#y/n and tae

[mochilatae]

Listen (Taehyung x Reader)

Word Count: 8.9kish

Pairing: Taehyung x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Dirty talk, voice kink, shyness/nervousness, flirting, stalking behavior, mild obsession/fixation, fingering, kissing, sucking, orgasms (yours), squirting (light), body fluid kink, masturbation, rubbing, questionable ethical stuff (Tae using the school directory to snoop), implied rule breaking (dorm visitor hours violation, etc), sucking, biting, college student encounter, multiple orgasms, swearing, finger sucking, body fluid ingestion (he licks you off his skin). I'm sure I forgot some.

Genre: PWP, Strangers to Lovers

AUs: College BTS

Summary: Everyone has kinks. You stumble upon your own when a sound takes over your thoughts and desires. A plan to discover more about it goes further, faster than you expect.

Author’s Note: This one took a while to edit and rewrite (here and there), but thank you for reading it!

If you liked it, feel free to leave a comment telling me! Reblogging is appreciated but never required.

Tag List: @kiestrokes

Have you ever been attracted to someone’s voice? 

If you’d been approached with that question, the answer would have been ‘No’. …Until this year. 

Until exactly a month and a half ago, at the start of this term. 

Auralism. You’d learned the meaning only recently. 

Tonight your finger followed the printed text along the page until you found the word and carefully traced each letter with a pointer fingertip. Every curve and swoop of the ink, your belly fluttered. 

To think: this sudden feeling inside you from a sound–one coming from another human being just doing the most basic kind of communication–could have an actual term to represent it. Something finally put to meaning the yawning pit that opened up inside you, at hearing a voice.

The tingle was in your chest again, then it moved south. You turned the page and scanned a block of words at the top, grateful for somewhere to put your focus and ignore the tension piling on. It had been with you from the moment your sneaker sole met the faded ruby carpet inside the library’s front hall. 

While it hadn’t lessened over time, reading–or trying to–did the job to sink your fixation into something else, temporarily. Eventually a low chime from the intercom nearby broke your reverie. You glanced towards the sound. 

Although it was expected you still held a breath. Soon enough came: The voice, buttery and deep, with the hint of a smile. The tone, always calm, regardless of day or time. 

‘Attention all patrons. The Pierce Library will be closing in 15 minutes. Please gather your belongings and bring any materials for checkout to the front desk.’

You could almost recite it by heart. Instead, you leaned back, eyes closed, to enjoy the last hints of the voice until the sound faded. You were always waiting for this moment. Chasing it, slipping away too quickly for as long as it took to arrive.  THAT was what set fire to your senses. 

Your smile grew, checking your phone to confirm. Right on the nose–exactly 15 minutes before those front doors would be closed and locked. That meant he’d soon come through. 

What you’d heard just a moment ago wasn’t the usual recording and that was an even bigger bonus tonight. The barest pause between instructions wasn’t lost on you. Noting those little differences had such an impact in tonight. 

It wasn’t just that you’d heard the same spiel enough. A lot was owed to the knowledge of employee routines and schedules. Spending enough time here made that a natural eventuality. Which really mattered for one person in particular: The owner of that voice. 

The voice that nibbled at your self control from the first time you heard it. Nibbles became bites as the interest and curiosity grew, along with attraction. You carried a simmering heat almost constantly. There wasn’t a time you passed by the library now without feeling light headed or tight from the waist down. 

Normally being so ‘into’ something wasn’t your way. Nothing got such a hook into your brain. That it was specific to a person, that had you waffling between shame and delight. 

After a deep breath, you stole a look at that word again, then closed the book and stood. You felt a little impressed at how deep your research had gone–from first glance in a kitschy sex book to the present deep dive into the psychological aspects of this interest.

Book cover braced against your chest, you swung one hip against the chair back. The remaining lights in the library’s further stacks blinked off. Aisle by aisle at the blackness closed in, leaving the barest shape of book tops barely discernible in the dim light overhead. 

Phone tucked into one pocket. And the book. Actually leaving with non-study material was a mood booster. Reading for pleasure proved to be something much rarer these days. 

The walk to the circulation desk was quick enough and you stopped there at the opposite end of the Checkout sign faintly swinging when the library doors opened, then closed. 

Laying the book on the counter, you glanced around. The heavy silence left plenty of room to notice so many minor things: the checkout computer screen, still aglow. An errant pen, sideways across into an open notebook, next to a nondescript textbook–thicker than anything you’d bought this term. Judging from the density it wasn’t a light read.  

Did he own it? To be graced with a golden voice, AND a strong study ethic? An appetite for learning did things to you too. Whatever the word for attraction to intelligence was, you’d seen it once then promptly forgotten. In spite of that your suffering was doubled.  

Facing forward didn’t prevent the light shock when a form appeared at the farthest of the counter and stepped behind it, then headed your way. The world narrowed as he got close. It was a good few inches of height difference. You kept focus on the book until he stopped right across from where you stood.  

He met your rising stare with a smile. The big, beautiful kind. He barely tugged the shirt sleeves rolled to the inside of both elbows. Not a complete departure from the usual campus attire and enough to make him stand out. At least to YOU. 

As he stood right here, you confirmed an earlier suspicion: he’d passed by before, pushing a cart of books and humming over the creaking wheels. The view of his retreating back had been as satisfying as seeing him approach now. A thin smile crested your lips. Even under the light here, his eyes held a curious glimmer. The angle of his head changed and his welcoming smile shrank a little. 

He motioned, raising one dark brow. “Checking out or returning?” 

This voice, so distant for weeks–only through speakers and on oft played recordings–was now directly in front of you and speaking to you. Several of your fingers curled the counter edge, clinging.

“Um..” A moment later, you managed to slide the book across the counter with a small push. His eyes went to the cover. “..Checking out.” After an extended study of the book, he shot you a look, grinning more.

Whomever this guy was, his existence proved the concept of perfect facial symmetry wasn’t just a hyped theory. Just keep checking those boxes, sir. It all kept getting better–a perfect voice. Perfect face. Brains. You couldn’t dare to imagine what else he was hiding that was on your list of ‘things’. 

If any other students had queued up behind you, there was no chance you’d even notice. And who could blame you? Especially when he found your stare again. Your nails sank into the wood under the counter’s edge.

The man braced one elbow into the top and his lids dropped a little. 

“What’s your name?” 

“Me?” To think you’d drummed up scenarios with him asking this very question. It was fun to imagine him watching you too. From afar. Maybe not as sneaky, like you tried to be. But letting that possibility into your mind was almost enough to burn you up on the spot. 

You took a breath, working hard to separate yourself from spiraling over this routine conversation. He probably did it hundreds of times a week so this wasn’t a thing for him. You were sure, even if it was moving your entire world right now. 

Half turned away and waiting for a reply, his eyes narrowed on the monitor. He clicked around, then typed into a small pop up on the screen. Even the electric white glow complimented his features. But you almost couldn’t be surprised, even if your fevered, crush drunk mind might be exaggerating things. Without anyone around, it was okay to lean into the delulu a bit. 

After enjoying the view, you drew a bracing breath. It was time to get a grip. Focus. Get through this. Shape up, girl. You came here enough, this had to happen eventually. You went looking and found him. 

Now was not the time to mess things up. Wherever this ‘situation’ might end up. 

You fumbled, patting your coat and jeans pockets and your belly dropped. No familiar shape of your student ID in any pocket. The air thinned and you coughed, throat tightening. The sound earned his side eyes and crooked one corner of his mouth.

“Name?” He asked, much quieter. There was a purr in his tone that rode your nerves and struck right between your thighs. Just like when you listened to those recordings. The oddest kind of Pavlovian response, and what a time to have it. 

You were about as sturdy as a sand barrier under the rushing tide. What could come from full frontal exposure to something you’d been craving for weeks. It was enough of an ask that your legs not collapse. To hide a tremble, both hands dove in your pockets. Your shoulders started to rise.

“I don’t have my ID..” You had to sound nervous as hell. Not since first year speech class had you felt that heat at your collar, but it was here, now. Begging you to tug and vent the warmth bottle necking.  

“I don’t need that. ..Just a name is fine.” 

“Y/n.”  

“Y/n..” His fingers moved over keys. The screen changed, washing his face in more neon hues.

“..Miss L/n?”  

The man turned back, then opened the book. Inside the cover, he scanned the barcode, then stamped a due date. Next to it he wrote initials. 

There was your chance with his head bowed. No time like the present. Couldn’t be too obvious. It didn’t prove easy, especially when a few more lights turned off nearby and more darkness closed in. 

You leaned closer to ‘check’ the date, and noted the letter T. Much more than that was challenging in the upside down view. His handwriting wasn’t flawless but it was unique enough you couldn’t quite catch the second letter.

He wore no name tag–no student worker did. It wasn’t as if the night was long enough to stand here, squinting at lined paper and looking for an answer. Especially one solved by a direct question. 

“--Um…what’s your name?” 

Facing you again, he held out a receipt as he replied.  “Tae.” 

His muted shyness had you delighted. 

“Tae..hmm..”  You suddenly detected a note of lavender in the air. It had to be coming from Tae. 

“Don’t think I’ve heard that name before.” 

“Well, my name isn’t common.”

“..And your last name?” Not even rising nerves could stop you asking. 

Hormones that had been dining on your self control from the moment you sat down continued, unabated. Nature’s greatest inspiration and owed all the thanks for bringing you here–day after day. Keeping you camping in a library chair or at a table, nourishing a quiet obsession. Working towards an eventuality that finally arrived tonight.  

“No one usually asks me that.” Tae showed no offense or displeasure. If anything you read a pleasant surprise. The same couldn’t have been said about you if the same question had come from a stranger at a first meeting. 

“Hope it’s not rude?” You asked, just to clear the tiniest nagging doubt.  

“No.” Back was the shy smile that made your guts heavier. After a pause, he gazed at you, continuing. 

“My last name is Kim.” 

“I’ve heard that name around campus.” You admitted. Kim was a common enough last name. Was there a chance he’d know any of the other Kims walking around on this campus? None of the ones you’d seen bore a single passing resemblance to Tae. 

NO ONE could look like him. 

Tae smirked. “No relations, as far as I know.” 

“Yeah?” 

Tae nodded. “I’ve met a few of them–had some classes with one. Super smart guy. Probably the smartest I’ve ever met here.” As you watched, Tae picked at a few specks on his sweater. “I could use some of his intelligence, honestly.” He concluded. 

You winced at his subtle self depreciation. You were prone to the same thing, so it was easy to understand, but you still didn’t like or believe it when Tae said it. 

“That’s not light reading by any means.” You pointed to the nearby textbook you’d seen before Tae showed up. 

He glanced at it, then offered a shrug. “It’s required course reading. I DO like to read, though.” 

“Well…you’re working at the right place, then. Being a library employee does have perks.” 

He nodded with a laugh that made you smile too. One thing stood out this close: the shape of his natural smile. Was so much more than just handsome. How many other girls saw it? Especially with that grin spread on his face during small talk, or when he went about his day on campus. 

It wasn’t reasonable to assume you were the only one thinking about Tae, but that didn’t matter at this moment because he was talking to YOU. This indisputable fact had your head lighter.

“What is this book? I’ve never read it before..” As he asked, Tae pulled it closer and spun the book around. As he read the cover, one finger followed the words. But this digit was long and slender. You swallowed. 

“Just something silly–” 

“The Psychology of Human Sexuality.” He murmured, lifting one brow again. Fervently you prayed he didn’t open it randomly to ‘check things out’. Or even worse—discover the page you’d noted. And the post-it with your new favorite word written in flourishing letters. 

Heartbeat thundering, you let go over the counter and fussed with your pockets again. Your throat had gone from being tight and pulsing to dry and hoarse as you spoke. 

“Kind of recreational. Seemed interesting, compared to the usual required reading.” That was way more truth than anything else. No shame pressured you to lie. And anyway, you had a strong feeling Tae wasn’t the type to judge a choice. 

His expression turned placid. Tae seemed to be assessing something, then nodded and glanced at the clock nearby and took a step back from the counter. 

“I hope you enjoy it, then.” 

After he turned away, you watched as he gathered his things–a black hoodie. Book bag. Finally he turned back to the computer, clicking and typing again. Eventually the screen went dark and he straightened.

That was your sign. Get while the getting is good. Proper conversation always went best when the participants knew the right time to leave. 

“Thanks for checking this out to me” you murmured. It took a little bit before “It was nice meeting you..” followed.

“It’s my job..and I kinda like this whole checking out books thing.” Tae was back to being cutely shy and it really suited him. So did the cheeky smile that came with it,much to your delight. It was hard not to wonder how often he trotted this smile out with others.

For a few seconds Tae’s attention was on the exit. 

“Have a good rest of your night, Y/n.” He finally murmured. 

You preferred to keep your focus on him. Really nothing could tear it away at this point. There wasn’t much else in this plane of existence right now with Tae in front of you. A little over the top, but this was a literal dream come true.  

“Thanks.” You took a few backward steps, then turned and headed for the doors. His next move would remain a mystery.

Your steps quickened and you were at the doors in second, then ducking through. Outside, you inhaled cool night air as you waited until your racing heart slowed just enough. It was like you hadn’t felt. Hadn’t realized. Just like so many other things in the orbit of Taehyung Kim.     

The doors clicked as your foot left the last step. At that sound weight slid away. 

‘Have a good rest of your night..’ Tae’s parting words weren’t much, but they left you floating.

The misty air of the evening was erased by a flush of desire as you hurried across the quad. In the distance the shape of your dorm became visible as you closed the distance, darting around planters and benches. It was so empty and quiet, but every step his words repeated again and again. So did the bolts of arousal, stabbing through your core.

You didn’t have the sense or nerve to say it then, but you thought it now. I will,Tae. All thanks to you. 

————————————————————————

It wasn’t a far off assumption that the plan of your night would follow routine: you, belly down, on your bed and leafing through the pages of a magazine. 

But that was before tonight, when fate saw fit to change things. Like in the library. Revelation was the knock on your door. Not exactly unusual, but you didn’t have many visitors, unlike other students here. And that was how you preferred it. 

Routine flow stopped as you looked up, waiting for a beat. 

This was a fairly large building on campus. It wasn’t odd to get someone knocking now and then, having come to the wrong floor in search of a friend. It was a weekly occurrence, and not one you were hard pressed to resolve right now. You could wait more. Maybe even long enough, whoever it was would go away.

The knocking at this hour was odd. Usually the ‘wrong room’ faux pas happen during daylight hours, or twilight at worst, but that detail was minor. No need to split hairs about it.   

A double thump against the door, this one firmer, with a clear intention. Whomever this was, wrong or right, they probably would do another knock. And maybe even another. Soon it would draw attention. For how quiet it had to be in the hall outside, sound could carry MUCH further without the rabble of daily dorm life as a buffer.

Standing with a huff, you tugged on the first oversized sweatshirt within reach and headed for the door. Standing close to the dull painted wood, you aligned one eye to the peephole and squinted through the fisheye lens. 

Not as much was clear, save for a mop of vaguely golden-brown hair and the barest outline of a long coat with broad shoulders. Distortion stretched the figure, adding height. Or it might be the panic in action—that never failed to warp your senses. 

After you unlocked the door, you peeked into the open space. The tip of your nose preceded you, catching the musky hallway air.

“Who—” 

Quickly you stopped as a pair of eyes met yours under a tangle of bangs. No confusion. No wrong room goofiness. No mistake to excuse this. Those were the very same eyes that gazed across the checkout desk. 

Him.

Taehyung Kim. Smiling warmly enough to dispel the chill rising. 

“Hi.” He held up a book, the cover facing out, then waved it. “Forget something?” 

Your eyes went there, the hand on the door knob tightening as weakness crept up your legs. THAT was the nagging feeling. What you’d been trying to remember since coming through the door a while ago. 

Whether you wanted to faint or hoped the ground would open up and pull you to the center of the earth, it was all the same. In seconds sweat dappled your spine. Your face got hotter as you met his question with a shrinking smile after sneaking another unnecessary peek at the cover.

That was your book in his hand, bobbing back and forth. Oh my god. You didn’t remember giving your address. Whatever rule he might have broken, he had access to the student system to get what he needed. That meant he’d made the conscious effort, then went further, coming across campus to find you.

At this late hour. After work. On a school night.  

“Geez.” After you opened the door a bit more, Tae passed the book, then rested his empty hand on the door frame. He wasn’t imposing or inserting himself over the threshold. You could close the door, safe in the gut feeling that he wouldn’t stop you. 

It was the next logical step with delivery complete, if that was his true purpose. And why wouldn’t it be? Tae wore such a relaxed grin and his lids sat lower. It was subtle, but there in the depths of his eyes: a flirt. Sweet and delightful, but charismatic too. A change from when he’d scanned your book at the checkout desk.

DO SOMETHING. The urgency roared through your mind. Soon thought became action when you raised the book and waved it like he'd done.

“Thanks.” Your lips vaguely shook, even curved in a smile. If Tae could tell, there was no sign in his generally neutral expression, after his smile melted away.

He squinted through the open door, past your form and without a trace of shyness. Tae wasn’t rushing the moment as he eyed the interior. There wasn’t much to see from where he stood. None of the dorm rooms were spacious enough to give everything away at the door. Your single bedside table lamp and string lights along the bookshelf didn’t bring further clarity. They barely provided ambiance. 

“It’s kind of a pigsty at the moment.” You freely confessed. Suddenly you were sure this was too much stuff in too little a space, even if it hadn’t bothered you until this moment. Tae made you aware–of your body now, and everything else around you. Nothing like your complete obliviousness in the library. 

Tae’s form lounged into the frame, filling the space nicely, testing your self control all too quickly. It wasn’t like he’d grown a few inches on the walk over, but he had more on you than first gleaned in the library.

 “Hard to tell.” Tae’s brow rose, then he chuckled. You didn’t feel like laughing. Couldn’t, with your chest growing tight. 

“Was there something else?” You managed. The book seemed heavier after you asked. Staying mute, Tae studied you this time before he stood upright again.

“Are you busy? I wouldn’t mind seeing inside here more. You say it’s a mess—that’s a relative term. I’ve had roommates that lived in a hoarder’s dream. I doubt your room is in that kind of shape.” 

Rapidly your heartbeat climbed.

“S..sure.” 

You stepped back, opening the door further. Tae came through. Maybe this was one of those REALLY vivid dreams. Feeling so real you’d swear on everything you were awake. The thing you wanted so much–him here, in your dorm room alone–was happening this very second. Apparently all the prayers you’d sent up finally paid off tonight. 

Still, you squeaked in surprise as Tae rolled his shoulders and the coat slid to his forearms. Stripping himself of his outerwear proved his stature wasn’t all fashion illusion. Even in his remaining shirt and jeans, he looked impressively broad. 

You turned back from locking the door to see Tae draping the coat over one forearm, then he began to scan.  

“Where should I put this?” 

You took the jacket and hung it on a nearby hook–the only one empty among the row of several already overburdened ones. 

“This is fine..” You replied.

As you moved further into the room, Tae’s steps trailed. As you paused in the middle, between the bed and a small closet directly across from it, he stopped just at your right side. Silence that went on for a handful of seconds while you surveyed the space.

“Not as small as I expected for a single room.” Tae hummed in conclusion. Either he was being polite or optimistic, you couldn’t decide, but you had to appreciated it either way. 

“I guess. I can’t complain. Makes it a lot easier without a roommate. Somehow those double rooms manage to feel smaller.” 

“Yeah?” Tae stepped away, strolling to the foot of the bed. You went to the left side, attention anywhere but him. 

Eventually you gazed out the window and followed the slow procession of a couple, meandering down the sidewalk below. You wouldn’t mind holding hands with Tae the way you saw those strangers entwining fingers, arms swinging lightly. Probably chatting quietly with each synchronized footstep. 

On another day or in another time you might have had the balls to go for that, but right now was WAY too soon, even if you’d touched him more in your fantasies. Without any kind of hesitation. The idealized version of you lived under no phantom weight of insecurity or awkwardness. 

“Mind if I sit here?” Tae motioned towards the bed. You nodded and he sank down, both hands limply resting on his thighs. Here you could really stew in the fact that his attention wasn’t diminishing in how good it made you feel. It was like he was returning the favor. Squaring things up evenly for all the attention you’d paid to him for so long. 

Did Tae have the same twisting inside, holding your stare? It would be something else to sink so much time gazing into those eyes as you’d spent reading books. Even the one you’d forgotten tonight, that he’d kindly delivered. With the book, there was hope he’d indulge you in a different kind of education.

Settled enough, Tae continued. “The book. Why that one?” 

At his reminder, you looked down at the book lightly trembling in your grasp. Instinctively you opened it to the post-it tagged page and the word, notated in bright blue ink. 

“Just…curious.” You were telling some measure of truth. It was one of many reasons, but you chose to keep Tae ignorant enough beyond that for as long as you could. Some would call it risk minimization. Or self preservation. 

“Yeah?” He braced one palm into the bed and the other hand he held out. It was quickly obvious that he wanted to see the book again. Without comment you passed it back. Not bothering to close it. Maybe Tae had opened this thing and already saw the post-it on his walk over. 

“I’m guessing you don’t make it a habit to forget books you check out..” He skimmed one page, then turned a few before stopping to read a little.

Finally he reached the post-it page. You prayed and hoped he didn’t know the word, as much of a longshot as that might be. A snowball in hell had better chances.  

As demonstrated earlier, Tae’s expression revealed no understanding or ignorance as he finally looked up.

“...---you usually post-it note the pages, or is that reserved for textbooks you buy?”

You brushed a strand of hair away from one temple. Not your best effort to be casual, even with a tepid shrug. It was more a nervous kick back than a graceful toss of the head that sent your hair back. 

“Not that it’s important, really. …Is that a death worthy offense?” 

“No..” Tae glanced over the page. Who knew exactly what he was reading in the blocks of text on both pages. “--Highlighting the pages, that’s the real disrespect.”

You’d never considered doing that to a book you owned and it was a cardinal sin in the world of library patronage. He went back to studying the page briefly, then carefully closed the book and laid it on the bed, within reach.  

“Y/n.” 

A deliberate pause after your name left his lips. Like he was waiting and it worked. 

You fidgeted with your sleeve. “Yes?” 

“Come sit with me? I want to talk a little.” 

“Yeah?” About what, you couldn’t imagine, but there was hope deep underneath the shock fissuring your sanity. 

He patted the neatly done bedspread and you shuffled closer, then lowered. This was your space and property, so why did you feel so immobilized? Tae’s instructions seemed to be some blessing. Some..permission you needed. You boggled.

“There..” As the bed sank subtly under your backside, Tae’s hand returned to his thigh and rested. 

His tongue glided over both lips. Quick, but effective enough to make your thighs flex. Your hands, previously limp on your lap, went to your thighs, condensing into fists.

“That word.” He began. His pointer finger followed the neatly done embroidered pattern running the bedspread as it meandered closer. “..Does it mean something to you?”

“No. I was just curious about it.” The lying was harder than ever. Downplaying wasn’t your strong suit either. 

“Hmmm.” He was quiet again.

“Have you ever heard of it?” You probed. It would send you into orbit to think Tae could know. That he understood the concept of kinks and had any. To find out he followed any newly found ones to a natural conclusion where they became part of his collection.

It was a lesson in fuck around and find out when Tae nodded. 

“Yes.” 

“Oh.” Nails sank into your palm.Blood rushed to your temples from between your legs. Of course. As if it had always made sense–he wasn’t afraid to read. A job at a library usually didn’t suit a student without the tolerance or interest to learn. That always led to discovery and contemplation. A Yes was the more than likely result, but hearing it from Tae was something truly special. 

“What do you think of it?” 

“The word?” Your brows pinched in confusion.

“The meaning.” Tae clarified with a warm grin. “Is that something you’re interested in?” 

God what is happening right now? This moment was falling right into your lap. This whole NIGHT was like a missing puzzle piece in your life. Even with all those dreams and fantasies, you weren’t quite prepared for this night. This reality. But there wasn’t a way back, only going forward with the natural flow you felt pulling at your entire body and soul. And it was taking your right to Tae. 

“Apparently..” 

He seemed keen to suss out why. You didn’t blame him, having put a giant arrow right there essentially. In that book for him to see. He probably could tell you were the type who didn’t give time to things you weren’t truly interested in.  

“Oh?” Tae leaned closer and the bed dipped more. “You get turned on by sound?” 

You couldn’t look, turn away, or barely breathe. The pressure condensing inside your pelvis was pulling everything to it with the intensity of a blackhole.

“Basically.” Your eyes were barely open as Tae’s nose brushed your cheek. His breath warmed the trail of his touch. 

“Is there a particular sound that does it for you?” 

“Yes.” Time to lean into the experience. Just abandon all pretense of concern that he’d judge. Nothing about his questions right now were needling or picking your apart in any way.

Tae’s lips quirked. “Tell me. I’m curious.” 

He’d be waiting a while since you suddenly couldn’t admit it, even for all the times you’d dreamed of his very encouraging, handsy reaction to that detail. Your lips refused to respond but your thighs were a different story, clamping with a vice-like grip, then moved against each other when your hips shifted.

Tae’s stare bounced down, then came back up, both brows higher. He followed one corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue. 

“Is it a sound someone makes?” 

Still, you couldn’t force out a response, but it was clear Tae already knew. He’d found the trail and doggedly followed the clues woven through your reactions. 

He inclined his head, lips pausing within a hair’s breadth of your own. “Is it a voice? Is it…my voice?” 

Tae had to be playing with you, or be devilishly smart. It was hard to know which. Clearly he could read people, as many as he encountered working on campus and attending classes. It couldn’t be clearer. Whatever his major, Tae’s observation skills were top tier. Skills like that, he could have been truly evil, but there was nothing in his energy that gave a sniff of evil. 

“Uh huh..” You weakly managed. “I..can’t help it.” 

“...And that’s why I’ve seen you at the library so much?” 

“You…s..saw me there?” 

Tae huffed. You hardly knew what to say to begin explaining—not that it would help. The jig was up. It was reasonable to prepare for the reality that he’d call you delusional or creepy before he got up and left. And he’d be well within your right. At the very least, you’d be lucky not to have a stalking complaint lodged with student affairs.

Compared to Tae looking up your dorm number during work hours with college equipment, your weeks of casing his job routine, just to indulge what had become an obsessive kink, seemed more legally perilous. 

You held a breath, eyes screwed shut while Tae went on. 

“Of course. I watched every time you came in. At first I thought it was the same old thing. Assignments or cram sessions. But..eventually, I realized it was something else–the way you reacted to the announcements. Only mine. It wasn’t hard to figure out it was my voice.. That you like it.” 

It was fruitless to pretend or do damage control. 

The world slid a little when you nodded, listing right towards Tae’s warm body. And making contact. Instead of pushing you away, the heat of his longing sigh rolled across your chin . 

“What should I say?” 

Tae, offering his voice up for use right now, allowing you a custom experience. Something levels above the usual fantasy. The chance to trade figments in the mind for flesh and blood, at YOUR command? Seemed almost too much to accept how this whole night was just getting better and better. 

“Say?” You gulped. “You don’t think it’s..creepy?”

“Y/n, if I thought that, do you think I’d be here?” 

“Maybe not–” 

“No. I wouldn’t be. I am right now. So…let’s explore this..thing you have for me.You DO find me attractive, don’t you? Or is it just my voice?” There was a tickling playfulness in his tone. You shuddered softly and Tae’s eyes wandered to your chest. It wasn’t much to see with this big sweatshirt on. 

Which suddenly felt too hot. Your skin was going damp underneath as you inhaled, chest heaving. 

“I do.” Your groaning reply brought a boxy smile out on Tae’s face. 

“So..” His voice dipped to that velvety deep rumble that your mind ran wild with during ‘self love’ sessions. Involuntarily your belly tightened. “Use it. Use me, Y/n. What can I do for you?” 

“God..” You whined, helpless as your head dropped back,  right into Tae’s palm. Like he’d anticipated, ready to guide you flat out on the bed. As you sprawled out, Tae leaned over, gazing into your eyes as they opened finally. 

Running his thumb over your lower lip, Tae took a bite of his own. 

“Don’t be shy. You’ve had at least a whole week’s indulgence. I’m flattered.” His voice dipped to nearly a purr, adding “...Now I want to see this little kink in action.” 

His thumb prodded the warm, plump skin of your lips in exploration. A minute later, moving south to draw an invisible line between your breasts. At the waist of your sleep shorts he stopped, tickling the elastic waistband sitting below your abdomen.

Your hips undulated up, then your ass met the bed. Far and away, no fantasy had prepared you for this moment. No matter HOW often you’d clearly walked this kind of scene through.

Tae’s lids lowered further. “Or I can just talk to you, if you want, Y/n.” This option proved much more tempting. “Since I know you love my voice.” 

You couldn’t scrape together words of reply, only nodding. A quiet laugh spilled over your neck when Tae leaned in and brushed his lips along your earlobe. Every exhale feathering your skin sent found ways to more than a few erogenous zones on your body–some you didn’t know until this very moment. 

“P..please.” You finally whispered. Thank goodness Tae asked because this wasn’t something you’d ever be able to ask for out loud. You had enough to deal with right now, finding he was as you’d dreamed, and more than that only hours ago. 

You needed that push, and he didn’t hesitate. Tae already had the reins as someone bolder than you, freeing intimate moments you’d tucked deep into your brain. The kind that only saw the light of day behind a safely locked dorm room door. 

More fingers slid down your arm, to the sweatshirt sleeve, then circled your wrist and lifted that hand, bringing it to your belly. He laid that hand palm down, just above your mound, then dragged the back of a few nails along each knuckle. Slow. Deliberate. Unbelievably delicate. 

“I want to see what you’ll do. What my voice inspires. You can give me that much, right?” 

Another nod, then your head met the cool sheets, your senses drowning in a blending scents: detergent and the cloying sweet of Tae’s skin. Somehow, someway, he was already inside you, in some way–beyond your mind. You drew him deeper with a full breath.

When one leg drew up and the knee bent, Tae shifted around it, his thigh bracing your shin. Tae’s lips parted and breath shuddered through the space as he slid fingers under the waist of the shorts and brought them down an inch, then did it again. As he pushed the shorts down over your knees, heat rolled off bare skin. on escape made your skin prickle.

He wasn’t even properly touching you and every nerve was already blown wide open, ready to send every single sensation right to your head.  

“There..” He murmured with another smile. His hand laid across your belly, then he curled the fingers curled under the sweatshirt hem and pushed it up just under your breasts.

Tae wasn’t hiding the curiosity in his eyes–he WANTED to see. If he read well enough, your body was talking too as your torso shifted and writhed. Need was crawling up from your thighs like a thousand snakes under your skin. 

“What is it you think about, Y/n? You think about me kissing you? I like kissing. Especially lips like yours.” He made that act of pondering such a sultry thing. Normally you found it harmless and clinical.

Feeling suddenly heavy, your eyes rolled back. That was fine too, since it was much easier that way. You’d already dined well on sight alone and Tae's face floated readily in the blackness. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. You let a finger slip down, plunging through the slick folds at the apex of both thighs. 

A bare forearm slid against your sleeve. “How often do you come home and do this---touch yourself while thinking about me?” 

Tae’s fingers slipped over top of yours and cupped the back of your hand.  Like you, his finger went to the second knuckle and for a moment you both stilled. Just you and Tae, trading squeaks and gasps. You rippled around the fingers as the temperature between your breasts climbed. 

“You’re so wet. God.. Was this all from hearing me? Go deeper, Y/n. Show me what you wanted and how to open you up..” 

The second leg retracted, then you rolled a bit more towards the silky plane of his palm. With you, his finger plunged deeper, then a pressure circle your folds clinging around him. He was flexing and bending a second finger so perfectly. How dexterous and flexible he’d need to be to do it. 

A fist tightened and you pushed firm into the mattress.  

For all the changes inside you right now, there was no hurry, on Tae’s part. Like the late hour or his location on campus didn’t matter. Especially when his body elongated next to you, pressure aligning your side.

This twin mattress was normally miserable for just you. Now it seemed just right. He made a limited space feel so open and unending. But even more: he was making your insides feel smaller. Tighter. Wetter. 

I’m not weak. I’m taking this chance. He said he wanted me to show him. You wanted to open up so much more and give him an idea of what you experienced calling him to mind, over and over. 

“I haven’t really used my fingers much, if I’m honest.” Tae grinned into your shoulder, then nibbled. Kissed and sucked the skin, lips popping.

You shook from breasts to thighs and they widened. No shame, unconcerned. Nothing but pleasure spilled through you as more of his finger moved inside. Stretching like this was a cake walk with so much slippery fluid all over. And it was all you. 

A spastic clench washed through when Tae kissed your neck then moved to your ear. His teeth sunk against your earlobe. “You’re so tight. ..Virgin? …Or is it me? Keep going… Move your finger. Play for me.” 

It was how heavy those last 3 words felt that snapped your thighs together. Trapped your entwined fingers. Tae was silent  when pulled away, then burrowed into your neck. 

Finally his finger matched your depth, then moved backwards and cycled forward again. 

“Like this? That’s it…don’t stop..” Tae teased through gritted teeth. You knew that breathing, having done it so much deep in the throes of masturbating. Like he knew just how to echo what you hungry mind wanted most: the combined sounds of fucking. Fucking with you. You, fucking Tae. The pace of breathing came naturally as you melted into a groove.

Whether it was the fingering or the sexy thoughts, the pace built. His finger wiggled and he pumped it steadily, building a web of glistening ropes between more fingers. A few strokes later and he started to prod inside you. 

The currents of pleasure rode your spine, bringing your breasts up. Tae laid his chest against your as bowed back. It was just right to pin you in place. His hand cupped yours so tenderly, but with that hint of a squeeze. Like he owned your hand. Ready to use it in conjunction with his own to do whatever he wanted. And whatever THAT was, you’d do. 

What crime was it to want to go along with this? 

“Where..is it—” He crooned. Pressure swept along your front wall and your whole body convulse. A shimmer flooded through you. Tae chuckled. Pressure crossed the same spot, going the other way. 

“There.. That’s perfect. You feel that too? Let’s have some fun with this together. It’ll be even better next time.” You barely heard anything when Tae massaged harder into that spot. You gasped through the heat and slick that was rushing to your pussy. 

Your whole body went stiff. So many signals in your brain wound together, snapping and rejoining haphazardly. The sweatshirt tightened across your chest, grazing your perking nipples. Tae grunted as he rutted against your hip. There was no mistaking how hard that cock was as it pressed tight and gyrated. 

He felt long. And Tae had a nice width. His cock would easily hit right where he was massaging and even deeper. You were human. Healthy and full of hormones, all rushing you towards the pinnacle of wants: his cock, stabbing into you. Stroking deep. Stamping that spot, relentlessly. Hard enough to drive right through your high. A train roaring into the dark of a tunnel on a race to the other side. 

And it sent you over the edge. The orgasm was massive and much needed. So much had stored up from thinking this long about Tae. Storing so much unquenched thirst and desire in the limited space was breaking every shy speck inside you. In a blink you snapped. Floodgates inside flung wide with your guttural moan. The first contraction was so hard the faintest trickle ran out around the fingers. 

“Fuck…Jesus baby.. You’re running down the back of my fucking hand..” Tae didn’t stop, working you through with more thrusting, as flow diminished but contractions increased. He flexed his finger beyond your reach, to the last knuckle, far beyond where you’d started. 

Tae tugged a few times and it wasn’t gentle, but there was no pain. Only thrumming, horny shock. Only warmth to the fingertips as your womb churned towards another high. Just at the end of cumming a second time, you noticed the damp warmth under your ass. No guessing what it was or who’d done it. 

Coming back to your senses finally, Tae’s face came into view. It didn’t matter how long he’d been over you like this, a dozy smile on full display with cheeks a little more red. But of course he looked good. 

There were bigger concerns in life but you were floating too far from them to recall a single one. Really there wasn’t much you’d really mind right now. 

Around you the room took shape again. The shadows darkened spots beyond where the limited lighting reached. Familiarity sharpened too. Here you were, back on earth. In your twin bed. 2nd floor, room 215. 

His fingers still deep inside,Tae’s nose grazed your cheek. His mouth sank against the roundest part just below your eye. He pinched skin in a faint kiss, then he spoke, lips still flush to your skin. 

“You could find out...” You giggled, the sound creaking as your throat and neck flexed. Maybe you really were levitating. Maybe not. It would be well deserved from Tae. A huge payout for taking quite a gamble.  

“You’re still pulsing..” He observed, making you do it again just by mention, and all too quickly. Apparently tonight you didn’t require down time, which was a nice change. 

“Could I? Are you the type to fuck on first dates?” ANYONE else had said that,and they’d find a red, stinging cheek or a pair of aching balls. But Tae was setting you free, instead of shutting you down. 

“Would that be bad?” You didn’t think of yourself as the type, but you didn’t imagine you’d do what you’d done for weeks over man’s voice. More than just his voice. Everything about him is on my list. He IS the list. 

On the heels of a flirty smile, Tae’s lips thinned. “Not at all, but that will mean we need to go on a date first.” 

“...Minor detail. I didn’t know if you were single.” …In spite of everything else you’d suddenly learned, or gathered previously. 

“..You don’t date?” 

“It just hasn’t been a thing.” Tae’s finger was out now. He grasped your wrist and brought your finger to his lips. Without a blink, he sucked it deep between his lips, then swallowed. Tae was beyond both sexy and hot as he licked that finger clean after. Like it wasn’t enough or he just wanted every last molecule of flavor. Every trace of your taste.  

That was disappointment waiting in the wings. That was reality. All you wanted was to avoid it for just a bit longer. Stay cocooned in strong, firm warmth, like you found with Tae shifting closer. More contact points between you and him. 

Tae’s track record was stellar. First meeting, this man had fulfilled so much of the fantasy, with fuel to spare. Being so skilled with his fingers and voice, you didn’t want to think about what it would do when his cock was buried deep inside you. 

His stare hinted he might have been pondering the same thing, but he offered a coy gaze. You were quickly to terms with how hot the room had really been, even exposed so much. You groped for the sweatshirt finding the material felt heavier, smothering your previously content shape. The garment was bulky for your taste. It needed to be gone, soon.

“I never said a thing about my dating life, but I’m available. Can you say the same, Y/n?” Neither his lips nor his brows changed shape. Tae was serious. In keeping with the trend, he looked hot like that too. 

It wasn’t like you’d been saving yourself for anyone. Only in the last few weeks you realized: the waiting had been for Tae, albeit unknown. His mystery held you captive. Thinking you knew someone you didn’t know, beyond what you could grasp onto: the way he sounded. There was no way Tae wouldn’t match his looks with the quality of his voice. Finding out tonight brought you full circle to a realization that you WERE available,because you’d been saving yourself for him. 

You grinned. “Yes. Available is a good way to describe it. I guess you could say we can temporarily check each other out—like a library book.” 

A fling with Tae was most likely temporary and you were prepared to accept that. If it turned to something with more permeance, you’d be pleasantly surprised. With clarity came sense and reason. Beyond that there wasn’t energy for concern. 

Tae took a moment to process your attempt at humor, then let out an easy chuckle. “It sounds like a match to me.” He straightened to tug the sweatshirt higher as your arms went up. It was pure relief with the shirt peeled away from your body. Tae managed to land the garment over the back of your computer chair. 

Good eye. Good calculation skills. What else is he waiting to flaunt? 

You took turns extending each leg for Tae to bring them to your ankles. He flung it away with less than a glance back, then he stood, taking your stare with him. 

“Are you..going?” You laid back into your elbows. The effort was Herculean, holding the pose as you tried to keep panic and concern off your face. Tae could go.

He hadn’t exactly stated his plan was anything more than returning your forgotten book.

“Do you want me to? Hadn’t planned it. Do you have a curfew?” 

“No..” You quickly replied.Tae hesitated, then a brow lifted. A few seconds passed, then he began pulling his shirt off too, less gentle and more efficient, dropping it right off the side of the bed he was closer to. His hand returned to find your hip and rest there. Just this touch, this light pressure from the pads of his fingers, you were aching through your core.

Tae made himself comfortable, scooting himself closer into the new space you made by shifting away from him. He pushed the book up towards your pillows, then arranged his body out beside you even, stretched more comfortably. 

“Good. Neither do I.” He whispered. 

“I want you to stay.” You stared at the base of his throat and lines of muscle running up from there. He was all long, graceful parts.

His eyes narrowed as he produced another warm smile that was hell of a lot like the one you’d first seen at the library desk, sans the internal conflict and panic. 

“I wouldn’t object at all.” To say the least.

If fate saw fit to bring Tae to you, let your admittance and bravery not get him taken away. You shouldn’t get hooked on him. One moment…one experience at a time. 

“I think that’s doable, for a little bit longer. We can read a little more from your book. Heard it’s a spicy read.” 

“Oh?” Your eyes found a corner of the book cover peeking out from under the pale corner of a pillow at the headboard. 

“..You…read it before?” Something passed through his eyes but Tae did his best to shrug his upward facing shoulder, reclined on his side facing you. 

“Skimmed it.” 

“Yeah? Cool.” You exhaled and hoping it didn't sound as much like a moan to Tae as it did to you. More time was needed to reveal how truthful he was. How accurate his statement was, based on what he’d presented. Although you didn't judge someone for their reading preferences, you wouldn’t have guessed Tae had skimmed beyond the inside cover, where he'd stamped the due date.  

Tae traced your chin and walked fingertips across your lips again until he was leaning across the space to cup your cheek. 

“I think I should read it to you. Since you react so well to my voice. What do you think?” 

Feeling far too spun out and pleasure drunk, you nodded. When one gets an offer like this, one shouldn’t pass up. His idea deserved your wholehearted support, since it was entirely and generously tailored for you.

“Sounds good.” If Tae wanted, he could read you the phone book and it’d get the job done. 

This whole ‘aural’ fetish was a thing you were grateful for, even more because you knew now: Tae was into it too. Even if it was from the other side. Perhaps there were sounds YOU could make that would have such a hold over him.

Laying back into the bed, the cool sheets worked to dull the lingering heat from your skin. Tonight you didn’t have to stare at the ceiling and imagine his face. Instead, your eyes went to Tae next to you, fully drinking in his face and energy. Enough to carry you whenever he’d leave–tonight or tomorrow. 

Not like you’d never see him again. You knew that more than you knew anything else. 

Tae relaxed onto his back and trained a glossy pair of eyes on your shape, eyes running your body shape against the dim light behind you. He finally spoke again. 

“Grab the book. Pick a chapter and let me hear you. We’ve got a lot of exploration to do.”  

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[jungkookstatts]

As Thunder Rolls

[Summary]: You know Taehyung is the one. You knew it since the first day you saw him, when thunder rolled through the sky. But your lives don't collide. They might be too different to choose both.

[Theme]: Rich Reader, Law Student Reader, Construction Worker TH, Poor TH, Rich Girl Poor Boy AU

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual themes, sexual content, unprotected sex, kissing, making out, marking, angst, familial separation, topics of class, and triggering opinions of some characters

[Word Count]: 8,296

[A/N]: First TH fic!! I hope it is enjoyable~ This might be my last fic for a little bit. Going to be focusing on school and working really hard until the summertime :)

People say that when you fall in love, your life develops new meaning. They say that your life changes as you fall, and you watch it spiral out of your control over a silly feeling you can’t help.

You can say that the people, whoever they may be, are correct. Love happened to you quite unexpectedly, and completely out of the box you put your goals for the future inside.

Taehyung happened during the city's worst monsoon season in over 50 years. His rain-stained jeans and dirty white construction t-shirt clung to his skin, showing you all of his tanned glory as the rain fell angrily. You stood on the top step of your sister’s corporate building, looking down at him three steps below you.

“You got a spare umbrella, by chance?” he asked you. Caramel-colored, wet hair covered his forehead. But you could still see the discomfort in his eyes due to the harsh rain.

Looking at your own umbrella in your grip, you shook your head, telling him that this was your only one.

“You know a place around here where I can find one?” he asked.

“I’m not familiar with the area,” you explained.

“Me neither,” he smiled as he looked down at his red Converse.

There was an uncomfortable feeling in your chest. You felt bad for the guy, clearly well-underprepared for the season. Your designer coat and accessories terribly clashed with his, an obvious difference in class confronted you in the face. There was a feeling of fear, you remember. Back then, you used to be one of those people who thought terribly of people like him. Thinking that he’d ask for your Burberry umbrella and never return it. You thought maybe he’d pull you aside and forcibly rob you of your money just because his shirt had a few stains and the brand name of the city’s lower-end construction company was written on the fabric. You associated him with the worst of the worst, just because of his class. Or rather, assumed class.

But those eyes captured your soul. They were warm, and his smile sent medicine to your heart, healing all those presumed thoughts and replacing them with the benefit of the doubt.

“I think there is a 7/11 around the block,” you recalled from your memory.

Thunder rolled through the city skies, and you clutched your umbrella harder. You never liked thunderstorms. There was a sense of urgency to get home to avoid any more of this growing storm, and fast. But this guy — you wanted to continue talking to him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, looking to his left.

You raised your chest, nervously pointing in the opposite direction.

“Down there,” you corrected him.

“Ah,” he smiled. It was faint, but you noticed his upper lip formed the shape of a heart before another roll of thunder drummed through the sky. You winced, and his smile faded.

“I’ll let you be on your way, then,” he said. “Thank you.”

You nodded, and he suddenly turned his back, walking down the sidewalk in the direction of the vague 7/11 down the street. He hiked the back collar of his t-shirt over his head, creating a small hat to shield his eyes from the unwanted shower. You watched the exposed skin on the small of his back as raindrops trickled into the hem of his jeans.

Suddenly, your heart skipped in your chest, and you did something your carefully formed character would never allow.

“W-Wait,” you stumbled. The click of your heeled boots rang in your ears as you walked down the small set of stairs and onto the sidewalk.

The man turned around, his posture straightening at the sight of you.

Quickly, you went to him, covering his head with your umbrella.

“I-I’ll come with you,” you offered.

His close proximity flooded all of your senses. Your fingers visibly began to shake, and you had to remind yourself to breathe when you saw how tremendous the height difference was between the two of you.

“Thank you,” he softly said.

At that moment, you knew your life changed. You saw yourself in his eyes, maybe staring a little too long for two strangers who hadn’t even exchanged names yet. But you looked into them, and somehow the raging storm had transferred from the sky into your heart.

You became a jumbled mess after then, as Taehyung had exchanged his name with yours, along with all of his habits, hobbies, and love.

Every day after that was filled with giggles and kisses and sleepless nights wrapped in his sheets. He had shown you the other side of the world, and you accepted it with him by your side. He took things from you you couldn’t imagine anyone else being worthy enough to take. All your firsts, and what you hope, all your lasts, too.

But something had been sitting at the back of your mind ever since you laid eyes on him, creating an unsettling feeling.

He was, indeed, nowhere near the class you grew up in. Living in the worst part of the city with his younger brother and sister and parents in a small, 2-bedroom apartment. He worked overtime on most days; all of his earnings he gave to his mother was to pay rent. His brother had just become old enough to help out. However, Taehyung explained that he caught him a few times slacking — the young boy claiming that he was working but instead at the casino with his friends. His younger sister was 6 years old and by far the sweetest young girl you knew. She became someone like your own sister, someone you chose to connect with on a level you weren’t able to do with your own siblings. His father fell ill a few years ago and became unable to work a demanding job. Instead, he and his wife work at their own small grocery store on the lower level of the building down the street.

His family welcomed you generously, never once commenting on your class, never once making it a topic of conversation. They called you their daughter.

What was unsettling was not the circumstances involving his family. It was the circumstances involving your own.

You hadn’t mentioned him to your parents by choice. You knew how they would react, especially considering your father had already begun selecting the sons of his most trusted colleagues to propose a marriage. Though you are not ashamed of Taehyung, your family would most definitely be. They would never accept him as your love. It would be too tarnishing to their name, too embarrassing to taint the family with someone whose house costs less than their dining room table.

You kept Taehyung out of it, which doesn’t necessarily mean he won’t stop asking about meeting your family. He’s serious enough about you to want to take things further. But it puts you in an awkward situation, like now. Gasping into the sheets of his bed, his dick pulling out of you as cum falls down your thighs.

“Baby?” he pants, hovering over you and kissing up your shoulder to your cheek. He’s still catching his breath, as are you. He just railed the fuck out of you and still begs for conversation? You will never understand this man.

“Hm,” you ask, resting your head on your forearm in a desperate attempt to control your breathing.

“I want to meet your parents,” he bites the shell of your ear gently.

You groan loudly, tired of this topic of conversation. It seems to be the only thing on his mind these days.

In the two years you two had been dating, Tae was finally able to afford a place of his own while still helping his family. His brother stepped up and managed to land a good position at a nearby company that really helped with the family finances. Hence, Taehyung’s newfound freedom from the cramped space with his family. But ever since he moved into his new apartment two weeks ago, he’s been set on (a) “christening” every nook and cranny of his new place with you and (b) meeting your family.

“Baby, can we not talk about this right now?” you press your fingers to your temple before running them into your hair.

“We never have talked about it,” he reminds you. You pause, knowing he’s right. You’ve always swayed him away from saying anything about the topic other than simply asking to talk about it.

“Why would you want to meet my parents,” you begin. You feel him smile a little, happy to start this long-awaited talk.

“Because you met mine,” he slides his elbows under your armpits, resting his chin on your shoulder. You feel secure when he’s holding you like this, his chest embracing your back as he lets his weight rest on your body. If only the moment wasn’t ruined by the topic of conversation.

“I don’t want you to meet my parents,” you finally say. You know his heart broke a little from your words, being such a family man. But you feel obligated to be honest about this.

“What? Why not?” he crinkles his eyebrows together, pressing his nose into your cheek.

“Because, Tae,” you sigh into your palm. “They’re not…nice people.”

He lets the two of you sit in silence for a while, and you know he knows what you mean by that.

“It’s because I have no money, isn’t it?” he finally lets out.

You grab his hand, drawing circles into his palm.

“Essentially,” you sigh. It doesn’t feel good to admit that. Disappointment floods your veins for him, wishing your family was less shallow. Maybe then, your response would have been different. “You know I don’t care about that stuff. But they…they do.”

“Your siblings?” he asks.

“They’re all like that,” you continue, playing with his knuckles. “I’m the only one, it seems, that isn’t.”

He plays with your hand, sliding into your fingers to hold it.

“Do you wish you were?” he whispers seriously.

“No,” you laugh.

Finally, you turn around in his embrace, looking at his face from beneath him. This man is truly the most gorgeous person you’ve ever laid eyes on. Your palm holds the soft skin of his cheek as you search his eyes.

“Growing up, I used to be a little bit,” you admit. “But then I came to university. And I met you,” you rub his cheek with your thumb. “And you kind of flipped my whole world around.”

“Sorry,” he smiles. “Wasn’t the plan,” he pecks your lips. “I just needed an umbrella.”

You chuckle at that, pulling his face against yours to sear your lips into his. He accepts you, breathing into the kiss with chapped cherry lips and a big stupid blush on his face.

“I just want their blessing,” he clears his throat. “I-Is all.”

“For?” you peck his lips again.

“For me to date their daughter, amongst other things,” he laughs through his nose. “It’s also been…a little while.”

You do feel bad, as he had introduced you to his family about three months into dating. It’s been two years, and your family doesn’t even know you are dating someone.

“You’ll meet them when they have a reason to meet you,” you sigh against his nose. “They’re like that. It has to be on their terms, not mine or yours.”

“Hopefully, that’s sometime soon,” he says before kissing you deeply. You let him, wanting his lips to erase the scenarios you’ve let flood into your head of Taehyung meeting your family. You kiss him, asking him to heal you again, to give you the endless positivity he has within himself. But you can’t shake it this time around. You have a bad feeling about it, every time you think about making things just that more official with your family meeting him. You know Taehyung is it for you. But will your parents accept that? Your gut twists and turns at the thought, your answer spelled out for you.

___

Law school used to be interesting.

Back when lectures were shorter and the professors actually cared about their job, you had a fun time. Now, you sit through your lectures with the palm of your hand dragging the skin of your cheek upward as you lean against it. You stare at the oldest fart of a professor talk in circles, “womp wo-womp womp”, like in the Charlie Brown phone scenes. The only thing that keeps you from dozing off is the thought of your date tonight.

Last week, Taehyung had been working at this new site at this development on the other side of the city. They put in a fountain lake, with three willow trees (your favorite). Your boyfriend, of course, knew this and set up the idea of a picnic date along the new Willow Tree Lake. Just the thought alone makes you giddy.

These days, Taehyung has been working terrible overtime in an area near campus. Something about the pipes being plugged with slow-forming concrete from a newer company that started off just a few months ago. They fucked up a lot of the city’s piping, and of course, the company Tae works for has been assigned to fix all of their damage.

Needless to say, you feel like you haven’t seen him in ages. Only quick cell phone calls and tired texts in the small hours of the morning and night. You miss him terribly, and your body springs to life when the professor calls the end of the lecture. It’s your last one of the day, and you nearly run out to make your way to your car, ready to start preparing for your date tonight.

You’re met with a surprise, however, when you exit your dorm.

A chalky hand grabs onto your wrist, intertwining his fingers with yours, before pulling you into his chest.

“Hi, baby,” he smiles sheepishly.

“Tae!” you squeal, letting go of his hand and jumping into his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck, his own around your waist as he spins you in the open air of the campus. You giggle against him, quietly screaming when he goes a little fast. Eventually, he lets your feet feel the ground again, and you feel a strong urge to kiss him. It’s been so long.

“You’re so chalky,” you brush at his face, white powder smearing on his skin.

With that, he shakes out his hair onto yours, white dust falling onto your skin.

“Ah! Tae!” You shield your face from his assault. But he’s unrelenting, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you in for a kiss.

You let him kiss you, his big hands stroking your cheek. You don’t let him go on for too long, still not one to be too fond of PDA like he is.

“Oh, fuck,” Taehyung’s smile fades when he looks at your dress.

“Wha—” you look down at your dress, your white Chanel dress, covered in soot and powder and dirt, transferred from his clothes onto yours. “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” he gulps, running his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I wasn’t thinki—”

“It’s okay,” you smile, holding his hand. “Nothing my dad won’t buy a carbon copy of with a good excuse. To him, I fell. Plain and simple.”

Your words don’t do much, his sorry expression written all over his face still. You cup his cheek, reassuring him.

“What are you doing here, anyways?” you change the subject.

“The pipe issue I told you about ended up going into some apartment building. They sent me up there and the ceiling fell in. Hence all the…white stuff and dust,” he shows you his powdery hands, as if his cheeks and hair weren’t enough to prove his story. “Anyway, the civil engineers ended up needing to go back to the main building and find a new plan to go about it. So they sent us all home early. Thought I would come and surprise you.”

“It worked,” you kiss him again.

“I should probably go though,” he cuts the time short. “I want to shower before our date.”

“That would be nice, you’re right,” you laugh. “I’ll see you at 7, then?”

“Mhm,” he squeezes your hand again before looking down at your dress one last time. You can tell he’s still beating himself up over it when he tightly runs his hands through his hair and sends you a tight-lipped smile as if still saying sorry. You send him one back, letting him know it’s okay. And with that, he leaves your presence.

You’re alone until you reach home a little past 4. When you walked into your house, the last thing you were expecting was your eldest sister, brother, and parents waiting for you in the dining room.

“D-Did I miss something?” you laugh awkwardly. They all seem to be looking at you, disappointment or disgust written on their faces at the sight of your dress. You do your best to hide it with your purse.

“No,” your sister starts. “But we seem to be missing the part where you let dirty construction workers make out with you in public.”

You feel your heart sink to your feet, a cold heat spreading throughout your body.

“Susanna,” you pinch the skin between your eyebrows. “It’s not like that.”

“Please, enlighten us, then,” she snobs.

You take a breath, ready to explain yourself. But your father stops you.

“Invite the boy over,” he calmly states.

“What?” all four of you say at once.

“Dad, are you crazy?” your brother laughs. “He’s a construction worker.”

“Ren, please,” you attempt to control your anger. You don’t like the way they are talking about him right now. Only mentioning his job and ignoring the rest.

“What, don’t like me talking down on your pet?” he smiles, doing his best to get under your skin. It’s working, that’s for sure.

“Seriously, darling, what are you thinking?” your mother puts her hand on your father's arm.

“The boy clearly has feelings for my daughter,” he sets down his brandy on the dining table. “And, if I’m not mistaken, she has the same feelings.”

Your sister looks at you in disgust, wondering how you could ever fall for someone so low class.

“Besides, he owes me a good explanation for destroying your clothes,” he clears his throat. “That was custom designed.”

—

You run to your car after the ‘meeting’ your family welcomed you home with. Your hands shake and tremble, trying to start the car without bursting into tears.

Without even calling him, you race to Taehyung’s apartment, knocking on his door with panic laced in every vein of your body.

He opens it, a big smile warming your heart. But it quickly fades at the pale look on your face.

“What’s wrong,” he pulls you into his apartment.

He’s showered since you last saw him. He changed into his PJs, not yet ready to get into his outfit for your date tonight. On any other day, you would be struck with the comfy boyfriend look, ready to pounce into his arms and hold him close until the sun rose. But not today. Today, you have uncertainty flowing through your veins. Could this be the end? Could this be the start of something new? What will happen between now and midnight?

“Baby, talk to m—”

“My parents want to meet you,” you interrupt him.

“What?”

“T-They want to meet you,” you say again. “Actually, my entire family wants to meet you. Today. Tonight. For dinner. At my house.”

You watch him take it all in, his expression changing rapidly into emotions you can’t really put a label on. You’ve never seen this expression on his face. You’re sure it’s a bit of excitement, as he’s always wanted to meet them. But also a little bit of worry, as you’ve told him what they think of people like him.

“I-Is this about the dress?” he asks worriedly.

“Kind of!” you panic, your hands running through your hair. Frustrated tears flood your eyes. You’re just so frustrated with this situation. With your sister, with your brother and dad. With everyone but Taehyung. He doesn’t deserve this. “My sister saw us today, apparently. A-And she went to my parents, a-and they were waiting for me when I got home, along with my brother. My dad was the one who suggested you come over, and I don’t know why. I can’t read what any of them are trying to say.”

“Hey,” he grabs your shoulders. You start to cry, fat tears falling down your cheeks.

“This is not how I wanted today to go,” you cry-laugh to yourself.

“I know,” he kisses your forehead. “Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.”

“I don’t know what to do,” you candor as you fall into his neck, sobbing against his shirt.

His big palms rub your back. You’re sure he’s a little shocked right now. You’ve told him about your family. About what kind of people they are. You’re sure he’s scared, too. You hate this. You wish you could just run away and avoid it all.

“Let’s start with figuring out what I’m going to wear, yeah?” he gently smiles down at you.

___

Dinner is awkward. So awkward.

It’s quiet, and your leg bounces rapidly in your seat.

Your parents hadn’t let Taehyung sit next to you. Rather, he sits across from you, unable to soothe your nerves with a hand on your thigh or palm.

Your sister and brother sit next to you, your parents on either end of the table. There are two empty seats next to Taehyung, him being closest to your father.

You’re sure your siblings had interrogated him a little when your mother forced you to change into something else when the two of you got here. Clad in a pink flowy dress and a braid, you nervously made your way down the stairs and into the dining room, only to find your boyfriend in front of his seat, nodding to the space between your siblings as your own.

Since the appetizers came in, no one had spoken a word.

It’s terribly uncomfortable, and you try to distract yourself by silently telling Taehyung to put his napkin in his lap instead of next to his plate. Your brother laughs, and you jab your elbow into his side.

“So,” your father starts. His voice sends a shock down your spine. “I’m sure you have a good explanation for the dress.”

Your nerves spike the highest they’ve ever been. The dress isn’t really that important. Had it been anyone else, maybe someone your father knew or liked, the dress would be replaced without a word the next day. His pressure on the dress with Tae makes you think he will use it against him, causing you to bounce both of your legs up and down rapidly.

“Yes, I—” you start, but your father raises his palm slightly, telling you to stay quiet and let him answer.

“Yes,” Taehyung clears his throat. “I apologize, sir. I was simply being careless. I was excited to see your daughter, and had acted before realizing what she was wearing.”

“That was custom made,” your sister starts. “By Chanel.”

Taehyung doesn’t seem to recognize the name, making your sister smile snottily.

“It’s a brand,” she shoves her food into her mouth with a snobby tug of her lips.

You clutch the end of your silverware, trying to transfer all the things you wish you could scream into the piece of silver metal.

“Enough,” your father stops her interrogation. He has made it clear he would be the one interrogating tonight. “I do have to ask, though,” he turns his attention toward Tae again. “What makes you think you’re worthy of seeing my daughter?”

The table is silent, everyone’s mind empty but your own. You could think of a million reasons, maybe even more than that, as to why he deserves you. But does Taehyung think he deserves you? You thought you made it clear within the past two years that he does, but his silence speaks for itself.

After a few more seconds of being silent, your father laughs a little through his nose.

“I am aware of your financial situation so that already docks a big chunk off your worth,” he starts again.

“Father,” you try to stop him.

“Your occupation is less than fulfilling,” he continues. “Surely, you must know that affection alone cannot support her.”

Taehyung’s mouth is so dry, that he wants to drink the entire ocean. But he lets it sit in discomfort, the truth ringing through his ears like a bomb dropped right in front of him.

“You care for her, son,” he sighs. “I can see that,” your father sets down his brandy, resting his elbows on the armrests of his chair, and latching his fingers together over his lower chest. “So, why don’t we just end this here. Before it gets any deeper than it is.”

You see Taehyung’s heart drop to his stomach. You wish you could go over to him and put it right back in his chest for him, but your father continues to drop it further and further until it eventually breaks in two upon impact with the hard floor.

“I’ll give you an ultimatum, just to be sure you understand,” your father starts. “You go back to your construction work and help your parents with their grocery business. Cut her out of your life. In return, I’ll forget about the dress. About the some 70 thousand dollars you owe me for the destruction of it.”

“Father, please,” you cry, starting to stand. "It was my fault." But your sister grabs your shoulder and pushes you back down onto your seat.

“If you’re smart, you’ll understand how long that would take to accumulate on top of your other finances to return,” he continues. “If you truly care about her, you’d let her find someone who can meet all of her expectations and give her a comfortable future.”

“No,” you start, but Taehyung silences you with his gaze.

He looks to you from your father, feeling the weight of his words. You look at him, seeing how he believes every word your father is saying. You see it ring in his ears, and you know exactly what his next words are going to be.

“Sir, I—” he rasps, defeat flooding his lungs. This is not about the dress. He’d spent the rest of his life paying your father back if it meant he’d let him have you. This is about your future that he knows he can’t support; about the fact that he knows the best he can give you is nowhere near the luxury someone else can. “I just want her to be happy.”

“In this world, love is not enough for that,” Your father stands up, his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “I’ll show you to the door, son,” your father says.

Taehyung stills, his attention suddenly transferred to the calluses on his palms. He examines them, then the scuffs on the rim of his sleeves. It serves as a reminder, that even the best things he owns cannot match up to the expectations served tonight. He knows you don’t care. He knows you’re better than this. But surely it might become easier with time for you. Your father would find someone genius, with wealth beyond imagination. You will forget about him with time, and your wounds will heal. You’ll have an army of new cars, go to fancy banquets with designer dresses, a penthouse in the city, a smart-suit husband, and beautiful children with loads of worth to their names. He thinks about what he could give you, and it amounts to close to nothing. He’s already given you everything he has, and it’s not enough to keep you safe.

He thinks about this before standing in his seat. Your breath hitches in his throat, watching him give you up, your father’s hand on his back guiding him through the dining room, neither sparing you a glance.

“No,” you cry, standing up. Your sister tries to stop you again, but you shove her hand away.

“Y/n L/n, if you chase that boy, right now will be the last time you step in this house!” your mother slams her hands on the table.

There are words you wish you could say. So many emotions and slander and curse words you wish you could shout and spit in her face.

“I'm happy with him,” is all you can say. "I love him"

“Love is but a word,” your mother rolls her eyes. “You will forget about him in two weeks! That boy cannot support you. He can be replaced.”

“He can’t be,” you counter. Your chest rises with words, an essay might come out of your mouth, but you’re silenced when your father comes back into the room, Taehyung gone from your sight. You silence yourself, knowing you have to make a choice. Without even thinking, your feet move, and you’re brushing past your father, opening the door to you’re home and welcoming the rain.

Your parents wouldn’t have his presence in your life, banishing him from your home after he showed up in the nicest clothes he owned. They forbid him from ever seeing you again, using the price of your stained clothes as a threat if he ever were to lay eyes on you again. But you ignore that, running after him, soaking yourself in the rain once again as you chase him.

You call his name, shouting it into the street. He ignores you, and you feel you’re going crazy the more you call out his name until he finally turns around in quick anger. By this point, you two had already gone well down the street, far away from your posh, gated house. He grabs your cheeks in his palms, pressing his lips harshly against yours. You kiss him with fervor, letting the rain soak your pink dress and braided hair. He does the same, not giving a care in the world about the time he spent trying to make himself look nice for your family. He kisses you as if it would be the last time he would ever feel your lips against his again.

“We can’t do this, Y/n,” he breaks the kiss. His forehead rests against yours, his eyes close as his jaw clenches from his own words.

“Tae,” you sob, cupping his cheek. He covers your hand with his own, squeezing it tight.

“You know we can’t, Y/n,” he shakes his head, looking into your tear-filled eyes. “They will never accept me.”

“I accept you,” you sniffle. “Please don’t leave me, Tae. I accept you.”

“It’s not enough,” he whispers.

“N-No,” you shake your head.

But he already began letting go of your hand, his heel taking a step back.

“T-Tae, no,” you grab his other hand, but he forcibly makes you let go. You watch him turn on his heel, his back replacing his chest.

“Kim Taehyung,” you sob into the open air of the empty street. He does nothing, continuing his path to wherever he is going. “Taehyung!” you scream, but he doesn’t stop.

Your chest rises and falls so quickly, that you feel dizzy. Panic rises into every vein in your body, watching him grow smaller and smaller as he distances himself from you. Never in your life had you felt like it was between life or death between two choices. But god, was it clear which option had been labeled death, and which one was life.

“Marry me,” you shout. You watch his feet stop, both shoes parallel to each other. The panic in your veins slightly subsides at the fact that his distance stopped becoming larger. And then you say it again. “Marry me, Taehyung.”

He turns around, and you begin walking—running—toward him.

“Don’t say that,” he angrily breathes through his nose once you reach him.

“Marry me,” you say it again.

He looks up, despite the rain, his jaw clenched.

“I can’t go through life without you,” you cry, shaking your head. “I can’t do it.”

“You can,” he denies.

“I’m so in love with you,” you laugh, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I love you.”

His hands clench, balled into fists. God, did he love you more than the world itself. More than himself. But he can’t be selfish. He can’t rip you away from your family.

“And what about them?” he nods his head in the direction of your house.

“They can’t replace you,” you cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. “No one can replace you.”

“You can’t replace your family, Y/n,” he says. “I’m just a guy. Probably the least qualified to have you,” he laughs through his nose. “I can be replaced. They cannot.”

“They have given me a choice,” you cry. His words hurt. You wish you could make him see just how irreplaceable he is. You cannot replace your family, but you cannot replace him, either. “I already made it the minute I ran out of the house.”

He looks at you, finally locking eyes with yours. You feel the panic fade when he looks at you, and you can’t help but feel that this is right. That you’re making the right choice.

“Y/n,” he starts, shaking his head.

“I chose you a long time ago,” you go on. “The minute I shared my umbrella with you, I chose you. All your boxy smiles and shy laughs. Your job; your family. You. Your heart.”

A tear falls from his eye, his jaw still clenched.

“I can’t give you this life,” he takes your hands from his cheeks, holding them tightly between your soaked bodies. “I-I will never be able to afford law school or a gated mansion in the city. Or a white Chanel dress,” he whispers the last part. “Your life — I can’t rob you of it.”

“You are my life, Tae,” you rub your nose against his. “That stuff doesn’t matter. I want you. Forever.”

He gulps, the look in your eye speaking nothing but the truth. It scares him because of course, he wants the best for you. But he is unsure of himself, of what he can give you other than his heart. But the way you look at him, as if that is truly enough for you, makes his worries subside. You’re choosing him. Between life or death, you took a side, labeling him as life.

He grabs your waist, his arm pulling you into his frame as he sears his lips onto yours. Big, callused palms cup your jaw, holding you against his lips as if you’d try to escape. This time around, the kiss is hard, so needy and loved. You feel loved like you’ve never felt before. All the panic in your heart fades and is replaced with a need to keep him close. You assume he feels the same, his strong arms lifting you around his waist. You laugh against his lips.

“I love you,” you chuckle, almost in disbelief that you could love someone so much. He’s given you something you thought you’d never receive in the world your parents brought you into. You feel fresh with him, like you’ve been born again.

He kisses you again, confirming he feels the same before he sets your feet back on the wetted sidewalk.

“Let’s go,” he takes your hand.

“Where?” you follow him.

“My place,” he looks back at you.

You come up to his side, holding his arm as you walk in the rain. It was just a walk until thunder struck again, and the rain started falling ten times harsher than it was before. It causes you to shriek, and Taehyung only laughs, beginning a sprint while you follow after him.

You two ran to the bus stop, where you kissed some more, before the bus arrived and you shivered in the air conditioning of the large vehicle until it arrived on the other side of the city.

His place became a little bit of yours. You had unofficially moved in until now, as you stumble in his arms into the elevator, making out like horny teens until the number for the 15th floor rang in his ears and he pulled away.

The kisses you press to his neck make his whole body feel weak, his fingers unable to find the key to his apartment amongst the many in the single key ring chain he owns.

“Baby,” he whispers desperately. “S-Slow down, m’ trying to find the key,” he nervously chuckles.

You only run your hands under his soaked shirt, feeling the divots of his abs under your fingertips. Working at a construction company certainly did have more perks than one.

Finally, he seems to have found the key, slipping it forcibly into the lock and turning it until it opened the door to his apartment.

“Come here,” he lifts you up onto his hips, walking you inside his place and pushing you against the door, making it close all the way. He’s sure to lock it after tossing his keys somewhere on the neighboring kitchen counter as he kisses hot trails up your neck. They’re hasty kisses, and so so needy.

“T-Tae,” you grip his hair.

The feeling makes him groan, his hand forming a fist against the wall in pure self-control.

You slide your fingers under his shirt again, except this time, they go all the way up. You force his shirt off his skin, and he lets you take it off as his hands firmly grip your waist. He uses his new grip to support you when he moves you off the wall, his legs guiding you through his apartment as you kiss his neck once more. This time, to leave marks.

You latch onto his sweet spot so tenderly, and he grips your hips hard enough to leave his own marks on your skin.

With one hand, he pushes open the door to his bedroom before landing you on the soft sheets of his bed. You’re overwhelmed with him. The smell of his clean sheets floods your lungs as he traps you underneath his body.

You gasp when he slides his hands up your waist, his fingers coming to your back to find the zipper of your dress.

He waits for your permission, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he plays with the zipper.

“Please, Tae,” you allow him.

He nods against your neck, telling you without words that he’s going to undress you.

You sit up for him, making it easier for him to carry the fabric down your hips. You’re revealed to him in your soaked bra set. Nothing fancy, just nude colors to hide your undergarments beneath your dress.

But despite the plainness, you watch him admire your body, eyes flicking back and forth, trying to remember what you look like underneath the rest of your clothes. You help him, reaching behind you to unhook your bra yourself.

It falls off your shoulders and your skin perks with the cold air mixing with your wet skin.

“Make love to me,” you ask. “Please.”

Taehyung’s mouth goes dry. He’s seen you naked countless times. Fucked you like a rabbit in heat multiple times in just a day. But god, did hearing you ask him to make love to you settle the weight of your proposal from earlier. You really do choose him. And suddenly, he feels like it is the first time he’s ever looked at you naked. Like it was the first time he was going to enter your body.

He felt nervous. So, so nervous. But never so sure of anything else in his life. He knew he wanted you as his forever. But was too selfless to ask you to leave your prosperous life for his. For the longest time, he thought he was living on borrowed time with you. That one day, his first and only love would eventually leave him. His dreams are coming true, and he doesn’t know how to process that other than following your exact command.

“Tae?” you cup his cheek.

He sits on his knees, each one placed next to your thighs as you sit below him.

You watch his throat bob as he swallows, his face leaning into your touch. You bring him back to life, his body finally moving to trap you against the sheets again.

With soft lips, much less needy than the prior ones you two have shared today, he kisses you. He’s gentle as his hips press against yours. You gasp against his lips, the feeling of his clothed cock against your thin underwear stirring things inside of you.

You wrap your legs around his hips, crossing your ankles to secure his embrace over your own.

Taehyung groans, the friction making his desire uncontrollable as he grinds against your core.

“T-Taehyung,” you gasp, head falling back against the sheets. He takes this as an opportunity to trap the skin of your neck with his teeth, gently biting at your flesh in soft confessions of his love.

Your breasts push against his bare skin, feeling overwhelmed when he takes your pert nipple between his fingers, pinching them slightly, just enough to drive you crazy.

It’s all too much, his lips, his fingers, his hips grinding into you, sending waves of pleasure straight into your core. You just want him already. You want to feel full of him.

Your heels start the process, digging at the hem of his jeans as if you could get them off without your hands when they’re so securely fastened by his belt.

“Fuck,” he moans, finally granting your wish as he pushes off of you and unbuckles his belt.

Dark brown eyes admire you, laying on his sheets, giving yourself to him completely. You stare back at him, watching him push his jeans and boxers down to the floor, stepping out of them slowly before he hooks his slender finger under your panties.

“A-Are you sure?” he asks you, hiking your legs up as your underwear slides off your smooth skin.

“Yes,” you nod.

You hear your panties fall on the floor, joining the rest of your clothes, when he slowly spreads your legs, creating a place for himself as he falls on top of you again. Strong arms come under your shoulders, and you slide your hands up his neck, one arm securing him close to you, the other feeling a rapid heartbeat under his chest. You gasp when you feel the head of his cock brush gently against your thigh, so close to your core, but far enough away to make you want to beg for it. You, too, feel like it’s the first time all over again. When he took your virginity and your heart and wrote his name all over your skin.

“You look like you’re having second thoughts,” he shakily breathes above you, a small nervous smile on his lips.

“No,” you laugh shyly through your nose, looking into his warm eyes. You see yourself in them, and you’re reminded of the moment you first saw yourself in them two years ago.

“Are you scared?” he asks, lining himself up with your entrance. You know he isn’t referring to sex, but rather everything that comes after. Of your parents. Of everything you’ll have to sort out. But you know it is nothing that you won’t do alone. The man above you has made it clear that you will never feel alone again.

“A little,” you admit with a small smile.

“Me, too,” he kisses your cheek softly. With a push of his hips, his face falls into your neck, a small groan coming from his lips as you gasp and claw at the skin of his shoulder.

“Oh, T-Tae,” you moan sweetly, tangling your fingers in his hair as he slides out just to slam back into you once more. You feel giddy, a small raspy laugh coming from your throat as he develops a pace. He’s so perfect for you, fits you like a glove in more ways than one. He fills you completely. Over fills your cup with all of his love and giggles and smiles. You can’t get enough, it’s almost comical.

“Faster,” you whine, arching you back into him.

He obeys, grabbing your thighs and pushing them upwards until they’re hooked on his shoulders.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he moans, slamming into you with a newfound passion. Your nails slide down his biceps, some drawing blood from the feeling of his dick ripping you open. It makes you choke beneath him, your head falling back as he fucks you full of his cock. “S-So perfect.”

His nose brushes against your collarbone, using your neck as support when he leans his forehead against it. He takes a deep breath, breathing in your scent before he takes your hips firmly into his palms and holds you against the sheets. Your legs fall naturally, too weak to hold themselves up. But he doesn’t seem to care, instead using his new grip to pull you into his hips, pushing you deeper onto his length than you think you’ve ever gone before. The tip of his head kisses your cervix, and you wince in pleasurable pain when he slides out and slams against it again.

“A-Ah,” you whine, unsure how to feel about this new sensation. The man above you is sure, slowly but harshly pushing into you. His sureness makes you swell, and you feel like he is truly combining his body with your own the deeper he goes.

“Y-You,” he nearly slurs. Your pussy squeezes the head of his cock so justly, he feels his vision going blurry. Everything about you makes him explode. His dick, his mind, his heart. Everything. He can't even finish his sentence.

He goes faster, slipping past your folds with your slick sliding down your thighs and onto his sheets.

“T-Tae,” you panic, your high coming in quickly, setting warmly at the pit of your stomach just seconds away from release. “Tae, I’m gonna cum.”

“F-Fuck, me, too,” he moves faster, harder. His hands touch you, your skin following in flames the further his hands slide up your waist. He groans uncontrollably when you clench around him, your warm heat spreading down your walls as he makes love to you. “Y-Yn,” he whines.

“Say you love me,” you gasp, your voice nearly a whisper as you cream his cock.

“I love you,” he kisses your lips. It’s wet and so disgustingly sweet, you force him to lean himself into your body again, to use it to cum. “I love you so much.”

You watch him shut his eyes tight, his cock twitching inside of you, begging for release as he fights it, probably wanting to last longer for you, to give you a second orgasm before he lets himself cum.

“Cum for me, sweet boy,” you kiss his cheek.

“A-Ah,” he moans, his nose rubbing against yours. You squeak when he slams himself into you, harsh and raw, pushing past you as he fills you with ropes of white cum. “Oh, fuck,” he shakes, fists gathering the fabric of the sheets tightly as he falls into your neck, dick twitching as he cums hotly in your walls. He can’t control the noises, he’s never felt like this before. Like nothing else matters but his future with you.

His dick slips past your cervix, exiting your walls with loads of cum falling out of your abused cunt.

He falls on top of you, the two of you catching your breath with closed eyes and heavy limbs. Until you start laughing.

“What?” he chuckles with you. Your laugh is contagious.

He comes up to look at you, your cheeks red and your pupils shot with love.

“Nothing,” you shake your head. You look at him, cupping his cheek as he switches his gaze between your eyes and your cherry lips. “I-I’m just so happy.”

He laughs at that. Himself full of the same happiness.

“So?” you poke his cheek, raising an eyebrow.

“So?” he raises his own.

“Will you?”

“Will I…?”

“Will you marry me, silly,” you roll your eyes. Although it doesn’t seem nearly as sassy as it is supposed to, not with a giant smile plastered on your face.

“Oh,” he smiles back. “I guess.”

“'You guess'?!” you pinch his shoulder. He winces but laughs as he pulls you into a hug, switching himself on his back with your hips straddling his own. Cum leaks down onto his softening cock, but that is the last thing on either of your minds. His big hands feel the smoothness of your thighs, as yours play with the skin of his chest. If he didn’t know every one of your quirks, he would have taken it as you being silly. But he knows you’re just a little nervous about his answer.

“Yes,” he takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Of course I will. But, let me do it properly.”

You physically relax, and pure happiness floods your system.

“We never do things properly,” you remind him, rolling your eyes with a smile again.

“You’re right,” he acknowledges. “I-It might be a while, but at least let me buy you a ring.”

“Okay,” you bite your lip, hiding a closed-lipped smile. It doesn’t work, of course, and the two of you are left a stupid mess as you start your forever together.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2024]

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[btsugarush]

I’ll Make You A Star | kth [m.list]

❝do you want to be a fucking star?❞

summary: an aspired singer gets more than she bargains for when she meets a music manager in the making, who’s methods to make her famous become a bit unorthodox and unsettling.

pairings: manager!taehyung x aspired singer!f!reader.

warnings: smut, tattooed!taehyung, manipulation, abuse, drug usage, drug addiction, possessive behavior, angst, strong language, 18+, minors dni.

author’s note: yes i write for more than just jungkook and yoongi y’all. i love me some tae, especially a tae with tattoos. 😮‍💨 coming soon, but not too soon.

©btsugarush. please do not repost.

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[aseaofyoongi]

behind pixels: sequel | jjk

jeon jungkook x reader (f)

genre: sex worker au (jk)

rating: mature audiences only (strictly 18+)

summary: after visiting a certain little app where a guy assisted you during a very stressful night, you realize the man is closer to you than you think.

warnings: not another continuation to a college au. . yes, yes it is; a bit of fluff, a but of smut; wetdreams-ish; masturbation; clitorial stimulation; fingering; in a public location… if you know what i mean; penetrative sex; unprotected sex; oc is a bit insecure; crush culture; i think that’s it honestly

word count: 12.7 thousand words

posted: may 13, 2023

notable songs: self control - frank ocean | love is only a feeling - joey bad$$ | day dream - destin conrad | fire in the sky - anderson paak

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It’s been two weeks.

An entire fourteen days since you were blessed with JK’s instructions as assistance to a night of relief from a collection of frustrating days.

The night when his thunderous voice soothingly lead you towards the most delicious orgasm you’ve experienced. Days after that very event you found yourself dwelling in the fanasities he had communicated from the other side of the screen — dusting off the records stored deep in your brain. All you wanted, all you craved was his voice, his attention, and the one thing you had not been able to experience yet, his touch.

After locking your dorm room door, you removed you shirt and shorts before plopping down on your cotton bed sheets. Your eyes were shut tightly blocking out the brightness from the lamp on the nightstand, with the constant linger of JK in your head your hand began traveling lower until it finally pushed past the hem of your panties. The feeling of your fingertips against your clit sent bolts of electricity en route down your back. You began, working towards that same finish line you’d once crossed when talking to JK on Eargasm. But it wasn’t the same, it’s like you were on that same road you once were but your destination moved farther and farther into the horizon.

Still, with beads of sweat streaming down your temples and with your right hand going numb you continued to rub circles against the sensitive bud in-between your folds.

“Come on, come on,” you huffed as your already muggy dorm became hotter and hotter.

But it wasn’t working — It was useless. Your fingers were useless.

“Doll,” you heard his voice from across the room.

“JK?” your eyes flew open envisioning the man you’ve only spoken to from behind your computer screen. You weren’t sure why but it was so hard to draw the connection between the two of them. There was JK, the man who helped you just a few nights ago with his alluring utters. Then, there was him, still JK only he was the boy who sat behind the front desk in the student center with his nose constantly stuck behind a book. They were the same person but they couldn’t be any more different.

Standing at completely different ends of the road. One became the personification of all of your carnal desires, while the other hid behind a clear shell unbeknownst to the effects his beauty had on you, on all of those around him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, dazed by the fact that he was here. . in your dorm and you were semi naked in his presence yet again, “how did you find out where I live? How did you get in?”

“Don’t worry doll,” he still wore the black mask he wore when he was on camera with you but you could tell by the way his eyes crinkled up that he was smiling behind the dark cloth, “I’m here to help. And by the looks of it seems like you just might need my assistance once again.”

He nodded in the direction of your hand buried under the fabric of your panties.

“I don’t have a masturbation addiction, OK?” you sat up on the bed resting your back on the headboard.

“I never said that,” he chuckled, “if you haven’t noticed I’m a sex worker and if anything, I’m addicted to making people cum.”

“Right.” You cleared your throat, his bluntless shooting straight down to your core.

“By my records I made you cum very. . very quickly,” yes, you were still succumbing to the endorphins of your thoughts circling around him — too focused on the way the bed dipped right beside you, “do you remember that?”

“Huh?”

“Come on, doll,” his hand landed right beside your thigh and he began gently stroking the fabric of your sheets, “don’t tell me you forgot already.”

“I didn’t,” there was a tingle slithering on the surface of your skin, “I was just thinking—“

“You’re thinking of him again aren’t you?” he shook his head, “just remember I’m just a couple messages away and he isn’t even around.”

“Him?” if only he knew. He was him.

“Him. That boy you told me about,” the pads of his fingers brushed against your thigh leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, “the one you said you were thinking about when you were touching yourself.”

“I wasn’t thinking of him.”

“Don’t spare my feelings doll. Tell me the truth. I can take it,” in a way he was right you were thinking of him, the boy from the student center but that also meant you were thinking of JK — how would you even go about explaining this situation to the very man who was clueless to the fact that he was the only person occupying your thoughts?

“When you wanna forget about him for a bit you know where I’ll be doll,” he leaned in and whispered in your ear softly, “I’ll show you a good time.”

His cool breath met the shell of your ear almost in a slowed motion, it left you a shuddering mess. Overcome by the feeling of the electrical currents coursing through your veins. You were addicted to that very feeling but specially because you knew he was the only person who could make you feel what you felt.

“JK, I promise, I’m not—“ you opened your eyes only to be met by a vacant space beside you on the bed.

Fuck. Not again, not again, not again. Everytime you found yourself aiming lower in an attempt for self release he visited you. Storming your thoughts like a tropical storm and wreaking havoc in his path. Reminding you that your fingers no longer had a sense of direction in mapping out your fantasies.

Your fingers now entirely futile. All while your sexual frustrations rose and your cunt continued its rhythmic drumming mimicking a quickening heartbeat. It was increasingly painful and it reminded you of the ease you’d once experienced under JK’s ministrations.

“I’m going crazy. .” you whispered out into the void, “I’m going fucking crazy.”

Temptation drew you closer and closer to the laptop laid out on top of your desk. Although you tried to restrain yourself against it, leaning back on the feeling was much easier. And before you knew it you were sitting on the computer chair with the browser opened up staring right back at you.

In your mind, you typed out Eargasm over and over again — yet there was a hint of hesitation restraining your hands to the arm’s rest.

“He’s just a couple words and clicks away,” you typed out the letters but your hand remained hovering over the keys incapable of actually conducting the search. Surrounded by silence and the anxious streaks of hesitancy — there were an abundant number of questions clouding your mind. But the main one remained whether he would even want you there.

“Just do it, you little bitch,” realistically speaking the chance of JK being online was high, but wasn’t exactly the issue. You knew he extended an invitation for you to visit him at your leisure but in the back of your head you couldn’t help but wonder if you were pushing it demanding his attention this quickly?

The clacking of the keys echoed among the walls of your room. Immediately, your eyes were exposed to the bright turquoise full screen with the seven letters highlighted in a bright pink tone. The more you ogled the welcome screen the more you were consumed . . fervid with the excitement cooking up in your stomach as you came to terms with the fact that JK was so close. In a haste you clicked on the message icon wanting to pull up the very familiar username but to your demise there was a ruby colored ring surrounding his icon. He was with someone else. . Someone who wasn’t you.

This is his job. You repeated.

He does this every night. You repeated.

There was an aching sting springing in the center of your chest and while prior to that night your heart remained at a sinus rhythm, in this moment that changed and you could feel as the organ slowed pumping almost coming to a full stop.

It really shouldn’t sting but you couldn’t help that it did.

“Please tell me you’re planning to go back home at some point this summer,” your best friend approached the table you occupied on the second floor of the dinning hall.

“Not a chance,” you swayed your pointer finger left and right.

Though, campus was significantly bare during the following scorching months there was nothing to really go back home to. While, you didn’t necessarily have a bad relationship with your parents — they were just never there. The purpose for their living and breathing was reduced down to avoiding you so they became addicted to their jobs. A pair of workaholics looking to forget about their personal lives, which only resulted in becoming estranged to their only daughter in the process.

And at the end of the day you’d rather spend nearly all three-hundred and sixty five days of the year on school grounds as opposed to being cooped up in a ‘house’ with nothing but empty rooms and frigid hallways.

“I can’t believe you actually chose to stay here. If I were you I’d be springing right past those brick columns and archway,” she sighed resting her head on her palm.

“How about we actually get you to pass that pesky math elective so that we can get back to your family for the entirety of the summer.”

“What about you?” she asked.

“What about me?”

“What will it take to finally get you to go back home at least once next summer?”

“I don’t think anything is compelling enough for me to go back there and ruin my summer,” you shrugged while taking another bite of your sandwich.

“Come on,” she whined, “Nothing?”

You shook your head — there was nothing back home for you but stark loneliness. That was crystal clear to you.

“There’s not a special somebody waiting for you?” Once again, you shook your head.

Nada.

“So you’re telling me there's not a mystery man who’s the root of all your pent up sexual frustration?” She raised an eyebrow at you, clearly not believing a single word out of your mouth. You hushed her immediately, scanning your surroundings to make sure the people in the surrounding tables weren’t hearing in on your conversation. They weren’t.

“Can you shut the fuck up?”

“You act as if it’s a crime,” she rolled her eyes, “everyone masterbates and it’s actually healthy you know.”

“I would really appreciate it if we could hold this conversation until we are behind closed doors,” you uttered through gritted teeth, feeling like you had the label ‘recent masturbater’ plastered on your forehead.

“Fine,” she took yet another bite of your apple, “will you at least tell me if Eargasm helped you illustrate all of your wildest fantasies.”

“You make it sound like it’s some sort of elaborate form of art,” you guffawed.

Her bulging eyes stared at you as if you’d insulted one of her family members or a pet, “It is an art form. It definitely is. Just think how hard it must be to help someone get off by quickly reading their body language through a screen.”

“When you put it like that the guy I saw must be a magician,” God, you tried stripping all hints of excitement from your voice at the casual acknowledgment of his presence.

If anything JK himself was an art piece himself, illustrated onto the canvas with pristine brush strokes detailing all the perfect curvatures of his face and physique. He draped himself in dark hues and even within the square frame just hung on the wall he was a light source. One that demanded your attention, holding eye contact at all times and refused to let you dedicate even a bit of your attention to anything or anything who wasn’t him.

“What do you mean by that?” she squinted while crossing her arms at her chest.

“Well, for starters,” you shrugged, “I kind of never turned on my camera. . Not for the beginning of the session at least.”

“Not for the entire session?”

“Exactly.”

“Bitch, that was a question not a statement.”

You sighed; blanketed with bashfulness, “so after I requested a video session and he finally called I physically couldn’t hit the camera button.”

“And what did he say?”

“Nothing condescending,” you took a sip of your water, “he was actually really nice about it. That was pretty much the session.”

“But you insinuated you turned it on at some point?”

You stared out the glass windows adoring the wall beside the table — Now, you began to weigh your options. You could either deflate, avoid or confess. And at this point you were one hundred percent sure she has seen far too much. Much more than you ever intended to show anyone on this entire campus.

“I said that?” Avoid? Ok.

“You did. .” She pushed her chair closer to yours, perhaps her attempt at creating a concealed atmosphere.

“I have nothing to tell.”

You kissed her teeth simulating hints of annoyance at your discretion, “Bitch. . stop acting clueless. You’re a shit liar.” She eyed the way you anxiously played around with your hooped earrings.

“I’m not hiding anything” you let go of the silver jewelry and sat up on your chair, “And I’m not a shit liar.”

“Fine. Spare the juicy secrets.” She shrugged, “but at least tell me who you saw.”

After giving the tables around you a thorough scan to make sure he wasn’t near you finally whispered the only name you knew him by into her ear, “I almost chose Tae but then remembered you see him so I saw JK instead.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t cause Tae is mine,” she grinned like a fool. A love struck fool.

“Yours, as in yours and probably a hundred other girls. You know that, right?”

“That’s the crude reality isn’t it?” she sat the half eaten apple on the table huffing continuously like a mopey child, “how was JK though?”

Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and while there were a million praises you wanted to express, all of the words sat idle in the back of your throat, “he was good.”

“Just. . good?”

“Well, better than good actually,” you began, urging your mind to unscramble the words needed to amplify his saccharine aid, “He was gentle and patient. But even more than that he was also sweet and caring.”

“I’ve read this man’s description before so he has tattoos and an eyebrow piercing right?” you nodded in confirmation, “plus he’s a literal angel?”

“Pretty much.”

“Dear God, how are you even breathing right now?” she placed her arms at your shoulders and rocked you back and forth emphasizing your existence here on planet earth as you finally comprehended that you weren’t just living some sort of venereal dream.

“I-I honestly don’t even know,” the flashed lingers of that night resided in your mind in small clips — the more you tried to recall the amatory details the more your mind became cloudy, dazed in its own lustful elixir. A potion so potent you were still high days after just off that hour doze, “it was definitely a night.”

“You should visit him again,” she began poking your side, “I know you wanna see him again.”

“I don’t know,” you giggled, pushing yourself away from her finger, “I honestly think it was a one time thing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

General Ed classes were frankly the worst part of university. You couldn’t quite understand the need to take all of the same classes you took and passed in highschool just so that they could reaffirm that you could in fact do math or knew your basic knowledge of biology or chemistry.

It was bullshit — An evident cash grab scheme. All at the expense of dedicating one’s freshmen year attending classes we truly didn’t even really need applied to our major.

You could sincerely rant about this all day long but it was currently nine in the morning, you were running low, (very low actually), on coffee and you were already ten minutes late to your intro to biology class. Your pace was matched with long strides as you were practically running through the courtyard.

Finally pushing through the glass door you felt the way the blanket of sweat covered your forehead. Leaving your skin as bright as polished glass and your breath shortening as a result of the rapid trip between your dorm and the library.

“Fuck,” you were out of breath choosing to take a seat on the bench near the entrance for a seconds before reluctantly hoping back on your feet and trotting up the stairs to the computer room.

Looking through the door’s window you saw the professor lecturing away. You practiced about a dozen ways to go in before you finally convinced yourself to just barge in — which eventually you did but a wave of regret washed over you when the door behind you closed with a loud bang and suddenly all glares were on you.

“Sorry,” you muttered.

“No worries, it happened to almost everyone here. Seems like the door is louder than we perceived,” the professor replied.

Scanning around the mid-size room you saw foreign faces staring back at you until your bestfriends smiled beamed brightly from the table at the end of the room. She was sitting alone with two vacant chairs on either side “Yeah, seems like it.”

“Well, welcome to Intro to Conducting Research. I’m Mr. Kim.” he introduced himself with a tender smile, “I hope you found your way ok. I know this one’s kind of a hidden gem unlike the rest of the lecture halls.”

“It did take me just a bit of time,” you chuckled, suppressing your nerves as they quickly urged you to scramble away from the front of the class and just sink into a chair to prevent yourself from verbalizing anymore idiotic babbles and incoherencies, “is the seating assigned?”

“No, no go ahead and find a seat wherever you’d like. We were just getting started.”

Quickly, you found yourself plopping on the chair beside your bestfriend, puffing out the constrained breath that had taken your chest cavity hostage as a result of your embarrassing entrance. Mr. Kim continued his first day lecture which mainly consisted of a syllabus reading, his life’s story and the scrambled rules to an icebreaker on the white board.

“What do the icebreaker questions say?” your friend asked, squinting to get a better look at the board, “I left my glasses at my dorm.”

“Does it matter?” you slouched down aiming for complete comfort slinging your feet on the metal bar, “we literally know everything about each other already.”

“Bullshit, I have no idea what your name is. .” Her delivery was accompanied with low and raspy vibratos. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought she was mimicking Mr. Kim’s voice. She pulled her phone from one of the pockets of her book bags and began scrolling aimlessly.

Your chuckle was airy and quickly vanished when you heard the rusty hinges of the door wailing out. The loud noise from the door meeting the threshold startled you although your eyes were already glued to the front of the room.

“That door is going to drive me fucking crazy,” the exasperation in her words was evident and you were about to agree but suddenly, you had moved from your place right beside her — feeling like she was now miles away. While you were now in this narrow space similar to an alley or tunnel. In the distance you saw her still glued to her phone screen while sitting on the opposite end; succumbed to pitch blackness. Even as you stood and attempted to sprint in her direction you were condemned to the enclosed walls.

You couldn’t tell whether you were trapped within a dream or a nightmare but he was here.

JK was here.

That was the torment drumming itself amongst the walls of your skull as the beat etched the stills of that night deep into your brain. The night you swore you would forget yet here he was to remind you of every second of it. Yet, your gaze was focused on him and you just couldn’t peel your eyes away.

You’d concluded it was entirely his fault. He possessed the kind of beauty you’d only ever heard derived from the ancient Gods of Greece — and as if he was a descendant of Aphrodite he held distinct associations to his name. You would argue JK was synonymous to beauty (obviously), love, passion and most certainly lust.

You must have been deep in orbit because you couldn’t recall the first or the second or the hundredth time your friend called out for you, so much so that she began shaking you to get you to snap out of it.

“Cute boy is coming this way,” she nodded in his direction, and you quickly realized he was closer than you had perceived, “Look alive bitch. He definitely looks like your type.”

“I don’t have a type,” you whispered through gritted teeth — he was close now. Just a few feet away.

“Yes, you do,” she mumbled back, “he’s practically a carbon copy of your Eargasm boyfriend.”

“He’s not,“ you argued quietly.

With her giggles circling through the air and your bulging eyes of horror JK finally made it to the proximity of your table and his soft utters sent an algid shiver to take route on your skin freezing you right into place.

His name was Jungkook, you’d learned.

He was JK but he was also Jungkook.

Between unremitting stutters you introduced yourself briefly and he took the liberty of occupying the only vacant chair left in the classroom which also happened to be right next to your best friend.

Small talk was your kryptonite and while your friend excelled in keeping conversations alive, you sat opposite the two of them lulled into space. Making your best attempt to seem as least interested as possible. But the truth was whenever you heard his voice you thought a command would follow right behind it — just like the ones he communicated that night.

Your thoughts were scrambled into a mess and there was a dull ache in between your legs further accentuating the frustration you’ve felt for far too long.

“What about you?” he asked, his eyes were duly set on you.

“Huh?” his brown eyes were so much more invasive in person and you felt like he devoured you with them.

“Is this your second year too?” he repeated.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, “it is.”

“Don’t mind her,” your friend said, “she’s a little out of it.”

“It’s ok,” he smiled; and quickly you noticed the silver hoop sparkling on the corner of his lip. Was that always there? You hadn’t noticed before. “Being here for the summer has us all going a little crazy.”

“Is this your first summer here?”

He nodded, “I usually head back home for summer but I figured I would get my gen ed’s out the way.”

“We all had the same idea I suppose,” you contributed.

“It’s better than being here for a whole extra semester,” she played mindlessly with the zippers on her backpack.

“What about you guys?” he asked, “is this your first summer here.”

Your friend quickly began recounting her endless summer adventures from years prior. . far far away from campus. Jungkook nodded and they both reflected on the forsaken summer ahead. Deflated at the exceeding number of voyages they’ll be missing while condemned to remain on campus.

You couldn’t help but wonder about the things you had kept from yourself. . A lot perhaps.

With the company of the scorching heat of the summer months daylight savings time lurked right behind it—providing the longevity of the sun, as the Earth seems to lean a bit closer to the star and decrease its speed in rotation.

And here you were melting away by the very sun. Unbeknownst to the so-called wonders of the summertime. Barred from any of the memories everyone seemed to be defined by: the best months of the year, the best moments of your life they’d say.

While enthralled in your own thoughts you heard your friend’s voice though it was a bit muffled, still you were able to make out what she said, “Ellie is over there. I’m gonna go say hi. You two talk okay?”

Jungkook chuckled softly. Why would she say that? Ugh, she made it weird. She definitely made it weird.

“Is she always like this?” he asked, leaning a bit closer in your direction and although he still remained in his chair at a considerable distance, you could feel the waves of his body heat crashing against you.

“Always,” there was a hint of nervousness stained on your tongue but you swallowed it down. Or at least tried to, “life’s never boring when she’s around.”

“You guys been friends long?” he asked, gis voice still vibrated in your inner ear, sounding like the beat of drums. It truly did frazzle your nerves.

“Yeah, we’ve been friends for a bit.”

He nodded. Simply soaking in what you’ve said—there was nothing else to say but you urged to hear the strumming of his sweet words just once more.

“What about you,” you clasped your balmy hands on top of the table, “you got any friends around here?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nodded, “I have a couple. We all live near each other back home too so I’m never allowed a moment of peace.”

“Seems like we’re kind of living under the same pretenses.”

“Seems like it. Maybe, we could escape away together one day.”

Together? Did he just say together? As in the both of you, on the same route. . Intentionally, while in each other’s company?

The silence between the two of you was deafening, you became nearly incompetent; unable to communicate anything corrigible. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your throat became dry. So fucking dry.

“Or-“ he began, seemingly taken back by your lack of verbal communication.

“Yes,” you finally said, “I’d like that very much.”

“You promise?”

“One day.”

The first week of research class was slow. . repetitive and you couldn’t help the way your thoughts wandered off to your conversation with Jungkook the first day of class. How you promised each other one day—Just one day but that was as far as it has gone so far.

Even though, in that moment, you couldn’t feel farther away from him.

You’d barely uttered a word to each other but the patented ‘hello’ and ‘bye’ but that was the extent of it. There had been nothing else. Plus he no longer sat near, he was three tables away with his friend, Namjoon who had switched in on day two of class.

You couldn’t ignore the ping in your heart when you walked in that day and you saw him that far away—You could no longer spark up nuisance conversations, or sneak glances when you pretended to write your notes or have the sweetness of his vanilla scent inundating your nostrils.

It has all gone to shit. With fervent frustration you trotted up the stairs to your dorm on the second floor. Looking forward to laying in the comfort of your bed until you have to physically peel yourself away from your sheets.

The first strike was pitched the moment you pulled out your key card from the back pocket of your jeans and it immediately hit the floor. Conducting a string of breathing exercises to ease your rising vexation you picked up the card once more and took a deep breath before sliding it into the reader. The world was pitted against you that day though, because as soon as you retrieved the card and reached for the knob the electronic lock dinged and flashed its red light.

You tried again and again and again—all your attempts leading to the same result. Until finally your irritation ran rampant through your veins and you continuously banged on your door with your balled fists as if that would have made a difference. There was no one on the other side who could possibly rescue you, your only solution lived in the student center. . Visiting the very booth occupied by a certain boy who lived in your heart and mind.

“Oh c’mon, not today,” you mumbled leaning against the cold wooden door, “fucking Monday’s are always shit.”

The way to the student center was not long at all but your calves were torched with the amount of walking you’d already done for the day. Luckily, as you pulled the door open the hallways were vacant which meant there were no lines and most importantly no waiting.

“Finally, this damned day might just be turning around,” you mumbled to yourself.

You walked down the corridor, entered the second to last room and there he was sitting behind the rectangle frame carved into the wall. Jungkook’s chin rested on his palm. His long strands were left in a disarray but it made it work. He truly did. The rest of his body was hidden behind the tall desk but even from your position near the door you could see the collar of his black t-shirt. Even as the bell on top of the door chimed his attention was consumed by the brightly lit screen laid out in front of him.

“Hi,” he greeted, not looking up in the direction of the door once, “welcome to card and ID services. How may I help you?”

“Is this how you greet all the students who pop in here?” you teased with what you recalled to be your most idiotic smile plastered on your face.

He chortled finally realizing who it was, “if I would’ve known it was you I would have given you my undivided attention from the moment you walked in.”

Realizing you stood without your friend as a shield for conversations, you swallowed your nervousness. “You say a lot but I bet you don’t mean half of what comes out of your mouth.”

“I live by codes of honesty, doll.”

There was a stumble in your step as soon as you heard the pet name he uttered through your laptop screen all those nights ago. The same one that had you lured under his spell, in a disarray of emotions, whimpering babbles of nothing at all and everything all at once.

“Whatever you say, Jungkook,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m actually here for a reason, not just for your charms and to see a pretty face.”

“Charms and a pretty face huh?” he smirked.

“Anyway,” you diverted the conversation away from your inane choice of words, “I’m actually here because I can’t open my dorm door with this thing anymore.”

“Is it working though?”

“No,” you slid the card over to him on the surface of the desk. You were hoping to get a peak of his tattoos as he reached out for it but he wore a hoodie. “it isn’t working like. . at all.”

“Actually, I was talking about my charismatic personality and dashing good looks.” His annoying and compelling magnetism had you in conflict between wanting to smack him upside the head or suck his dick behind the counter. “According to you of course.”

“Let’s table the cockiness for now and focus on the actual problem taking root,” you tapped your fingers in the plastic rectangular key.

Jungkook smiled and took the plastic key before sitting back on his office chair and typing away purposely into his keyboard. Even under the shitty lighting of this holed up office space his attractiveness was evident.

“How did you even manage to fuck up your card this bad?” he asked, not really demanding an answer but you shrugged anyway, “the computer won’t even read it.”

“I really have no idea.”

“This is gonna cost you, you know” his eyes still remained on the screen.

“I thought this shit was free?” you argued, “don’t we pay enough tuition to cover a little damaged keycard. I should’ve just broken my way in.”

Jungkook simply shook his head whilst dragging his chair back towards the printer to fetch your card.

“Consider that we’re very well acquainted classmates. Can you please deduct fifty-percent from what you were going to charge?”

“Well acquainted classmates?” His expression was hard to read but if you had to guess he seemed a bit hurt. . perhaps offended. But you could also just be misreading the situation. “And here I thought we were really good friends.”

“Aren’t they synonymous?”

“Not to me,” he held the new card towards you only to pull it back when you reached for it.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes at him. “We’re friends. Great friend actually.”

“Hm, I don’t know. Sounds a bit disingenuous,” he sat back on his chair still holding your key hostage.

You scoffed. “And how would you possibly know that?”

“I can read people.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

He smirked, “I can always just show you how well I can read people.”

The intent behind his words was blurred behind thick lines and while you genuinely thought he wanted to plead his case, you couldn’t help but feel like there were hints of temptation behind his promise.

It actually took you a bit off guard—though, not really. Jungkook, like JK, (his alter ego?) was a concoction of sensuality and comfort. He is the personification of sweetness and while that was a fact he also had a player persona and he was driven by flirtatious mannerism.

The perfect combination of two.

“Is this how you spend most of your day? Harassing all of the girls who come by to get their keycards fixed.”

“Harrasing is such an ugly word,” he smiled. That stupid that was so compelling it actually drew you closer and closer to him. “Besides you’re the only one I like to fuck around with.”

“Lucky me.”

“Lucky you,” he repeated in a hushed tone, placing your card on the wooden surface while his hand remained on top of it, swallowing it whole under his palm. “If you really wanna test your luck I want to offer a proposition.”

“What would that proposal entail?” You removed his palm and finally grabbed the card, shoving it in your back pocket. You tried to hide it but the feeling of your fingers meeting his ignited sparks to crackle in the pit of your stomach and instantly you were blinded by bright lights, perhaps fireworks.

“One day, remember?” Jungkook’s eyes are mesmeric, stroked with intricate detail, dabbed with a tone of cafè noir, glossed over as a final coat offering a shiny layer.

“One day, yes,” you confirmed taking yourself back to your conversation on day one, “you offered to take me around and show the beauty of summer. Everything I’ve been missing apparently.”

Jungkook shook his head light-heartedly. “Right. I was just wondering if we could upgrade the singular term to plural.”

“What do you mean?”

“One day,” he repeated. “Can we change that to a couple of days instead?”

Days. . This implies that you’ll be spending days with Jungkook? This felt like a cultivation of your own personal heaven. Initially, when he proposed the idea to you back in class a seed had been planted in your head, slowly blooming a flower which swayed briskly the more you thought about Jungkook and being able to ever spend time alone with him.

“You know I didn’t actually think you meant any of it,” you lied, you believed him or at least you wanted to.

“Did I not just say I’m a man of honesty?”

“Apparently that’s your morale code, right?” you raised your eyebrow at his claims of integrity.

“Of course, it is.” He confirmed, “don’t sound so surprised please.”

“Not surprised. Just absorbing all of this newfound information.”

“Absorbing sounds a lot like mocking.”

“Mocking is such an ugly word,” you teased.

“Ha—ha, very funny,” he uttered jokingly accompanied by a rumbling fake laugh, “you know what’s not funny?”

“What?” you tilted your head slightly with a smug smile painted on your lips.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I do?” you hummed.

“You really strive to puncture my ego don’t you?” his gaze was set on you intently, his dark orbs read you slowly from head to toe. It made your palms balmy and you could feel a tremble taking route at your lower extremities.

Walking towards the door your shaky hand reached for the handle and opening it before turning back one last time. “The answer is yes.” You walked out although you heard a string of questions following right behind you, all of them left unanswered.

Yesterday was Friday, which meant today was Saturday. You knew that. You were competent enough to map out the days of the week accordingly. . Still, you weren’t quite sure why you heard an alarm blare through the walls of your dorm at six in the morning, startling you right out of the comfort of your slumber. Now, just thirty minutes past seven after rushing your morning routine thinking you’d ‘late for class’ you sat in bed showered with no real plans for the day ahead.

Your bowl of instant oatmeal was now empty and sitting on the nightstand beside your bed.

Navigating through the multitude of apps on your laptop was not as entertaining as you once perceived and although it did ease your boredom for a bit. Now you sat with the base panel sticking to your thighs staring at the home screen with nothing else to probe into.

“Come on,” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper, once again he seems to have invaded your thoughts, “I know you wanna visit me.”

“I’m not sure what you mean. I don’t need to visit the student center today.”

“You know what I’m talking about, doll,” the words bounced in your head, “I know you remember.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, your attempt at trying to vanish him from your mind entirely. But even if you hated to admit it you couldn’t help but crave that feeling of him being here even if it was through the building blocks of your own imagination—It just felt so real. The heat of his presence felt so real and truly you just wanted to be consumed by it.

“Last time, I visited you. . You were a little busy.”

“That was last time,” he laid back sinking into the softness of your mattress and pillows, “I promise I’m all yours today.”

His commands were like the songs of sirens inching you closer to the very spot where he wanted you to be. Very easily you typed in the name of the website you’d grown very familiar with on the browser and quickly clicked on the last messages between the two of you — he was online and without indication of being in another session. That’s a good sign.

Yeah.

You can call.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard without indication on how to approach a conversation because for one you wanted to speak to him but it was also eight in the morning and Eargasm was a simple gateway to an orgasm. Not to mention, you’d be talking to JK not Jungkook and while the two were the same person they were also different.

BunnyBoy98 is typing…

Fancy seeing you

back here ;)

You quite literally could not move.

Have you missed

me?

Please. Don’t flatter

yourself.

It’s not flattery.

Last I recall, I

did make you cum.

My fingers did that.

Not you.

Who was the guiding

voice though?

Right.

Right.

Don’t you ever

forget it, doll.

Is there a reason

you messaged me?

I like that about

you, you know.

What?

Your bluntness.

It reminds me of

someone I know.

It’s hot.

There’s someone else? Someone who occupies his thoughts regularly it seems. Your heart felt heavier as the sharp blade pierced right through it leaving behind a vast hole and an incurable wound. You weren’t really sure why but it hurt so bad.

But you knew it should not. His job required sparking up conversations with dozens of girls on a daily basis and helping at least a dozen more find their culmination.

You cannot feel anything.

Thinking of other girls

in my presence? Shame

on you BunnyBoy.

Sorry, doll.

I promise right

now is all about you.

But we seem to have

started on the wrong

foot. How can we fix

that, BunnyBoy?

Use me as you

please.

As you read his request there was a shift in the atmosphere. Sort of like what you felt back in back that first day, where you were briefly dreaming inside of a dream or like what you imagined it would feel like if the Earth ever slammed down on its brakes coming to an abrupt halt. Actually, you were sitting in a massive slingshot just waiting to be catapulted into space — it was all too grand to minimize into coherent thoughts, too great to be reality.

But it was and you were pulled right out of your own illusion when the phone call icon began vibrating repeatedly signaling there was an incoming call.

While your head was still swimming among the cottony clouds your fingers somehow managed to hit the green button on the call from JK popping up on your screen.

“I was beginning to become hopeless,” his voice was so distinctive the minute he began talking your skin became covered in goosebumps.

“Why were you becoming hopeless?” To this day, you wondered how you were able to point him out even in a crowd just by his voice and he’s yet to identify yours. Perhaps, that is exactly the reason why you were so comfortable speaking to him here — and adopting the confident persona you lack in real life.

“When I call there’s usually an answer just by the first ring.”

“Things are different today, BunnyBoy,” you laid down and placed the laptop on the pillow right beside your head. “I make the requests today, remember?”

You were nervous and you weren’t quite sure just how much of this you could actually pull off but you were willing to try just to show him a good time.

“It’s your turn to tell me what you desire most,” you tried to maintain a whisper to your tone. Not only was that your go-to interpretation of seductiveness but it was also really fucking early in the morning and the last thing you needed was to be the dirty talk alarm for your dorm neighbors.

“I like to be the gateway to heaven.”

“Elaborate.”

“You know exactly what I mean,” he snickered. Of course, he was referring to the art of making someone orgasm and he was right you were all too familiar with it. . Especially coming from him.

“What is it that you like so much about it?”

“It’s just an addicting feeling. I don’t really know how to put it into words,” you could tell he was talking through a wide grin, “it’s such a vulnerable moment for most people but I can’t help but drink the other person in entirely until I’m drunk off the antics and mannerism of their orgasm.”

“You get off by getting other people off?”

“I guess that’s an easier way to explain it.”

“So do I need to get off to help you get off right now?”

He huffed out a small breath, “Is that what you want, doll. To help me?”

You hummed, crumbling and failing to come up with any words at the mention of the nickname he’d attached to you.

“I can dig into my memories, you know. There’s so much about you I remember,” Again, you couldn’t see him but you could sense the smirk right through the microphone, “I know you kept your screen off but the sounds you made were enough to have me touching myself every second of everyday for days on end.”

The sensation of your walls clenching around nothing was taunting and the stream flowing right through the fabric of your panties just piled up on the mountain of frustration. You were miles away from the peak as you trotted up slowly but your thoughts remained on him.

“It’s like an audio file on loop. Your whimpers, and moans and the soft utters of my name. Fuck. The mixture became an ideal composition to the perfect ballad,” he confessed through a string of soft pants, “and then the way you pushed your fingers past your lips just to savor the taste of yourself. You really drove me to insanity.”

Your body felt as light as a feather and you could’ve sworn you were levitating right above your mattress you just couldn’t open your eyes to prove it. Instead, your tanktop was pushed below your breasts and your finger began its trail on your clit rubbing slow circles.

“JK, ima need you to shut the fuck up right now,” you were breathless with a hint of desperation. Ready to lose yourself in his voice, but you couldn’t, “shut up—“ you repeated, “this is not how it’s supposed to go today.”

“You say that,” he cooed, “but how come I can tell you’ve already begun to touch yourself?”

You pulled your hand from yourself, repelling away from the gravitational pull forcing you to reach back down between the warmth of your thighs. “You don’t know that and I was not touching myself.”

“You were and I’m 100-percent sure of it.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Don’t worry, doll. You’ve done more than enough to get me where I need to be,” he hissed.

Realistically speaking this was the goal—Your goal for the day. But the reality of Jungkook’s whine sounding near the shell of your ear made you imagine things that weren’t even there for the third time in the past few weeks.

And there he was, beside you once again, with his cock springing out from above the hem of his shorts. It was longer; bigger than you’d imagined but he made use of his veiny hands moving up and down his length with a hastened pace. Quickly working his way right into an orgasm.

“Tell me how it feels, JK,” you rubbed your legs together in search of some ease — perhaps to ignore the pain or the desirous sting threading dangerously near to overwhelmingness but it wasn’t helping. You reach out for one of the decorative cushions sitting on your bed and quickly rid yourself of your panties hiking your skirt up past your belly button. You weren’t quite sure what came over you but looking over at ‘JK’ laying beside you began swaying your hips against the cotton cushion to match his exact pace.

“Fuck—“ you squealed.

“Oh, doll,” he let out a rasp groan, “t-that’s exactly what I needed. Keep going please. I’m so close.”

Minutes went by since the two of you began exchanging the alluring songs escaping each of your lips. It was an orchestra of pleasure and you kept at it until your whines combined with his grunts signaled the peak of your actions.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed out, “I’ve never done that before.”

“What?”

“This has never happened during one of my sessions.”

You smiled, “I’m glad I could be of assistance.”

“Visit me more often,” he said, “I mean it. Don’t wait another two weeks.”

“I’ll be back. Don’t worry Jung—JK,” you cleared your throat as an attempt to mask your almost massive fuck up. Hopefully he didn’t hear.

“I’ll be here.”

“Bye.”

The call was disconnected. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Not again.

Hours passed since your very interesting morning with Jungkook or should you say JK. It was closer to late night and you sat on a bench just outside the library with the luminous ray of the moon singling you out like a spotlight. You were tired and just like the moon sat without any stars surrounding it to keep it company you chose to be here, alone; secluded just for a little while. You needed it.

The night hadn’t begun this way. Not at all.

Your friend had texted you hours prior letting you know that a couple of people from research class had noticed a mini research project due for that Monday. And like any other group of panicked college students you all grabbed your shit and ran to the library to get the work done. Back then, you didn’t know that by ‘a few people from research class’ she also meant Jungkook.

While you could feel a kaleidoscope of butterflies flapping their wings against the lining of your stomach, there were also those pressing nerves. You know, the ones that make your hands tremble, your tongue feel heavy inside of your mouth and your palms balmy all together.

It was a variation of your own personal heaven and hell.

“May I know why you’re out here sitting all by yourself,” there weren’t winds strong enough to make you shiver the way his voice had just now.

Would he recognize your voice from this morning? Maybe he would. You pressed your hands against the wooden bench and took a deep breath.

It’s gonna be okay. You chanted. It’s going to be okay.

“Oh, I’m done with the project and I just needed a bit of fresh air,” you waved your hands around in an attempt to point at the library but you ended up pointing in the opposite direction, “it was just too hot in there.”

“Yeah. .” He slouched down and placed his head on the back rest, “I needed out too.”

“Did you get to finish?”

“I did,” he laughed, “I chose the effects of tattoos in the workplace.”

“Ha—“ you guffawed, shaking your head, “I’m sure you meant to make a statement.”

“Of course, doll.” There it was again. The effects it had on you were so grand meanwhile he just brushed right past it like absolutely nothing.

“How many tattoos do you have anyway?”

He rolled his sleeve up revealing his arm all the way up to his bicep, “I lost count after filing in the gaps for my sleeve but I’ll confidently say I’m well over thirty.”

“You must have all of the secrets to pain tolerance,” you stared at the art pieces adoring his honey skin.

“I would say I have it more under control now than I ever did before,” his head turned towards you and his dark eyes pierced your soul, “I almost cried during my first one though. Hurt so fucking bad I had to keep taking breaks.”

“Which one was it?”

He brought his arm up and showed you the flower sitting right on his right elbow.

“Can I?” That was your way of asking if it was okay for you to touch it without having to actually say it.

“Yeah.”

Your fingertips traced the small orange flower along with its surroundings which sprawled out into a larger floral design. Sparks of electric currents traveled from your fingers as they remained in contact with his skin. You couldn’t help but wonder if he felt it too but you were too afraid to ask.

“Did you get it shaded and colored in one go?”

“I couldn’t,” he shuddered, likely remembering that very day at the tattoo shop, “hurts just thinking about it.”

“But then you went and got a whole sleeve?”

“I guess I’m still fond of a bit of pain.”

“That’s psychotic.”

“Maybe,” he closed his eyes lightly, as a cheeky wide-toothed grin formed on his lips. That was the last of your interaction for a bit, the two of you just sat back in silence enjoying the serenity of the night. But of course, silence seemed to be a burden on Jungkook’s behalf because it didn’t really last too long. “Hey, you wanna go get ice cream? I hear the shop just off campus is open late.”

“Is this the kick start to your summer itinerary for me?”

“Could be. . if you want it to.”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

With a stunned expression your friend watched as Jungkook followed behind you, into the library to collect your belongings only to see you exit with him once more. Even though the windows you saw as her mouth remained agape as you disappeared into the night with the man that occupied so much of your heart and mind.

Seconds after you felt your phone vibrate continuously in your back pocket. Knowing it was probably just her with an abundance of prying questions you ignored it for now instead choosing to focus on the paved road ahead you. There are so many beautiful things to admire at this time of night — the way the bright green leaves sway with the cool breeze on the branches they’d call home for the duration of the summer, there was also the way the brightness of the street light illuminated the way to your destination. There were no lone frigid gusts whispering their way through the city, instead there was the buzzing chatter of on-goers bringing the streets back to life.

Jungkook and you occupied the sidewalk taking in every scene, every conversation, every person, every detail in your way and just as you neared the little ice cream shop you saw the way his doe eyes lit up at the vibrant shade of pink on the concrete walls.

“What should I get you?” You sat on one of the small tables lined up on the sidewalks just a few feet away from the shop.

“Chocolate please,” you pulled out your wallet just as he placed his hand on top of yours and shook his head.

“I invited you, didn't I?”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

Across from you at another small table you spotted a couple seemingly on their first day. You could tell because the girl as beautiful as she was, she wore the same gitters you did. The way her fingers trembled whenever the boy across from her inched his hand closer to hers.

She wore the exact same gitters you did but you were not here on a date. You were merely an acquaintance. Someone Jungkook knew in passing — likely to become someone he once knew once this charade of wanting to show you around for the summer was over.

“Are you always this deep in your own thoughts?” Jungkook sat across from you on the table and handed you the wafer cone with two chocolate scoops.

“Not always. .” you took a swift lick of your ice cream, “sometimes is probably a bit more accurate though.”

“May I ask why that is?”

“There are too many things dancing around in my head to figure out the steps to,” you began playing around with the edge of the napkins laid out on the table.

“Do any of those pressing thoughts have to do with your shit taste in ice cream flavors?” The dimples on his rosey cheeks were scaled to your meter of comfort and you couldn’t help but reciprocate his cheerful manner.

“Shit?” you sneered, “if we’re talking shit, strawberry is definitely first on the list.”

“Strawberry ice cream tastes like actual strawberries. Now please tell me what chocolate ice cream tastes ‘cause it is certainly not chocolate.”

“Bullshit. It does taste like chocolate.”

“Now, that's bullshit,” he continued, savoring his frozen dessert. “Will you ever tell me why you despise the summertime so much?”

“I do not despise it. I just—“ you sighed, “there are just experiences that simply do not wash away with the currents of the beach waves.”

“That’s awfully poetic.”

“I like to dramatize my life experiences.”

“I won’t make you elaborate. I will, however, smother you with my favorite activities until you have no choice but to fall in love with the season,” he strapped his backpack on and called over to you, “you ready?”

Whoever said spinning around on the roundabout after devouring an entire cone of ice cream was a good idea — was wrong. Of course, Jungkook’s ideas of the perfect summer night were made up of late night escapees, sweets and indigestion.

Jungkook, the culprit in this entire scheme plopped down on the multi-colored metal surface, clearly out of breath after having spun you so fast the heavens were now where the ground once used to be.

“You are the worst,” you laid down on the roundabout, eyes closed, swallowing down the nausea creeping up the back of your throat, “if I puke. . It is entirely on you.”

“Last I recall, you’re the one who wanted to be spun around on this thing.”

“Yes.” You continued taking deep breaths, “keyword spin not attempt to blast me off into the Milky Way.”

“You are such a drama queen.”

“There is nothing dramatic about the way my head is spinning right now,” you felt his shower brush against yours — he was now laying beside you. You opened your eyes slightly, turning your head in his direction, “are there now three of you?”

“Here,” he raised a hand to your face, “how many fingers am I holding up?”

“Two?” you lied. He had all five fingers up.

“I know you see my whole hand is sitting right in front of your face right now,” he rolled his eyes.

“Actually, I don’t. That’s why I said two,” you stuck your tongue out at him before redirecting your attention back to the sky. “Do you think the moon ever gets lonely up there?”

Jungkook followed your line of vision to the sky above where the moon still sat all by itself, “I’ve never actually thought about it but I think everything and everyone can feel lonely once in a while.”

“I think I’m like the moon.”

His voice was soft, “in what way?”

“I guess—“ you battled with all the words crashing against each other in your brain, “in the sense that compared to Earth and most planets, the moon is so small right?”

“Yes.”

“I just feel like that. You know? Like a single grain of sand in a sandbox — feels like I’m an ant in a world of giants.”

“While it is true that the moon is fairly small in comparison to most of the planets in our solar system,” he began. “It is also a beacon of light. Without the moon our nights would be composed of utter darkness, the ocean tides would fall and the course of the life we know would be altered. Without the moon our lives would be shit.”

“Right.”

“Small yet consequential. You get that?”

“I do.”

You told no fib. His words were a warm blanket of solace wrapping itself tightly around your figure — serving as a shield, protecting you from anything that could perforate through your being; your soul.

Your parents had always been the main assailants in the attacks you had experienced throughout your life. After your brother walked away from home they pushed you aside, neglected you and left you to raise yourself. They were never there for birthdays or the holidays or summer vacations or even just regular days. You were a thirteen year old girl alone not being able to decipher why all of their grief from your brother’ abandonment came at the expense of the love they claimed to have had for you.

All your life you tried to work out if you’d done anything wrong but you finally see that it wasn’t you. Their neglect was based on their inability to be parents before anything else.

So yes, you were like the moon. Small yet consequential.

Jungkook’s pinky brushed up against yours slightly as he traced random shapes on your skin; sort of like asking permission before actually holding your hand. You looked at each other and before you knew it he wrapped his hand to yours. The warmth radiating from him was soothing and like nothing you’ve ever felt before. If you were sure of one thing — it’s you never wanted him to let go.

You just wanted to stay there with him in that moment forever.

“Jungkook, you better shake off all that sand out here or you are forbidden from entering my room,” you threatened, which only resulted in a mischievous grin from the man and the sand to go flying in your direction as he purposely tried to get it on you.

“Is that all better?”

You snorted, brushing off any of the remaining sand he did get in you, “you are so mean.”

A week of summer adventures had graced your life for the better — Jungkook had burdened himself with the mission to get you to enjoy the wonders of the scorching summer months and he was succeeding. You have enjoyed all of it thus far. Even having the ocean sand in places where the sun doesn’t shine.

The schedule doesn’t cease and while your platonic relationship with Jungkook blossomed though you couldn’t completely shut out the feelings that sent your heart into a frenzy whenever he was near. You like him so bad, but your friendship with him was like a gem, a rare gem and you wouldn’t trade that for anything on this entire planet.

“You know what’s weird?” Jungkook walked out from the bathroom just as you finished getting dressed. One towel hugged his waist, while the other he used to dry his hair.

“Jungkook?” you yelped, “clothes.”

“Oh, come on, you saw all of this at the beach,” he pointed at his sculpted physique. You did and you were almost sent into cardiac arrest then — what makes him think you’d be any better off within the congested walls of your room. He was feet away near the bathroom door but it felt like he was just beside you.

“Whatever. .” you turned around trying to keep yourself busy with something else, something that did not involve gawking at him. “This wall—“ he noticed you weren’t looking, “this wall right above your bed it looks so fucking familiar.”

“Jungkook, you’ve been in here about a dozen times in the past week,” your body stiffened as you felt a nauseating flutter in your stomach.

“You’re right . .” your back was still turned towards him but you could hear the floorboards creak as he inched closer, “but that right there only confirms it. There’s also your voice, that birthmark sitting right below your bottom lip and not to mention your nail polish you always keep the exact same shade.”

“Jungkook—“

“Not very clever I’d say,” his chin rested on the nook of your neck, “especially we ended on becoming this close.”

You wanted to say something — anything but you couldn’t actually speak.

“After our first time on Eargasm together,” he whispered into your ear, “do you know how much I thought of you? Your voice was the only thing that has played in my head since then. I wanted. . needed to meet you. The girl behind the black screen.”

“How long have you known?”

“Since the day you went to get your card fixed at the student center,” he continued, “your voice is soft, euphonic, harmonious, even when you’re cumming. It’s easy to distinguish.”

You shuddered as a result of his dulcet praise, “I’m so transparent but your tattoos ratted you out especially the snake sitting right below your wrist.”

“Problem is I wasn’t trying to hide, doll.”

“You didn’t care?”

“I didn’t care.”

Turning around the two of you remained face to face examining even the tiniest of details within one another. The pale red tint on the apple of his cheeks matched the tone of his lips almost perfectly.

His lips . . they were so inviting. You were sluggishly levitating towards him before his words slammed at your brakes.

“I think we should get going,” Jungkook said standing by the door holding his keys out to you. Was he kicking you out of your own dorm? “You wanna wait for me in the car? I’ll be right down.”

“Uh—“ you were a bit taken back with disappointment and just a bit of confusion. Was he really oblivious to it? “Yeah, that sounds fine. Don’t be long.”

A million thoughts scrambled your brain on the passenger seat of Jungkook’s car as your eyes drifted off toward the sun disappearing into the horizon. Love was never your forte but if you were sure of one thing it’s that what you felt although unspoken was evident; crystal clear more so. So you replayed what had happened in your room time and time again to decipher when it all had gone to shit. Perhaps, he was in fact still angry about you knowing it was him all along. . But you’d apologized when joined you in the car and he reassured you that it was fine and he wasn’t mad.

Looking back towards the driver seat, Jungkook remained with one hand on the wheel and his eyes glued to the road ahead. Not a word escaped his lips. Why is it so difficult to figure out what men are thinking?

Once you arrived at the drive-in movie theater, Jungkook parked and quickly dismissed himself to buy snacks while you tried to find the station provided to be able to hear the movie and finally you did.

“Okay,” Jungkook opened the car door, taking his previous seat back on the driver’s side, “I got popcorn, cherry slushies and a bunch of gummies. I just guessed on everything hoping it wasn’t a complete miss.”

“Of course I like these. Thank you, Jungkook.” You’d like anything he brought back for you simply because it came from him, “You know, I thought this style of movie watching ceased to exist after the 90s.”

“Yeah, I guess there was a decline in popularity after the 90s. Now, in some places it is once again sought out as a popular summer activity.”

“That is evident,” you looked around at the packed lot out in front of you. You guys scored the very last spot in the very last row, “Do you come here often?” Only you knew the real undertones of that question. ‘Do you bring other girls here often?’ This is what you actually meant.

“Not often,” he took a sip of his slushie

“Not often,” you repeated under your breath with a residue of bitterness left in your tastebuds. You weren’t sure if your drinking had grown pungent or if his words simply landed a punch in your gut triggering your acid reflux.

Patience, patience and endurance. You’d neared your limit for both while your heart continued its call for Jungkook but he simply could not hear. Was he really oblivious to it? You wondered once again. Was the wailing just white noise to him . . Non-existent? Could he not hear it as loudly as you could? Because to you it was all you could hear, the only thing you could pay mind to. To you the movie was long gone and all you wanted was for him to notice you. Not simply as friends, but to embrace what you knew he briefly felt for you back at the dorm. To actually see you.

“Are you okay?” his hand slowly moved to shove some more popcorn into his mouth. His words were slack, almost as if he’d been put to function in slow motion, “do you not like the movie?”

You couldn’t care less about the fucking movie. “The movie is fine.”

“Are you sure?” Was that concern in his voice? “I can get you something else from the snack bar,“ he reached for the handle, “let ne get you a water.“

“No,“ you held his wrist, “just stay please.”

“The snack bar is less than ten steps away. Are you sure you don’t want it?”

“I don’t want you to go.” You weren’t sure you were being clear so you tried your best to elaborate, “I know technically left my own room earlier but I didn’t want to and now I do not want you to go.”

You heaved feeling the pace of your quickening heart beating your chest. Then mumbled, “I left only because you asked me to but I wanted to stay with you.”

His eyebrows were furrowed as he tried to unscramble your inept confession. Soon his chocolate eyes dilated realizing the weight of your words.

“Like?” He asked, allowing his silence to fill in the gaps.

“Yes,” you confessed. “I wanted to stay in my room with you and spend the night together.”

“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. Truthfully, I wanted you to stay but I didn’t want to overstep after we talked about the Eargasm thing,” He turned his head away from his hands gripping the steering wheel towards you in the passenger seat.

“I like you. I’ve liked you before Eargasm Jungkook,” you could’ve sworn the sky began plummeting down on you while you just sat amongst the deafening silence, with your heart poured out before you — and still Jungkook said nothing, “Uh, you know what forget I ever. .” you paused taking another look in his direction but Jungkook simply hid behind wide eyes, “actually, no. Scratch that. I like you but I’ll be okay.”

“You are much braver than me, you know,” he spoke quietly, “a lot of my life I’ve lived hidden behind JK and though he is my other half he is not truly who I am. He is much more courageous than I’ll ever be but you were brave so I know I owe you a reciprocation of the same transparency. I’ve liked you from the moment I walked into class that very first day and I’ve only fallen for you harder with each passing day.”

“Jungkook.”

He hummed.

“Kiss me.”

In the matter of seconds the two of you climbed over to the back seat — the clashing of your body heat drew sweat beads to cascade down your temples. Your attention was far off that though, instead you were lulled by the softness of his silken lips pressed against yours. You could feel the thud of your combined heartbeat in the way your bodies were pressed so tightly against each other. His palm resided by your waist as he continued tugging at your top.

He pulled away, keeping his forehead pressed against yours, “are you sure you want to do this here?”

You looked around feeling locked in by the tint of Jungkook’s car windows, “I’m sure.”

Before your back could meet his leather seat, Jungkook began pulling your panties down and pushing your denim skirt up past your belly button. Jungkook was always gentle whether it was with his words or his touch, that was the truth, and today was no different.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Jungkook’s usual dove eyes were now burning with hunger — desire. His hands rested on your knees and he began spreading your legs farther and farther away from each other causing your underwear to become soaked. You hadn’t really noticed how spacious the back of his car was until now, until he kneeled in front of you. His fingers traced the outline of your thighs as he reached under your skirt quickly pulling your panties down to your ankles.

You closed your eyes, melting back into the seat. The feeling came in waves you quickly realized. First, there was the anticipation as your body urged him to touch your body but he only allowed his digits to cloud over your cunt. Then, there was the taunting of his teasing touch where he would drag the pads of his fingers along your folds — a touch so agonizing you found yourself driving your hips against him for some relief.

“Come on, doll,” Jungkook cooed as two of his fingers sat at your entrance with no intention of moving, “I thought you were more patient than this.”

“I’ll be good,” you heaved, “I promise.”

“Promise?” He pushed past the muscle of your entrance quickly invading your insides and in that moment you could’ve sworn you were no longer in his car — instead you lived amongst the celestial body of lumineers lighting the night sky. Words poured out of you in the form of profanities featured by the moans you couldn’t seem to suppress the quicker he pumped in and out of you.

That was it. That feeling. You held on as if your life depended on it. There was nothing, nothing else that could claim your attention the way Jungkook was at that very moment.

“Oh, right there,” your nails dug into his shoulder blades as he reached the very spot in your insides which blurred your vision and caused your legs to shake just a bit, “j-just keep going right there.”

His lips quickly landed on yours for a kiss so torrid you could taste the remnants of his cherry chapstick on your tongue. Enveloped by the overstimulation of the kiss and his fingers inside of you, the remaining piece of string which held you together snapped and behind your eyelids all you saw were spots of flashing white lights.

“Jungkook. .” You waited just a moment to catch your breath before patting the seat right beside you, “come sit with me. Unwind.”

“It’s hard to think of anything else when you’re sitting right beside me looking like that,” he hummed, “ all fucked out when I’ve only fingered you.”

“Just. . trust me,” As soon as he sat you placed your hand on his chest climbing onto his lap placing your legs on either side of his, “will you do that?”

“I trust you.”

Even the mess Jungkook had already created in between your thighs you felt that concupiscent armor burning deep inside of you — it was like a wildfire you couldn’t extinguish. Jungkook’s hands landed on your waist, his grip was sweaty against your skin, he began you forward and backward on his lap. And you began reciprocating that movement at a rhythm equivalent to his.

The temperature continued to rise within the enclosure of his car and a mixture of his rough grunts and your pleased hums began to fill the space. His clothed cock and your bare clit continued to meet in the filthiest of ways yet you couldn't resist but cry out for more. You craved more.

“I-I need you, Jungkook,” you whimpered.

If you thought you’d known pleasure before there was nothing compared to the way Jungkook’s massive cock felt inside your walls. It’s as if his dick was personally crafted to slip into you. God, he wasn’t moving a single muscle — you weren’t either and still you couldn’t help the countless moans dripping right off your lips.

“Are you okay?” he asked, “can I move?”

“Please,” you cried out.

In being the embodiment of sin, Jungkook embraced his mercilessness as a result of your yelp when his cock rammed into you with a drawn out yet deep thrust. As he slipped in and out if you saw the way he almost pulled out entirely only to guide you back down harshly on his length. Over and over and over. Your head lulled back and you were sure your rolled eyes could recite the contents of the inside of your skull.

“D-don’t stop,” you choked out, placing a hand on the hood for support as Jungkook continued to have you at his mercy, “I’m so close.”

You couldn’t really see in the midst of the pleasure coursing through you but you could feel the way his warm lips landed kisses around your breasts while his hands caressed your sides.

“P-please don’t stop,” the car began moving along with his pace and you were sure the others around you were now aware of the events unfolding right beside them. But you didn’t fucking care. Jungkook’s hand reached down in between your thighs near the exact point where his length disappeared inside of you, and he began stimulating your clit — drawing out small circles. You were shaking with pleasure spilling a string of curses. This continued until you finally reached your peak through screams of his name and your juices coating his cock while he poured into you.

“Fuck,” you cried out sweetly as he pulled out, “that was amazing.”

“It was better than amazing.”

You laid your back against him as he wrapped you up in his warm embrace. The two of you were warm and sweaty, “so what’s on the itinerary for tomorrow?” You asked.

“We’ll go anywhere you wanna go. Together.”

“Together,” you smiled.

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a/n: this is mildly edited sooo . . . thread lightly for any mistakes lol. Also, the smut is pretty average but my brain wasn’t working so sorry about that in advance <3

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reblogs, likes, comments, replies are always appreciated.

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[kooberist]

. . . . ⋆.˚ when i see you cry it makes me smile~ ♪ 𔓘

nerd!jungkook x crush!reader

non con, sadistic jk, crying, mentally ill jk? jimin being the devil on jks shoulder

His lips purred into a smile so wide that they parted and his eyes squinted, teeth showing. His smile was almost angelic, as if he held a secret that could brighten the darkest of days.

Your face did the opposite. Lips quivering as tears overflowed your waterline and made your eyelashes all soggy and your eyebrows all furrowed.

This was all going on at the same time. Jungkook was smiling because you were crying, something he found inexplicably joyful.

Why? Why did he find joy in your tears?

Jungkook's heart beated for you, and his lungs expanded just for you. He felt euphoric when he saw you, but all of it came to a halt like a cog was missing in a clock.

"Would you like to be friends?" Jungkook studied; he knew he wanted to be more, but this was a baby step in the right direction. A sour expression crept on your face as you heard his question. "no thanks." Your words cut through his heart like he was in a slasher movie, leaving him feeling rejected and hurt, but one more thing consumed him: hate.

Jungkook sat on his best friends' beds as he contemplated how to deal with this new emotion. "You want to fuck her, right?" Jimin asked with a smile. Jungkook shyly nodded, and that's when Jimin said what Jungkook secretly had in the back of his brain. "Then rape her." He stated that it was a simple task. With a little help from his friend, he found a light in the tunnel at the end, and that was revenge. He had no choice.

Browsing through the campus library, trying to scurry as the clock almost reached the closing hour and the dim place slowly got empty, nobody left except you and the young pink-haired person at the desk down on the bottom floor. Fastly looking through the big books in the empty, dark island, a boy in a big black hoodie tapped your shoulder.

"Would you like help?" His voice was soft and calm. You shear your head no and go back to searching and he felt like a genius as his prediction to your reaction was spot on

He tapped your clothed shoulder again, and when you turned around, his hand that was once on your shoulder flew to your neck in a tight grip.

He felt ecstatic as you gasped for air and your face shifted to fear and panic.

"Im sorry." He lifted you off your feet with ease while his free hand undid his belt in a swift motion along with your skirt, and your mind raced, desperately searching for a way to escape his grasp. The room seemed to spin as you struggled to break free, your heart pounding in your chest.

Pants dropping along with his boxers. He groans as he strokes his throbbing cock about twice before sticking it in your wet heat with a soft and quiet moan..

"Ah, fuck," he groans. Was he really losing his virginity to rape right now? He told himself it was your fault in low groans as he thrust in and out. Tears are now streaming down your face, and moans of pain are escaping your mouth loudly. His fat cock thrusting in and out as his legs shook and his forehead met his, and sweat beamed down his forehead. Pre-cum and slick juices mixed together, creating a slippery sensation. The room filled with a mix of desperation and pleasure as he continued to move with increasing intensity.

"help" You cried out in a raspy voice. The intensity of the situation weighed heavily on your mind as you desperately pleaded for help, hoping someone would hear your cries. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as you struggled to comprehend how this could be happening to you.

"Sorry," he said in repeated whispers, but when you started to ugly cry, his guilt flew right down to his dick, making him on the brink of orgasm. His legs are shaking due to the sound of your moan-ish cries.

The knot breaks the rope in your stomach as you cum all over his cock in an extremely loud cry. The sweet music in Jungkook's ears echos through the big library, and you grow limp in his hand. His hips speed up at an inhumane pace, and his cum fills up your womb as his eyes shutter and his hand lets go of your neck, causing your energy-less body to fall to the rough carpeted floor of the isle full of books.

His lips purred into a smile so wide that they parted and his eyes squinted, teeth showing. His smile was almost angelic, as if he held a secret that could brighten the darkest of days.

Your face did the opposite. Lips quivering as tears overflowed your waterline and made your eyelashes all soggy and your eyebrows all furrowed. Sitting in the chair of an office and trauma comes back as you retell the traumatic memory. Jungkook innocently smiles as he knows you are just crying at the memory of what he did while he peeks through the glass window of the dim office.

Maybe you will think twice about being an asshole next time.

©kooberist 2024

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[tsukisrants]

Crawling Back To You - Kim Taehyung

Pairings: Kim Taehyung x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.614

Warnings: Rough sex, Face-fucking, Weed, Taehyung smokes, Possessive behavior, Toxic relationships, Face-Slapping, Creampie.

“Taehyung is your ex boyfriend. You guys aren’t together. Not anymore.

It doesn’t really matter. You’re still his.”

smut under the cut

You check your phone.

Again, and again.

You check who has viewed the story you posted almost obsessively.

His name is not there.

How could it be? You blocked his account.

But you see it. That nickname. You know it's him, and it sends a shiver down your body.

The photo you posted was taken specifically for him.

It's provocative, but not explicit.

You have that look.

The one you know makes him lose control.

You smile as you lick your lips.

You try to go on with your afternoon: you tidy up the house, make yourself a coffee.

Then, you hear that sound.

You have a new message.

You pick up the phone, and your heart skips a beat.

You don't know the number, but you know who it is.

"8:45 pm, my place."

You take a deep breath.

You hate him.

You can't stand him.

But your panties are already wet.

"Sorry, who are you?" you ask on purpose, wanting to make him nervous, to make him mad.

"8:45. Not a minute late," he replies.

Against every part of you, every principle, you arrive at 9:00 pm.

Or rather, you arrive on time, but wait 15 minutes before ringing the doorbell insistently.

Taehyung doesn't open it.

He makes you wait another 5 minutes, as if to punish you, before yelling to use the keys under the mat.

You want to leave indignantly, but before you can realize it, you're inside.

The lights are dim, there's music, and your nostrils are immediately hit by the strong smell of weed.

He's on the couch, sitting with his legs wide open.

Tae is not wearing a shirt.

He's wearing the pants of a tracksuit, and you notice his new haircut.

It's shorter, shaved on the sides.

Damn, if you like it.

The warmth that spreads throughout your body is proof of it.

"You're late," he says.

As he does, he blows smoke in your direction, scrutinizing your body from head to toe. He licks his lips as he runs a hand through his hair.

You're wearing a shirt he doesn't recognize: that's because it's not his.

It's Jungkook's, and he knows it.

You two are friends, and you've even dated him for a little while.

He hates it.

Taehyung hates seeing you like this.

You love seeing him like this.

"You're high," you reply.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, motioning for you to join him.

You do, of course you do.

Your body programmed to follow his every order.

Every request.

When you're in front of the couch, he taps his hand on his thigh.

When you ignore that clear signal, he grabs you by the waist and makes you fall onto his legs.

Tae’s body is under yours, and his smell fills up your senses: you missed it.

He blows smoke in your face, and with one hand he tears off your shirt.

He lets it fall to the ground, kicking it away with his foot.

"Whore," he growls.

"Asshole," you retort.

Then, his lips are on yours.

Ferocity and hunger.

Anger.

Desire.

A kiss that tastes of revenge and possession, between one puff of smoke and another.

Wet tongues fighting against each other.

Taehyung’s hands running over your body.

He unfastens the bra you're wearing, letting it fall forgotten on the couch.

He kisses your breast, bites it.

Marks it.

You shiver and move your hips: you rub against him, and he smirks.

To punish him, you grab his hair.

To punish you, he scratches your nipples before biting them.

You gasp in pain.

In pleasure.

For him.

He laughs, and pushes his pleasure against yours. You feel his clothed cock rub against your pussy, and it’s phenomenal: like he was made for you.

"Fuck, I missed you," he mumbles.

"And me? Did you miss me, little one?" he asks.

He already knows the answer, but he seeks confirmation by slipping a hand between your legs, straight into your pants.

He teases you over your panties, feeling how wet they are.

He looks into your eyes as he moves them aside.

He rubs his fingers against you, sliding them between your folds and pressing down your swollen clit, teasing it over and over again.

“Seems like you missed me, too,” Tae says, moving forward to bite your lips.

Then, as you tremble against him, he slides his hand off your panties.

He brings them to his mouth, shining in the dim light of the room.

Taehyung licks them, puts them in his mouth.

You watch, helplessly, as he licks them clean.

"You taste so good," he murmurs.

"Oh God..." you whisper.

Tae undresses you completely.

He forces you to kneel down, and spreads his legs.

"Suck it a little," he tells you.

As he does, he grabs his cock from above his pants, relieving some of the pain he feels not having your lips tight around him.

Soon, he sinks into your mouth.

He smokes as he does.

He throws his head back, blowing smoke up.

He fucks up into your mouth, forcing his cock past your throat and making you choke on his length. Spit gather at the corners of your mouth, spilling down your chin and down his dick.

Taehyung moans, gasps your name.

His legs tremble.

You touch his chest as you suck him off.

You scratch him, and he almost comes, just like that.

He stops you before that can happen.

Despite the pleasure he’s feeling, he wants more. Way more.

He leaves your mouth and hat sweet warmth, and he rubs the tip of his cock against your lips, then your face.

Tae slams it against your tongue, your cheek.

Droplets of pre-cum hit your face, and it’s so dirty it should make you ashamed: it only makes you hornier for him.

"You like it, don't you? Posting those pics, making me angry? But we both know that this is your place. You always come back to me, in the end."

You want to argue back, but you can't.

You’re not that good at lying, after all.

You both know this.

Taehyung leans over to finally take off all his clothes.

The joint he was smoking is almost finished.

You see it.

He looks at you, while he does it.

He flicks it on Jungkook’s shirt.

He bends down, and extinguishes the joint against the fabric, piercing and marking it indelibly.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you try to say.

He grabs your hair, pulls it.

His face is against yours.

"You're mine. Never dare to do something like that again," he growls.

His breath is heavy against your face, and you can sense his anger as it radiates from his body.

Inside you, you smile.

Damn, that's exactly what you wanted.

He pushes you against the couch.

He bends down.

He buries his face against you, between your legs.

He eats you out for a while, your hands finding support in his hair.

He tastes you, dives into your pussy like a starving man.

Taehyung sucks on your clit and his chin shines with your sweet juices.

You come just like that: moaning his name and trembling with your legs wrapped around his neck.

He knows your body so fucking well, it’s unfair.

No one can fuck you and make you cum like he does.

Then, he spits on you.

Just like that, to prepare your pussy for his cock.

You shiver and moan, trembling under him.

Tae gets closer and slides the tip of his cock, red and swollen, against your cunt, teasing you until tears start to fill up your eyes.

The head pops in, and you instantly tighten up, legs jerking as your body tries to open up for him.

Then, he thrusts into your body in one motion.

It hurts.

You love it to death.

"Say it. Say that you're mine. Say that it's mine," he orders.

You refuse to do it, shaking your head.

The smirk on his face scares you.

Tae can’t help but fuck into you a little harder as he enjoys your fear.

The pain wakes you up.

Taehyung hits you: a slap on the face.

Then, he grabs your chin, forcing your gazes to lock onto each other.

Palm resting on your throat, fingers digging into your jaw.

Just hard enough to make you blink you eyes wide open, fucked out, tongue almost lolling out of your mouth.

"Say it, or I'll stop fucking you."

"I'm yours. It's yours..."

It's not enough for him.

He thrusts inside of you forcefully, slamming into you with a passion he's never had before.

"What? What is mine? Say it."

"M-my... my pussy, it's yours. Fuck, Tae, please..."

You tremble. You feel every inch of his cock as it fills you up.

It’s sweet, Taehyung thinks, because you give in so easily for him so he doesn’t even have to lift a finger.

He thrusts into you.

One, two, three times.

He buries his face in the hollow of your neck.

As he comes, he whispers your name.

He wants and wants and wants and he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop wanting you. He doesn’t think he’ll ever stop needing you, either.

"Y-Y/N... fuck, baby."

You hold him close.

You hold him as he finishes inside of you, filling you up.

You feel every pump of his seed as it gushes inside your pussy.

He stays in your body, a little longer.

You wrap your legs around his waist.

He gently kisses one of your cheeks.

He laughs.

You laugh, too.

"Will you stay?" he asks, hesitantly.

"I'll stay," you reply.

Taehyung smiles and then kisses you.

You kiss him.

You're home.

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[livingformintyoongi]

Misunderstanding | Kim Taehyung

a/n: I'm so bad with titles lol. At least you get the idea a bit :). In one part it is mentioned that Y/N is not a public figure like Taehyung, even though she is a chaebol. This is because her family is somewhat like that of Samsung's owners, they keep their children's identities secret until they make their own place in the company.

Summary: It's basically your reaction to hearing about the dating rumours between Taehyung and Jennie while the two of you are still in a relationship. And obviously, he is trying to fix things as quickly as possible.

wc: 2.9k (I didn't think it would be so long honestly).

When you started dating Taehyung, you never thought it would be a big problem. You knew that his schedule was complicated, but you didn't have any drama with that because yours was pretty much the same. You also knew that you wouldn't be a public couple because of the criticism you might get, but that was even better for you because you didn't like being in the public eye either. Problems on tour? Phones were there for a reason, not being able to have children? You were too young, can’t go out in public? Loved the cozy, private dates, little quality time together? Even better! Every moment with him would feel even more special because of how exclusive it was. Yes, you were willing to accept all these disadvantages because you never saw them as an insurmountable problem. At least until now.

You and Taehyung started dating in 2020, during the pandemic. You met him at the concert in cooperation with Lotte Duty Free, one of the companies your father founded, because yes, you were the youngest daughter of the Shin, the family in charge of the Lotte company and all its subsidiaries.

The two of you got along very well while preparing for the concert, so you decided to exchange numbers to keep in touch. It only took a few months before you started dating him officially, and you were very happy at first. 

His schedule was busy, of course, but he had time for you. He would greet you with a big smile, hug you from behind, and take you to the dining room where he had a whole show set up for you. Jazz in the background, scented candles, rose petals everywhere, and two plates of food of dubious origin that you would enjoy anyway because your boyfriend made it. 

You were willing to put up with all those cons if he gave you moments like this every chance he got, moments where it was just you and him. 

Once the pandemic was over and your schedule returned to normal, things got complicated.

And no, time, work, dating, none of that was the problem, because it didn't even have anything to do with you two as a couple.The problems were caused by a third person. Kim Jennie, one of the members of Blackpink and one of the most beautiful women you will ever meet.

You never had any problems with her. You had bumped into her once or twice in the hallway on your way backstage, but obviously she wouldn't recognize you, you were always covered from head to toe.You thought that your friend had the same relationship with her, something casual that couldn't even be called a friendship because you barely said hello to each other when you were together, in fact Taehyung never looked at anyone when he was with you.So why did this happen now?

Your boyfriend was on tour and it was the time of his concert, so you couldn't just call him and ask him about it. You looked at the screen of your cell phone for the sixth time, the headline in big, dark letters seemed to mock your feelings.

"Dispatch confirms, V of BTS and Jennie of Blackpink are in a relationship," you muttered to yourself, trying to get your brain to catch the words, to process them, to react. It didn't.

You scrolled down the page until you stopped at the myriad of photos they had as proof. None of them looked doctored. 

You saw the blue short-sleeved shirt with flowers that Taehyung was wearing in the photo and put your phone down to go to the closet you shared. You pulled out all of his clothes until you found it. You grabbed it and crumpled it in your hands. 

Only then did you burst into tears. You covered your eyes with your shirt and screamed until you felt your throat couldn't take it anymore. Your heart hurt so much that you even had trouble breathing. 

You looked around the room you both shared, trying to understand why he would do this to you. You thought you were fine, everything seemed fine, so why were there hundreds of videos and pictures of your boyfriend with another girl? You felt like all these people were making fun of you by being happy for them. What about you, why don't they think about his real girlfriend who had to put up with years of being locked away in secret while these two were fearlessly dating?

The sadness soon turned to anger, and it wasn't long before you got up and grabbed the biggest suitcase you could find, whether it was his or yours.

You stuffed it with as many clothes as you could, taking your time because you knew he wasn't coming. You lifted the suitcase as high as you could and carried it into the living room. You looked at every single picture of the two of you as a couple. Another few tears fell from your eyes and you let them out as you took the frames and threw them away. 

You threw out everything you could. Mugs, matching pajamas, pictures, rings, absolutely everything. When you were done, your eyes were dry and your head hurt too much, but you didn't care. You grabbed your suitcase and headed for the door.

The only thing that stopped you from leaving was Yeontan, who stood in the doorway, staring at you while wagging his tail from side to side.

"Tannie, mommy has to go do something, okay?" you nuzzled behind his ear and sobbed softly. You knew he wouldn't understand. "Don't worry, I'll visit you every day until your owner comes."

You stood up, took a breath, and walked away. You didn't know where you were going, but that apartment was no longer an option. 

You stood in front of the buildings where you lived and watched for taxis to pass by. Just then you received a phone call. For a moment you thought it would be Taehyung, but no, it was just Jimin's girlfriend, Soyeon, to whom you had become very close over the past years.

"Yes?" you mumbled hoarsely.

"Honey, it's me, Soyeonie," she said in a much calmer voice than usual. She was probably aware of your situation. "I read the news, are you okay?" You opened your mouth to reply, but she interrupted you so quickly that you didn't have time to say anything, "Of course you're not," she sighed, remaining silent for a few seconds, "Look, I know maybe I shouldn't pry, but I understand that you're hurting and the last thing you want is to be in a place full of... him."

You sob softly, wiping your cheeks as quickly as the first tears came.

"I haven't sold my old apartment yet, it has some furniture, enough to live decently, why don't you stay there for a few weeks?"

"Soyeon-ah," you cried, wanting to hug her until you fell asleep. That's what you needed, a long nap.

"Relax, everything’s gonna be okay, Unnie will come and see you there, I'll send you the address, just wait."

"Okay," you nodded, even though you knew she couldn't see you, "thanks."

"It's nothing."

And she hung up.

You looked around. It was full of cars and buildings that looked too big. 

You felt so stupid as you mentally wished that Taehyung was here to comfort you.

You saw a taxi coming your way and you made it stop. You weren't sure if this would be the end of your relationship, you were willing to hear his side, but you weren't willing to have to live with him or a place filled with his presence.

This was best for you.

Taehyung called you the next day, about twenty times, not counting messages. You didn't answer any of them, mostly because you were asleep until 4 pm. You had a hard time falling asleep. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see the two of them holding hands, together in the car, on a date to some kind of zoo. You cried every time your brain projected those images.

Your phone rang for the 21st time. You were still a little groggy from sleep, but you answered it anyway.

"Y/N!" You turned the phone away from your ear. It was too painful to hear his voice so loud with the headache you were feeling, "Oh God, I was so afraid something bad had happened to you. I called the girls, but none of them knew anything about you, so I got worried and..."

"Why did you call me?" you asked curtly. You thought maybe you were being a little cruel, but you didn't care. Answering him like that wouldn't make him feel a thousandth of the pain you felt and still feel since last night.

He was silent for a few seconds. You'd never answered him like that before, you guessed that's why he was so quiet.

"I..." he cleared his throat, sounding a little more tense than when you answered him, "I was a little worried, my manager told me about the news and I thought maybe you were feeling a little depressed-".

You interrupted him again, but this time with a mocking laugh, "A little depressed? Is that how you think I felt? A little depressed?" you laughed again. You had completely woken up this time, "Tell me, Kim, how would you feel if overnight it was all over the news that I was dating an idol? Huh? What would you do if this news came to you on the fucking Dispatch, while I was on the other fucking side of the world enjoying a concert? Would you be a little depressed? A little hurt? Would you even have taken the fucking trouble to answer my calls?" you began to raise your voice with every word you said. You didn't even notice at what point your voice broke. "You have no idea what I'm going through, and you never will, because unlike you I'm not a public figure! I could be fucking any man in Korea and you're never going to see an internet media outlet post it and 'celebrate' my relationship, you're never going to see any fan of mine go on social media and celebrate my relationship with someone else while you're behind the curtains" You sobbed, wiping your cheeks awkwardly.

"Honey, I know it's-"

"Don't you dare call me like that" you growled, clenching your jaw, "I don't even want to hear you say my name, do you understand?"

"Y/N" he muttered, his voice trembling. You assumed that at some point in your verbal vomit he had started to cry, "Just give me 1 minute, I'll explain everything, I promise."

You tried to control your anger by taking a big breath of air, it worked enough to stop you from sending him to fuck off... for the second time.

"Do you want me to listen to you?" you mumble, looking down at your hands, remembering all the times he came home late, wondering if all those times he was at her house, doing god knows what while you tried to stay awake just to see him before bed. 

"Y-yes, please, I just need a minute".

"Fine," you smiled half-heartedly, "then come and explain it to me in person. If you're really sorry and say it's a misunderstanding, come here and tell me."

Your more conscientious side chided you for your request. It was his job, you couldn't just order him to make a trip from the United States to Korea just for you. Maybe that's why you gave him that condition. You knew he wouldn't come all this way just for you.

The line went silent, you could barely hear his breathing. You ended your conversation.

"I thought so," muttering much calmer than at the beginning, "I guess Soyeon was right in saying that the only one who would have to make sacrifices for our relationship would be me."

And you cut the call short.

You put your phone on airplane mode and plopped down on your bed, ready to go back to sleep for the rest of the weekend.

It had been a day since you heard the news, barely 17 hours since you last spoke to Taehyung, because yes, you counted the hours. You hadn't eaten anything, you'd barely had a glass of water, and the only thing you felt like doing right now was taking a very long shower and then crying yourself to sleep. Yes, it sounded like the perfect plan to try to get over your ex, if that's what you could call it.

You got in the tub at 10am, didn't get out until 12:30, and when you did you could barely feel your fingers and toes. At least your muscles had finally relaxed.

You dressed more slowly than usual, in just your pajamas, the only ones that weren't your partner's, and went to bed.

Until the doorbell rang.

You changed direction, confused. You were sure that no one besides Soyeon knew you were here. It crossed your mind that maybe she was worried about you and that's why you'd decided to open up and politely turn her away.

Except she wasn't the one waiting for you on the other side.

"Y/N," Taehyung said, trying to regulate his breathing. "You really were here," he whispered, entering the flat and closing behind him. It wasn't until the door rattled that his arms wrapped around you so tightly that you almost stopped breathing. "Why did you leave home? I got so worried when I saw our stuff in the trash and the wardrobe almost empty" he cupped your cheeks, inspecting your face.

You didn't understand what exactly was going on.

"What are you doing here?" you mumbled, letting him search your face. 

"You told me to come" he looked into your eyes and, almost instantly, his eyes began to fill with tears. "I couldn't let you because a misunderstanding made you hate me to the point of breaking up with me, I... I don't want to be without you, at this point I don't think I can be," he bent down until he could place his forehead against yours, his thumbs caressing the skin of your cheeks, "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, I don't plan on losing you over something stupid like this."

You looked at Taehyung, still not understanding what he was trying to say. 

"The pictures are real" he exhaled deeply, "but it's not like you think" he pulled his phone out of his trousers pocket. His hands were shaking slightly. You wanted to hold them, but you completely erased the thought, "We dated for a few months, it was a very short thing, about two or three months before we met".

He showed you some conversations from a few years ago. He was asking her to bring him the shoes he had left at her house last time, and that he would appreciate it if she would bring the leash they had bought Yeontan. You also saw the last messages they sent to each other, it was only a few days ago.

Jennie told him that someone had hacked into her phone and most likely found the pictures they took the time they went to the zoo. She apologized and sent him stickers of crying puppies, saying that the lawsuit against the hacker had already started and that she would try to speed up the process so that he wouldn't be affected. 

"I totally understand how angry you were, and obviously I also understand that you want to talk about this face-to-face, so I took the first flight I could find so I could come talk to you and-".

You didn't let him finish. You couldn't do that, not after everything you've been feeling the last few days. So you did the only thing you could think of since he came into the flat. You kissed him.

It was much more awkward than your kisses usually are, but you didn't care. You were so relieved that it was all a misunderstanding that no matter what kind of kiss it was, it would still be amazing to you.

He followed your kiss as soon as he came out of his surprise. He clung to you as if his life depended on it. He was the one who deepened the kiss and lifted you off the floor so he could kiss you better.

"I'm so sorry" you whispered in the middle of the messy kisses he was giving you, "sorry for doubting you" you sobbed softly, hugging his neck with all your strength.

He shook his head, holding your cheeks, "Don't apologise, it was a normal reaction, you said it yourself, I wouldn't have even answered your calls if I had been in your place" he kissed your shoulder softly, letting out a soft sigh. It felt so good to have you with him after all the tension he experienced during the flight.

"You were right about everything you said" he murmured, pulling away enough to look you in the eye, "so please don't apologize to me".

You nodded a little calmer, closing your eyes as you felt Taehyung's nose on yours.

"Now let's go get your things, I don't want to go back inside the house and not see your things in it."

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Sweet Night - Kim Taehyung

Synopsis: Sleepless nights often lead to wondering. And for Taehyung, his mind always wondered back to you. You were his best friend, but he always wondered what life would be like if you two were together. After failed attempts at dating, he always found himself wondering back to you. Did you think of him though? There's only one way to find out.

Pairing: Idol! Kim Taehyung x Idol! Reader

Genre: Slight angst - previous relationships failed, pining after someone you don't think is into you; friends to lovers

Word Count: 2.7k

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He unlocked the front door to his apartment. The greeting bell ringing as the door opened. He slipped off his shoes by the front door, not wanting to dirty up his living space. If anything, he kept his apartment clean for Yeontan.

Speaking of his beloved roommate, he heard tiny paws hitting against the wooden floor of his apartment. Taehyung quickly got to work to slip off his jacket before crouching down to greet Yeontan. Tannie's tail wagged furiously, equally as happy to be reunited with Tae. Taehyung scooped his companion in his arms before making his way into the living room.

Tonight, he went on another date. He's been trying over the past few months to put himself more out there. A mutual friend had paired him with a woman his friend swore was "his perfect match."

The two carried a good conversation through the evening. Taehyung admired her fashion sense and her humor. They couldn't take their eyes off one another. The woman was kind and generous but there wasn't a connection. To everyone at the restaurant, it must have seemed like it was the perfect date.

However, there was one thing wrong. She wasn't you.

By fate, you two were signed to Hybe. You were a part of the company's newest girl group. He was amazed by not just your vocal range, but your stage presence. You danced as if that was the only thing you knew how to do. And to some extent, it was true. You have been dancing since you were three.

When you were in your trainee days, BTS took it upon themselves to offer themselves as support systems for you. They didn't want to come across as overbearing, not wanting to overwhelm you and your members. They just wanted to be the support they wished they received in their training days. There was just one member who always seemed to linger - Taehyung.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you. He first fell for your smile. You were polite toward your seniors, but you still smiled brightly. You didn't try to hold yourself back to make a good impression. Taehyung then quickly fell for your personality has he gotten to know you. You were a literally disco ball, the life of the party and capturing everyone's attention.

Since then, the two of you were inseparable. You would do anything and everything together. When you had an idea, you were texting Taehyung first to see if he wanted to tag along. Whatever it was, he was just content that you asked him.

Of course, Taehyung made it easy for you to fall for him. He was the textbook definition of a gentleman. Not only was he respectful and considerate, but he knew how to make you laugh, he knew how to be serious so you could be vulnerable with him, and he was supportive. Seeing him dance to the tunes of Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin made it easy to fantasize what it would be like to slow dance with him. It was a bonus that he was just so damn attractive.

Yet, neither of you have confessed your feelings for one another. It was a little secret between the two of you. A secret the rest of the company seemed to pick up on. Taehyung was worried about coming on too strong, about scaring you off. You, on the other hand, was worried he would never be into you romantically. Equally, you both were afraid of repercussions from the company. It was just a tough situation.

With Yeontan in his arms, Taehyung sat on the lavish couch in front of the TV. If he had just confessed his feelings for you sooner, maybe there would be 3 bodies here instead of 2.

Taehyung turned to gaze out of the window. His right hand gently stroking Yeontan's back. Somewhere in the city, you were out there. Has she eaten dinner? Was she already asleep? Was she happy?

Buzz buzz

The vibrations from Taehyung's phone pulled him from his inner thoughts. Almost on cue, he saw your name flashing across the homescreen. Just seeing your name was enough to bring a wide smile to his. God, she has me wrapped around her little finger and she doesn't even know it.

He picked up the phone, unlocking it with the camera recognizing his face. He smiled as he was able to read your message instantly. Especially since he texted you last before his date's arrival this evening.

"Any chance you're up right now?"

Almost all the time, Taehyung was overjoyed to hear from you. Right now though, this was one of the few times he didn't want to hear from you. It was 11:32pm. You should be asleep by now. Why were you up? Was something wrong?

Taehyung's fingers never moved so quickly. Fueled by concern, he knew there was no way he could settle in for the night properly if you were in distress.

Was it odd for him to feel this way for someone he wasn't involved with? Maybe to others. For Taehyung, he was convinced that there was something between the two of you. He just wasn't as confident whether you felt the same, or if it was just a false hope in his head.

'Yeah, I actually just got home. What's going on?"

"Can't sleep ☹️ don't want to be a bother, but are you feeling up for a walk or something? Heard that is supposed to help." "Why don't we go take a walk to grab your favorite snacks? You can come crash over here. I'll even drive us to the company in the morning since we both have rehearsals.

Luckily, your dorm wasn't too far from his apartment. However, he soon glanced at the dog on his lap. Yeontan. Just getting home from his evening plans, he felt a bit guilty of leaving his trusted companion once again even if it was temporary. Especially after being out for the majority of the day due to his schedule.

Yet, he felt like it was too forward to ask you to come over to his. He definitely didn't want to send the wrong idea. Honestly, Taehyung believed he was a fairly confident man. Until it came to you.

"Oh, bring Tannie too. I haven't seen my boy in forever!"

Just at the sight of that text, Tae's smile grew wide. Sensing that something was going out, Yeontan looked up with his tongue sticking out and mouth slightly opened. It was as if he was smiling too at the prospect of getting to see you.

"Wanna go for a walk?" Taehyung cooed gently.

Good thing he had no intention of sleeping anytime soon.

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With one hand in his pocket, keeping it warm, the other held onto Yeontan's leash. You know, he was trying to keep his free hand warm in case you wanted to hold it or something. You never know. He couldn't help but notice the sight of Yeontan's wondering eyes. Taehyung's own eyes were wondering around the open park.

The two of you agreed to meet by the parking, so you had space to walk around freely without truly being noticed. Or at least not as noticed as you would be if you were in the streets of Seoul. You also were nearby convenience stores if the two of you needed to escape the night's chill. It also worked in Yeontan's favor as he could exert any extra energy with the open space.

Tugging brought Taehyung out of his own search. He looked down to see Yeontan standing on his hind legs every few months as if he could get more distance. Taehyung quickly looked over to see what had caught Yeontan's attention.

"Good boy," he smirked.

You were walking towards your two favorite boys. Your hands were tucked into the pockets of your puffer jacket. You wore a beanie on top of your head, much to Taehyung's satisfaction. He liked knowing you were taking care of yourself, his treasure.

God, he was so whipped.

Taehyung didn't realize he had loosened the grip on Yeontan's leash until the little Pomeranian took off running. Taehung was about to take off running until he noticed Yeontan had his eye on the finish line. You.

From across the park, he could hear your giggle. He watched with fondness as you crotched down, catching Yeontan. Instantly, Yeontan wasn't shy in showing his affection for you. If only Taheyung could muster up the same courage.

He began approaching his two favorite people. You were talking as if Yeontan was your own child, which made Taehyung fall eve harder for you. You peered up as you noticed movement, smiling wide when your eyes met Taehyung's. Yep, he was in love.

"Tannie, look. Your appa is joining us."

With ease, you scooped Yeontan in your arms so you could stand up. This was a sight Taehyung could get used to. Yeontan seemed so relaxed in your arms, resting his own head on your arm.

"Ready to grab some snacks and relax for the rest of the evening?" He chuckled. "I hope you don't mind if I vent to you while we feast."

Honestly, Taehyung could listen to you speak all day if you'd let him.

He honestly felt prideful in the fact you saw him as a loyal friend. He wasn't sure what he did to earn the title of being your confidant, but it was a job he didn't take lightly. Taehyung would do anything to bring you happiness, to bring you peace of mind. If talking is what you needed, then he was ready to listen.

"I hope you know to never say that again because there is nothing I wouldn't do for you."

You smiled wide as you nodded, understanding Taehyung's request. He could have sworn he noticed your cheeks flush.

Before he could tease you about it, he felt your lips touch his cheek. His eyes widened as it was a quick peck that sent shockwaves throughout his entire body.

Now it was his turn to get flustered.

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"I just couldn't believe that she laughed so hard, banana milk came out of her nose," you laughed. "But then she got made at us laughing, so we added an extra 30 minutes of rehearsal."

Taehyung couldn't help but laugh as you retold the antics of you and your members. It reminded him very much so of the early days of Bangtail. He knew the journey he shared with his members was a tough one, but it built such a solid brotherhood for him. It made him feel complete knowing he has 6 of the best friends in the world.

"It sounds like we might need to get your leader together with Jungkookie," Taehyung teased. "I've never known of someone who consumes as much banana milk as he does." "You know, she does have a thing for him. I think she said something about his tattoos, how she finds him so dreamy."

Taehyung's ears shot up at the mention. He couldn't help but wonder what you thought. Not in the sense if you were into his best friend, but he did want to know what you were into, what you disliked. He wanted you to be his new favorite story as he learns about you and from you.

You carried yourself with so much poise and grace. It was hard to believe you were actually younger than him.

And not to mention, going on double dates wouldn't be a bad idea. Especially if you were his date for the evening.

"What about you, y/n? Does someone have your attention?"

Once again, he could have sworn he saw your cheeks flushed. However, not wanting to ruin the moment, he was going to refrain from teasing. He was so close to getting information that could either verify or deny his speculations. He also wanted to know if it was safe to fall for you, that you could see him as a suitable partner.

"There might be someone. I'm still trying to gauge if he's into me, so I'm not trying to spill too much information. I feel like sometimes when I talk especially with the girls, they get too excited."

Taehyung nodded his head even though he was eternally screaming for joy. There was a chance he was the someone you were referring to. And the fact that you have talked to your members about him.

But he wasn't trying to get ahead of himself. Reality was pestering him that maybe it wasn't him you were into yet. Your body language with your flushed cheeks told him differently.

Again, he wasn't going to press for too much information. Not quite yet.

"Well, what I will say is that any guy would be lucky to have you in their life. And as someone who is your best friend, I can confirm that. I'm very lucky to have you."

You smiled wide at Taehyung, gently curling into his side. Your gaze finally shifted back to the movie the two of you had put on but had forgotten about.

Internally, he debated if he should make a move or not. It wasn't odd for the two of you to cuddle. But this felt different. This was far more intimate. He felt your body shift again, getting closer to him.

Coming to a decision, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You seemed content at the feeling of his arm around you. He wasn't going to push his luck.

"You comfortable, angel?" "Very," you whispered.

Taehyung prayed you couldn't hear the sound of his fast-racing heart especially since you were in such close proximity. His finger tips ran along your forearm, wanting you to feel comfortable and feel safe around him. If you asked him to stop, he would in a heartbeat. However, tracing his fingers against you somehow brought comfort to himself.

For a few minutes, he tried following the dialogue of the movie. It was something about country boy falling for a city girl?

The movie didn't matter to Taehyung. All he wanted was to hear your voice, your laughter. He just wanted to be with you.

"Did I tell you about the time Yoongi-hyung got locked out his studio? For 3 days?" He chuckled.

However, when he didn't hear your voice immediately, he did look down. And his heart nearly melted.

He was amazed by how quickly you fell asleep but even more amazed at the sight before him.

There you were. Curled up beside you with your eyes shut, eyelashes against the tops of your cheeks. Your head was resting against his shoulder, a hand resting on his stomach. He noticed your chest was rising and following. Your mouth was slightly open. He's never seen a more beautiful sight. And the fact you felt comfortable.

There were bags of opened all over his bed. Yeontan was curled up into a ball at the end of his bed, by your feet. He could get used to this being a part of his nightly routine.

He couldn't help but wonder if you two would ever get to this point. It felt like the two of you were dropping hints, to get a feel of how the other might react. All arrows were pointing in the direction of hi confessing his feelings. But he was still afraid. He was afraid of scaring you off, of ruining what you two have.

"Goodnight, sweet girl," he murmured before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Just as he was about turn off the light beside him but noticed his phone glow. A new text message. Who could it be this late?

With his free hand, he reached over to check the message. Maybe it was one of the guys? Maybe Hobi would cancel dance rehearsal so he had an excuse to lay in bed with you all day? I mean, you could fake being sick after all.

However, what he wasn't expecting was a text from his date earlier in the evening. He almost forgot about all about her.

"Thanks for the sweet night! Same time tomorrow? 🥰"

Glancing between his phone and you, laid up beside him. He knew the obvious answer. However, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Sure! Same time?"

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Note: SO I'm thinking this is laying the groundwork for a part 2 or maybe even a mini series. Not sure so please let me know what you think!!

I also feel like this went ALL over the place but it just needed to leave my drafts once and for all..

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Pairing: Taehyung x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of smut, Fluff, mentions of cheating [from reader's ex-boyfriend].

Wc: 852.

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You felt exhausted, most of your body ached, and there was no part of you that was not reddened because of Taehyung's lips. In spite of that, you had no regrets. Sometimes that little voice you thought was your conscience would repeat to you what a horrible person you were for having done this having broken up with your boyfriend just a few days ago, but then you remembered that he not only kept you hidden for a year and a half, but also decided to go out in public with another girl behind your back during the last few months of your relationship. You supposed it was a coincidence that she looked so similar to you.

You closed your eyes, trying to silence that voice that was once again making you the villain of your own life. You tried to focus on the present, on the fact that you were finally with the only person you ever really came to love in your life. It worked a little, because almost unconsciously you smiled.

You felt his warm arms wrap around your waist and pull you even closer to him, his nose barely bumped against the bare skin of your neck, and it felt so natural that you couldn't help but feel at peace. He had so much control over you, and for the first time in your life that didn't scare you, because you knew he would never hurt you.

"How do you feel?" he whispered against your skin, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Was I too rough?"

You laughed softly as you heard his question. No one in your life had ever treated you so delicately during sex. You didn't want to delve into that reflection, at least not now.

"That was perfect" you murmured, turning around so you could hug him. You rested your forehead on his chest. It felt so soft and warm. You didn't want that moment to end. "You were beyond perfect."

You looked up, seeing Taehyung smile. It was quite dark, but you still managed to catch a glimpse of a slight pink hue on his cheeks. You had never imagined that you would have the opportunity to provoke such a reaction in him. You felt proud.

"Feeling a little better? Your legs were shaking a lot" he kissed your shoulder, brushing your thigh with his fingertips.

"I think that's kind of the idea" you smiled, kissing his jaw.

"I mean, yeah, but it was too much, has it always been like this?" he rested his free hand on your hair, stroking it gently.

"Yes, it always has been" you hid your face in his neck. He didn't have to know that so far you had never enjoyed having sex with your ex's, it was unnecessary information.

"Good" he kissed your forehead, lifting out of bed and putting on his underwear.

You settled in so you could sleep for a while, you knew how things went. You would stay here until your legs stopped being numb, he would go somewhere else to get on with his day as normal, you would both carry on as normal. That's how it was supposed to work.

Maybe that's why you screamed as you felt him pull your legs and carefully spread them open to clean you.

"What are you doing?" you asked in surprise, letting him do whatever he was about to do, but not taking the surprise off your face.

"Cleaning you up?" he frowned, looking at you with the same confusion you looked at him with, "It's too late to take a shower, and I don't want you to get sick, you're too busy with comeback and all, so I'll just wipe with a cloth, is that okay with you?"

"I guess," mumble, watching as he continued to wipe your inner thighs, "but why are you doing it?".

"Well, I can't leave you with... that coming out of you, let's just say it's best for you" he nodded, finishing cleaning and setting the cloth down on his nightstand, "You've never had that done before?"

"No," you shook your head, following him with your eyes.

He had set about picking up your clothes, tossing everything but your underwear into the dirty laundry basket he kept in the corner. He also took his shirt, but contrary to what you thought, he didn't wear it for himself.

"Come here," he beckoned you with his fingers, indicating you to come closer.

You just silently obeyed, sitting down right in front of him.

He helped you into your underwear, apologizing softly as he listened to your complaints about how sore your hips had become. When he was done, he grabbed his shirt and put it on you with the utmost care, kissing your head after he was done.

Your heart felt so warm that you felt like you might burn inside. For the first time in years, you felt like you had made the right decision, and it felt so good, so right. You loved this man, and you were so happy you could call him yours.

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↱ an unforeseen scent ↰

➘ summary : Taehyung catches the scent of an omega in the crowd and now he wants her

➘ a/n : this is my first a/b/o au fic so apologies if it isn’t all that well I gave it my best

➘ taehyung x reader , bts x reader

The stadium was electrified with energy as BTS took the stage, their music pulsating through the air. Taehyung, also known as V, stood at the forefront, his voice weaving seamlessly into the harmonious blend of melodies. The crowd roared with adoration, their cheers echoing like a symphony of devotion.

But amidst the blinding lights and euphoric atmosphere, something unexpected caught Taehyung's attention. A scent, subtle yet alluring, drifted through the air, brushing against his senses. His voice wavered for a brief moment, his lyrics faltering as the unfamiliar aroma infiltrated his mind.

His fellow members cast puzzled glances at him, but their professionalism carried them forward, and the song continued without missing a beat. Yet, Taehyung's gaze had shifted from the sea of faces before him, his heightened senses attuned to the elusive scent that had caught his instincts.

He scanned the crowd with an intensity that was almost palpable. His heart raced as he followed the trace of the scent, like an invisible thread guiding him. And then, he spotted her—a young woman with eyes that held the universe within them. Their gazes met, a connection forged across the expanse of the crowd.

The world around him faded into the background as he sang. It was as if the lyrics flowed not only from his lips but from the depths of his soul, directed solely at the omega who had captivated him with her scent. The melody seemed to carry an unspoken promise, a bridge between their worlds.

As the song reached its crescendo, Taehyung's voice surged with emotion. His eyes remained locked onto the omega, his gaze unwavering. He sang with a depth that resonated beyond the lyrics, his heart laid bare in the spotlight's glow.

And then, the final note lingered in the air, the stadium erupting in applause. Taehyung continued to stare, his expression a mixture of wonder and longing. The crowd cheered for the entire group, but to him, it felt like a symphony dedicated to her alone.

As the members regrouped and exchanged glances backstage, Taehyung's breath quickened. He had caught her scent, seen her eyes, and sung for her—all without a single spoken word. Now, he could only hope that fate would bring them closer, that the universe had woven their destinies together in this electrifying moment.

As the stage lights dimmed and the crowd's cheers faded to a low hum, Taehyung found himself backstage, driven by an inexplicable force to act upon the connection he had felt during the performance. He approached a nearby security guard, his voice urgent yet controlled.

"Hey," Taehyung began, his eyes locked onto the young woman's face in the crowd. "There's a girl out there. Omega. (H/c) hair, captivating eyes. She’s standing next to another beta who has ginger hair.”

The security guard followed his gaze, his brows furrowing in concentration. "Yeah? You want us to bring her back here?"

Taehyung nodded, a surge of determination coursing through him. "Yes, exactly. Should be easy enough now can you find her?" Taehyung didn’t mean to come off as rude but something in him was telling him to hurry up and bring her closer.

With a nod, the guard signaled to his colleagues. They began to weave their way through the crowd, their eyes scanning for the described omega.

Back on stage, Taehyung could hardly contain his anticipation. His heart raced as he spotted the security guards guiding the young woman backstage. His senses heightened, and the moment she stepped into view, his nostrils filled with her intoxicating scent once again. He watched as the security guard approached her, speaking in hushed tones.

As she glanced towards Taehyung's direction, her eyes meeting his, he offered a small, reassuring smile. The security guard gestured towards him, and she nodded, her expression a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

When she reached backstage, her presence radiated a blend of vulnerability and determination. Taehyung's heart swelled as he took in the sight of her, her scent mingling with the backdrop of the bustling backstage area. He moved closer, drawn to her in a way he couldn't quite comprehend.

With her cheeks lightly flushed, she met his gaze, her eyes a reflection of her internal struggle. She seemed at a loss for words, her heart pounding in the presence of an alpha—an unfamiliar sensation for her.

"Hi, omega," Taehyung greeted, his voice low and resonant, acknowledging her secondary gender in a gesture of understanding.

Her breath caught at the sound of his voice, a shiver coursing through her. She summoned the courage to reply, her voice soft yet steady. "Alpha."

The exchange was simple, yet laden with layers of meaning that they both understood on an instinctual level. Taehyung's alpha nature recognized her omega essence, and she recognized his dominant presence as an alpha. It was a dance of connection that transcended words.

As they stood there, their gazes locked, Taehyung felt a powerful surge of protectiveness. He wanted to know more about her, to understand the story behind her captivating scent and the emotions that flickered in her eyes.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his voice a gentle murmur, a mixture of sincerity and curiosity.

She hesitated for a moment, her heart in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But something in his eyes reassured her, and she nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. "Sure."

And so, amidst the bustling backstage chaos, Taehyung and the omega found themselves drawn into a conversation that would mark the beginning of a connection neither of them had anticipated. As they spoke, their words were interwoven with the language of their secondary genders—a silent understanding that reached beyond societal norms and embraced the essence of who they were.

Taehyung extended a warm smile all of a sudden towards the omega before him. "I'm Taehyung," he introduced himself, his voice a soft melody that resonated in the air. “I apologize for not giving out my name the first time.”

(Y/N) returned the smile, her heart fluttering with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. "It’s okay, mother and father says that it’s normal for some people to use our secondary genders first as a form of greeting rather than exchanging names…Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I'm (Y/N).”

"Ah, what a lovely name," Taehyung remarked, his eyes reflecting genuine appreciation for the simplicity and elegance of her name. "Tell me, (Y/N), do you have a mate?"

(Y/N)'s surprise was palpable, her eyes widening slightly at the unexpected question. She hadn't expected to discuss such personal matters with an alpha, especially one she had just met. "Um, no," she answered, her voice a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty. "Why do you ask?"

Taehyung's smile remained warm and reassuring. "Good, good," he said, his tone light. "Then taking you as my own won't be a problem."

The words hung in the air, a declaration that resonated deeply within both of them. The implication of his statement wasn't lost on (Y/N), and she felt her cheeks flush a rosy hue. Her heart pounded in her chest, her emotions a whirlwind of surprise and flattery.

"I...I didn't expect that," she admitted, her voice soft and tinged with embarrassment.

Taehyung chuckled, finding her reaction utterly adorable. "It's just a traditional way of expressing interest," he explained, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But I meant it sincerely. Your scent, your eyes...they caught my attention during the performance. It's as if the universe brought us together."

(Y/N)'s embarrassment transformed into a mixture of wonder and warmth. His words felt genuine, and his alpha presence was both reassuring and captivating. She found herself drawn to him in a way that defied logic, a connection that was both thrilling and frightening.

"I don't really know how to respond to that," she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Taehyung's smile softened, his gaze unwavering. "There's no need to respond immediately," he said gently. "Let's take our time to get to know each other. If you're uncomfortable or unsure, we can take things slow."

The sincerity in his words touched her heart, and she found herself appreciating his understanding nature. "Thank you, Taehyung," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I think...I'd like to get to know you better too."

And so, amidst the backstage whirlwind, their conversation continued. As they shared snippets of their lives, their laughter and exchanged glances painted the canvas of a connection that was both unexpected and promising. The universe had indeed woven their destinies together, and as they navigated the uncharted territory of their emotions, they both knew that the story of Taehyung and (Y/N) was just beginning.

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[mochiimac]

About Love 2

My head gets messy when I try to hide

The things I love about you in my mind

Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x Fem!Reader

Summary: Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 'surprises' he left you as well.  And come to think of it... was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?

Genre: Hybrid!AU

Warnings (if bolded then this chapter contains these elements) : Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Death, Abuse, Smut, Violence, Dom/Sub, Non-Con Elements, Slow Burn, Trauma

Rating: M 18+

WC: ~7k

Tag List: OPEN- DM only! From here on out DM only - I might lose you in the comments <3 If I missed your tag please DM me so I can ensure you’re on the list (: 

Notes: A huge shoutout to @imnotlauriane​- starting this chapter was tricky but you helped me loads <3 And thank you to everyone who has taken an interest and given feedback! I read every bit and try my best to reply to everyone <3 

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Nervous. 

It was a feeling he knew all too well. He had been nervous when taking the assessments and exams. He had been nervous when he was placed in his first home. He had been nervous when heading back to the facility after failing, wondering what his future held. He had been nervous when they were unceremoniously dropped off in front of this home which, to be quite frank, would be their last. But this nervousness was quite different from the others. 

Because of you.

Namjoon was an alpha. The head alpha of his pack to be precise, and he could steel his emotions and be reserved if need be. All those times before? He wore a cold and hardened face; a mask that shared no secrets or emotions. Absolute ice. His eyes alone could either freeze or burn someone with a single glance.

Until it came to his pack.

 Jin and Jungkook were accepted quite easily but even they were kept at a distance for a while. His trust had been torn down but the pair were patient and gained his trust as the days lead to months. It took time but they could see beneath his mask and loved him all the same. 

But you, oh you already had his heart pounding against his chest. There was no mask when it came to you, he quickly discovered, and he felt almost like an open book. No matter how he tried to steel his face one look at you and it was crumbling down. Those soft eyes of yours, a color he now declared his favorite, were looking between himself and Jin as that adorable blush from earlier began to die down. 

‘Pity, she looks cute with those red cheeks…’ Jin’s voice echoed in Namjoon’s mind, a smirk playing on his lips. His tone held a mock of sadness. When you caught Jin’s eyes your face flushed once again. ‘There we go. Look at how beautiful she is.’ 

‘Don’t mess with our poor girl, she’s already nervous enough as it is.’ Namjoon lightly scolded the other male, a small smile of his own appearing when you looked at him. It was to help soothe the nerves he felt coming off of you. ‘You and Jungkook’s teasing is going to make her uncomfortable.’  

He would have joined in himself, in fact his animal instincts wanted nothing more than to tease and play with their new mate.  But he had to play the referee and ensure you were comfortable and secure. The other two might play their little games but Namjoon wanted to help you feel at ease- your comfort a top priority of his. 

It were moments like these where Namjoon was thankful for the mate mind link, a way to communicate mentally to one's mate. It was useful for many different reasons, and could also be quite entertaining; they’ve had their fair share of fun with the mind link. Especially Jin being a tease. He just wishes you could share that link with them right then and there. It might be a possibility, however a human sharing the link wasn’t something he has heard of. In fact a human mate was rare all on it’s own. Research needed to be done...

But you weren’t going to know this, not for a while at least. The pack could see the way you were drawn to them just as much as they were to you; the way you were at ease with them from the get-go, how you subconsciously leaned towards them without you even realizing. Namjoon could see your eyes flickering from your hands to theirs that you craved their touch. And he would want nothing more than to give you what you wanted. Jin even had hard time letting go of your hand once they entered the living room, the other alpha’s fingers twitching at the loss of your contact.

 He could tell by the way you acted you have never owned a hybrid nor been around them closely. Which also meant you didn’t know that you were their mate, something the pack could agree on. The small interactions were enough to tell them that you didn’t know and why confusion was always hidden just underneath your scent. They must be the first hybrids you truly interacted with...

Except for the feline, Wonjo or whatever his name was. The alpha almost snarled at the idea of anyone getting too close to you- just the fact that the pesky cat messed with your scent was enough to nearly have his instincts take over. But Namjoon was able to calm himself, having you in his sight helped ground him. You were safe and at home.

Home... a word Namjoon kept using but even he knew the debate on whether they stayed was up to you. And your thoughts on their files. He wanted this to be home, wanted you to be home.

When Namjoon first arrived at the large home in the woods it was empty, no owner to greet them, not a single soul alive inside the building. They were quite literally dumped at the front step, one single backpack they shared tossed in the snow, and their facilities van sped off without looking back. Not that any of them would chase after it; they’d sooner live in the woods then go back to that hell hole. 

He remembers the confusion as they wandered inside. Usually there were rules that owners gave them or even requirements before stepping a single foot into the home. From the get-go it was odd and everything had his senses on high alert for an attack or something until Jungkook found an envelope addressed to Namjoon himself on the counter. It was detailed, pages long, and he could see that their original owner, Takoda Spades, put his honest and pure heart into every word. The instructions were simple: wait for Y/n Spades to return. He told them a lot about you, one of the pages being entirely about the type of person you were and how his pack would be very well protected and safe. 

However the man was still a stranger and he had a pack to care for.

Namjoon had his doubts; Takoda Spades was a stranger to him and his pack. His words may have been moving, his actions speaking nothing short of kindness, but Namjoon still had to remain wary of everyone around them. And just as the letter explained, a young man delivered some boxes to the front door. 

Namjoon was shifted at the time, walking around the woods in deep thought when he heard the car approaching. He remained hidden in the dark wood with his eyes fixated as boxes upon boxes were placed on the door steps. He was quick, pausing a little to look at the house before quickly leaving.

Wise man. 

The letter explained that this man, a name Namjoon didn’t even bother remembering, was going to be delivering Y/n’s belongings every week until about the end of the month, in which she should be arriving. Takoda explained that it was to help not only his niece adjust but to allow the hybrids to get to know her scent. He had done research and learned that the more familiar a hybrid was to someone’s scent the more friendlier they would feel and become. That alone had Namjoon feeling much more at ease. To slowly introduce a scent was better than being tossed at it- something many humans never think of. 

Namjoon had quickly gone around back to the mudroom, shifting and getting dressed when something so sweet hit his nose. He remembered feeling his animal side perk up immediately at the scent, so sweet and mouth watering, he headed straight to the kitchen to see what Jin was cooking up. However it was empty and his two mates were nowhere near the kitchen or even the living room. He traced the scent to the foyer and froze at the scene that greeted him. 

All the boxes were placed inside as per the letter instructed however some of them were opened and completely missing. Namjoon continued the hunt, the scent getting stronger and stronger until he reached the master bedroom. A bedroom that was designed for their owner, that much they were sure of, and a bedroom he ordered none of them go into for that reason. The doors were wide open and the flash of irritation he had felt was gone at the soft sight before him.

Jin stood close to the door, arms crossed as he shook his head though his tail was swaying softly. Blue eyes were focused on Jungkook who was curled up in the middle of the bed, a nest messily and quickly made out of the blankets, gold eyes glazed over as rumble after rumble left his chest; he was more feline than canine in that moment. 

The youngest was on a scent high; clearly in his alpha headspace. The room was drowning in the sweet scent and Namjoon found himself breathing it in heavily, memorizing each note it contained. Sweet, fresh, with a dash of spice- a bakery built and designed just for them. 

Their little mate. 

As the weeks went on the bedroom became a nest as their instincts were going haywire- having your addicting scent without your actual presence had their own animal instincts acting up; Jungkook was heavily nesting in the bedroom, Jin began to pace and write down his own meals that were designed for female mates, while Namjoon began to patrol the woods for any intruders and to keep the home safe. Their instincts were heightened as they waited for their mate. 

And today finally arrived.

Their nerves were everywhere and it was agreed a good run in the woods would help use up some of the energy, before heading back to clean up the mess of your items (Jungkook was shameless in dragging out your clothes; Namjoon began to read the books that came each week; Jin chastised both males but was no better). Jin had been excited about for weeks about a welcoming meal where they would be able to finally have you where you belonged. They each imagined how beautiful the scene would play out, eager to get their little mate safely into their arms. 

However the scene was nothing they had imagined: Namjoon walked in to see their beautiful mate on the stairs, an upset Jungkook behind her and Jin in front, trying to ease the situation. Namjoon wanted to run up to you and carry you into the nest. The need to comfort and protect you was running strong, but the scent of the feline predator held him back as insecurity set in and he realized why Jungkook was acting the way he did. 

Were you already mated? Were they too late? His feelings were going haywire for a brief moment but the role as leader took over as he quickly confronted everyone with a steady mind and voice. Or at least he tried, but when your beautiful eyes met his he could feel the bond setting in and knew you were drawn to them just as much. He just hopes Jungkook didn’t push you too far or scare you away with how he acted. Jin held back by the skin of his teeth, but Jungkook acted by instinct from the second he sensed you.

The youngest was by far the more protective and possessive of them all. Namjoon worried that Jungkook’s extroverted actions could have led you to regret stepping foot in the house. Although they could pick up on your scent becoming deliciously sweeter from your interaction with their maknae in the kitchen (Jungkook boosting about it in the mate link even now) there was a small hint of fear; they were strangers to you. And though you felt the same draw to them as they did you he also knew that you were wary of them. 

He was just glad you didn’t run away yet. 

Jungkook entered the living room minutes later, dressed in the same outfit as the others with the same DRF logo stitched on. Namjoon and Jin sat across from you on the sectional couch with a coffee table separating the three of you. Although everyone was safe in the home he still had placed you strategically further away from the front door, instincts not liking the idea of you close to the entrance just in case something were to happen. On the coffee table he had placed the three manila folders as well as the letter- all for you.

He could sense the wolfdog trying to quickly and smoothly sit next to you. Namjoon was no stranger to that need, having you sitting across from him had his instincts nagging him, an itching need to pull you into his lap and keep you close as if you would disappear. However he didn’t want to push things, knowing that Jungkook was the least likely to hold back out of the three. Catching the young male's eyes, Namjoon patted the seat next to him. An order that Jungkook pouted and obeyed. However the gold eyes were fixated on you.

“So, Y/n, I assume you are feeling rather… confused right now.” He decided to begin, watching as you sat straight up, alert, with a nod at his question. He smiled, you being obedient had his alpha crooning, the other two feeling just as affected.

‘Such a good girl, we should reward her- oww!’ Jungkook felt the slight sting as Jin managed to pinch the youngest discreetly, as well as sending a ‘Horny dog’ down the mate link. But even Jin felt his animal side perk up, itching to bring you closer. At least he had control over himself. 

“Yes, sorry.” You let out a small chuckle. “As I said earlier Takoda never mentioned hybrids in his will. I mean, it makes sense- the Spades family has never been favorable to hybrids. Or any living creature that they didn’t deem worthy for that matter.” A frown appeared on your face, Namjoon leaning slightly forward. He wanted to take your hand in his, erase that frown forever. “My father… he wasn’t a good person.” 

“Takoda explained this to us in the letter,” Jin spoke this time, blue eyes steady with a bit of coolness to them at the mention of the Spades family. “Besides himself he claimed you were the only one who had a heart in the family.” Plump lips forming a smile as he caught your gaze. “We can easily see that.” 

“Ah, I mean, you don’t really know me…” Your cheeks burned as you ducked  your head, playing with your hands. It seemed you weren’t the fondest of taking compliments- they would have to change that.

“That’s not true- Takoda told us all about you!” Jungkook perked right up with his tail thumping against the couch. “Your uncle spoke highly of you. It’s clear as day that his words were true- you’re sitting with us aren’t you? Any other human would have kicked us out by now.”

“Your heart is as good and pure as what Takoda has said… so I ask that you keep that heart when you read this.” Namjoon swallowed the lump in his throat, index finger tapping the files with their names typed on each tab. “Our history is right here… I’m going to be honest with you, Ms. Spades.” That had your attention, watching as you sat froze a the deeper tone he used. A true prey before a predator. “We are the rejects of our facility. The details are written here, however, please keep in mind they are strictly… one sided.” He looked down at those files, eyes heating up at the things written inside. “Our accounts on matters were never taken.”

He waited for the shoe to drop. That this will have you wanting them to leave, to pack up their little backpack and head back to the facility. He was waiting for you to scoff and call him a liar- that he was just trying to convince you to stay and wasn’t speaking the truth. His heart stopped as you opened your mouth, waiting for those words to leave those soft lips-

“I understand.”

The room was still. Namjoon has read about a silence ‘ so loud you could hear a pen drop’ but this was the first time he experienced it. Even his mates had blank minds as they stared at you, mouths slightly agape. Instead of a face that held uncertainty and skepticism over their leaders words, they were faced with one of sadness, of understanding. 

“I’m going to be honest… I don’t know much about hybrids. I know only a little from what the schools taught, which was basically the history and nothing else. But I’ve seen how most owners can be. What they do… I may not understand what you went through. I do, however, understand that these files are strictly one sided.” You leaned forward yourself, watching the three hybrids with a soft smile. “Look, I don’t know you guys well… barely at all. But I know my uncle, and my own  instincts are hardly wrong. And my instincts tell me that you guys are safe and kind. As long as you guys want you have a home here.”

The nerves from earlier disappeared, Namjoon’s ears twitching as if he didn’t believe what you had just said. No words could form as he merely stared at you. There was no way you were a human, no... you were an angel. An angel sent personally for them.

Their own personal angel.

“Let’s forget the files and the letter for now and properly introduce ourselves.” You easily held each of their gazes though it wasn’t too hard seeing that they were watching you with hearts and stars in their eyes. “I’m Y/n Spades and I’m an author, I mainly write thriller however I do dabble in some poetry here and there. I was living in the city of Lenox before I moved here.” You thought for a moment with a cocked head. “Guess that’s all there is to really know right now. The small details we can learn about each other over time.”

Over time. Namjoon adored that idea and embraced the possibility of it. They wanted to know all the little details that created the beautiful human being that you were. From your little habits to your biggest hopes and dreams. 

“I’m Seokjin but I prefer Jin. I’m a Siberian husky hybrid and come from the Damion Research Facility. I met Namjoon and Jungkook there three years ago, we were placed in the same cell.” His blue eyes softened at the other two hybrids. “It was pure luck we found each other.”

“I’m Namjoon and I’m a timber wolf hybrid. I am also from DRF which was how I found my mates. I am the alpha of our pack.” He felt pride in stating this, eyes looking into yours. You were part of his pack, his wolf had already decided this from the minute he caught your scent. He just wished he could tell it to you. 

But they needed to take it one day at a time- you were going through too much.

“I’m Jungkook and I’m... a wolf mix of sorts. Just like the others I too am from DRF. We met at the same time and day.”

Najoon winced as Jungkook mumbled about his breed type. He watched as your eyebrow quirked a little and knew you caught on to the small hiccup. It was hard not too, especially when the maknae let his long locks become a barrier between you and him. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t like to speak of it and the pack was thankful you didn’t push the matter.

“Short and simple, at least we kind of know each other now!” Your tone was upbeat and helped lighten the atmosphere. “For starters we really need to get some shopping done, I know you guys need things as well. But before that I need to know what all this place needs. So... who wants to take me on a tour?”

At that Jungkook jumped up and grabbed your hand with a grin. You were already being tugged away from the living room and up the stairs with Jungkook talking to you already about how many rooms and his ideas for each one. 

Jin sighed and glanced at the pack alpha with a smile. “So... looks like we’re home.” The softness behind those words had Namjoon smiling even larger. “I haven’t seen you smile like this in a long time, Joonie.”

The nickname easily had the alpha flushing a light pink. Taking his packmates hand he tugged the eldest up and to the stairs. “Let’s go before Jungkook convinces her to create that arcade room.”

“Hey, I thought it was a great idea too!” Jin dropped Namjoon’s hand and ran to catch up with the others. 

Even making it back up the stairs Namjoon still wore his smile, watching the two hybrids explain how important a whole gaming room would be. 

His pack was complete.

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Those three manila folders and letter were calling to you like a siren. Especially the letter. Perhaps it held important information on Takoda and his death, what if there was a clue hidden within those lines? Something that would help lead you down the right path and find justice for a man who was innocent his whole life? As for the pack’s files, well, you were more nosey than anything. You wondered what their previous lives were like and was willing to make a bet that it wasn’t kind. 

The trio had good hearts and souls; you couldn’t see them hurting a fly. You would have guessed that they had one home before yours with how at ease they were around you. Everything felt natural when it came to them and just being around them in general. Perhaps it was part of their training. Or maybe... maybe it was something more. Regardless you placed those files and letter in a locked drawer. 

Those would be read at another time.

The home was just as large as you assumed and just as bare. There were only a few pieces of furniture and some essentials (you nearly cheered when you saw a dining room table with 8 chairs) and all of you agreed to head out within the hour to get started. Guilt was bubbling up in you at each room and area you passed as you saw just how little they were left. But each time they would reassure you it was fine and not your fault.

“You didn’t even know about us, so erase those thoughts right now.”

“Honey we had just about everything we needed. We just needed you.”

It seemed to work until Jin had led you to the kitchen area once more. As soon as you re-entered the kitchen your face fell at the sudden realization: they had zero transportation to get to any city for essentials. For weeks they had been in this home, alone, without any source of food. ‘I’m already failing and it’s been not even two hours.’ They didn’t even have any income to get what they needed... The fact they were still alive was a miracle. You were frozen in the middle of the kitchen as these thought raced in your head.

“Beautiful?” Jin moved to stand in front of you, blue eyes etched with worry and concern when you didn’t respond. “Y/n-?”

“I let you guys starve...” The words were a hush, the hybrid before you even more confused. “You had no access to food, I am a monster-”

“Never call yourself a monster.” His voice was sharp and had you taken back for a moment. “You see, Takoda set us up with a company. They send us meal kits, each different from the last, as well as some extra groceries for us to be creative with. We’ve never been without food, Beautiful.” Jin was quick to explain after smelling the guilt your scent had- the sweet and fresh tainted heavily with something sour. His instincts wanted to take control- pull you close and reassure you in whatever way possible. He hated your scent being anything but the sweet concoction they knew...

Luckily he knew how to get you smelling divine again.

An enormous weight was lifted off your shoulders at hearing this. You should have known Takoda would have set something up to ensure they were well off. It was only logical, but if there was one thing you were learning it’s that logic seemed to be thrown out the window with this pack.

You nodded your head slightly. “That’s good… I was worried that I left you guys here to starve.” Your gaze was the fridge, the door lit up and revealed the contents as well as a digital list of what was left as well as recommended recipes. “Do you guys like to cook, or-” Your words were cut off as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, lean but still strong and felt so safe and secure.

Jin held you tight against him, his nose skimming your neck as he took a deep breath. A low growl came from his chest as he felt your heartbeat race. You scent sweetened to his liking, grinning as he detected something else- the fresh apples mixed with vanilla and bit of cinnamon. You were a treat he wanted to sink his teeth into, wanting nothing more than to inhale your natural perfume. If this is how you smelt when you were a little aroused then how would you compare to when he was worshipping every inch of your skin?

He was dying to know.

“Mmm, I love cooking for my mates.” You were beginning to notice how he could turn his voice into a siren song- made just for you to put you under a spell. The contact felt like sparks dancing across your skin and it brought a shiver down your spine. “What should I cook for you? I love to make naengmyeon, could even make it hot to help warm you up in this cold weather. Or perhaps I should make it cold… you feel a little warm, Beautiful. Which would you prefer?”

The question was a murmur in your ear, his breath tickling the side of your neck and ear. You could feel your face turning red and your mind already declaring that both Jin and Jungkook were dangerous hybrids who wanted to see you pass out. It had to be their mission to turn you into a puddle.

There was a warmth tickling in your belly as his arms held you tighter to him, legs feeling weak as his lips grazed the shell of your ear. Your breath was caught in your throat and your mind malfunctioning as Jin invaded all your senses. At this point the eldest hybrid was holding most of your weight and you noticed he was doing it with so much ease, just like on the staircase. It was stirring something deep within you as less than appropriate images were trying to surface. How easy would it be...

“Or perhaps you prefer something else… something with a bit of spice...” The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs had Jin releasing you, but not without a soft whisper, “All you have to do is ask and I’ll get you what you need.” By the time Namjoon and Jungkook had come back the two of you were a few feet apart; Jin smirking and you looking flustered, your scent sweet. 

The duo had gone up the stairs to clean up their mess after your tour, which had Jungkook whining from the beginning. He had followed his leader up the steps, a pout on his lips as he muttered about ‘destroying his nest’. It was cute and if only you knew what he meant. You had a feeling Google would become your best friend when it came to your hybrids.

They stopped and surveyed the scene, Jungkook’s tail wagging faster as Namjoon raised an eyebrow at Jin. A single wink was sent to the leader as Jungkook smirked along with the eldest, eyes flickering between the two of you.

“So, I made a list of things we need to get.” You cleared your throat as your face turned back to its natural shade. “Furniture being the top of the list, and clothes… You guys only came here with what was on your back, right?”

Namjoon grunted, pulling at his shirt with a frown. “We were given some jackets for the winter as well as some toiletries for the month. To be honest I want to get rid of this logo as soon as possible.” The other two quickly agreed with their leader as their own faces scrunched at the logo on their own shirts.

You couldn’t be happier to get them out of those clothes and into something comfier and warmer. “Right, let’s head to Lenox then-” You froze as you realized that you couldn’t possibly enter the city. Not with your family there; their friends would easily spot you and the hybrids and soon you’ll be finding yourself in deep water.

“There’s another city, Unova.” Jin spoke up. “It’ll take an extra thirty minutes to get there, but it’ll be safer.” They knew you were worried about your family and going back to that area was just not possible.

The idea brightened your face immediately and you smiled. “Awesome, Unova it is. Why don’t you guys grab your jackets and make sure the house is locked up? I’ll head to the car and wait.”

The sooner you all go into the car the sooner you could get the supplies you needed and make this place feel better. Feel like home.  A smile was on your face as you stepped through the front door, closing it behind you as you made your way to your cars.

Cars?

You froze, hand on the driver’s door of your car as you looked at the vehicle parked not too far from yours. Slowly your brain caught up and immediately felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You had ONE care, not two. Your smile disappeared as a familiar figure stepped out of a familiar SUV. A long black coat, dark scarf, and deep brown eyes glaring right at you. A man that was deemed a supermodel by your very own best friend.

Jackson Wang. 

“Oh fuck-”

“Don’t move,” His voice was deep and pissed. Not that you needed to be told this, you were frozen anyway, eyes as wide as a doe’s as you watched him stalk closer. “You are in deep trouble Heiress.” The nickname that was once spoken in a sarcastic and witty tone was now a hiss. 

“Uh, hey buddy!” You squeaked, finally finding your words. Blinking quickly you stepped away from him. You tried to lighten the mood with a smile that was far from happy- it was awkward and clearly forced. “You made it~!” 

“What did I tell you?” He was borderline shouting, his tone so harsh that you physically flinched. Each step he took you took one back, getting closer and closer to the front door. “You had one job, Y/n, one job!” 

The shouting finally had you switching gears- fear was thrown out the window as anger replaced it. Jackson had been here multiple times, must have known about your hybrids, and he left them inside. Alone. Your hyrbids. “My job? What about yours? It’s your fault they were stuck inside the house for so long!”

This time he looked confused. Stopping mid-step his eyebrows narrowed. “What?” The anger that laced his words was now bordering on worry, brown eyes flickering from your to the house. 

“You came by once a week and never once bothered to check on them! Didn’t even see if they needed anything!” You were shouting now, anger fueling you. “You judged them from the minute you saw them, didn’t you? That’s why you wanted me to wait for you- so that you could try and change my mind!” Your blood was boiling now and your heated gaze was fixed on the man in front of you. The emotions felt like a wave that wouldn’t stop crashing into you. The feelings were intense and made your skin crawl- you wanted something to hold on to you. A brief image of amber eyes popped into your mind for a fraction of a second-

“Y/n... what do you mean?” Confusion was written all over his face and it dawned on you: he had no idea what you were talking about. He didn’t know about the hybrids existence. 

“What are you even-” Jackson didn’t even finish his sentence, eyes widening before grabbing you and shoving you behind him. It happened too fast for you to even think, feet sliding along the slightly slick driveway. You felt like a ragdoll being tossed away from the house. You legs wobbled a bit as you gripped Jackson’s arm and gasped from the sudden force he used. He had you pressed closed to his back as his body stiffened. You opened your mouth to yell some more but a noise stopped you dead in your tracks. 

A growl. A low growl. The ones you heard earlier were child’s play compared to this; they were ones a puppy would make. Childs play compared to this, because this growl was deeper, darker, and had you frozen. It didn’t take an animal to know that whoever this belonged to was beyond angry; they were out for blood. 

You peeked around the man and saw Jungkook standing, his body so tense you were afraid he was going to snap himself in half. You knew if he was shifted his hackles would be standing straight up, teeth barred. Somehow his presence could be felt; the light crisp of the winter morning was long gone, in it’s place was a suffocating force that gathered around the three of you. Your own knees shook and you felt a compelling need to kneel. To make yourself look smaller, bare your throat, do anything to ensure that you were invisible from the hybrid.

Your wide eyes met his gold ones as another growl ripped through his throat when he looked back at Jackson. Jungkook’s nostrils flared slightly, body leaning forward. By no means were you a specialist, but you had a feeling he was going to pounce. The force from earlier was heavier and you swore within the minute you were going to buckle to the ground if he didn’t stop.

‘How the hell can he do that? What even is this?’

“Jungkook,” You pulled your arm from Jackson’s hold. Your voice was weak, trying to fight the primal urge to drop to the ground. You needed to calm him down and let him know that everything was okay. You tried to step around Jackson, reaching out to the wolfdog. But Jackson gripped your arm and shoved you back harshly. 

“Get back you idiot-!” He hissed as Jungkook began to growl even louder, Jackson trying to protect you from what he thought was a threat. You felt like you were being suffocated from whatever Jungkook was doing, oxygen becoming scarce you worried you were going to faint. 

“Step away from her.”

Namjoon. His tone was colder than the temperature around you, words so calm that you knew it was the calm before the storm. The alpha stood next to Jungkook, and while the maknae was physically stiff and on edge, the leader was cool and collected. And it made you even more nervous. The suffocating air Jungkook created was gone and you took in a deep breath. ‘Was he able to reign Jungkook in?’

Jackson wavered slightly as he noticed the newcomer, even he knew that Namjoon was a force to be reckoned with and it seemed that he was going to quickly obey the hybrids orders. But when you tried to move again, Jackson gripped your arm tighter as if he snapped out of whatever hold the alpha had, still refusing to get closer. 

“Ow, you asshole!” You yelped, your other arm was raised and ready to hit the man so he could release you but his grip was quickly removed. 

Everything happened too fast for you to see properly, but the end result was your face being cupped by Namoon. The liquid fire of his eyes tracing every inch of your face for any hair out of place, worry written onto his handsome features. His hands were warm, thumbs brushing your cheeks for a second and then one of his hands dropped and inspected your arm, a frown etched on his face. His fingers trembled as the traced your arms, ready to feel for any bruised or broken bones. “I’m fine, Namjoon. It’s just Jackson freaking out.” 

Turning to the man you saw Jungkook had tackled him, growls still erupting from his chest. One of his hands were gripping his arm while the other had him pinned by the neck. 

“If she has a bruised arm then he gets a broken one.” The snarl in his voice was nasty and even had you flinching.

“Jungkook, come here,” You couldn’t move with Namjoon refusing to let you leave his side and get closer. His grip soft but unrelenting, eyes watching the youngest handle the intruder. “Please, Jungkook, for me?” You pleaded, even adding a jutting a lip, hoping it would make him feel guilty enough to listen.  

It did the trick. 

The hybrid glanced at you, gold eyes softening. Giving Jackson one last scowl he pushed off the man and was quick to be back at your side. His eyes were on you, also inspecting you wordlessly. The alpha let the youngest pull you closer as he, too, looked you up and down. If he saw so much as one little scratch you knew he’d be on Jackson in one second flat.

Jackson sat up, snow covered his hair and coat. Eyes narrowed he looked straight at you. “You have some explaining to do. Now.”

“I highly recommend you show some respect to our beautiful girl. Unless you want to leave here in crutches.” Jin appeared right behind you, his chin resting on top of your head as his hands came to settle on your hips. You couldn’t see his face but the venom in his voice was enough to have you stiffening. Feeling this, the eldest gently pulled you closer to his chest. “Are we in agreement?”

Your assistant stared at the three hybrids, still sitting in the snow on the ground. Despite knowing the man for not too long, you knew him well enough to know he would play nice. And that he was also contemplating whether he could let loose his tongue without getting decked. The odds were not in his favor.

“Jackson Wang, these are my hybrids: Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook. Guys, this is man is my assistant.” A quick introduction but at least it was calming everyone down. “Jackson and I were arguing because he didn’t want me to travel alone up here.”

“For good reason!” Said man was now upright, dusting snow off himself. “It could have been dangerous, they could have been dangerous- what if these hyrbids weren’t friendly? What if they rejected you?” 

“Then that would have been a problem for you, seeing that you would be the one dealing with that mess since I’d be their chew toy.” You snapped back. Jin’s hands squeezed your sides gently, obviously not like the idea you put out. 

Jackson scowled and sucked on his bottom lip in an attempt to control his anger. “I didn’t know they were here. Evidently only Takoda knew of their adoption. He most likely didn’t want a single chance of your family discovering them.” 

That you knew to be true: one trace of evidence of their daughter owning a hybrid and they would be taken from you. While it would be considered illegal you don’t doubt nor underestimate the power your father held over the city of Lenox. Neither did Takoda so it seems.

“And before you left, please tell me you turned off your phone.” The deadpan look on Jackson’s face already told that he knew the answer. But of course he wanted to hear the words from your own lips. 

You frowned, cocking your head. “Why would I need to do that?”

He sighed deeply, running his hands over his face. “You and your family might not be on good terms, might hardly ever communicate, but your phone number can still be traced. And if your father gets curious and just wants to see where you are...”

Oh shit. 

You were quick to leave them and rush to the car and flinging the door open. Inside sat your phone with all the missed calls and texts from Jackson, his caller ID Sassy ASSistant on full display. 

“Wow, how original.” 

Said man glared at you, having seen his contact information. He was hovering over you with his arms crossed. You rolled your eyes. “If the shoe fits, wear it Jackson. So what should I do with this...?”

He grabbed your phone and slid it in to his pocket. “I’ll take it back to Lenox and get rid of it there. In the mean time, you need to get a new phone.” 

“We’ll make sure she gets a device as soon as possible.” Namjoon and his pack stood next to the car. “Is there anything else you would like to tell us before we go?” The alpha’s jaw seemed locked, obviously not the biggest fan of your assistant. After all that went down you don’t blame the hybrid. 

The two stared at one another for a moment. You could almost see the gears in his head working, probably wanting to tag along. Even though you looked comfortable he also knew that you had just met that morning... But the way the were behaving had the young man’s eyebrow twitching. He had a feeling he knew what this was... but did you?

So Jackson smiled politely. “No. Take care of your owner.” He turned to you with a pointed look. “I expect a text with your new number tonight.”

You nodded your head though mentally rolled your eyes. ‘If I remember then sure.’  As if reading your mind Jackson rolled his eyes and went back to his car with a wave. You watched as he pulled out before the four of you got into your vehicle; Namjoon in the driver’s seat with Jin and Jungkook in the back. 

“You can drive?” You asked with a raised eyebrow when he took the opportunity to sit behind the wheel. 

The alpha grinned at you, small dimples showing. “Of course. We all can drive- it helps us take care of our owner.” He typed in the Unova mall into the GPS and allowed the car to do the work. “Will the mall be okay? It looks to have everything we need.” 

“Sounds like a plan to me, let’s get going!” 

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[lovelycupid47]

Yandere! Kim Taehyung College AU! One-shot

a/n: This is my first fan fiction in a while. I'm trying to get the storyline readable and not cringe. So, if it does, I'm sorry

pairing: yandere!college student! Taehyung x college student! female reader.

TW: manipulation, slight abuse, and one swear word.

Everyone was jealous of you. They envied you. The reason is your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung. Your boyfriend was the most handsome, kind, loyal, and perfect man that every girl wished they had. Your boyfriend made sure that everyone knew that he belonged to you. Always staying by your side, blatantly ignoring any girl that tries to flirt with him, leaving hickeys every time you stay over in his dorm, deleting any messages from women that would try to seduce him, and even tattooing your name on his collarbone. Yet it has become overwhelming for you.

You met him in your first year of college. You were struggling to make friends and were finding adjustment a little difficult. It wasn’t until you met him through a classmate who invited you over to a club. You guys hit off great. You thought he was such a gentleman and handsome guy that befriending had become easy. Oh, how so wrong were you? 

Taehyung thought you were amazing and beautiful. Seeing your smile created a spark in his stomach that he didn’t want to go away. When he saw you in the sunlight, he believed that you were an angel that was sent to him since you were so perfect for him. He was so perfect for you. He knew he had to have you, so he asked you for your number and you being naive, said yes.

It started with texting each other every single day to daily luncheons to dating by the end of your freshmen semester. You guys were the perfect couple and everyone on campus knew you two could never be separated. It’s not like you want to separate. It's more like he doesn’t want to at ALL be separated away from you. At first, it was lovely and sweet, but your friends started noticing some signs that weren’t so lovely. 

“I thought you told Taehyung, you are spending time with the girls.” One of your blonde friends, Nayeon, said.

“I did, but you know him. He gets really anxious when I don’t text him back over 30 minutes.” You defended. 

“Isn’t that a little too much? He has been nonstop texting you since you sat down.” Your Burnett friend, Jihyo, questioned.

“Yeah, but he has really bad anxiety, so if I don’t text him quick enough, there is a chance he can get a panic attack. Last time, I forgot to text him before my test and he ended up calling me 20 times and left 50 messages about if I was okay and if I was in danger.” 

Both of your friends looked at each other wearily and back at you who was oblivious to how manipulative it sounded. Taehyung had never acted like this before, especially since they had known him longer than you. They've seen his previous relationships, and he never acted that way with any of the girls. This raised concerns among the girls and gave them a slight suspicion of something that wasn’t right. Since then they started observing you guys interaction in public. 

What they noticed was how subtly possessive he could get. It started with just grabbing your hand and never letting go unless you need to use both hands. They saw how he would beg for your attention when you were talking to another guy. The worst of all is the death stare he would give to any guy or girl who tries to flirt with you. Instead of voicing their concerns to you, they kept quiet. 

You, Taehyung, and your friend group decided to go eat out since exams were over. It was a moment to destress and eat/drink all of their worries away. It was going so perfectly until your boyfriend took it too far. 

“Who are you texting?” Taehyung asks.

“Oh a relative, they are wondering if I’m coming home during break.” You proclaimed. Out of nowhere, you felt arms wrapping around you and a sudden whine.

“Who told you you can leave me alone? Who is going to cuddle with me at night then? What about our morning breakfast together? You can't leave your boyfriend here by himself.” He whined out loud. Usually, this behavior would be cute to your friends, but now it has become really annoying. 

“You can wait a couple of months without her. It's not like she dying,” Nayeon mumbled, head down and moving her food around. 

“No, that is a crime. I need the love of my life with me at all times. She is my other half.” He defended while slightly glaring at her. 

“Well, have you ever thought that maybe giving her space?” Jihyo argued back with the same glare intensity as him. “It becomes overwhelming when you don’t leave her side, especially when she needs to use the restroom.”

You didn’t like where this was going, especially since it started raising some tension on the table. “Are you tired of me, baby?” Taehyung pouted pulling his most unforgiving puppy dog's eyes. The eyes he knew that you can’t say no to. 

“O-of course not!” You defended, “I would never think like that because I know how much it affects you, and you know how much I love you. I-I love the affection you give me.”

“Yeah, it is endearing, but Taehyung, it does become overwhelming even for us when all you talk about is Y/N. We get it, you are a hopeless romantic and are head over heels, but hearing about it even when she is not with us is getting really annoying.”Jungkook, Taehyung’s best friend, retorted. He heard from both Nayeon and Jihyo how Taehyung doesn’t set boundaries and is always in your space. At first, he didn’t believe it, but he started paying attention and saw what the other two girls were mentioning. Whenever Jungkook and Taehyung hang out with other guys, Taehyung is always gushing about how pretty and wonderful you are. Then he would be stuck on his phone texting you instead of talking to them. There was even one-time Taehyung yelled at Jimin, a close friend of theirs, for telling Taehyung that he could do so much better than you and that you were just going to be a college fling that he would forget about in the future. Jungkook remembered that day being the only time he saw Taehyung almost get physical with someone. The rage he saw in Taehyung’s eyes was something he could never forget and would haunt him in his sleep. 

Taehyung didn’t say anything. He was looking down at his lap staying silent making you even more worried. “Guys, I understand your concerns, but I don’t mind it. Besides, you guys are not considering his separation anxiety. I thought you guys knew about his trauma. So, leave him alone, please.” You begged, it hurts seeing your boyfriend being judged by the people he trusted the most. 

“Y/N, he doesn’t have separation anxiety. He just saying that so you can feel pity for him. I asked his mom two days ago and she said he never experienced any trauma.” Nayeon bickered. At that, it was Taehyung’s last straw. He stood up and grabbed your hand. “We will be leaving. Seeing as none of you guys support our relationship.” And you both left the restaurant without listening to your friend’s protest. 

The car back to your dorm was silent. No words were coming out of him. You tried lightening the mood, but all you got was one-word answers. It was concerning to you because you never saw him like this. It has been close to two years since you guys started dating, and you have never seen this side of him. Yes, there were also arguments between you, but he was always the one asking for forgiveness whenever you made a move to leave the room.  This is something that can actually take a turn in your relationship. 

Once at your dorm room, it was just you and him. Your roommate already left back home once exams were finished, so you had the room all to yourself before you headed back home. “Y/N. Give me your phone.” Taehyung demanded in his monotonous voice. A voice he avoids using on you. He was standing by your bed while you were still near the door.

“Why? Can we talk about what happened back at the restaurant first?” You questioned. In the car, you thought about what Nayeon said. Was it true? Were you being lied to?

“I don’t want to talk about it. Especially with people that want to separate us. Now give me your phone.” He extended his hand out expecting you to oblige to his demand, but you were hesitant.

“Those people are our friends. They weren’t trying to separate. They are just concerned for my well-being because you can become overbearing!” Yeah, you were mad at your friends for ganging up on your boyfriend, but they were your only friends since Freshman year. Besides them, no one wanted to be your friend for some odd reason.

“So you agree with them. You can’t stand being with me... Am I annoying you with my love, babe? Is my affection and love something you don’t like? Do you not love me anymore? D-do you hate me?” Taehyung gave you the most heartbreaking expression that you have ever seen. 

“Taehyung, you know that is not what I mean.”

“Really? Because it sounds like you don’t love me anymore. Is it because Jihyo and Nayeon are brainwashing you to stop loving me.” He started advancing towards you.

“They have nothing to do with this Tae.” You started slowly backing away.

“They have everything to do with this since they started the whole thing. Obviously, they are trying to persuade you to leave me. Unless…” He had you against the wall while gripping your shoulders tightly. 

“Are you cheating on me with Jungkook? After all, he is the only man you interact with and he was quick to make sure to separate you from me.” He was staring straight into your eyes which were diluted with anger while his grip on you was tightening every second. 

“Taehyung you are hurting me! You are jumping to a conclusion. There is nothing going on with me and Jungkook, okay? You know that I love you and only, so why would I want Jungkook.” You try reasoning with him, but it seems like nothing is getting to him.

“Prove it. Block them.” He declared, and from the expression on his meant he was serious. 

“Block them? Do you mean our friends? The one that has been with us since the beginning? Taehyung this is getting out of hand.” You tried getting out of his grip but he ended up digging his nails into your skin.

“The friends that got us in this argument. The same friends that insulted me in front of you, your boyfriend. The same friends that made fun of my condition, Y/N. What about the time that they picked on your outfit because it was too childish? What about the time they talked shit behind your back and yet you forgave them. You know and I know that they are the toxic ones, so I’m going to ask you one more time. Block. Them. Or help me god I will do it for you.” You were helpless because you knew he was speaking facts and you couldn’t argue back. To you they were facts, but to him, they were lies that he made up and manipulated to make sure you believed him. You defeatedly handed your phone that was buzzing with missed calls from your friends. 

He grabbed it and blocked your friends on your phone and any other social media platforms. He wanted to make sure that none of them had any contact with you. Heck, he would even make sure that they don’t even be in the same room with you. 

“See, was that hard.” He cupped your face with his veiny hands and kissed your tears away. You didn’t know you were crying until you felt his lips on your eyelids.

“Don’t worry. We have each other. Isn’t that enough? We can be even more affectionate without the nagging people insulting us.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders while you wrapped your arms around his waist. His head was lying on top of yours while swaying you both from side to side. 

“It is me and you against the world. Forever.” If only you saw the smirk he had on his face, you wouldn’t be nuzzling his neck.

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[clairvoyantae]

SHAMELESS FOR YOU • Kim Taehyung

part one | part two

pairing ➣ brother-in-law! Tae x married! reader

summary ➣ You were tired of your boring married life until one day, you met your handsome brother-in-law, the one you didn't even know about.

genre ➣ smut, angst, cheating

warnings ➣ NSFW (minors do not interact), angst, reader is married (obvi), cheating, public sex, fingering under the table, making out, Tae talks filthy, Tae enjoys making reader needy, he is also really cruel/ a tease (ig), choking, even more fingering

Word count • 2k words

You thought that the idea of getting married would be good as it could kill your loneliness and your husband also seemed loving and caring at the start of your marriage.

But boy, were you wrong.

He was always too busy with work to pay attention to your needs, and whenever you tried to talk to him, he brushed you off saying that he was busy or that he was working for you.

You were losing your mind, you just wanted love and attention but your husband never gave it to you.

But one day, everything changed.

You heard the doorbell ring and went to open the door.

Opening the door, you saw a man, who looked like your husband, but better.

He smiled at you and you asked, "Hey, can I help you?" with a polite tone. "Guess you don't me, I'm Taehyung, your husband's brother" he said as the smile was still on his face but it had a hint of sadness.

Confusion was visible on your face. Neither your husband nor his parents had ever mentioned about him having a brother and you also didn't see him at your wedding. "You might be wondering why you've never heard about me before, aren't you?" he asked and you nodded. "It's because my family and I don't really get along" he said with a sigh.

"I'll take my leave now, it was nice seeing you in person Y/n" he said and was about to turn to leave but you lost your balance and fell in his arms.

That's where everything started.

He held onto you tightly, leaving no space between your bodies.

Your lips were inches apart and you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

Fuck, it was driving you insane.

The tension was palpable in the air and your breaths were uneven because of the closeness.

Both of you didn't say anything. Just the sound of the sound of both of yours uneven breaths and quickened heartbeats could be heard.

You both stood frozen in your spot, not knowing what to do.

He wanted to fuck you until you begged him to stop, but you were married to his brother at the end of the day.

He let go of you and you fixed your posture. But, being out of his arms gave you an empty feeling and you just wanted to be held by him once again.

"I'll take my leave now, darling" he said and came closer to your face "Unless, you don't want me to" he whispered in your ear and kissed your cheek, making shivers run down your spine.

He got away from your face and smirked. But soon his expression turned serious. "Don't tell anyone that I came here, okay?" He asked and you nodded.

He gave you another kiss on your cheek and left.

A Day Later

"Y/n get ready, we're going to mom and dad's house for dinner" your husband said and you mumbled an okay to him.

While you were getting ready, all you could think about was Taehyung. Numerous questions about him flooded in your mind.

You entered their house and your mother in law smiled at you and came to you.

But your eyes were searching for him and you saw him, walking down the stairs, fixing his shirt.

Your eyes met his and he winked at you.

As soon as he was downstairs, your husband took your hand and guided you to Taehyung.

This is where you had to start acting like you were meeting him for the first time.

"Y/n, this is my brother, Taehyung" your husband said. "We didn't really get along that's why you never heard about him, but I want to fix everything" he continued, smiling at Taehyung.

'Everything's about to be even more ruined, dear brother' Taehyung looked at you and thought.

He knew that you wanted him as much as he wanted you, or even more.

He knew that his brother was a workaholic and never thought about anything else than his work. He was sure that his brother wasn't paying attention to you and was neglecting your needs.

But, he was there now and he wouldn't leave you until he showed you heaven, at least.

Everyone sat down on the dining table. Your husband sat in front of you and Taehyung sat next to you. Your mother in law sat next to Taehyung and in front of your father in law.

"Y/n, can you check on the chicken, that's in the oven?" your mother in law asked "Of course" you smiled and went to the kitchen.

"Mom, I'll grab a glass of water from the kitchen" Taehyung made up an excuse so he could talk to you. "I'll ask Y/n to grab it for you" she said. "No mom, it's okay, I'll get it myself" he said and went to the kitchen.

You were about to go to the dining room when you felt someone hugging you from behind. "Y/n, it's me, Taehyung" he whispered in your ear.

"What are you doing here?" you asked "I wanted to talk to you" he said "About what?" "About us"

"What about us? You're just my brother in law" you said.

"We both know that it's not true, don't lie, Y/n" he said.

And, he was right.

He was the only thing in your mind the whole day after that incident.

"I know you are also thinking about me, just how I am about you" he said "Yes I am. But, you're my husband's brother for fuck's sake, Taehyung" you said.

"The same husband who doesn't know anything else other than his work, also the one who neglects the needs of a wife this beautiful" he said "H-how do you know?" you asked.

"First of all, he's my brother and second of all, the way you were looking at me wasn't the look of a happy wife, also how you weren't letting go of me" he said and left little kisses on your neck, and shivers ran down your spine once again.

Fuck, his touch felt too good.

He turned you around and lifted your chin up, so your eyes could meet his.

His eyes screamed his need for you and you knew your eyes were reciprocating it.

His fingers made circles on your waist, leaving a burning sensation with every touch. "I'll show you heaven, my love. All you have to do is say" he said.

"Fuck it"

"Show me heaven, Kim Taehyung"

He smirked and his fingers wrapped around your throat. You could hardly breathe but it felt like his grip on your throat was the only thing keeping you stable.

He pinned you against the refrigerator, making sure to make no noise because your family was sitting in the next room.

You both leaned in and were about to kiss, but the oven beeped, indicating the chicken was ready.

"Fuck this oven" he cursed the oven, making you chuckle.

You got out of the kitchen first, bringing out the chicken.

"What took you so long, Y/n?" your husband asked. "There were only a few minutes left so I thought that I'll just come after it was ready" you said. "Thank you so much, Y/n" your mother in law said. You felt bad for what you were actually doing in the kitchen.

You sat down and Taehyung came and sat next to you. "Tae, what took you so long?" Your mother in law asked "My hair was a mess, so I was just fixing it" Taehyung replied.

Everyone was focusing on eating dinner when you felt a hand on your thigh. You know it was Taehyung's and you were thinking what he was going to do next.

His hand travelled from your thighs to your stomach and then to your center.

You were wet, from everything that had happened a few minutes ago.

His slid a finger inside you and you almost moaned.

You couldn't focus on eating because of the magic his finger was doing to you.

It was getting harder and harder for you to control your moans with each thrust of his finger.

You tried to eat but you couldn't. It was surprising to you how he acted like everything was normal.

You arched your back, allowing his finger to go in deeper.

"Y/n, what happened? Why aren't you eating?" your mother in law asked and a light hiss left your mouth.

You knew that Taehyung was enjoying it. "N-nothing, just my head hurts a little" you said, while you came on Taehyung's hand.

He took his finger out of you and touched your forehead with the other hand, pretending to check if you had a fever. "Your temperature is normal, maybe you're feeling nauseous" he said.

"Yeah, maybe" you said. "Why don't you two stay here for tonight, your house is really far away and I think it would be the best for Y/n" your mother in law suggested. "I think we can do that, what do you say, Y/n?" your husband asked.

"I don't have any problem" you said. From the inside, you were happy, because you could spend more time with Taehyung.

"Okay then you both are staying here" your mother in law said.

You had changed and were in the room with your husband, who was sleeping peacefully.

But you weren't at peace at all. You wanted even more.

You were standing at the door Taehyung's room and knocked.

He opened the door, and smirked seeing you there. "I knew you would come to me, baby" he said and pulled you inside.

He pinned you against the wall and wrapped his fingers around your throat once again. "You were such a good little liar for me out there baby" he praised you. "That's why you deserve a little reward" he said and smashed his lips on yours.

This was the best kiss that you've had in your whole life. Your hands entangled in his black locs, pulling him deeper.

He picked you up and your legs wrapped around his torso. He took off your clothes, leaving you in just your underwear.

He took you on his bed and laid you down, breaking the kiss as you both panted heavily.

He took off your panties and slid his middle finger inside you. "Scream as much as you want, my angel, no one besides me can hear you here" he said and thrust his finger inside you at a really slow pace.

The pace of his thrusts was torturous but pleasurable. He slid another finger inside you and increased his pace making you let out a string of moans.

"Did your husband make you feel like this?" he asked. "N-no, only you" you said.

He kept thrusting his fingers inside you until you came.

He captured your lips in a kiss after you came.

"Get dressed and get back to your husband, baby" he said and got away from you.

"What?" you asked. "You heard me, darling. If you want more, you have to wait" he said and smirked. "Are you serious?" "Very" he said

"I think you should go to your room, because what will your husband think if he finds you sleeping with me on my bed, hmm?" He asked, while cleaning you up with a tissue.

"I think you're right" you said, while dressing yourself.

He kissed you for the last time. "Have some patience, my baby" he said and smiled, then you went to your room.

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[aseaofyoongi]

behind pixels 1 | jjk

jjk x reader (f)

genre: sex worker au (jk)

rating: mature audiences only (strictly 18+)

summary: with rising stress, being caught touching yourself and no satisfaction for your own imagination you decide to take your friends advice of using a certain little app for assistance.

warnings: not another college smut au . . you guessed it lol; foul language; sensual/dirty talk; masturbation; computer sex; strangers to sex worker jk helping you out for the night lol (pls stay safe of the world wide web yall); mentions of sexual intercourse - but ofc there is none; cum eating. . she licks her fingers after.. yeah; open ending and no preparation for a pt. 2 so dont hate me.

next part: behins pixels the sequel

word count: 3,3 thousand words

posted: april 8th, 2023

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BunnyBoy98 is typing…..

Is this your first time

here?

Sorta.

You can’t sorta be

here for the first time.

It's a yes or no question.

I thought this site was

no questions asked. No

strings attached?

You against conversation

or something? Desperate

to get right to it?

Not desperate. . but that is

what we’re here for.

Right bunny boy?

Right.

There was a second of silence in between messages. For a brief moment you interpreted his quietness as a goodbye but he was still online. . Perhaps, he thought you to be too straightforward and that turned him off entirely and he moved on to the next user.

Still, there was a faint hope within you that he would reply so you sat in the dead stillness of your room, lights turned off to avoid recognition, door locked with only your undergarments to hug your body.

Typically, this wouldn’t be the event to make-up your Friday night however stressed induced days. . and the simple fact that you were in a torment of arousal twenty-four seven with no further satisfaction stemming from the guidance your imagination had on your fingers.

BunnyBoy98 is typing…..

You sat up on the bed in anticipation of his reply even though you'd never admit it to the stranger on the other side of the screen. He was about to help you get off, so you were definitely at the gates of desperation. It trickled all throughout your body as if a rain cloud sat right above you drenching you in its honeyed ardor.

Your skin turned to goosebumps as the chat bubble continued appearing and disappearing again and again.

Fine. But at least

tell me how you

found me.

I wasn’t specifically

searching for you.

Then who?

Anyone really.

Ouch. You know

I actually felt a bit

special for a second.

You still should. You’re

description helped me

choose you.

Be honest, was it

the tattoos?

If I say maybe would

you be mad at me?

Not at all.

Then, yes.

Plus your description

says you have long hair.

Who was the

runner-up?

Someone named Tae. But

I remembered a friend

visits him often.

So you found out

about us through

a friend?

Yes.

We can do either a

video call or messages.

Which do you prefer?

Video call.

If you’re up for it.

I’m OK with it

as long as you are.

I’ll call you in 5.

I’ll be here.

The rippling anticipation waved through you like electric currents rumbling your entire being right off its course. Though, BunnyBoy98 was a complete stranger you were minutes away from stripping yourself of every bit of shame and vulnerability right before him.

You couldn’t believe you actually went through with it.

And it all began about a week prior. When your friend had walked in on you in a . . less than ideal situation. You succumbed to the pleasure of your favorite toy, legs stretched wide and completely bare on your bottom half. Overcome in the feeling as you maintain focus on chasing your own orgasm. You remember hearing the hinges on the door creak but you weren’t expecting anyone so you remained painting a fervor image behind your eyelids. Envisioning slender fingers being pumped in and out of you repeatedly.

There were beads of sweat strolling down your body as you were in position; about to be catapulted into outer space. The atmosphere you set for yourself was serene and the only sounds that could be heard were your occasional whimpers and the music that played softly in the background. Everything drove you closer and closer to where you wanted to be.

Where you needed to be.

You were so close then a gasp inundated the air around you. A gasp that most certainly did not come from you.

“What the fuck?” You shot your eyes open and quickly saw your friend buried into a corner near the door. She faced the wall but you could only imagine the revolted look on her face, “can you lock the door next time?”

“Oh my,” you quickly pulled the covers over your sweaty body, “can you knock next time?”

“I did knock,” she yelled back, “but you were a little busy.”

“So you just barge in?”

“I thought you might have been dead in the toilet or something,” she shrugged and turned back around to find you sprawled in your bed, “oh, you’re done?”

“What do you think?”

“I mean don’t stop on my account. We all do it,” she sat across from your bed and began spinning around on your computer chair, “I personally like to meet Tae when I’m in the mood but you know this all works too.”

“Who’s Tae?” you questioned sitting up in the bed; wrapping your bed sheets around your figure tightly.

“He’s from this app where guys kinda help girls get off,” she said it so casually you almost didn’t fully decipher the words escaping her lips.

“There’s an app for that?”

“It’s the twenty-first century there’s literally an app for everything.”

You cleared your throat, “is it safe?”

“Are you interested?” she waggled her brows.

“No,” you scoffed, “did you need something?”

“I can’t come over just to spend time?” she shook her head, “I should’ve let you finish. Maybe you would have been in a better mood.”

“Fuck you,” you giggled.

“At least use this next time,” your phone dinged after she quickly sent you a text, “let me know how it goes.”

Her exit was barely audible. You were too preoccupied studying the link she sent for the app called ‘Eargasm An App for Women in Need.’

BunnyBoy98 is typing…..

I’m ready.

Can I call you?

Yeah.

You can call.

The ringtone echoing amongst your walls was taunting, and your nerves nearly fooled you into letting it ring. And while it took a lot of physical and mental strength to actually pick your hand up and move it towards the mouse pad you were finally able to press the green button lighting up your screen.

BunnyBoy98 sat up against a wall; glowing under blue LED lights. His black hair was long as detailed in his description and it sat right above his shoulders. Though it was hard to tell under the stark ambiance his eyes mimicked the tint of chocolate and his piercing stare was aimed at you on the other side of the screen. . Well, it was actually aimed at your dark screen. Though, it was selfish of you, as you hid cowardly behind your turned off camera you wished he would remove the black mask hiding the bottom half of his face.

“Hi,” he greeted.

“Hi,” you murmured, perhaps a bit scared that someone might hear this interaction play out although no one would. You made sure your door was locked this time and you didn’t even have a roommate. “Should I continue calling you BunnyBoy or is there something else you prefer to be called?”

“You can call me JK,” his voice was sultry, soothing, grave. Somehow a mixture of all three in one; it vibrated in your inner ear like some sort of an invasively soft tune, one you know you’d be replaying many times after tonight.

“Sorry about the dark screen,” you attempted to swallow down any ounce of nervousness, “I guess you can say I’m a bit nervous.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” his reassurance quickly eased your frazzled nerves, “though I’ll admit you did sound a bit more assertive over messages.”

“I tend to come off over-confident through texts,” you snickered, “it’s a natural flaw.”

“Confidence is sexy so I would say it’s a blessing.”

The word sexy sounded so enticing coming from his lips even as they were hidden behind that damned black cloth. You roamed through countless fantasies of the man sitting right before you, about the way he possibly looked without being covered; how his touch might feel on your scorching skin and the tone of his whispers closer in the proximity of your ear.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he voice was playful, but it was so hard to read his expression behind his covered face, “have you begun having fun without me?”

“No,” you mumbled, “I haven’t.”

“Good,” he said, “why don’t you tell me what you like.”

“Like during. .” you drifted off.

He nodded, tucking his hair behind his ear, “What else are we here for darling?”

“Yes. Of course,” you huffed, slapping your palm on your forehead undoubtedly astounded by your own stupidity, “Uh, I like. .” You gave it some thought but kept rounding the same corners leading to you cluelessness, “I’m not sure I know what I like.”

“Forgive me for being blunt but have you touched yourself recently?”

“That’s the exact reason why I ended up here.”

“You’re addicted to masturbating?” He whispered as if he was keeping some big secret.

“No!” you answered back quickly, “Not at all. I’ve just been a bit stressed lately and well. . something else happened.”

“What happened?”

“My friend kinda walked in on me,” you whispered.

“It happens to the best of us sadly,” he chuckled, a sound so beautiful and gentle it matched the soft tune of songbirds in the morning, “how about you begin by telling me about the last time you were aroused. Just walk me through whatever got you in the mood that day.”

You closed your eyes leaning your head against the headboard. Your thoughts traveled back to a couple of days prior when your body sunk into the mattress under the hex of your fingertips. You were stripped down bare but you recalled the way every inch of your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“I had just gotten home after my classes,” a small white lie was the price to pay to save any once of dignity you had left in the eyes of the stranger before you — in reality, that very day and every other day you’d found yourself under the amorous touches of your sinful fantasies whenever you saw him, the boy employed at the campus student center.

You didn’t know his name and in reality he only lived in your mind in small flashes. The first polaroid was composed of his cheeky smile framed by indents of his round cheeks. While other snap shots focused on the way he always wore in a half up half down style or a bun; others were centered around the numerous tattoos inked into his right arm, especially the snake sitting right above his wrist and the patchwork tattoos on the dorsal side of his hand.

“Were you thinking about someone?”

“Yes.”

“What were they doing?”

There was a rush of heat traveling through you as you recalled the way you dreamt up his touch against your body, the way his fingers left behind trails of goosebumps on your skin.

“First he began touching me softly,” It was like your body was on auto drive and before you knew it you set the laptop beside you on the bed and began getting comfortable on the bed.

“Was he touching you anywhere specific?”

You hummed in response, “he drew all kinds of figures into my inner thigh, kept inching closer and closer and then he would pull away abruptly.”

“Did you enjoy him pulling away?”

“Yes, it made me want it more.”

“Ok, I’m gonna ask you to do a couple of things. If you don’t want to do something just tell me. I’m here for your pleasure.”

You nodded, then realized he couldn’t see you, “Yea, that’s fine.”

A strain of the jitters ate away at your nerves and you weren’t sure if you’d ever come down from that rollercoaster of anxiety. You were sitting at the peak in a single-person cart waiting to be plummeted down the valley of the tracks leading you to the finale; the culmination of an enticing ride.

“Are you naked?”

“Somewhat.”

“Take it all off.”

Even in the stillness of darkness removing your bra and panties made you feel entirely vulnerable. You were technically alone but JK was right there just a couple of pixels away.

“Close your eyes, doll. I want you to begin touching yourself just wherever it feels good,” he instructed and you weren’t sure if it was your mind playing tricks on you but you could’ve sworn his voice became more bass, “start high and slowly make your way down to your breasts. When you’re there let me know.”

His words were tainted with sin meanwhile he still sat back nonchalantly. You'd imagined he was satisfied in the way your soft whimpers overtook the air as you began pinching your perked nipples but you couldn’t tell for sure not while he still wore his mask.

“I’m assuming you’ve made it.” he chuckled.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“You’re not very good at following instructions. Are you, doll?” he rolled up the sleeves of his crewneck, finally exposing the infamous tattoos he detailed in his description. They were like pieces of artwork adorning his entire arm, not a single spot was left visible—and as much as you tried to get a better look at them for some reason you found it impossible to focus on just one.

“Sorry,” you muttered once again, “I was caught up in the moment I guess.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he offered, “but I need you to be vocal since I can’t exactly see you.”

“I’ll be more vocal. I promise,” you said, still toying with your nipples in between your fingers, “right now my hands are still at my tits.”

“Are you bored of that yet, doll?” the onset of his tumultuous utter; it was thunderous, like music for the soul, “you wanna aim lower?”

“Yes.”

“With the tips of your fingers I want you to move down your cleavage,” he said, “and stop right at your pelvis.”

Quickly, it felt like the evening had rushed by and the sun had been relocated right beside your bed. Though you complied with his command any form of coherent words became jammed in your throat incapable of rolling off your tongue.

The way your fingers slid past your folds earned a string of whimpers from your lips earning a satisfied titter from JK on the other side of the screen.

“Nice and slow, doll,” JK said, “be gentle but I want you to apply a bit of pressure every time your fingers meet your clit.”

JK’s voice was no longer muffled from the laptop’s static microphone. Instead in this version of your altered reality he was laying right beside you on your bed, and his fingers substituted yours against your cunt. His touch contained something yours simply did not possess, composed of a sort of spell that left you babbling moans. And as his fingers traced whichever incoherence they wanted into your clit you felt closer to your pinnacle.

“Fuck,” he stuttered, “I love the way you say my name.”

The bubbling daringness dazed with pleasure drove you to chant his name over and over in between your pants and obscenities. “You have no idea the things I would do for you to fuck me right now,” It was your best attempt at trying to break past his professional shell — His head fell back against the wall as his adam’s apple bobbed up and up, his eyes were shut tightly and his hands fidgeted with something off frame.

“You have no idea how much I’d love to fuck you but this is a contactless doll,” his breathing became uneven, “I’m afraid we could never meet. You could never know who I am and I could never know who you are.”

“N-never say never,” the contract enforced by the site was clear and simple, both parties must grant their consent to the meeting online without disclosing their identities. For safety measures you understood the implications of the rules applied but what of it when you genuinely just wanted to meet the dulcet stranger and ride along him for the wildest time of your life.

“Just focus on the feeling,” his voice was rugged; raspy as a result of the groans he sang into the air, “Focus on that shiver taking your back hostage and that very knot tightening in your core. I want you to only let your thoughts be consumed by that very feeling.”

You sat up using your elbow for support, still thriving to maintain the mental image of having JK near in curated colors. Again, you were in the presence of the man dipping the mattress beside you as he laid down with eyes to scorching their umber tone surrounding you in warmth.

“Now, finger yourself.”

The squelching sound of your finger pushing past your entrance had JK sitting up straight like he was intrigued by your facile compliance but you thought it was obvious that by now there was very little you wouldn’t do as long as it came from him.

“I wish I could see you doll,” he confessed, “I bet you look heavenly with your fingers inside of you.”

“C-contactless r-remember,” The motion living up to your satisfaction was hastened —you became divulged in the feeling of your walls on your fingers. You felt soft, warm, tight. All of the sensations combined to create a feeling so addicting your fingers developed a mind of their own as you drove themselves in and out of you with ease.

“Right. .”

“Fuck, this f-feels,” you swallowed to ease the desert developing in the back of your throat, “it feels s-so fucking good.”

“If I were there,” he mumbled, barely audible but your ears still perked up at the lulls of his voice, “First, I would serenade every inch of your skin. Your body would be the portrait I’d paint with my lips.”

“Mhm. .”

“I would cherish your body so well. Eat you out until your legs shake and fuck you until you’re a candid mess.”

“O-oh, fuck! JK don’t stop.”

“I would fuck you so well, doll.”

“I-I’m so close,” your arm became numbed yet, you kept fucking yourself with your fingers still succumbing to the fantasy of having JK in replacement of your own hand.

The temperature in your room draws beads of sweat on your body and the more you strive to reach your high the more scorching the temperature becomes. The creaking of your bed accentuated the speed of your movements, it was like a song featuring your constant moans.

“Until you’re babbling nonsense, and your headboard is marking up the wall and the neighbors finally know my name.”

JK’s words were laced with a delectable nectar, so sweet, a once off taste wasn’t enough and as you pleaded for more and he complied, continuing to fill your ears with sinful promises you crashed hard. Coming in spurts of white coating your fingers.

“I have a surprise for you,” you panted in between almost every word, “you ready?”

He nodded.

Call it post orgasm tipsiness but after sitting up a bit and adjusting the laptop to leave anything that wasn’t your mouth out of frame you turned on your camera for the very first time that night, pushing your glistening fingers which once invaded your walls past your swollen lips.

His hands rose to his hair and he slithered his fingers through it lightly before gripping his roots into his fists looking a fair amount aroused and frustrated. The tattoos you desperately wanted a peek of were finally on full display. After turning off your camera once again and JK began uttering praises your way, you began scanning the ink on his arm from his forearm up slowly. The artwork adorned his skin beautifully.

As you neared his wrists you noticed a very similar serpentine snake—one who you have stared at too often.

“Typically, things here are a bit different,” you finally registered his voice, “you would turn on your camera and I would provide more detailed assistance but I hope you still had a good time. I did.”

“Yeah,” your mind was in outer space, “I had a really good time.”

“Don’t shy away from visiting me again, OK?”

“Yeah,” you said, “bye, JK.”

Once the camera was off and you shut your laptop tightly, coming to the realization.

JK was him.

The boy, your boy from the student center.

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an: i was bored and im so sorry lol

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[taekeofyourclothes]

you like jazz? (for)

pairing romantic bf!v x reader conspectus in his arms with smooth tunes in the club as if it was just the two of you... how romantic is he. word count 1.3k notes this is a work of fiction but feel free to relish in the delusion lmao, look out for grammatical errors and possibly confusing structuring of sentences - my english is still fair so please go easy on me lol. please don't distribute my writings without my consent dearests!! feedback and criticisms are welcome and read well <3

it was late at night and you were dressed up, you had your makeup done and your hair up - why? well reasoned by the invitation taehyung sent earlier asking you to accompany him to someplace undisclosed and requested verbatim "get dolled up, beautiful." you brought the little purse your boyfriend had gifted you during your first monthsary as a loving couple and you placed in your wallet, your small fix-up kit, and then your phone; though you had to bring it back out after receiving a notification coming from.. you guessed it.

honey, i'm outside ;)

the little wink made you chuckle slightly before you placed your phone back in the small purse, you rushed to your apartment door turning the knob open and finally meeting his gorgeous face again, he was standing legs crossed with one hand in the pocket of his dress pants and the other holding his phone until you opened the door then he tilt his head up to you almost immediately burying his phone in his other pocket; laying all his attention on you - having his face shift from a blank expression into one that was delighted to see the love of their life. "where are you taking me, tae?" you'd ask him delicately whilst you close the door behind you, to which he snaked his arm around your waist with a smug look on his face then replying with an ambiguous "you'll see."

the two of you walk down side by side to the lobby then exit your apartment building as he leads you to the parking lot where he had his suv patiently waiting, taehyung's arm sadly had to leave your waist to have his hand hold the door open for you.. damn his gentleman character, but it was fine; after you had settled in the front seat of his elegant vehicle he paced to the drivers seat and started the ride quick. having no idea or clue where he'd be taking you though with no intentions of prying in respect of the element of surprise the two of you enjoy, you simply relax and wait for the destination's plans to come to you and not you come to it. his hands turned the radio on having it play some blues that set the mood just right before holding your hands over the beverage holder with the two of you simultaneously humming to the song that was playing with you admiring his side view similarly to the way you always do no matter which view you would look at as he drove into the night knowing he was yours and he'd call you "mine." also that you'd be happy to go wherever he'd go as he would be with you.

it felt almost eternal this trip though you didn't mind, but the drive slowly reached it's finish as taehyung steadily parks the car. he stopped the music and stationed his car, the two of you letting go again as he exits the vehicle and ran over to your side to open the door slightly separating you both with his hand out for you that you glady accept and hand in hand again he brings you to the entrance of this bar that had some lively music playing inside that was yearning to be heard outside, he pushes the door open for you with a playful "m'lady" having you giggle, the sweet noise tugging at his heartstrings... after entering the establishment you realize that "is this a date, taehyung?" you query him with a knowing brow raised, "however did you figure it out, y/nie" he sarcastically answered forming a smile on his face then suddenly composing himself to be serious then asks you simply "what do you think?" you look around to see aged couples happily dancing together, one or two couples your age fine dining with love in their eyes, and musicians playing your favorite melodies with such grace and talent, you look back at your boyfriend who was intently waiting for an answer; whom was chewing his bottom lip with anticipation. "i love it, tae." you respond with a smile - your free hand brushing the hair behind his head proudly, giving him chills.

after coming back from his high of feeling like a great boyfriend, taehyung brings you to a vacant table and holds out your seat waiting for you to sit down and proper settle to officially begin this date. as you both comfortably lounge in your seats across each other he hands you a small box wrapped by a cute ribbon of your favorite color, you're feeling slightly emotional by his sweetness telling him "you didn't have to, babe..." tearing up slightly already as you open up the box and find a gorgeous silver ring - you look up to him with surprise and "are you sure about this?" in your eyes meeting his filled with longing and hope.. "y/nie, you know how i love you." you did, in this relationship you had for almost a year you knew all too well. "in this nearly a year time we've been together, it feels as though i've known you forever." the music slowly transitioned to something slow and more intimate. "i don't wanna rush you, this ring i'm giving you is a promise. it's a promise that someday when we're ready i'll marry you and be with you for this life and the next and the following and all times." you're tearing up already, you'd just been 10 minutes inside this place and you're already crying how adorable he thought. he moves near you, both his hands hold your face brushing your tears away with his thumbs. "my y/nie it's okay, it's okay. i'm here, i'll always be." his hand brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he holds yours to wear his promise ring - you both rushed to passionately embrace each other.

the moment ends rather leisurely, it probably would've lasted evermore if the waiter hadn't coughed to get your attention and hand in two fancy wine glasses and one bottle of merlot in the house. you both thanked the hardworking attendant and then enjoyed the red beverage to celebrate the beauteous romance you shared, cheers after cheers the two of you talked of what the future will be like, exchanged cheesy lovey-dovey flirty lines such as "are you a time traveler? because i can't imagine a future without you in it." said taehyung with the most ridiculous yet attractive smolder that brings flynn riders' to shame.

"are you my anxiety? because you make my heart race ;)" you ironically shamelessly say to his face making him laugh, the sound boosting your serotonin then he says after picking himself up from falling even more for you, "ahem.. you like jazz, m'lady?" how smooth of him you thought, you watch as he stands up and side steps while snapping to the lively jazz playing in the background; holding his hand out again for you to join him join the rest of the dancing couples which you would be hysterical to decline - you both closely sway to the rhythm intimately having his arms around your waist and your hands around his shoulders. "move closer y/nie, you smell fantastic." inviting you to eliminate the space with your foreheads touching and your noses bumping and your lips mere inches apart. the music was slow jazz and dreamy, you close your eyes living in the moment.. you've never felt happier. kim taehyung, made you the happiest and you whether you knew made him much happier. he raises his head slightly to kiss your nose that lasted a few seconds, and he returned to the prior position your faces were in and you both swayed to the music, your souls getting lost in the melodious sounds and intertwining as one, with the promise of forever embedded in your love as the two of you slow dance in the night.

© live laugh love kim taehyung, good boy.

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the day i fell in love with you

pairing: tae takemi x gn!reader

summary: after takemi falls asleep at her desk, you take over the clinic for the day. and she's very grateful when she finds out!

“isn't doctor takemi here today?”

“don't worry, m'am. i'll be taking over for today!”

takemi could hear faint voices when she woke up at her desk. the last thing she remembered was pulling an all-nighter, after an emergency. and it seemed like she had fallen asleep at her desk when getting to the paperwork for said emergency…

“how long was i asleep…?”

takemi rubbed her eyes, fishing her phone out of her pockets and almost dropped it when she saw how late it was. the clinic had opened four hours ago! yet she had been asleep all that time.

stumbling onto her feet, he tried to force herself to wake up quickly. she couldn't just sit around here! and as she rushed out of the office, she stumbled right into your arms…

“mrs. takemi, you're awake–!”

you smiled softly, as you gently held her close. takemi cleared her throat, a bit flustered about bumping into you like this. she was your boss after all, so she had to keep her dignity.

“i know what you're about to ask, but don't worry– i've been taking care of your patients for today! i know i'm just an assistant, but there weren't any cases that required your help today. besides, i figured you really needed some sleep…”

as much as she hated to admit it, you were right. takemi wouldn't have fallen asleep at her desk if she wasn't tired. but that didn't mean she'd use that as an excuse to repeat such unprofessional behavior again.

“oh, there's one more thing–!”

before takemi could react, you rushed into the small kitchen of the clinic, returning with a bento box and a coffee.

“i had some free time earlier today and made you this! the coffee is cold again, but i can heat it up again, while you eat breakfast!”

you smiled, as you handed the bento box over to takemi. she opened the lid, sneaking a peek inside, only to see the vegetables cut into little hearts. even she couldn't help but smile softly.

“i know i don't say this a lot, but i'm glad you're here~”

takemi gave you a peck on the cheeks, before taking the coffee out of your hands.

“after i had breakfast, we'll need to talk about a salary raise for you… and maybe some other things too~!”

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