupils blown wide, hair in disarray, and looking absolutely delicious. By the way his lips twitched, he knew you weren't being entirely truthful.

"Sure," he said with a shrug before swooping in to pepper your skin with more nips and sucks. One of his hands skimmed up your side to mold over your breast and you arched into his touch, letting out a quiet moan when he pinched your nipple through your bra. Then his other hand snaked its way between your legs to cup your aching core and you gasped.

"You get this wet for people who are just 'okay'?" Taehyung asked, eyes predatory as he dragged his fingers across the soaked fabric. You huffed at his teasing motion before grabbing his hand and shoving it firmly against your entrance, pushing aside your underwear so he could feel you in your entirety. He clearly hadn't expected you to be so assertive, and his jaw fell open as you ground your hips shamelessly against his palm.

"Holy shit," he choked, coming to his senses and sliding a thick finger past your slick walls. You mewled at the stretch, toes curling as you pressed his hand harder against you. "You're something else."

With that he went to work, slotting his lips messily against yours as he pressed another finger into you and giving a wicked twist. Fuck, maybe you had underestimated him, because he certainly seemed to know what he was doing.

"R-right there," you gasped against his mouth as he fingers crooked just so. He greedily swallowed the rest of your moans as he obeyed, and you found your hands digging into the meat of his shoulders for something to ground you.

Then he pulled his fingers out of you and sat back on his heels, leaving you empty, dripping, and confused. Your noise of protest died in your throat when he placed his two glistening fingers into his mouth, wicked eyes locked on yours as he sucked them clean. Oh fuck.

"Can I get a better taste, pretty girl?" he asked huskily, his tone making lighting shoot through your veins. Jesus fucking christ, you had definitely underestimated him.

"Go for it, pretty boy," you managed to breath, gaze riveted to his face as he dragged your underwear down your hips, pulling them off your ankles almost delicately. His own eyes were glued to yours as he dipped between your legs, and they gleamed with satisfaction at the way your breath hitched when he graced you with a slow, wet lick along your slit.

"Fuck, yes," he moaned against you, making your cheeks flush with warmth. Before you could reply, his perfect lips found your clit and you choked and yanked at his hair in surprise. It just seemed to spur him on further as he alternated between licks and sucks that had you babbling beneath him.

"Fuckfuckfuck, don't stop, fuck," you cursed, as you neared the edge, barely aware of what you were saying. He groaned, holding your bucking hips down with strong hands as he obeyed, lapping at you like a man starved. Your orgasm crashed over you, forcing a strangled gasp out of your throat as your thighs locked around Taehyung's gorgeous head. He kept going, taking everything you had to offer, and when you tried to push him away he shook his head with a sinful grin.

"You made me work for this, I've earned it," he grunted, giving you the tiniest reprieve before he went back to flicking your oversensitive bud with his evil tongue. You gave his fluffy locks another weak tug before falling back limply, helpless as the lightning jolts began to ease back into pleasure.

"Oh my god," you whimpered, chest rising and falling in sharp pants as you felt your stomach begin to tighten again. He pressed his fingers back into you, tearing a wordless cry from your throat when he found that same spot as earlier.

"Fuck, stopstopstop," you choked, making him freeze and pull away, looking at you with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a hint of panic lacing his voice.

"Fuck me," you managed to gasp, propping yourself up on shaky elbows. "Now."

Taehyung's face morphed into an interestingly handsome mixture of relieved, turned on, and annoyed.

"You scared the shit out of me," he grumbled, making you smile as you reached behind your back to unclasp your bra.

"I want to cum on your dick," you replied innocently, as the hooks sprang free and you tossed your last remaining article of clothing aside. He swallowed hard, and you watched his Adam's apple bob before you turned around to rest on your elbows and knees.

"Pleaaaaaaaase?" you begged prettily, looking behind you and pushing your butt up towards him with an inviting wiggle. Taehyung's eyes had gone hard and dark, filled with something primal that sent more heat racing between your legs.

"You are asking for it," he rumbled, voice low and rich and heady as he ripped off his pants, pausing only to remove a foil packet from a pocket. His briefs followed, and your own eyes went wide as his cock sprang free.

"What the fuck?" you blurted, staring as your brain struggled to comprehend the existence of a man who was gorgeous, knew his way around female anatomy, and had a giant dick. Was your life a bad romance novel or something? Well, you weren't about to complain.

"Can't say I've gotten that reaction before," Taehyung replied with a snort as he tore open the packet and pinched the tip of the condom before rolling it over his length. Then he paused, eyeing your expression. "You still good?"

"Oh my god just fuck me already," you whined obnoxiously, making him chuckle. You had asked for it, after all.

"You are so-fuck." His reply died in his throat as you snaked your hand between your legs to spread your dripping folds to show him how ready you were. He couldn't scramble toward you fast enough, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip as he guided himself along your entrance with his other hand. You whimpered when his thick tip pressed against you, giving another wiggle that helped him slip one tantalizing inch.

"Who would've thought you're such a little slut?" he hissed, sounding strained as he pushed into you. You couldn't respond, breath caught in your throat as your walls struggled to accommodate his girth. Your head fell forward to rest on the sheets, even as you pressed your ass back against him, silently begging him onward. "Acting like you didn't want this."

You inhaled sharply when his hand came down to rub at your clit, distracting you from the burning stretch while your walls split open for him. By the time his pelvis was snug around your ass, you were panting and quivering, and his fingers were digging into your skin hard enough to bruise. It was clear he was trying to hold himself back, and you were done waiting.

"T-Taehyung," you managed in a shaky voice, unable to take it anymore. "Fucking move."

His nails dug into your soft skin harder, making you hiss, before he pulled out so just his thick head was resting at your entrance. Then he snapped his hips forward and you cried out, fisting the sheets.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled into your ear as he began pumping into you at an excruciatingly slow, mouthwateringly hard pace. You could barely breathe through the delicious way he was stretching you out, and time vanished as he fucked you more thoroughly than you'd ever been fucked in your entire life.

"Taehyung!," you wailed, legs shaking as you did your best to press your ass against him. Taehyung groaned as your walls clenched around his cock, tumbling forward so his back was flush against yours. He began to rub insistent circles around your clit and your knees gave way, trapping his hand between your legs as he fell with you.

"Didn't you want to cum on my dick?" he panted, positively driving you into the mattress and fucking you against his hand. You could barely breathe, face pressed into the sheets and positively consumed by scalding heat. Then he angled his palm up so your swollen bud was grinding against it more insistently and you thought you might die. "Come on, pretty girl."

It was impossible not to obey, not when heat and pleasure was devouring you in an inexorable wave you couldn't avoid even if you wanted to. Your muscles tensed and you went taut against his chest as you went under, gasping something incoherent as your walls spasmed around him. Taehyung hissed and began pumping into you in furious thrusts as he chased his own release.

"Shit, you're so hot, so fucking - fuck," he groaned, grinding his hips hard against you as his cock pulsed inside your still twitching walls. You whined weakly as collapsed on top of you, his weight crushing the air out of your lungs.

"Give me a sec," he grumbled into your neck, though he shifted onto an elbow so you could breathe. "Jesus fuck."

You let out a feeble giggle as you caught your own breath.

"Yeah, that was…" you trailed off, unsure of what to say. Taehyung finally rolled off of you, though, he wrapped his arm around your waist to spoon you from behind.

"Fucking awesome?" he asked smugly, making you roll your eyes.

"As much as I hate to feed that giant ego of yours, yeah," you replied with a sigh, snuggling back against him despite your faux-irritation. He inhaled behind you and you elbowed him lightly in the stomach. "Don't say anything about other giant things."

"You're no fun," he grumbled, and you could hear the pout in his voice. He shifted off the bed to head to what was presumably his bathroom and you decided it was probably better not to get too comfy.

By the time he came back out you had gathered your clothes from the corners of his apartment and were eyeing your cold, damp underwear distastefully as you contemplated suffering through wearing jeans commando.

"What are you doing?"

You looked at him in confusion and saw your expression mirrored in his eyes.

"Uh… getting ready to leave?" you replied, cocking your head. He frowned, walking over to you and plucking the fabric out of your hand.

"It's late, just stay here," Taehyung insisted, dropping your underwear on top of your other clothes and flopping backwards onto his bed ungracefully. You held back a giggle as his… Taedong… also flopped. He held out his arms invitingly, and gave you the most devastating puppy dog eyes you had ever seen. "Come on, it's comfyyy. I'm comfy!"

"You are a very strange fuckboy," you said, shaking your head as you succumbed to his cuteness and climbed back into his bed. He pulled you closer, and you felt your own eyelids beginning to grow heavy as his warmth draped over you like a blanket.

"I get that a lot."

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Taehyung was a fucking koala. You loved cuddling as much as the next person, but how the hell were you supposed to sneak out and avoid awkward morning after conversations when he was glued to your body?

It didn't help that your sleepy, mildly hungover brain wanted to sink into his arms and go back to sleep. You weren't sure how he still smelled so nice after a night of beer and other sweat-inducing activities, yet his scent enveloped you in an embrace as warm as his arms. You tried to shift out of his grip and roll off of the bed, but he somehow managed to tangle you in his octopus arms and pull you back so your back was flush against his chest.

You groaned internally, trying to ignore the way his hand landed on your upper thigh, tantalizingly close to an area that had begun to ache at the feeling of his naked body against yours. Focus. You had to focus.

Maybe you could replace your body with a pillow like that trick in Friends? You shifted, trying to shimmy slightly out of his grip. Then your butt brushed against something hard and you froze as you heard Taehyung give a sleepy groan behind you.

"'S too early to wake up," he slurred in a husky voice. The raspy rumble unfortunately sent another spark of heat coursing through your veins, and you couldn't resist another wiggle against his morning wood.

"Nevermind, it's not too early," he said immediately, sounding slightly more alert as he rubbed his hips against your ass. You snorted, amused despite the situation, and rolled away now that his grip on you had loosened. "Noooooo! Where are you going?"

Oh dear lord, the fuckboy was a fuckbaby. And unfortunately it was really fucking cute.

"Home," you replied, trying to stay strong as he looked at you with sleepy, devastated eyes.

"But…" He looked down at his dick and you were torn between the urge to laugh and facepalm. Taehyung was certainly Taehung but it was definitely time to get out of there.

"Wow, your game is off in the mornings," you observed in amusement as you found your clothes. You grimaced at your underwear before putting it on, resolving to shower as soon as you made it home. Then you began to pull on your jeans, but when you straightened to pull them up your back hit a warm, solid chest.

"It's cute when you act all aloof," Taehyung murmured into your ear, hands skimming your bare waist before hugging you against his body. His lips dipped to skim your neck and you found yourself gripping his arms for support as you tried to keep your head on straight.

"I'm not acting," you retorted, though your breath hitched when one large hand trailed up to brush a thumb over your hardening nipple. Taehyung's teeth nipped your neck and you whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as his tongue immediately soothed the bite.

"Come on, pretty girl," he crooned against your jaw, peppering kisses up and down the skin you hadn't realized you had tilted your head to expose. "I had a great time. Why don't we keep this going? I haven't gotten nearly enough of you yet."

Well fuck, he had certainly woken up enough to turn on the charm.

"Like, after today?" you asked confusedly, trying to stay rational as Taehyung worked to bring out your inner ho at frightening speed. He palmed your breast, rolling your nipple between thumb and forefinger as he hummed an assent. His other hand dipped into your still-unbuttoned jeans to cup your core teasingly, and you licked your lips.

"Yeah, like friends with benefits or whatever," he agreed, dragging his fingers against your now twice-ruined underwear. You sagged against him, suddenly worried your knees might refuse to hold your weight, and he propped you up easily.

"Fuck, you're annoying," you muttered, earning an indignant noise before you turned around and shoved Taehyung back onto his bed. "Fine, but no friends, only benefits."

"Damn, you really are the coolest."

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wannabegwenstacy · 2 years

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Bangtan in Bed: Kim Taehyung | NSFW

Kim Taehyung: The Strict Dom 🍒

Rating: 18+

Contains: libido control, long foreplay, overstimulation, mood setting, dry humping, massages, rough, biting, marking, scratching, neck is his sensitive zone, sensory play, sensory deprivation, pet play, collars/leashes, sir/kitten dynamic

A/N: ...the fact that this chapter finally got out is half a miracle and a thank you gift from my mania I swear because I have been to hell and back with writing this. I have written and completely deleted paragraphs, have had my computer completely wipe half the thing and had to retrieve it back, went on a hiatus and came back multiple times! Like finally releasing this is such a weight off my shoulders but also so anxiety inducing! I'm not completely happy with it but in words of Kim Namjoon "done is better than perfect". So without further a do welcome Bangtan in Bed: Kim Taehyung ver.

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This man is a dom

It's just something about him that screams dom

It could be a number of things but I guess just call it a feeling

Tae would definitely be into BDSM.

Especially Impact Play and Sensory Play

There is actually video clips of him joking around with the members that attests to the impact play theory

(clips below. ignore the cringe-ness of the last video I had to take the clips from...im sorry)

exhibit a (spanking jimin)

exhibit b (spanking jin) 3:10 - 3:18

exhibit c (choking jin with a…toothbrush) 0:58 - 1:33

He loves to have all of his senses stimulated.

Candles, incense, dim lights, jazz music, stuff like that.

He needs a good atmosphere. A sensual one.

(Jungkook too but we will get into that later, this is about Taehyung)

On the topic of his heightened senses…

Sensory deprivation and overstimulation

He's a foreplay guy and he's got an intense stamina on him. He can last a really long time and loves to draw out sex.

This could be due to his Capricorn mars which happens to lie in the 2nd house ruled by Saturn, the planet of discipline

So with all that "discipline" it's only natural that he would love to play around with edging, overstimulation, and deprivation of his partner's senses. He wants to push their own senses. See how just long they can last. See how good they will be for him.

He wants to have them crying out his name and whining for him before he even sheds a single thread of his own clothing.

Speaking of clothes, he still wants to feel them even though it may not be skin to skin at first. Feel them squirm under his fingers and lips. Even taste them a bit. Eventually, though he wants to feel them completely.

Stretch them out. Feel their chest pressed against his own.

Breath intermixing in the air around them. lips molded together as hands roam over each other's bodies.

Skin pressed to skin.

Bringing them close, as close as they can be

Body to body

It's important to him, physical skin to skin contact with his love that is. but before all that, before he lets himself go, and before he allows himself and his baby that pleasure of contact he likes to have some fun with them.

Grinding down on them clothed rough pressure of his pants pressing against their clothed core creating friction.

Fingers pressing into their muscles in their shoulders and down their back.

Thumbs massaging pressing in and ever so slowly dragging down lower and lower before reaching their lower back right above their bum.

Massaging there, releasing all the tension, feeling them relax into him from below as they lay on their belly.

Him straddling their legs just below the apex of their bum

Thumbs rubbing circles right above their bum, pouring some hot oils or even some candle wax onto their back.

Working into their skin

Hearing their unsteady labored breaths below him

Maybe even a few moans or whimpers slipping past their lips

Slowly working their muscles

He would slowly creep lower before hooking his index fingers into their last remaining covering covering their body

Dragging it down their hips and off their body, climbing down as he goes.

Before returning to his previous position seated above their now bare thighs

Continuing with his previous actions

Working their lower spine down to the apex of their bum

Thumbs slowly rubbing circles on their tail bone

Pointer, middle, and ring fingers brushing along their hips as he drops lower

Long fingers circling and coming under molding and kneading at their bum before pushing his middle finger to their core slowly adding a teasingly light pressure on the up stroke

After a while adding another

He would stay like that awhile just rubbing his long fingers into them until they are begging for him to do more

Pleading under him for more making promises they may or may not be able to keep

Having their voice breaking off in frustration before he would finally press into them slowly one finger at a time coaxing them along

Long fingers moving in a come hither motion hitting just where they need him

Occasionally moving to a scissor motion stretching them out for him

Fingering them slowly hearing a mixture of their whines and the squelch of the hot oil between their legs

With no time he would have them whining and pleading under him again.

Begging to be fucked by him

But he wouldn't that night, he had other plans instead

Looking so pretty before him, he decided it was just better to fuck their thighs…

OK! Let me continue. I got carried away…before I forget let's go back to my point about Taehyung's insane stamina

Taehyung is definitely a man that takes his time. He isn't in no rush with things

meaning…

LONG ASS FOREPLAY

Teasing

And again a fucking stamina, that is mostly due to his Capricorn mars placement

"sex is a marathon not a race" is an expression he doesn't take lightly, frankly it's his bible in the bedroom

He would push in inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter while holding his partner down by their hips

Long fingers digging into their sides as they try to wiggle under him without avail

Little fingerprint bruises showing up the next day

He is most definitely the type to fuck slow and deep

But that doesn't mean he is soft necessarily

Slow occasionally but…not like you think

I mean he is a romantic, and he can be sweet in the bedroom but this man overall likes it rough

I'm talking biting

Scratching

Marking

..He got a sensitive neck

So double up on that marking

Big messy hickies adorning his pretty little kitten's torso, neck, legs, in between their thighs, ass, collarbones are his fav

When it comes to marking as much as he loves dishing them out he loves recieving them too.

Seeing them the next day and having to hide them and cover them with some makeup.

Not so little reminders of his baby.

It gets him worked up sometimes just looking at them, especially the bigger darker ones.

Loves sucking on his lover(s) collar bones, kitten licks, and nips left across.

Leaving little kisses and bites behind creating sloppy patches

He tends to be quite careful and takes his time leaving them.

Kim Taehyung is the type of man to take his time. Adorning his lover(s) w/ his lips, teeth, tongue, and calloused finger tips.

Waking up the next morning muscles sore. A dull ache.

He would stretch his arms above his head and feel the slight burn across his back from where their nails dug into him the previous night

A small smirk falling onto his lips, knowing he's going to have to punish them later for that.

Getting them down onto their hands and knees before him a pretty little collar with the word "kitten" adorning their neck and a plug in their ass.

His pretty little kitten spankings would come before leashing them up and having them suck him off leaving their knees and throat bruised

Followed by some pretty intense and long after care

We're talking bubble baths, cuddles, caste kisses, candles, incense, silk sheets, fuzzy robes, serenading his favorite jazz songs, the list goes on

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"heat" (smut/mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x reader

(do not interact if you are underage)

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: Taehyung gladly lets you use him during your "heat".

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut, established relationship, !werewolfTaehyung, !humanreader, reader goes crazy horny, just a brain dump bc Taehyung is so f*cking hot!

word count: 3.5K

“Tae, Tae, Tae…” You called out his name as you tried to move yourself. “Please, let me go!” Your sweet begs would never change his mind.

“Baby, did you lose your mind?” He asked breathily as you tried to peel his hands off.

“I just want your dick, please. Why don’t you-” You hiccupped and cried. Your desperate need for him came over you so needily that Taehyung needed to stop you.

“You will hurt yourself, baby.” He lovingly explained while patting your face to calm your cry. He gave two gentle kisses to your soiled cheeks.

“Oh my sweet human…” Taehyung caressed your body as you shook under him. Taehyung was a wolf by birth. He was a promising wolf in his tribe and loved by everyone including town people even though they didn’t know Taehyung’s tribe’s secrets.

For you, being with Taehyung was the most natural thing. He was your childhood love that transformed into something bigger, but as magical as always. Now, you knew him very well; he was a good man that could turn into a big puppy.

Taehyung’s supernatural nature had a very traditional family aspect built into it. His tribe had become your second family with endless fun, dirty dishes and no leftovers. Taehyung’s tribe was his source of information about his nature. However, as human mates were rare, their nature wasn’t fully unknown. So, when your first heat came up, Taehyung was shocked at what to do.

Well, he obviously knew what to do, but it didn’t expect you to have longer and more desperate heats as if your human body didn’t know how to process the superhuman urges.

You were doing anything that a wolf would do. You were rutting against his limbs, sniffing him so deeply and licking all over his skin while burning with passion and leaking all over yourself. It was debilitating to the point where you said it was worse than your period.

When he brought this up to Yoongi, his older brother emotionlessly commented, “Stop complaining. It’s not something you can’t keep up with.” Yoongi had a human mate but he wasn’t helping since he was very secretive with his partner. Despite everything, Taehyung had never seen someone have this much strong heat.

It also didn’t help that you were so small for him. Tiny, itsy bitsy compared to him, way softer. You could only take only half of him when you tried your best and kept asking for more while Taehyung watched your juicy cunt stretch around him. Oh, then you smelled literally intoxicating. You alerted him with your naughty pheromones and turned him into a sex machine every single month.

You pleaded again, this time hands holding his collar. You tried to shake Taehyung with every word. “I want it to hurt. I- I just want you in me, okay? Fuck me, finger me- Fucking fist me! I just need you in me, Taehyung, please….”

It was difficult for him as it was difficult for you. “You dirty princess.” Taehyung ever so slightly pulled your hair from the root, making your eyes roll back with pleasure. You followed his pull and climbed to his lap. Your lips immediately found his neck, licking it like a little kitten, rather than a scary wolf.

Taehyung fisted his hand on his lap, “You want me to fist you?” He laughed a bit too dangerously. “You can’t even take three of my fingers without crying, you dirty girl.”

His dirty talk was sweet nothings to your ears. As soon as your lips hit his smooth skin you were gone. It was very convenient that he was always burning hot so you lost your shirts in seconds.

“You don’t have a bra on?” He hissed when your bare skin hit him through his skirt. “No? Why would I need extra layers?” You mumbled while your lips sucked his neck a big red bruise.

Taehyung’s voice grumbled in his throat as you begged him further. “Take me to our bed, Tae…” Your voice was so weak and desperate. Taehyung followed your request.

When his back hit the bed, you were back to ravaging him crazy. “Take it off, for fucks sake!” You complained when his cardigan tangled everywhere.

Taehyung airily laughed, “Don’t say bad words!” He spanked you with his large hand. You cried out fake tears. “What do you want, baby?” He asked as he watched you grind against his crotch mindlessly.

“I- i… I feel so horny for you, baby.” You cried again, fingers digging at his soft skin.

“Ride me until you are satisfied, okay?” He cooed your face as you got him out of his boxers and hovered over him.

You were trying to get him ready as if he needed to. He was fucking ready for you before he knocked on the front door. His nose picked up on your smell, and his wolf brain realised his mate needed to be impregnated.

“Tae…” You sighed as your soaked pussy touched his flaming hot tip. He immediately oozed some precum for you. You rubbed his head against your sensitive lips and whined, “Ahh, so good.” You let his dick go as it could stand by itself. You held Taehyung’s shoulders with both your hands and nestled his cock between your pussy lips. You were too eager but not stretched enough, you glided against his cock, and let his head hit your clit as you experienced pure bliss.

Thankfully, Taehyung’s wolf nature came with strong stamina even though he felt himself spending after a night with you.

“Good job…” He whispered as your cries subdued with the contact. His body drugged you like a sweet painkiller. ��All you need is my dick, right?” He helped you glide over his dick.

You hummed, “Yes… It is all...” You slurred. His pretty cockhead was bumping right against your clit as you leaked all over him. Taehyung was glad that your heartbeat calmed down a little bit. Your body was decently relaxed on top of him, but you still shivered from pleasure.

“My sweet girl…” Taehyung caressed your face and got your hair out of your face. You basically purred into his skin. “You feel amazing, Taetae…”

Your eyes were closed, your hands on Taehyung’s shoulders to get a good grip to glide yourself on him. You were focused on the pleasure.

A smile covered your face, you let out a giggle. “Taetae…” You moaned his nickname out. A few giggles left your mouth.

“What is my darling?” Taehyung asked attentively as your body gently twitched in his hold. Taehyung felt your juices slowly seep out and cover his dick. You made him sticky with your cunt. Your giggles now made more sense.

You slowly let yourself lay on Taehyung’s chest, “I came Taetae.” You still had the most alluring giggle on your lips.

“You just cum, baby?” He was intrigued. When you nodded like a jello in his arms, he decided to tease you. “But it has only been three minutes, baby?”

Again, you gave him a sweet giggle, picked yourself up again and continued to pleasure yourself without caring about Taehyung’s poor dick getting drenched.

Taehyung then realised what he was in… You continued to ride him for multiple orgasms.

“Taehyung, oh, baby!” Taehyung wanted to pray for his God as you moaned out loud for the umpteenth time. You were holding his large hands as he supported you as you jumped on his dick like a crazy woman. “Y-you’r- s-so good! Oh- my!” You folded over his body once again as your cunt clenched over him again. You let his hands go as you lay over him, breathing frantically against his neck.

“Did you cum again, baby?” He asked hoarsely. His throat was dry from watching your goddess body ride him like you were obliged to. You rubbed your face to his neck, a sob left your mouth. “Yes, I did. I can’t stop, Taetae…” You confessed ever shy. Your pussy wasn’t shy at all. She was glamorously covering him in your sweet slick, squeezing him for his worth and cumming endlessly.

“How many times did you cum, baby?” His hands caressed your lower back. He was tempted to spank your ass but the way you shake in his arms stopped him. “S-so many times…” You murmured and you picked yourself up again. Despite your messy hair and make-up and overstimulated state, you sat back up, intertwined hands and started riding him again. You were slow this time, but your thighs were more separated now, giving you a deeper angle to take him. Most of your thrusts were irregular as you got comfortable with the depth. Nevertheless, Taehyung was holding his orgasm vigorously.

“Ah, f-fuck!” You squeezed Taehyung’s hand, your face crumbled in a cry. “You feel s-so big!” Your hips halted with their jumping motion and you started to swirl your hips around. A high-pitched whine followed your actions. “Y-you are so long, fuck!”

Taehyung was deep inside you. He could feel how you moved around to feel every inch of him. “Ggg-” Taehyung only could give you a low growl. “Getting a good feel of me, heh?” He asked. If you weren’t holding his hands this tightly, he would have given your ass a strong spank, or to your delicious boobs.

“Yes, baby…” You arched back, Taehyung was sure that he hit the correct place. When you repeated your cute little swirl over and over again, he was sure that you were cumming again.

“Tae…” Taehyung felt his cock getting flooded by your cum once again. The worst thing was he desperately both needed to cum and didn’t want to cum.

“Baby… Are you–” He was enamoured by your pleasure. Despite losing your mind a few orgasms ago, you still had the audacity to play with him.

“Are you mad at me, Taetae?” You pouted with his dick bulging your stomach. Your one hand caressed his face. Taehyung could see your act from a mile away so he bucked his hips up to you.

“Ahh, so biggg…” Your face crumbled in a second with a hazy burn. “You are so deep, baby.” You clawed at his shoulders but didn’t pull him out.

“Mhmm, I am going again…” You gulped, your hips going at their full speed. As your high reached again, you let yourself fall into Taehyung’s chest and cried a full orgasm out in his arms. The sight of your face fully comforted in pleasure was too arousing for Taehyung that he flooded your soppy cunt with his seed. As Taehyung came, his hips moved slightly and yes, feeling him cum you gave him another small orgasm.

“Bab-y, how on earth?” He asked you with a strained voice. It took everything in him not to continue slamming you stupidly on his cock.

“I-Iam sorry, it-’s just that- you know my hea-t makes me like this…” You dared to apologise while subtly continuing to ride his softened cock.

“Don’t ever apologise!” Taehyung warned you. What the fuck you were apologising for? For riding him like a good girl?

You shrugged with a pout. “You should have never let me fuck you. Now, I don’t want to stopp-” Your hands find their places on Taehyung’s shoulders. You could easily hold onto the bed and fuck yourself but no, you had to touch him.

“I fucking love it when you are like this…” Taehyung hissed through overstimulation. You were the one who fucking came back-to-back and yet he was the little overstimulated bitch.

“You do?” You hummed as your hips sped up.

“Fuck, yes!” Taehyung gave you a well-deserved spank on your ass.

“Ah, don’t hit me! I am s-so sensitive…” You whined; your pout was still on.

Taehyung rubbed the spot, feeling a little bit guilty. “Mhmm, you are my sensitive little baby, aren’t you?” You nodded; head thrown back.

“You can’t make your cunt stop cumming… Oh, sweet baby.” Taehyung cooed your face in his palm. You nuzzled against his hand. So, you wanted to ride him like a starved slut and still act like a pampered princess. Okay, he could do that.

“Do you like it this slow, baby?” He asked gently, his hand dropping to your waist. “Yes, I-I love it…”

“How does it feel?” He breathlessly asked.

“Like… like I am on top of the world.” You mumbled, speaking true from your mind. Taehyung felt his heart stutter. “Is that so? Do you like using my dick for your pleasure? Come on, baby, use me nice and good” You cried listening to him. He was yours to use, yes. He was all yours. “I-I am h-having f-fun with yo-r dick.” You nodded while your hips worked their magic to make him hit your G spot.

Taehyung chuckled, “Yes, you have so much fun, baby. I can tell by how many times you came.” You hissed when he tried to fasten your hips. You needed your own pace and so Taehyung opted for simply caressing your waist with his warm large hands when you whined.

“Your hands feel so warm…so big…” You took a big breath and continued. “A-and your body… s-so big and s-safe for me… I love y-you so muc-h.” While you confessed, tears streamed down your face like an overstimulated baby girl you are. Your hands caressed his honey skin, feeling his silky-smooth body.

“Y/N…” Taehyung breathed out your name slowly and dragged every single syllable. He was getting close to his orgasm again but he didn’t want to end your fun by cumming too soon.

“Taehyung…” You mimicked him, voice entrenched in pleasure.

“Baby, I will cum, very soon.” He whispered. He felt like you needed a warning.

“Me too!” You cried. “You will make me cum again! That’s s-so…”

Taehyung couldn’t bear your slow impaired pace so he started pounding you from where he lay. “Baby…” Your figure immediately shook and you couldn’t hold yourself up on Taehyung’s lap. When you laid over Taehyung, he wrapped his arms around you. He had more control over the position despite having your entire body over him.

His ragged, low grunts filled your ear. “Yo-r moans…” Your whimpers made him grunt even more. “I-i could c-cum j-st listenin- you, Taetae… You-r ss-sexy…”

Taehyung squeezed your ass, “Do it then baby.” He talked behind his gritted teeth. “You did come a handful of times, yeah? Why don’t you cum for me again? Let me see how your eyes roll back.” He was mean. He fucking knew what his words did to you. He knew his voice was the reason why you whined like a little slut. “Taetae…” You whined his nickname out with a big sigh and shook in his arms.

“Pretty girl, cum for me like that.” Taehyung followed your orgasm with his and exploded inside you. You ride him through his orgasm despite the overstimulation. He felt so creamy and snuggly when he came. He always gifted you so many good sensations so you retaliated back. “Thank you, baby.” You whispered in his ear while your hips worked subtly. You kissed his forehead. “Thank you, thank you, thank you for-” You hiccuped while Taehyung kept cumming endlessly as you rode him out. “You had so much cum for me…” Your voice was so quiet as if you were afraid that someone would hear you. Taehyung answered only with a grunt and lay with afterglow. You laid back on him fully and cuddle him with his softened dick still inside you.

“Please don’t move…” You whimpered when he tried to move. “I want to stay like this for the rest of the night.” And you did.

Taehyung was well accustomed to having you sleep on top of him so he fell into a deep slumber after his brain got washed up with sex chemicals. You were drugging his mind so sweetly that he was addicted to you.

As if you could hear his thoughts, you gently twitched in his arms, clearly waking up. He didn’t open his eyes. “Mhmm…” You moaned. Right then your walls clenched on his soft dick. It felt amazing like his dick getting a hug from your juicy walls. Then, you picked yourself up from his chest. You have drooled on his chest. “Ah!” You winced in pain right as you pulled Taehyung out of you. Taehyung always wondered what you were up to when he was sleeping.

When you pulled Taehyung’s cock out, cum that was plugged into you dripped out to his thighs. It was both an erotic and messy sight. Your womanhood didn’t feel good, your entire midriff was sore. You rolled off Taehyung’s large frame and your back hit the bed after hours of extreme sporty activity that was riding Taehyung.

You looked over his handsome face. All of his muscles were relaxed. He wasn’t frowning, clenching his teeth or anything. He was sleeping like your cute bear. You couldn’t help your heart swell for him. Your lips wanted to peck that gorgeous face. Taehyung and you did dive into a little bit of somnophilia, but nothing fully. You would never say no to waking up Taehyung's tongue in between your legs. So, you were comfortable giving him an innocent kiss on his forehead. You brushed his fluffy hair back and kissed his forehead again. You murmured something but Taehyung couldn’t catch it. When Taehyung thought you were getting up, he felt another kiss. This time on his shoulder. Another kiss was granted to him in seconds. They were so gentle, almost like a feather tickling his skin. You snuggled to his side while giving him some small kisses. It was more for you to get up and have some motivation to clean yourself.

When you got up, Taehyung sneakily peeked. You were rushing to the bathroom with your hand cupping your sex so that nothing would leak. It was so fucking hot. Taehyung considered getting up and joining you, but he decided to stay in. It was one of the best decisions he made tonight because when you joined back to him on the bed a few minutes later, you showered him with gentle kisses. It was like you couldn’t get enough of him. You always said this would be the last but pressed another kiss only seconds later.

“Sleep well, my Taetae bear.” This time Taehyung heard your voice. Then, you snuggled him again and threw your one leg over him. Taehyung fell asleep after that. The last thing he remembered was how you played with his fingers. You lay next to Taehyung, your head resting on his shoulder as you listened to his gentle snoring. The rhythmic sound vibrated through the room, creating a soothing ambience that lulled you into a state of tranquillity.

As you gazed at Taehyung's peaceful face, you couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for the man lying beside you. His snoring was like a sweet lullaby to your ears, a reminder of his presence and the comfort he brings to your life.

You watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath, vibrating with the gentle snores that escaped his lips. It was a symphony of sound that intertwined with your love for him. In this simple act of slumber, Taehyung radiated an aura of vulnerability and warmth that captivated you.

Unable to resist, your hand reached out to gently trace the contours of his face, your fingers gliding across his cheek with tender adoration. You marvelled at the way his snores continued uninterrupted.

As your lips pressed softly against his temple, you felt a surge of tenderness swell within you. It was a pure and profound love that filled your heart, a love that was intensified by the gentle snores that escaped his lips. At this moment, you are overwhelmed by the depth of your emotions, a deep-seated yearning to protect and cherish him. And with that realization, you close your eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over you, as you drift into a blissful sleep, cradled by the gentle serenade of Taehyung's snoring.

Morning came fast and early. You snuggled to his side; Taehyung didn’t want to get up despite being awake for hours. It was his turn to watch you sleep. He spent the entire morning pressed against you, titties he adored only a reach away from his hand. If you didn’t look so comfortable wrapped in his arms, he would selfishly pull himself back and drown in your titties. Until your sleeping figure decided it was over, Taehyung cuddled you back. He wanted his every day to be like this.

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