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[starbandit]

Drunken Moments (K.T.H)

Requested - Helloooo! I hope you’re doing well.. I saw your post send in reqs. Can I please request something Taehyung x f!reader smut pleeaaase?! Thank you!❤️

contains - daddy kink, spanking, drunken sex, oral (f!receiving), handjob, making out, squirting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, tae lowkey loves praising Y/N MDI!!!! 18+

word count- 1.7k/unedited

The door to the apartment was your biggest obstacle at that moment. It was the only thing standing between you, your boyfriend, and the expansive surfaces to fuck. Your hands shook as you tried to angle the key into the lock. Taehyung had already started, chest pressed to your back as he nibbled on your ear. 

“Fucking-” You groaned as the lock finally gave and you pushed through the door. “Finally.” You both drunkenly stumbled into the house and slammed the door shut. Your purse fell to the floor as Taehyung turned you around to capture you in a messy kiss. You weren’t sure if your head was spinning from the kiss or the amount of alcohol in your system, but either way, you weren’t about to stop. The two of you drunkenly stumbled back to the bedroom, giggling as you both nearly tripped over poor Yeontan.

You fell back against the plush pillows and held your arms out. “Come here,” You whined, making grabby hands towards Taehyung. A smirk painted his face as he nearly jumped on top of you, wiggling in between your legs. He began peppering kisses down your neck, nipping at the thin skin and leaving little red marks. 

You moaned at the feeling and tilted your head to the side to give him more space. “Come on, Tae. Give me more.” You wiggled your hips up, trying to get some friction. 

“That’s not my name.” He growled, biting a little harder. “Tell me my name.” 

Your stomach fluttered. A whine ripped its way through your throat as he licked up the most sensitive spot of your neck. “Daddy, please.” 

He hummed close to your ear. “Good girl.” He whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear. A shiver ripped through your body and your hips twitched up once again, searching. 

Before any words could even leave your mouth, Taehyung had you on your stomach. His hands pulled you up by your hips and pushed the tight skirt you had on to your waist. A large hand made contact with the supple skin of your ass. A low growl sounded from behind you and you arched your back a little more, exposing more of yourself to him. “I’m gonna take my time with you tonight.” He groaned. Another smack landed on your ass. He let his hand rest there for a moment before trailing down, dipping his fingers into your wet heat. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” 

You moaned and nodded into the pillows. 

Another slap. “Use your words.” 

“Yes, daddy.” You moaned. Something about dominant Taehyung did something to you. The feeling of his large hands all over you, the thought of a red handprint still on your ass hours later. You were already nearly dripping and barely anything had happened. 

“Good girl.” He praised once again. You could almost hear the smirk in his voice. “Now, let daddy play with you.” He gripped the waistband of your skirt and pulled it off with one tug. Within a second of your skirt being ripped off, you were flipped back over with your legs over Taehyung's shoulders. His tongue wasted no time in meeting your core.

“Holy shit.” Your hands flew down to tangle in his hair. The alcohol in your system was making everything ten times more sensitive and you were already feeling close from the flicks of his tongue on your clit. Taehyung hummed from his spot, hands coming up to grip your sides. Tiny pants left his mouth as he buried deeper into you, licking every spot available. 

You finally found the strength to lift your head from its place on the pillows. Boy was that a mistake. Your eyes locked with Taehyungs. The pieces of hair you weren’t holding onto were plastered to his forehead. You weren’t 100% sure if that was from you or him, or even a mixture of the two. His eyes were slightly closed, pupils blown, and glazed over. He was still licking at you as if you were his last meal. “O-oh fuck.” Your entire body tensed up, heels digging into his shoulders as your orgasm washed over you. Your entire lower half pulsated as Taehyung continued his work. You squeezed your eyes closed as stars took over your vision. 

Taehyung backed off, resting his head on your sweaty thigh as you came down. Your chest heaved as you took deep breaths. It wasn’t until your breathing returned to a semi normal pace that you dared look back at Tae. 

He had a devious look in his eyes. His head began inching back toward your heat, his breath hitting the outside of your pussy. “I-i can’t.” You whimpered. 

“You will.” He shifted your position, pulling your body closer to him and off the pillows. “I told you I wanted to take my time with you.” His mouth made contact with your heat again and you dropped your head to the pillows with a moan. 

By the time Taehyung had decided he was bored, your legs felt like jello and you weren’t sure you could form a coherent sentence. You weren’t certain how much time had passed, but it was definitely well over an hour he spent just eating you out. He had thrown his fingers into the mix at some point as well. 

“So good for me, my pretty girl.” He stroked your hair and pushed the sweaty strands out of your eyes. “Do you want to keep going?” 

Even though you couldn’t remember your own name, you knew for a fact you weren’t going to turn down sex with Taehyung. “Please, Daddy.” You whined as you lifted a shaky hand to pull him closer. 

“Anything for you.” He smiled before leaning down to kiss you. You two continued like this for a while. His hands gently caressed the softest parts of your body, over your back, breasts, hips, everywhere. You found yourself lost in the softness of his mouth. The soft lips that were slick from your wetness, the way your flavor mixed with the flavor of alcohol and mint in his mouth. It was intoxicating. Your hands found their way to the waistband of his pants. You fumbled with the button for a moment before sliding your hand in to grip his cock. 

A hiss left his lips as you made contact with him. Precum had soaked his boxers and was now dripping down your fingers as you slowly jerked him off. You set a sloppy pace, silently blaming it on the pants he still had on and the burn of alcohol in your system. Taehyung didn’t seem to mind though. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he whimpered into your mouth. 

“Fuck.” He groaned, head lolling back. His hips twitched forward into your hand as you rubbed your thumb over the tip of his cock. “Fuck, Y/N,” His voice sent tingles down your spine to your pussy. You squeezed your legs together as he continued to let out deep groans. 

Taehyung let out one last groan before grabbing your wrist, halting your motions. “As much as I love this, I would rather cum in your pussy.” He caught you in a harsh kiss before pulling your hand out of his pants. He lazily rolled off the bed and began to strip, honey skin glowing in the dim light. 

“What are you waiting for?” He questioned. You scrambled to get up and into position. You got on your hands and knees, presenting yourself to Tae. You caught the smirk on his face as you glanced over your shoulder at him. “That’s a good girl.” 

He gripped your hips as he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. Your knees sat at the edge of the bed and Taehyung slotted himself into the space between your legs. A hand came to rest on your back, pushing you deeper into the sheets until your upper body was almost completely on the bed. “That’s it…” His other hand wrapped around his cock and he began rubbing the tip along the wetness that was collecting between your legs. 

“Daddy,” You whined. “Please. I want it.” A moan ripped through your throat as he pushed into you with no warning, instantly bottoming out. He was pressed into just the right spot, one that sent waves through your tummy. You clenched around him, moaning as he wiggled a little deeper. 

“Ready, pretty girl?” He gathered your hair from around your head into a makeshift ponytail, pulling it back. “Bounce on it.” 

You rocked your body back as Taehyung thrusted, meeting him back in a messy rhythm. His hand tightened in your hair, using it as leverage to keep you bouncing on his cock. Your hands gripped at the sheets as he hit every spot, the drag of his cock causing your eyes to roll back. 

It wasn’t until he let go of your hair that your upper body crumbled into the bed. Drool slowly fell onto the sheets from the corner of your mouth as Taehyung continued to thrust into you. Everything felt so good, almost too good. Moans were pushing their way out of your throat with every thrust. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You buried your face into the sheets as a moan ripped through you. Taehyungs assault on your g-spot had finally caught up and you found your legs shaking as you orgasmed yet again. 

You pulsated rapidly around Taehyung, squeezing his cock. You could feel warmth growing all around your pussy and lower stomach, and then it happened. Warm liquid soaked the sheets, your legs, and Taehyung's crotch. A loud moan sounded from behind you.

“Holy shit.” His hips twitched forward as he released. He gave a few more thrusts, milking himself through his orgasm. “Fuck, you just squirted all over me.” 

You whimpered as he pulled out. You collapsed onto the bed, groaning at the soreness in your hips and lower back. Taehyung made quick work of cleaning you up with the tissues on the bedside table, whispering small apologies as you hissed at the roughness. 

Soon enough, he collapsed onto the bed next to you. You were feeling more coherent again, and found yourself curling up on his chest. His hand came to rest in your hair, massaging your scalp slightly. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, just soaking in each other's company. 

Taehyung was the first one to break the silence. “So… round two in the shower?”

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[shadowkoo]

Ten out of Ten

→ Summary: For the past three years, Kim Taehyung has made it his mission to annoy you relentlessly on campus, finding every possible way to drive you up the wall during your shared classes. However, as you both enter your senior year, something strange happens. Taehyung begins to sense a shift in his energy, realizing he might just have some secret feelings for you. What unfolds when you make this earth-shattering discovery too?

↠ kth x f.reader | 8.6k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, humor, college au, enemies to lovers, fratboy!bangtan

→ Warnings: explicit & unprotected sex, consensual drunk sex, shower sex, ‘revenge’ sex (all fun and games), alcohol consumption, party crashed by police, dirty talk, soft kissing, rough kissing, hard dom!taehyung, soft dom!taehyung, grinding, fingering, sloppy oral sex, cock swallowing, choking on tae’s cock, throat fucking, slight praising, begging, sense of ownership, size kink, taehyung has a huge dong, belly bulge, reader gets dicked down almost too good (if that’s a thing), breast & nipple play, riding, reversal, biting, teasing, cockwarming, creampie, cum play, cum eating, cum stuffing, spanking, choking ft. tae’s beautiful hands, pussy slapping, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, multiple sex scenes

→ Author note: Inspired by this popular post!! If you’d like to read this on ao3 instead it’s been crossposted here! As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

“This is wrong. This is so wrong.” He moans after pushing you up against his closed bedroom door, “Are you sure? Are you drunk?” You roll your eyes.

“Stop trying to talk me out of this,” you whisper while leaving wet kisses along his jawline. You’ve waited too long. There’s no way in hell you’re stopping now. Lifting your head up and looking into his eyes, you continue, “I didn’t drink that much. I want this. I want you.”

He groans and presses his lips into yours yet again. “I swear this wasn’t my intention,” he says after pulling back.

You kiss him hard, but your quick attempt to shut him up doesn’t work.

“I promise it wasn’t,” he blurts, “I was just being honest, you know the rules of the game.” He pulls you close again as his lips flutter around your neck, causing an airy sigh to escape from your parted ones.

“No more talking. Please.” You pull his face back up and let his lips harshly reattach to yours. He proceeds to kiss you, slowing down when you try to speed things up.

“I just need you to know that I didn’t plan for this to happen,” he repeats.

“Taehyung!” You whine as your eyes tell him to stop worrying about it, “Shut up and kiss me.”

“I need to hear you say it. I need to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

You pull back slightly from his embrace to tug your shirt off, “Tae please,“ you beg between kisses, the slick from your heat seeping through your thin underwear, "Just fuck me already.”

Earlier that day…

“Taehyung! You asshole!” you holler while chasing after the guy who’s currently running along the sidewalk with your history paper in hand.

You finally catch up to him by the fountain that sits at the campus’s center, watching him nervously as he jokes around, holding the most important five thousand words you’ve ever written.

“I will kill you if you get a single drop of water on that! It’s due in ten minutes!” you threaten as he tosses the stapled paper between his hands. “Taehyung, please. I was up all night writing this. It’s worth forty percent of my grade,” you beg, really hoping he’ll take a step down before anything bad happens.

“Quit freaking out, I’m not going-” his words are short-lived as a gust of wind steals the paper from his loose grip. You both watch, completely horrified, as it flutters through the air in slow motion and falls directly down into the clear water.

“Oh no. No no no. Oh my god. I swear to god that wasn’t supposed to happen! I was just teasing!” Taehyung panics as he jumps through the fountain, slipping and thoroughly soaking himself further as rushes over to your sunken assignment. He wipes away the water on his face and retrieves the soggy paper lying on the vibrant tile below. Drops of ink run off the paper, smearing the barely legible words even more.

You feel as though you've momentarily forgotten how to breathe.

“Okay. It’s okay,” you say to yourself, trying to calm down, “Everything’s fine. It’s fine. I can just head back to the library and reprint it, I’d rather be a few minutes late for class than get a zero on this.”

“Uh, hmmm, yeah…” Taehyung clears his throat nervously, scratching the back of his neck while doing so. “About that…”

“Don’t say it,” you threaten anxiously. You internally beg that what you assume he’s going to say next is not true. It can’t be. You will it not to be.

“The library closed twenty minutes ago. It always closes early on Thursdays and Fridays,” He says sheepishly with a face full of remorse, though you doubt he actually feels it.

“Great,” you huff, “That’s just fucking great.” The calmness dissipates as rage takes over your body. “I honestly cannot believe you sometimes. Will you ever grow the fuck up? We’re not freshmen anymore! You can’t just dick around like this. Wrecking each others’ projects was funny three years ago when our grades didn’t matter but we can’t keep doing this. Just-” you take a deep breath to regain some of your calmness, “Get. The fuck. Away from me.” You rip your destroyed paper out of his hands and storm off in the direction of the building where your class is held.

Maybe that was a little rude. Actually, no, it wasn’t. He deserved it. He ruined your history paper. Intentionally, too.

“I’m coming with you, I’ll explain what happened,” Taehyung persists, somehow keeping up with your angry stomps as you head to class.

“Quit following me, I’m screwed enough as it is,” you grumble, knowing that he’s trudging along behind you even without turning around to confirm it.

His footsteps slow once you reach the outside of the history department.

Maybe he finally got the message.

“Ahhh, Miss Y/N. You’re late,” your professor says as you enter the quiet classroom and try to make your way to your empty assigned seat. He stops you before you can sit, “Do you have your paper ready to turn in?”

You shamefully drop what’s left of your paper into your professors’ hands.

“Is this your submission?” he asks, holding it up with his fingers, watching as the remaining water droplets fall to the floor. Your classmates snicker as they watch the scene in front of them unfold.

Yet, just as you're about to respond, the classroom door violently swings open, instantly capturing everyone's attention in unison.

“It’s my fault,” Taehyung pants after barging in.

“Excuse me, sir, who are you? And why are you dripping in my lecture?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” you quietly seethe.

“I considered heading to my class but I just felt too bad,” he says to you before turning to your professor. “It’s my fault her paper is soaked, I mean look at me. I am too. After an unfortunate turn of events - events that neither of us anticipated - it fell in the fountain and so did I. But you can see that…because I’m wet. Wet like water wet, not like the other kind of wet. That would be weird, considering… But probably more awkward than anything though. If I’m being honest. You know, my mother taught me that honesty is the best policy. So that’s what I’m doing here. Being honest…about me…and her paper, being, uh, you know, wet…”

It's unclear who is more astonished, you or your professor. Is this really happening right now? You’ve never heard Taehyung ramble like this. If you weren’t so stunned or feeling secondhand embarrassment for him, you would’ve probably laughed hysterically.

The older man gives Taehyung a once over, his eyes peering over his reading glasses as they travel up and down the damp clothes stuck to the twenty-something’s figure. Displeased, he turns to look at the disintegrating mess of your so-called paper that’s stuck between his fingers.

“Haha, yeah…so uh, I’m gonna go now,” Taehyung says as he finger guns to the door before anyone else can get a word in, “I hope this is resolved. And um, I’m going to make sure I never sign up for one of your classes, Mr. uh, I don’t know your name. But that doesn’t matter. Trust me when I say you won’t ever have to see me again.” And with that, he exits the class with the same amount of speed as he entered.

Your professor shakes his head in disbelief. “Email me your paper once you get seated and I’ll only dock you ten percent off from your original grade, as long as you promise that won’t ever happen again.”

“Deal.”

“He did what?” your roommate’s voice echoes from inside her bedroom as she makes her way into the kitchen where you’re reheating leftovers for dinner.

“I know! I could’ve killed him. I don’t know what it is lately, but he’s been irritating me more than usual. The way he just went on and on, rambling like a complete idiot. Ugh!” you mutter while waiting for the microwave to beep. The whole situation still has you mildly irate.

Sana gives you a pointed look.

“What?” you squint your eyes at her, “What does that face mean?”

“When are you two going to realize that you’re like, in love with each other? It’s always Taehyung did this or you did that. FYI, we’re all tired of hearing about it. Girl, I adore you and your little rants most of the time, but it’s exhausting listening to you two complain about each other literally all the time. We’re in the same friend group and it’s just so obvious to us all that you guys like each other, but are just stubbornly ignoring the facts that are so obviously right in front of you.”

“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that. Dinner is done,” you say, brushing aside what you just heard. It’s too crazy to even think about.

You liking Taehyung? Taehyung liking you? Absolutely not. No way! That’s ridiculous, that’s just…almost crazy enough to be true.

The thought surprises you.

Sure, Taehyung is nice to look at. You’ve never questioned his attractiveness. But you drew the line a long time ago, knowing better than to allow yourself to grow any form of attachment to the guy who prefers to drive you batshit crazy.

It’s just easier that way. Yeah, sure, playing around and pissing each other off gives you some kind of satisfaction, but you don’t need him in your life. He isn’t that significant.

Or is he?

The more you think about it, the harder a time you have imagining your life without the messy-haired asshole who you’ve somehow grown to…love?

“Whatever, give me a bowl,” Sana says, pulling you from your thoughts before you’re able to dwell on the ‘L’ word very much. “I’m starving. And we need to eat quickly so we have enough time to get ready.”

“Oh, fuck me sideways,” you moan, annoyed with yourself for forgetting, “It’s Thursday.”

Sana’s boyfriend’s fraternity hosts a party every other Thursday night. There’s no way you’re getting out of it either, seeing as you promised her two weekends ago you’d go to the next since you bailed.

“Uh-uh! Don’t even start,” Sana warns. “You’re coming tonight whether you want to or not!”

A frat party is the worst kind of party in your opinion. Memories of the last one you attended float around your mind; wannabee rappers holding their phones by your ear so you can hear their ‘latest diss track’, girls arguing over a guy who doesn’t deserve either in your opinion, drunk couples practically fucking on the couch.

Oh, don’t forget about the pick me girl begging for attention or that guy who gets so fucking obnoxious and is willing to start a fistfight with anyone within an arm's distance. And lastly, the typical fuckboy that will say anything to get you into his bed. Yeah, frat parties are so not your thing.

But you promised Sana, and she’d hold it against you until the end of time if you didn’t go tonight.

You made a plan anyway. Show up, say hi to a few friends, have a few drinks, and disappear before anyone can notice you’ve made a run for it. Fingers crossed that you can pull it off.

The party is in full swing when you arrive, or so you are assuming since you had to step over someone passed out on the lawn on your way toward the front steps. The door is wide open, and Sana immediately spots her boyfriend Joon from across the room. His face lights up when he notices her waving dramatically and makes his way over to you two.

“She actually came? In the flesh? Y/N, is that really you?” Namjoon teases, obviously not expecting you to make an appearance.

“Hi, Joon. Good to see you too.”

“I was surprised, she didn’t even put up a fight about it tonight.” Sana giggles as soon as Joon pulls her into his arms for a sloppy kiss. You look away and scan the room, searching through the crowd of familiar yet vague faces.

“Sana! Get a room, girl!” one of them hollers, cheering her on as she shoves her tongue down her boyfriend’s throat.

She pulls back and flips off Yoongi, the culprit and one of Joon’s frat brothers, and walks further into the house, scanning the audience for tonight.

“Hey, think you could bring some of your single friends over? Preferably a random group of them with one specific person we all have in our mind. She needs to go home with a guy tonight,” she says to Yoongi as he walks over with drinks in hand for you and Sana.

Everyone seems to understand what she’s saying, other than you, who of course is oblivious yet again as to who they’re referencing.

“I heard you had a rough day,” Yoongi says, handing you one of the plastic cups with a sideways grin as you give Sana an agitated look after smacking her on the arm. But she doesn’t seem to acknowledge either and instead, smirks at Yoongi’s remark. “I have a certain person in mind. Let me see if I can find where he ran off too.”

Joon laughs knowing all too well what happened, "We’ll do our best, see you in a few.”

"Oh my god, Sana! I can’t believe you sometimes,” you whine after the guys are out of earshot.

"What? It’s not like I’m wrong! You need a good time tonight just to relax. You don’t have any Friday classes anyway so have some fun.” She shrugs her shoulders and walks away to say hi to some of her other girlfriends.

While she’s gone and the guys are hunting, you spot Taehyung leaning up against a bookshelf filled with novels you bet haven’t been touched in decades. You try your hardest to weave your way through the crowded area before he can notice you, but unfortunately, your eyes lock with his just as you’re squeezing through a group of girls you’ve never seen before. Freshmen, probably.

“What are you doing here?” you question, not even attempting to hide the annoyed tone in your voice when you feel his presence behind you.

“What do you mean, ’What am I doing here?’ I live here. What are you doing here? I thought you hated these sorts of things.”

"You live here?” you ask, ignoring his question as your head whips around. “I didn’t know you were in the same fraternity as Namjoon.”

“I didn’t know you didn’t know. Sorry?” He laughs as you take the last sip of your mystery drink. “Need another? I’m heading to the kitchen.”

“Uh, whatever you’re having,” you say. Alcohol is alcohol.

“Sure thing. Oh hey, Sana! Where’s Joon?” Taehyung asks, acknowledging that your sidekick returned, but without her significant other.

“Hey Tae, he’s in the Blue Room. Which is where I must drag you to,” she smiles devilishly, grabbing your arm to pull you away. Though unbeknownst to her, you would gladly go anywhere that’s away from Taehyung right now.

“Ahhh, is it already time?” he wonders out loud. “I’ll meet you there,” he says and leaves for the kitchen to grab drinks.

As you’re being pulled away, the only thought parading through your mind is how much you want to rip his head off for the stunt he pulled earlier, but also the multiple ways you can get your revenge on him for costing you ten percent on a paper that would have otherwise been an A+.

Sana pulls you into the second living room, the Blue Room as it’s ‘famously’ known for its somewhat derogatory, yet exclusive, activities. If you could call them that.

Only those invited are allowed to enter. You’re not sure why, but the guys take their rule pretty seriously.

You recognize nearly all of the people already in here, the majority being Namjoon’s frat brothers;

Seokjin; the one that’s always surrounded by both girls and guys. His presence easily fills the room and even without saying a single word he demands their attention.

Yoongi; the one that loves to start shit and can smell drama and sexual tension from a mile away. He knows how to push the right buttons to hear precisely what he wants.

Hoseok; the one who is always smirking about something that no one else seems to know. Not really a gossiper, but definitely knows everything about everyone.

Namjoon; the guy who everyone respects but still teases for being totally whipped for Sana. He’s a softie but can still kick anyone’s ass in mere seconds.

Jimin; the sweet one with a dark side you never want to get on. You’ve heard stories that will haunt you for a while.

And finally, Jungkook; the one who never knows what’s going on but is having a great time regardless. A happy dork who can make you laugh no matter what.

Somehow Taehyung fits into this group too, but you don’t know exactly where he stands yet.

The rest of the room consists of girls you’ve seen around campus and guys attempting to gain Seokjin’s total attention but would probably never get it. Although there are a handful of faces you haven’t seen before, which is refreshing.

It looks like everyone is getting ready to play Ten out of Ten, which is basically a drinking game to initiate party hookups, a ‘how much do you like me’ sort of thing.

To play, everyone in the room writes their name on a little piece of paper and it gets thrown into a bowl. The bowl then gets passed around and each person draws a name out of the bowl, but can’t look at the name until it’s their turn. One person starts and says the name on the paper they pulled and then rates the person a number out of ten if they would sleep with them or not. So then the person whose name was called would go next, and say who they have and rate them. Like a chain game, and you just have to say a number out of ten if you would bang them or not. It’s not really supposed to be a drinking game but somehow it’s become a tradition to take a shot after you say your rating, and especially if someone says ten out of ten - then everyone takes a shot.

Sana grabs two slips of paper and hands one to you. You write your name and hand the pen to her. ‘So much for a couple of drinks and dipping,’ you say internally, realizing that the game will last a while with this many participants. Hopefully, Taehyung remembers your drink. You’re going to need it.

You sigh and sit on the arm of the chair Sana is in as you wait for the game to start.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Taehyung walking towards you with, thank god, a rather large cup in his hand.

“I hope this satisfies your alcoholic needs,” he jokes, “I made it the same way as mine, but with a little less alcohol since I didn’t want to fuck you up a lot."

You take it from him and raise the cup to your mouth. The scent is strong, and your eyes twitch after taking a small sip. He laughs at your quiet sputtering.

“I’ll be good after it hits me. Thanks.”

"Yeah, sure. No problem. And sorry about earlier, again. I know you’ll get me back soon enough and it will be well deserved,” He grins before walking over to sit next to Jungkook.

“Alright, alright.” Jimin starts as he walks around the room with the bowl in his hands, letting everyone grab a piece of paper while he goes over the rules for the newbies invited. The bowl makes its way around the room, and everyone tosses in theirs before Jimin shakes it up and starts letting people pull out a folded piece of paper.

Once everyone has one, he sets the bowl aside, “Everyone ready?”

“Wait, I didn’t get one,” Taehyung says looking around, somewhat confused and a little suspicious. Something’s going on. He just doesn’t know what exactly.

“Oh I didn’t know you were back already, this is the last one,” Jimin says, handing him a name slip, failing to hide the evil grin on his face. “Okay, let’s get this started!”

About ten minutes into the game, you are already feeling the buzz. Whatever Taehyung gave you is pretty damn good now that you’re drunk enough to not taste the alcohol. Meaning, you’re drinking more than you’re paying attention to the game.

Needless to say, you’re a little spaced out until you hear someone say your name. You look up and make eye contact with Taehyung from across the room.

He chuckles awkwardly and sits up. “Of course,” he mutters under his breath, not-so-silently cursing Jimin at the same time.

Taehyung has my name?

“Oh, please go on. We can’t wait to hear what you have to share,” Joon grins as Taehyung responds with a death glare.

The room goes silent in anticipation of what he’s going to say, especially your shared friends. They’re watching very intently as Taehyung takes a swig of his drink and curses again.

“Ten out of ten would bang,” he announces, pausing for a quick moment to take a shot along with everyone else, but you. You’re too awe and unable to do anything but gawk at him as he continues.

“But also ten out of ten would care for you afterward, ten out of ten would let you stay over, ten out of ten would tuck you in, ten out of ten would cuddle the shit outta you in bed, ten out of ten would make sure you fall asleep okay, and ten out of ten would make you breakfast in the morning.”

You’re sure you look crazy with your eyes popping out and your jaw nearly on the floor. Everyone else’s reaction pretty much mirrors yours. Everyone except Sana who is squealing like crazy next to you. A few of the girls glare at you as the guys whoop and holler.

You’re unsure how you feel about what just happened. If it even happened. Or if you somehow hallucinated the whole thing.

Did Taehyung just confess? Does that even count as a confession? Or was he just playing along with the game? Did the room get smaller? Why the hell is it so hot in here?

You take a deep breath, remembering that everyone’s eyes are still on you since it’s your turn, and yet you’re frozen in your spot.

Do they expect you to say something before you take your turn? Do you even want to say anything? Maybe he was joking, maybe you could laugh it off. Or maybe he meant it… What if he meant it?

You fiddle with the piece of paper between your fingers before deciding to unfold it and get on with it so you can get the hell out of this small room.

“Um. Woojin, six out of ten,” you spit out as quickly as you can and immediately get up to leave. You don’t even know where you are going, just following where your feet are taking you.

You have two options; you can either leave and face the wrath of Sana when she comes home - if she comes home - or you can hide somewhere until you can come up with a better plan while you attempt to sober up. The latter is what your subconscious goes with as your body stumbles upstairs to find an unoccupied bedroom to hide out in.

The first one was not locked but definitely should have been. Thankfully you didn’t see too much of the two who you found in a compromising position, and thankfully they probably won’t remember the incident in the morning either.

Fortunately, the next room you barge into is free. After shutting the door, you lean up against it and close your eyes while you focus on your breathing. Your heart is still racing as you try to not think about what happened downstairs.

Feeling calmed down enough, you open your eyes and look around. The first thing that catches your eye is the band posters that cover the wall. Everything from Sinatra and Dean Martin, to The Doors and The Rolling Stones, to Bad Omens and Bring Me The Horizon.

Whoever this room belongs to has good taste. For being a boy's room, it’s pretty clean too. Yeah, there are clothes spewn here and there, but it isn’t any worse than the state that you left your own room in.

Sighing, you sit on the edge of the bed and cover your face with your hands.

What now?

"Yeah, sorry to ruin your moment or whatever, but my room is off-limits. If you’re gonna puke or pass out I’d rather you find somewhere else to do it.”

You lift your head to see the one and only person you did not expect to see in your current confused state standing in the doorway. “Taehyung.”

“Oh,” he says, “It’s you. How did you know this was my room?”

“I didn’t. I was hiding.” Shit, you weren’t supposed to say that.

“Oh…” he says again, shutting his door so the noise of the party lessens. He walks over to sit next to you on the bed, "I was looking for you. After you, uh, ran out.” He hesitates to see if you say anything. You don’t.

“Look,” he begins, “I don’t want to make things awkward. I know we’re friends. Sort of. When we’re not trying to murder each other and all that. But I’ve been into you for a while now and I just can’t hide it any longer. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to take you out sometime."

Once again, you’re gawking.

"Oh god, are you gonna puke or something?” His eyes are panicky as he looks around the room for something you can use in case you do.

“No! No, I just, ahh…” It’s now or never, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I am.”

"And did you mean what you said earlier?” You say, referring to his confession in The Blue Room. You try to hide how hard your heart is pounding inside your chest. Just as you would have to hide how hurt you’re going to be when he says the inevitable.

“Well…” He trails off, and you prepare for the worst.

He wasn’t serious, it was some kind of joke, you misheard him, there was another person with your name in the room-

“Hello? Are you sure you’re not going to puke? You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine, was it a lie, just for the game?” you say leaning towards his body, his inevitably doing the same. “Or were you being honest?”

“I was being one hundred percent honest. And I still am. I like you, a lot. As hard as that is for me to admit.” His hand grazes yours and rests on top of it. He was half expecting you to pull away and run out of the room but is more than happy to realize that isn’t the case. Maybe you feel something too. His eyes burn into yours as he awaits your response.

It’s hard for you to admit your feelings as well. If you weren’t both so perfectly stubborn and bull-headed, you might have made this conclusion a long time ago.

You hate to admit that. You hate being wrong.

But Taehyung doesn’t feel wrong to you. His hand on yours feels so…right.

"Good,” you sigh in relief, finally giving in to your heart. You lean in closer and lightly brush your lips against his, pulling back to gauge his reaction.

Taehyung’s breath hitches. The moment you pull away he hastily stands up and moves to his door, his back pressed flat against the wooden surface while the angel and devil on his shoulders argue.

Fuck, he wants you. But he knows you’ve been drinking. And he would never put you in this position and knows how much he would hate himself if you woke up the next day regretting your drunk self’s impulsive decision.

“Don’t do that to me, fuck. I won’t be able to resist. I want to take you out first. You deserve to be taken out on a date first,” he says, running his hands through his hair. You get up and walk towards him. “Several dates. Shit.”

“You still can. But, you know, after you fuck me*.*” Feeling confident, you take another step closer to him. And then another. Until you are pressed up against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as your lips hover over his neck. Finally, his hand grabs the side of your face, pulling you in before he unleashes his lips onto yours. Teeth, tongue, and all.

“This is wrong. This is so wrong.” He moans after pushing you up against his closed bedroom door, “Are you sure? Are you drunk?” You roll your eyes.

“Stop trying to talk me out of this,” you whisper while leaving wet kisses along his jawline. You’ve waited too long. There’s no way in hell you’re stopping now. Lifting your head and looking into his eyes, you continue, “I didn’t drink that much. I want this. I want you.”

He groans and presses his lips into yours yet again. “I swear this wasn’t my intention,” he says after pulling back.

You kiss him hard, but your quick attempt to shut him up doesn’t work.

“I promise it wasn’t,” he blurts, “I was just being honest, you know the rules of the game.” He pulls you close again as his lips flutter around your neck, causing an airy sigh to escape from your parted ones.

“No more talking. Please.” You pull his face back up and let his lips harshly reattach to yours. He proceeds to kiss you, slowing down when you try to speed things up.

“I just need you to know that I didn’t plan for this to happen,” he repeats.

“Taehyung!” You whine as your eyes tell him to stop worrying about it, “Shut up and kiss me.”

“I need to hear you say it. I need to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

You pull back slightly from his embrace to tug your shirt off, “Tae please,“ you beg between kisses, the slick from your heat seeping through your thin underwear, "Just fuck me already.”

And just like that, the switch in his mind flips.

Taehyung wastes no time lifting you, bringing your clothed center up against his. You moan into his mouth feeling his hardness pressing into you through his jeans.

Your senses tingle, from the way his hands are holding your jaw, how his scent encompasses you, the roughness of hips grinding against yours, and finally - from the way his kisses deepen with urgency as he carries you back over to his unmade bed.

Once there, he leans you down gently before hovering over your body, letting his hands run along your hips as they make their way to the front of your pants. His fingers tease the skin alongside the waistline of your checkered jeans as he frantically works to undo them, pulling them and your panties off simultaneously.

Your eyes meet as his hand slides slowly up the inside of your legs, right up to your center. One of your hands covers your mouth as his fingers weave their way through your dewy folds, and dive deep into your core.

He grins wolfishly as they curl with each small thrust into you, and soft mewls pour out from your parted mouth. “That’s it, let me hear you,” he praises as his fingers continue their divine torture.

“Oh my god, Tae,” you cry out, reaching for him as his fingers quicken. “Closer. I need you closer to me,” you pant, grabbing his shirt in the process and ripping it open, giggling unapologetically as you hear the small buttons hit the floor.

His lips close around your earlobe, sucking slightly as his fingers continue gliding in and out of you, “You owe me a new shirt.”

“Consider it payback for the fountain.”

“Payback, shmayback,” he grins while pressing his thumb up against your clit, pulling a gasp from you.

“Oh shut up already and put your mouth somewhere it matters,” you say slyly while non-so-subtly pushing his head down your torso until he understands your intention.

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes before tasting you. His tongue sliding between your folds is nearly enough to send you spiraling. And as if it isn’t enough already, Taehyung reinserts two fingers into your heat as he laps at your delicate clit, bringing you closer and closer with each lick.

The taste of your sweet center has his rock-hard member twitching in anticipation, but he refuses to rush this. He wants nothing more than for you to come all over his face.

He deserves it.

You deserve it.

Soon enough you’re shaking from your very core as the waves rip through your body. Taehyung presses your hips down as he takes all your body has to offer him.

“Holy shit,” you pant, that was undeniably one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

He releases your center with a loud smacking sound and leaves delicate kisses on the inside of each of your thighs, admiring the goosebumps he causes on your velvety soft skin, before moving upward to reattach his lips to yours in a sweet, yet needy, embrace.

Taehyung wraps his arms around you to unclasp your bra while you catch your breath, giving special attention to the soft mounds now held in his hands. Your fingers twist through his hair as his tongue decides to flick one of your nipples before covering it entirely with his mouth. He swirls his tongue around them slowly and gently biting down just enough to hold the hardened nub between his teeth.

“Mmm, I want you,” he whispers, working to undo his own pants this time.

You breathe heavily, “I want-,” the rest of the words caught in your throat as you take in his length. You never expected him to be lacking in that area, but he definitely is larger than what you had anticipated.

“Like what you see?” he smirks, rather enjoying how you gape at him.

“Yes.”

Taehyung swallows hard; your honesty turns him on even more, if that’s possible.

“First things first,” he says, pulling away to grab a condom from his nightstand. You stop him.

“No, I want to feel you. All of you.”

He looks at you quizzically.

“I have an IUD, there’s nothing to worry about. Unless this is your way of telling me you’ve got…something?”

His eyes burn into yours, and he growls “No condom then,” quickly shutting down your question.

Grabbing your hips and holding them in place, Taehyung runs the head of his cock through your damp folds, then slaps your center with his throbbing tip, teasing you once more before he sinks deep into you without another thought.

Watching the way your lower stomach fills out as he pushes all the way into you only adds fuel to his fire. Right now, in this single instant, he owns you. And he’s going to make sure you know it.

Your fingernails dig into his biceps while he stretches you out in the most perfect way, gasping when he quickly removes himself and slams back into you.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, “You feel so good baby, so much better than I could have ever dreamed.”

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper if it’s even possible. Taehyung shifts his weights and thrusts into you at a new angle, one that practically makes you see stars.

“Right there, yes. Yes!”

Biting into his shoulder when it becomes almost too much, you use your legs and push on his chest to flip him over so you’re on top, riding him at your own naughty pace.

Taehyung’s hands rest on your hips as you glide on top of him. His thrown-back head and mouthful of colorful words should be enough to prove how much he’s loving this, how much he’s loving you.

But as much as he adores watching your beautiful face twisting and turning with pleasure from below, and your perfect tits bouncing with each swift movement of your hips, he needs to be in charge right now before he loses his mind this early into the long night that awaits you both.

Whipping you around, he hovers over top of your backside and pulls your ass up against him. “Tell me you’ve never had better,” he demands while wrapping an arm around your waist as he pounds into you again from the new position. “Tell me how much you’ve needed me and my cock,” he growls into your ear with one hand moving up towards your neck.

Words are impossible at this point, your head is spinning with too many thoughts of how wonderful you feel and how hot he is in bed.

“Tell me!” he says again, gripping your neck tighter, his long fingers wrapping around your jawline.

“N-no one’s cock is better than yours,” you gasp, his pace picking with your obedience to answer just how he wanted. “No one’s,” you repeat, your eyes rolling back into your head as your insides start to coil.

He releases his hand from your neck and you forget about its whereabouts until there’s a sharp sting on your ass, that’s when you realize the sound that echoes through the room is from his hand cracking against your cheeks. “Mmm, again,” you beg, loving the after effects his spanks have on your body.

Taehyung doesn’t have to be told twice and marks you again, softly massaging the area where his red handprint remains afterward.

Your heated breaths blend as your bodies dance together on the edge, waiting to fall into perfect bliss. He flips you over one last time, wanting to face you as you come undone around him.

Taehyung leans over and nuzzles into your neck, letting his senses take over his body as he pulls you closer and closer toward white, hot pleasure.

“Oh my god!” you scream as the coil deep inside you finally snaps, sending electric sparks through your body.

Taehyung could have died and gone to heaven feeling your insides spasm and clench around him. He grits his teeth as he pumps his seed deep inside you.

His body weight falls on top of yours, energy totally spent.

You find yourself drifting off to the sound of his breathing that matches yours, and fall into a light slumber with your bodies still entwined.

The sound of sirens abruptly awakens you. Rubbing your heavy eyelids, the room flashes between red and blue as the police car lights shine through Taehyung’s second-story windows. You try to sit up but are pulled down by a heavy arm.

“Mmmm,” Taehyung mutters beside you, “Party’s crashed, it’ll quiet down again in a sec once everyone’s out.” His raspy voice tickles your neck and his hand slides down your side, resting on your hip.

A loud crashing sound followed by mumbling voices and footsteps moving outside his door wakes Taehyung up more.

“Everyone out besides residents. Time to go home!” an officer yells in the distance, and more footsteps echo as the house empties.

He sits up and listens, falling back down into bed next to you when he hears the familiar sound of the squad car door closing and driving off to find the next college party to bust.

Thinking it’s probably time to leave yourself, you reach for your shirt that’s hanging from the desk chair near his bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it time for me to go?”

“No.” He leans on a bent arm, the other reaching for you to pull you back into his warm embrace. “Do you want to go?”

“No,” you breathe.

“Then stay,” he whispers before kissing you again.

The rest of your late night together is soft and sensual, filled with loving gazes, slow movements, and shallow panting as you lay together as one.

You find yourself getting lost in his touch, every nerve in your body blazes with pure passion this time.

Taehyung whispers your name and wraps your hands in his, pulling them up above your head.

Each roll of his hips draws silky moans from your parted lips. Heat radiates from where hands gently grip your thighs as you writhe beneath him.

You claw at his back, completely and utterly lost in the pleasure as you take the plunge into another mind-blowing orgasm.

He loves how your body reacts to his touch. He loves how you squeeze around his cock, quivering uncontrollably around him as he finds his own wonderful release.

He pushes into you once more before letting himself go. Your head swirls as he fills you with his seed, while your heart pounds to the same rhythm as his.

Taehyung’s pace slows as you tremble around him, he finds it hard to quit thrusting. He doesn’t want to forget this, doesn’t want to waste a moment where he’s not buried deep inside you.

You feel the same way, feeling full in more ways than one, and your heart flutters when you make this realization. Taehyung completes you.

Once his breath returns to its normal rate, he pulls out slowly and watches in admiration as his seed leaks out from your center, dripping between your folds.

He freezes with his eyes glued to the mess he created inside of you, wanting to burn this image into his memory forever.

Taehyung gives in to his sudden urge and uses the pad of his thumb to massage your sensitive heat. Sensually, he pushes the remaining cream back into you, wanting it to stay inside you forever.

He eventually lays back down and pulls you on top of him, the exhaustion starting to set in. His lips leave precious kisses along your cheeks, jawline, and neck before attaching to yours. He sighs contently and rests his hands on the curve of your lower back, satisfied with the way your body conforms perfectly against his.

You lay there, enjoying the blissful moment until you take in what just happened. You have no regrets, Taehyung was everything. But your head is still spinning as thoughts like ‘what does this mean’ and ‘where do we stand now’ float through your brain.

Your heart rate picks up as you start to feel a small sense of panic take over. You need to clear your head and clean yourself properly. A shower. That’ll help.

You’re sweaty, sticky, and still covered in a combination of yours and his cum, yet Taehyung refused to let you roll off of him, "Stay, you’re warm.”

“I’m gross, and I could use a shower,” you say, glancing at him, “if that’s okay…”

“Yeah, absolutely,” he nods as you move off of him. He gets up, presumably grabbing you some clothes. He digs around in his dresser before pulling out a pair of clean sweatpants and a t-shirt. “Here, and there’s the bathroom.” He says pointing to the door that’s to the left of the bed, “Make sure you lock the other door, it’s attached to Yoongi’s room. I’ll join you in a few.” There’s a sudden skip in your heart as you watch him slip his jeans back on and lean down to kiss your cheek. Biting down a creeping smile, you give him one final wave before leaving his room.

Taehyung heads downstairs to grab a glass of water. The party is long over now after the bust and he steps around empty cups scattered down the steps.

As he makes the turn into the kitchen and reaches for a glass, to say that he was surprised to be greeted by Jimin and his know-it-all face would be a straight-faced lie. Exhaling, he closes the cabinet door.

“Don’t even say it,” Taehyung warns. He has more important things to listen to than Jimin’s ‘I told you so’s’.

"Say what? I have no idea what you mean…” he smirks. “Okay I lied, I told you! I totally told you she was into you. You’re welcome by the way.”

It takes Taehyung a few seconds to comprehend where his friend is going with that.

“Oh my god! I should have known. You purposely gave me her piece of paper during the game!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Don’t you have someone waiting?”

“You think you’re so sneaky, don’t you?”

He grins coyly, “Maybe just a little bit.”

Feeling the sunshine’s warmth on your skin wakes you up at daybreak. You stretch and snuggle back into the cozy bed. Taehyung is still snoring softly beside you, unbothered by the sound of the birds awakening.

You admire his face as he sleeps, while memories of your steamy shower late last night drift through your mind. He took extra care of you, washing your body head to toe, massaging your scalp as he shampooed your hair, and leaving warm kissing on your skin after drying you off. Of course, that was all after he held you against the glass wall of his shower and did more sinful things to your writhing body. Shuddering as you remember the filthy things he whispered to you while doing those things.

You ignore the heat pooling between your legs from the recollections of Taehyung’s long fingers and where he put them, among other things, and internally groan instead realizing you need to make your escape now before the rest of the house wakes. Before you’re caught.

And if Sana stayed over too, you’ll never hear the end of it.

The walk of shame is not something people typically look forward to, especially when you’re leaving a frat house of all places. It’s a double-shame kind of moment.

You have one leg over him and are almost able to touch the floor to make your great escape.

Taehyung peeks between his barely parted eyelashes and smiles slyly at how unaware you are. His arms close around you quickly just as your foot skims the floor, immediately pulling you against him so your face is only a mere couple of inches away from his.

“And where, pray tell, do you think you’re going?” he says with a gruff morning voice that sends another wave of heat to your center. Your cheeks flush pink as you squirm, feeling his morning wood along your thigh.

"Oh, um. Hi-”

“Oh don’t do that.”

“Do what?” you ask as you try to wiggle out of his arms, but his iron grip doesn’t allow for that.

“Acting all shy. Nuh-uh. Not allowed. Not after last night,” he announces, tugging you in for a quick kiss while his fingers tickle your side, which causes you to wriggle against him even more.

He lets out a groan and his hips involuntarily buck up into yours. That’s when you really feel him.

It’s your turn to grin wolfishly. “Oh, sorry about that,” you taunt as you press your center down onto him again and circle slowly before sitting up on your knees, leaving him between your legs wanting more contact, needing more of you.

“Fuck, you can’t just grind on me and then stop, baby. Please keep going,” he begs as he juts his hips up looking for some kind of friction.

Taehyung stills and moans uncontrollably as you palm his hardening length through the fabric of his sweatpants, and it’s nearly enough to make him see stars when you reach inside to feel him.

His voice shudders when you pull him out from the waistband of his pants. Your pointer finger glides along his satiny skin, across the vein popped out from your touch, and up to his tip to wipe the small, white dribble away.

“Ready so soon? Thought you’d be spent after last night,” you tease, knowing very well he’ll pounce on you at any moment once given the okay. He watches in awe as you bring your finger up to your lips to lick it clean.

“Mmmm,” you hum, “maybe I should take another taste first…” You bend down to lick along his length this time.

“Oh god,” he grunts, his husky voice full of desire.

Taehyung thanks the universe for not coming undone the second your sweet mouth encompasses his length. He pushes the hair out of your face so he can watch you bob up and down, your hands covering the lower part of his shaft that won’t fit in your mouth.

You press down into him as far as your body lets you, swallowing his hugeness with pride.

His hand grips your hair to your head still as he moves inside you. Slowly at first, not wanting to hurt you, but picking up the pace nonetheless, loving how you choke around him.

He pulls out of your mouth and you gasp for air, drool dripping uncontrollably from your swollen lips.

“Open,” he rasps, holding back until he’s able to place his throbbing head on your tongue and shoots his release into your throat with a loud moan.

His body trembles as the tip of your tongue dances along the underside of his head. He gasps when your lips close around him and you work to suck the rest out of him.

His whole body shudders when you release him, the pain of being overstimulated mixing deliciously with the pleasure you make him feel. He lets out one last breath before collapsing beside you, totally drained.

You lay in bed as the sun rises up high in the sky, holding each other as you talk quietly about whatever crosses your minds, laughing every so often when one of you disagrees with the other, all while you wait to regain the energy to start your day officially.

Meaning it’s nearly noon by the time you crawl out of bed.

“C’mon, I’ll make us something to eat. You like french toast?”

The boys on the sofa ignore you as you walk behind them on your way to the kitchen with Taehyung, or so you think they do.

“Oh yeah, just like that Tae. Oooh,” Yoongi teases once you’re out of the living room, using a girly voice that is supposed to mock yours.

“Fuck, keep going, baby.” Jimin tries to imitate Taehyung but does so very poorly. Still, the overly smug look on his face taunts you childishly.

Taehyung grabs something out of the fruit bowl and whips it at them. “Go fuck yourself with that damn banana Jimin,” he hollers, muttering curses under his breath.

Awkwardly, Jimin picks up the banana that hits him in the back of the head and frowns, “Way to ruin bananas for me. Thanks.”

“As if that’s gonna stop you,” Seokjin laughs as he comes down the steps, joining the conversation. Jimin scowls. Namjoon loses it on the recliner, laughing so hard he’s not making a single sound, which in turn causes everyone to laugh with him.

“Don’t mind them, they’ve clearly lost too many brain cells,” he tells you after lifting you onto the counter next to his workstation. He turns to grab the ingredients he needs out of the fridge, and you realize with a sense of adoration, you could get used to this.

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[teenytinyjimin]

golden (k. taehyung)

and i can see it all (in my mind)

all of you, all of me (intertwined)

i once believed love would be (black and white)

but it’s golden (golden)

summary: in which she can’t sleep, but that’s okay, because she could stay wide awake in bed forever if it meant that forever was spent with him

pairing: taehyung x reader

tags: fluff, sleepy!tae, affectionate!tae, relatively domestic but still idol!tae, somehow famous!oc

warnings: none! besides a lot of adorable sleepy fluff

authors note: i wrote this months ago on ao3 but decided to take it, rewrite it a little, and post it on here. hope you enjoy<3

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Tick. Tick. Tick.

She stared at the ceiling, the sound of the wall clock echoing throughout the bedroom. Typically she would be fast asleep at this time, considering the fact that any downtime she can get these days is time she takes advantage of for sleep. However, her life was so hectic and so scattered that her sleep schedule was quite inconsistent and messed-up. Sometimes she wouldn't be asleep until three a.m., and other times she was getting up at that time. Taehyung was a lot more used to it at this point – ten years of this kind of lifestyle really changes a person. She, on the other hand, hated it, and found herself awake at times she truly shouldn't be. This was one of those times.

Getting bored of the design of the ceiling, her head turned slightly as she sought after a better sight to look at. The sight of her lover next to her in bed, to be exact. He was fast asleep and probably would be for several more hours if she didn't wake him up. However, something within her was urging her to gently nudge him awake. Perhaps it was her very own selfishness that wanted nothing more than to be in his arms and spend quality time with him. Or maybe she just didn't want to be alone in her conscious boredom.

Turning from her back to her side, she rested her head on her arm as she gazed at him. The part of his face encapsulated by the golden morning light was glowing – his features were so soft, so beautiful. His little freckles were, at this time of day, hardly noticeable, but as someone who had spent years admiring them, she could still see each and every one. Her eyes traced his face softly as they landed upon the freckle lining the edge of his lips, her mind racing with thoughts of kissing it over and over and over. They then trailed back up to the one on the tip of his nose – again, one she could kiss an infinite amount of times. Then there was the one on his cheek, the one she did in fact kiss over and over.

She had to stop. The more she thought about kissing him, the more she actually wanted to. Oh, she wanted nothing more than to drown him in her love.

"Tae."

"Mmm."

He wasn't as asleep as she previously thought. Her voice was soft, almost inaudible, yet he seemed to have heard it as if she were yelling at him. But that was the thing – his ears were always alert, always listening for her sweet voice. Because in his mind, the only sound that mattered was the sound that came from her.

"Can't sleep." She whispered in response, tracing his face with the tip of her fingernail. He once again made another noise, turning his head so that it was buried further into his pillow. He didn't want to wake up. She knew he didn't.

"Taehyung." She said his name again, this time in full. She felt increasingly more needy. She wanted nothing more than all of him, all of his attention, all of his love.

"Mmm." He once again repeated, this time less audible. She ruffled his hair gently, letting his soft locks consume her hand. His left eye, which wasn't yet buried into the pillow, opened. She could swear she could feel her heart skip a beat as he looked at her. He was so good at making her feel like she was falling in love all over again without even trying.

"Good morning my love," she whispered oh-so-softly, giving him the gentlest of smiles. He didn't move for a moment, still staring at her, before suddenly reaching over and grabbing her. With a small squeal, she giggled as he pulled her close to him and buried his face into the crook of her neck. "Good morning, darling." His morning voice would be the death of her. He placed the softest of kisses upon the closest bit of skin his lips could find. And then another. And another. Kiss after kiss after kiss until she couldn't take it anymore and started giggling once again.

“Stoooopppp!" She whined, struggling to push him away from her. She didn't want him to stop. Finally, after a minute of struggle, her eyes met his as she noticed the small smirk on his face. God, he was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. Everything about him was perfect.

"Is there something you need?" He hummed, now propped up on his elbow. His other arm was snaked around her waist, his hand tracing shapes onto her back. She gazed at him with lidded eyes, pure bliss coursing through her veins. As she admired every last part of him, she almost completely forgot about the point of waking him up in the first place. At this moment in time, none of that mattered anymore. She just wanted to go back to sleep with him. Her brain melting with thoughts of love and adoration, she buried her face into his chest, taking in his scent.

"No," She murmured. "Nothing at all."

She barely felt the final kiss he placed on the top of her head as she quickly drifted off to sleep once again.

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[taevolu]

Parasocial [Part Two: Night to Remember] 18+

Brief Summary: she was a streamer that liked to play games for fun and to meet new people. Her fanbase was growing more and more and she loved to interact with her fans as much as possible. However, someone wanted something more than just online interactions. He wanted her, needed her and would do anything just to be with her.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader 

Genre: Smut, Thriller, Drama

Word Count: 3,984

Warnings: yandere tae, taexdom, obsessive/possessive tae, stalker, masturbation, home invasion, alcohol, drugs, rape, kidnapping, murder

Parts: Part One, Part Two

***I do not portray any of the members to act like this in real life as they do in this story, this is all fictional!***

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Taehyung looked over to his phone to check the time, 17:30, the time you usually got home from work. He saw you walk over to your front door, closing it behind you. He slowly walks over to the window that was beside the door, watching to make sure that the coast was clear of you. Once he saw you head over to the bathroom, he used the same fingerprint and slowly entered the unit. He carefully walks over to your bathroom, hearing the shower turn on. There was a small crack in the door, big enough for him to see you removing your clothes and entering the shower. He bites his lips as he watches you wash your body, eyeing your perked up breasts.

He sees you grab the detachable shower head, switching it to the jet setting. You slowly aim the water onto your clit, your body twitching at the sudden pressure. You close your eyes while leaning onto the wall of your shower, circling the water around your clit. Taehyung’s cock throbbed in his sweats, so aroused that it hurt. Taehyung continues to watch you play with yourself , releasing his cock from his pants and smoothing his pre-cum all over his dick, pumping while he hears your moans.

You were about to get out of the shower, telling Taehyung that it was time to leave his position. He quickly moved over to your gaming room, knowing that you would go straight to your room to get ready. He sees you walk through the hall to enter your room, leaving your door wide open. He sees you drop your towel onto your bed, seeing your body once again and fighting the urge to run over to grab your body, but he couldn’t do that just yet. He eyed you while you clothed yourself with a tight fitting red dress, drooling at the sight as it wrapped your body nicely.

As much as he wanted to stay and watch, he looked over to his phone to check the time, 18:20, it was time for him to finally get dressed. He waited for you to head over to another room and with timing being so perfect, you made your way back into the bathroom to finally do your hair. He slowly walks over to your front door to leave, silently closing the door to not get your attention. Taehyung found it very attractive that you masturbated often, loving how he was able to see you in action every time.

It was risky to be at your place while you were still awake but he couldn’t help himself, he was obsessed with you. He wanted to see you everyday, wanted to see every inch of you, because to him you were perfect for him. 

It was now 20:30 and you began to head out of your unit but as you were heading out, you saw a familiar figure. It was Taehyung. He was also on his way to head out. You quickly gathered your things and walked over to him.

“Hey! Nice seeing you here.” You spoke aloud which made Taehyung slightly jump.

You giggle, “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” You say.

Taehyung chuckles nervously, “It’s okay.” He looked a bit nervous.

“Are you okay?” You ask. He turns his body towards you, his eyes roaming your body then back to your eyes.

He gives a smile, “I’m okay, just a little anxious going out with you for the first time.”

“Don’t be!” You start, “I’ll make sure that we will have fun today.” You gave him a smile to reassure him as he smiled back at you.

Both of you walked up to the elevator but you remembered that earlier you invited Mael to join in as it was a night for only you and Taehyung and haven’t mentioned it to him yet, “Oh and I did invite Mael to come with us to the club. He kept annoying me at work about being ‘safe’ so I just invited him so he could shut up.” You shook your head as you were still annoyed about Mael, but Taehyung just laughed.

“It’s okay. More the merrier I guess.” He says. Taehyung was annoyed that Mael ended up tagging along as it  ruined Taehyung’s plans of having you for himself today.

Taehyung offered to drive the both of you to the club, you didn’t mind as you did plan on getting a couple of drinks to loosen up a bit from work. It was a quiet drive as you admired the city lights brightening the night. Taehyung did open up a conversation about Mael, wondering about the relationship between the two of you. But you and Mael were just best friends and had no intentions of being with each other whatsoever since you both did grow up together.

Taehyung notes, a bit of relief flushing his body as he now knows that you didn’t have any deep feelings for Mael.

After a while, the both of you finally got to the club. On the way to walking in, you see Mael sitting on one of the couches waiting for you and Taehyung. Mael looks up and finds your eyes in the crowded room, standing up to walk over to you both.

“Took you guys long enough.” He shouts to be heard over the blasting music that was filling the place.

You roll your eyes, “Loosen up dude and find yourself a girlfriend or something.”

Mael shakes his head, “I’m sticking to you guys.” You knew that Mael was trying to ‘protect’ you from Taehyung which irritated you but you didn’t want to start anything. It was your night to finally get your mind off of the stress of work.

You begin to walk over to the dance floor, Mael and Taehyung following like dogs on leashes. You start to dance and motion the two to do the same. They both looked uncomfortable and very stiff while doing so, making you laugh at the sight.

“You guys need some drinks.” You start, “Mael, can you buy us some please? I’ll pay you back.” Mael nods and leaves you and Taehyung on the dance floor.

You danced carelessly to the music, arms up while swaying back and forth, and Taehyung watches in admiration. You try and talk Taehyung into dancing with you, he hesitates a bit but slowly starts to move with you, making you giggle at his small movements. You pull him closer to you, placing your arms around his neck to manipulate his movements to yours.

“Follow my moves!” You shout. He moves his hands over to your hips and begins to sway along with you, “That’s it!”

As the two of you continue to dance, you feel Taehyung loosening up a bit under your touch. You remove your arms from his neck and turn around, your ass right in front of his crotch. You begin to give him a lap dance as he remains with his hands on your hips, biting on his bottom lips as he stares at your ass.

But the two of you were interrupted by Mael as he showed up with the drinks, “A long island for the lady and a whiskey sour for Taehyung.” You straighten up your posture and grab the drink from Mael, drinking already half of the glass.

“Slow down there y/n.” You hear Taehyung say.

“She loves her alcohol.” Mael states, Taehyung chuckles at that fact.

“Come on, drink! We are here to have fun!” You see the two men shake their heads but take a sip of their drinks.

The three of you, now with four rounds of alcohol in your systems, are dancing together with another group of people and having the time of your lives.

Taehyung decides to leave for a moment to go get another round of alcohol, whispering in your ear before he leaves. He already knew that you were already tipsy after the fourth round which led him to start his arrangement. He walked over to the bartender to order the drinks and once he did, he walked over to a corner that didn’t have much of a crowd. He reaches over to one of his pockets, revealing a bag of ketamine already in powdered form. He sprinkles the powder into your drink and mixes it in so it is unseen. He walks back to where the group was and handed you your drink and Mael’s undrugged drink. Per usual, you start to drink the glass without any care on the taste. Taehyung watches you as you dance away to the music, looking at his phone to keep track of the time the drug will start to kick into your system.

A couple of minutes in, you were already showing symptoms. Your dancing became more inconsistent, your words becoming more slurred and you started to feel a bit drowsy. Taehyung notices that it started to kick in, however, Mael runs over to you as he also sees that you were a bit off.

“Are you okay, y/n?” Mael shouts over to you. Words weren’t able to leave your mouth, only a hum to respond to the anxious Mael. Mael shakes his head in frustration as it was your fault of not being able to control your alcohol consumption. Mael walks over to Taehyung with you around his arms, holding you up so you don't fall to the ground.

“I am going to leave and bring y/n home. She had a bit too much.” Mael clicks his tongue as he sees you with your eyes barely open and laughing as you caress Taehyung’s face.

“Okay, thank you, Mael.” Taehyung responds, but he wasn’t going to stay much longer either. He watched you and Mael walk out of the club and begin to leave as well. He slowly walks over to the parking lot, waiting for Mael to start his car and leave, then Taehyung follows behind.

He watches Mael carry you into your unit as you were too unconscious at this point. Taehyung waits for a few minutes, waiting for Mael to leave your apartment. A couple seconds later, Mael leaves and heads to the elevator. This was finally Taehyung’s time.

Taehyung begins to walk to the door of your apartment, opening the door slowly as he silently walks over to your room. There you are laying on your bed, still wearing your little red dress. He closes your door shut, waking you up from the loud thud.

“Is that you Mael?” You murmur in sleepiness.

“Yeah, it's just me.” Taehyung says as he tries to imitate Mael’s voice.

You just hum in response, immediately snoring. Taehyung sighs in relief as you go back to sleep, hoping that you’re down for good.

He walks closer to you, scanning your body from head to toe, admiring your perfect body. He extends his arm to lightly caress your face, you flinched a little but it wasn’t much for you to wake up.

It was time.

Taehyung begins to lift up your dress to expose your black laced panty. He wraps his fingers around the hem of your underwear, pulling them down to uncover your pussy. He leans in to take in the whiff of your smell, a moan escaping his lips. He unbuttons his pants and quickly removes them to reveal his cock, already hard from the sight of you. He reaches in his pants to pull out a lube bottle that was inside his back pocket and opens it to apply the lube onto his cock. He positions himself, his cock now in front of your pussy. He slowly enters you, moaning from the warmth and tightness of your pussy. He begins to thrust back and forth as your pussy slowly becomes wet, your juices coating his already lubed penis. A shiver runs down Taehyung’s spine as he was waiting for this moment for a long time, to finally have you just for him.

He loved you so much.

He quickened his pace while grabbing onto your breasts, pounding into you as you moan in your sleep. He was close to his orgasm but he didn’t want to cum just yet as he wanted to savor this moment with you. He pulls out and repositions himself, his face in front of your wet pussy. He uses his hands to spread your lips apart to reveal your pink pussy, playing with it as he loved the way your pussy sounded when it was wet. He moves closer to you to lick your juices up, slurping every drop of you. He hears you silently moan, making him smile to himself as he eats you out. He gives you one last kiss on your pussy and straightens himself up to thrust his cock back into your pussy. He wished that you were awake to see you in pleasure because of him, to hear your moans filling up your room, but he couldn’t have that yet. All that matters right now is that he was able to finally feel the way your pussy wrapped so nicely around his cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good y/n.” Taehyung whispers to himself as he pumps inside you.

He starts to pump faster as he comes inside of you, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to thrust into you as he sees his cum oozing out of your pussy, creaming everywhere, the sight he wanted to see. He pulls his cock out and reaches for his phone to snap a picture of your creamed pussy.

It was a shame that you weren’t able to cum along with him but he knew that it was going to happen at some point, he wasn’t going to give up on you.

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You were woken up by the sun shining down your windows, head throbbing from the night of the club but there’s another unusual feeling. Your crotch was in pain and you felt stickiness in between your legs. You reached down to your pussy to find out what it was, only to realize that you didn’t have your panties on. You slide out of bed, your body sore from the night before, your crotch in pain for reasons unknown. You limp your tired body to the bathroom and check yourself in the mirror seeing dried cum around your pussy, you were raped. You start to panic as you couldn’t recall anything that happened the night before, regretting your decision of being wasted. You begin to think about the people you were with. You knew that Mael and Taehyung cared too much to take advantage of you, but were you right?

You suddenly hear your doorbell ring, removing you from your thoughts. You grab your robe that was hanging on your bathroom door and head to your front door. You look through the peephole only to find Taehyung outside of the door. You open the door to reveal Taehyung with your usual, a warmed croissant and a chai. You give him a weak smile, Taehyung giving you a worried expression.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” He asks with concern. Hearing his words makes you burst in tears, Taehyung welcoming himself in to lead you to your living room.

You try to speak but words weren’t able to escape, Taehyung bringing you in for a hug to comfort you in distress.

“It’s okay, y/n, I’m here.” He rubs your back as he hugs you, your body beginning to relax as you hear his soothing words.

You gently pull away, looking at Taehyung as he keeps his arms by your side, “I think i was raped last night, Taehyung.” You say, your voice cracking.

“Do you know who it was or recall anything that happened last night?” You shake your head in response, tears starting to roll down again. You feel Taehyung’s hand on your face, wiping away your tears.

“I don’t recall anything that happened last night, Taehyung. All I remember is dancing in the club.” You stutter, “Do you remember anything from last night?”

Taehyung looked to the side and sighed, “You were a bit wasted last night and Mael decided to take you home for the night but that’s all I know from there.”

Your eyes widened in realization. You start to remember a glimpse of you going back home with a man, placing you on your bed and feeling the way he used your pussy that night. You shake your head in disbelief, your head spinning from the information. It couldn’t be, right? Mael couldn’t have done this. He was your best friend for 14 years, he couldn’t have taken advantage of you.

“He couldn’t have done this to me.” You say in a whisper. Anger now taking over your body, “He couldn’t have done this to me!” You begin to yell. Your hands find their way over to your head, hitting yourself from the pain, the broken trust by your own best friend.

Taehyung forcefully grabs your arms, stopping you from continuing on, “Y/n, don’t do this to yourself.” He starts, “I know it hurts but he isn’t worth it to be hurting yourself like this.”

Your body calms down a bit as you look into Taehyung’s worried eyes, Taehyung pulling you in for another hug.

“I will talk to Mael, okay? Try to relax and rest up a bit.” He says with a hum. You nod into his chest, tightening your grip on him. Taehyung made you feel safe and you are glad to have met a man like him.

He releases his body from yours, your body cold from the lack of warmth from his body, “I will come back to check up on you later, okay?” You nod again, your head blank from words. You watch him leave your house, waving you goodbye as he closed your front door.

As he left your apartment, he smiled to himself. The plan of having you for himself was only getting started.

Taehyung walks his way to the closest hardware store, to buy plastic gloves, plastic sheets and trash bags before heading back to town. It was already 19:00, closing time of the cafe. Taehyung makes his way to the back door, waiting in a bush for Mael to make his way out. A few minutes later, Taehyung hears the door click open. A metal bat in his hands, he slowly stands up, hitting Mael unconscious. Taehyung runs his hands into Mael’s pockets to find his keys, opening Mael’s car and throwing his limp body into the trunk. Teahyung hurriedly gets into the driver's seat and drives off out of town, far enough away to kill time. By the time he gets to his destination it’s late at night, streets empty and silent, only the buzzing on the street lamps being heard.

He shuts off his headlights before going behind an old abandoned building right next to the train yard. He jumps out the car in excitement grinning to himself as he walks over to the trunk of the car, opening it to reveal Mael’s still unconscious body. Teahyung reaches to his rear beltline pulling out a knife he had bought previously and presses the edge of it onto Mael’s cheeks

“Oh how I wish you could be awake for this…” Teahyung says, heart beating rapidly 

He moves the knife over to Mael’s neck getting ready to slice, then stops himself, “I’m getting too ahead of myself… can’t leave evidence of foul play” Teahyung says to himself and chuckles.

He rushes over to the back seat of the car to put on plastic gloves and his protective coveralls to protect his clothes, then walks back over to the trunk trying his best to tuck the plastic sheet he had to catch the blood once it was over and without hesitation he cuts deep into Mael’s throat, Mael’s eyes instantly opens as he grips his now severed throat gasping for air.

Teahyung places the blood covered knife over Mael’s lips, hushing him, “It’s all over now,” He pauses, “I won.” Teahyung says in a mocking voice, an evil smirk slapped onto his face. He grabs his knife and wipes the blood using Mael’s shirt, placing it back in his beltline.

Taehyung stares at Mael’s now lifeless body lying in the trunk, “You never deserved y/n and she never deserved you.” He scoffs

Taehyng stands up straight, looking over to the empty trash bags next to him and sighs, “Now the boring part.”

Taehyung reaches over to Mael’s body, grabbing the handsaw and the plastic bags, taking everything to the abandoned building. He begins sawing off bits and pieces of Mael’s body while throwing his limbs one by one into the trash bags. He walks over to the train yard, plastic bags in each hand. He finds an empty train cart and tosses one of the bags in a cart then moves on to another empty cart tossing bags of Mael’s body parts in multiple train carts till he has no more, leaving the train yard and walking back to Mael’s car as he takes off his blood stained gloves and protective coveralls, bundling them all together in a mess. 

Teahyung walks back into Mael’s car, shoving his blood stained protective gear into a plastic bag and ties it up. He starts the car up and drives to the nearest bus station, driving in silence . He turns his way into the parking lot, sitting in the car for a moment to monitor his surroundings. He gets out of the car with the bag of evidence, walking to the nearest trash can to dispose of his things. But before throwing Mael’s phone in the trash, he decides to send you a little ‘goodbye’ message.

Goodbye Mael, you won’t be missed.

…

*ding*

You scrambled to your phone as you heard it ring in the distance, hoping that it was Taehyung checking up on you after being gone for a hours. But after seeing the name on your phone, your stomach drops. It was Mael.

[Messages]

Mael [22:31]: Taehyung and I had a talk earlier today and I just wanted to say that I am sorry for what I have done to you. You didn’t deserve to be used in any way and I regret making that decision in my life because you were one of the best people I’ve ever met. I am sad to say that I will be moving away to not make you relive that moment and to start something new. Again, I am sorry and I hope you live a happier life without me.

Your heart sank after reading the text. You were filled with mixed emotions, not knowing what to feel as you were now angry and upset about the whole situation. You sit there for a moment staring at his message before turning your phone off and tossing it aside. You begin to feel disgusted of your body, overwhelmed from the event and tired of not knowing what to really feel. You reach over grabbing your phone to message Taehyung that you needed him by your side, needing him to help you control your emotions. Moments later, you hear your doorbell ring, Taehyung in front of your door. You pull him into a hug, smelling his cologne through his shirt. In return, he wraps his arms around your body, caressing your back for comfort, making your body and mind finally relax from the situation.

“I’m glad you’re back Taehyung.” You say, your head buried into his chest. You feel him giggle underneath your touch, making you smile.

“Don’t worry, y/n. I’ll always be here with you and will never leave your side.” He tilts your chin up, making your eyes come into contact.

“And you will always be safe as long as you’re with me.”

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Writer’s note: My husband helped me write this part of the story! He wrote the murder scene and got inspiration from the show ‘Dexter’ so bless his heart for helping me because I got stumped multiple times lmao. Also, thank you for reading Parasocial as this is the last part of this story!

PLEASE do not copy, translate or post my writing on any other platform without my consent. ― taevolu🤍

Inspired by trivia-yandere and the parasocial game by chillas art

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[thvalentin]

idk man its taexreader tho

— BLUE ROCKET; thv

genre: smut straightforward

pairing: rocker!tae & groupie!reader

warnings: idk. strap in.

note: i lost half of this and stopped cause it pissed me off so bad,, i posted already saying if yall like ill finish it,, but uhm. yea it was a heat of the moment thing lol.

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taehyung's concert had just ended and you were waiting next to his dressing room... just to give him his guitar that he left at your apartment the night before simply cause he asked otherwise you would've kept it.

staring at your manicured nails you barely notice him marching towards you in his loud platform boots, leather jacket with nothing underneath and his way too tight skinny jeans, "you." he points his black polished finger at you causing you to point at yourself with wide eyes, "yea, you." he takes you by your collar and you almost drop the guitar case of the ground as he pulls you into the dressing room so rough you choke being close lined by your own shirt.

"i br-"

"shut up, take your clothes off." he growls disappears behind another door, you can hear things shuffle around, but you're stuck on his words. now you know taehyung... if you didn't do as he asked you'd have a very rough night, but even if you did he wouldn't be gentle. that's not taehyung. hes a rough lover, leaving you aching and bruised every time he touched you, but you felt so blessed when he did. you worship the ground he walks on, you would never say it out loud, but he's your sole reason for living. he's the air you breathe, the beating in your heart— you can't live without him. so you strip out of pure desire to please him. leaving only your cute little panties on. you sit on your knees and wait patiently so good so obedient just the way he likes you. you can hear him cursing stuff still being tossed around, he's obviously not had a goodnight and you need to make it better— your job clear to you now.

soon enough taehyung emerges his jacket gone, exposing his lean abdomen. he didn't have abs or anything like that, just his soft tummy with his happy trail that ran from his belly button to below the waistband of his pants— eying him as he comes towards you with a carnal desire swirling with his irritation in those dark, sinister eyes of his. his large palm conjoined to his slender long fingers caress the side of your face and you nuzzle into his touch, you can feel his heart thumping in his wrist such a soothing sensation it shoots through you, "you're going to be good for me hm?" he purrs in a low octave and you nod only to be met with a light smack to your cheek, "i need to hear you."

"yes sir," you whine, "yes, i'ill be good.." you repeat your eyes locked to his, a grin tugging on his lips as he pulls you up to meet them with yours. his hands holding at your waist— he's more greedy than usual like he's trying to eat you up, tugging and biting on your lip pushing your mouth open with his tongue forcing your jaw to slack. your eyes flutter shut, letting him consume you with his slick tongue... hands sliding down your back into your underwear to fondle your backside earning desperate moans from your swollen lips. his lips guiding their way down your jaw, sucking so hard you could feel the blood swell up before he pulls back with a pop— one of his hands, you don't know which one you're too consumed by pleasure, grab your jaw allowing him more access to the trunk of your neck before sinking his canines down earning a loud, choked scream from your dry throat, "fuck tae..." you cry your hands fidgeting restlessly at your side.

"you can touch me." he says his eyes traveling to yours as his mouth clasps around your taught nipple. its as if you've been given permission to touch god himself as your hands grab him wherever you could— pulling at his hair causing his teeth to graze against the tip of your nipple, your breath hitching as supple lips make their way back up to yours. you were already leaking with arousal soaking your panties, but when he towers over you the flood gates open, "what?" he smiles, he knows what, "you like it when i'm in your face?" he leans down his beautifully crafted face dangerously close,

"yes sir.." you whisper just before he takes your lips again hoisting you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. you can feel his warmth pressed against you, skin to skin. you love this, you love the feeling that pools inside of you when he touches you no matter how rough he is and you love him— you breathe him in so deep. you need more, holding his face with both of your hands a mixture of his and your spit concoct and dribble pathetically down your chin. you pull back both of you breathing heavy as he places you down on the black leather couch. his eyes remnant of a snake as he dips between your legs, using his teeth to tug your soaked underwear over your knees and down your calves. moving himself back up with your panties dangling from his mouth like a wild animal with a carcass, he drops them directly on your lips— taking his pointer and middle finger stuffing them in your mouth with care to make sure you're as quiet as you can get.

making his way back down he plays with the petals of your womanhood, only to bring his fingers to his nose. you can't watch him anymore embarrassed by his primal desire for you, "so fucking good..." he breathes out against your pussy pushing his nose against your pearl tucking his tongue inside of you,

"taehyung oh my god..." your legs threaten to close, but he pushes them open, placing a firm slap against one. reminding you that this isn't about you right now.

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[jxmxisvu]

Summary: Taehyung loses himself in his imagination of the perfect night with you, where on a cold winter night at his apartment, you lose your virginity to him.

Word Count: 873

Rating: M (18+, minors dni)

Warnings: Descriptions of sex/smut.

Genre: Fluff, smut. (Taehyung is so in love.)

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It was another night Taehyung invited you over late to his apartment. He loved having you here, watching you take off your shoes and let down your hair as soon as you walk in the door. It made him feel good knowing you felt so safe and at home around him, and he knew exactly how he wanted tonight to go. It was a special night.

You come in, kick your shoes off at the door. You greet him with a kiss that he’s sure to lose himself in, as he does every night. You pull away and look at him just long enough for him to admire the way your eyes sparkle before you look down at a very excited Yeontan, scooping him up in your arms. Taehyung will ask if you want a drink, although he knows what you want already; a glass of red wine.

You’ll go to the living room together, Taehyung with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hands, you with the small dog, and you’ll sit on the floor in front of the fireplace. He will open his legs so you can sit between them and lean back into him, and he’ll pour both of you a glass.

You’ll drink. You’ll talk. You’ll sink deeper into his arms as he falls deeper for you. He’ll sneak chances to press kisses to your forehead, on your hair, on your lips. He’ll find reasons to lace his fingers with yours, or pull you in as close as he can, keeping you warm from the winter night. And as the red wine buzz kicks in, and you settle into him sleepily, he’ll whisper to you that you should stay the night, begging you not to go out in the cold.

You say yes, and let him lead you to his bedroom where he’ll have you change in one of his shirts and make yourself comfortable in his bed. He’ll whisper sweet words to you as you lay next to each other, his hand gently caressing your thigh and subtly making its way upwards. He’ll be able to tell you’re feeling good, the way you melt into him and part your legs slightly.

He’ll begin to kiss you, gently at first, the way you both like. His tongue exploring yours as you open your legs to him a bit more, letting his hand crawl up to meet your center. He’ll touch you softly, applying pressure in just the right way to have you excited and ready to give yourself to him.

Then he’ll go down. Lips on your neck, your breasts, making his way down to your core. Then he’ll use his tongue, closing his eyes and pleasuring you under the sheets. One arm wrapped around your shaking thigh, the other reaching up to hold your hand, squeezing it to let you know he’s got you while you’re working through your orgasm.

He’s spreading your legs as he takes his place on top, looking down at the woman he loves in his bed. You’ll look beautiful, a halo of hair spread out on the pillow, your sparkling eyes looking up at him. He’ll lean down and press another kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he slowly slides into you. He’ll smile at the way you gasp and whimper, and whisper to you things to help you relax.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Shhh, I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

“I love you.”

The last, he’ll repeat to you in your ear as he doesn’t move, allowing you to adjust to the new fullness. His hands in yours, his face in the crook of your neck as he begins to thrust, rocking himself into you, feeling your legs wrap around him to take him in deeper.

You’ll feel every inch of him exploring you, taking him in deep. He’ll hope you can feel how much he loves you, how close he feels to you, how you have his heart completely. The way he makes love to you is tender and protective, cradling your body underneath his own, picking up the pace as the pleasure really takes over for you both.

Your deep breaths. Your moans. Your whimpers. Your whines. Losing yourself to him in the most intimate way. You’ll cum again, and he’ll hold you through it, until only moments later he’ll follow you. He’ll release into you, your body aching for his to fill you.

You’ll be so tired and spent, closing your eyes and needing him close. He smiles, knowing how you must feel, and scoops your exhausted body in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He’ll keep you protectively close to him, the vulnerability of the moment not lost on him. He’ll thank you as you lose yourself to sleep for letting him love you, for trusting him.

Taehyung’s thoughts are broken by a sweet knock on the door followed by Yeontan’s happy barks. He smiles big as he opens the door to see your pretty face peeking out from underneath a scarf. Your nose red from the cold.

“You’re so cold honey.” He says, taking your hand and leading you in. “Welcome home. Come in, I’ll warm you up.”

#taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #bts taehyung #bts fluff #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fanfiction #kim taehyung smut #kim taehyung fluff #kim taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung fanfiction #taehyung fanfics #Taehyung fanfiction #bts fanfics #bts fanfictions #bts v #v fanfic #v fanfics #v fanfiction #v fanfictions #v smut #v fluff

[mykoreanlove]

BTS

🖤 NAMJOON

my only one // from one leader to another // sexy brain wasn't having it // say you forgive me

🖤 SUGA

🏀 Ballin‘ // Tsundere ツンデレ

🖤 TAEHYUNG

for us // pushpull

🖤 JIMIN

city lights

🖤 JUNGKOOK

to you, lil kookie // One of his girls pt.2 - Choose your fate // one of his girls // on a drug case

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[guqwrvte]

if you’re still taking requests,, could i ask for a meet cute with idol!taehyung? 🥺🥺 could be any dynamic you want!! hope that’s okay <3

⨽ pairing: (soloist) idol!taehyung x reader

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: none i think of!

⨽ word count: 1305

⨽ a/n: not sure if this is what you wanted, but i tried! i hope you like it! <3

---

You looked at your phone screen as you nervously fiddled with your fingers, waiting for the call to be connected. 

You couldn't believe that this was happening. You were about to get on a call with the Kim Taehyung. 

At the start of this week, you opened Twitter to see Taehyung had posted a tweet asking fans to enter their names and contact details into a google form because he was going to call some lucky fans. He explained that the winners would be picked based on the number of their submission and the help of google's random number generator. 

You decided to take a chance and filled it in, not expecting to win... especially after the artist posted about how he received over 500 thousand submissions. 

But to your surprise, on Wednesday, you received an SMS from a staff member stating that you were one of the lucky fans to have won a video call. After checking when you were available, they asked you to be ready to call on Friday at 9 pm. 

It was seven minutes past nine, and you were sitting in your room, phone up and leaning against a pile of books as you waited for your phone call with Taehyung to be connected. 

You sighed as you glanced at your mirror, wondering if you should've dressed up a little more. Your hair was in a low ponytail, and you wore a light grey hoodie and white shorts. You weren't wearing any heavy make-up, considering how after the call ended, you were probably going to sleep. You didn't want to waste time removing heavy make-up. 

"Should I have dressed up a bit like the other fans seem to do?" You whispered to yourself.  

This was your first time going on a fan call. From what you saw from tiktoks and videos on Twitter of fans going on calls with their favourite artists, they always seemed dressed up. Either their hair looked amazing, they were in beautiful outfits, or their make-up was on fleek. Sometimes they were all three.

You were so deep in thought that you didn't realise the call connected until you heard a "Hello?"

Your eyes widened, and you turned to the screen to see Taehyung setting his phone up somewhere.   

"y/n, right?" he asked with a smile once the movement had stopped. 

As you slowly nodded, you couldn't help but notice how beautiful he looked, despite being bare-faced and in casual attire. His hair was long and fluffy, almost covering his eyes, and he wore a light grey hoodie.

"Oh! We're matching!" he giggled, pointing to his screen. "And finally, someone who won't make me feel underdressed. Everyone else was dressed in flashy and cool clothing, hair done and make-up looking fire."

"I... I thought about dressing up," you softly said, feeling shy. You couldn't believe you were talking to one of your favourite artists. 

"Well, thank God you didn't," he dramatically sighed before resting his chin in the palm of his hand. "Anyway, sorry for answering late. Did I keep you waiting long?"

"It's okay, and n-no not- not really," you stuttered, mentally cursing yourself for being like this. 

"Are you feeling nervous?" Taehyung asked, cocking his head to the side, and you nodded. "There's no reason to be! Just think of me as a friend and speak comfortably."

'That's not going to be easy,' you thought. 

"Tell me about yourself, y/n. I love getting to know about the people who listen to my music," he smiled. "If you don't want to do that, just tell me a random story."

"Uh, okay," you said, shifting in your chair. "I'll tell you a little about myself, then tell you a story."

"Sure! Go ahead."

You began to speak, telling Taehyung little things about yourself, occasionally agreeing with you on some of your likes and dislikes. 

"You don't like coffee much either?" He asked when you briefly mentioned how you preferred tea compared to coffee. 

After getting to know you a bit, you moved on to telling him random stories from your life. 

Talking to Taehyung wasn't as awkward as you thought it'd be. It didn't feel like you were talking to your favourite artist anymore... it felt like you were talking to a friend. 

You didn't realise how much time you had spent on the phone with him until your bedtime alarm rang, telling you it was half past ten. 

You and Taehyung had talked for almost one and a half hours. 

"Is someone calling you?' Taehyung asked. 

"No, uhm, it's my alarm," you told him, turning it off. "I'm supposed to be going to bed soon."

"What time do you normally go to bed?" he asked. "It's almost eleven! We've been talking for a while. 

"Eleven," you told him. "And how were we able to talk for so long?"

"The time for artists to talk to fans is shorter when they're in a group. Not to mention there are a lot more fans waiting for their call to be connected," he explained. "I have more time to talk to fans because I'm taking calls during the weekend too. You're the last fan I'm talking to for today, so there's no time limit."

"What's the longest you've talked to a fan?" You asked, wondering how much time he spent talking to others. 

"How long have we been talking for?" 

"About an hour and a half," you replied, looking at the time again. 

"That's the longest I've talked to a fan," he chuckled. "You're an interesting person, y/n. I liked hearing your stories and getting to know you a little."

It was true. 

Most fan calls barely exceeded 45 minutes because things between him and the fan were awkward (no matter how hard or many times he tried to lighten the mood), or fans were weird and crossed some lines. 

There were a couple of good and 'normal' ones, but there were more bad than good. 

"I'd love to tell you more, but I need to prepare for bed. I have a busy day tomorrow," you frowned, and a playful pout appeared on his face. 

You couldn't believe that you were the one who was ending this conversation. You really didn't want to, but you had to. 

"Aw, I was hoping we could talk longer, but I understand. When will I get to talk to you again?" He asked.

"The next time I fill in a google form and magically win a fan call," you chuckled. "And only you know when that'll be."

"T-that's- that's so far," he whined, knowing the company wasn't going to do this again for a while. 

"Until then," you shrugged. "I've really got to go. I'm so happy I got to talk to you."

"Aw, it's okay. Let me not keep you any longer," Taehyung smiled, waving. "It was nice meeting you, y/n. We'll talk again soon!"

Before you could say anything else, he ended the call. 

"I'm going to save their details on my personal phone and just message them myself," he whispered, taking out his phone.  

He enjoyed talking to you so much that he just had to save your details. He couldn't wait for you to enter whatever competition or event the company planned. 

As soon as he ended the call, you couldn't help but squeal. You talked to the Kim Taehyung, and it went way better than you thought it would. 

While you were finally allowing yourself to fangirl, a notification came in, and it was from an unknown contact. 

"Who?" you frowned, taking your phone to look at the message. 

Instead of waiting for a google form, you could've asked me to save your details! That way we don't have to wait that long to be able to talk to each other again - Taehyung ^^

#kim taehyung #taehyung imagine #bts taehyung #taehyung scenarios #taehyung drabble #taehyung fluff #taehyung x reader #taehyung oneshot #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts oneshot #taehyung request #bts requests #kim taehyung fluff #kim taehyung fanfic #taehyung fanfic #bts v #bts idol au #v fanfic

[ababybiter]

living with bangtan

when you’re the last one to move into the dorm with namjoon, jin, yoongi, hobi, jimin, taehyung and jungkook, they had their bets on what unlucky soul would have to share the space with them, but they never imagined it would be...you. 

slowburn, s2l, f2l,  fluff, smut, bts are obsessed with you <3 right now it’s bts x reader (haven’t fully decided on the main love interest, maybe whichever ship is the most popular with you guys!!!) 

PART 1

The ride to campus took an entire day, but the rain pattering on the window the whole way made up for it. It was evening by the time you reached your accommodation. It was the start of your second year at college, and you were ready to actually try and socialise this time.

The best years of your life! The phrase your elder relatives would force on you. At this point you just wanted to get through the last two years being able to call them not entirely the worst years of your life!

The ground floor of the building was almost like a small study area. The sun had gone down and the warm yellow glow of the room attacked you as you pushed wet hair from your forehead. 

“221″ You murmur, fingering the gold key in your hand. Being a freshman was so much easier, this time you were all alone, no college rep or reluctant parent to help you. 

“Oh, did you say 221?” The one guy sitting down here looked up, flicking his dark hair out of his eye. He wore a black and white striped top, a few necklaces hung beneath his friendly, boxy smile.

“Yeah, I- don’t really-”

“That’s on my floor.” He stands, quickly closing his laptop and gathering his paper and pen.

“Oh! No, please don’t. I can find it on my own...eventually.”

“It’s no trouble. I was done here anyway.” He smiles shortly, tossing a coffee cup in the bin.

“Thank you. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Ah, nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Taehyung. But you can call me V.” Distracting you with a peace sign, and ducking down to lift your suitcase.

“I’ve got it, seriously!” You paw his hand off for it.

“Fine, I’ve got this then.” He swoops down to pick up your box of things. “Wow, a record player!”

“Oh, yeah. That was my first purchase with my student loan.” You hold open the door to the stairs for him.

“I see you take your education seriously.” He jokes.

You laugh at his confidence. “I actually do. I just...never had that kind of money before in one hit, you know.”

“I’ll watch out for you then. God I hope you’re never in charge of funds for a group project.”

“Okay, enough!” You step into the elevator, scoffing. He puts down the box and presses the button to take you to your floor.

“So what are you taking?”

“Film and TV production.” You answer. “You?”

“Oh cool! We have another one of those on our floor. I’m taking Geography. Yours sounds way more fun.”

The elevator shudders and the two of you shuffle out into a hallway. 

“Be careful with the d-”

So your door has a tendency to swing open and bang into the wall, which explains the chipped paint everywhere. At least now you know.

“...door.” Taehyung smirks. 

The door beside your own swings open, a large hand catching it before it smashes into the wall. “I see the newbie is here! Well, I hear them actually. Oh!”

A tall, broad shouldered, hunk of a man in white, stands in the doorway.

“I’m so sorry!” You gasp. “V told me about the door, 3 seconds too late.”

The guy chuckles, sending a loaded glance to Taehyung. “Your name is...?”

“Y/N.” You sigh, kicking a box to wedge the door open. 

“I’m your neighbour Jin-Hyung.”

“So, Jin, I’m a big fan of the look.” You gesture to the red bows pinned to his hair. V snorts.

“Oh, right, I forgot I had these on.” He tugs at them. “I was face-timing my niece when you so rudely interrupted. She’s 8, and just worked out how to use Amazon.”

“Can she style me next?” Taehyung grins, earning a slap to the ear from Jin.

“Thanks guys for the welcome, but I have my first class tomorrow and it’s over in the new building so I should really get some rest.”

“Oh Jin, is Yoongi in?” Tae points down the hall.

“He’s not. Why?”

“Ah, don’t worry.” V looks at you, pulling the door to your room. “I’ll deal with the door.” He winks. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The next morning, after grabbing something from your suitcase to wear, you open the door and start toward the elevator. 

“Hey.” Taehyung yawns, trudging down the hallway. “My class is in the new building too. I’ll walk with you.”

He looks nothing like the studious night owl you met yesterday.

“Not a morning person, huh?”

“Don’t be mean.” He narrows his eyes, looking you up and down. “And you are?”

“I actually do a lot better than this, usually. I wasn’t as prepared as usual.”

“Uhuh.” He smirks, stabbing the elevator button. “God why can’t we have the afternoon classes?”

“Sucks to be you, most of mine are.” You grin, stepping out into the sunshine.

“Shit, I thought we could share the pain together.” 

“I’ll let you know once assignments start.”

“And, here is your class.” V walks you to a greyish green door, looking in on the early contenders.

“Thanks, where’s yours?”

“Upstairs...somewhere.” His eyes dart elsewhere, looking for someone. “Ah, there he is. Yoongi!”

A guy with blonde messy hair dressed all on black pushes himself off the wall. He stalks over, giving V a screw face. “Why are you shouting at this time?”

“Where were you last night huh?” Tae puts him in a headlock, mussing his hair up even more.

“Ah, get off my dick.” Yoongi pushes him off. “This your new girlfriend?”

“New dorm mate, actually.” You stare at him.

Tae’s eyes flicker to you calmly whilst Yoongi’s eyebrows launch off his forehead. “No way, you’re the last one?”

“Where’s Jungkook?” Tae asks quickly before you can say anything. 

“Getting me a coffee. And him too, I guess.” Yoongi shrugs, turning back to you. “So did they-”

“Alright, I gotta go. Look after her yeah?” With that, V turns and quickly walks to the exit, avoiding your gaze.

“I thought he had a class in here.” You cock your head with a puzzled expression.

Yoongi scoffs. “This building is for Film and TV only. You’re really not one for reading the terms and conditions are you?”

“What do you mean?” You turn to him softly, acutely aware of how Tae just left you with this random person.

Yoongi softens his expression, as if he now only just realised why Taehyung wants him to look after you. “You’re the only girl in our dorm, you knew that right?”

--

Being one of the early birds had its perks when it came to seating. You sat down next to Yoongi and shortly after a boy in a grey sweatshirt came striding in, two coffee cups in his hands. He passed one to Yoongi, taking a seat beside you. Yoongi watched him, taking the cup and smirk. “Hey, Jungkook, guess who I just met.”

Jungkook’s eyes dart back and forth between you and Yoongi, he doesn’t guess.

“Hi.”You smile, starting to enjoy the surprise on everyone’s faces. “I’’m Y/N. The last one.”

Jungkooks eyes continue to dart for a few seconds before he realises, they widen briefly and his part and close like a fish. “You moved into 221 last night?”

“Yeah.” Your face falls for a second. “It’s not haunted or anything right?”

“No!” Jungkook chuckles. “It’s just we all moved in pretty early, we had bets on who the last person would be. None of us had bets on them being...well, you.”

“Me? A girl?” You blink.

Jungkook hides a smirk. “Yeah, a-a girl.” He gasps. “Oh no, I would’ve got you a coffee too, if I’d known. Here have mine.” He slides his cup down to you.

“It’s fine, I’m doing better at the whole morning person thing lately. Without the caffeine.”

“Still.” He shrugs. “It’s mocha. It’s nice.” He meets your gaze.

“Well, we’re about to share our living space.” You close your fingers around the cup, brushing his as you do so. “Might as well share a coffee.”

Jungkook blushes slightly but doesn’t break eye contact. Yoongi whistles lowly and you’re about to glare at him, when you see he’s not looking at you two.

“Check out this big shot!” He beams, at an alarmingly normal volume. 

You follow his almost proud stare to the guest lecturer currently making their way up to the podium. “Oh yeah, him I did read about!” You nudge Yoongi. “Kim Namjoon. He’s here this year to talk about women in film, I have so many questions for him.”

You watch as the young man in the brown tweed blazer shuffles his papers, neatly ordering his highlighters on the stand. “I mean I guess you guys could’ve gotten this guy as your roommate.” You chuckle.

Yoongi shares a smirk with Jungkook. “You wanna tell her or should I?”

--

“Sorry I just can’t get over that I’m sharing a dorm with Kim Namjoon. Is that even allowed?” You sit opposite Yoongi in a sandwhich cafe on campus, after leaving the lecture, your dormmate Jungkook caught up with your OTHER dormmate Namjoon and the two of them headed off to do something, leaving you to have lunch with your new classmate AND household member, Yoongi.

“It’s allowed.” Yoongi laughs, biting into a baguette. “It’s not technically a student house, and he’s not technically a professor.”

“It’s just...it feels ILLEGAL. Am I allowed to ask him my essay questions at home?!”

“It’s not illegal, but...” Yoongi pauses to take in your face of awe. “Jeez, the guy’s not famous. He still pours his cereal like the rest of us.”

“First of all, it better be cereal first, and what is that logic? Second of all, this is just NOT what I had planned for my second year at college.”

Yoongi leans across the table. “And what did you have planned?”

You lean across to match him. “Not whatever it was you were doing last night.”

--

That night, you’re sitting in the shared living space with your laptop open, trying to make sense of the garbled notes you took this morning whilst processing everything that was going on. It’s then that you understand why V studies in the downstairs lobby, the high pitched songbird performing an erotic number in Yoongi’s room at the moment was highly distracting.

You’re about to bring your laptop downstairs when Namjoon walks in.

“Oh, hi, we haven’t properly met.” He walks over to you. “I’m Namjoon. I hope you’re finding things...” He side-eyes the bedrooms. “Comfortable?”

“I was- I mean I am! I’m Y/N. I, yeah, I was just trying to sort out my notes from this morning.”

“Right, yeah. Sorry if I spoke to fast, it was my first lecture.” He takes a seat at the table. “I can help you...make sense of it, if you like?”

You swallow the saliva that had gathered in your throat after watching his arm pull up the chair. “You were great! Really good. I just was a bit...distracted.” 

“No worries.” He blushes, spinning your laptop.

“Oh.” Now it’s your turn to blush, what would he think of your messy notes?

“Wow, yeah you were distracted.” He smiles. “Can I ask what was happening back there in the 7th row?”

You blink. “Uh, you saw me?”

“I saw the boys and then I saw you.” He holds your stare. “I guess I’ll do better at holding your attention next time.”

You feel your heartbeat even faster and your actually glad for the smack of someones bedroom slamming into the wall nearby. You both turn as Yoongi saunters into the kitchen, an empty water bottle in his hand. He stops in his tracks, running a hand through his sex hair.

“Oh, you guys met.”

“I would have introduced myself earlier, but Jungkook rushed me off. Sorry.” Namjoon is smiling at you again and you almost slip off the plastic chair. 

Yoongi is still standing in the room, clutching his empty bottle. “Are you studying together? Isn’t that conflict of interest?”

Namjoon laughs. “Like I didn’t add your name to the sign up sheet 2 weeks past the deadline?”

Yoongi grins at him, walking past to fill up his water bottle at the sink. “I dunno, some might say this little get together right here is...illegal.” He sends you a playful look.

“Some might accuse you of what you’re doing in there as illegal.” You gesture to his bedroom, where he’s no doubt left a very dehydrated girl awaiting his return.

“Oh angel, you have no idea.” He flips the now full bottle and goes back the way he came, but not before shooting you a wink.

You roll your eyes and turn back to Namjoon. “Where were we?”

He chuckles, looking down at the computer.

--

“So how’s your first few weeks been?” Taehyung asks you as you sit crossed legged on the grass outside the food hall. You and Taehyung had become the closest so far, not so surprisingly when he was the one that always seemed to be around. 

“Better than I expected, seen as I was put into a dorm with 7 guys.” You laugh at the chaos that has been the first week. “Speaking of, I still haven’t met Jimin and...Hobi?”

“Yep.” He twirls ramen around his chopsticks. “They’re back from their dance competition this weekend.”

“And, Yoongi, god. How do you guys stand him? How do you LIVE with him?!”

“How do we live with him.” Tae corrects. “He’s nice when you get to know him. He looks after me. He looks after the ladies pretty well too.”

You gag. “Now I know why you study on the first floor.”

“It’s not just Yoongi that brings home the opera singers you know.” He sends you a mysterious look. “At least it wasn’t him that night.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to know.”

“You just don’t wanna know if it’s your precious Namjoon that’s also a lady killer.”

“Yoongi told you about my momentary fangirl moment then.” You sigh.

Taehyung watches you and smiles. “You know he loves winding you up.”

You pretend to go back to eating, but curiosity gets the better of you. “So...who else was fucking at 5pm on a Sunday evening?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” V smirks. “Whoever it was, I’m just glad I was there to welcome you into our nut house.”

“Don’t call it that again, please.”

He winces playfully. “But Y/N.” He turns serious. “I really do hope you’re comfortable here. We are really all nice guys.”

“That’s what a nice guy would say.” You narrow your eyes.

“True.” He slaps his knee. “Damn I need a new tactic.”

You laugh, throwing a bread crust at him. He retaliates by squirting you with water.

“Taehyung!” You squeal, jumping up. He watches your eyes move towards your own bottle and is faster than you, he grabs it and throws it off towards the bushes.

“You’re an asshole.” You choke between laughter, stomping off to go and get it.

Someone gets there first. You watch as they stoop down and pick it up, before walking over to the two of you. It’s Jungkook, his long hair is parted down the middle, another light sweatshirt hiding his figure. 

“Hey! Jungkook!” You beam, but he passes you the bottle and walks towards Taehyung.

“You said we were getting lunch. I waited at the cafe for half an hour.”

Your smile disappears as V jumps up. “Oh shit, I’m sorry man. I completely forgot. I met Y/N outside the building and we just-”

“It’s fine, don’t worry. Just let me know next time yeah?” He turns and glances at you before walking off toward the path.

“Oh no.” You sit down slowly on top of the makeshift blanket you made out of yours and V’s hoodies. 

“Don’t worry, it’s my fault.” V shakes his head. “I’m a terrible friend.” He dramatically lays back on the grass for a few seconds before sitting up straight. “Let’s go buy that emo some cake.”

“Cake?” You tuck some hair behind your ear that keeps blowing out of place.

“Yeah, apology cake.” Tae jumps up and holds out a hand for you to take. When he pulls you up, a thumb brushes over yours. “Don’t worry though, okay? He’s pissed at me, not you.”

You smile softly, but the way Jungkook looked at you just now, made you wonder if he was wrong.

--

Jungkook didn’t come home that night, so the spongecake sits in the kitchen, awaiting his return. Taehyung had sent him texts, which he had replied to, in a way that Taehyung deemed ‘normal for him’. You also texted Jungkook, but the responses you got seemed blunt, and slightly annoyed.

You were staring at the messages after getting out of the shower, when a new one popped up above from Jin.

neighbourjin: i’m bored

you: hi bored, i’m y/n!

You laugh evilly at your dad joke, which earns a smack on your shared wall.

neighbourjin: stop laughing at your own joke and come play mario with me

It was something you had gotten into the habit of doing lately. Whilst, V had been a constant comfort of having someone to eat lunch with, walk between classes with, Jin had felt the emotions that came over you at night through the shared wall of your rooms. The sudden loneliness and social anxiety that had battled against you since the start of freshman year. You had refused to show anyone that side you this year, as you believe it must have been the reason you couldn’t hold a friend group before.

You don’t know if Jin had the same feelings, but you hoped you brought him the distraction and comfort he was bringing to you right now.

After playing Mario and beating him 5 times in a row, you looked up at him and poked the redness of his cheeks that only came from losing to you.

“You’re pretty when you lose.”

He turns to you with a horrified expression. “You’re a liar when you’re tired.”

“Tired from all the winning.” You kick back, lifting your legs up on his bed.

“You should get some rest.” He glances over your frame. “Jimin and Hobi are back this weekend and no doubt they’ll wanna pull an all nighter.”

“I can’t wait to meet them.” You sit up and stretch. Jin looks away from you in your white vest and shorts. “Goodnight Jin.” You lean over and hug him, smelling his soft suncream smell. 

“Goodnight, Y/N. Now go so I can practice some more.”

“Haha, you’ll never beat me!” You skip towards the door. You look once more back at him, and he winks at you in a friendly manner.

In his stretched white t-shirt and baggy shorts, you considered risking it all right there and then.

But no, you close the door and went back to your room. You couldn’t deny you had already been looking at your room mates a little too closely already, but that was one rule you had made with yourself. 

Getting with a room mate would be ultra messy. Especially, ones like them.

END OF PART 1

hope you guys like, jimin and hobi in the next part!! which ship is your fav so far??

#bts #bts x reader #jin fanfic #jungkook fanfic #namjoon fanfic #yoongi fanfic #v fanfic #jimin fanfic #hobi fanfic

[byunbhyunz]

V - “Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?"

Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

Genre: fluff, boyfriend!Taehyung

Word count: 608

Prompt: “Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”

Despite the air con blasting on maximum level, you felt heatwaves running through your body. It didn’t help a bit that Taehyung was pressed up to you, while the both of you lay on the couch. You mumbled something about hating hot summer days like this and wanting to eat ice cream and jump into a pool of icy water, but not really wanting to move your body. He just held you closer to his body, not minding that your bodies were burning. His arms circled around your waist.

“Are you really planning on killing me, Tae?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, my love can’t kill you.” He pressed a feather light kiss on your bare shoulder, and you shivered. Sometimes you wondered, how can someone be as clingy as him, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“But the heat can.”

“It won’t. I’ll fight it for you.”

You snickered as he pressed another kiss on you skin, and by the third one, you noticed the pattern he was following.

On some days, you were convinced that he loved the freckles on your shoulders and back than anything else in the world. When you left them free with low cut tops and shirts, he often traced them with his fingers; a lot of the times he did it absentmindedly.

One time, he told you they reminded him of the universe and the stars, and he could draw any constellation out of them. You on the other hand, didn’t pay much attention to them. They were just freckles, but since Taehyung loved them so much, you let him do whatever he wanted.

A sigh left your lips when he peeled himself off of you. The heat decreased just a little, but you also missed his presence next to you.

However, his absence didn’t last too long, only mere minutes. You heard him shuffle around the room, rummaging on the table and the bookshelves.

“Need some help?”

“No, I already found it.”

“What?”

“I think I saw a new constellation on you, but I’m not sure if I’m right.”

You hummed in agreement, since you knew what it meant for you. He will draw soft lines on you with a pen and take some pictures of it. And if you refuse to let him, he will pull his whole arsenal of cuteness out and try each of them on you, starting with a pouty face and ending with whining and begging you in a baby-like voice. So, this time, you simply rolled on your stomach and pulled the strings of your top down, so he could easily access your freckles.

His quiet laugh was music to your ears, as he climbed on top of you, and carefully sat on your lower back. It wasn’t too comfortable, but somehow his weight on you made you feel safer. Even the heat stopped feeling too suffocating.

Taehyung touched you with soft and delicate fingers, and pressed a kiss on both of your shoulder blades before he started to work. The tip of the pen was a little cold. You closed your eyes in content, letting him get lost in his drawing.

“Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?” You asked in a mocking tone after a while, knowing that he would cutely whine and probably hug you. You gave up on feeling cooler, and just wanted his affection. So he gave it to you.

Later that day, when you went to take a shower in the middle of the night, your voice rang through the apartment, several octaves higher than you usually sounded:

“Taehyung! You used permanent marker on me?”

#v #v fluff #v fanfic #taehyung #taehyung fluff #taehyung fanfic #bts #bts fluff #bts fanfic

[starbandit]

The World In-Between (CH. 4)

Preview: “Don’t make a noise.” A voice whispered in your ear. “They’re blind, but not deaf.” 

WARNINGS: graphic depictions of dead animals, guns, mentions of vomit, death, m*rder, zombies, slightly triggering topics

word count- 2.7k/unedited

A few weeks had passed and you had begun to grow closer with the boys as time went on. In the beginning, you tried to stay out of the way, eating as little food as possible, keeping your room and everything super neat and tidy. You didn’t want to be a burden to everyone because in the end, they were doing you a massive favor. One small slip up and you feared you would be cast out into the dense forest, left to become a monster. 

Seokjin began inviting you to help him prepare dinner. It started with him just asking you to help him turn on the sink while he was cooking one night, and soon grew into giggle fests while he showed you how to prepare different dishes. You pretended not to notice the way he would look at you, with a small smile and pride in his eyes, as you grew out of your shell around him. 

The sun was shining through the lightly lined windows, casting the most angelic glow over your tired face. Your hair fanned out over the pillow, the soft frizz framed your face. Seokjin could feel his heartbeat through his entire body as he stepped into the room. He had planned on letting you sleep for as late as you wanted, correction, needed, but when Namjoon and Taehyung said they were going out into the forest to look for firewood and maybe grab some foragable foods, he couldn’t let you miss out on the bonding opportunity. 

Seokjin slowly sat on the corner of the bed, trying not to disturb you too much. He raised his hand and gently placed it on your back, rubbing big circles over the covered skin. He couldn’t help but smile a little as your eyebrows furrowed together and you stretched out, cracking your eyes open slowly. 

“Good morning,” He greeted and placed his hand back in his lap. “There’s some breakfast in the kitchen. Joon and Tae are gonna go out soon, if you would like to join them.” 

You grunted and nodded, going out and helping them with whatever would be a better way to pay them back than sleeping all day. “Okay.” You whispered, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “I’ll come down in a few minutes, just let me get somewhat decent.” 

You groaned as Seokjin shut the door to your room and turned over, pushing your face deep into the pillows. As much as you didn’t want to get up, the promise of food and fresh air was too good to pass up. Even if it meant leaving the warm sheets you had gotten oh so comfortable in. 

You dragged yourself out of bed and to the bag that you had thrown in the corner when you arrived. You plopped down on the floor, shivering slightly at the cold wood and the feeling of it seeping through the fabric of your pajamas. You pulled out almost every article of clothing in your bag, soon opting for a basic outfit of some jeans and a large tshirt. A pair of fun socks decorated your feet, but they would soon be covered up by the boots you were going to put on when you left. 

You grabbed the small toiletries bag you had brought and dug through it. You quickly swiped on some deodorant and grabbed your toothbrush. You may be going up against zombies in those trees but you weren’t trying to have the breath of one, that was for damn sure. 

After freshening up a bit, you made your way downstairs. Jungkook was relaxing on the couch, scrolling through his phone in some sweats and a loose t-shirt. He looked up and smiled at you, giving you a tiny wave as well. You smiled back and headed into the kitchen. A small bowl of soup and rice was set out with kimchi and a glass of juice. You sat down and began to dig in.

It didn’t take long for you to eat and finish chugging the juice. You placed your dishes in the sink with the other plates and set off to find Namjoon or Taehyung. Namjoon was the first one to be found. He was sat in a chair in the corner, glasses perched on his nose and a book settled in his hands. 

“Ah, Y/N.” He peeked over his glasses at you. “Are you joining us today?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, figured I could at least learn a few things, maybe help a little.” 

“We’re just waiting on Taehyung,” He closed the book and set it on the table next to him. 

You two fell into a comfortable conversation as you waited for Taehyung to finish whatever he was doing. Namjoon told you all about his studies, the interesting data he had collected and the experiments he had conducted before everything happened. 

“Here.” A deep voice sounded from above you. You glanced up. Taehyung was dressed, in your opinion, a little too nice. A button up shirt, with the sleeves slightly rolled up, dark slacks, and heavy boots. In his hand was a black pistol with a silencer. 

“I’ve never-” You started as he placed the gun into your hand. “I don’t-” 

“You aim, you pull the trigger.” He stared. “Don’t shoot yourself or us. You ready?” 

The three of you made your way into the forest. You followed closely behind Namjoon who was picking mushrooms from the ground and mumbling about which ones were safe and which ones were poisonous. Every little noise made you jump, the crunch of the leaves beneath your feet was just loud enough to make you anxious. 

“Shit.” Namjoon stopped dead in his tracks. In front of you was a small clearing of a few small fallen trees. In the middle was a deer carcass with hundreds, maybe even thousands of flies buzzing around. Maggots crawled in and out of its mouth and eyes. The sweet stench of rotting meat filled your nose. 

“What?” You questioned softly. You tried to step next to him, but he put his arm out to stop you. 

“They did this.” 

You stared at the deer. Wild animals die all the time, no? It could have been natural. Hell, you had seen plenty of dead deer back at home, just on the side of the road. 

“Look,” Namjoon pointed at the body. You continued to stare. That is when you saw it. Teeth. There were a bunch of teeth lodged in different parts of the deer, human teeth at that. Large pieces of deer were torn out of the animal, you could see where someone had dug their fingers into the flesh and pulled out the chunks. Your heart, and maybe some bile, jumped into your throat as you continued to stare. 

“We need to go back.”

You nodded and turned on your heel, immediately stepping on a large branch the second you took a step. The crunch echoed through the forest. “Fuck.” 

Taehyung stared at Namjoon over your head. “We gotta go. Now.” He grabbed your wrist and began pulling you with him. He had a death grip on his gun, scanning the woods as he led the way back to the house. Your hand began to go numb from Taehyung gripping your wrist, you were sure you would have a bruise later. 

You froze as you heard a screech from deeper in the trees. The sound of feet sounded from all around you. It didn’t take long for it to find you. Panic rose through your body and you began to rapidly assess your surroundings. 

Namjoon and Taehyung had seemingly disappeared into thin air, leaving you completely alone in the trees. Your hands began to shake as you lifted the gun up, trying to aim for the thing that was after you. It peered through the branches and began taking steps in your direction. It turned its nose up in the air, sniffing like a dog. 

You were frozen in your place as it took steps closer to you. The smell of death washed over you. It took everything in you to not gag at the smell. As it got closer you began to notice just how decayed it was. Colorless skin was sloughing off, strips hanging down like curtains. Its eyes, or what were left of them, were somehow both milky white and seemed to be bloodshot. Maggots inched in and out of the open wounds of its cheeks and neck. Fingers were barely being held on by exposed tendons. 

Its face twitched as it stepped closer to smell you. It lifted an arm up and reached out towards you, a deep groan leaving its throat. You watched as the fingers dangled and shook in the movement. 

It only took a second for more to appear around you, almost as if the original one had summoned them. They were all in varying stages of decay, some crawling out of the bushes and some that looked like they could have been alive yesterday. Was this how you went out? After all the days, weeks, however long it had been. Alone, in the woods, after stupidly following a stranger to a mansion in the middle of nowhere? 

You nearly screamed as a hand wrapped around your neck and covered your mouth. A broad chest met with your back, the warmth seeped through your thin clothes. You were almost positive they could feel your heart beating through your skin, your entire body heaving with deep breaths out of fear.

“Don’t make a noise.” A voice whispered in your ear. “They’re blind, but not deaf.” 

You nodded, eyes wide as you watched the creatures begin to stumble around, still sniffing the air. The original one seemed to be controlling whatever the others did. You weren’t sure if you were seeing things right though. 

“Aim the gun.” Taehyung whispered. “The middle one is the one you want to shoot.” He placed his hands over yours, correcting the angle. He cocked the gun. “You just need to pull the trigger.”

Your hands shook under Taehyung’s. He gripped your hands a little tighter, steadying your shot. You placed your finger over the trigger and prepared to shoot. The original zombie had stopped wandering in circles and was now standing with its back to you. 

“Aim for the brain.” 

You nodded and took a deep breath. You pulled the trigger. Your entire world slowed down as you watched the bullet zoom out of the gun and straight in front of you. 

The zombie's head exploded onto the tree in front of him. Black and red goo splattered instantly as the body crumbled to the floor. You watched as chunks of rotten, maggot infested brain slid down the tree. You gagged and hunched over as bile rose in your throat and out your mouth. 

Taehyung chuckled from behind you and rubbed your back. “I did the same thing my first time.” 

You wiped your mouth as you stood up. There goes the breakfast Seokjin had made for you. The first thing you noticed when you stood up was that all the zombies had fled, every single one was gone.

“W-where did they go?” You questioned.

“You killed the hive brain.” Taehyung motioned to the crumpled body next to the tree. 

Hive brain? What the hell did he mean by that? You had so many questions, but none of them made their way out of your mouth. You continued to stare at the body for a bit longer before Taehyung nudged you. “Come on, can’t stay here all day staring.” He began to set off into the woods and back towards the house. 

You took a deep breath and trailed after him. “Sorry…” You whispered to the body. There wasn’t much left of the thing, no no, the person's head, just a pile of goo and rotting flesh. You felt sick looking at it but swallowed down the sour taste and rushed off. You shivered at the thought, you had just killed someone. Someone who, at one point, had a life. Maybe a family, kids, a partner. A whole life just gone. 

Taehyung hummed quietly as you followed behind him. The image kept replaying, the way the body instantly crumbled, the brain splatter, the sound. You sighed in relief as the house came into view. It was almost over. 

Namjoons boots were sitting inside the door when you walked in. A sense of relief washed over you, thank god he made it back safe. You don’t know what would have happened if he didn’t. You were almost positive Yoongi would find a way to blame you, and you would probably end up like the creature you had just brutally murdered. Was it really murder if they weren’t fully alive though? 

Taehyung reclaimed the gun he had given you the second you stepped back into the house. He made quick work of locking the doors and sliding the metal shutters back down. He gave you a pat on the shoulder before sauntering off, going deeper into the house and leaving you with your thoughts once more. 

You left your mud soaked boots on the mat next to the door. You still felt sick, the smell of death felt like it was stuck on you. The sickly sweet scent of the deer, the rotting meat and flesh from the creature, everything was stuck on you. Your hair, your skin, your clothes, you needed out, and fast. 

You rushed through the living room, ignoring Hoseok and Jungkook as they tried to say hello. You nearly tripped going up the stairs. You rounded the corner, nearly running into Yoongi on your way. You paused for a moment before trying to mutter a quick apology. You tried to move by him, but the second you took a step, Yoongi blocked your path. 

“I told you to stay out of the way.” He grumbled. “You nearly got Namjoon and Taehyung killed.” He stared down at you, his eyes piercing your soul. He leaned down next to your ear, your entire body tensing up as his breath hit your exposed skin. “If I had my way, you would have been gone before you even got into this house. Don’t forget that, little one.”

You shoved past Yoongi, pushing his body back with all the force you could muster and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you. You clicked the lock before bracing yourself against the sink, head dipped down. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, a seemingly impossible task at the moment. 

You didn’t recognize yourself when you looked in the mirror. Your hair was disheveled, frizz creating a messy halo around your head. Your skin had drained of all color, leaving you a sickly gray color. Your eyes were dark, teary, and sunken in. You gasped for a breath as you got closer to the mirror. 

What was happening to you? You felt like a monster, you had killed someone and almost gotten your saviors killed in the process. Sure, it was in self defense, something to save yourself, but was that a selfish decision? You stared at yourself until your face started to distort in the mirror, transforming before your eyes into some horrifying creature. 

You hiccuped as the image continued to distort before your eyes, bile rising up in your throat as you stood there. It burned your throat as you dropped next to the toilet, head in the bowl. A sob left your mouth as you threw up, sweat beading on your hairline.

Once you were positive it was over, you stood up and flushed. A shower was in order. You turned on the shower water and went to rinse your mouth and brush your teeth while the water warmed up. You brushed your teeth until you spit blood, and stripped down to get in the shower. 

The hot water burned your skin and left hot red marks all over your body. You scrubbed the skin, the smell of death, off until it hurt. The steam of the shower was thick and hard to breathe in, but you didn’t care as you stood under the scorching water. You felt the burn on your skin as you stood alone with your thoughts. Were you truly any better than them? Or were you both just trying to survive?

#this has been in my drafts for MONTHS #zombie au #bts au #bts zombie au #bts fanfic #bts writing #yoongi au #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #suga au #suga fanfic #taehyung au #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #v fanfic #namjoon au #namjoon fanfic #seokjin fanfic #seokjin au #seokjin x reader #bts x reader #my writing #the world inbetween

[taebearlover07]

Bad Girl Punishment

The following slides might contain 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄, do not interact if uncomfortable  

Pairing: Step-daddy!Kim Taehyung x Step-daughter!Fem!Reader

Genre: Rough Smut

Summary: You bunked your school in the morning and went to club with your friends. Everything was alright until your step-daddy, Taehyung found out your doing. Him as your guardian, he made sure you never do such thing again  

Warnings: Rough sex, Dom!Taehyung, Sub!reader, spanking(very must), clit slapping, pussy spanking, pinching, degradation, name-calling(Slut, whore, Yn calls Tae daddy), using of toy(vibrator), punishing, sobbing, crying, blowjob, face-fucking, etc.

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Imagine you getting spanked by your stepdaddy after he found out that you bunked your school and went out with your friends to a club. You lay half-naked, nude from the bottom as he spanks your ass raw. Each powerful slap makes you cry out. Tears spill down your face as a whiney apology escapes your lips at every spank he laid “I’m sorry daddy!” You cried out but all your wails went in vain as he continued to lay harsh spanks on your ass “I don’t think you are sorry baby. Apologise properly then maybe I will think to forgive you” He said in a cocky tone, continuing his painful assault on your ass. “I am r-really sorry d-daddy! I-I promise I’ll n-never break any s-school rule! I’ll study like a g-good girl!” You screamed, completely exhausted from his painful torture but he just continued his assault on your ass. “Hmm?” “Yes-ah!” Before you could complete your sentence he laid another harsh smack on your ass “Daddy asked you a question baby, answer him, you don't want to make daddy mad now, do you?” He said as his finger moved down to your leaking pussy, despite his harsh treatment on your ass, you couldn't help but feel wet down there. He fakes a gasp as he felt your wetness on his finger  “Oh! You are enjoying your punishment too, such a slut of a baby I have! Aren’t you a slutty whore baby?” He rubbed your wetness before laying a harsh smack on your pussy lips “N-no, I am not-” you tried to say but couldn't as he spanked you again on clit “Oh baby, you are lying to your daddy now, such a bad bad girl, don't worry daddy is gonna put some manners in your” He pushed you down on the couch. Pushing your face down on the couch and raising your ass high up in the air. He pulled off his belt and tied your hands behind your back, you whimpered in disapproval “P-please, n-no tying up d-daddy” He just ignored your whimpering. He pulled you up to his chest by your hair making you scream from pain “You are in no position in asking favours babygirl, just take what I fucking give you!” He laid a harsh smack on your pussy, you wanted to wiggle away from the torture but couldn't. He pushed your face down on the couch and said “Don’t dare to move from this position, got that?” He applied a bit more pressure on your neck making you choke out a yes. He hummed before walking away somewhere. You sat in the same position for a while, not daring to move until he returned. 

You felt him pull you up as he tied a blindfold onto your eyes. Making sure that the blindfold is tight enough he again pushed your face back on the couch. You lay quietly on the couch until to felt him rub something on your entrance making you wiggle away, already knowing what that thing was “N-no! No d-daddy!” You tried to get away from that devilish vibrator but he forcefully held you in one place and pushed the vibrator into you. “I said you to stay fucking still! Can’t you understand one fucking command properly?!” He said before pinching your nub hard, tears collecting in your eyes as he continued to pinch your nub “I want you to keep that vibrator in your slutty hole and don’t cum until I allow you, got that?” “Yes, daddy!” You screamed due to the pain in your sensitive part. “Good” He said as he finally left your sensitive nub and moved somewhere in the room. You wanted to ask him where he is going but before you could question him you felt the vibrator come to life, its harsh vibration making you see stars. You were too much in pleasure that you didn’t hear him removing his clothes and kneeling in front of you. You didn’t understand anything until you felt him kneeling in front of you with his cock tip rubbing on your lips “Open” He commanded and you obeyed like a good girl, opening your mouth for his huge cock. You begin to take him slowly, taking him from your mouth but he grips your hair and shoves his dick inside your mouth making him groan loudly. He pulled himself out before showering himself again in your mouth. He repeats this action for a while before slowly starting to thrust in your mouth in a rhyme, you unconsciously move your tongue around his cock making him moan loudly. 

“Fuck yes! That’s like a good girl” He moans out and starts to thrust faster “Such a good little slut for me” His grip on your hair tightness as he continues to thrust harder into your mouth “My pretty little cum dump”. Pulling his cock out of your mouth only to slap it on your face a few times before harshly showering it back in your mouth. “Oh, fuck!” He curses as his tip met with the back of your throat making you gag and push his cock  “Fucking take my cock in that mouth, slut!”. Tears streamed down your face as he thrust hard in your mouth, you clenched your walls tightly around the vibrator as you felt yourself near. “Don’t you dare to cum, whore, not until you make me cum” He said, he stopped his thrusts for a while and kept his cock in your mouth.  He moved his hand behind to rub your clit making you whimper in disapproval only to get muffled around his cock. He moaned feeling your whimpers around his cock. He moved his sinful fingers from your clit before thrusting his cock again in your mouth “I am gonna cum babygirl, be a good girl and swallow” He says before cumming in your mouth, pulling out of your mouth before making sure you swallow his cum. He removed your blindfold to reveal your tear-streamed doe eyes “P-Please can I c-cum, daddy?” You sobbed making him smirk. He hummed before saying “No, you won’t cum today, that’s your punishment” He pulled out the vibrator from your hole making you sob loudly “N-no, I am sorry, daddy!” He didn’t reply and just removed his belt from your now red wrists. You continued to sob as he pulled you up in his arms towards the bathroom to clean you up. After this incident, you made sure to never disobey your daddy or make him mad.

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THE END

THANK YOU FOR READING

#taehyung smut #taehyung scenarios #idol taehyung #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung smut #taehyung #taehyung fic #bangtan smuth #bangtan x you #bangtan fic #bts #v #v scenarios #idol v #v x reader #v fanfic #v x you

[geoulz]

dearest, you said. | upcoming series

“to be or not to be, we are always one in this chaos we call humanity.”

PAIRING ↳ kim taehyung x reader

GENRE ↳ renaissance era, 16th century au, smut, fluff, angst, slowburn

RATING ↳ mature/18+, themes of violence, death and abuse

SYNOPSIS ↳ being the daughter of the royal monarchs is something to be grateful for, but you didn’t choose life of royalty; nor did you want it. what happens when you’re stuck in the position as the princess, obligated to live out a path that has already been paved out for you? well, you find other ways to escape stealthily; living as a princess by day, peasant by night. you just weren’t expecting to meet the towns most wanted while doing so.

CHAPTER ONE COMING SOON

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[taevolu]

Masterlist

These stories are labeled 18+!!! So PLEASE if you are a minor, do not read or follow whatever is being said in those stories. And PLEASE read through the warnings, if you are triggered or dislike any of what is listed DO NOT read. Also, I do not portray any of the members to act like this in real life as they do in my stories, remember, these are all fictional! THANK YOU!!! ―taevolu🤍

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Jungkook ―

― The Boss [Ongoing]  ❘ Part One ❘ Part Two ❘ Part Three ❘ Genre: Smut

Hatred from the beginning, lust in the end. You are an obedient worker with a demanding boss. Will this end with benefits or love?

― Bad Decision [Coming Soon] Genre: Smut

It disgusted you that you were attracted to him but your body needed him, and he felt the same. We just can not get caught.

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Taehyung ―

― Parasocial [Completed] ❘ Part One ❘ Part Two ❘ Genre: Yandere & Smut

she was a streamer that liked to play games for fun and to meet new people. Her fanbase was growing more and more and she loved to interact with her fans as much as possible. However, someone wanted something more than just online interactions. He wanted her, needed her and would do anything just to be with her.

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[thvalentin]

TURN ON THE LIGHTS; thv moodboard

"turn on the lights i'm looking for her too"

lowercase intended

starstruck taehyung makes it his sole mission to have the girl deejaying the rave end up in his arms by the end of the night,

pairing: raveboy!thv x dj!oc (cupid)

genre: smut; slight??angst (hypersexual mc); fluff (cause thv loves her so much); pwp (porn w plot cause it be like that)

warning?: afabmc, bad grammar lol, unedited, shit lead up(?), they are strangers to lovers very quick lol, hypersexual(they fucklike rabbits lol) head (f; receiving), tae is hung lmao, hes kinda stalkerish but not really, mc does not stand on bidness, unprotected sex, creampie (no babies thats gross..), dirty talk(mainly taehyung,, yeah.), cursing, spit(?), multiple orgasms, slight exhibition (THEY ARE OUTSIDE!), missionary, riding, mindbreak(she really loves taehyung's dick)

THIS AINT NO RATED PG SHIT...

THIS SHIT RATED... MF,,, PORN (no minors, thv don't do that)

☆★

"alright motherfuckers, put your hands up for this shit and turn the fuck up!" the angelic girl exclaims into the mic hyping up the already overzealous crowd. her headphones hanging halfway off her head as she caresses the soundboard her head bopping while she does.

she in her zone, her safe space which she definitely needed after the week she had. her girlfriend leaving her cause her stamina is too much for her was not on her radar for the week, but shit happens. luckily for her friend made sure to have her booked at busy rave after rave for this weekend and this was the biggest one of the three and her last one. so far nothing out of the ordinary had happened at any of them, but tonight her intuition told her to keep her eyes peeled. maybe it was the location it was kinda shady after all, but that wasn't new for her— perhaps its the ebony haired boy with the pretty eyes that had been boring holes through her all night that had her on edge.

"cupid am i tripping or has he been watching you all night?" her best friend says close to her ear earning a shrug from the focused girl, "you should go see whats up with him girl! he's fine as fuck.." she nudges her friend who shoots her a side-eye, "come one girl!" she shakes her, "i can take over up here, plus maybe he'll make you feel better about kayla." cupid's entire body goes stiff and she takes her hands off the board, throwing them up and backing off.

"and on that note i'm taking my break..." the girl goes to take off her headphones putting them on her friend who shakes her head,

"i'm serious cup," she puts her hand on cupid's shoulder only to get shrugged off. how could she think the best way to get over getting dumped about her sex drive is to have more sex? the girl sighs, stepping down from the platform getting swallowed by the crowd. squeezing between the sardine packed sea of bodies failing to notice the ebony man close behind like a tiger on the prowl. looking around cluelessly searching for a spot to get a drink, blinded by the flashing multicolored lights every time she looked too far up, guarding her eyes with her hand as she finally emerges on the other side. a waft of cool autumn air smacking her in the face causing goosebumps to pop up all over her arms, coming to a realization she should have worn more fur than what she had on her feet. her arms falling down to her side as she still had the found what she was looking for. ready to just turn around and give up on her drink, she turns on her heels and that's when she sees him again.

taller than she thought he was, even prettier this close, why is he so close? she thought. "you-"

"been watching you." he says before she can continue earning a nod from the disoriented girl, "i love how you mix..." he smiles, his perfect veneers poking out a warm feeling stirring in the girl's stomach, how beautiful she thinks to herself, crossing her feet anchoring her weight on her back leg forcing her to lean away from the mysterious man standing in front of her, "you're so divine... the way you carry yourself on stage is mesmerizing." cupid can feel a fever rush up her cheeks a smile threatening to break through her hard exterior, "i wonder if you can keep it up underneath me."

surely she had her wits about her, but the way he stares at her with those dark eyes like he'll devour her any moment now caused a fuzzy feeling to coil in her nether region. this was her problem— see it didn't take much to get her going, but it took everything to make her stop. she knows she should walk away, not letting her friend's words live in her head and cause her to stray from her path to fixing her issue. but the closer he gets the harder it is to do the right thing, his presence daunting as he hovers over her frozen frame. her mouth lays agape words failing to follow, "your name cherie." his honied baritone voice says more as a demand than a question.

"cupid.." it rolls off her tongue as his hand slithers up the shaft of her neck a sweet hum escaping her pretty glossed lips, the man's eyebrows turn up a look of carnal desire painting his chiseled face as his thumb drags across her bottom lip smearing the gloss— his eyes trailing up to meet hers hooded and far away.

"how perfect," he smiles, "taehyung." he emits lowly his eyes scanning the entirety of her face, "what do you want with me, hm?" he asks as if he didn't approach her first— the girl's eyebrows knit together and she nuzzles herself into his hand against her blazing cheek. what did she want with him? why did she always get like this? her body tenses with need, absolutely soaking her panties that border on leaking as she looks at him with a look one should never give a stranger, "i'm not a mind reader cher, come on tell me what is it?" his voice mocks her state tapping his palm against her cheek trying to kickstart her.

"i want- no i need you to use me." that's what she needs, its what she always needs. how could she be shamed for something so simple, so human?

"mmm" taehyung hums, nodding to himself as he takes her hand dragging off behind the stage, the rhythmic bass matching the tempo of the beating in her hungry cunt. so comfortable with this stranger, the lack of judgement because he obviously wants what she does, to use her till she passes out. her hopes high as he hoists her up on the ledge, dipping between her craning legs making space for his broad shoulders to sit comfortably between them. his long fingers hooking under the band of her all too short shorts tugging them down her long legs. she's embarrassed, her wetness on display through the obvious wet patch on her cute little panties— the tip of his finger rubbing over the sensitive slit causing the girl to shudder and look away a hand over her mouth. he circles through the thin fabric avoiding her begging clit her anticipation through the roof as his sultry bedroom eyes meet her shy ones. slipping past the pathetic garment his finger fussing through the folds sliding around with ease— she's so wet stupid wet, he hadn't even done anything yet.

the man could feel his shaft lengthening in his pants, amazed by her desire, he wants to satiate her with more than she can take, "your little pussy is so eager, yea? you want me to stretch you out? fill you full, cher?" he coos, teasing a finger at her entrance watching her greedy hole clench around nothing, a deep chuckle escaping his lips— his tongue swiping against her opening earning a lewd, touch starved mewl from the girl above. his hips bucking up as he pulls away, "be a good girl and stay still." he demands his playful tone lost as he brings his tongue back into contact with her yearning cunt, delving his tongue deep inside earning the sweetest moan. he needed more, his nose nudging against her pulsating bud curling his arms under her thighs pulling her closer forcing her to lay flat on her back. almost animalistic as he pulls his tongue from her saccharine pool, nipping at her clit feeling her writhe under him. his long tongue lapping at her wetness letting none out it go to waste suckling at her.

her pleasure so immense making her soft brown eyes roll to the back of her head as he tucks two of his digits inside of her— curling deep to find her sweet spot a loud whine jolting out of her throat. she could feel her high coming, but she wanted to hold out clenching tight around his fingers triggering him to suck harder, move his fingers slower fucking her slow and deep edging her on as her back arches off the platform, "come on baby, give it to me." he looks up, the look on her face so pleasing to him, "i want you to look at me when you cum all over my fingers," taehyung voices, loud and clear, the girl nodding not behind able to voice anything coherent in-between her moaning. anchoring herself up on her elbows locking eye's with taehyung as he tickles the sponginess of her g-spot sending her over edge, immediately collapsing back down as he fucks her slow through her high, "good fucking girl..." his voice stammers, his fingers retracting from her messy pussy covered in cum and spit.

taehyung stands up, preying on the girl before him hovering over her. his arm looping behind her shoulder pulling her in for a hungry kiss making her taste herself, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth as she wraps her legs around him. she wasn't satisfied, but taehyung isn't done with her— pulling away to undo his pants pulling his cock out of his boxers. cupid's eyes going wide at the sight of the long, thick shaft with an angry red head. curved just a bit as it springs against his stomach, something deep inside her unlocks causing her wetness to sop out of her pulsating pussy, "you want this cock baby? want it deep inside that pretty cunt, yea?" he slips and slides it between the petals of her nether region, earning soft groans— "tell taehyung what you want cher." he tilts his head to the side, annoyance running through the helpless girl. he knows what she wants, how unfair to make her beg when she's already this desperate.

"fuck me, please taehyung..." how shameful of her to beg a complete stranger to do such a thing, but she didn't care she needed him to split her in two.

"how polite, anything for you sweet girl." he complies, pushing his head past her entrance with a loud squelch. she'd never had anything as big as him inside before, the fit tight forcing grunts out of taehyung as eases his shaft deep into her. damn near folding her in half, but she doesn't mind blinded by the pleasure and quiet pain of being stretched so wide, "fuck..." he moans bottoming out inside of her. she borders on another orgasm just from his entrance as he sits with his dick pressed against her cervix. slowly he starts to pull out just to his tip before jolting his hips forward,

"oh fuck," she cries out so short, in shock a wave of the most delicious pleasure reverberates up her spine straight to her head making her delirious, "please, please..." she begs so whiny, so desperate, clawing at his back. taehyung nods, pulling back again pushing inside her so rough, "oh god..." she brinks on sobbing, grabbing at him finger pads going white with pressure as she slams so good into her. his veiny arms border on each side of her for leverage as he fucks his shape into her, ruining her for anyone else. her little pussy sucking him in with every stroke begging him to come back and nest deep inside grazing her sweetest spot. his arms moving from the sides of her head gripping at her love handles for the most control. broken sobs leaving her mouth that couldn't keep shut, she'd never been used to well before— in love with the way he makes her feel as he stomach starts to ache with another high on the way, his name spilling out of her mouth uncontrollably warning him she was about to break. tightening around him which he didn't even think was possible causing him to arch over— the sound of skin on skin so indecent, but it turned the two on right along the slick that gathers around the base of his shaft as white cream; evidence of just how much she loves his dick.

"cum all over it, look at you, nasty girl." taehyung laughs watching the girl go crosseyed driven crazy by his long deep strokes as she topples over crying out his name, letting those around know just who turned her into this cock crazed bitch, "get up." he demands her, impatience reaching for her wrist to switch positions putting her on top, "you can do this for me right?"

cupid nods expeditiously, moving her shaking body to mount taehyung like the good girl she is, "attagirl..." he praises caressing her blazing face as she sinks onto him. somehow he feels even bigger like this pushing into her cervix, so greedy she thinks about how good his cum would feel pouring into her as she wines her hips, "such a good girl."

"im a good girl," she repeats breathlessly, mindlessly bouncing on his pretty cock, white hot pleasure blinding her all the while taehyung pushes the minuscule bikini top out of his way to pinch at her nipples with supple fingers, his voice going hoarse as he can feel his release coming jerking his hips losing the rhythm , soft hands sliding down her waist to sheath himself inside her filling her full almost too full, "inside please, please i need your cum," the filth seeps out pathetically as she creams all over his cock, never this happy before as she smiles drunk with pleasure

"cum for me please, one more time," he begs grinding her painfully sensitive clit against his stomach right below his happy trail, giving him what he wants she tightens around him falling over onto his chest, "fuuuck cher..." he drags out releasing his hot seed taught against the young girl's womb, earning the most god forsaken sound out of her yet— fucking her through bordering on overstimulation as she starts to twitch, but he wraps his arms around her waist so she can't run placing sweet kisses on her pouty lips quieting her cries, "its okay baby..." he whispers against her lips, her face scrunched up as taehyung slowly pulls out his softening cock, bringing her in closer;petting her head, "you're so beautiful," he says, "you were so good." he assures her staring at the fucked out girl through long lashes, barely able to keep her eyes open. he smiles at her so sweetly, going to get up earning a whine from her as she reaches up for him, "i'm not going anywhere i promise." he places a kiss on her head proceeding to dress her before any of the stage hands come see; as the rave was coming to an end.

not too much later, the two come from behind the stage, hand in hand— cupid's best friend meeting her with surprised eyes, "well would you lookie here." the instigating girl crosses her arms at the sight before her, "looks like you listened to me after all," she giggles,

"i lost track of time..." cupid nervously rubs the back of her neck, lying through the skin of her teeth like taehyung's cum wasn't currently marinating inside of her,

"mhm," her friend hums, "sure, i'll believe that." she looks between the two,

"you can blame me," taehyung pipes up, and her friend's mouth makes and O shape, nodding, "i couldn't help myself," he pauses his hand snaking down cupid's ass giving it a squeeze, "she's so lovely." he smiles at her friend who smiles back.

"well of course she is" the best friend says in a duh tone, "and you better remember that!" she points before walking off to another gaining her attention,

taehyung diverts his eyes back to cupid who can hardly hold eye contact with him, "what? you still shy..." he teases, reaching for her jaw— turning her to look at him, "how could you be? you need me to break you off again." he speaks so sweet dangerously close to her lips,

"mmm~" she hums against his puffy lips, "i think i do..." she responds just before she enveloped by a long sloppy kiss.

she's on cloud nine, finally found her equal— no more hiding the brazen, sex crazy side of her cause he's just as bad... if not worse.

a/n: i haven't written smut in so long, so sorry if this is shit, im still trying to find my groove lmao, but yea uhm i'm taehyung biased so you'll be seeing a lot of this shit. also most (probably all) of my aus n things like that are ambw cause i am a bw, but! hopefully that doesn't deter you from reading. okay bye. li luvs thv.

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