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bts-bay-bee · 2 years

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All The Stories Are True!

Pairing: kim taehyung x fem. reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 3010

Warnings: unedited work, dub con (I think?), thigh riding, spit play, sensory deprivation, non-traditional A/B/O dynamics, alpha!taehyung, omega!reader, mentions of mating/heat cycles, college au, taekook are completely platonic, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, birth control is used (no babies here), mentions of mating bites, scenting, rut sex, pussy licking, spanking, big cock!tae (bc please), knotting, crying

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A/N: I’m too tired to edit this, so I’m sorry for any errors! This is also my first attempt at A/B/O, so please leave feedback if this is something you wanna see in future!

“For my favourite Alpha!”

“How come Yoongi hyung gets cookies and we don’t?” Jungkook complained, a pout no one could ever say no to already forming on his face. Well, no one except you.

“Yoongi helped me with my heat,” You explained, slapping Jimin’s hand away from the plate of cookies in front of Yoongi. “Unless you helped with my heat, you don’t get any.”

“How am I supposed to help with your heat?” Jungkook whined, arms crossed. “I can’t help myself with my own heat.”

“I told you, you didn’t have to do anything for me, Y/N.” Yoongi muttered, acting nonchalant, but everyone see his hand itching to grab a cookie. “I help with your heats; you can help with my ruts –”

Taehyung didn’t bother to listen to the rest of the conversation, rolling his eyes when he decided he had heard enough. He had to put all his efforts into making sure his scent didn’t get too sour, knowing it would just be too obvious. His nearing rut didn’t help his possessive nature, but he just couldn’t get his wolf to understand that you weren’t his to be possessive over.

Jungkook, who knows about his feelings for you, patted his knee sympathetically, but almost immediately withdrew it after seeing your questioning stare.

“Do you want to leave?” Jungkook murmured, leaning in so that no one could hear or see what he had said. “You’re burning up already. Do you want me to get you home?”

Suddenly feeling his chest tighten, Taehyung nodded firmly, immediately pushing his chair back and following Jungkook out of the building and into his car.

Your eyes zeroed in on the pair (which hadn’t even said goodbye, by the way), and tried not to let your agitation tighten your jaw.

“Where’s Taehyung going?” You heard yourself ask, emitting a distressed scent without even realising it. Jimin raised his head from the textbook it was currently in and smirked.

“To fuck his favourite omega, duh.”

Your pride made sure you didn’t see any wrong in your actions. You definitely just happened to bake another of Taehyung’s favourite cookies, just happened to find the time to come visit him in his apartment.

You definitely weren’t coming to see if Jungkook was with him.

“What are you doing here?”

You jumped what felt like a foot in the air, thankful to not drop your baked goods, before turning to scowl at the offending Alpha. Yoongi stood there, unfazed, mail in hand while you tried to come up with an excuse for your presence in his apartment block.

“Oh, I heard Taehyung was a bit under the weather, so I baked him something!” You tried, going for your best smile, but Yoongi simply raised an eyebrow at you, unimpressed. Maybe you hadn’t heard, maybe it was more of a cornering Jimin and forcing him to tell you why Taehyung and Jungkook weren’t on campus.

“You’re a smart omega, Y/N, you can think of a better excuse than that.”

Dropping the smile, you sighed, knowing Yoongi could see right through you, so you simply decided on the truth. “I came to see if Jungkook was helping Taehyung with his rut.”

“Taehyung isn’t in rut yet.” He stated, matter-of-factly. “And Jungkook isn’t here. He actually has a cold and is a bit under the weather.”

You didn’t know what to say to Yoongi, suddenly feeling foolish for going through all this trouble when you could’ve just asked him what had been on your mind for the past few days.

“Who’s he going to spend his rut with?” You asked, purposefully looking innocent so that Yoongi wouldn’t suspect anything. All that got you was a flick to your forehead. “Ow! I’m just curious!”

“That’s his business. Go ask him yourself, I’m not your spy.” So, he did have someone to spend his rut with. Jealousy made your scent sour, something Yoongi openly laughed at, before walking away, waving his mail at you. “Quit being a little brat and go talk to him, Y/N.”

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asked, opening the door slightly before you had even knocked. His harshness surprised you; having never heard him be so brash and confrontational before.

“I brought you cookies.” You replied, forcing a smile on your face. “You left before you got any the other day, so –”

“Yeah, those were for your favourite Alpha, so.” He scoffed, going to close the door before you stuck a foot into his apartment, preventing him from closing it. “Y/N, now really isn’t a good time.”

As he said it, your close proximity allowed you to immediately get hit with his strong pheromones, his scent filling you up, making you feel warm and fuzzy. If you looked closer, you could see the tiny droplets of sweat clinging to his skin, his eyes slightly sunken in, as if he hadn’t been getting much sleep.

“I want to help you with your rut.” You said, abandoning all pretence, looking straight into his eyes to show how serious you are.

Yanking you inside, you whined at him when you almost dropped the cookies, but you suddenly didn’t care about them when he pushed you against the closed door. You were abruptly reminded of just how much stronger he was than you, biceps brushing against your skin as he caged you in.

The apartment was full of his scent, his pheromones, just everything to make your head feel cloudy, and suddenly it felt right to bare your neck to him. Without thinking, you leaned to one side, your unmarred skin free for him to mark.

“Don’t fucking play with me now,” He snapped, too warm, veiny hand grabbing your neck, forcing you to straighten it out. His tone brought you back to reality, immediately feeling shame trickle over you when you realised how quick you were ready to let him mark you, mate with you. “I always fall for your games. I’m sick of it, Y/N. I’m sick of having to control myself around you, while you just push every single button.”

“No more games,” You promised, voice quiet as you forced yourself to be present for this conversation. It was hard, especially with how good he smelled, but he deserved at least that. “I swear. We can talk about it later, but you smell like you’re an hour away from a full rut. Let me help you.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself once it hits,” He whispered, nose knocking into yours as you both laid in his bed, you half atop of him. You had been scenting him for a while, ignoring the thick stench of oncoming rut, the scent itself making you leak slick.

“Don’t stop then.” You said simply. “You can do whatever you want.”

Regarding you with dark eyes, he scoffed. “You don’t know what I want to do.”

“Whatever you want to do, I can handle it.” You promised, trying your hardest to not smirk. You’ve heard stories about Taehyung from other omegas on campus (which, at the time, had made you mad, causing you to give him the cold shoulder) but you would be lying if you said you didn’t want everything you had heard about him.

“Would you let me tie you up?” Taehyung asked, almost bored, as he sat up to wipe down his brow. “Would you let me blindfold you?”

Maybe it was too much for the first time, maybe you’d refuse, but Taehyung liked obedience, especially during his ruts. He liked knowing his omega would do anything he says, endure anything for him.

“Oh, so you are into those things. I always wondered if they were just rumours.” You mumbled, almost not realising you were saying them out aloud. He looked at you, head cocked to one side, before climbing back on the bed.

“What did you hear about me?” He asked, voice low and scent thickening, engulfing you, rendering you unable to think, much less speak. He straddled you, arms coming down on either side of your head, leaving you trapped. You could think of worse ways to be trapped. “Did my little omega hear what I do to people who end up in my bed?”

Nodding, mind hazy, you tried clenching your thighs together to stop slick from leaking, but he caught your movement. Flipping you over so that you were straddling one of his thighs, he grabbed a hold of your waist, grip tightening when you tried to move away.

“And what is it that I do to people who end up in my bed?” He whispered, a smirk barely hidden behind a façade. You didn’t know how to respond coherently; all the stories of how well-versed Taehyung was with omegas too much to convey.

After you didn’t respond, he lifted his thigh so that it was flush against your clit, muscles tensed and perfect to grind against. Through the restrictive material of both your clothes, you tried to get every bit of pleasure you could, no longer needing his directive to hump his thigh.

“Perfect omega.” He sighed, pulling your shirt and bra off before his hand almost instinctively wrapping around your throat, barely squeezing the sides while you gasped. Your eyes rolled back when he began groping your breasts, tugging on your nipples until they were pebbled.

Your mind felt hazy, but you knew you both wanted more than this, so you palmed against his hardened cock, almost immediately welcoming how tightly he gripped your throat.

“Want you.” You mumbled weakly, slick showing through your leggings, a reminder that your core was very empty, leaving you clenching on nothing.

Taehyung removed his hand from your throat, letting lungfuls of fresh air enter your system, immediately lifting his hips to take his belt off. He moved you onto the bed, pushing your head down so that you were presenting yourself to him.

Kneeling on the bed behind you, you immediately pushed your ass out to grind on his length, needing any form of contact you could get. Now, from the stories you had heard, this would’ve immediately warranted a pissed off Taehyung, but he indulged you, allowed you to grind against his dick all you wanted.

You were so focused on the barely-there pleasure, you didn’t realise he had restrained your arms behind your back until you tried to turn around to see what the ripping sound was.

Taehyung had ripped off a piece of your shirt, using the piece of cloth to prevent you from seeing. He tied the makeshift blindfold tightly, knowing that no matter how much you thrashed and moved around, it wouldn’t budge. You couldn’t find it in yourself to mourn the once-shirt, especially not when he was pulling down your pants, leaving bunched up at your bended knees.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He mumbled from behind you. Suddenly feeling a pair of lips on your clit, you gasped, trying to grasp at anything but coming up short. You were quite a sexually-free person, not really embarrassed by anything, but the way Taehyung unabashedly tongue fucked your hole made you want to crawl under the blanket and hide of shame.

Once again trying to grasp at him, you actually felt a bit of his hair on your hand before he pulled away from your pussy and spanked you hard.

“Your hands are tied for a reason, stop trying to get around it.” He snapped, bed shifting as he did something, but you didn’t know what. Being unable to touch him was infuriating since you just wanted to feel his skin on yours. As if he heard your thoughts, he leaned over against you, bulge right against your throbbing slit, and pulled your hair, forcing your head to snap up. “Be good, or I’ll tie your legs too. Then I can really do whatever I want.”

The thought of him having free reigns over you made you leak more slick, something he scoffed at before moving away. Both of you hadn’t realised it yet, but Taehyung was in full rut, his scent too thick to deny any longer. Without you realising, he unzipped his jeans, and pulled his length out.

Suddenly feeling him prod against your core, and you shivered when you realised just how huge he was, the head already being a tight fit against your slit.

“Alpha?” You mewled, trying to move back against him so that he could at least slip the tip in. He held you still, but he wasn’t irritated at you trying to fuck back into him; when he replied, you could almost see the smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

“Just admiring how tiny your cunt looks next to my cock, baby.”

Without letting you process his statement, he pushed into you hard, pushing you up the bed with just a single thrust. It was a tight fit with only half his cock, and you were already gasping for air. He pulled out, groaning at the way your walls clung to him, refusing to let him pull out. Thrusting in harder this time, you choked on your own spit after feeling just how deep he was, cock head seemingly touching your belly button.

“Presenting so well for Alpha,” He mumbled, balls slapping against your clit while he fucked into you. You were already fucked brainless, your pussy stretching beautifully around his cock, your walls forced open and pulsing around him. Your face was just buried in the pillows on his bed, unable to hold your head up while he fucked you roughly.

His skin slapped against yours hard at what felt like a bruising pace, but he didn’t falter even once, hips moving at a pace that was only possible of an Alpha in rut.

Feeling as if the grip on your waist wasn’t keeping you still enough, he grabbed onto the leather loop between your arms and onto your hair, forcing you down onto the bed.

In this position, you knew if someone walked in and saw you, you wouldn’t have a shred of pride left, and that’s exactly what Taehyung wanted. He kept a hand around your mouth, your cries and moans being lost against his skin, while he continued grunting into your ear.

“Baby, you’re making a mess,” He scolded, barely out of breath when he pulled your head back to look at you. You had drooled a little, pleasure too much for you to even comprehend what had happened, but Taehyung was absolutely delighted.

Licking up your spit from his hand, he then licked at the corner of your mouth, making sure everything had been cleaned up before saying your turn.

Using his now clean hand to squeeze your cheeks until your mouth was opened, he let a trickle of his saliva pool on your tongue. Because of his forceful thrusts, half of his spit ended up on your chin, but you were too out of it to think.

Taehyung preened when you stuck out your tongue to get over drop of his spit off your tongue, so much so that he pushed your hips up just so that he could play with your clit.

“Well behaved, omega.” He mumbled pridefully, his thumb on your clit unknowingly rubbing too well, causing you to cum hard around his cock.

He didn’t stop fucking you though, your walls pulsing on his length perfectly, the beginning of his knot forming at the base of his cock. Taehyung knew that with the way you were squeezing around him, pussy convulsing from oversensitivity, that he couldn’t fuck his knot into you this way, so without thinking much, he flipped you on top of him, using his strength to move you up and down his cock.

Your slick was everywhere, it had soaked the sheets and was shining against your thighs and ass. His mouth watered to taste you again, but he was too dead set on knotting you to think about stopping.

“Alpha, cum… Again,” You whimpered mindlessly, letting him use you however he wanted. He pulled against the belt, forcing you to balance yourself on your hands while he started thrusting into you, somehow harder, his knot catching on your rim as he panted.

“Going to knot this perfect omega pussy,” He promised panting as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple. “Fill you up with so much cum, make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

Tears fell behind the makeshift blindfold, only fuelling how fast he fucked his hips into yours, and you came with high pitched whimpers, slick soaking into his jeans. He gripped your waist pulling you closer to his sweaty skin and laid back fully, planting his feet onto the bed and finally pushed his knot into you, pushing your core to the limit.

He cursed loudly, groans and grunts filling the air as he came into you. He came for what felt like forever, the thick, sticky fluid seemingly never ending, but you didn’t want it to stop. If you could feel your legs, you probably would’ve continued bouncing on his knot, wanting to take even more of his cum.

The silence was barely noticed by both of you, both too focused on catching your breath and calming your thundering heartbeats. Now that you had sat still for a few minutes, you could feel how sore your joints were, your neck stiff from being pushed into the mattress, and your shoulders aching to be let out of the belt. Most of all, you want this damn blindfold off.

“Alpha, belt, please.” You mumbled unable to form a proper sentence. He immediately undid the belt, then came up and pulled off the blindfold. Squinting to adjust to the light, you saw him give you a soft smile.

“Hi,” He murmured, kissing your cheek. You nuzzled into his neck, smiling when you kissed over his scent gland, and he shivered. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t think you can keep me off your knot after this.” You muttered begrudgingly. “All the damn stories were true.”

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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

KTH || The BBF

header by: @jjkeverlast

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

Definition: Brother's Best Friend.

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

tags: pure smut. (18+)

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

@koobsessed @kooliv @carolynanderson @angelwonie @justjefinner

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

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

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

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

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

You're just watching him play on the bed.

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

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

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

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

"Nothing. Taehyung's being a dumbass."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Much to Taehyung's delight, he bought it.

His true intentions for the night had yet to unfold.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Would you like to be?" He asks.

"Tae, what?" You smile in disbelief.

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

Tempting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He leans back on his palms and smirks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod against it, smiling softly.

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

"Could you?" You affirm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your panties are missing. Weird.

BONUS:

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

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

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

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

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

"Yesss…" Taehyung finally replies.

"You are so dead."

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springalwayscomes · 1 year

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Sweet Night (Teaser)

Read Sweet Night here

Plot: Taehyung may be one of the purest creatures in the world. Heart as clear as the waters of the Pearly Waters, he only knows how to love, he doesn’t make any exceptions nor differences; his soul cannot love one thing more or less than the other. That’s how angels are made. Nevertheless, how can it be that his eyes seem to linger on your rosy cheeks too much and his fingers tingle to reach for you? When did his heart start to clench at the thought of you?

Pairing: Angel Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Wordcount: 48k

Author’s Note: This took me so long, I started writing it around February in 2021, and I didn’t think it would take this much for me to end it, but I’ve made it. So many things in my life have changed while writing this, I could say my life totally changed if I look back to two years ago, so it’s a bit odd but still, I’m happy. Anyway, I wish you a happy new year, I hope that you’ll be happy and live it to its fullest, through upsides and downs. Know that every decision you will make will be the best you will be able to do in that moment, so don’t be too harsh with yourself💜

Also please let me know if you’d like me to tag you when the fic will come out! I’m thinking of making a taglist, wether you want to be tagged for this work or another one or all of my works in general, let me know! I hope you’ll like the teaser🤞🏻

On my pillow

Can't get me tired

Sharing my fragile truth

That I still hope the door is open

It’s midnight, dark sky and lonely streets. The air is still, light and empty. A normal person wouldn’t see it, in fact she doesn’t. But Jungkook does. He sees beside her white hair, what is happening in the air, just above the empty pillow at her side. It’s one of those shows you only get to see once in a lifetime, if you’re lucky. It doesn’t happen often for energy in another space to be this strong and loud, to manifest itself like this, in a total different universe.

He must have loved her a lot, he thinks. The beautiful white sparkles are only visible for his eyes, a clear sign of what is happening in another world.

But the door is closed now, and there’s no way to get back.

Cause the window

Opened one time with you and me

Now my forever's falling down

Wondering if you'd want me now

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Against The Odds | Walls

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, established relationship, love triangle au, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word count - 1.7k

Drabble 1 - The walls aren’t so thick after all - tae pov

warnings: swearing, unrequited feelings, self loathing, male masturbation

FULL SERIES COLLECTION | PREQUEL SERIES

“Goodnight Tae!” You stumble into your room but he’s sure to catch you and break your fall before it happens.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay in here?” Taehyung asks, silently praying to every higher power that you ask him to stay a little while longer when he physically lays you onto the bed. He tries to ignore the exposed skin of your thigh when the split in your dress opens, but he can’t, he’s seen it now…there’s no going back.

“Yesssss…” You’re ginning widely, “Thanks for tonight Tae.”

“Anytime sweet—”

“Ah-ah!” You hold up your palm in objection, “Stop doing that! Stop being weird!”

“Sorry, fuck I’m wasted…why did we drink so much?” He chuckles, looking down at your body on the bed, imagining you were his for the night. Fuck, no, you’re Jungkook’s. His best friend Jungkook’s.

“Was your idea,” You’re giggling, covering your face, his heart starts beating just a little bit harder at the sound of your laughter, “Goodnight Tae…thanks for getting me here.” The drunken smile on your face is going to be burned into his memory forever.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

Taehyung slips into his own hotel room and crashes his back against the closed door, fuck, he is wasted. He finds himself smiling at memories of this evening but shakes his head as if to rid himself of any more thoughts before he gets carried away.

It’s when he’s laying atop of the bed completely alone that reality sinks in. He has feelings for his best friend’s girl, whether he wants to admit it to himself or not – he does. It’s not like he’s in love with you or anything ridiculous like that, it’s just…you’re just… A pained whine leaves his lips. What kind of sick pervert ogles their best friend’s fiancé at the table? And then again when she’s drunkenly sprawled out in bed? Him, that’s who.

The way you carry yourself, so strong and confident, never letting your past darken your present or future. He respects that, fuck he respects that so fucking much. He respects you so fucking much, he respects Jungkook so fucking much, so why, fucking why does his chest tighten every time he sees you?

Ever since you fell asleep on his shoulder on the flight home from Korea he’s held a soft spot for you. At first he willed it away, far away, burying it deep down so he didn’t have to deal with it. When you first started seeing Jungkook he recalls being taken aback by how smitten his life-long friend had become, infatuated even. Guk had never been like that with anyone. But then again Taehyung realises now, you aren’t just anyone.

You turned a scandalous sex tape leak into a business and found a way to help others. Why are you always helping others? Even just the little things like…picking up lunch and painkillers for him yesterday because you knew he was hungover. Why? Why did you have to be so fucking kind. Furthermore, why did he have to convince Jungkook to buy you a drink the night he saw you at Black Swan? You could be engaged to him right now instead. Another frustrated noise fills the otherwise silent room.

The only reason he offered to come here with you tonight was to be a good friend to Jungkook. Jungkook, who’s like a fucking brother to him and yet here he is in a room next to yours, his best friend’s fiancé, already desperate to get back up and knock on your door. Usually he’s much better at keeping his thoughts to himself, hell he’s 99% certain nobody suspects a thing, or at least nobody did before tonight.

You must know by now, surely. Right? It’s not like he’s ever going to act on it, but you’ve seen the way his body tenses when he has to watch you sit on Guk’s lap, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. You’ve heard him complain about you kissing your fiancé in front of him too many times to not know. Going back to over a year ago when he bumped into you in the supermarket in the midst of your temporary breakup…you asked him if he thought you should call Jungkook. He couldn’t give you a straight answer even then.

“I know it would mean a lot to him if you do.”

He cringes at the thought, throwing a tired arm over his eyes as if to shield himself from his own memories. But the way you looked tonight…the coy smile on your face when he called you beautiful, the way you giggled at his jokes and mistook his drunken confessions for him just being friendly. He feels like an idiot, a fucking idiot. There are billions of women on the planet, billions. So why does it have to be you that he wants? You with your perfect smile that lights up a room, the way you don’t put up with anybody’s shit, including his own, and that ass…oh god that spankable ass… Jungkook is one lucky fucking bastard.

“What kind of best friend am I?” He’s physically pulling the hairs at his scalp by this point, “You’re gonna be Jungkook’s best man at their wedding, get it together.”

That’s when he hears it, it’s unmistakable…your voice, you’re whiney desperate little voice through the wall.

“God I wish you were here…want you to fuck me so bad…”

“Are you fucking serious?” Taehyung directs his question to the ceiling, why, fucking why. He punches the mattress with a huff of air. Perfect, this is just perfect. Of course in your drunken state you’ve booty dialled Jungkook to help get you off.

He can hear your soft moans and groans, you’re probably fucking yourself with your fingers right now, toying with yourself while you tease the man you love. Blood rushes to his cock at the thought of it, he’s growing harder and harder by the second under his trousers.

“This is so fucking wrong, no Taehyung. Get it together. You’re hearing things.” He tries to convince himself with a whisper.

And for a moment he thinks that he’s right, he can’t hear anything at all now. Okay…good? He’s nodding in approval, thank god for that. He’s quick to rid himself of his clothes, pulling the sheets back before slipping beneath them. When he closes his eyes he sees you laying on the bed, your dress opening just enough for him to see…

“Oh my god Taehyung, pull yourself together for fucks sake.” He mumbles.

His erection stands proud now, balls hot and full of come that’s desperate to be released. No, it’s wrong, it’s so wrong! The unmistakable sound of Jungkook’s voice is what he hears next, muffled through the wall behind him.

“You’re so fucking sexy…”

He can’t help but groan into the back of his hand, biting down hard on the flesh. He’s right, you are fucking sexy. That dress made you look…perfect, fucking perfect. Except you’re probably not even wearing the dress by this point…you’re probably naked, cunt spread wide open while you fuck yourself with your manicured fingers. Fuck. His cock is twitching with anticipation but he promises himself that he’s not going to give into temptation, and boy does he want to stay true to that statement.

“I-I’m close already.” You sound so needy, like such a good little sub…

“Fuck this.” Taehyung spits, angrily gripping the base of his thick cock. Fuck you for not being quieter, fuck you for tormenting him like this, fuck you for always being so nice to him and always looking so good. To put a long story short – fuck you.

He can’t make out all of what’s said, nor does he want to, but he’s certain he hears something that sounds just like ‘Pretend it’s my tongue’ when he fully loses control, flipping over onto his stomach while he messily fucks his tightened palm imagining it’s the walls of your tight little pussy you no doubt have. He wishes you’d pretend your fingers were his tongue instead, god he bets you taste so fucking sweet.

“Fuck, I’m so close…”

“My god Y/N are you trying to kill me?” Taehyung grunts into his pillow with eyes squeezed shut, your voice spurring him on even more so, “Because it’s fucking working.”

He knows this is wrong, he knows he shouldn’t be doing this. You’re Y/N, you’re off-limits, you’re marrying his best friend, the man he’s known since he was a fucking baby. So why, fucking why is this the most turned on he’s ever been? Knowing you’re only one room away, presumably naked, doing unspeakable things to yourself knowing full-well that he can hear you.

He picks up the pace, fucking his fist as though it’s your writhing body beneath him, begging him to go harder, to pound you faster, deeper, tears in your pretty eyes when you gasp at his size. Fuck this is so wrong.

That’s when a loud, guttural moan along with his best friend’s name almost shakes the wall, fuck, he shouldn’t be doing this. But the sound of your whines and whimpers are you ride out your high only draw him closer to his own orgasm. A few seconds later he’s spilling his hot seed onto the mattress with furrowed brows and breathy chants of your name.

“Fuck…sweetheart.” He hisses at the oversensitivity, pressing his forehead further into the pillow.

Shit. Taehyung shudders while he tries to catch his own breath.

“I just hope the walls are thick, Taehyung’s in the next room.” He hears your airy giggle, his chest tightening with unwanted emotions. Unwanted being the key word in that statement, and the word that’s going to keep him awake for the rest of the night.

He wants you, but he doesn’t want to.

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thebulletproofbangtanboys · 1 year

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Like a Royal (Prince!Taehyung x Psychic!Reader) Soulmate!AU

Summary: Only those led by fate are meant to show up at Reader's doorstep. When Prince Taehyung shows up looking for a lost item, it's simple to say that the universe played a part in this unexpected love affair.

Word count: 5.1k

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: spanking, ass grabbing, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, sex with a practical stranger

Royal festivals were never your thing. Neither were royal balls, royal coronations, royal christenings, or anything "royal" for that matter. There were reasons why you lived on the very outskirts of the kingdom. No, not the outskirts of the major village surrounding the castle. You were on theoutskirts. Your house and business were in a small, cottage-like structure in the woods about two miles from the closest building in the village. It was quiet and peaceful this far from the hub. The only time you had to deal with any other human was when fate allowed it, and you got a customer. They would stay for an hour at most and leave happy or distraught.

You didn't really have "friends." Sure, every once a while, you would talk to the nereids and dryads, but you would not necessarily call them your friends, mere acquaintances at most. You weren't exactly anti-social, either. You just needed the calmness of the forest to focus on your meditations and readings. You really couldn't do that with the constant hustle and bustle of people walking around and talking right outside of your door. Sure, being in the city would have helped with business, but you weren't in it for the money. You were in it to help the people who truly needed it, not those who wanted to know how to swindle another person out of money for their own gluttonous gains or how to make a potion so some young, perky girl would fall in love with a sleaze. If a person truly needed your help, fate would send them your way, and they would end up on your doorstep one way or another.

Another reason why the city bothered you so much was because nature walks would be rare and far between. You swore that you needed one at least once a week, rain or shine, if not more. It was how you were able to truly connect to nature. The way your bare feet would feel with exposed earth squishing between your toes was so calming yet exhilarating that you swore you could become one with Mother Nature. The smell of the trees and grass and dirt was especially intoxicating, even more so if a rain storm had just passed through. Gods, you loved the aftermath of a rain storm more than anything else in the world. The way the sunshine would bounce off of the small beads of water on the leaves, casting rainbows, was absolutely gorgeous to you. You would become so mesmerized by the colorful kaleidoscope that on most occasions, you would need to brace yourself against a tree to keep from falling over onto the ground.

Simply put, you would not be able to survive in the city. It was just not the place for you. That's why you decided to stake claim to the cottage in the woods.

One morning in your little cottage, you woke up to the pale yellow sun creeping through your pastel purple curtains, warming your face. You smiled to yourself as you shielded your now open eyes. The sound of birds twittering along with small Fae chattering away loudly came from right outside your slightly cracked window. Due to the open window, you could also smell the remnants of rain. Your smile widened as this was perfect walking weather.

You threw your quilt off of your body and onto the floor. You didn't want to waste a single second more in the house. In a tornado of fabric, you tripped into a soft, blue and silver long sleeved dress. You didn't even wait to put shoes on before you were out the door. In all honesty, you had forgotten about them. It had been a few weeks since this weather had made an appearance. The birds and Fae that had been sitting in your bushes shot off into the sky, startled by your slamming open the wooden back door. You called out an apology before childishly running off to your typical walking trail.

You slowed as reached a good distant in the thick woods. You paused for a moment and closed your eyes and tilted your head back. Thin rays of yellow sun dotted your face, and your face warmed where the sun hit. It made your face feel weird with the mixture of cool and warm. However, it was that weird feeling that made you love this weather the most.

You took in a deep breath and let the cool, damp air hit your lungs. The air was so damp that your lungs constricted, causing you to cough. You placed your hand on your chest in mere hopes that it would help, but alas, it didn't. As you lifted your head back up, your eyes caught something shiny in the distant, more shiny than the sun-shining raindrops on the leaves. After your cough had settled, you walked over to where you saw the shine.

Hidden in some grass right off of the dirt trail lay a magnificent ring. Curious, you picked the ring up. It was heavy, definitely made of pure metal and gem and assuredly expensive. In the center was a large, purple gem, a musgravite. You held it up to a sunbeam and marveled at how the ring sparkled despite the small bits of dirt that remained. The band was silver and was engraved with intricate designs. It was clearly made by a skilled craftsman.

Upon further inspection, you found what you thought to be a scratch on the inside of the band, but instead, it was a singular letter. A "V." You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. V? Why would the letter V be on the inside of a ring? Unless...it was the owner's name!

Forgetting all about the walk, you sprinted back to your cottage. Rocks dug into the soles of your feet painfully, but you simply ignored them. You needed to find out who the owner of this ring was and get it back to them as soon as possible. Once you reached your cottage, you slammed open the front door, scaring the birds and Fae that had moved there after you had scared them earlier. The birds flew off to a nearby tree, and the Fae cursed at you before following suit. You ignored them and entered the shop part of your house.

This was where you conducted your business. The walls donned all different types of tapestries: constellations, zodiacs, tarot cards, and suns and moons. Tarot cards were tossed onto a small table that was covered by a deep purple and black cloth. Centered in the table was your crystal ball. On the other side of the room was a smaller table that held your incense tray and a cup of all of your incense and a box of matches. You plucked an incense stick out of the cup, placed it in the tray, lit the match, and held the match up to the end of the incense. You shifted your feet back and forth impatiently as you waited for the incense to take the flame. Once the tip was a bright, almost white, orange, you quickly strode over to the other table.

You plopped down in your plush, yet uncomfortable, seat and placed the ring on the table. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your breathing even. Spells weren't as effective if your blood pressure and heart rate were up. You cringed thinking about what happened the last time. You shook it off and let out a long breath. You then closed your eyes, keeping one hand over the ring and one over the crystal ball and started the incantation. With your eyes still closed, you waited for an image to pop in your head like one usually did, but it never came. You opened your eyes, confused. The spell should have worked. Maybe you were still too anxious.

You slowly breathed in and out for a minute or so more before attempting to do the spell again. Eyes closed once more, you still only saw the inside of your eyelids. There was no image to be found. You were sure you were using the right spell. It was the main one you used when you had customers. You were 100% sure you were correct with it, so why didn't it work?

Later that week, you were sitting at a creek some ways down your walking trail. Nereids and dryads sat around you in awe and wonder as you showed them the ring you had found just a few days prior. Fae you had never seen before had started showing up and creeping behind trees, bushes, and rocks. Even some of the fish were curious as they nipped away at your water-dipped toes.

"(Y/N), where did you find it?"

"Did you find out who it belongs to?"

"Are you going to sell it? I'm sure you could make a lot of money from it."

These were just some of the questions you received from the many Fae. Overwhelmed by all of the questions being presented to you at once, you didn't know where to start. Just as you were about to answer one, you would be asked by another. You basically sat there opening and closing your mouth like a fish.

Fortunately, a nereid by the name of Sila shouted over the rest to silence them. Sila was the closest thing you had to a friend out here in the forest. Everyone seemed to listen to her. She was the unofficial leader, you gathered. You thanked her before going on to speak.

"I was just taking a walk one day to come down here when I saw something sparkly. I went over to it and found this. There's a letter engraved on the inside of the band. A 'V.' I figured it might have been a name or something, so I went back to the cottage to try to find the owner. I tried the spell several times, but I couldn't find the owner. Pawning it just doesn't feel right, honestly."

"But what about all the money?" a younger nereid asked, flipping her long, dark hair over a shoulder and exposing a milky white breast.

You looked down at the ring and shrugged. "Money just doesn't appeal to me like it does most people. Besides, this ring probably means a lot to someone. They're probably looking for it, and if they are, fate will most likely swing them by my shop."

"Wait," Sila said. "You mentioned that the spell you used to find the owner didn't work, right?"

"Exactly," you responded.

"Are you sure it was the correct spell?"

You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. "Of course, I do. I've used the spell plenty of times with customers. It's probably my most used spell, actually."

Sila's face lit up, and she kicked her feet in the water happily, making large splashes. When she calmed, she turned back to you and squealed. "(Y/N), do you know what this means?" You gave her a confused look. "When you use the spell to find someone or something, and the spell doesn't work, it means that your soulmate is involved somehow." At the sound of the news, the rest of the Fae became quickly excited.

"What? No. There's no way." You shook your head in disbelief. Soulmates? Was there even such a thing? Sure, you were a psychic, and you've read about soulmates before. However, who is to say that psychics weren't skeptical about some things as well?

"Of course, there is! Why else would you have thought that the spell hadn't have worked?"

Maybe Sila was right. You knew that spell better than you knew yourself. You could recite it forwards and backwards in any situation. However, there could have been other explanations for the spell not working...right?

"Look," Sila said, crossing her arms over her bare chest. "Let me come back to your place with you and try out the spell myself and see if it works or not."

You sighed. Sila was not one to usually take no for an answer, so you knew there was no getting out of this. You gave a simple nod, and the two of you were in your shop twenty minutes later.

Sila had her eyes closed with one hand over the ring and one over the crystal ball, just as you had been a few days ago. She recited the spell, and a few moments later, she began to speak.

"I see a man. He has blond hair, not bright blond. It's more of like a straw color like mine. He looks kind of fancy looking. A Lord or even a prince maybe? For some reason, the name Taehyung is popping out. Maybe that's his name?"

You stopped her. "Sila, there is no way that mysoulmate is a fuckingLordorprince. You're out of your mind."

"Then why am I seeing what I'm seeing?" she asked as she opened her eyes.

"I don't know!" You threw your hands up into the air in frustration. You huffed and ran a hand through your hair.

Sila stood up. "Look. Just think it over or something. If fate is truly meant to intervene or have you meet him in this way, let it happen. If it doesn't happen, then I don't know." She shrugged. "I've got to get back home." You nodded to her and bit on your index finger lightly as you thought. Sila went to the door and turned around as she opened it. "All I'm saying is think it over."

Over the course of the next few weeks, you tried not to think about any of it, but it was the one thing that clouded your mind. It clouded your mind so much that you barely left the house, even on those perfect weather days. You had few customers over the course of those weeks, but you tended to them all absentmindedly. You didn't even remember doing a majority of the spells or even what the people looked like.

One day, you were sitting at the table with the crystal ball and tarot cards, just analyzing the ring again as if you hadn't already memorized every little thing about it. As usual, your mind was clouded with thoughts. At first, you didn't even hear the knock on the door. When the knock became louder and more persistent, you were stripped from your thoughts and jumped in surprise. You quickly got up, slipped the ring into your dress pocket, and went over to the door.

"May I help y-" You stopped yourself when you opened the door and saw the person in front of you.

This customer was male. He had straw blonde hair with naturally tannish skin. A few freckles dashed his elegant features. He was tall and handsome and...He was dressed quite fancily in velvety and silky purple clothing. Holy shit. He was the man that Sila had described when she was here. She never mentioned that he was quite this handsome, though.

"You should probably close your pretty little mouth. Don't want to catch any flies," a deep, gruff voice said.

It took you a second to realize that the voice had come from the man in front of you and that you were staring at him. You closed your mouth and cleared your throat. You took a breath and tried your words once again.

"How can I help you?" you asked.

"You're a psychic, right?" There came that deep voice again. It was intoxicating to you, and he had only spoken a few sentences.

"Yes, of course."

"Good. That means that you can help me find what I'm looking for."

He lost something. Another check mark off of the list for soulmate guy.

"Oh? What is this item you are looking for? Perhaps, I can help."

"A ring," he stated clearly.

Your heart skipped a beat, and your breathing hitched. You swallowed thickly as your throat had just suddenly run dry.

"A-a ring you say? Perhaps you could describe this ring. Knowing as many details as possible helps me find the item faster and easier." You tried to keep your composure, but you were failing. You could only pray that this man didn't notice.

The man put a finger to his chin as he thought for a moment. After all, it had been about a month since he had seen the ring last. He would have seen it sooner, but he had only found out about you a few days ago.

"Well," he started. "The ring is made of pure silver. It's made for that of a man. A size 9.5 if you want to get specific. In the center is a purple gem, a musgravite, so not a simple, cheap gem."

"Does it happen to have a letter engraved into it?" Your throat felt thicker, anxious for the answer.

"Yes! It does! A V! So, have you seen it?"

You felt all of the blood drain from your face, and your vision became spotty for a moment.

"I need to sit down," you muttered as you walked over to the table and placed yourself in one of the uncomfortable chairs.

"A-are you alright?" the man asked, noticing your changed demeanor.

You shakily reached into your pocket and pulled out the ring before placing it on the table. The man came closer to the table and looked down.

"That's my ring," he said not a moment later, astonished. "How-"

"I found it in the forest, right off of the walking trail. I tried looking for the owner, but I couldn't," you meekly said, a hand covering your mouth as you tried to control the butterflies in your stomach.

"But I thought you were a psychic."

"I am. However, answer me this. Is your name Taehyung?"

You slowly looked up at the man. His face had now paled as yours had done just a few minutes before.

"No one has called me that in years. Psychic or not, how did you know that?" His voice had raised a little, not out of anger or of fear but of confusion.

You breathed in deeply, formulating your next words. "The reason why I couldn't find you to deliver this ring was because, apparently, if a psychic's vision is blurred on something, that means that their soulmate is involved. I didn't believe it, at least not until now."

"Then, how did you know?"

"An acquaintance of mine helped me out. She found you and told me everything."

"How do I know if you're telling the truth? How do I know if you're not lying?" Taehyung crossed his arms across his chest.

You shakily got up from your seat and walked over to a bookshelf. Shortly after Sila had told you about the whole soulmate business, she came by your place and gave you a thin hardback book labelledSoulmates: How to Tell if They are the One or Just a Waste of Your Time. You pulled it off of the shelf and turned to a page you had looked over plenty of times. You were still slightly skeptic about it all, but things were turning with each new piece of evidence being brought to the surface.

"It says here that if soulmates are to kiss and make love, an instant and unbreakable connection is supposed to take hold. One of-"

"Hold on a second," Taehyung interjected. "I barely know you, and you start coming at me with this soulmate stuff a-a-and making love? This is crazy."

"Believe me, I know. That's what I thought, too, until everything Sila had said about the situation has come true." You sighed. "Look. I know this is ludicrous and outrageous, but what hurt is there in trying? Either you get a one night stand and never have to think about it again, or you get a soulmate for the rest of your life. Besides, how else would I have known your name?"

Taehyung stood there for a moment before stepping towards you. He took your face in his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. You instantly melted into it. It was the best kiss you ever had, and the way his lips conformed to yours just felt perfect and...right. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he snaked his arms around your waist.

Your hands trailed up his neck to the nape and through his soft locks. There, you grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled, exposing his neck, which you lightly bit. A small noise came from Taehyung's mouth, making you smile softly to yourself. You then latched your mouth to his neck and sucked like a thirsty newborn vampire. Shallow, quick breath sounds passed through Taehyung's lips as he rode in the small but definite ecstasy.

However, he quickly came to his senses and pulled a fistful of your own hair, growling in response. A tiny bit of fear mixed with a lot of pleasure glistened in your eyes.

"Don't worry, my dear. I won't hurt you... Much that is. I do have to show someone here who the boss truly is," he whispered roughly into your ear before attacking your own neck.

Loud moans came from your mouth as he instantly found the sweet spot right under your jaw. You clawed desperately at the royal fabric this handsome man donned. With how much lust and wanting you were feeling, you didn't even care if you tore his expensive clothing. He lived such a lavish life that he could probably buy an entire wardrobe filled with clothing such as what he was wearing a million times over and barely make a dent in his pocketful of money. Without another thought, disregarding the buttons on his blouse, you tore the shirt right off of his shoulders. Buttons popped off, scattering across the room, and bouncing off of various objects.

Suddenly, the backs of your legs hit up against a solid surface. You looked behind you to see your bookshelf, and you turned towards Taehyung. A smirk dazzled his light pink lips, and mischief danced sinfully in his piercing eyes. He put his lips lightly back to yours, and it quickly became heated once more.

Your nails scraped down his back. His hands grabbed a hold of your hips and pulled them towards his own. Taehyung's knee slid between yours. With that knee, he moved one of yours away from the other, spreading your legs in the process. At the same time, Taehyung moved his thigh to your core, causing some slight friction and, ultimately, pleasure. You broke from the influx of kisses and hid your face in the crook of Taehyung's neck as the intensity kept building. You rocked your hips, essentially riding his thick, muscular thigh. Small mewls of pleasure made their way to Taehyung's ears between tiny nibbles of his neck.

The sound of Taehyung's deep chuckle almost sent you over. He was amused to say in the least. To see you coming undone, and he had barely done a thing, barely even touched you. You were doing it all yourself by simple thoughts and actions.

"Someone's eager," he whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You said nothing as you focused on the pleasure between your thighs. You were stopped just short of reaching that much needed climax as Taehyung moved his thigh away from you. You whimpered in retaliation and gave him a pleading look.

"You really think I was going to let you get off without tasting you first?" He smirked as your face went flush with a deep crimson. Your face heated to such a level you thought it would catch fire.

Before you could fully recover from his words, you felt him lift your dress and tug at the waistband of your undergarments. You slid your hands down to meet his and guide the obstructing clothing off of your body. He wasted no time in tossing them to the side and sneaking back under the hem of your dress.

You felt him place his hands on the insides of your knees to try to spread them apart, but you were nervous and tried to keep them closed. However, Prince Taehyung was having none of that. He peeked out from under the skirt and gave you a reassuring look. You decided to forget your nerves for just a second and let him do as he saw fit.

Next thing you knew, you felt light kisses on the insides of your thighs as he alternated between them. The further up he got, the more on edge you became. However, this time, it was more excitement than it was nervousness. He then gave a sudden, yet gentle, bite on your inner thigh right next to your core. You gasped in surprise. That gasp quickly turned into a moan as V placed his lips to your core and began to flick his tongue over your bundle of nerves.

It felt light and sweet at first, but the more he continued, the more intense it became. Your ears and feet began to feel hot with ecstasy. You grabbed the back of his head through the fabric of your skirt and pushed him closer to you. He noticed you were getting closer to your climax and kept the same rhythm but became a little more intense with pressure - not enough to change the ecstasy you were feeling but rather to let you know that he understood your unspoken words.

He reached his hand up closer to you and inserted finger inside. You tilted your head against the bookcase, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. As he inserted the second finger, you bit your lip, trying to contain any noises that may escape. The combination of his fingers moving against your G-spot and his mouth on your clit sent the heat to the pit of your stomach where you felt that knot tightening. It became tighter and tighter as Taehyung continued his magic.

Your moans loudly filled the air as that knot snapped into one of the best highs you ever had. Your legs shook so badly you thought you were going to fall to the floor in an orgasmic mess. A shiver sent itself down your spine as Taehyung gave you one last lick and came out from underneath your skirt. He popped his fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste of you.

Taehyung slowly stood up and pressed his body against yours. You could feel his hard length against your leg. You could feel that it was big in both girth and length. You thought fervently on how your body was going to be able to take it without getting absolutely wrecked. Your thoughts were briefly broken by soft lips planting on your own. You could taste yourself on your lips, and your erotic feelings and thoughts came crashing back in.

You kissed him back with equal ferocity, leading into a heavy make out session. Your tongues laced together in passion as clothes were slowly falling off of one another. Before you knew it, the two of you were naked and breathing heavily from the lack of oxygen.

The two of you looked longingly into each other's eyes. You noticed Taehyung's were filled with want, need, and lust. The next thing you knew, you were turned around with your back to him and your body up against the bookcase. He took a hold of your hips and pulled them towards him.

You could feel his length up against your ass. From what you could tell, it was of a larger size - not quite the biggest you've ever had, but pretty damn close. Your core pulsed with seductive longing. You pressed yourself closer to Taehyung and wiggled your ass a little to get his attention. You felt a sudden sting land on your right ass cheek followed by a firm grasp. Taehyung placed his chin on your shoulder as he massaged your ass tenderly.

"You ready, doll?" he whispered in your ear.

You gave a curt nod, and he grabbed a hold of his length and placed himself between your folds. However, instead of entering, he just teased you. You whined in protest and tried lowering yourself down onto him. All you received was another slap to your ass.

"Meanie," you muttered.

"Oh, I'll show you who's a 'meanie,' love."

You gasped as he suddenly slammed into you, hitting your cervix perfectly. A load moan escaped your lips as he thrust into you over and over. Your legs trembled beneath you. The only thing keeping you from collapsing to the floor was the tight grip Taehyung had on your hips. You swore he was going to leave fingerprint bruises.

The feeling of excitement and ecstasy filled your whole body, starting from the pit of your stomach and spreading outwards. Your fingers tingled, and your face was numb. As the pleasure in you built, your vision became fuzzy around the edges, and your head became fuzzy.

Taehyung's large hand wrapped itself around your throat for some more grounding, and his grunts mixed with your moans. He slowly became sloppy as he himself grew closer to his climax. The knot in your lower stomach returned and quickly unraveled itself, causing you to seep your juices on to Taehyung's dick. He followed shortly after, cumming deeply into you.

As the two of you came down from your highs, you panted, relishing in the feelings that had just overcame you. It was a truly exhilarating feeling. You shakily turned around to face Taehyung who had a slight glisten to him. He, too, was panting, but a smirk donned his face. You smirked back, loving the look on his face.

"Well," he said between breaths. "That was..."

"Perfect?"

"Indeed."

Your body felt different. It was not exactly a physical feeling, but it was more of a spiritual feeling. You felt closer to Taehyung, to his soul. Maybe the book and Sila were right. Maybe soulmates really were a thing. All you knew was that something was different, and this man brought the most comfortable feeling to your mind, body, and soul.

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Blue and Grey

Taehyung x reader

Word count - 7k

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut-- protected sex, mentions of oral (fem rec), pwp, porn with plot, pet names (Angle, Tiger, Big shot, etc.), praise, soft dom tae, sub reader-- let me know if i missed anything!

Plot - after your breakup, you avoided Taehyung completely. bt what happens when your job as a photographer forces you to be in contact with him again? Will the two of you make up, or will things between the two of you forever be ruined?

Authors notes - Sorry I haven't posted in a bit, school has been very demanding, and sports even more so. please feel free to repost, and leave a heart if you liked it!

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You had known Kim Taehyung for pretty much your whole life, you both grew up together because you were neighbors. You and him were also complete opposites. For instance, you were an extrovert, and Tae was an introvert. Your favorite color was red, and his was gray. His favorite number was ten, even, and yours was seven, odd. But even with having so little in common with the dark haired male, you both were like two peas in a pod. It’s as your parents said, “반대 유치!(opposites attract)”

Now, over sixteen years later, you and Taehyung don’t talk. You hadn’t spoken a word to the other for three years. Why? Well for one, he shattered your heart into a million pieces, and two… well there wasn’t really a second reason. It was just that he broke your heart, and left you to mend it on your own. You had moved back to Australia because you had gotten a new job with photography.But even if you did go back to your hometown, it's not like you would see him! He moved to Seoul when he became a trainee, and now he’s known all over the world for his songs and great music.

You were currently being driven to the next concert you were to photograph, who knew that when you went to university for nature photography, you would have ended up taking photos for K-pop groups when they toured in Australia. You were not told exactly who you would be photographing, but you were to not only go backstage with them, but also get pictures from the floor, granted you were allowed closer than the fans were, but it would still be a challenge. You tried to think of who it could be.

‘Stray Kids has started their world tour and I know they’re coming here. Same with Blackpink. I think Oneus will be here soon too. It could be Treasure though, they did just have a comeback after all. What if it’s-’ The buzzing of your phone snapped you out of your thoughts. You checked to see who it was, ‘Unknown caller’ it said. You knew your mom just got a new phone and maybe she was calling you from that, so you hesitantly picked it up.

“Hello?” you said into the speaker. “Hey, is this y/n?” a deep voice asked. “This is she, how may I help you?” You questioned the male that had called you. The line was silent save for the soft muffled sound of talking in the background. After about a minute of silence, you spoke up, “Listen if this is a prank call, I’m really-” The male cut you off, “It’s not! I swear, please don’t hang up, Angel.” The male pleaded on the other side of the phone. Your heart stopped, everything seemed to move in slow motion. What did he just call you? Angel? The only person who had used that nickname was… “Taehyung…” you whispered out. “Yeah, it’s me Angel, I… I just-” He started but couldn’t get far before you interrupted him. “Taehyung, why the 지옥(hell) are you calling me? After what, three years? You finally decide to speak to me?” You paused to see if he would answer you, but he stayed silent. You sighed, “Listen, I really don’t have time for this right now, okay? I have a shoot I need to get to and I need to be in the right mindset. Please, don’t contact me again.” You said as you ended the call, not even giving him a second to respond.

Your heart clenched tightly inside of your chest, you felt your throat start to get tight as a lump formed there. Memories from that day years ago came flooding back into your mind.

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Dating an idol was really no easy task, you had to deal with crazed fans, people that would write horrible things about your relationship, social media, and their overly busy schedule. But even though you had to deal with all of that, you still chose to stay with him, with Kim Taehyung because he made you feel so loved, even if he came home late, he would let you know, through call if he had a little longer break, or over text if he was too busy. But Taehyung thought the exact opposite. He thought he was wasting your time. He thought you deserved someone better than him. So, when he came home from work early that night, he sat you down on the couch for a serious conversation.

“y/n, we really need to talk…” He said when he came into the small kitchen in your apartment. Not even a ‘hi’ or ‘how was your day angel?’ nothing, just straight into the conversation. Taehyung thought- no, he knew it would be better for him that way. You stopped the dishes you were doing, dried your hands on a towel and followed Taehyung into the living room and sat across from him on the couch. Once you were both seated Taehyung took a deep breath and started to speak.

“Listen, Angel, I love you so so much okay…” you nodded and smiled, “I love you too Tiger,” Taehyung smiled ever so slightly. “But I think you deserve better than what I can give to you. I… I think it would be best if we split up, y/n.” Everything stopped, it felt as if someone just slapped you in the face. “You… you 무엇(what)?” you stutter out, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I can’t give you what you want y/n. We can’t go on dates. If fans even see me outside with you, we get bombarded! I don’t want you to have to live like this anymore, can't you understand that!” Taehyung burst. Tears welled up in your eyes as you saw him finally walk away from the conversation into the bedroom the two of you shared, slamming the door behind him in frustration. You and Taehyung rarely ever argued, but when you did it was always filled with many emotions from both parties.

You were left sitting on the couch alone with nothing but your thoughts. Did he really want to break up? Is it really because he couldn’t go on dates with you? Why does he think you deserve someone better? Taehyung is the only thing keeping you afloat at your worst times, so why does he want to split up? You’ve constantly told him how much you love him, and how you wish to be with him forever, and he's said the same thing to you. So why? Why the hell does he want to break up?

A few minutes later, Taehyung came out of the bedroom with his bag and was walking towards the front door getting ready to put his shoes on. You jumped up and hugged him from the back, making him stop what he was doing right away. “Please,” you pleaded, “don’t leave me Tae, I need you. Please, I love you so much. I promise you're enough for me. And… and we can work this out. We can go on our late night park dates like we used to, e-even when you get off work and you come home late, I’ll stay up for you and we can go on a date. J-just don’t leave me…please.” you begged as your grip around him tightened. Taehyung sighed and peeled your arms from around him and slipped his shoes on. Finally Taehyung turned to you. He placed his hands on your cheeks and wiped your tears. “This is for the best, y/n. I know you’ll be able to find someone. Someone that will love you unconditionally. Spend all of their time with you. Someone you can walk outside of your front door and not be bombarded with fans and paparazzi. I love you so much, but you can do so much better than me.” He placed a feather light kiss on your lips, and pulled away all too soon for you. Taehyung opened the front door and closed it again once he was outside.

You fell to your knees as sobs racked through your body. You kept mumbling for Taehyung to come back, as if he was still right outside your door. But he was, Taehyung couldn’t leave you crying like that, but he had to. You deserved so much better than what he could give you. So with a heavy heart, a lump in his throat, and tears in his eyes ready to fall, he left.

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“We are here Ms. l/n.” The words from the driver brought you back to reality. You smiled and nodded at him getting out of the car. You went to the back of the car and got your camera from the trunk and put the strap over your head so that it was placed on your shoulder and the camera rested safely at your hip. You closed the trunk and thanked the driver once again and made your way to the front of the large stadium. Waiting for you were two guards, both dressed in a black suit with a white undershirt. You smiled to them, and pulled out your ID to show them. They inspected it thoroughly and then returned it to you and led you inside to where the stage was. “They will be out soon for rehearsals and mic checking.” The one to the right informed you. “That should be plenty of time for me to get my camera ready, 감사합니다.(thank you)” You smiled at them and made your way across the floor of the stadium. The two guards left and it was just you and the equipment crew until the group would come out.

While you waited for the mystery group to come out onto the stage you started getting your camera ready. You cleaned off the lenses, made sure the different attachments still fit, and fiddled with the zooming and focusing of each attachment you had. Then once you made sure everything was working as it should be, you started to snap pictures of the empty stadium, some of the workers working, and the stage. After about forty-five minutes, the mystery group finally started walking out on stage. You turned to them and they all stopped dead in their tracks.

You made eye contact with the male in front. He had long black hair that curled slightly at the tips. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown. And his smile was big and gummy. You almost dropped your camera as your brain finally registered who it was. “Kookie?!” You shouted out, your voice echoing in the empty stadium. His eyes widened, and his smile got even bigger, if that was possible, as he jumped off the stage and ran towards you. “오 이런(oh my god) Oh my god!” He hugged you tightly, “Is it really you? You're not fake?” he questioned as he pulled away from you and inspected your face. You laughed loudly, “No I’m not fake 바보(fool/idiot)!” You scolded him. Just then Jimin came up to you, then Jin, next Hobi, and soon almost everyone surrounded you. Almost everyone. The one person you didn’t see was Taehyung. Part of you was actually glad, you're not sure how you would react if you were to see him in person. But you pushed those thoughts away and started to catch up with the six boys around you. They bombarded you with questions, and you answered them all.

“기다림(wait),” Jimin spoke out, making everyone stop talking and look at him, “what happened to you and Tae? Ever since you left and came here, he’s been all off.” He voiced. You struggled to find and answer, but couldn’t come up with one, so you just told him the truth. “We broke up.” you said quietly. Jimin’s eyes widened, “뭐라고?!(wait what)” Jungkook was the next to speak, “왜(why)!” then Hobi, “But you guys were perfect together!!” He whined. “It was for…um…” you started but once again, could not think of anything to tell them. You didn’t want to tell them the truth because it would most definitely affect the way they saw Taehyung. Just then one of the many managers came out onto the stage and called them to get their mics. They all waved to you as they ran back to the stage.

You got your camera ready and started getting pictures of the boys, Taehyung still nowhere to be seen.

After about thirty minutes the boys were given a break and they sat down on the stage and started talking. You snapped several pictures of them from different angles, making sure they looked good once you were done with one round. Just as you were about to start taking more pictures you heard someone running on the stage. You pulled the camera from your eye so you could see who it was. You regretted it immediately.

He looked more mature than he did three years ago. His hair was black and long and curly, just how you liked it. His eyes still as captivating as before. His smile still sweet. His voice still as deep and melodic as ever. His laugh, oh how you missed his laugh, it was still as contagious as you remembered it to be. “Y/n?” God how you missed the way your name sounded when it came from his lips. The lump in your throat made itself present as you tried your best to smile at him. You quickly brought the camera up to your face again and snapped a few photos of Taehyung by himself and Taehyung with the rest of the boys.

You walked back up to the stage and squatted to the ground and placed your camera carefully inside of the bag. After you clipped it shut you pulled the strap over your head and stood up to leave. But before you could Jungkook came running up to you from atop the stage. “y/n, you gotta come to our concert tonight okay? It’s gonna be so good! You won’t have to pay a single dime either, I’ll pay for you-” “우리(WE)!” Namjoon corrected him. Jungkook laughed, “Yes, 우리(WE)! Will pay for you, and get you a VIP pass backstage.” He told you with a big smile on his face. You hesitated for a second before looking into his eyes, he was clearly giving you the puppy eyes he knew you fell for every single time. You huffed a sigh, “Fine, I’ll come to the concert.” Jungkook’s smile was so bright it could rival that of the brightest stars. “예(yes)! The concert starts at seven-thirty, so don’t be late! And when you get here the guys from earlier will be there so just tell them I let you come, and they should give you the VIP pass.” he informed you. You nodded, then said bye to all of the boys. Giving Taehyung a small wave. He smiled brightly and waved back to you.

Hours later you walked back to the entrance of the stadium, the line to get in was already incredibly long, and you knew it would be a long wait, but hopefully a quick one as the lines were moving fast. After about twenty minutes of being in line, you reached the entrance, and sure enough the two male guards from earlier were still standing there. You smiled at them and told them exactly what Jungkook had told you to say. They nodded and one of them escorted you to where you would be sitting. You were right next to the stage, and had a perfect view of everything that you knew would be happening. You thanked the male before he left you.

After about thirty minutes of waiting the concert finally started. The first song they did was ON, and it was great. Everyone did amazing throughout the entire concert. After two hours the boys started talking about how they are grateful for all of the ARMYs that had come to the concert and how they hope they will keep supporting them in the years to come. “Whenever ARMYs miss us, you can come to us. If you have to go or if you want to go, it’s okay for you to leave us. But always remember this. We will always be here.” Jungkook said.

“Before you all leave tonight, we have one last song for you all!” Namjoon yelled into the mic. “V has been working really hard lately and just released this song a couple months ago,” music started to play as he spoke, “He wrote this song for not being able to see ARMY, 우리는 당신이 그것을 사랑하기를 바랍니다 (we hope you love it)! We hope you love it!” Taehyung then started singing, his deep baritone voice soothing you.

“Where is my angel?” He sang into the microphone. Your heart clenched. That’s what Taehyung had called you when you were together. Even when you were still friends, he called you his angel. You had never asked him why exactly, but you remember when Namjoon had told you whenever he was writing a song and needed help with lyrics he would prey to his angel.

“하루의 끝을 드리운(at the end of a tiring day)” Whenever Tae had come home, late or not, he would still spend his time with you, even if it was just the two of you cuddling up on the couch together or in your shared bed.

“Someone come and save me, please” Your heart clenched and tears started making themselves known in your eyes. Sure, you tried to hate Taehyung as much as you could, but no matter what, you still loved him. That, you know, you would never be able to deny. You hadn’t been there for Taehyung, then again he was the one that left you. But even still, you were also the one that stopped contacting him. He had never said that he wanted to stop talking. Still though, you cut off all contact with the boys and him, thinking and hoping that it would be best that the two of you never talked again.

“지친 하루의 한숨뿐(is overshadowed by a sigh)” Taehyung always felt like he was just looked over. Someone that the other members never really needed no matter how many times you and the boys had tried to reassure him. It really hit him hard when a girl had skipped right over him at a fan sign. You remembered the look on his face like it was yesterday. He looked more than hurt. From afar you could tell his eyes were watery, you knew that once you would get back to the hotel he would not speak, and lock himself in his room. Sure you had a key card to the exact room, but you also knew that he wouldn’t want to be bothered. Either way though, you still went and comforted him at the hotel.

“거울에 비친 눈물의 의미는(the tears reflected in the mirror mean)” You knew exactly what they meant. You couldn’t help but know how he felt after what had happened. You knew that the break up hurt him just as much as it hurt you, if not more so. Every night you would cry. When you went into the bathroom the next morning the tear tracks were prominent as ever, making themselves known to the whole world. So, yes, you knew exactly how he felt when he sang that one singular line.

The next time Taehyung sang, you felt the tears you had been trying so hard to keep in finally fall down your cheeks. “Oh this ground feels so heavier I am singing by myself I just wanna be happier 이것도 큰 욕심일까 (am i being too greedy) ”

Taehyung finished the song with the lines, “허공에 떠도는 말을 몰래 주워 담고 나니 이제 새벽잠이 드네 (after secretly taking back words floating in the air I now fall asleep at dawn) good night” and you saw him looking directly at you. His eyes looked as if he was pleading with you, telling you how sorry he truly was, how much he missed you, how he knew he fucked up, and most of all, telling you that he still loves you with his whole heart. At that moment you immediately got up, leaving your seat. Taehyung, not wanting you to disappear from his life again, called out your name and jumped off of the stage and ran after you. You heard the ARMYs going crazy, some calling out his name, others reaching for him, and some shouting compliments at him. You ran up the stairs that lead outside of the stage area, Taehyung hot on your trail.

Once outside of the stage area you slowed down and caught your breath. Not even a minute later you heard Taehyung's deep voice from behind you.

“y/n, please, can we just talk this out?” He pleaded softly. You sighed, wiping your stray tears before turning to him. “What is there to talk about Tae? You broke my heart. I was willing and more than ready to stay with you even though you were an idol and we couldn’t spend a lot of time together. But you… you pushed me away Tae…” More tears gathered in your eyes, but you tried your best to stay strong so that he would not have to see you at your most vulnerable state. “알아요 Angel, and I’m so sorry. I… I was just scared of truly losing you. I thought that it would be better to end things so that I wouldn’t be able to hurt you. But it seems I had done the exact opposite. I hurt you so much and I’m so, so sorry y/n. I know it’s selfish of me to ask this…but please, give me one more chance. I swear I will make you happy and I won’t break your heart. So, please…just let me-” You quickly cut him off by placing your lips to his in a sweet kiss that held your answer. Taehyung immediately kissed you back, his hands making their way to your waist whilst yours wrapped around his neck.

When you both pulled away you looked at the other, pure adoration and love shone in the others eyes. You let out a light sigh, “I’ve missed you so much Taetae.” you whispered out. “저도요(me too), my Angel.” he said, placing his forehead against yours. Just as you were about to say something you heard fans from inside the stadium chanting Tae’s name. You both laughed lightly remembering where exactly the two of you were. “You better get going Big Shot.” You teased him. He scoffed, “Yeah, yeah I know.” You smiled at him, your hands going to cup his cheeks as you placed one last soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll come backstage and see you, 알았어(okay)?” He nodded. “Now get going Tiger, can’t have you being late now can we!” You winked. Taehyung laughed as he finally left your arms and turned to leave back to the stage.

You knew that since the concert had ended people would be leaving the stadium soon, so you quickly made your way to the bathrooms and locked yourself inside a stall as you waited until most everyone had left save for the members and bodyguards roaming the stadium.

You came out of the stall and made your way backstage where you knew the boys would be waiting for you. Once you finally reached backstage you saw Taehyung waiting for you outside the doors leading to the back. You ran up to him and hugged him. “Looks like someone missed me.” He teased. You rolled your eyes and huffed out, “오 쉿(oh, shh), I haven’t seen you in three years, I have every right to be this clingy right now!” Tae laughed as he pulled back slightly to place a loving kiss on your lips. You leaned into the kiss, but quickly pulled away when you heard someone clear their throat. Taehyung looked behind him and saw Namjoon, “정말 얘들 아 (really guys)? I get you both just confessed your undying love for one another again, but at least wait until we get back to the hotel to be all lovey dovey.” he tsked. You and Taehyung pulled away from each other but your hands still interlaced together as you walked into the room where the boys were.

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You and Taehyung were currently walking down the hall to the hotel room he had gotten. Lucky for the both of you, he did not have to share it with any of the other members. When he unlocked the door he held it open for you, letting you inside first. You thanked him and went inside. Tae closed the door behind him and made sure it was locked before he took his shoes off and made his way to the bed where he flopped down. You giggled at him and laid down next to the dark haired male. You turned so that you faced Taehyung and saw he was pouting at you. “What are you pouting for 아기(baby)?” you laughed out. “I wanna cuddle you.” he said, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. You smiled and climbed on top of him, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His heart was racing, showing that he was nervous to be this close and intimate with you once again after so long. Taehyung slowly and gently warped one arm around your back and the other was placed on the top of your head.

After a moment of silence you finally spoke up, “Why did you leave?” you asked quietly, picking your head up slightly so that you could look him in the eyes. You felt him stiffen from the sudden question from under you. “나는(I)...” He started, trying to find the right words. “I was just scared? I never wanted to let you go, never wanted to break up with you. But at the same time I never really felt that I was enough for you. I always felt like I could never give you what you want or what you deserved. I resorted to not calling you for those three years because I knew if I heard your voice that I would go running back to you. Truthfully I don’t even know what made me call you today. Maybe it was the fact that we came here, and I was just reminded of the times we took little tips together, or when you’d take time off of work to come with me for a couple of days when we would go on tour. Or the fact that you had moved here, and I could possibly see you. Even if the chances were slim to none, I still had hope that I would be able to see you again. Maybe talk to you about why I left, I could apologize. Honestly though, I’m still not really sure.” He paused, and you spoke up.

“Was the song you wrote… The one you guys did at the end of the concert, what was it about? Why did you write it?” You asked softly. Taehyung chuckled softly, a smile painting his face before he started to talk. “So the song was originally going to be a part of one of my own tracks, but the guys and managers liked it so much we all found a way to put it into our BE album. As to why I wrote it…”

He paused trying to form his words, and you could tell he was nervous, so you did what you knew calmed him down everytime he was nervous and you were around. You reached for one of his hands and interlaced your fingers with his bringing it up to your lips, you peppered feather light kisses all over his large hand. Tae smiled and brought your laced hands to his own lips and kissed it softly.

You could tell he was calmer than a few seconds ago, and he continued a moment later, “Well after we… you know, 헤어졌다(brokeup)…” He mumbled out, “I could never really sleep. The bed I was in felt too big for me, even after placing pillows on one side to make it seem like you were there with me, and after resorting to getting a smaller bed so I could not be able to feel your side of the bed cold, I still couldn’t sleep at all. I tried everything. A warm cup of milk, turning all of the lights off, just closing my eyes, playing jazz in the background. But nothing ever worked. So I would stay up all night, and when I went into work the next day I would be sluggish, and I would constantly be spacing out. Everytime I would space out you would appear. When I tried to get to you I would be blocked, it was like an invisible wall was keeping me from you. I would try over and over to get through the wall but no matter what I couldn’t. Then after a month I started seeing you and some guy there, I don’t know who it was, but it really hurt. I just had to stand there and endure not being able to hold you like I used to…”

He paused again and you saw tears started to roll down his cheeks. You lifted your hand that was not laced with his and wiped his tears away. “Hey, it's okay, it wasn’t real alright. After you left,” He winced at the words, “I didn’t get with anyone else. I hoped that you would come back and we could be together again.” you told him, “And it turns out I was right, even if it took us three years to find eachother again, we were brought back to one another.” you kissed his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and finally his lips. “우린 함께해야 하니까. (we're meant to be together)” Taehyung looked at you, his eyes wide but full of love and adoration purely for you.

Taehyung let go of your laced hands and cupped your cheeks, bringing you into a kiss. You immediately kissed him back. God you’ve missed this. The feeling of his lips on yours. When the both of you pulled away, you were panting and your breaths mingled together. You met Taehyung’s eyes again and you both dove right back into the kiss. One of Tae’s hands moved to the back of your head, as his tilted to the side, deepening the kiss. You felt Taehyung’s tongue as he licked your bottom lip, as if asking for permission to enter your mouth. Your lips parted immediately allowing him in. Your tongues met as he explored your mouth with his, and you explored his with yours. Your hands moved into Taehyung’s hair as the kiss got more and more lustful. Taehyung all of a sudden flipped the two of you so you were now caged under him. His arms coming to either side of your head. He looked at you, his eyes clouded over with love and lust for you. His eyes met yours, “괜찮습니까(is this okay)?” he asked. You nodded, and he started to kiss down your neck. Sucking and nipping at the skin of your neck and collar, slowly but surely moving south. Once he met the junction between your neck and shoulders he sucked harshly. You let out a light moan. Tae pulled away and admired the art that was you. Splotches of blue and red and purple covered your neck and collar. Taehyung’s hands went to the hem of your shirt and pulled it up slightly, exposing a bit of your stomach. His eyes met your own once again, you could tell he was asking if it was okay for him to continue with what he was doing. You nodded to the male above you, allowing him to continue. In a second your shirt and bra were on the floor next to the bed. Taehyung sat back and admired you from under him. “Even after years apart, you're still so 아름답다(beautiful).” he complimented softly before leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft but passionate kiss.

That night you and Taehyung made up for all of the time you had both lost. Deep passionate kisses were shared. The phrases, ‘I love you’ and ‘I missed you so much’ were said too many times to count. The love between you and Tae was shared through him finally being able to be inside you after so long. It wasn’t the rough fucks like you had, had when you were both sexually frustrated. But the long passionate love making sessions you had shared when he was gone on tour and finally returned for a small break before leaving once again.

“Tae 부탁해요(please),” you had whined out last night. Taehyung’s head had been between your thighs for much too long for you. “Tae 제발 난 그냥 널 원해(i just want you),” your hands tugged lightly on his hair, making him pick his head up. He smirked at you then moved up, placing his arms on either side of your head before dipping down and kissing your lips lovingly. Your own arms snaked their way around his neck as you held onto him. You both parted for air, then Taehyung got up from the bed and you whined, missing his warmth and touch. He dug through his suitcase and pulled out a little package wrapped in foil. “Do you seriously carry those around with you on tour!” you giggled out as he held it up with a proud smirk on his plush lips. Taehyung laughed loudly and walked back over to the bed and said, “Well I don't really wanna be cumming into a towel, so yes, I bring condoms with me when I'm on tour.” You laughed and pulled him into yet another loving and passionate kiss. This time it was cut short by Taehyung. He pulled away and ripped open the foil package and rolled the rubber out onto his member, then returned right back to you. Taehyung took it slow. He entered you with care and love, not wanting to hurt you. His thrusts were sharp, but sweet, hard, but soft. All of the emotions the two of you had missed out on those past three years finally being caught up. When Taehyung had finally spilled into the clear rubber, he stilled, his manhood still deep inside of you. Your eyes met one another, and a giddy smile spread on your lips. Taehyung smiled at you, his mouth going to meet your own. Your lips molded together as the after sex ecstasy filled both of you. You don’t remember much after that, only the part where Tae had grabbed a washcloth and whipped the both of you down. When you woke up the next morning Taehyung was still by your side. You were admittedly a little nervous to find out, your mind could have been playing a sick trick on you. But when you heard his ever so soft snores you breathed a sigh of relief. The golden warm glow of the sun had started peaking through the curtains. It made Tae look even more ethereal than he already did. You snuggled back into his chest. Taehyung groaned slightly, and shifted, his arms wrapping around your smaller frame and holding you close. God how you’ve missed this. You’ve missed holding him. His smile. His laugh. His… his everything. You’ve missed him oh so much. Both of your worlds had turned grey and it felt like you were blue. But now that you were back in each others arms, everything just felt right again. The color flowing right back to where it was supposed to be.

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Favorites Rec List 3

More of my favs -> Thanks to all these incredible writers for making my day a little better :))

Kim Namjoon

Stretch you out (@chateautae)

A little bit in love with you (@joonbo)

Mr. masseuse (@lavenjoon)

"Let me take care of you" (@mintelepathy)

Fantasies (@sweetwritertanya)

Kim Seokjin

24/7 Marriage counselor (@jimlingss)

A better grip (@jinkookspencil)

A helping hand (@jjungkookislife)

You again (@gashinabts)

Soarin' (@aquagustd)

Seokjin's ho ho ho (@yoongsisbae)

Jealous (@youtifulhobi)

Sacrifices (@justcallmenikki7)

Influence (@aquagustd)

Min Yoongi

Back burner (@yoonpobs)

Escapism (@yoonlattesworld)

Finding home (@helenazbmrskai)

Strawberry icecream (@euphoricfilter)

When I needed you (@dreamescapeswriting)

The cockpile: love birds (@httpjeon)

Crescendo (@ugh-yoongi)

Apricity (@delightfulserendipity)

Jung Hoseok

All it takes (@yoongiofmine)

Nibbling it (@jjksblackgf)

The promises we keep (@vyduan)

Your body is an artwork (@borathae)

Maybe the first, but not the last time (@euphoricfilter)

Park Jimin

Oh so reluctant (@back2bluesidex)

Pretty like you (@axigailxo)

Serendipity (@angellesword)

Blowing dandelions (@httpjeon)

All I need (@joonberriess)

Apricot (@vminity21)

Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)

Star light, star bright (@readyplayerhobi)

High school sweethearts (@choiwrites)

Taste of little (@maliby)

Cherry king (@jiminrings)

Turning to stone (@jjungkookislife)

He makes you insecure (@kookiesbuckethat)

Kim Taehyung

The art of touch (@chateautae)

Nude (@btssmutgalore)

Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)

Match made in heaven (@beenbaanbuun)

"I'll take care of you" (@guqwrvte)

Library kisses (@kwanslvr)

Jeon Jungkook

Way Back Home (@solemnreads)

Stretch you out (@chateautae)

Seven Days (@bonny-kookoo)

Jock!jungkook (@joonberriess)

Tracing your tattoos (@btsugarush)

Shades of red (@thatlongspringnight)

Pu$$y fairy (@angelguk)

Idealizations concerning real life relations (@venusiangguk)

Little blue pill (@dreamescapeswriting)

Brown eyed baby (@jeonstudios)

Superstar (@jinkookspencil)

Spicy n' sweet (@thvhoe)

The ability to fathom (@hanniwrites)

Bad omega, sweet omega (@helenazbmrskai)

"I couldn't live without you" (@jungk0oksthighs)

In my eyes (@axigailxo)

"Besties for the resties?" (@jessikahathaway)

You're leaving me (@delukoo)

Love; weakness (@akinnie75)

Bloodline (@jjkeverlast)

Greek god (@bonny-kookoo)

Size kink (@lavenjoon)

Ex on the beach (@beahae)

Off-league (@hansolmates)

Accidental roommates (@jjkeverlast)

Good girl (@bonny-kookoo)

Crazy (@kookiecrumb)

Curious boy (@jinkookspencil)

Confident (@h0neypjm)

Still perfect (@cupoftaae)

OT7

Trouvaille (@spookyserenades)

A comforting hand (@purpleyoonn)

Abundance (@angelicyoongie)

Appreciation (@vminizzle)

Reaction: faking orgasms (@dreamescapeswriting)

Mean kitty, soft kitty (@purpleyoonn)

Best of us (@bts-trash-blog)

You belong (@imnotlauriane)

(If you have any recs pls share, especially for Hobi, Jin, & Rm :))

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Guilty Pleasures ༓ jjk, kth (m) | ch. i

✑ Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.

pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, slight actor!taehyung x ceo!reader

genre/AU: angst, smut, loverstoexesto ?, unrequited love

word count: 3,328

Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, mention of gossip columns and unequal treatment of how oc is portrayed post-divorce, hint of differences between men and women in the business world, oc struggling to be professional, both care about each other and are not toxic but oc fell in love, oc has the need to groom him a little out of habit, talks about Bam, feat, Namjoon and Taehyung, and sexual content

sexual warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, desk s*x, d*rty talk, oc is on bc, handjob, swearing, making out, neck kisses, clothed s*x, impulsive s*x, light praising, growling, some minor petnames (baby, Kook), mention of threesome, recalling of past sexual events

playing: Unkiss Me

a/n: uh…this one has been in my drafts and idk its kinda angsty but I decided I will share it. Enjoy! 🥰

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From the moment he stepped into your office, Jungkook could tell every ounce of color was drained from your face. All except for your puffy red eyes that is, which he knows you've been rubbing fervently to keep your tears from rolling down your cheeks.

He doesn't blame you for it though–you're his ex-wife.

Recent ex-wife that is.

For three years the two of you masqueraded as the perfect power couple; appearing completely in love to the public eye in hopes of forming an unshakable business partnership (transaction more like). You attended charity balls together, collaborated on several work projects, and attended countless corporate functions to establish both your presence in your respective industries.

That's right, you and Jungkook were in an arranged marriage and it would have flourished into a classic love story if it wasn't for one obvious detail–you're the only one that fell in love.

Despite all the times he's called you "stunning" when you dolled up for formal events or that you "feel so good" during late-night sex, Jungkook never truly loved you. He cared about you, did his best not to intentionally hurt you, and even tried loving you back; thinking he could fall for you with time.

But the most he could ever see you as is a friend, a beautiful friend, though a friend nonetheless. He knows how much it pains you, especially after you've held out hope that he'll want you the same way someday. This one embarrasses you the most which he wishes it wouldn't.

Well, Jungkook doesn't want to trap either of you in a loveless marriage any longer. So even if it means being the center of gossip columns for a while, he's giving you a divorce so you can find the right person to share your love with.

After all, you deserve it; you both do.

Today's day one of looking at one another as exes and it's bittersweet, to say the least. The only factor that would make this worse is if children were in the equation, but there aren't any.

"Thanks for letting me swing by __," he speaks first, doing his best to conjure up a genuine smile. The black floral button-up he's wearing suits him well and his smooth chest peaking out near the collar is far too tempting, yet you know better than to let your eyes linger.

"Of course," you answer and grab a small box from behind your desk. "These are 100% yours so I wouldn't keep them from you." Jungkook takes the box of belongings from your hands with slight hesitation. You're keeping a brave front for the sake of civility and professionalism.

He doesn't blame you for that either.

As a CEO of a large multinational corporation himself, Jungkook's no stranger to the age-old philosophy that that office is no place to let your personal woes get out of hand; you have a team to lead and a reputation to uphold. The latter is proving to be harder for you than him, however, being that the media is portraying you as some kind of she-devil, spinster, or worse of all—a cheater.

Jungkook plans to personally make sure those articles get removed from the public eye before the end of the week. (Not that he'll tell you though.)

"I still could have dropped by the house to pick these up if it'd been easier. I feel bad for interrupting your work day over a couple of old books, records, and dog toys." He watches you nod silently as he vocalizes the inconvenience of it all; he really doesn't have to but he does it anyway.

"No, it's alright. You haven't been to the house since you moved out, so I thought it'd be better if we met here instead." You pause to check the time. "If there's anything you think of that you might've forgotten later, just let me know. In the meantime, I have a meeting in twenty so..."

"He misses you."

"I'm sorry?"

"Bam, I mean." Jungkook throws the box under an arm and pulls out his phone. He scrolls through his camera gallery until he gets to one particular photo of a red and tan Doberman. "He hates the new place and all he does is sulk by the door."

Your heart's already struggling to settle down from the painful reality that the man you love is leaving you, let alone being reminded of another forced separation. Bam's the closest thing to a baby that either of you ever had and he was one of the few things that bonded you and your now ex-husband together.

Being Jungkook's dog, however, he couldn't stay with you. That means no more visiting the dog park, sneaking treats behind Jungkook's back, and snuggling together in the king-size bed after a stressful day.

"I'm sure he just wants his favorite chew toy that's been held hostage at the house," you joke lightly, thinking it simpler to spin the topic. It's similar to what Jungkook does when he uses flowery language to soften the cold hard truth of your divorce; that he doesn't love you and he can't ever. "Give Bam a lot of attention for me. I miss him too."

"Of cour—shit!" When Jungkook moves to slip his phone back into his pocket he loses his balance, causing the box with his belongings to spill out on your office floor. Naturally, you kneel down to help him clean up the mess. It's not until your fingers reach for the same item and come into contact with each other that you quickly retract your hand. "Sorry, did I shock you?" He asks gently and tosses the last item into the box before standing up.

"No, you didn't." You rise to your feet as well, until you're face to face with him. This time it's closer than before. His hooded eyes stare straight into yours and you can't believe it takes being inches from his face to notice how bloodshot his eyes are. "You look exhausted. You should go home and rest Kook." The petname is out before your brain tells you to stop.

Jungkook's eyes widen, the corner of his lip subtly quirking up for the first time since the start of the conversation. "Don't worry about me __. I probably get more breaks than you do. But thanks." He briefly glances at the ticking Snoopy clock behind you, a Christmas gift he gave you as a joke last year. "You still have that?"

You look over your shoulder at the small, Snoopy-shaped digital clock on your desk. Ten minutes until your next meeting. "It's cute and it makes for a great conversation starter with clients so I guess so. If you want me to give it ba—"

"Keep it," he interrupts. "Please, it was a gift and I'd like you to have it if you enjoy it." Jungkook gnaws on his lip before continuing. "Speaking of clients and business partners, I should make myself scarce now shouldn't I?"

"Yes. I do have that meeting soon." But once he leaves, neither of you is sure when you'll see the other again aside from the odd charity event. The Annual Winter Gala in December is one that particularly comes to mind.

Most high-ranking executives like yourselves attend the function to keep up appearances and to network with other professionals. Last year, you and Jungkook were the center of attention however now that you're divorced, you fear you'll be avoided like the plague—they always preferred Jungkook over you anyway.

"You're forming a new partnership with that actor, right? Kim Taehyung? I read an inkling about it online yesterday." He also read his whole biography too. The man is equally handsome as he is altruistic and kind.

"Nothing's signed and sealed yet. I'm sure you've heard that he's gotten dozens of other offers on the table. To be honest, I'm surprised you haven't nabbed him yet."

"Yeah, we don't need...wait sorry, let me rephrase that. We aren't ready for a new partner or merger yet."

You can read between the lines despite Jungkook's correction. His company is thriving more than yours in every way, so he doesn't need the help of a third-party endorser...like you. Well, you're not doing too shabby yourself and this isn't simply about fame and fortune you want to argue.

The head poking through your door stops you from following through on that last line.

"Mrs. Jeon—shit." Your secretary Kim Namjoon screws his eyes shut at his drastic misstep. "Ms. __, Kim Taehyung called and said he'll be a bit late due to unexpected delays during his filming today. He apologizes profusely but is on his way over now. Sajangnim," he bows at Jungkook respectively.

"That's fine, Namjoon, thank you. You can send him in whenever he gets here. Mr. Jeon was just about to leave and I had the rest of my day cleared."

"Of course. I'll let him know to come in." Your secretary nods and shuts the door. Jungkook shifts between his feet once Namjoon is out of sight, a habit he's picked up that tells you he has more to say.

"Was there anything else, Mr. Jeon?" You shuffle a few files on your desk, prepping for your meeting with Taehyung. At this point, you're not even looking at Jungkook.

"Mr. Jeon? I think I prefer when you call me Kook more," he mutters, allowing his line of sight to catch a glimpse of your lips. "Can I...kiss you? Before I go."

The question knocks the wind out of your lungs and you instantly lift your head up toward him. "Kiss me?" You gulp slowly, then shake your head. "No, I'd rather we not. Goodbye kisses aren't really my thing." You couldn't be a bigger liar, evident from the sudden churning in your gut. Having Jungkook's lips on yours was the best and worst moments of your entire relationship but you have to fight yourself....your innate desires that tell you to say yes.

"Okay, I understand. What about a hug?"

"Jungkook..."

"I'm sorry, I'm pushing. Thanks again for my stuff." He gestures at the box under his arm. "I hope your meeting with Kim Taehyung goes well. Maybe I'll see you both at the next Winter Gala." He makes a beeline for the door.

"Wait!"

Jungkook stills in his tracks as he watches you stride in front of him. He's unsure what you stopped him for until your hands reach out towards his shirt collar, smoothing the delicate material down. A light smile plays on his face as you do this, though he says nothing aside from a simple 'thanks'.

"It was bothering me the whole time." You finish fixing his collar and peer up into his Bambi eyes. Out of all the potential suitors, you wish Jeon Jungkook didn't become your husband. It's not like you got to keep him or anything.

Jungkook once again flickers his gaze toward your barely parted lips. And this time, you do the same for him. Before either of you have time to back out you lean forward and kiss him.

It's a hard kiss too. Painful but so inviting that neither of you pulls away.

With his free hand, Jungkook snakes a hand around your waist to hug you close. Having his fingers pressed against the small of your back is so familiar and all you can do is deepen the kiss.

You're obviously not the only one that gets a sense of pleasure from this because, in a matter of seconds, the box from under Jungkook's arm falls to the ground. He then places his second hand on the side of your neck and jawline which you lean into, exposing the other side of your neck.

"Jungkook," you gasp when his lips attach themself to the soft skin, sucking lightly. His teeth come out and nip too. "Wait, we can't do this, we shouldn't. Taehyung, he'll be here soon."

"That would have sounded so convincing if you didn't just moan the words, baby." He walks you backward until you're forced to sit atop your mahogany desk.

"Don't call me that." You allow him to push up your pencil skirt and spread your thighs until your panties are the only material he sees. You decided to go with black lace today, his favorite now that you think about it.

"Did you—"

"No, they weren't for you."

A brief growl leaves the man's rose-tinted lips. "In that case, we don't need them." He places both hands on your hips and brings you into another kiss, messier than before. His tongue shoves between the seam of your lips to lick every crevasse he can. He hasn't kissed you like this for months and to be brutally honest, he's missed it as much as you.

Jungkook hasn't been with anyone else since marrying you either, which means he's completely adjusted to your body, your preferences, and what turns you on. The same applies to you so while he's busy shoving his tongue down your throat, you palm his half-harden bulge through his trousers.

"Mm," he groans and bucks his hips into your hand. You smile at how well you've managed to draw a response from him. With a little burst of confidence, you hastily move to unbuckle his pants. "What are you doing?" He mumbles between kisses.

You decide not to answer, preferring to reach inside his trousers to take his length out. You make sure to pump it a few times until he's fully hard. Jungkook has a gorgeous dick, and that takes a lot for you to admit.

"Fuck, that's it." He says with gritted teeth, now watching your hand as it moves up and down his cock. "Get me how you want me."

"We don't have much time." You slide your panties down your legs and spread your thighs wide apart, which makes Jungkook's eyes dilate about 10 meters. "Fuck me, please." One last time. Make love to me one last time.

"Are you sure? I don't have a condom."

"It's okay, I'm on birth control. As long as you're still clean then its fine."

"I am. I got tested recently. But are you sure you want this?"

You glance at his pulsating length, tip leaking with pre-cum, and swallow hard. "Hurry."

"Fuck, okay." Jungkook wastes not another second and guides you flat on your back, his hands resting on either side of your body. The coolness of your desk has you shiver slightly. He then urges you to raise your legs until they can wrap loosely around his slim waist. And as if second nature, you link your arms around his neck as he eases him into you. He's able to bottom out without much effort thanks to how wet you've become.

"Oh god." Your back arches off the surface of your desk as Jungkook thrusts into you. They're only practice thrusts at first to get you re-adjusted to his size, yet the pleasure zipping down your spine already has your eyes rolling up.

You shouldn't be doing this at all. Your conscious whispers to again to which you blindly dismiss. You'll enjoy it now and tomorrow, start a new—another lie you tell yourself.

"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so wonderful for me," he chants while pushing his cock in and out of you, the speed of his movements picking up to an insane rate. Jungkook never had an issue with quickies so he's likely in his element now. "You know what this reminds me of?" He cocks a smirk and kisses down your neck.

"Hm?"

"That time when we were abroad for a weekend conference. Remember when we stopped at my second office to pick up some files? You were so horny that day that you pushed me into my chair and demanded that I let you ride me. It took the wind right out of my sails to see you like that, so confident and in control." He prys apart the top button of your blouse until he can slide the material down your shoulders. He doesn't take it off completely, favoring the chance to place kisses on your newly exposed area instead.

"I was beyond stressed that day. It was the first time I had to speak at that conference and you looked so good with your freshly slicked back hair. I couldn't stop myself—oh fuck! Right there Kook, don't slow down. Please." Jungkook grunts at the use of his petname and fucks you rougher, sweat forming around his forehead as his dark hair dangles messily over his eyes.

You manage to sneak a glance at the time on your Snoopy clock between thrusts. "Shit, I need to come soon, or Kim Taehyung's never going to agree to do business with me." The man laughs and buries his head on your shoulder.

"You never know, he could be really into threesomes."

"Fuck! Don't joke about that." You claw at his back and surprise both of you with the unexpected clenching of your pussy.

"You're right, I take it back," he groans and continues to snap his hips. "Looks like he's not the one who wants a threesome after all, considering your body's response to the suggestion. You wanna ask him if he walks in?" He whispers in your ear and you're embarrassed that your cheeks burn at the thought.

Of course, Kim Taehyung was sexy and you've rehearsed to yourself dozens of times not to let yourself get any crazy ideas about him. Still, one unrequited love is enough for you; Taehyung wouldn't want a divorcee. You shake the train of thought before it has time to go any further. "Make me come, Kook. Need you to finish too. It's not just Taehyung who could walk in at any second."

Jungkook grunts and continues to thrust into you, bouncing you up and down his thick length as the desk shakes underneath you. He feels you getting closer and closer by the sporadic clenching of your walls squeezing him. A big part of him doesn't want this to end but it has to....he doesn't love you. He only wants to make you feel good before he has to say goodbye. Both of you come just before Namjoon calls your office phone, giving you a heads-up that Taehyung's about to enter your office.

Jungkook shoves his pants back on while you button up your blouse and fold over your skirt. You decided to shove your underwear in your bag with the lack of time. No one has any business digging in there anyway.

"How do I look?" You turn around to get a quick once-over from Jungkook but he's already out the door. Now the person standing in front of you is Kim Taehyung who has nothing but the most genuine smile.

"You look lovely as always Ms. __. I'm so sorry I'm late by the way. I feel terrible about it so I brought you these." Taehyung whips out a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Hope you don't mind that I did a little research on you ahead of time. I found out these have a special place in your heart."

You smile and accept the bouquet with thanks. As you set them on your desk, a messages comes through your phone. You manage to give a quick look.

Unknown Number: Sorry I had to duck so fast! I know it looked rude but Taehyung was already opening the door and you were dressed so I thought it'd be better if I left. Hope you're meeting goes well! And thanks for everything today ;) if you need anything, you have my number.

You flip your phone over and invite Taehyung to have a seat. Business is business, and you have to carry on even if your heart has completely sunk to the ground. Kim Taehyung is sweet anyway, so you'll enjoy his company.

Too bad you don't realize how much he enjoys yours as well.

a/n: so, yeah... there's a potential for our Jk to actually love oc and not realize it but either way he does care about her (despite the impulsive sex). And yes, taehyung likes oc... it's like a double unrequited love 😔 okay bye lmk what you think, thank you! 😘

Also, lmk what you think about jk in this poll!

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nexus (m) part 3

pairing: ot7 x f-reader | smut: taehyung x reader

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest

summary: accused of murdering your best friend, you team up with a vengeful detective in an effort to uncover the secrets of the family you swore your loyalty to

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 6k

warnings: explicit smut, rough penetrative unprotected sex, creampie, PRAISE KINK, degradation kink, dirty talk, lap dance, begging, petnames, some switch!tae action?, light choking, tae loves him sum ass, grinding, neediness/stuttering, oral (f), sexual tension, teasing, todays theme is LYING, manipulation, possessive behavior, mourning/fear, mentions of traumatic events, guns!, light violence/abuse, bad coping skills, drug use, obsessive themes, blackmail, gambling, psychiatric facilities and treatment **this is not realistic!!! the yandere is starting to show a lil oop, heartbreak, betrayal, but also like cute moments with tae, TWISTS AND TURNS BB this one kinda wild but not as wild as the next ones gonna be ;)

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Lost in the soft crinkling of flames, a young Jeon Jungkook hides—fearfully quivering inside his pantry. Heart racing with fear, hatred, all boiled up into his shaking hands. They had come to his house, tearing through it like it was nothing. Jungkook could merely watch as these suited men with their large guns trashed his home, breaking everything left and right while he hid, helpless. Utterly powerless.

Dad—his mind is spinning.

So he ran. Through the narrow alleys of the outer city. Stacked thing between tall, worn-down buildings—factories, apartments, grey smoke clouding the dark sky lit only by a gold shadow.

A sick feeling in his gut. A nasty premonition sending warning through his veins. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, pausing a moment to catch his breath. He couldn’t.

He couldn’t, not when sharp footsteps could be heard so near. He slipped behind a dumpster, hand pressed firmly against his chest as if it would muffle the pounding beats.

“You think you can get away with what you have done?”

Jungkook peeked out, eyes widening as he saw his father—on the ground, face covered in bruises with pure fear in his eyes. Unable to see much else. From the sounds of it, there must have been two or three others, but speaking was only one.

“I—I’m sorry” His father pressed his palms together, begging for forgiveness. Shame burned through Jungkook’s cheeks as he watched his father lay on his stomach, reaching for the shoes of the man who addressed him. “Forgive me, sir”

“Taehyung-ah” The voice addressed someone else, “Is this him?”

No response was heard. A moment passed. Seemingly, the slowest couple seconds Jungkook had ever lived.

And then there were gunshots. Jungkook shoved the side of his hand in his mouth, biting down as screams overtook him. Tears poured down his face—he couldn’t watch. He hugged his knees to his chest, sliding down the rough walls.

He heard the man spit on his father. He waited until the right moment before peering over the side one last time to see who it was.

He didn’t recognize the man. It was too dark to see his face but there was a vicious hate in his eyes. An anger that elicited fear from any who saw. His eyes diverted then to a younger boy by his side, trembling as he clung to the man’s sleeve.

“Hyung stop, please” The boy, clearly traumatized, was balling. “Let’s go home hyung”

The man smirked, dusting himself off before he lifted the younger boy into his arms, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Yes, let’s go home now, Taehyung”

The precinct was dimly lit. A sickly sheen reflecting from grimy tiled floors, walls with peeling paint, haphazard desks, stacks of manilla files. At this late hour, only a few officers remained, the stench of tobacco making your nose scrunch.

Jungkook ignored their disrespectful ogles. That Jeon, lucky fucker—pretty girl in cuffs tonight. He hovered his palm over the small of your back as though he were shielding you from their judgement.

You didn’t want his protection.

The interrogation room had a deadening silence. Your mind scrambling, attempting to piece together your next play. Your next lie.

A large, mirrored wall stared back at you—face to face with your opponent for the night. Could you keep it together? Or would you let Jin tear you apart from beyond the grave?

Jungkook’s fingers danced on the back of your neck, making you shudder. Unconsciously you arced your back to his touch, shocks down your spine as he unclipped your choker. He held it in his palm for a moment. The annoyed look in those dark eyes of his, as his fingers traced over the diamonds.

“Are these real?” You knew your answer would only piss him off, so you said nothing. Instead he took a seat across from you. A small pile of documents in front of him.

In front of you was a small machine. A polygraph. Jungkook placed the sensors on the inside of your wrist, ignoring the way you trembled at his cold touch. He was being careful. Your tears had the effect you had hoped. You could tell. His small gestures—your sadness made him uncomfortable. Stepping away, he observed you carefully.

“Did you know Jin was seeing someone?”

Typical Jeon Jungkook, you mused. To the point. No bullshit. Except you weren’t prepared. His questionrang in your ears. He was seeing someone.

“I didn’t” You said it, because it was true. Thinking back to the night. The kiss that had been years in the making. The kind of thing that inspired song—filled childish dreams. The kiss that wakes the princess up from a poison slumber. Instead, Jin’s kiss pulled you into his nightmare.

Jungkook bit back a smirk.

“Who?” Your voice was embarrassingly hoarse. Jealousy lacing every word.

You knew Jungkook must be enjoying watching you suffer. You’d be damned if you’d give him the satisfaction. Your nails were digging into your palms—the pain distracting from the pulsing hopelessness beating through your veins.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

This was a game. It had to be. You didn’t know how—you didn’t know why. Somehow Jin was still fucking with you. Would he really have hidden something like that from you? A relationship. Had he loved them? Had he loved you? He said he did. Over and over and over again. You wondered if the meaning had faded.

Jungkook motioned to the document, “Namjoon didn’t want to force you into this marriage. Seokjin signed over Kim Enterprises to Namjoon in exchange for a promise of your engagement to Kim Taehyung, as well as control of Nexus—which is your mother’s company—right?”

The trick in poker, Jin had said—never let them know what you’re thinking.

Use pain. Focus on the most painful sensation in your body. It wipes your face of your real thoughts.

“I did not” The polygraph twitched.

“Interesting. Because all of these things combined give you a lot of motive to want Seokjin gone” Jungkook finally took a seat in front of you. “I wouldn’t blame you. They ruined my life too. Stole everything from me”

You stayed quiet. Jungkook was a new opponent. You weren’t familiar with how he played, yet.

“They killed my dad, ten years ago. Your mom disappeared too, didn’t she?”

Ten years ago. No bodies were found. No deaths declared. No explanation nor closure. Jin was there for you then, arms wide open to accept you in. Later the same year, Taehyung was sent away. You moved in immediately. You never asked why. You assumed it was what your mother would have wanted. The Kim’s took care of you, nursed you back to life. Jin, especially. He had always loved you so much.

Jin was seeing someone.

“Ever wondered what really happened to her?”

Your eyes were watery. Red with anger. You stared at him with hatred seething through your teeth.

“I know what happened to her”

The polygraph twitched. Jungkook grinned.

“Maybe we can help each other out then”

“Hi princess”

Jungkook released you shortly after. Walking out of the precinct, hands rubbing against the raw imprints of the cuffs, you saw a white sports car. Standing by the door with a dozen roses in his hand, was Taehyung.

Smiling softly, he welcomed you. He really was extremely attractive, eyes so magnetic you simply couldn’t look away. Pulling you into his space. He gave you a light hug—respectful yet comforting.

Jin died. He’s dead. “I need to go home,”

He pressed a finger to your lips. “I know” Is all he said. His eyes sparkled as he let his lips graze your forehead. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through”

Your heart pulsed. Taehyung had always been selfless. You crumbled into his kindness. Resting your face against his chest. Alone—the ungodly hour. The parking lot of the precinct. The faint sound of crows on the horizon.

“I missed you” He exhaled, meeting your gaze. “You have no idea how bad I missed you, princess”

The petname stung. You wondered if it always would. For Taehyung, you were his princess. For you, you were Jin’s. His princess, his love, his everything.

Because Taehyung hadn’t been here. He left you.

“If you missed me, why didn’t you just come home?” Your voice was shaking. “You never called. Never wrote. You even missed the funeral”

Taehyung let the roses fall from his hand. Gently he stroked your back, swaying your body side to side.

“I promise I will tell you everything, but right now just let me hold you”

The moment retreated into silence. Nothing but the slight swing of your hips. Taehyung’s hands explored your back, stroking you gently. His steady heartbeat lulling you into a sense of ease. He kissed the top of your head, humming softly.

After some time, Taehyung cupped your cheek. You looked at him questioningly.

“Let’s get you home”

Yoongi arrived in the precinct the next morning. His eyes crusty, dark circles from the night he lay away—in front of his computer digging for the truth. He was obsessed. It occurred to him how pathetic he was being. An ex-boyfriend trying to prove his girlfriend’s fiancée was no good. He couldn’t help it. He wasn’t ready to let you go.

From his understanding, Park Jimin was a practicing psychologist. His age matched Taehyung’s—meaning the plausibility of Taehyung simply going under an alias was still there. He had no way to connect Park Jimin to the Kim family—at least not publicly.

But Yoongi had seen one too many serial killer movies. He thought of how brilliant it could be for someone to kill the only living person who knew what Kim Taehyung looked like to take his place. Whether he was right or not, he needed you to be safe. You were currently off with this man doing who knows what—the thought alone disgusted him.

He wanted to tear all the tiny fingers off that wretched heir. He wanted to burn him into the ground.

“Min Yoongi” The detective arrived in the room where he sat, anxiously tapping his foot against the floor. “You wanted to see me?”

“Hi sir—yes, you’re Jeon Jungkook right? The detective investigating Kim Seokjin’s murder?”

Jungkook nodded slightly.

“I was wondering if you had information on Kim Taehyung” Yoongi gulped, pulling out his phone. He slid it over to Jungkook who looked at the screen skeptically. “That man—that’s Park Jimin. But—” His voice was a stuttering mess. But Jungkook deduced what he was trying to say.

“This is Kim Taehyung” Jungkook grumbled. “Interesting”

“I couldn’t find a connection. I was hoping maybe you would be able to use police resources to see? I’m just worried. He could be Jin’s killer”

Jungkook took a seat, pulling out his laptop. After scrolling for some time he paused. Chewing his lip.

“Who else have you told about this?”

Yoongi shook his head. “N-no one, I noticed it yesterday. He has a tattoo that I don’t think he should have if he was really Kim Taehyung because Taehyung wasn’t there when his mom died and Y/n said that—”

Jungkook held his hand up, “Breathe” He instructed firmly. Yoongi gasped. His palms were sweaty. Eyes quivering. “Y/n—are you a friend of hers?”

Yoongi’s movements stilled. “Um, kindof.”

“Ah, so you were fucking her” Jungkook folded his arms over his chest. “So you had motive”

Yoongi huffed, “I wouldn’t be here if I had something to hide”

Jungkook hummed in agreement. “Well Min Yoongi…looks like you might be onto something. Park Jimin was a registered patient at the Children’s Correctional Clinic ten years ago. That’s when Taehyung left—isn’t it? It looks like they must have altered his identity to protect their family or something”

“I see…that makes sense, I guess.”

“Don’t poke holes, these guys don’t play around Yoongi” Jungkook warned, shutting his laptop. “They do stuff like this all the time. Digging will only put you on their radar.”

Yoongi nodded, thanking him for his time. He hopped into his car—googling Children’s Correctional Clinic on his phone.

He called the number.

“Namjoon” Hobi emerged from his room, nothing but a fluffy blue robe adorning his figure. Outside the window, the late morning sunrays of Paris glimmered through into the penthouse. Hobi never stayed in one place too long, but he made enough to have multiple permanent homes. He preferred the consistency. He had lots of things he liked to collect—he was a hoarder, if you will. “I cannot keep harboring a fugitive”

Namjoon sat at the piano, glasses on the rim of his nose, staring at the document in his hand. “You knew about this—and you didn’t tell me?” His hand was shaking.

In his hands was his mother’s will.

In his hands, was all he ever dreamed.

“He wasn’t exactly eager to share the information” Hoseok sighed, walking up to Namjoon. He curled his fingers around his shoulders, massaging him gently. “Took some persuading—God, you’re so stiff you need to relax. Stress looks horrible on you, Joonie”

Stepping away, Hoseok slid open a mini decorative jar, studded with little jewels. Inside was a small bout of white power. Taking the matching little spoon he poured a little bit out onto a tray. Reaching into his robe’s pockets, he pulled out a crisp hundred dollar bill. Rolling it up, he inhaled the powder quickly. “You want some?”

Namjoon ignored him, simply too stunned to react.

“Jin never got the company. I just never knew because he went to the will hearing while I,”

Hobi gave him a knowing look, “You need to forgive yourself. God knows she’s moved on. Honestly she’s better off for it, she’s killing it now”

Namjoon winced, recalling what he had done to you that night. It had all been for nothing—him crushing your spirit. The dirty deals he made with his brother the very next day, signing away things that were rightfully his—rightfully yours—without even realizing.

There could have been a different story. He could have gone to the will hearing. He could have had more faith in himself instead of stopping so low he needed to hurt Jin before he even had a reason. Maybe you would still like him. He would have learned to love you back. Maybe things could have been simple.

“He tricked all of us”

“That’s Seokjin for ya” Hobi sighed, walking over to the wall. It was decorated with a line of automatic rifles. No bullets, of course, but he liked to show off his collection. Reaching, he dismantled one. A personal favorite. A gift. Toying with the weapon in his hand, he smirked, “Greedy little fucker, that one. But Joonie I gotta ask, and you know I support you no matter what” He turned again. “Was it you? Did you kill your brother?”

Namjoon sighed.

“I don’t remember. But yeah, it’s possible”

The man at the clinic handed Yoongi a box. “These are all of our visitor logs from ten years ago. Hopefully that helps”

Thanking him, Yoongi immediately began digging through the files. He scanned the names of the visitors—until his eyes narrowed down—Kim Seokjin. So, he had been here.

Tracing the row with his finger, he noticed the patient Jin had come to see—patient ID 1230. Setting it aside, he pulled out another stack of files—room assignments. He located the patient ID, registered under KTH. Kim Taehyung. His roommate was patient 1013.

“Excuse me, do you know who I should talk to if I am trying to find someone who was admitted here?” Yoongi called out to the receptionist.

“Usually patient files are confidential, sir. But when most of our patients grow too old for our facility, they get transferred to another luxury facility, The Rose House.

“Perfect, thank you so much”

Everything reminded you of him.

The same steps you used to fall down. He’d reach out his hand, pull you up, not letting go until you’d stop crying. Your room—the doorway in which he would come in, leaning against the frame as he would ask you about your day. His room, where you would sneak into at night, snacks in your hand, getting high under the stars.

The bathroom where you stared at your own face. Instead, you saw him. Smiling. As he would place the choker around your neck. I got you this. Happy birthday, princess. Diamonds suit you. You gasped—turning the sink on. Letting it fill to the rim. You ducked your head down, letting the cool sensation cover your face.

You held your breath.

You won’t lose me, ever.

This was all your fault. Wasn’t it?

“Y/n!”

Dizzy—you blinked as a hand pulled you back. It was Taehyung, eyes quivering with worry.

“What the fuck” He mumbled, grabbing a towel, and wiping your face. You sighed, helplessly. The last thing you wanted was a confrontation. It was just something you liked to do—it helped you clear your mind. God knows what Taehyung thought he was walking in on.

Taehyung stared at you, dabbing your wet skin.

“You’re hurting” He said quietly. “I can see it in your eyes”

Stopping his movements, you shook your head. “I’m alright, Taehyung. Go back to sleep”

Taehyung pouted. You smiled immediately, remembering how bratty he used to be. He would hate seeing you sad—always wanting to see you smile.

“I honestly can’t sleep” He confessed, setting the towel aside. “It feels strange, being back”

You understood. Ten years was a long time—specifically to be the age Taehyung had been gone for. He was a little kid, and now he was a man. If you had met him on the street you probably wouldn’t have even recognized him.

“Do you wanna sleep in my room? I don’t really mind. It’s pretty fucking big” You chuckled. Taehyung gave an eager smile, nodding quickly.

“That would be great, noona” You scrunched your nose in distaste. Taehyung giggled. “No? No noona? Alright I’ll just stick to princess Y/n” He poked you playfully.

You rolled your eyes, pinching his cheek fondly.

Guns. Guards. Yoongi shuddered nervously as he stared at the facility gate. It looked less like a hospital, more like a resort. He would expect nothing less for the Kim prince.

“I’m here to see Kim Taehyung” The words left his mouth before he could even process them.

“Right this way” Yoongi exhaled in relief. He followed the receptionist into the space. Palm trees all around. A group doing yoga. Another painting flowers. Some people simply meditating on their own.

Not a bad set up. Yoongi mused.

“Mr. Kim isn’t in this wing” The receptionist noticed Yoongi looking around, confused. “We keep extreme cases in the basement”

The basement. He followed the receptionist down a dark series of stairs. Opening the door, he squinted. The white light was nauseating. Slick like a hospital, nurses scurrying about. The rooms were glass. Walls plain.

Just looking at it made him feel crazy.

“Don’t worry, they can’t see you” Yoongi stared at the patients, each in their own space, some crying, some screaming, some staring aimlessly into space. “They’re treated well. Get to go outside, supervised, at scheduled times. They eat, sleep. See their doctor. All from rich families so, money serves them good”

They halted at the end of the hall. Yoongi peered into the room. A man sat on the bed, legs crossed casually, reading a book.

Yoongi’s eyes widened. The resemblance to his mother was uncanny.

“Buzz if you need anything” The receptionist walked away. Gulping, Yoongi carefully opened the door.

The man’s eyes shifted in his direction. Carefully he set the book down.

“T-Taehyung?”

He stared at Yoongi for a while. As though he was trying to figure out who he was. Finally, a smile crawled onto his face.

“Ding ding ding” His grin widened, “We have a winner”

You stared at yourself in the mirror. Fingers tracing the lacey ends of the stockings as you pulled them up to the top of your thighs. The small floral pattern, dainty and delicately crafted, fit for an angel.

Your lips quivered at the irony.

Jin had bought it for you. Jin had bought a lot of things for you. Gifts or on request. He never denied you of anything material thing you could ever want.

The bathroom was cold, as the stocking did little to subdue the goosebumps running up and down your legs. You shivered, reaching for your lip gloss—the final touches.

Taking a deep breath, you exited the bathroom. Your long white stilettos knocking against the tile. There was less light in the room, only the dim halo from your bedside lamp.

Taehyung sat on the bed, thighs spread, leaning back against his wrists—waiting for you, patiently. He suggested a nice dinner. The two of you had gotten to know each other a little better. From what you could gather he was very observant. A great listener, and an amazing person to get comfort from.

“You look…amazing” Of course—that had been your intention. Taehyung wanted to talk—but you were tired of talking. He made you feel good. He made you feel seen.

Taehyung himself looked delectable—white shirt tucked into tight black jeans. Approaching him you ran your fingers through his hair.

“You clean up real nice yourself”

He traced the strap on your shoulder. You could see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. Your hands glazed over his thighs before you slid to your knees.

“Wait what are you—”

You flattened your palms, running them across his legs as you blinked at him innocently. His breath quickened, watching in awe as you stood up again, crawling into his lap.

“Something wrong?” One by one you popped his buttons open, not letting your eyes leave his. Your fingernails scraped against his chest, making him hiss.

“Princess” He warned, still not moving. You unzipped his jeans, hooking a finger into his belt loop before sliding back down to your knees—taking his pants with you. You kissed the tops of his knees, travelling up his thighs as he shuddered.

Your fingers fanned out over his bulge. Taehyung cursed inwardly. You wanted to put on a show for him. Wanted him to need you so bad he couldn’t take it. Because you wanted him. Wanted to feel him everywhere. Taehyung leaned forward suddenly, tilting your face up. Thumb tracing your lip. You stuck your tongue out, wrapping his thumb in between your glossy lips.

He watched you suck on his thumb obscenely.

“Stop” His voice was stern. He was not fucking around. He looked serious in a way that gave you chills. “We shouldn’t”

You released him. You were tired of being told no. What was the point of all the wealth—all the luxury—if you couldn’t have what you wanted? Was it so wrong—was it so fucking wrong for you to want to sleep with your fiancée? The man that your lover was forcing you to marry—the man who you barely knew?

“Please” You pressed your chest against his, pulling his face into your neck. His nose traced your jaw as he inhaled sharply. Hands finding your lower back.

“Please fuck me” Your lips dragged against his ear, making him shudder. Voice barely above a whisper. Seductive—as you rolled your hips teasingly.

You asked so nicely, there was no way he would say no.

A low growl left Taehyung’s lips. He immediately stood up, lifting you by your thighs. He tossed you down onto the bed, quickly climbing over your frame. Vicious—desperate—his lips found yours, tugging at them. Tongue piercing through, swallowing you in. His fingers gripping your legs, pulling them apart, nails digging into your flesh as he slotted himself where he wanted.

“You bitch” He breathed out, rolling his hard cock against you. “Such a fucking tease”

You mewled, wrapping your legs around him. The friction sending shocks through you. His touch was electric, grabbing handfuls of your ass as his lips slanted across your jaw. He scented all over your neck, nipping your skin.

“Here I am trying to be so good to you, but you’re such a little slut” You cradled his head against you, moaning out as he nibbled your ear. Heat pulsed through your chest, down between your legs.

“Yeah I am. And what are you gonna do about it?” You smiled against him, knowing he could feel it. You arced your back, allowing him to unzip your little dress. He slid it off you in a swift motion, tossing it aside.

Hovering over you, his eyes scanned over your body—licking his lips. His fingers traced your panties, slipping inside briefly. He grinned watching you blush—your wetness leaking against the flick of his finger.

“So wet for me. So needy—fuck” Immediately he climbed back over you, latching his lips to your chest. He kissed you all over—mouth open wide, sucking and tugging at your flesh. You gasped—legs failing in the air as he continued to trail his kisses down your stomach. Dragging your panties to your knees, he pressed his nose between your legs. Heat burned through your face.

You reached for him, grabbing a handful of his hair. He carefully licked your throbbing folds. Twitches overtook your body as he drank you up. Tongue slipping deep inside you. His fingers tracing your stockings, holding your thighs up over his shoulders.

“T-taehyung” You screamed, gasping loudly as pleasure seized every fiber of you. Abruptly he pulled away, causing you to whimper.

“Don’t” He gritted his teeth, “Don’t call me that”

You gulped, “What do you want me to call you?”

Taehyung seemed to ponder it for a while. “Anything just—not my name”

You would have questioned it more, except he shed his boxers. His cock eager for you. He towered over you, aggressively jerking along his length. You propped yourself up, licking the tip cautiously.

Your panties painfully jut into your thighs, but Taehyung lined his cock up with your folds. He let a glob of spit fall onto your clit before rubbing it all over. You panted heavily, sweat collecting on your forehead. Eyes clenching shut as you felt his tip burn into you.

“Look at me” Taehyung growled, reaching for your neck. He gripped it tightly, forcing you to watch as he pushed his length in.

“F-fuck” Your eyes rolled back. Pain shot through you, your legs trapped. Taehyung didn’t care. He groaned loudly, hissing curses as he bottomed out. Without another thought, he began to pummel into you. The slippery noises making you dizzy with need. His fingers wrapping fully around your neck, nose brushing against yours. The bed creaked under you. His cock twitching as he fucked. In and out. Hitting you deep in your core.

“Princess” He sighed loudly, lost in the sensation of your tight cunt, squeezing him for all he was worth “You don’t know h-how much I wanted this—how bad I prayed for this, Y/n—I always wanted you so bad. So bad”

His words sputtering as he began to pump you even faster. “Wanna fuck you all the time. Want you so bad princess—this is all I want. Wanna cum inside you, make you all mine—fuck—you’re all mine princess, you always were”

Wet skin echoed through the room. The feeling of his cock filling you up just right. Sutffing you deep before he’d slam his hips, fucking into you again.

“You wanted me to take you like this, just always looking so pretty to fuck—that pretty little dress you had on—your little games—just wanted my fat cock in this little cunt didn’t you? Didn’t you princess?”

He chuckled, tightening his grip on your neck. “Dressing up pretty for me. Begging for my cum. Go on, beg for it princess. Tell me what you want” Releasing his grip you gasped for air.

“Please cum inside me baby” You traced his face fondly, “You feel so good”

Taehyung smiled wickedly, “Yeah? Huh? You like this?”

You nodded, kissing him deep. “I love it baby” Taehyung’s hips jerked.

“Yeah you do. Fuck.” He sped up, eyes rolling back in pleasure “Take it. Take my cum—fuck—gonna fuck you so deep”

You moaned against his lips. He shuddered, grabbing your hips as he spilled inside you. Panting heavily, he buried his face in your chest. You too were out of breath, twitching with pleasure.

Taehyung kissed your shoulders, staying nestled inside your warm folds. He rolled over, holding you close. “You’re amazing” He sighed before kissing your lips again—this time soft, sweet. “You’re everything I dreamed of”

You smiled weakly. “That was really good Taehyung” You noticed him flinch at his name. “Thank you”

Taehyung kissed your cheek. “I can’t say no to you” His breath steadied, Pausing for a moment, he continued. “But we should have waited. You’re going through a lot. Now, I’ve loved you for a long time, I thought about you every day I was gone. But for you, this is sudden. This is fast. I understand that” He gazed at you as though you were so incredible, so precious, it made your heart melt.

“You were being forced to marry me” He cleared his throat, tracing your lips, “But I want you to want me. Want you to love me like I’ve spent the last ten years loving you”

What you had felt for Jin—it was strong. Overwhelming. Made you want to fall to your knees in defeat.

But Taehyung was here. He was the calm in the storm. The two of you were connected. And at the end of the day,

Jin was dead.

And you didn’t want to hurt anymore.

Yoongi couldn’t even believe his eyes. He sat at the foot of Taehyung’s bed after explaining who he was, watching as the heir flipped to the back of his book. There was a section carved out—filled to the brim with small white pills.

“They were drugging me. To keep me here”

“Oh my god” What the hell did he just get himself into? Yoongi thought about the test he could be studying for instead of acting like a maniac. It was your fault. You made him like this. He would only do these things for you.

Taehyung shrugged “Figured it out, eventually...so I stopped taking the pills”

Yoongi didn’t know what to say. Ten years. The thought alone creeped him out. Being trapped in a place like this. The kind of trauma this would cause a person—it was beyond cruel. They might as well have killed him off.

“Why?”

Taehyung blinked blandly. “I saw something I shouldn’t have. So they sent me away. Convinced me it wasn’t real”

Yoongi felt queasy. He knew the Kim family was fucked up—but this was bizarre, even for him. “I’m so sorry” Truly, he didn’t know what else to say.

Taehyung scoffed, “Few years ago, Dr. Park got assigned to me per my guardian’s request. Put me on new meds—the wrong meds”

A few years ago—Yoongi pondered, maybe around when Chairwoman Kim died? Could Jin have orchestrated all of this? Yoongi wouldn’t put it past the lying bastard.

“I guess using whatever you’ve told him, Dr. Park convinced everyone that he’s you” Yoongi confessed. Taehyung didn’t react. “He stood in for you at your engagement”

“Engagement?” Taehyung tilted his head. Did he not even know?

“To Y/n”

The name made his eyes widen. The book fell from his hands. Pills scattered everywhere. Still. Motionless, he stared at nothing.

“Sir” Jungkook groaned as an officer approached him. He hated being interrupted when he was focusing. He hadn’t heard from you—he wondered if you had considered his offer. Together he was certain he could tear the Kim family to pieces. They deserved nothing less, not after what they did to him, you, and who knows how many others. In his pocket was your diamond choker. His fingers traced the rough edges of the jewels.

“What?”

“Min Yoongi is here again to see you” Jungkook groaned, rolling his eyes. The last thing he needed was to waste time on a jealous ex-boyfriend of yours and his conspiracy theories.

Jungkook walked out towards the interrogation room. Stepping inside, he immediately noticed the another man. Tall, extremely handsome, messy black hair and sickly pale skin. Eyes thin, sinister. A face somewhere between bored and amused, Jungkook couldn’t quite tell.

Jungkook shifted his gaze to Yoongi, unphased. “What now Mr. Min?”

“Detective Jeon. Meet Kim Taehyung”

Jungkook inhaled as Yoongi went on to explain how he tracked the young heir down. He watched the man carefully. The man stared at him right back. He felt something tight in his throat.

It was a power play. The man was unwavering, but Jungkook wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. So we meet again Kim Taehyung. It’s been a while.

When Yoongi finished his story, Jungkook simply shrugged “Prove it”

The man smirked, eyes dropping, scanning Jungkook’s figure up and down with intrigue.

“I know who killed your daddy”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows in surprise. Jungkook continued to glare at him, fists clenching. He did bear the resemblance. The twisted look in his eyes was a classic Kim trait after all.

Jungkook rolled his tongue in his cheek. This isn’t good.

“Yoongi, you and Taehyung stay here. I want you both under police protection. I will go get Y/n and make sure she is safe. Then we will figure out how to prove all this and arrest Park Jimin. Maybe he’s connected to the murder, maybe he isn’t”

Yoongi gave Jungkook a look. Taehyung tilted his head. “What murder?”

Oh. Jungkook tapped his finger against the table lightly. “Your brother—Kim Seokjin, was murdered”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched. “Hyung? He’s dead?”

Both Yoongi and Jungkook stared at him, unsure how to proceed. “Yeah, and right now the evidence points at Y/n—but I don’t really believe she is responsible”

Taehyung cleared his throat, “What about Namjoon? He’s alive isn’t he?”

Jungkook nodded and Taehyung let out a sigh of relief.

“You do know” Yoongi started, “That your mother is dead—right?”

Taehyung’s face fell. Jungkook glared at Yoongi, who bit his tongue. Idiot.

“I didn’t know that” Taehyung exhaled slowly. Blinking a few times, he looked up at Jungkook. “Take us with you. She won’t believe you otherwise”

Jungkook frowned slightly. He pondered a moment. The last thing he wanted to do was spend another second in proximity with a man that witnessed his father’s murder. The man who pointed his finger and caused it. But he had to be careful. He had to think smart.

“Fine”

Waking up in Taehyung’s arms was a dream. You felt light—weightless and free. He smelled like heaven, his warm body radiating onto you. Staring at his face, you observed his features closely. His eyelashes, his adorable nose, pouty lips. You remembered how he had a little spot on his face. Tilting his head to the side you searched for it.

Hm. You pursed your lips when you didn’t see it. Maybe he was still wearing some makeup. Taking his hand in yours, you began to kiss the pads of his fingers.

You saw his tattoo. Weird. You remembered Namjoon and Jin going together to get their family crest ingrained on their bodies. It had been a melancholy moment. A healing moment where you began to wonder if those two brothers could find love in each other ever again.

Maybe Taehyung got it when he was gone. He never did tell you why he never came back when his mom died.

You wondered if Jin would go visit him.

Jin.

Your heart began to sink into a deep pit. The screams came back to your ears.

“Fuck you—you liar” You screamed, hands trembling around the gun.

“Stop acting so innocent Y/n” Jin snapped, “You think I don’t know what you’ve been up to?”

You froze.

Jin let out a shaky breath, face red with anger “I was trying to protect you. That’s all I’ve ever tried to do” He stepped closer. Closer. And closer. Until you could feel him. Feel the betrayal in his eyes. The gun slipped from your hands.

“You would have taken everything I had” You growled. “You lying piece of shit”

“You don’t understand—Nexus is dangerous. You shouldn’t be anywhere near it”

“That’s not for you to decide!”

Jin slapped you clean across the face. Your jaw dropped, the pain stinging from impact—deeper in your chest when you processed what he had done.

“That’s enough” A deep voice cut through. A wave of relief crashing over you. Footsteps neared—they were hurried, angry. You shut your eyes.

Something shattered. Your eyes opened. In front of you a man stood, raging. Jin was on the floor, blood on his eye. Jin laughed.

“Nice of you to join us, Hoseok”

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a/n: get ready bc the next part is jimin's pov baby ;) send your theories! would love to know what yall think <3 (begs for feedback)

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

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☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)

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☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification

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☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

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☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex

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☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

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☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

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☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting

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☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge

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☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy

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☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming

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☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

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☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

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☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun

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☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie

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☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!

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☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink

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peachypinkygloss · 7 months

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❝𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑❞ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ᥫ᭡.

Boys come and go, but not men. Men stay. They stick. They obsess. a peachypinkygloss' 1 year anniversary special.

rated 18+. minors do not interact. every fiction down below has dark and unethical characters. do not read if uncomfortable/triggered. *no taglist.

"all your glory,"

dior girl ✰ park jimin

Park Jimin is one of a kind. When he wants something, he gets it, no matter how hard it can be. He's not scared to get his hands dirty. If he had any morals, maybe he'd consider his obsession with you getting out of hands. But this man has absolutely no morals.

୨୧ PAIRING. designer!jimin x model!reader

୨୧ GENRE. strangers to lovers, age gap (21 & 38), hard dom!jimin, smut, angst

posted on 09/16/23.

"you like your girls insane,"

secret diary ✰ kim taehyung

A passionate artist, a caring father, a honest and loving man. You first thought you were the insane one for wanting Taehyung all to yourself until he showed you his true colours and how wicked and unhinged his obsession for you has grown to be.

୨୧ PAIRING. dilf!taehyung x babysitter!reader

୨୧ GENRE. dilf au, age gap (23 & 37), dom!taehyung, single dad!taehyung, smut, angst

coming soon...

"and for you i keep my legs apart,"

adultery ✰ jeon jungkook

You were already feeling guilty for messing with a married man, so you didn't need him to confess his unacceptable and lewd feelings for you. Especially when he categorically refuses no for an answer.

୨୧ PAIRING. ceo!jungkook x university student!reader

୨୧ GENRE. infidelity au, age gap (25 & 31), mean dom!jungkook, smut, angst

coming soon...

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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BTS Makne Line's

Panty Competition

(A "Choose Your Own Adventure" fic)

INTRO & MASTERLIST

pairings: collegestudent!jungkook x reader, collegestudent!taehyung x reader, collegestudent!jimin x reader

summary: You find a collection of lingerie hanging from Jungkook's bedpost and learn that he made a peculiar bet with his two college buddies. Why not join in on the fun?

warnings vary per version. all contain smut (18+)

word counts vary per version. (~2K each)

tags: friends to lovers, college au, fluff and smut

a/n: at the bottom of the intro, please select which member you'd like to spend the night with!

You've noticed something weird about your roommate's headboard. There's an accumulation of...women's lingerie hanging from Jungkook's bedpost.

Upon spotting it, you immediately come closer to investigate. You're unsure as to whether or not to touch it, but you conclude that you shouldn't, given the context.

There are plenty of possibilities here. He could be a secret drag queen. You can imagine him now, dressed up as the most dramatic, fish-faced queen you've ever seen. Watching him strut in a nine-inch heel would be quite the sight to behold.

But, alas, that would require that he own the same size of panties for each pair. Judging from the range of sizes, it couldn't be that he's secretly performing drag on the weekends.

The obvious hits you. He's a panty-thief! Jungkook would be the type to sneak into the community laundromat and steal pairs of underwear from nice young ladies' loads. Yes, of course! How could you have missed it before? He's always sneaking about and acting susp–

"Whatareyoudoing?"

The lights flash on.

Jungkook scrambles to grab his collection from the bedpost and block you from his bed. "Y/N, don't touch those…" he shoots you a dirty look.

Now, you're confused. "Uh! Wait. So you're the perv here and you're telling me to get away from your stash of women's underwear that you chose to hang casually on your bedpost?"

"Yes." Jungkook starkly replies. "You don't know whose they are. I know whose they are." He carefully folds them in his hands and sets them down. "Besides, it's none of your business."

He's kind of right.

Jungkook is an adult and as far as you can tell, he hasn't brought anyone over while you were still at the apartment. That's respect.

However, you still think you're owed an explanation. "Well, then…tell me. Why do you have a collection of women's lingerie hanging from your bedpost, Mr.Jeon?"

"I'm glad you asked first! Damn!" He huffs, frustrated. "It's for a bet that me, Taehyung, and Jimin have going on. Whoever has the most one night stands over spring break wins."

That explains a fuck ton. "Oh! Ohhh…wait, so what's keeping you from just stealing my underwear and declaring victory, then?"

"Uhh, I don't know, human decency?!" Jungkook snaps. "The thing that you lack?"

You furrow your eyebrows. That was mean. You were only curious. "Well, if that's the case…"

CHOOSE YOUR MEMBER:

• JUNGKOOK'S VERSION

• TAEHYUNG'S VERSION

• JIMIN'S VERSION (currently writing...)

☆ BONUS (Coming Soon)

permatag gang gang: @kooliv , @koobsessed , @angelwonie , @carolynanderson , @hoseokgrecns , @bangsterz , @swyseren , @sxtaep , @koostarcandy , @hgema , @jjkeverlast , @armys-dna , and @nglmrk

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curryshesus · 5 months

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bts fics that radiate sheer utter brilliance

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 1

hello, hello! please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did <3 note: all of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni please). enjoy!

➺ the road to you - by @bonvoyagenoona

| ot7 x reader (tae focus) | 110k

au of all aus, best friend!taehyung, high school boyfriend!jimin, professor!yoongi, college boyfriend!jungkook, art enthusiast and city heartthrob!namjoon, barista!hobi, actor!jin, angst, fluff, smut, series

>>summary: "armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. you’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. this is usually when you thrive. so why do you feel so lost? and who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?"

➺ matilda - by @babystrcandy

| yoongi x reader | 141.8k

brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, min yoongi, came into your life. you both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. but with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true."

➺ bitchin' - by @kinktae

| jungkook x reader | 49.5k

1980’s au, inspired by to all the boys i’ve loved before, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook, smut, series

>> summary: "the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook."

➺ flower - by @readyplayerhobi

| hoseok x reader |

online dating au, fluff, future angst, future smut, series

>> summary: "you finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the flower dating app. one of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. what happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

➺ suncity - by @jamaisjoons

| hoseok x reader | 17k

strangers to lovers au, vacation au, angst, fluff, smut, oneshot

>> summary: "when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him."

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

| jungkook x reader | 40.9k

fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc, s2l, fwb, smut, angst, oneshot

>> summary: "jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return."

➺ peach parfait - by @jamaisjoons

| seokjin x reader | 19k

enemies to lovers au, fluff, smut, slight angst, two parts

>> summary: "you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts."

➺ tell me no lies - by @jeongi

| jungkook x reader | 15.1k

ceo au, criminal au, robbers au, angst, smut, minimal fluff

>> summary: "you chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him."

➺ concrete king - by @bratkook

| jungkook x reader | 16.7k

sweet summer romance, fluff, smut, himbo energy, two parts

>> summary: "when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there's no way you could ever say no to him."

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Bound By Blood (m)

synopsis: A servant to the state since birth, forced to work for the royal family until you die. These are the conditions that have granted you life, yet are they are the same ones that can take everything away. He can take everything away. But he would never, for you are his future, his eternity.

k.taehyung x f.reader

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: wc: 16.0k

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: genre: royalty au, soft yandere, fluff, smut, smidge of angst

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: content: soft yandere!prince!taehyung, maid!reader, power imbalance, talks about death/violence, blood, slight predator/prey dynamics, manipulation, misunderstandings, dom!tae, tae calls reader lamb, oral (f.receiving), marriage related dirty talk, virginity kink/loss of virginity, size kink, praise, reader is fucked dumb, implied kissing reader while she sleeps, implied offscreen somno, implied stalking, ownership, tae is rlly sweet and adorable

❦︎ ݁ ˖┊: notes: hello!!! this was meant to be a drabble but as you can see it spiralled out of control lmao. i got a little hyper fixated (and grew a really bad crush on this taehyung) so it ended up being way longer than i initially thought! regardless, i hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it!!

18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni

The Kim Empire.

Your home, your family, your livelihood all wrapped up in those three little words.

They practically brandish your mind, have been since you were no more than a babe. Stuck in the clutches of everything Kim since you were born. Your mother a maid, your father gone from the face of the earth. At least as far as you are concerned he is, anyway.

He is better off dead. The alternative of him living scott free in some far off land, meanwhile you have to serve the hand and foot of the king sets no more than the bitter taste of coffee beans against your gums.

Bedding your mother, no more than a fresh-faced maid at the time. Outcasting her the second after when he had to have known the rules of the palace. The demise it would cost both her and her future daughter. Perhaps every generation that followed as well– if there were to be any, that is.

Housestaff are not meant to have relationships. They are meant to serve the king and his bountiful family. How are you meant to do anything else with a child bouncing at your hip, a husband grabbing at your ass.

You’ve heard the speech plenty of times. The words ingrained in your skull just as the brand you received when you were far too young to remember the pain of it. Evidence that you are bound to the palace by blood until the very moment you take your last breath.

The punishment for becoming pregnant within the walls of the palace are simple: your child belongs to them. For anything within the Kim Estate is their rightful property, given to them by the grace of god.

You, a gift from god to serve the empire. You would snort at the notion if training from a young age prohibited it. You are just a result of your mothers kindness, her naivety.

You could never find it within your heart to blame her. She was just a girl who thought she was in love. Fired for her love. Had her daughter taken from her to serve for her love.

Love is something you will never be granted the property of.

You will be granted an allowance to send home to your mother to keep her afloat. You will be granted a room to sleep in, clothes to wear, food to eat. A secure job in which you can never be fired– well. That is a lie. Though, your termination would come at the end of an axe, rather than a piece of paper.

You used to muse at the thought– when you were a young girl, no more than 11 or 12. Going through your melancholy years, hating the rest of the world for simply existing. For putting you in a position where you could not change your fate, instead had to endure your present. Feeling like a girl trapped in a tower just like the bedtime stories had always prescribed.

One time you had caused such a ruckus in front of the oldest Kim son you really did think you were going to get the axe. Hell, you were even prepared for it. Locked away in a cell for two nights, brought before the executor.

Right before the swing was meant to be brought down against your neck the head maid ran into the room, gave some sort of letter to the man. She apologised profusely, gripping your ear and dragging you away from the scene.

You hadn’t acted ary since then. It taught you your place. Made you realise the need to survive buried deep within your bones. In the innate way some sort of wildcat would lash out until it was bloodied and on its last breath.

You would not die at the end of a knife. You’d live your life, acting a maid until you could die peacefully of old age. Even if it meant surrendering yourself to servitude for the most annoying brat you’ve ever laid eyes on.

A quiet sigh slips past your lips at the mere thought of him. The sound would get you punished if anyone were to hear, especially in respect to the coveted crown prince of the kingdom. Few share the same opinion as you of him– but then again most that work here aren’t forced.

It is only when the stars are strung high in the sky that you allow yourself to feel such things. When you stay awake past the beginning of rest hours, most of the staff (save for the night shift) falling to sleep hours prior. Only then when you’re out in the gardens do you allow indignation to satiate your brain.

For the few hours of freedom you may hold dear until the next morning begins and you are forced to live the same day once more. Over and over again until the end of time.

Your fingertips reach out as you walk, bruised from the scrubbing of floors, to find purchase against the walls of flowers rimming the maze. Rough fingertips dance against the gentle petals of roses, lulling in the feeling. Picking themselves against the thorns without much of a thought, not withdrawing. Only pausing feet to observe.

How can something so delicate and beautiful wish to cause harm? It does not. It simply desires a way to survive. You could never fault it for that.

“Pretty, are they not?” A dark, husky voice sends cold down your spine. Hairs become on edge, back straightens taught, ears perk just as if you are an obedient dog. Fear flashing through your entire being.

You do not wish to turn around. Do not have any want to face the man that has caught the air in your lungs. The one catching you in the garden without any proper attire in place. Though you must. You must bow, grovel at his feet for forgiveness for allowing him to see you in your nightgown. For not being in bed as you should.

Prince Kim has never been known for being kind.

Your body acts for you while your mind sets on pause– taking several steps forward, bending your body at the hips to give a proper 90 degree bow. Your hands clasp before you, hair coming down in front of your face.

“Prince Kim–” You rush, suddenly out of breath, “Please forgive my insolence. I-I am not of right attire or mind to be standing in front of his excellency right now. Nor should I be excused for touching the property of the palace. I have no proper excuse and any punishment you decide will be deserving. Please forgive me.” The words recite from your lips like a bible– instruction of them being heard time and time again.

Cold night air whips at your ankles, fluttering the gown around your ankles. The chill only adding to the cold sweat you’ve discovered has perspired. Making your hair dance around your shoulders.

You expect something, anything really. A slap, a single word. Though there is only silence in response. Silence that extends far too long and feels far too pungent for your taste. If he was going to do something, you rather he just get it over with.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally hear the baritone of his voice once more.

“Pretty, are they not?” He asks again, repeating the same sentiments as before. Confusion bristles through as a kite in the summer air. Why is he asking you this? Is he not annoyed he caught a maid in such a level of disrobement? What is he trying to gain? What does he want?

All the questions you do not have any hope to answer rush through you causing you to feel confused and incomposed. Every boring lesson you were forced to sit through never taught you how to deal with this exact situation. You aren’t sure what he wants, nor your place in the garden. The thought scares you.

Against your better judgement, you allow your chin to tilt up only slightly. Only enough to look at the man– to try and read the expression on his face so you can better analyse your next action.

The shock you feel when you find his face is only inches from your own, frame bent down to make his eyes level with yours is something you cannot explain in words alone.

You would prefer to scream and run, however that is not an option at this moment, or so it appears. Instead, your eyes only widen in shock, in trepidation. Your mouth opens into a small ‘o’ as you stare.

Never before have you made eye contact with a member of the family. Never before have you had the luxury to view one so close. In any other circumstance, you suppose, you would surely be punished for such a thing. Someone lower should never view a future king in such a way.

You wish you could say he was a heinous, ugly beast for hatred of the palace alone. Yet you can’t, for he isn’t. He is beautiful.

Sure, you knew that already. Paintings of him are plastered across the walls– his face is everywhere eyes are able to reach. Yet this close, at this angle, you can’t stop the way your heart skips a beat. Can’t help but admire every facet of his complexion before being thrown in front of the lion again.

A gorgeous, blinding smile wipes across his face the moment you face him. Lips forming into an adorable box after he finally has your attention fully drawn on him. You’re startled back once again, sending your brain into a further whirlwind than before.

He desires an answer.

“I um… Yes. I suppose they are.” You nod slowly in response, following in his footsteps as he returns to full height.

You must follow his lead– it is how you will survive.

You usher a stray lock of hair over your shoulder, trying to stop it from hitting your face. The air starts to become stale again, feeling empty in the lack of his reply. It is awkward, and the way he stares at you, eyes darting around your face– your figure, has you feeling in some sort of girlish, embarrassed way.

You think you dislike the feeling.

“Are you a fan of roses?” His arms are pulled behind him, wrapped together as he bounces on his toes in something that looks like… boyish delight? The muddle of your brain can't help to understand a single thing. He is making no sense, trying to make conversation with you. Trying to find a morsel of companionship in someone who is meant to bow to him like he is the true god of your mortal plain.

You will have to oblige until he allows you to depart.

“I suppose so.”

He frowns. Try again.

“I adore them, the palace always has the most gorgeous petals all year round.” You smile at him, hoping it masks any discomfort you feel.

The smile returns to his own lips as he begins to walk. Tilting his head to you as a cue to join him. You try to keep your paces a few behind his own, a maid should never walk beside a member of the family. Though he only slows in response, matching your gate even though it is obvious he hates having to slow down.

Why is he behaving in this manner? It makes no sense to you.

“The flower of devotion.” He nods, breaking the silence once more and keeping his eyes straight ahead.

You almost want to admire his profile– the gentle curve of his nose, yet you refrain. Training your eyes ahead, keeping your fingers laced in front of you. Trying to look as put together as possible at this moment.

“Is it?” You quiz, unable to take the awkward silence anymore. He doesn’t seem to mind it. Unbothered, tucking his hands into the pockets of his loose, flowing sleep pants.

“Of many other things, as well.” He nods, sending a slight smile at you.

“I don’t know much about the language of flowers.” Though it feels wrong to be talking with Prince Kim so casually, you try your best. The more you give in, mayhaps the sooner he’ll bore and the faster you will be able to run from the cage.

“Tell me your favourite, maybe I can tell you its meaning.” He pauses and you find yourself at the foot of the gazebo. He reaches out his hand, offering to help you up the small stairs of it.

All over again you find yourself taken aback. The prince is requesting that you touch him, not for his service, but your own. He desires to help you. Is for some reason treating you like a lady.

You don’t understand it, yet with great hesitation you oblige. You place your hand on his much larger one, allowing it to encase it. Help you up the stairs.

“I don’t know many…” You hope he cannot hear the hesitation in your tone, “Though I’ve always been fond of lilies.” You tell him, attempting to pull your hand away from his own as you reach the top.

He doesn’t allow it, keeping your small palm tight in his own. Fear trickles in once more, circling around your heart, constricting it.

You knew you shouldn’t have trusted him in the slightest. It is here where you shall face punishment for all the previous misdemeanours committed. White stone shall be painted with red and you will be left to your own devices to clean up the mess.

Your lungs start to take in more air, though of course you try to disguise it. Turning around to face him, to discover why he has kept you held firm, air is leaving your lungs for another reason entirely.

He holds your hand close, examining your fingers. Tilting it back and forth, smoothing his thumb over the back of your skin. If he takes note of the little dots of red, he doesn’t make comment of it. He only curls his fingers upwards, hooking against your own. Bringing your hand up to his lips as if it was the most delicate thing on earth. Staring at them with a passion you doubt you’ve ever seen before.

“Rebirth.” His breath fans across your knuckles, slowly lowering to place a gentle kiss against the skin. His lips are soft, so gentle against your weary flesh. So full of safety, so full of song.

When he retracts, he pulls away no more than a millimeter, though his grip tightens.

“Purity.”

Your first meeting with the prince had left you with a flurry of emotions, none of which you could hope to syphon through. For hours he kept you in the gazebo, sitting with you. Talking until it appeared the sun was cresting over the horizon.

He refused to release your hand the entire time. His fingers playing with your own, perhaps obsessed with the feeling of your tiny hand laced with his own pristine skin. Did not pay any attention the several times you tried to excuse yourself, only changing the subject of conversation to try and keep you in place.

It was strange. Confusing. You did not understand the reasoning or cause behind any of his actions.

Well, at least until the next morning while you were scrubbing the floors. Your friend Annabell cleaning right by your side. Catching up, gossiping about the new recruits found in the manner. It is only times like these when you actually get the chance to talk, to giggle with someone meant to be your equal in both age and house status.

The only chance you’re truly able to forget about the fact she is able to leave once her contract expires. But it does not matter– any small amount of spite you hold is slashed away by her kind smile. The understanding in her eyes as she treats you like just another maid set to work for the king instead of a captive.

It is only after the 7th yawn of the morning she asks about the poorly covered bags under your eyes. You had gone to bed with the rest of the girls, there is no reason you should be so tired. You never appear to be, at least it is not shown around others.

You struggle with yourself for a moment, trying to decide whether the night before was meant to be kept as a closely guarded secret to your chest. Yet one look at your closest confidant had you spilling everything.

The entire night– the stars, the flowers, the way he prattled on. How tight he gripped your dirty, calloused hand against his pristine soft ones.

You feel strange speaking of it, remembering it in any way. It causes your cheeks to heat and a fury to settle below your ribs.

It is a strange feeling, yet not an entirely unwanted one.

Your eyes train to the floor as you spill your soul, unable to keep it in once it starts pouring out. You try to keep your tone as neutral as possible– to tell her about the night as if it was a simple news story you heard from a guard. Though, you’re unsure of your success in the matter.

A poised laugh leaves the lips of your counter, her eyes cresting into half-moons.

“You cannot be serious right? You tell stories.” She giggles, shaking her head before continuing her assault on the floor.

You simply shake your own.

“It happened, I was as shocked in the moment as you seem to be now.” She lets out a small bellow of giggles once again.

“No, no. I believe it happened entirely. I’m only talking about the fluster of your face.” She giggles, lifting her rag and shaking it for dramatic effect. You roll your eyes, cracking a small smile.

“There is no such thing.” You laugh knowing that there is.

“Oh my heavens. Y/n, you cannot tell me you’ve grown fond of the Prince, have you?” Her words are hushed now, much more so than before. As if someone may be listening to the conversation.

You tense in reply, unsure of the answer yourself. The closest you’ve ever felt to fondness of another man was a stable boy a few years back. Only 17 at the time, head wrapped in romance novels that you didn’t entirely understand. He was handsome and he was kind. However just as you were starting to become closer to him, he was sent away to work at another palace.

You had not been optimistic since then.

She takes your silence as an answer in itself. Moving towards you, gripping your shoulders and hauling you to sit on your haunches. Forcing you to look at her face as she speaks.

“You cannot be serious.” She repeats again, hoping for any sign of doubt. All she receives is bewilderment in reply, “Y/n. You can never trust Prince Kim.”

You sigh, “I know, Anne, I–” You’re cut off with her own voice again.

“No, not in the way you’re imagining.” She sighs, letting her hands drop from your shoulders to continue scrubbing at the floor. Making work of herself as she speaks, “The other maids don’t tell you of much, do they?”

You can’t deny it. Your seclusion within the castle walls is only partly of your own design.

Other maids do not feel as though they can trust you, seeing as you are full property of the crown. In their eyes, you hold not a crumb of loyalty to your own kind. Few maids speak to you like Annabell does for fear the second they say anything wrong you are going to tell the world.

You would never, though your word is worth its weight in feathers to them.

“They don’t care for me as you do… no…” You admit, continuing to clean as well. She already knew the answer, letting out an exhale before she speaks.

“Prince Kim has a pension for… debauchery… I shall say,” She flinches at her own words, yet doesn’t know a better way to put it, “The variety in which he uses pretty words to seduce young ladies to bed with him. Royalty from other lands, general’s daughters, maids. It matters not. He likes them for the night then pretends they shall never exist again.”

Each word she speaks sends another stab into your gut. A dull pain blooming from the same places which a swirling was forming before.

Ah. It all makes sense now.

“Oh.”

“He has a particular fondness for the other maids, you know. Bedding them without a second thought.” A grimace forms on your friend's lips, scrubbing harder into the already shining floors, “There is no reason to form any sort of affection for that man. It will only end with his seed inside your core and a knife in your heart.”

Yes, everything she is saying makes perfect sense. You feel almost stupid to not see it before. Maybe you just didn’t want to see it– want to think about it in any sort of fashion. But this makes much more sense than the crown prince wanting to speak to you for any other purpose. Explains why he was acting as a true gentleman to someone so much lower than him.

However, you find that it does not take away the cavernous pit that has formed in your gut.

“I see, I have no desire for either.” You nod your head in understanding, not sure of what else to say. “I don’t understand why he’s taken an interest in me, though.”

She gawks, “I don’t understand why it has taken him so long to in the first place.” She shakes her head.

“Nevertheless, it doesn’t matter. Y/n, you must promise me. You will not fall for him, nor give any part of yourself to him. He is not someone that will care for you like you deserve.” She states, blue eyes piercing icicles into your own. She is determined and will not relent until you agree.

“I do not wish to. Not after hearing all of…” You make some sort of motion with your hand, “that. Anyone would be a fool to like him.”

You nod your head while Annabell smiles in agreement.

“Good.”

Those are the last words you exchange with anyone for hours. The rest of the day passed by with lightning, an endless turnstile of things to take care of. A ball was to be held soon meaning the castle would be a wreck for the next few days. Too much planning, cleaning, sewing, coordination had to take place before anyone could rest.

Honestly, you were grateful for it. A break from thinking was much needed. As is a good night’s rest.

You sigh, already imagining how lovely it would feel to pull off your shoes for the day. Peel the cotton off your body and replace your dress with something more comfortable.

Oo! Hopefully enough warm water will be left for a quick bath. That would be just wonderful, your muscles would be able to unfurl. The perfect thing to lull you into a glorious sleep.

Your arms stretch over your head as you finish descending the staircase into the maid hallways. Bones in your back pop from the pressure, causing a sigh to make its way from your lungs. Your nimble fingers make their way to the ribbon holding your hair in place, untying it and allowing the tresses to fall.

Soon you would be in the maid resting quarters– your appearance would matter not there anyway.

You send small smiles to other staff members passing you, those that have either just woken for the night or those who still have work to do. Yet in return, each one of them just stares at you with an incredulous look. Turning and whispering to their friends as if you were not still in front of them.

You can’t help to understand why. Those around you may not have considered you a friend, but they were never rude. Always polite when need be. It has you feeling strange, some type of nervousness as you get closer and closer to the hallway extending to the maids personal rooms.

Rounding the corner, you discover exactly why.

His frame looks entirely out of place standing there. A perfect, pristine picture in a hallway of drab, illuminated only by the lanterns hanging on the wall. Royal blue tunic draped on his shoulders only emphasising his status.

He looks as though he was never meant to be here. Like a mistake was made along the cobblestone walls. No, he looks as though he is meant to be among the living. Not in your dreary, windowless life. Nothing could change that.

You stand there frozen, a deer caught in the lanturn of a hunting party. A pounding of your heart, as well as the dark swell of your gut coming back to life. Why is he here? Why the hell does he have a bouquet of flowers?!

You wish to scream, but you don’t. You have already been caught.

His eyes look up from where he created a small pile of dirt on the floor. His face coming alight in an instant, pushing himself to full stature from where he once leaned against the wall. Long legs making their way towards you while he suddenly has the decency to hide the bouquet behind his back.

Annabell certainly did not mention this method of Prince Kim’s seduction. You had never seen him down here before.

“Hi.” Is all he says once he is finally face to face with you. His face bright and youthful. Excited.

It seems all formalities have been dropped in his mind, though you refuse the notion.

“Prince Kim.” You simply reply, lowering yourself in a curtsy.

He pays no mind, almost pretending you never did it in the first place. Instead, he simply rocks back and forth on his heels, bouncing slightly in delight. Wanting something, unable to voice it.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, hoping to end the encounter swiftly to stop all of the prying eyes leering into your being.

“I brought you something.” His eyes do not break contact with yours once and you can see his hand twitch by his side as if it wants to reach out for something. You're glad he has the decency to hold back, so you shall do the same by pretending you never saw the flowers in the first place.

You choose not to ask yourself why he brought you a present. It must just be a trick of seduction.

“I am honoured to accept such a thing.” You send a small smile his way, something between real and fake. It seems to make him beam.

His arm comes out from behind, holding the flowers between both of your bodies. You look down at them, shock written across your features.

Sure, you had noted them as flowers before. But you think these may be the prettiest ones you’ve seen in your whole life. Petals of orange, white, and purple cloud in your eyes. Stomatas filled with the sweet pollen.

Lilies. All different kinds– ones you’ve never seen before.

They’re out of season, at least you think they are. How did he get these? Why is he giving them to you? Why is he trying to get the butterflies to return? Why is he trying to make your heart explode?

“Prince Kim…” You’re not sure what to say– instead gently reaching out to feel the velvet of a petal. Staring intently at their colours, unable to pull your eyes away.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” His voice is a husk of a whisper, as if you’re the only two in the hallway. As if other maids are not passing, as if they are not staring at the two of you.

“Yes… I… I’m not sure what to say.” It is all so hypnotic.

“Thank you would be a good beginning, no?” His smile is soft, a light chuckle present in the tone.

You pause, tilting your head to look up at him fully– a large, real smile donning your lips.

“Yes. Thank you.”

You feel as if you are floating, just as you would when reading those romance books in your late teen years. Like the world has stopped moving save for the prince in front of you slowly passing the flowers into your arms.

Your hands brush against each other and you feel his fingers twitch, tightening ever so slight. Wishing to grab onto your hand just as he had done the night before. Wishing to insect every line that traces over your fresh once more.

However, he refrains. Allowing his ringed fingers to sink themselves into his pockets.

“I was just going to have them delivered. I’m not really meant to be down here, you know,” His smile is shy, “But I didn’t know your room. That, and I wanted to see you again.”

You look down, unable to keep the eye contact he presses you for. Prince Kim is too much for you. You don’t understand how he couldn’t be too much for anyone.

“Oh…” You’re a flush, “Thank you for saying that.”

“It is nothing to thank me for.” He chuckles, bangs dimming the hues of his eyes, “I’m sure I bored you with all of my ramblings.”

He did, partly, but that was more discombobulation for the situation and a sense of tiredness creeping into your bones. You shake your head quickly.

“Of course not. I had.. Fun.” Mayhaps fun isn’t the right term, yet there is no word that exactly describes your emotions of last night, nor the ones of today.

“As did I.” His lips are tight in a smile again, feet bouncing on their heels once more. He’s nervous, wants to say something again but isn’t sure how.

You’re not sure how to feel about learning what that habit means. Not sure how to feel about what any of this means. You have not had a moment alone to truly dissect what all of it is.

“I would love to spend the night talking to you again, if you would allow me.” You don’t think you would love anything more, yet you know you would not be able to function. Would probably make a fool of yourself, too.

“I-I think it would be best if I were to get some rest… I had not even an hour before I had to start working last night.”

He frowns, “That’s not good for your health…” He pauses, searching your face for any signs of distress, “Then let's talk in your room. I will only stay until you sleep.”

You pause, air drifting back into your lungs.

Ah. Right.

The words of your friend sink in once again, breaking you out of whatever trance he had put you under. Whatever spell he laced through both of your ears to have you singing songs of praises for him and the crown.

He wants you as a notch in a bedpost. Nothing more. It is clear as day and you are a fool to think anything other than that. This is all just a cleverly rehearsed show. You will not fall victim like your mother.

All royalty is the same. Use use use. Beat a dead horse until it stops coughing up any sort of reprise.

Your posture is suddenly tense, fist gripping the flowers so tight your knuckles appear white.

How dare he think so low of you. How dare he think he might be able to fuck you for nothing.

“Men are not allowed in the women's private quarters.” Your voice is staunch, though it is not as if he can tell nor cares.

If he does, he doesn’t show it.

“Ah,” The lilt is still evident in his tone, the cat playing with the mouse, “But I am not any man, am I?” His body leans a bit closer, pulling his face parallel to your own. Smirk playing on his lips.

Beauty is a deceptive thing, isn’t it? “When I am king I’ll make it so I can see you whenever we both desire.” Something heats in your gut at those words, yet anger quells it just as fast.

“It is a shame that you are not King yet, then.” You nod politely in his direction, trying to excuse yourself. Yet your words only seem to excite something in his eyes, lighting a fire behind them.

“My, I didn’t know you felt that way.” He smiles coy. A flustered sensation overcomes you as you realise the double meaning behind your words. You had made it sound like you wanted him in that way when that could not be farther from the truth.

“I do not.” You state, your voice ice. Though once again, it seems that it does not pierce him.

“There is no reason to be so cold, Y/n.” He sing songs, tapping one of his long fingers against the side of his head.

“I am not being cold! You are just not listening.” You sigh in exasperation. Exhaustion and annoyance make you forget yourself, causing your volume to rise just as his own does. This only seems to excite him more.

“I have heard enough.” He giggles, boyish and what others would describe as cute. Right before you’re able to argue back once again, he cuts in with his own voice once more.

“I will leave you for now. Find a pretty place for the flowers.”

He smiles generously at you, beginning to walk away, “Have a good night. I’ll see you soon.”

In your shamble of a disposition, you’re left stuck there. Staring at his back as he retreats down the hallway.

The shock of everything that had just transpired coming over you all at once. How poorly you had behaved. How you spoke to him. He could have you killed for any one of those things however instead he left you with a bouquet of flowers and a promise for another night.

You scramble to find yourself, to move yourself from out of the eyeline of every other maid. To make your way to your room, your one sanctuary as quickly as possible.

It is only when you’re in those walls, hard oak door shut firmly beside you that you have to remind yourself of your promise to your best friend. Remember that the prince fights his battles with words and emotions.

Your second meeting with the man had left you even more confused than the first. Thousands of questions and emotions real through your bones at a pace your brain can’t manage to understand. Leaves you fuming, trying to form a single coherent thought as you analyse the last two nights with a ferocity unimagined.

In your state, however, you neglect to think of the one question that should be dancing before you, held on a string just out of reach.

Why did he know your name?

It is apparent that since that night, Prince Kim has located which room you find habitance in.

This morning, another letter has found itself slipped under the base of your door. They have become commonplace now– letters detailing apologies for why he was unable to visit, what he had gone about on his day, his regrets that he has not heard back from you in what feels like ages.

He’s tried to speak to you a few times in the palace when you work. His eyes always trained on you with something you’re unable to describe when you clean nearby.

You wish you could say it was perverse in manner, but it was nothing of the sort.

Every once and awhile you would catch a lily pinned to his breast pocket. He would send you a secret smile whenever it caught your attention. As if it was a tale meant for only the two of you to know. As if he wanted to carry a portion of you with him.

You may be naive in saying so, nor do you have much experience in the matter, but these do not feel like the actions of a man who simply wishes to find home under your dress. These feel more personal. More extravagant than anything else.

Nevertheless, you ignore every single advance. Annabell made you promise, and it was a promise you were intent on keeping until your dying breath.

Put the letters away in a box, never to be responded to. Avoided looking at him whenever he was near. Rushed out of rooms when it appeared he was intent on making his war for you.

Icing out the prince is what is best. Whatever lilies he will wilt and die and you will be able to continue on with your hatred of the Kim family as well as your blood pact with the throne.

You only wish it was that easy.

“Y/n!! Miss Y/n!!” There is a scramble outside of the door, voices hailing for your presence. You don’t know why– you’re on wash duty. Anyone, unless they’re extraordinarily new, would know that.

The voice grows more erratic, more panicked. As if their life depends on finding you in that very moment. The other maids in the quarters send their glaces to you, urging you to go yet not one opens their mouths.

At least one bonus of endenturing your entire life to the palace is that you have grown in rank. More than 10 years has granted you a decent position.

A hushed sigh slips past your lips and your hands find themselves forcing the pile of sheets into the washing tub. Your hands quickly wipe away at your apron, ridding them of any moisture before pushing open the door.

Stepping into the hallway lined with stone you notice only a single girl. Her entire form shaking as she paces the hall– panicked. Blonde curls bouncing with every step, cheeks a fluster.

A new recruit, indeed. Celley is the name she wears.

She had just entered with the last batch of new maids, starting at the palace no more than 2 months ago. She was a recruit you were unsure of– not having a lick of grace or balance, nor any experience with serving. But you suppose there are many reasons maids are chosen.

You do not like to think of them.

Her feet are suddenly clamouring over to you, noticing your presence for the first time since you’ve stepped in the hallway. Her small, shaking hands grip your shoulders, holding you with all the will she seems to possess.

“Excuse me have you seen–” She stops herself, tiny pants pausing as her eyes go wide, “Oh my days! Miss Y/n! You must hurry!” She rushes, hand gripping your wrist as she tries to pull you away.

Though your face twists in confusion, your feet remain firm.

“What’s the matter?” You ask, both sympathy and concern entering your frame. You can admonish her later for her lack of manners, however now, the girl seems truly frightened. Her large steel eyes looking back at you, pleading.

“The crown prince! He’s!” She’s out of breath once again, continuing to try and urge you on.

This time, the second the word prince is muttered, you begin to follow her pace, “He’s lost his mind! He’s going on a firing spree! Locking up anyone who tries to calm him!”

“What? Why is that? Did something happen?” You ask hushed, urging the girl to keep her voice down. Though you both are similar in age, it is apparent who has experienced this type of thing before.

“He got into some kind of spat with his father. His instructor was fired when he tried to continue on with their lesson.” It seems she understood your message, continuing to hurry you down the halls.

“And what am I meant to do?”

“I-I don’t know!” She lets out a quiet yelp, pulling you closer as you exit the maid hallways and enter the palace ones, “His personal maid is away visiting family. She said to leave everything to you if something were to happen! I-I didn’t know what else to do!”

Damn Eleanor and everything she stands for. Why the hell did she have to bring your name into this?! Shouldn’t the head maid be called in times like this?! Not you, someone who wants nothing to do with any member of the royal family. Especially the crown prince himself. Sure, there must be rumours spreading around but you had managed nearly three weeks without speaking to him!

You let out a sigh, squaring your shoulders in an attempt to appear more confident, more put together. You will do this, and you will come out victorious. Every battle before has left you victor. What is one more?

“I understand. It will be dealt with.”

The least you can gain is the idyllic picture of the prince to be shattered forever. That would be the most ideal outcome, something to truly force him out of your heart for good. You will not fall prey to him and his earthly desires. He will not win your heart.

At least that is what you hope.

The throne room's doors stand before you, delicate lacings of gold worth more than your entire being etched into its surface. A glittering picture for what is sure to be a bloodbath behind its contents.

A deep inhale of warm air fills your lungs, hand pressing against the door as you force it open. Face someone you have not wanted to see nor extinguish the flames of in nearly a month.

He stands before you, 20 paces ahead. A broken bottle in his hand as he heaves, shoulders rising and falling with the passion of ten thousand suns. The look of murder in his eyes as he stares down at a maid, her form on the ground. Bowing with as much might as she can possess, looking for any exit possible. Few other maids stand around the room, keeping their heads low, avoiding any eye contact possible.

Though he looks like a mad man– mayhaps a god of war himself, not a single hair is out of place on his head. He is still the picture of sovereignty. And though your breath spikes, you find that you are not afraid.

What a strange feeling it is.

The creak of the door sends single to him, has him whipping his head to face you. Anger etched into his features, a new target befalling his sight.

You stand tall, moving towards him. You will rise to the position given to you, even if it shall mean your inevitable downfall. As long as the new staff are safe.

Only, when he looks to you, no wrath is found. No anger or deceit. The second his eyes meet your own, his expression drops along with the bottle in his hands. More glass littering the floor in its wake.

His eyes soften, his lips turning from a sneer into a gentle frown. His shoulders automatically lower, and suddenly it appears that there is no one else in the room. His legs move automatically, carrying themselves to you with such a hurried pace you would have thought he had seen a long lost friend.

Oddly, this scares you more than when he was angered.

You start into a bow, “Prince Kim, I’ve come in place of–”

His arms wrap themselves around you before you can speak another word. Pulling you in, wrapping you into his scent as you're pressed against his sturdy chest. Strong arms keep you in place as he tries to make his body become one with your own.

His face buries itself into the crook of your neck, one hand raising to tie itself in your hair. It forces you to stay in place, stay attached to him just the way he wants you to be. Allows him to inhale, breathing in all of you. Finally delving into the scent that he has been craving.

Your eyes only widen, hands staying firm at your side in shock. Heart beginning to race, head becoming lost in the soaps that only a member of a family could possibly own.

You’re not sure what to do. How to behave. As far as you are concerned or aware, this is something that no other has had happen before. At least not so openly. Not so brazenly in front of a myriad of other people.

But, it seems to calm him. To placate him in a way you’re not sure anyone could explain.

You try to make a small twisting motion with your hand, try to urge everyone else to leave while they have the chance.

They seem to take it, exiting the room as fast as possible.

You’re sure word of this will spread throughout the castle quickly. You hope the consequences will not be dire.

“Prince Kim–” You begin to speak after everyone has cleared out, after he holds you for what feels like a lifetime. You can’t find it in you to want him to pull away, no matter how embarrassing this seems.

“Shh,” He quickly silences you with a gentle press of his lips to your pulse, “Let me stay like this for a moment.”

You are unable to move. Unable to breathe after he kisses you. War could begin in that very moment and you’re not sure you would have noticed in the slightest. You are stunned into obeying his whim as he simply inhales and exhales.

The umber in his voice only comes after a millennia, after his shoulders have completely sagged. After all the tension is removed from his body.

“You didn’t respond to my letters.” He still doesn’t pull away, his grip on your hair tightening a fraction.

You pause.

“I…I didn’t know where to send them.” You lie and his hand loosens. The correct answer.

“My study. Put them under the door to my study.” He instructs like a king would.

You’re not sure why the tone of his voice sends shocks to your gut. Pooling into something you only find in your dreams.

“But if someone were to see them–”

“Let them.” Mumbles in your ear to you and you alone, a growl practically spiking through his voice, “I want them to know.”

Oh. This is new. This is definitely new. This is not the same way you felt with the stable boy years ago. This has become something entirely alienating. A completely different beast. You know that now as his baritone voice sends waves straight through your gut.

You simply nod in reply, your mouth unwilling to say anything back. The arm around your lower back grows more firm.

“Tell me where you will put your replies.” He commands into your ear.

“Under the door to your study.” Your reply is automatic, years of answering to the kingdom evident in your tone.

He sighs, unfurling his fingers from your locks to gently pet the top of your head, “Good girl.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, soft as he touches you.

“Good lamb.”

You sigh, fingers deftly searching through your wardrobe for just a single pair of underwear. But once again, you turn up empty. It seems like every day that passes, another pair disappears without your knowledge.

Perhaps one of the new girls is causing a fuss, messing up the laundry for everyone else.

That is the only logical solution, at least.

But logic doesn’t seem to make much sense at all anymore. You couldn’t hope to understand why few of your other belongings have come up indignant as well.

Your favourite perfume, one of your stuffed animals, even your toothbrush! All have magically vanished from thin air over the course of the last week.

It is too bad that you haven’t had the time to think about it, either. Preparations for the ball have been raging throughout the palace. Everyone has been on their toes, unwilling to face the wrath of the planners as they try to make everything perfect.

You have had not one moment alone to think, either swept up in cleaning, decorating, or well… recently you and the prince have been going on walks through the garden at night. Though that doesn’t matter much. It doesn’t mean anything– just another thing he made you promise to. Claiming he wishes to spend as much time with you as he can.

His recent fixation is trying to get you to call him by his true name.

You would never dare, nothing is more inappropriate than such a title. It is something only his most beloved is meant to call him, and that person is certainly not you.

You try to force any thoughts of him out of your head, though it is clearly a fruitless endeavour. Especially with the dream you had the night prior.

His hands finding themselves between your legs, touching you in a way no other has.

You flush, quickly shaking all thoughts of the night away.

The tea! Your tea, yes. A prescription from the doctor for this very thing.

More often than not, you wake to find a mess between your thighs. Sticky arousal between them in a perverse fashion. The region sensitive and overstimulated combined with a mess of dreams. More sexual in nature than ever before.

Embarrassed, you had turned to the only person you could trust. The palace staff’s doctor.

She had told you it was normal– that you were simply having what she described as ‘wet-dreams’. The title alone made you feel embarrassed.

Nevertheless, she prescribed you a tea to help calm your nerves. It was meant to be passifying in nature, calming any lush desires you may have beginning to form.

You were not sure how it functioned, however you trusted her. Found that it quelled whatever fire burned inside of your heart for the time being.

Perhaps just a new oddity to add to your reality, you suppose.

Finally, you find a proper set of undergarments to pull over your legs. Letting out a breath in relief now that you finally have them.

Today is going to be busier than the last month combined– the ball is tonight. You know for a fact you will be rushed around the palace all day, fixing everything into an acute sense of perfection that only the Kim family is known for.

You reach to spray your second favourite perfume across your skin, only to find that the bottle has gone missing as well.

Your hairs stand on edge, a dark pit forming in your stomach.

It is all too strange for you to want to understand.

Okay, now you’re sure Annabell must be wrong. She has to be, right? There is no other conclusion possible.

The thoughts run through your head as you pace the small confines of your room. Thumb between your lips, biting the skin feverishly. Contemplating what it is exactly that you should do. A heavy box sitting on your bed, a letter laying next to it along with a single lily.

A month ago, you met Prince Kim in the gardens. A month ago you spoke to him all night long. A month ago he brought you flowers. He has been leaving you letters ever since. Three weeks ago he held you in his arms, made you promise to write him back. Made you promise to meet him in the gardens as many nights as you can.

But this, you could not accept. You could not possibly think this is real. Why has he gifted you something like this?

A dress lays on your bed. The most gorgeous dress you have ever seen, in fact. Lined with crystals and gems, many layers of tulle poof from the underskirt. It must’ve cost a fortune, but it was not meant for you. It is a dress meant for a princess, not a simple maid of the palace. Not… Not someone the prince simply wanted to bed.

So why did it lie here, along with a lace mask and a pair of shoes. Why did it come with a note from the Prince, telling you to put it on for tonight's events? Is this why the head maid dismissed you so early?

No. You could not. You will not make a fool of yourself. You do not belong up there, dressed as a princess when you are far from the thing. That is your decision. It will be the one you stick to.

Even as hours tick past on the clock, even as you can hear the night in full swing, you stay locked in your room. Feeling the same as you did when you were a girl locked in the dungeon all those years ago. Helpless, indignant, stubborn.

Lost in your thoughts as you try to piece together a puzzle that has several spaces missing. Feelings for the stable boy– life with him, it would have been easier than this. You’re sure of it.

You allow yourself to imagine what life could have been like if he stayed. It would have been a cosy, peaceful. A straightforward one that didn’t leave so many questions in your head. Jungkook was always like that, spoke his mind without leaving anything to be guessed. You adored it, wished you could revel in it now. Wish you could kiss him under the cherry tree once more.

A pounding wakes you from the dream you were just beginning to weave. Loud, angry knuckles against the firm oak of your door startling you to your feet in an instant. Chills running down your spine as if your body already knew who was behind it.

You wait too long to reply, another series of rapts following in quick succession. You’re in trouble. You’ve angered the prince in a way you’re not sure you’ll be able to find your way out of, but you have no choice. He knows your inside. You know you must face him. You must be brave.

Right before another series of knocks can echo against the walls, you finally pull the door open.

There stands the man you knew would be there all along, sculpted like the lord had made him himself. You wish you could behold him properly, to stare at his beauty in the suit specially prepared for this night. One he asked your opinion of several times during its construction.

But you are unable to, not when his shoulders heave like a bull planning its charge. Not when his eyes are narrowed into a glare that enters your soul without consequence. Never before had you felt his anger directed at you.

The future king would be a fearsome thing.

“It appears you are not dead.” He states, cold and detached in a way you have never heard before. It makes you feel small, feel weak. Though by now, you know he wants an answer. He will not accept the lack of one from you anymore.

You shift uncomfortably on your feet, “I suppose not…”

“Then what do you suppose.” You flinch. You’re not sure.

“I– Prince Kim…”

“Taehyung.” He interjects, though you ignore him. Only his future wife is meant to call him by that name.

“Prince Kim, I could not possibly accept this gift. You have to understand.” The way he looks at you makes you want to shrink. To appear as small as possible to placate the lion you’ve wondered into the den of.

“I do not. You are to accept any gift I am to give you.” He is stern as if lecturing the ground beneath him. He looks massive in your tiny room, taking up much more space than you wish to grant him.

You begin to grow frustrated, annoyed. Does he have no sanity? Does he really think it is okay to play with the hearts of women so carelessly? It is disgusting. Repulsive even! You do not deserve anything like this. You begin to grow tense, grow firm like a wolf cornered. Ready to lash out with no remorse.

That is what you are, anyway. A cornered animal with no hope to escape.

“I won’t.” You raise your shoulders, stand taller and stare him straight in the eyes. If this will have you sent to the axe then so be it.

He grows just as tense in reply, his lips forming a sneer as he takes a step closer towards you.

Never before has Prince Kim been opposed like this before, you’re sure of it. The way his irises become darker is proof.

“And why is that, lamb?” He mocks, and the fire inside of you only begins to glow brighter Of course, you’re just the lamb that's wandered into the lion's den. The lamb being prepared for meal.

Steam clouds around your head, jaw becoming tense as you try to hold back your rage. Rage for your mother, rage for the life she was taunted into the same way the prince is trying to do to you now.

“I will not become another woman you bed and then lay waste to!” You practically shout, unable to hold back your emotions anymore.

His nostrils flare, “Excuse me?”

“You heard my words.” You state back, indignant, “I will not be an idiot. I will not become another woman who you use for your own pleasures!”

You hear him scoff, head turning away from you for the first time as he looks around your room.

“You think that little of me?” His eyes make their way back to you, his face having the expression of somewhat… hurt?

Suddenly, you’re unsure. You feel stupid all over again though you’re not entirely conscious as to why. You hurt him? How could you possibly hurt the most powerful person in the country?

You falter in your stance, and it is obvious that he takes notice. Uses it to his advantage as he takes another step closer, makes his hand find your own. His thumb brushing soothingly over the knuckle. His hands are always so soft.

“What else am I meant to think? I’ve heard the stories, Prince Kim.” Where once was fire lays blistering coals. Hot to the touch yet unyielding in their passion. The air in the room has changed in much the same way.

“Tell me of them.” He asks you, his voice now gentle, soft.

It is strange, the complete change he’s had since first entering your room. Has your brain going a little haywire. Especially with the way he stares at your hands. Like they could be locked forever.

“I…” You feel flush, embarrassed to mutter the words in front of the prince, “I’ve heard you seduce women… princesses, noblemen’s daughters, maids… the lot. Then you abandon them the next morning with your seed in their core and a knife in their heart.”

You keep your eyes to your feet, face feeling hot by repeating the words of your friend. You refuse to look at him, you cannot take the embarrassment.

A light chuckle leaves his lips, a hand coming up to attempt to muffle them, “Sorry, sorry.” He shakes his head, a playful glint in his eyes. You’re baring your soul to him! How dare he laugh!

He coughs to muffle the rest of the sound, returning to the moment, “I apologise. I just had the realisation. You’re jealous of them, aren’t you lamb?”

A mess of flutters takes up your stomach, your shoulders raising in alarm. Your lips open to try and form words, to try and deny the allegations made your way, yet you are entirely unable.

Especially with the way he moves closer, crowds your space with such ease. Leads close to you, whispers words in your ear, voice lower than before.

“You wish it to just be you I lay with, is that so?” You can practically hear the smile in his voice as another, more erotic chill finds its way down your spine.

“Th-That isn’t–” You try to speak, but your voice sounds as light as air. He moves closer, arm carrying itself around your back, pulling you flush against him as he speaks sinful words. Words only for you.

“Ah…” He sighs in relief, lips practically touching your ear once you’re finally connected to him, “You don’t like it when I go fuck your friends then come to spend my nights talking to you… writing to you… touching myself to the thought of you.”

You cannot take it. You cannot take this, take him. Your head is spinning, clouding with the drug known as Prince Kim. Your knees feel weak, your limbs feel all too heavy. How can someone so pretty say such sinful words without a second thought. It’s too much. Far more than your poor little heart can take.

Your arms come up, press as firm as they can against his chest despite how weak they feel.

“Mmm…?” He asks in response, pulling back to look down on your face. Mock confusion spread across his features. He takes a step back, pretending to look you up and down. Like he is just playing a game of poker while all of your tells are as clear as day.

“Or is that not what you wish?” He asks, head tilted to the side like a confused puppy, “You would like things to remain the same?” He smiles, drawing conclusions all on his own.

He pauses, waits for you to say something, anything before continuing. But you do not, so he will keep playing this game by himself.

“Then I shall go find someone to keep me company for the night. Mmm..” He taps his chin in contemplation, turning on his heels, meanwhile panic and dread fills every facet of your being, “What were those ones you’re friends with again? Celley? That pretty blonde? Oh, or maybe Annabell. I’m sure she would be prepared to go for a second round.”

What? What? No, No! What is he talking about? Why is he starting to walk away?! Wait, Annabell, second time?! She has before?!

Oh heavens, oh gods.

“Anyway, I'll be sure to write to you after. Have a good night, dream of me.” You begin to hyperventilate as he takes one step out the door. No, he can’t leave. You don’t want him to. You don’t want him to be with anybody else. You can’t let it happen. You can’t afford such a thing! Ever! That is not where he is meant to be!

Your body carries you before your mind does. Hand slipping out, gripping onto the back of his coat with all of the strength you can muster. Feet planted firm in your room, doing everything in your power to not let him leave.

It is really too bad you do not see the sick smile that forms on his lips. Maybe then the pieces of the puzzle would have finally clicked in place.

Instead he only tilts his head backwards, painting a complexion of boredom.

“N-No! I don’t want that!” You finally manage to stutter out, knuckles turning white with the strength you hold onto him. Afraid if you let go in the slightest he will pull away and disappear forever. “I don’t want you to be with other women!”

The silence that follows your confession feels a mile long.

“Then go put on the dress.” Out of any response there could be, that certainly was not the one you were anticipating.

“What…?”

His chin tilts in the direction of it, urging you on, “If that is the truth, then go put on the dress.”

“I…” You hesitate for only a moment, but scramble to motion once the prince turns to leave once again.

You make quick paces to your bed, keeping your back to him. You feel his eyes on your back, intent on giving you no privacy to ensure you follow through on his order.

In fact, all he does is close the door behind you. Making sure no one will be able to see in. No one will be able to watch you save for him.

You slowly peel off the cotton of your nightgown, trying to appear brave even though his eyes are trained on your form. Even if your slip still remains on, you have never been this uncovered in front of a man before. You feel entirely bare.

You do not look at him as you finally find your way through the tool, slipping the garment over your head with struggle, yet his face is practically predatory.

You don’t know his plans, or what he wishes to gain. You never do.

As the fabric settles over your hips, half of you wants to question how the size is perfect, but you refrain. Too embarrassed by everything else to even consider it an option. Your hands reach behind you to attempt to lace up the back on your own, yet another pair are already present in their place.

When did he get so close? How did he get so close without you hearing a thing? Your heartbeat must be the only sound in your ears, that must be it.

His fingers work down your spine, tightening the dress so it fits you perfectly. Tying it off with skill you did not know he had. You feel his breath on the back of your neck. A fire begins to grow in your core.

“I was going to present you to my father tonight.” He admits, placing a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, “The ball was meant to find my bride.”

“Oh.” Those are the only words you can say when he is so close, arms enclosing around your waist. Pulling your back flush with his chest.

Only words you can manage at the revelation.

“Imagine his disappointment, more so my own when the girl I had been speaking to him about did not show.” He grunts, almost as if it hurt him. Guiding your body to stand in front of the full mirror in your room. Asking– telling you to look at yourself.

The sight is strange, yet incredible. The crown prince of the entire nation standing in your bedroom, in the maids quarters. Surrounded by squalor and chaos. Arms wrapped around a maid dressed as if she could be a queen.

You look up at him to the best of your ability, regret plastered across your features, “Prince Kim–”

“Taehyung.”

“--I’m so sorry.” He does not look you in the eyes. They stay trained ahead, not straying once from the mirror. One hand rubbing small circles into the fabric covering your stomach, the other sliding to your waist.

He touches you without care, without reason. Feeling you against him for all that it is worth.

“Actions have consequences, that is all. They can come later.” He states plainly, “For now I just wish to indulge in you.”

He brings his face down, placing it right next to yours. His hand rises, making your chin face the mirror as well.

He forces you to make eye contact with him through it, forces you to understand each of his words clearly.

“You’ll let me do that, won’t you?”

You take a deep breath, gulping down all the air you can manage. You don’t think you’ve wanted anything more.

With no more than a nod, his lips are on yours.

Spinning you around, pressing your back against the mirror. His hands cupping your cheeks with such intensity you fear they may become etched into your skin forever. Keeping your lips closed against his own.

His body cages you in, pressing entirely against you. Forming against you in perfect harmony, feeling two souls become one. Feeling each other fully for the first time– no pretence or public eye in the way to stop it.

His teeth nip at your lower lip, biting in a way that has you opening them in pain. He takes the opportunity to lick his way inside, somehow pushing even closer to your body.

Something hard presses against you and the discovery has your knees wishing to collapse.

The prince can’t possibly be this big. He simply can’t.

The kiss has you reeling, unsure of anything. Unsure of what to do at all. It is nothing like your first kiss under the cherry tree with Jungkook. That was soft and sweet, docile as two people discover something new.

This, this is nothing of the sort. It is hungry. It is a beast that has been starved, finally getting its first meal. It is intoxicating. It is needy and desperate in a way that has your fingers trying to press themselves even deeper into the glass. It has your breath being robbed. Your lifeforce wilts away to satisfy only the prince.

The groan he lets out as you finally give into him, finally allow him to take control of the kiss as arousal pools in your gut. It is one of the most deadly siren’s calls you think you’ve ever heard. One that would have any woman throwing themselves overboard for just a taste.

“Finally,” He grunts, pulling no more than a millilitre away from your lips, wetness still connecting them, “My whole life I’ve been waiting for you.” He mumbles, hungrily connecting his mouth back to your own.

Before you know it, you’re lost in the man once again. Allowing him to move you, to guide you to your bed without withdrawing from you once. Tangling your fingers into his hair, trying to make sure he doesn’t pull away. Making you drunk off of his taste, off of him.

When he kisses you like this, you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to live without him.

Your knees hit the frame of your bed and all of a sudden you're falling backwards onto its plush lining. Panting, trying to regain some of the air he stole from you.

For the first time you’re able to look up at him, to discover the mess that he has become. Cheeks red, lips swollen. Eyes dark and twisted with lust. Hair ruffled messily from where your fingers laid. Shoulders rising and falling with effort as he catches his breath as well.

He looks gorgeous and you can’t help yourself hoping this will be only a sight for you forever.

He leans down, pecking your lips once more, “I couldn’t stop myself from imagining this. Since the moment I placed an order for your dress.”

He huffs, dropping to his knees in front of you. You sit up on your elbows, face twisted into confusion as you look down at him.

God. It is too dangerous to look at him right now. You know that as another wave of heat runs straight to your core.

“Pushing up the future queen's skirt.” He groans, hands gaining purchase on your hips, pulling you down so your waist sits at the edge of the bed, “Letting myself have a taste of her while everyone else at the party danced.”

O-Oh. Oh. He sees you as, oh god.

His fingers bunch in the material of your skirt, drawing in a shaky inhale as he holds onto any drop of sanity left.

When he sees no hesitation from you, he slowly begins to push the material up your legs. Eyes trained on your own, looking to you for any sign of discomfort.

“Have her come undone on my tongue while no else was the wiser.” He groans as he finally comes face to face with your panty covered core.

Your brain moves at a snail's pace, trying to keep up with every tiny movement the prince makes. Trying to process his words while your head becomes fuzzy with your own arousal.

You feel like mush, so pliable in his grip.

His large hands slowly begin to part your thighs, to look at what he has been craving for so long when your brain catches up with you, embarrassment overcoming your being.

“Y-You can’t! I-it is dirty to do such a thing.” At least, that is what you had been taught. Though, the look in his eyes and the growl from his throat tells you the opposite.

“You could never be dirty. No part of you could ever be.” The sound he lets out is more akin to an animal than anything else, and suddenly you feel like a schoolgirl. Flustered and embarrassed beyond anything else.

The muscles of your thighs untense, the look on your face blushed and biting.

“You will let me?” He asks again, and despite your embarrassment, you nod. He is going to be king… his word is rule afterall. He wishes it, so it will happen. You could not be more pleased to oblige.

His grip on your thighs is more firm than before, blunt nails digging into soft flesh as he pries your legs apart. He lets a groan resonate from the back of his throat at the sight. Panties sticking to your center, wetness pooling just behind causing the material to almost become transparent before him.

You did not know it was possible for a man to have such an effect on you.

Without a second thought, he pushes the material down your thighs. His tongue licking a long stripe up your cunt, savouring the flavour for every cent it is worth.

He moans at the taste, not wasting a second before he dives back in. Lapping against you like it is his last meal.

A mewl leaves your lips, too many feelings crossing you at once for any of them to be worth anything.

Embarrassment, shame, fear all vanish the moment his lips wrap around your clit, sucking against the small bundle of nerves in a manner that has your back arching against the bed. Fingertips digging into the sheets to find a second lease on life.

You try to look down at him, to find him between all of your small pants of pleasure, however he is gone. Disappearing until the layers of fabric while he brings you sensations you never thought were possible.

His tongue moves like it is made to pleasure only you. Taking turns flicking your clit to lowering into your center. Licking up any bit of arousal he can make out. Trailing up once again to press flat against the bundle of nerves.

All of it has your legs kicking, your breath melting.

He is not quiet either, letting you know exactly how much he adores this. Adores the feeling of your thighs wrapped tight around his head. Adores every little sound and reaction you have to give him. Adores the taste of you on his tongue. It was only meant for him.

It feels like he has been wishing to do this far longer than you would ever know. Consuming you whole from the inside out. Causing you to become addicted, to desire him just as much as he carnally craves you.

His nails dig into the flesh of your thighs as your hips begin to rock against his face, seeking out every ounce of pleasure that he is willing to give you. Your adorable mewls and whines grow louder, peaking every time he sucks on your clit.

A coil has begun to form in your gut, feeling as though it could snap at any second. You wish you could see him, to look at his face and see the crazed gleam in his eyes. Observe the exact look on his face as he licks your cunt.

You try to picture it. Try to imagine the way he would look up at you from between your legs. The dark umber his eyes would become, the gentle circles he would rub into your thigh as you finally make eye contact.

Your walls clench around his tongue, sending a new waves of whines out of your mouth. He somehow moves faster, more precisely with every movement. Like he is able to hone in on the exact things that have your thighs quivering.

His tongue moves up, takes your small, worn clit into his mouth. Alternating between sucking against it, flicking at it, and pressing against it firm with the flat of his tongue.

Without warning, nor any reprise, one of his thick fingers is thrust into your wet heat. Filling you in a way you have never been able to do to yourself. Stretching you. And all of a sudden, you’re flying off the edge of a precipice.

“Prince Kim!” Your back arches off of the bed, head thrown back against the mattress as you let out a moan. Your hips jolt, cunt squeezing around his fingers, heels digging into the floor as you come undone before him.

He works you through it with ease and grace, finger slowly thrusting in and out. Tongue firmly planted against your clit to ride you through your high.

It would not be your last of the night. He must be gentle.

Slowly, you relax against the bed, chest heaving from exertion. He pulls away from you, standing to full height before leaning over your shaking form.

Your arousal coats his face, a sheen from his lips and chin evident against the soft yellow glow of the room. He looks down at you, concern and adoration written across his features. Though in his eyes, it appears that the beast has yet to be quelled.

He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You taste yourself against them.

“You are delicious. I wish to eat you every night until I die.” He mumbles against your lips, his knee sliding between your legs. Muscle pressing against your swollen cunt.

You try to flinch away, yet the hand on your hip keeps you in place.

He will not have you running away.

Not now.

Your cheeks flush at his words, wide eyes looking up at him like he is all that matters.

He is.

He presses his knee further against your pussy while his lips trail down the column of your neck. Urging you towards the headboard with no words spoken until your head is against the pillows.

Your arms wind their way around his neck, keeping him in place, “I-if we were married, I would let you.” You manage to speak, your voice shaky.

He only smiles in reply. Fingers digging deeper into your waist as if he is holding himself back.

“Then we shall call this practice for our wedding night.” He smiles, sitting back on his heels.

Marriage, wedding night. You allow the thought to ghost through your mind, willing it to be reality.

He smiles down at you, taking note in the way you seem to gleam at the idea. A small chuckle leaves his lips, you really are too cute for your own good.

His voice is no more than a whisper, forcing you to stay enrapt, “You will let me, right?” He asks, eyes glancing down to where his pants strain against his hips, “I wish to make love to my future wife.”

Your mouth practically waters at the sight, his hard cock pressed taught against the expensive material. You swear there may even be a wet spot where his cum has leaked through.

Your pussy clenches, wanting nothing more for him to find his way inside. For him to claim you for himself. Destroy you so no other man can have you in the same way.

You struggle against yourself for no more than a moment, but the way his hand reaches down, grips at his cock. Brushes his thumb over the surface has you moaning in want.

“Please.”

He smiles, the motion following swift. All at once his hands unbutton his pants, pushing the material down his thighs just enough for his cock to spring free. He groans at the feeling, thick length hitting his stomach. Pretty pre-cum dripping down the side.

Your eyes go wide. If you imagined him to be large before, seeing it now looked impossible. He is thick, long. Far too big to ever hope to fit inside of you.

But the desperate groan in his voice, the hungry look in his eyes only has you spreading your legs. Wishing nothing more than for him to destroy you.

One hand wraps around the base as he moves closer, the other forcing the skirt of your dress as high as it will allow. He makes space for himself in between your thighs, slotting himself in. Ready to do what he has been waiting years for.

Not yet.

He sees the hesitation in your eyes, the worry. So he leans down, planting a gentle, soothing kiss to your lips. One filled with years of time behind it.

He knows he must be careful with you. Knows all of his patience will have been worth it when he is finally able to take your virginity.

“Will it hurt?” You as quietly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close. You find comfort in him. Find a sense of safety within his eyes.

He nods in response, “Only for a little while, I promise.” He mumbles against your lips, placing a soft kiss against them once more.

He slowly rubs the fat head between your folds, coating himself in your arousal. Your hips buck slightly in response, and he can’t help but smirk.

So sensitive. So ready for him.

As much as he wants to be rough, he can’t. He can’t scare you away just yet.

He looks into your eyes once more, “Ready?” He asks, giving you one final chance to back out. You only nod your head, pulling him close, hiding your face in his neck.

His head catches on your opening with the final drag of his length through your lips. His hands practically shake in excitement, as he guides himself inside. Letting go only once the tip is buried within your walls.

He feels your teeth sink into his coat, your body burning with the stretch of him. He only has the first inch inside, yet you think it is more than you could possibly take.

A choked cry leaves your lips as he continues to slowly thrust inside. Your arms cling to him as tight as possible. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as he fills you, forming your entire body just around him. Just around his cock.

He pauses only once half of his cock is buried in your needy cunt. You feel his hand come up to caress your cheek, to bring you back down to reality from the pain you feel digging at your core. Trying to bring you some sense of comfort.

You pull back from his shoulder to look him in the eyes, expecting to see them soft. Filled with concern. Though there is nothing of the sort there.

Behind his bangs is only the look of pure insanity.

Though he tries to be compassionate, he really does.

“Are you doing okay?” His voice is strangled, coming out in only desperate cracks. He shakes, wanting nothing more than to fuck himself inside. Fuck himself deeper and deeper, until your cunt is shaped for his cock alone.

But he holds restraint. Just enough.

The way he looks at you, the way he speaks has a wave of pleasure rushing through your skin. Your walls clamp around him, tightening even more.

He is falling apart before you, because of you.

He has gone mad because of you.

The feeling only makes you want to urge him on. See just how far the prince can fall.

You nod your head, looking at him with all the affections in the world, “Don’t stop.”

He groans at your words, mind losing itself as he snaps his hips forward, forcing his cock inside until his hips are firm against your own. Teeth digging into the fragile skin of your neck.

You cry out in pain, your walls squeezing around him in shock. Pain coursing through your entire system as you are filled to the brim. Walls stretched as wide as humanly possible. The head of cock so deep inside you swear you can feel it in your lungs.

“Shit.” He groans, mouth falling open, “This pretty thing is wrapped around me so tight, lamb. So fucking tight I can’t think.”

He slowly tries to move his hips, though you only shout in response. Your legs wrap around his back, doing their utmost to keep him in place.

“Hurts!” You whine, shaking your head quickly.

Fucking hell. What is the point of a pussy as sweet as your own if he can’t use it properly?

His hand moves between your legs, growl of impatience slipping past his lips as his fingers find your clit. They work with urgency, with need. Rubbing tight circles into it, trying to get you to feel the same pleasure he does.

You whine, overstimulated. Shots fired in all directions leaving you messy and confused.

With every circle, a mewl sounds from your throat. Slowly your legs behind him loosen, the pain from before mixing with pleasure to become something wonderful. Something that has you whimpering for him to not stop.

“See?” He grunts, slowly slipping out of your heat until only the tip remains, “We were made for each other.”

He forces his cock back inside, fucking you open just for him. Only ever for him.

Your nails dig into his back, heels digging into the mattress as you moan for him. As your cunt becomes addicted to the feeling of him filling you so perfectly. Addicted to everything he has to offer.

He moves too fast, too hard for you to even hope to keep up with. Hips pistoning into you, forcing you to take everything he has to give and more. Forcing you to be the perfect little doll for him, give him all the pleasure he can want and more. White mixing with red around the base of his cock.

Your back arches off the mattress to try and get closer to him, to try and keep up with him in any hope of the sentiment. Hips trying their best to keep him as close and as deep as possible, knowing they crave one thing and one thing alone.

“Prince Kim!” You moan, yet he growls in response. A sharp slap to your thigh sounds throughout the room as his hips pause, fingers removing themselves from your clit.

“That isn’t my name to you anymore.” His voice is low, menacing in your ear. One more poke of the bear and you will be punished. “Tae–Hyung.”

He emphasises the words with a sharp thrust of his hips, one that brushes against the bundle inside of you. One that leaves you crying out for him. Clinging on to him.

“Say it.” He grunts, animalistic and desperate. Yet you’re too lost in yourself to realise how debauched he’s become. Looking less and less like a man, more like a demon come to lay waste to your soul.

That is close enough to the truth, anyway.

“Say it until it becomes the only word you know. Every question I ask, every time I fuck myself into this sweet little cunt. Your only reply should be my name.” He grabs your chin, forcing you to stare at him.

Your fucked out little features as you bob your head in compliance.

“I-I” You swallow, trying to understand his words as he pounds away at your core, “I understand!”

He smiles, almost proud of the work he has done today.

His hips only move impossibly faster, impossibly harder in a way that has that knot in your gut tightening once more.

“We’ll start simple then. What is my name?” He asks, angling his hips to press against your sweet spot with ever slight movement. Breathe panting, his mind falling deeper and deeper into the thralls of your body.

“P-Prin–” You stop yourself, a pinch coming down on your skin, “Taehyung!”

He groans, almost coming undone as he hears your name fall from your lips for the very first time. The pretty sound your voice makes with every letter.

It could be the only thing he hears for the rest of his life.

“Who are you going to marry?”

You whine, your head thrashing around slightly. He smiles. You must really enjoy the idea of that, huh?

“T-Taehyung!” You manage to stutter out again, feeling your release coming closer and closer as the seconds pass by.

“Who is the man you have fallen for?” The answer to the question is easy, especially when he is fucking into you like you’re the only woman that matters. Nothing matters except for him.

“Taehyung!” Your brain is too fuzzy to process anything else. Anything other than the way his cock fills you. Anything other than the one word he told you is your gospel.

“Who is the boy that kissed you under the cherry tree?” You don’t even know anymore.

Does any man exist beside Taehyung anyway? You doubt it.

“Taehyung!” He smiles into your neck.

“Who was the boy that was going to have you killed? That saved your life?” His words don’t process through your ears, yet you know what you are meant to say anyway.

“Taehyung!” He groans, his hips stuttering, losing their pace ever so slightly.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Taehyung!” You whine, your thighs shaking. The coil so tight you think you may just die if it doesn’t come undone in this very moment.

His breath is quiet, only a rough whisper in your ear, “Cum.”

Just as your king commands, you fall apart around him. White dots in the corner of your eyes as you clamp down around him, your legs pulling him close. A cry of his name leaving your lungs as if it is the very air you breathe.

You feel him paint the inside of your walls white, his hips stuttering– fucking himself as deep into you as he could possibly manage. If you had any sense left in your little head you would have told him to pull out, yet your brain is so high. Filled with pleasure that only Taehyung can provide.

Waves of arousal crash around you as he slows his hips, ensuring that you ride out your orgasm to its fullest before pulling away. You wish he could stay buried inside of you, just like that. Yet you doubt that would be very wise.

“Was that good for you, little lamb?” He asks, slowly helping you into a sit. You’re not sure how to properly answer– mouth feeling dry. Your head has not yet come crashing back down, though that is probably a good thing.

Facing reality is too scary right now. Especially when Taehyung is so warm. So caring as he removes your dress. Slips your nightgown back over your soiled body.

“Very…” You nod, unable to take your eyes off of him as he moves around the bed. Tucking himself back into his pants, removing his shirt and dress-coat. Placing them over the back of a chair. Neatly hanging the dress on a hook, taking care that it is not damaged in any way.

Your arms find themselves reaching out to him, trying to pull him closer to you. He smiles once he takes notice.

“Would you like me to stay the night?” It is clear he was already planning on it, but hearing the words make you smile oh-so bright.

“Yes, please.” You nod quickly, eyes already feeling tired. You did not know how he had so much energy, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Right now he is meant to be in your bed, arms around you. In fact, you become annoyed that he isn’t already.

“Alright.” He smiles, slipping next to your form. Wrapping his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible.

You feel so safe. So warm with him. So protected that you can’t stop yourself from falling asleep.

“Goodnight my lamb.”

The Kim Empire.

His home, his family, his livelihood all wrapped up in those three little words.

Yet, the only thoughts that seem to brandish his mind since the young age of 15 are about you.

When you first stumbled in front of him, carrying a tray of tea. Spilling it all over his shoes. That quick curse that left your lips before looking up at him. The wide, doelike vision you had once recognition had set in. One the realisation of error set into your bones.

He will never forget the way his heart began to race in that very moment. The way he felt a cloth of sickness overcome his whole body at the mere sight of you. Looking so serendipitous below him.

At first he thought it was hate, how silly he had been back then. Ah, the way he sent you to be killed was just funny to him now. He is grateful he talked to his mother before your execution date. Spilling his soul to her, detailing how he could not seem to remove you from his brain.

Ah, he was lucky he managed to get the letter to the executioner in time. What a pity that would be if he couldn’t. Then he wouldn’t have been able to lay next to you now. Wouldn’t be able to play with your hair, caress you like he pleases.

It is truly too bad that was not his only trial on the road towards you. It was really a pity he had to send Jungkook away. Taehyung quite liked the kid. He was fun to play with and wouldn’t shy away from his games.

But he just had to try and seduce you. Poor thing. You really were too innocent at the time. More than eager to kiss him for no reason. To give him even a peace of your heart that was meant for Taehyung alone.

He remembers as clear as day, the rage he felt as he watched your soft lips press against another mans. How terribly he wanted to go out and strike Jungkook with a sword. Of course he didn’t though, that would have scared you away. He would have hated that.

He thanks god every day he was really your first kiss, even if you didn’t know it.

Patiences was the hardest battle of all, and he will admit, he has faltered a few times over the years. Kisses stolen while you sleep, a few of your belongings robbed to keep him satiated. Mayhaps a few trips to your room in the night.

But who could blame him? He was a man in love. There was nothing that could stop him when he was so hungry for you.

Ah, and then of course his father. He wanted to separate your love as well. A maid could never possibly be suited to be queen, blah blah. He doesn’t care. And at least that fight allowed him to hug you for the first time.

God. You felt so perfect in his arms, then and now. You have always been meant for this. Meant for him.

If his father plans to keep standing in the way, he will simply have to remove him from the equation. His bonds to the man are as thick as water. He cares more for you than he possibly could anyone else.

You’ve belonged to him since you were born, anyway. If a maid becomes pregnant while working for the castle, her child becomes property of the state. Of the crown. Of him.

It only makes sense that you are meant to be with him until death. It is the path lined for you. Your fate since birth.

He knows it as his delicate fingers trace over the small patches of blood dirtying the sheets. Evidence of the hours before, of your virginity robbed. Of your promises to him.

You are bound to him by blood after all.

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