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SUGAR MOON 🥐 kim taehyung.

pair. art student! taehyung x fem! reader | genre. paris in the 50’s, arranged marriage, angst, romance, smut | warnings. profanity, smoking, possessiveness, pet names, jealousy, unprotected intercourse, oral sex, masturbation, fingering, age gap, breeding kink, virgin mc | word count. 7.1k

synopsis. “tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?” or kim taehyung won’t let anyone else have you. you’ve been promised to him, after all.

A small life, a small happiness.

These were the things that had been promised to you by your parents, Taehyung didn’t doubt it one fucking bit. Nothing had been shown to you, nothing he could use, nothing to stimulate that pretty little mind of yours. You were a blank canvas.

Someone he could taint. His womanizer ways had done their rounds across Paris, but no one ever actually thought there would come a time where Kim Taehyung, successor of the Kim’s and their jewelry empire, a business booming since the early 20’s, would settle down. They were wrong, of course.

Taehyung wasn’t planning on getting married and staying married, especially to such an inexperienced girl such as yourself, fresh out of her private academy, and working under her daddy as a typist, a receptionist. At least not at first. Not until he met with you in person.

Then, he couldn’t wait. After that first meeting, witnessing your shaking hands and soft voice as you greeted him—you had his cock leaking in seconds. No other woman had elicited such a reaction out of him, none that mattered. None he could remember the name of. So, naturally, he was attracted. Challenged. Interested.

It was a brief brunch, and an extremely pretentious one. Taehyung’s fingers had been itching for a cigarette the entire time, as your mother went on and on about your excellent grades and general impression. His father, an always serious man, all about his money and good name, had managed to snick cognac in his coffee without anyone noticing—anyone except you.

Taehyung’s eyes had caught your amused ones, as you rose a satin gloved hand to your red lips, pressing two digits against that beautiful mouth to keep you from laughing. He fell back on his chair then, manspreading even further, playing with the serviette in his hand, watching you closely.

You hadn’t touched your food. Out of nervousness, perhaps. He liked his women to eat, to indulge themselves in whatever pleases them most. You’d learn that. What else, then… your pinned hair, perfectly styled to fit the shape of your face, your cute nose, and rosy cheeks. The modest neckline of your dress. Hiding just enough, leaving the rest up to the imagination. Carefully chosen he concludes. By the mother. For this engagement.

What a fucking joke. He hated pretending the most. He was an artist; a free mind, someone that couldn’t be caged, someone that did not do well in circumstances as preposterous as these, so staged, so rehearsed, so—fake. If he had it his way, and his father knows this the best, he’d take you away from this table, away from all this boring talk between parents, a bidding war he’s afraid, for what price you’d be sold to him for. Well, that can’t have you feeling comfortable, and no one would want his fiancée to be dreading her own wedding day, would they?

He’s doing it for your future, he reasons.

“Excuse us, esteemed relatives,” he cuts his mother off, and stands up, mischievous gaze piercing through you. “We have greater matters to attend, don’t we sweetheart?”

You blushed immediately under the attention, clearly never having gone against anything in your life. A rule player, staying inside the box. Taehyung wanted to cut that box open, tear through it like a Christmas present, and pick you up, play with you for hours, steal that virginity, that innocence away.

It was at that first meeting, that he took you to his favorite bakery, bought you pain au chocolat, and watched you eat as he smoked, hot chocolate staining your top lip a delicious dark color. Taehyung chuckled at your child like reaction upon noticing your new bittersweet mustache, and decided he’d kiss you that day. Not then, you’d probably run off on him if he’d done it then.

“Have you no decency to tell me of my state?” You smack him playfully on the arm, and his smirk only deepens.

“And miss that adorable look on your face? Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Later. At his house, maybe, after he’s certain of your hold on him, and wants to explore it more. Explore you more. The fabric of your dress was hugging your waist exquisitely, dangerously, those heels doing nothing for you next to him. Eight years of a difference, yet he’s known of you for so long. Has seen you from afar, a mere girl with pigtails, no one he’d pay any mind to, just a shadowy figure in the background of his life, but always the promise hung; the promise between your families, the inevitable elopement.

But you were a tough woman, weren’t you? You made him fight for you. There had been a shy goodbye and then your back, walking away from him in a hurry, afraid to stick around for any more that you’d already have. That had been for the better, Taehyung mused to himself over another of many, many a cigarette. Tobacco had been a friend of his since the young age of seventeen, a way to fit in with the other teenagers and their self destructing tendencies. He had those too, he convinced himself. He had those too, but he also had his pencils and papers.

Taehyung had his art, and his music, and he was never alone. He’d witnessed no death, no poverty, no war, and so for that reason he was an insufferable dreamer, a delicate person. But he tried to see those things, tried to be a part of it all, to help, or to imitate—naturally, those people had taken and taken and taken from him, had used him for his warmth, his money, and reassured future, as they had to, at some point, unfortunately return back to their tiny, freezing apartments to starve and work minimum wage industrial jobs as he remained free to parade around Paris, wearing his expensive tailored suits and leather boots, studying art, not a care in the fucking world.

He was aware of this, too. It made no difference. He came from a family of immigrants, people who put in a great deal of effort to their endeavors. His father alongside his uncle had opened their first jewelry shop in 1922, amidst terrible, dark times, catering exclusively to the rich folk of Paris, investing every last penny they had to them, until the favor was returned. Now, boutiques across France, across Europe. Thirty-four years later.

All the whorehouses in Paris could not have prepared him for what he was about find out. For he’s never been truly jealous of anyone, has had no insecurities, no doubt of who he was. Taehyung was wanted by both men and women, divulged in sexual acts with all who interested him, never particularly caring for gender or class. People were all the same to him—everyone had a price, a reason. But not you, not to him. The more he was away from you, the stronger his feelings grew.

You had a little boyfriend; he learns from the driver he had ordered to follow you around. Someone insignificant, an electrician—so it was honest work you were looking for. A small life, a small happiness. Oh, to see your parents’ faces when they found out about this; how their words had backfired. Kim Taehyung came second to no one, and especially not a country boy trying to make it in the big, scary world. He had his ways of getting exactly what he wanted. That is to say, he hired a friend of his fathers to scare him off, to warn him against you. And if that didn’t work, if there was love involved—well, he couldn’t have that, could he?

You were promised to him first. He wouldn’t let anyone else have you. Especially that tight cunt, those cherry red lips. It went without fucking saying—he had to see you again. Unsupervised. Preferably, naked, underneath him.

So, he goes to your house. Picks up a few pebbles and tries for several windows, cigarette in mouth, dark brown curls falling over his eyes. You’re bound to answer to one. He persists, until he sees light coming from the last window at the corner of the stone building, a familiar shadow through the curtains.

Taehyung waits. It’s well past midnight, and you look terrified, but so, so beautiful. Fuckable, in your pink robe and loose hair. He wants to climb up the wall and fuck you right there, against that very window. He wonders if you’d let him, if you’d let go for him.

“My goodness, what are you doing here, Taehyung?” A protective hand over your chest, you look down at him perplexed, but—excited.

He takes the cig out his mouth, flicks the ashes off. “I can’t stop thinking about you, darling.”

He sees your eyes widen, those kissable lips part in an inaudible gasp. He smiles fondly, the thought of you half asleep, still warm from dreams, stirring because of him and his uncontrollable desires—oh, he’d marry you right then if he could. Such were his feelings for you.

“But you can’t be here! My parents—wait, are you drunk?”

Oops. He stumbled forward, discarding his suit jacket, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up to his forearms, stick between his lopsided lips.

“Guilty as charged, sweetheart,” he mumbles into the night. “I’m coming up.”

“Good lord, you’re not.”

“I am.”

A pause, as he begins his ascend up the front wall of your house. “You are a lunatic, Kim Taehyung. Absolutely.”

For you, perhaps. He’s climbed before, countless times actually, all involving rebellion and illegal activities, but no matter. This time he’s climbing for love, for a chance to get to know the real you, not the timid girl you are during the day, but the hidden side, the moon of you. He’d get it out of you, he’s good at that. And when he does, Taehyung will have his way with you. His cock stirs in the mere thought of it.

You make way for him to jump inside your bedroom, still shaken from the fact he can even do something like that. To see you. You must be dreaming. But no, that can’t be, because there he stands, in all his handsomeness, smelling of cigarettes and expensive cologne, curls bouncing with his every move. And he’s moving towards you.

“How is my favorite girl doing?”

Taehyung sees the flush on your bare neck, rising higher. He sees your hands coming together in front of you, as you instinctively step back from him, a prey in front of a hunter.

“This is inappropriate,” you mutter to yourself, blinking fast.

His lips curve slightly. “Yet, you let me in.”

Your eyes snap back at his. “I had no choice!”

He ignores this, instead familiarizes himself with your bedroom, the pastel colors, the minimal furniture, the piles of books. Your hairbrush, your mirror. Things you’ve used, things that smell like you. You were killing him, playing with the heartstrings of his goddamn heart. How can a girl so perfect as you, his promised fiancée, have someone else? Be touched by another man, loved by another man?

Jealousy has never felt uglier inside him.

“Tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?”

Your hip hits the corner of your desk, and you hiss quietly. You’re shocked by his words, and he doesn’t fault you. How could he know, after all. Right?

“Who told you this?” You question, and he grabs the end of your robe’s belt, feeling the lace of it.

“Confidential,” he replies simply. “You should know now, darling, I don’t share well. The woman that I’ll love will be my woman only.”

“Is that right?” You test him, he can see. A look of defiance so different from the submissive girl he met at that restaurant all those weeks ago.

He hums, enjoying your little power play. “That is exactly right, pretty thing. Care to elaborate on this secret of yours?” He kisses two fingers, places them on top of the place where his heart rests. “I promise it will stay with me.”

You don’t look convinced. You squirm and touch your hair. Another habit. You’re transparent to him, so easy to read, to decipher. Honest. Your ways do not betray you. To have someone to trust… it was incredibly valuable to Taehyung. Unheard of in the circles he ran, the family he was raised in. A salvation, then. You came to him as a small bird—what if he taught you how to fly?

“You don’t want to see me angry, sweetheart. Use your words,” he threatened, leaning against your closet, all the way on the other side of your bed, unmade and slept in.

In the dim light of your nightstand lamp, you looked dreamt up. Like a wet dream designed by his subconscious to haunt him, a personal Hell. To look but not to touch. Forbidden fruit, and everyone knows the story…

“I met him a year ago. He came for a routine check up on the power lines,” you started to explain, not moving an inch, afraid that if you did Taehyung would move as well. “I… He was kind to me. I’ve been seeing him secretly ever since.”

“Has he touched you?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a simple question, darling, isn’t it? Has.he.touched.you?”

You huffed an incredulous laugh, as if offended. You answer anyway. “We’ve only kissed, not that it’s any of your business.”

Taehyung nods his head slowly, pointing at the pack he took out of his trousers’ pocket. “May I?” But he doesn’t wait. Lighter on the edge of the cigarette, he inhales the smoke deeply, blowing it towards the ceiling, pondering over the information in his head.

“Kindness,” he says. “Is a tricky thing, isn’t it? Makes you feel guilty if you don’t give it back, if you don’t return it.”

Closing the distance between your bodies, he sees you cowering in the corner, but those eyes are anything but scared. You have a bite, it’s in there. Taehyung wonders how he can bring it out, test it.

“He loves me,” you retort, and you’re trying to sound convincing.

The question is to whom?

“Sweetheart, I do not doubt for one fucking minute that a man could have a pretty little thing like you and not be completely enamored. Only a fool would waste the opportunity.” You stay quiet, watching him stop by the foot of your bed, nothing but a mere two steps separating you now.

“Maybe he does, chances are he doesn’t. It matters little to me,” he pins you down with a strict look. “You’re to stop seeing him. I’m not a charitable person—you belong to me now. Am I making myself clear?”

The mask crumbles, the wounded girl appears. Tears glisten in the faint warm glow of the room, and Taehyung finds himself wanting to wipe them away, make them disappear. He didn’t mean to hurt you, to make you cry. He’s drunk, and he’s jealous, and he’s falling in love.

He’s the bird in the cage, flapping its wings, terrified, starved of genuine affection. His deflecting can only camouflage this truth for so long. It will shoot out like a slap in the face to render him speechless, and it will be soon. But for right now, as he stands in front of you, all he wants is to taste those lips, to try molding them into his own.

“You are cruel, Kim Taehyung. Marrying you would be a tragedy and a punishment,” you mutter, fighting back sobs, chin quivering.

He smiles, but it’s all teeth, he’s a wolf, and it’s fake, it’s forced, and his hands are shoved deep in his pockets, fingers clenching into fists, cigarette butt bitten into to keep from lashing out. Not going after the engagement earlier had been a tragedy, having to deal with the aftermath of not trying to get to know his own fiancée the punishment. But you had been young, and he had been too preoccupied with easy pussy and pretentious art to care. Now you hate him, and it feels unfair.

“What if I told you this person was only after your money, darling? Would that make you see?”

“Lies.”

Taehyung exhales through his nose, nostrils flaring. “I don’t lie, sweetheart, if there’s one thing to know about me it’s this. I have proof. He’s been stealing from this family and has been feeding you fairytales.”

You attack then, heading straight for his face. He grabs both your wrists, and immobilizes you instantly, spitting the cigarette out in fear of burning you. You stare at each other for what feels like ages, both panting, neither backing down.

“You’re trying to poison me,” you spit at him, pure hatred spread across your beautiful face. “Lock me up.”

He softens immediately, blinking down at you, snapping out of it. “I fed you hot chocolate, ordered flowers to your house every single day since I met you,” he whispers, trying to make you see reason. “I’ve known you since you were playing hide and seek with my younger sister, a girl no older than nine years of age—I’ve never had a reason to lie to you, to trick you. All I’m doing is trying to protect you. Neither of us had any control over our relationship, (Y/N), and I am truly sorry for that. Be it as it may, I now have a responsibility to you, to keep you out of harm’s way, to be truthful.”

Tears roll down your cheeks, and you look so confused, so fucking split into what you want to believe and what is real, that Taehyung can only pull you into his arms, let you come to terms with the fact. You don’t fight, you don’t even say anything, you just sob into his shirt quietly, overtaken by heartbreak. He sits you both down on the bed, and you fall into his lap—so easily, like you’ve done this a thousand times. His thoughts drift further, and he chastises himself; you’re in a vulnerable position, it’s late. He should leave you alone.

For the life of him, he can’t find the will to do it.

“What I said still stands,” he mumbles into your hair. “I will not apologize for the way I am. For as long as you’re mine, no one else will have you. I will kill anyone who dares to attempt messing with you.”

You sniffle and sigh, tear-stained bloodshot eyes looking back at him. “I had no idea you were like this.”

One side of his mouth curves slightly, hands coming to push hair back from your face. “You’ll get used to me. Give it some time.”

Your gaze moves across his features, studying him. A breath away. If he leaned in just a bit, he could take your mouth in his, devour you whole. He almost does. The hope that you might want anything to do with him is holding him back from doing so.

“Okay,” you say, and he exhales.

“What?”

“Okay,” you repeat, fingers coming to wipe at the wetness on your cheeks. “I’ll give you a chance. Please don’t make me regret it.”

His body physically aches from the effort he puts not to pounce on your right then and there, so instead he settles for a kiss on the forehead, short and painful. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, begs for you to stop wiggling on him.

“I fucking swear, darling. I’ll be good to you.”

He’s never promised anything to any woman before. He finds himself wanting to keep good on his words this time.

It’s exactly two weeks after his little break and entering fiasco that the preparations for the engagement party begin.

Your mother seemed to know Taehyung had spent majority of that night with you, if he were to judge by her inquisitive looks and overall effort to never leave her daughter unattended around him. That was well enough—he was a creative and innovative man, he always seemed to find a way around rules and indiscreet eyes.

He takes you to a movie screening one afternoon, and stares at your animated expressions the entire time. He smokes twice as much to resist the urge of putting his hands on you. He desperately wants to; he craves having you in his arms again, yearns for that sweet scent, those soft thighs rubbing against his erection, your breasts against his firm chest. Taehyung dreams of you often, dreams of those untouched folds he’s never seen, never tasted—he’s a savage diving headfirst into them, licking every last drop of your wetness, inhaling the smell of your virgin cunt, and imagines your desire to be touched by a man, him, your soon to be husband.

He comes into his hand every morning, wishing his palm was you around his raw cock, allowing him to invade you, to ravage you. He weaves his time, reassuring himself—all in good time. He’ll have you for eternity soon, and no forever will be enough for all he’s planned on doing with you.

“Tell me, sweetheart, do you drink?”

You look at him, eyelashes flattering innocently. “No, not really,” you confess, and you appear so cute to him, then, that he must make a move, it cannot be helped.

Taehyung kisses your temple affectionately, stopping you both in your tracks in the bustling streets of the 7th Arrondissement. You lean in for just a moment, overtaken, and he considers it a triumph, a step towards the right direction. He’ll spend the rest of his life proving himself to you, if that’s what it takes, just so he can kiss you like this.

“We can’t have that, can we?” He rhetorically asks, and takes your hand in his, draping it over his forearm. “You’re with me, now, you must divulge in the few pleasures that life has to offer, my darling.”

“No one has offered to show me,” you confess shyly.

Show you he does. He takes you to the restaurant he frequents at and orders the bottle of wine he loves the most, along with dinner. Taehyung fills your glass and cuts your steak in bite sized pieces when it arrives. He advices you to sniff at the red colored alcohol first, before closing your eyes and having a taste.

You’re the most special kind of angel doing exactly as you’re told, taking a small sip of the aged wine. He watches, breath bated. When you open your eyes, the fascination on your face makes him smile brightly, proudly.

“Oh, it’s wonderful!”

“That’s my girl.”

Your fiancée leans back in his chair and lights a cigarette as you contently chew your food, drink your wine. He stares in awe, mesmerized by your genuine nature. You blush under his intense gaze.

“Won’t you eat?” You ask, biting your pink lips.

Taehyung can’t help but smirk at that. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’ll eat later, trust me.”

“You say it with such innuendo, I don’t understand—”

“Have you ever touched yourself, (Y/N)? Be honest with me.”

You choke on your food, eyes widening, coughing into your hand. Taehyung chuckles, offering you some water. You take it gratefully, chugging half the glass. He waits, amused, curious. A few people turn to look. He ignores them.

“That is not a proper question to ask a lady, Taehyung,” you scold him after you recover, fingers playing with your pearl necklace.

“You are to be my wife. I believe I can ask whatever I want,” he responds calmly.

You take a while to answer, instead turning to the wine for bravery.

“Why the interest?”

“Purely out of curiosity. I want to know what makes you feel good, sweetheart, for when I go down on that sweet cunt of yours.”

Your knife falls out of your hand and hits the floor at once. More people begin to tune into your conversation, intrigued. You look around, embarrassed and crouch to pick up your utensil. Taehyung turns his head to the side to blow smoke on the nosy woman on the table next to yours. She heaves, waving her hand and quickly minds her business.

“Did I say something to upset you?” He presses.

“You’re ridiculous and vulgar!” You half whisper, urging him to stop his teasing. “No one has ever spoken to me in this way.”

“Your boyfriend must’ve been a bore then, darling. I’m only stating my intentions. I would never dare to offend you.”

“It’s just as so.”

“Don’t be shy with me.”

“Yes!” You exclaim, and down the entire glass of wine. “Of course I have, who hasn’t? Now no more of this or I’m leaving.”

Taehyung shuts the fuck up at once.

He wishes he can say he was nothing but a total gentleman the entire evening, but that would a blatant fucking lie, wouldn’t it, because as soon as you get off the car to go into your house, he grabs you by the arm and kisses you deeply, hands ruining your hair. You moan and refute against his lips, but he holds you tighter, attempts to bruise your mouth so that you’d feel him there for a good fucking while.

He wishes he can say that had been all, but it wasn’t, because he takes you on the side of the building, covering you in shadows, and slips his hand under your dress, feeling your garters, touching the lace of your underwear. He rises your skirts, and fingers you right there, your parents just through the wall, wondering where their sweet little girl is.

You gasp and cling to him, bodies pressed together as he leaves you no room to think, to second guess, to breathe, even. He’s ruthless in his taking, selfish in his ambition to make you come for him, and so his digits curl in your slick, finding out the pleasure spots of you, desperate to have you screaming his name. You’re moving your hips towards his hand in no time, overwhelmed by how good it feels to have something inside you, fucking into you. Taehyung flattens his palm, and rubs your clit with the heel of it, long fingers edging you.

“Please, Taehyung… that feels too good, what are you doing to me?”

Your head falls on his shoulder, just as he hikes one of your thighs up his torso. He has half a mind to slam you down on his cock, fuck you in public, unashamed, outside your own fucking house, but he doesn’t, he won’t, because you’re important; because you matter, because he only wants to give you a little taste of what he can do for you.

“I’m stretching that little hole of yours, sweetheart. You’re so fucking wet for me, baby, so eager for my hand.”

Cupping you jaw, his tongue pushes past your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, eliciting more sounds from you, growing hotter, whinier, broken. Your pussy is making sounds too, all wet and filthy, and you seem to hear them as well, trying to pull away from his kiss, hide your face in his chest. He doesn’t let you, opens his eyes to see the pleasure written clearly on your features.

“You’ll come for me, won’t you, darling? All over my fingers? Let me see you, sweet thing, and then let me have a taste of those sweet juices. I bet you taste like pure fucking honey, I wanna bury myself in that cunt, drown in that cream. Won’t you give it to me, baby? C’mon, let go for me, let me see.”

When you come, you don’t seem to understand what you just did, what happened, and Taehyung is truly and completely awestruck by your innocence. He rubs circles on your clit until your body stops convulsing, and when he’s sure you’re okay to stand on your own, he kneels down in front of you on the dewy grass, gripping your hips, and diving in your folds, tongue lapping your slickness, so velvety, so goddamn tasty, before going for your clit, flicking the small bundle of nerves. You jerk away from him, the sensation unfamiliar. He brings you back, growls, grips tighter and does it again. And again. And again.

“Oh my God, I can’t, I can’t, I’m gonna—”

He moans against your cunt, uses his hand again to provide more friction for you to rub against. You do immediately, your pussy on fire, aching like never before, your stomach in knots. Then he starts mumbling like a mad man—I can feel it, sweetheart, let me have it, come in my mouth, give it to me my filthy fucking girl, my little slut, Heaven on earth on my tongue, I swear, one more, one more baby, come on.

You come again, and this time you see stars; your vision blurs, and you almost collapse on top of him, but Taehyung holds you up whilst not missing a single drop of your release, licking all over, chin coated in your juices, running down his neck. He fucking loves it all, loves you, loves your cunt. Then, he hears it.

Your dad calling out for you. While he’s still buried between your thighs, erection pressing against his trousers, his daughter fucked out and half naked for everyone to see. You panic immediately, pushing your skirt down, looking at the direction of the voice worried, dizzy still from your orgasms.

Taehyung pulls your panties over your core, and gets up quickly, giving you one last kiss before slapping your ass. You hit his chest alarmed, anxiety ridden.

“Go first, darling. I’ll see you later.”

“But—”

He fixes you with a stern look. “Be a good girl.”

You hesitantly go, your hand dropping from his. He hates having to let go of you like this but doesn’t want to get you in trouble with your father, either. He waits a bit for both voices to disappear behind doors, before going back to his car, parked a couple houses back. Taehyung can barely think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock.

He rubs himself like that, with the thought of you coming undone over him, your taste still in his mouth. When he spits into his palm, he imagines your perfect lips wrapping around his shaft, taking his entire length into your small hole, gagging over his girth. He barely cares for anyone passing, or his indecency.

He wants to fuck you raw, fuck you dumb. Put a ring on your finger, and knock some babies in you, then die a happy man.

All in good time.

With guests arriving and gifts piling up, Taehyung hadn’t got a single chance to talk to you. Just a quick hello and peck on the cheek, before your mothers dragged you away to fix your dress and powder your face up to her standards.

You’d grimaced at him as you were taken to the guest room of his house, and he gave you a small smile in return. This day was most important to them, a celebration of two of the most powerful and influential families in all of France, so in that way, you had to look your best, and even then, your best didn’t guarantee perfection.

Taehyung thought you looked fucking stunning in your champagne-colored gown, crystals cascading down your hair. A wish, or a dream, or both. He can only imagine what you’d look like in your wedding dress, walking towards him down the aisle, given to no one but him, his to love, to cherish, to protect, and to fuck. He gets excited with the mere thought, the prospect of having you all to himself, to do whatever he pleases.

His father slaps him on the shoulder once, already more than three glasses of bourbon in; he had a buzz about him, a friendly aura, when he was drunk. It was easier to talk to him, then, in his relaxed state. But Taehyung had nothing to say—not to him, at least. He’d been a pain in the fucking ass all these years, and now when it’s time to do his duty and marry into a good family, all of a sudden, he’s the picture-perfect authority.

Bullshit. He loosens his tie a little, the noose suddenly entirely too tight around his neck, and puts the cigarette back in between his fingers, running a hand through his tidy hair, with the brushed back curls.

At first, greeting people had been easy enough. All he had to do was stand right next to you and shake hands. He doesn’t know when the air got so unbearably stifling, or when the faces all started blurring into each other, smiles melting off as if acid had been thrown onto them. Taehyung squeezes that hand he has around your waist, and you look up in concern. The music is too loud, the lights are too bright, and who the fuck keeps banging on his head?

“Tae?” You ask, delicate hands taking his pale face in them. “You’re overwhelmed,” you conclude, staring into his eyes. Then to your mother, “We’re gonna go get some fresh air.”

“Right now?” She chastises but doesn’t object. Perhaps Taehyung looks worse than he feels. “Be back soon, honey. You need to give your toasts, so we can bring out the cake.”

“Yes, mother.”

Like magic, his migraine disappears the moment you leave the living room. Your soft hand in his, leading him to privacy—all he needed, all he wanted. Your plan is to take him to the garden, have the crispy autumn air hit him, bring him back from his anxiety. But it wasn’t stress that made him unwell; it was those people, the fact that he knew none of them, and yet they got to congratulate him, to stare at his bride as if she’s nothing more than a piece of meat, something with an expiration date.

They think that Kim Taehyung won’t be faithful. That he’ll grow bored, and once he gives you a couple children, will try everything in his power to stay as far away as possible from you. The assumptions of a life he left far behind the moment he bought you that chocolate croissant were haunting him, karma coming to bite him. He was no longer that person they’ve heard so many rumors about it, nor does he wish to ever be, ever again.

You were his future now. His life. He was completely devoted to you. You had to know this.

Before you can reach for the balcony door, he pulls you into the library, locking the door behind him. You let out a gasp as he pushes you against the cold glass of the window that run across the wall, overlooking the majestic garden his mother and housekeepers had built. Taehyung smiles and puts both his arms on either side of you, his thumbs caressing your temples tenderly.

“I thought you weren’t well,” you mutter, blinking up at his handsome face.

“You always make me feel better.” He inches closer.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” And then he kisses you.

Gently, softly. Small feathery pecks, admiring the way you bloomed for him, under his touch. The party was gearing up, he could hear the melody change to something more upbeat, so he figured he could steal a few more moments with you, alone. His mind ran a thousand miles per hour.

“I want you to know, sweetheart, I want you to hear it from me directly, and believe me always when I say—I’ll be a good husband to you. I will always put you first, above my own self, whatever you need. Count on me, let me be a man that’s deserving of an angel like you,” he whispers against your lips, watches as your eyes glisten with tears of joy.

He kisses them away, then kisses your brow. You giggle, a sound holier than church bells. He would give you anything, then. His baby, his darling. Anything.

“I’m going to take advantage of you now— I can’t fucking wait any longer, you have me by the fucking balls, sweetheart.”

Your hands instinctively go for his shoulders, as he roughly pulls your dress up your legs, over your hips, those long fingers dipping underneath your silk panties, feeling that smooth pussy with his open palm. Taehyung groans into your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. He wanted to mark you, show everyone you’re his, but not now. You’d be too embarrassed to go back out, face all those guests.

Your cunt wasn’t shy, though. It coated his fingers with your slick wetness, opened up for him to have his way. So obedient, so fucking sexy—oh, he’d fuck you. Right against this window, for anyone that was outside to see. He didn’t give a fuck. You drove him crazy with how ready you always seemed to be, your body betraying any sort of rebuttal from you.

“Tell me baby, have you touched yourself since I was in between these legs?” As his middle finger slips inside your tight entrance. “Have you thought of me while rubbing this pretty pussy? Be honest with me, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” a breathy moan against his collarbone, as your hand wraps around the nap of his neck. “Yes.”

He’s a gone man, then. A girl as perfect as you, his promised girl, admitting to pleasuring herself with the thought of him? Taehyung almost wants to apologize for who he was about to become.

“Turn around for me, darling.”

You’re scared, overthinking the position, but with one last flick on your clit, you’re drenching his entire hand, rubbing on his forearm like a starved slut.

“I’ll take care of you, baby, I got you, I promise.”

“Will it hurt?” You ask quietly, and he shushes you, kisses away your worry.

“It might, angel. But you’re my strong girl, aren’t you? Bite on my hand if the pain is too much.”

He holds your hips aligned with his erection and unzips his trousers, pumping himself a few times, using your slick to coat his length. Taehyung then puts a hand over your mouth, and you hold onto it with both of your own, inching your ass closer to his cock absentmindedly, your body obviously wanting this as much as he does.

“Fuck me, you’re a fucking dream like this, darling, let me see you. Do that again.”

You do, the white garters and stockings you have on the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his goddamn life. He’s seen a lot of pussy, but nothing compares, could ever compare to yours. Sliding his rock-hard length against your folds, he circles an arm around your waist, your knees already giving out. Taehyung chuckles, kisses your shoulder blade softly. What an adorable girl, so innocent in the ways of pleasure, all the different ways your senses can come alive.

“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”

He enters you at once, what little resistance there was giving way. You scream into his hand, and he presses his chest on your back, fingers pressing against your mouth to keep you quiet. Stilling for a second, brows furrowing, aching to pound into you, to fuck you senseless, he then pulls all the way out, and thrusts back in, the tightness feeling incredible against his girth.

“Christ baby, where have you been my entire fucking life?”

You whimper, and push back, wanting to be as close to him as possible. “Faster, Taehyung, please.”

He needn’t be told twice. He stays inside you, picking up his pace, fucking into the deepest part of you, both arms wrapping around your waist, breathing labored, watching as you place two manicured hands on the glass, trying to keep yourself upright. He praises you, tells you how good you’re doing, how fucking perfect you are for him, taking cock so well, a natural, a good little slut, his baby, so proud of you, so fucking proud.

“Look at you, shameless, getting fucked for the whole world to see. You’re a filthy fucking girl, angel, aren’t you? All you want is to come on my cock, don’t you?”

“Please…”

Taehyung wants to grab you by the hair, drill himself into your hole, shape it to fit his dick exactly, to mark his place there so that you could never leave him, never let any other man in that sweet fucking place. Instead, he watched the crystals bounce, your tits smashed against the glass, corset keeping them in place.

“Please? Use your words, darling. What do you want?” He demands, bending you at the waist more, feeling his release getting closer.

“You, please, more, more!”

When his digits drop down to your clit again, you’re a crying mess, begging to be filled with cum, filled by him, to the brim, until you can’t take no more, and he gives it all to you, he’s generous, he slams one, two, three—your head falls in ecstasy, as he shoots his load inside of your insatiable hole, balls emptying all he’s been holding back for you.

He rests his head on your lower back, sweat dripping into his eyes, stinging. He kisses you over the flashy fabric of your dress, hands resting above your womb, thinking about seeing your swollen belly, carrying his child, a beautiful mommy.

Taehyung helped you get decent, tucking himself back in his pants, straightening his suit vest, passing a hand over his combed hair, and turned you around in his arms for a last kiss. Only this one was more intense; unlike any other kiss he’s ever experienced. It was emotional, carrying the trust and love you’ve grown to have for him, the most precious thing he could ever ask for.

“I’ve loved you since I met you, sweetheart,” he whispers sweetly in your ear, pulling back to see your reaction.

You flushed, hiding on his shoulder. He smiles fondly at your action and keeps you there for a while. Some time has passed since you two supposedly went to the gardens, and he didn’t want your mother to start an entire search party for the both of you, so he halfheartedly suggested to return to the living room.

Admittedly, there was no possible way to hide you two had sex. His mother shook her head as he brought you to stand in front of the two-tiered vanilla frosted cake, attached to your hip.

“I’ll love you til the day I die,” he promises later, in front of everyone, slipping a diamond ring on your finger. “Mine to hold, mine to keep.”

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FFF~ Day 14 <3

♡Pairing: Choi San x Reader (f) x Kim Hongjoong ♡Genre: Smut with no plot :) ♡Au: coffee shop ♡Word Count: 2,685 ♡Warnings: this was completely self indulgent because valentine's day *sobs* dom/sub {dom joong/sub reader/dom san}, threesome, spitroasting, penetrative sex with barrier, oral (m recieving), m/f/m orgasm ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI ♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Edging, CJH | Next Day~ Size Kink, PSH ♡Dedication~@downtoamagicalland@mejuiithe unholy trinity beta team

It was valentine's day and your favorite coffee shop was packed. You were pretty sure it had nothing to do with the actual sale or yummy confections decorated in pink and red. It absolutely had to do with the fact that the owners were serving everyone personally.

San had a big heart. Genuinely, he just wanted to serve people yummy food, see them enjoy something small in their lives. His shop was successful, in part due to his enthusiasm for his job but also because you could taste the love for his world in his beverages.

Hongjoong, his partner in crime who did the baking, smiled widely for you when he saw you enter. He had just finished dropping off some heart shaped cookies that mimicked the heart candies with endearments on them. "Morning, Warm Heart."

You ducked your head in embarrassment and made your way to the counter to order some beverages. You always came here on your way to work to order beverages for yourself and your best friends. It made you happy to know they had something sweet, and sometimes warm, to keep them through the morning at least. San had made it a habit of using his handwriting to scribble the nickname "Warm Heart" on your cup, so that you knew which beverage was yours. He certainly wasn't helping the huge ass crush you had on him.

"Heart!" San yelled as he saw you approach the counter, "I hoped I would see you today! Double points because it's valentine's day! And look!"

San pushed forward a box of croissants with pink icing hearts on them. "Hongjoong filled them with spicy chocolate."

You whipped your head around to stare at Hongjoong who was flushing pink and went back to asking other customers how their orders were. "He didn't have to do that," You mumbled.

San smiled, full of happiness and mischievous energy. "He made them just for you, you know. No one else is going to try these."

You opened your mouth to order when San shook his head. "You don't think I haven't memorized your orders yet?" He pouted excessively, "Heart, you wound me."

"San, don't start with me today!" You waved a finger at him.

San giggled and then went to work. You moved aside to let others queue and you wandered the shop on the pretense of watching San work. His broad shoulders moved as he worked the various machinery to make your order of three beverages. His eyes were focused and his perma-pout never truly left his lips. Your heart skipped a beat and you scolded yourself.

This infatuation with the coffee store owner and his bakery partner needed to be squashed. They were nice to everyone and the flirting is what made the shop popular. You knew it wasn't real. You just wished your heart knew that too.

"You're not gonna try them?" Hongjoong approached you, looking hopeful.

"I…" Whatever you were going to say died in your throat. Who were you to say no to a man who baked something just for you?

You opened the packaging and bit into one of the croissants. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you moaned loudly. “Oh my god, Hongjoong! This is amazing?”

Hongjoong grinned widely, “The heat is okay?”

“No, this is now officially my new favorite thing,” You proclaimed, your tongue coming out to lick the corner of your lip to capture some of the spicy chocolate that had escaped.

Hongjoong helped you with the chocolate and you froze as you watched him suck on his thumb. Why did you feel like some dumb struck high school girl thinking of an indirect kiss? “Glad you like them.”

“Heart!” San shouted, bringing your attention back to him. He had been frowning before you came up for your drink order. “It’s all ready,” He beamed.

“I hope you make a lot of money today, San,” You smiled happily, lifting your tray as a salute.

“Wait!” San leaned up over the slight wall of the counter. “Try your drink for me? I made it a bit differently this time.”

You tipped your head in confusion but placed the tray down so you could pull your drink from it. You wrapped your mouth around the straw and sucked. The sugary liquid hit your tongue and you gasped. “Mint?”

San nodded, smiling to himself. “You like it, right?”

You sucked harder, eagerly drinking it. “Oh my god, the best you’ve made yet, San,” You proclaimed.

San looked satisfied, chin tucked into his chest. “Good. I’m happy to make you happy.”

“Bye, San!” You waved and grabbed the tray of drinks again. “Bye Joong!”

Hongjoong looked unhappy but waved back. You left the coffee shop, and delighted your friends with a valentine’s day delight. You shared your croissants and breezed through the morning until one of them pointed out there was something different written on your cup.

You dismissed it immediately. “It’s San. He always writes that. I don’t even think he remembers my real name, if I’m being honest.”

“Doesn’t know your name but writes his number on the cup?” Your friend said in bewilderment.

“What?!” You snatched up your drink, and low and behold, there was a pouty face drawn nearby with a series of numbers. San had to have written it.

When you were on your lunch break at work, you immediately dug out your phone and texted the number.

Heart: San, what is the meaning of this?

San: Can’t a guy give a girl his number?

Your heart was now beating out of your chest. This had to be a daydream. You probably fell asleep on your cubicle desk and were probably drooling right now.

San: Did I beat Joong Hyung?

Heart: Beat him?

San: You only got my number today, right? ^^

Now you were having a full on panic. You rushed to the box of croissants and on the bottom was a neatly written note. I hope you’ll come back to the shop after hours, we have a surprise for you. Xoxo Hongjoong

You pinched yourself and yelped. Yup, this was definitely real. What the hell???

You desperately began to text San back.

Heart: I’m supposed to come to the shop later???

San: Oh poo, he did get to you.

Heart: I don’t know what this is…

San: please, come to the shop after hours. We’ll explain then

Work couldn't have dragged any slower. You spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what the hell was going on. You really, really, really liked the coffee shop owner. Hongjoong was also a delight to be around. Surely they both didn’t… you shook your head. It was stupid and downright cruel to assume anything. You were just going to have to show up at the coffee shop and find out what’s what.

The coffee shop had its closed sign on the door but when you tentatively rapped your knuckles on the glass door. San banged into the door in a rush to get to you and scared you. He quickly unlocked the door and let you in.

“You came!” San said softly.

“Of course I did,” You replied, “It’s not every day you get the owners of a coffee shop demanding you see them.”

“Today we aren’t coffee shop owners,” Hongjoong said, sitting at one of the tables and chairs. His arms were crossed and his legs were spread.

“Are you aliens?” You joked.

“We’re men today, Heart,” San murmured at your side.

You swallowed nervously. “Men?”

“It’s valentine’s day today,” San started, “We both like you but we don’t want to fight over you. Will you choose?”

Your eyes went from San to Hongjoong in complete confusion. “Choose?”

“Or,” Hongjoong lifted an eyebrow at you, “Take us both so we don’t have any bruised hearts.”

San smiled mischievously, “Maybe some bruised skin though.”

“Ha ha ha,” You said mirthlessly, “Very funny guys but April Fools isn’t for a few more months.”

San grasped your chin in one hand, soft but firm. “This isn't a joke, Heart. We’re dead serious.”

“San,” You whispered his name, still unsure.

“Let me show you?” He asked, eyes glancing at your lips.

You nodded and then San kissed you. His lips took your bottom lip in between his, slowly and sensually kissing you. His hand curved around your jaw, holding you like you were the most precious thing to him in this world. You blinked consecutively when he released you, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face.

Hongjoong stood up from his spot and came over to the other side. “Ready for me next?”

Did you really have to choose? “Guys, I don’t think--”

“Don’t think then, Heart,” Hongjoong cut you off, “Just let me kiss you.”

You nodded again and then Hongjoong captured your lips with his. Hongjoong’s kiss was full of teeth and tongue and you felt yourself being swallowed up by his passion. San was an ember and Hongjoong was the fire. Your lips chased his when he broke the kiss and he chuckled lowly, satisfied in response.

“So both then,�� San said to Hongjoong, who nodded.

San took your hand, linking your fingers together and tugged you towards the back of the cafe where Hongjoong baked. Hongjoong’s hands settled on your hips, walking behind you. Once they found more privacy, all gloves were off. San pulled you against his body as he leaned back against the kitchen island and Hongjoong pressed himself against your back. Hongjoong was placing wet kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. He was sucking harshly and you whined about hickies. San massaged your ass and used your body to thrust up into to get himself harder. “He wants to mark you up, Heart. He wants someone to see that you’re already claimed.”

“Joong!” You scolded him and that’s when Hongjoong bit you in warning.

“Careful, Heart, or I might feel the need to mark you up more.”

You shivered and San giggled. “Give me another kiss, Heart.”

You began to not be aware of whose hands were where or what mouth was doing what. You were just a bundle of nerves as someone played with your tits or shoved their hands under your panties and swirled around your clit. Hongjoong was the hard while San was the soft. Where one coaxed you, the other demanded everything from you. The hot and cold wasn’t something you could deal with. All you could manage was to whimper and whisper their names, feeling pleasure that you knew no one else could outdo now that you had experienced two lovers at one time.

“You’re gonna take us both, Heart,” Hongjoong commanded in a rough voice. Currently, his dick was in between your legs, rubbing on the outside of your cunt, getting covered in your slick.

You nodded in agreement, eyeing San’s throbbing cock in front of you. “Can I have you in my mouth, Sannie?”

“Joong, I think she’s drooling for my dick,” San teased you.

“I know she’s drooling for mine, but from a different set of lips,” Hongjoong responded in kind.

“I…please? Both of you?”

“I suppose you’ve been good for us,” San grinned.

You heard Hongjoong rip a condom wrapper from behind you and you braced your hands on San’s thighs while Hongjoong penetrated you. Your nails dug into San’s sensitive skin, taking in Hongjoong inch by fucking inch. “You’re doing great, Heart,” Hongjoong murmured from behind you.

San, in complete contrast, gripped your ponytail by the base and shoved his cock into your mouth. You squealed but you were quickly groaning at the picture of pure sin San was emulating above you. His eyes were hooded and the tip of his tongue was between his lips. “That’s it, Heart, take my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, just like you did the straw this morning.”

Hongjoong rubbed your hips once he bottomed out inside of you. San had already taken to thrusting into your mouth. You could do nothing but roll your eyes to the back of your head and groan as Hongjoong started to fuck you from behind. “You let us know if it’s too much, Heart,” Hongjoong said, sounding strained, “Fuck, this pussy is so tight.”

San laughed in triumph, “This mouth is everything. Heart, you’ll let me fuck your throat right? You can take my dick like that, right?”

“San, your dick is in her mouth right now, how is she supposed to answer you?” Hongjoong demanded.

“Oh,” San smiled goofily. He pulled out of your mouth with a pop. “Is it okay?”

Without San in your mouth, your moans just got louder as Hongjoong fucked you. The angle felt so fucking good that you couldn't focus on San’s question for a few minutes. “J-joong!” You protested.

Hongjoong smiled his own satisfied smile at being able to fuck you dumb and then slowed his pace. “Go ahead, Heart, answer San.”

You whimpered, “San, fuck my throat. Make me gag on your dick and cry. I wanna be a mess for you!”

“Fuck,” San cursed, biting down on his lower lip, “When it put it that way, Heart, how am I supposed to hold back?”

You put a hand on Hongjoong’s, where they still were on your hip and looked back. “Fuck me, Joong? It feels so good.”

“Give me your arms, Heart,” Hongjoong directed softly.

So Hongjoong held onto both your hands, holding your arms back, as he gently bounced you against his pelvis. The smacking noises were echoing in the back kitchen. That left you without any control as San held your head and fucked his dick up into your mouth and throat. Your moans stuttered as Hongjoong hit that spot inside of you that urged on your climax. You had given up trying to time your breathing with San’s thrusts because it soon became a game for him to make you choke and gag.

San came first, coming in your mouth and you swallowed it all. His eyebrows scrunched up and he moaned loudly. He pulled his dick out of your mouth and you watched as it twitched in front of you, still leaking his cum.Then you came, your mouth free to shout Hongjoong’s name as the back of your eyelids were painted with stars. Hongjoong fucked you through your climax, your fluttering pussy walls pushing him over the edge. He gripped your fingers tightly as he buried himself into your hole and came in the condom. His climax was a breathy cry, making you wish you got to see the face that accompanied it.

You whined as Hongjoong pulled out of you and got rid of the condom. San pulled you up and against his chest. “You were such a good girl for us, Heart,” He complimented you, pushing errant hairs behind your ear.

“I can’t believe!--” You didn’t have enough air yet to speak fully.

San let out a high pitch laugh. “You’re so fucking cute.”

You blushed, reality coming back to you. You had just fucked your two crushes in the kitchen of your favorite cafe. Who were you???

“Heart?” Hongjoong said your name as a question.

“Yes, Joong?” You responded, leaning your head against San’s shoulder.

“We can do this again, right?” You didn’t see it but San and Hongjoong exchanged a worried glance over your heart.

You nodded into San’s chest. “Like I could live without that again,” You chuckled, “No one could possibly live up to that.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” San said into the crown of your head, placing a fond kiss there.

“Please,” You laughed weakly, “You spoiled me. Drinks, croissants and a threesome? Guess you’ll really have to plan for next time.”

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you too. “You plan on being around long enough for another Valentine’s Day?” He couldn't help but wonder.

You placed your arms and hands over Hongjoong’s and squeezed back in reassurance. “You’ll never get rid of me now.”

“Good” Hongjoong replied, satisfied with your response. “Because we don’t plan on letting you go anywhere.”

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The Birds and the Bees (Gets Kim On His Knees)

Summary: Sex pollen AU Kim is getting POLLINATED. Bee boy Chay thinks he’s the prettiest flower in the bunch and he’s getting all up in his vase. (sober note: Chay is not actually a bee boy)

It starts out perfectly innocently, okay? Chay had a plan, and that plan was to woo Kim, because after his delightfully sweet confusion upon receiving the guitar pick from Chay was any indication, he’s never been romanced before, and Chay is going to romance him so fucking hard. There’s going to be chocolate and dates and flowers.

The flowers are the important part. Chay went into the florist with a polite request for something special, bc his honey only deserves the best, and he can’t remember the name of the flowers that were neatly wrapped into a big, fluffy bouquet, but it was pretty, and it sounded expensive, and Chay didn’t even bother checking the price tag before his handed over his credit card. Worrying about the price of things? That’s a Before Chay problem. Now Chay has mafia money, and he’s going to spend it on flowers to make his boyfriend blush, and no one is going to stop him.

The flowers make Chay blush a little bit, too. He gets all shivery and warm under the collar as he carries them out of the shop, little white flecks dusting all over him.

“Have fun,” the florist tells him on his way out the door, waving and laughing. “Don’t forget plenty of water.”

Duh. Chay knows how to keep flowers alive. Or, keep them from wilting, at least for a few days, bc technically they’re dead now that they’re cut. He’s giving Kim a dead gift. But that’s okay bc Kim gave him a bar fullof dead gifts, and these ones are prettier. They smell better, too, and they may be snowing bits of white fluff everywhere, but they aren’t going to leave so much of a mess. (Poor Yok had to close the bar for a month.)

Back at the apartment that Chay does not share with Kim, even though hes there more often than he isn’t, because kim hasn’t offered, and chay hasn’t asked, and besires, hia would probably kill him, anyway. Say something rude about a love nest, which is absolutely not what it is. (It’s exactly what it is.)

Without the use of his hands, given the *massive* bouquet, Chay has to settle for knocking his feet and elbows against the door until Kim gets the hint and opens it for him.

“Chay?” he asks, peering around the flowers, and oh, right, he probably can’t actually *see* chay like this. He ducks his head around the side and grins, then thrusts the flowers into Kim’s arms. He’s getting tired, and he needs a glass of water. Carrying those things has been making him sweat. Who knows flowers could weight so mich?

“Hi, honey,” CHay greets cheergully. “I’m home!”

Kim’s fae goes from confused to preciously warm and soft and chay wants to kiss him, bc he’s *so* cute, he actually can’t take it. Who said his boyfriend could be so cute? Kim is supposed to be hot and sexy and intimidating. Cute is cay’s thing. But Kim, bc he isn’t fair, bc he’s blessed, is everything. He’s so good and sweet and he’s watching chay with eyes so fond and warm they could melt chocolate, and Chay has to kiss him about it. Right? Kim’s his boyfriend now—it’s their 1 month anniversary—which means he gets to do that now.

The flowers are in the way, though.

Chay takes them back. Says, “These are for you, by the way,” as he carts them over to the table, and Kim closes the door, and follows after him with an indulgent smile.

“What’s the occasion?” he asks.

“You, duh. I just.” Chay puts the flowers down. He arranges them carefully, fluffing out the thick white buds. ROcks back and forth on his teeth. Twists his hands in his sweater. He loves Kim so much and he has no idea how to hake his boyfriend understand. “I’m just—y9ou make me so happy. And I’m really lucky to be with you. So, yeah. Flowers. For you. Bc you deserve nice things.”

“Chay…”

Kim comes up behind him, because Chay, flushed from the tip of his nose to the tip of his ears, does *not* look at him. He wraps his arms around CHay’s middle and nuzzles into the back of his hot neck, planting a soft kiss there.

“I love you,” he murmurs into the sensitive space behind Chay’s ear, making him shudder. “Thank you, love, they’re really pretty.”

“You’re pretty.” Chay ducks his head down but he lets Kim spin him and kiss the top of his head. “I need some water.” He’s still burning up, and now he’s certain it’s the embarrassment more than the thirst, but if he doesn’t drink something cold now he’s going to melt into a puddle on the ground. So he darts away and Kim lets him go with a laugh.

It gives him the opportunity to look at the flowers closer, leaning down to take a deep inhale. The fluff flaking off from the fleshy pink middles must egt vaught in his nose bc he starts sneezing, and chay giggles from the kitchen.

“SOrry they’re getting pollen, like, everywhere.” Like dandelions, almost. Except these flowers are more than balls of white, tufty seeds. The petals are thick and full, white around the edges, then peachy pink in the middle, and at the very center of them, where the petals are folded together the thickest, they turn a lurid, dusky purple. And those white tufts of pollen drip out from that tight furl of petals.

Kim straightens back up from his fit, and has pollen all in his hair and dotting his cheeks. Chay coos at him. He looks like he went frolicking in a daisy field.

[commercial break for porn]

“Chay—Chay, those flowers—”

“I know,” Chay groans, dragging Kim into a fevered kiss. Fuck, what was wrong with those flowers? He should have—he should have realized something was off, as soon as he started getting warm, and they florist—telling him to remember plenty of water for them, him and Kim, not the flowers, of fucking course. God, how could he have been so blind.

“Chay.” And Kim—Kim is whining. That was definitely a whine. High and plaintive and pleading, and Chay has to take a deep breath before he comes on the spot.

This is fine, everything is fine, he’s in control here. He’s barely affected. See? Look, P’Kim, he can walk in a straight line, straight to their bedroom, because he’s fine. Chay isn’t the one that decided to inhale a lungfull of sex pollen.

Kim looks out of his fucking mind with it, though, little white flecks speckled through his hair, his pupils completely blown. Like a cat when it sees something in wants. Kim is looking at Chay like he’s never wanted anything more in his life, and it’s a heady feeling, to be on the receiving end of that gaze. For all Kim has become a whimpering limpet, he looks like he’s going to each Chay alive as Chay pushes him down onto the bed.

“Are you okay?” Chay asks, on top of him, kissing his throat, because he’s a gentleman. Porsche raised him to be very considerate of his partners, and dammit, he’s going to make sure Kim is comfortable and taken care of!

“Yes, Chay, yes, I’m so okay, fuck, are you—” Kim tugs at Chay’s shirt, seemingly forgetting how buttons work in his desperation to get it off of CHay. he settles for digging his fingers into the spaces between the buttons and yanking, ripping it apart.

Once again Chay is taking several deep breaths.

Do not come. Do NOT come, he tells himself.

Unfortunately his inhale led to a little tuft of pollen going right up his nose, and he snuffles a few times, trying to get rid of the tickling feeling. Now that he knows what he’s looking for he can feel it as the warmth spreads through him, spreading from his nose to his face and down his neck, and then it reaches his heard and flows through all of him, coalescing at his dick.

Which Kim is determinedly trying to free from the confines of Chay’s slacks.

Why did he decide to give up his usual uniform of tshirts and sweatpants, again? Dressing up for his boyfriend is overrated when he could be undressing for his boyfriend instead, and that’s a lot harder to do wrapped up in said boyfriend the way he is when he isn’t wearing something with a forgiving degree of stretch. He tries very hard to wiggle out of the stiff slacks while also palming Kim’s ass, which isn’t helpful at all, but it is nice.

“Chay,” Kim complains, and there’s that whine again. God, it shouldn’t be as hot as it is. It really shouldn’t. Except for the fact that it means Kim is utterly and relentlessl desperate for him, which means it’s approximately the hottest thing he’s ever heard.

“I’m trying,” Chay says, except he isn’t actually trying at all. He manages to pull his hands away from Kim long enough that he can open up his pants and kick them down his legs, while also trying to divest Kim of his own clothes, and somehow that ends up with both of them in a tangled the floor. Chay isn’t sure how that happened but there’s a dull ache in his shoulder and hip telling him that gravity was involved.

Kim, straddling Chay’s thighs in an instant, doesn’t seem to mind the position change. In fact he takes full advantage, throwing himself on top of Chay and kissing him absolutely breathless. CHay isn’t complaining, that’s for damn sure.

“I need you ti fuck me right now,” Kim demands.

“Yes. Yes yes yes.” Chay scrabbles on the floor, hoping for lube to magically appear when he needs it most. Unfortunately it does not. He makes a mental not to hide lube fucking everywhere later, just likekim has guns and knives hidden in all the nooks and crannies around his apartment, that way they can both be prepared for anything. Bc chay wants nothing more than to fuck kim on every available surface, please and thank you.

Today that apparently includes the floor, and honestly? Chay isn’t hating it.

“Lube, P’Kim, we need lube.” No way he’s going to fuck him dry. Because again. Gentleman. COnsiderate lover. All of that.

Except Kim makes a noise like—like—chay doesn’t know what it’s like. It’s high pitched and maybe kind of worried? And he’s reaching back between his legs, and his brows are drawn together as he scrunches his nose up in that cute way he does, and lips are parted so sweetly, and—

Before CHy can kiss him about it, Kim pulls his hand back, his fingers glistening with something that looks a hell of a lot like lube, except for the fact that they have no lube, as previously established.

“I think maybe we don’t?” he says. His voice, normally rough and deep, goes somewhere high and unfamiliar.

What the fuck, Chay thinks.

“What the fuck,” he says out loud. Kim’s eyes are wide and wild and is laugh is a little bit hysterical. Chay should probably worry about that. Try to calm him down maybe. Except he’s also read about this? “Let me just—” he wiggles his hand beneath Kim, brushes his fingers against his hole, and—yep, he’s definitely slick with something.

“What the fuck,” Kim echoes, still staring at his fingers.

He suddenly remembers the florist telling him, Don’t forget plenty of water. He’s going to die, actually. They’ve been sex pollened. Pollinated? Yeah, that. And fuck, she knew, she had to know, that’swhy she smirked and laughed and told him to drink water, because she knew things were going to get wet and fucking messy.

God, Chay can’t even be mad about it because—because it’s Kim, and he is wet, and Chay desperately wants to make a mess of both of them.

Kim shouts when Chay throws him back onto the ground, pinning him on his back. He made sure to pull a blanket down first (Gentleman!!) so Kim wouldn’t be bare on the cold wood floor. Then he grabs Kim’s legs behind his knees and forces his thighs to his chest, he’s vaguely aware of Kim’s hands slapping the ground, but then he’s thoroughly distracted by burying his tongue in the nectar-sweet slick dripping from Kim’s hole.

“Chay!” Kim cries, equal parts indignant and hopelessly turned on. HIs thighs clamp down around Chay’s head and do absolutely nothing to deter him. In fact, Chay elects to ignore him entirely, digging his fingers into Kim’s thighs and licking into him with fervor.

Deliriously, he thinks, finally, all those smut fics are good for something. He’s never been more prepared for something in his life.

“You taste so sweet, P’Kim,” Chay says when he finally comes up for air, what could be minutes or hours later.

“You’re so fucking weird,” kim pants. His face is flushed, all the way down his chest, and his eyes are glassy. It’s the most beautiful CHay has ever seen him, and all Chay can think is, I did that.

Well, the flowers—the fucking sex pollen—did that, but Chay helped!

Chay shoves Kim’s legs open again, because they’re still crushing him a little bit, and crawls his way backup Kim’s body, where he greets him with a deep, wet kiss. Chay is covered in that sweet slick from nose to chin and Kim makes a face at it, mumbling, “Gross,” but does nothing to resist Chay’s kiss. Sucks on his glistening bottom lip, even, and his tongue, chasing the sweet taste of himself. It’s probably just because of the pollen clouding his judgment. Probably.

“I could eat you out for days, P’Kim,” Chay says, just to be sure, “So sweet for me.”

“Fuck.” That’s all Kim says. No agreement or refusal, absolutely not aligning himself with either side of that spectrum, and refusing to meet Chay’s eyes for fear he’ll see an answer there. That’s okay. Chay knows they’re definitely going to do it again, if only so Kim can have the chance to… properly decide for himself whether he likes it, or not, without the pollen making his brain fuzzy.

“Can I still fuck you, P’Kim?” Chay asks, sweet as anything. (Gentle. Man.)

“Finally, yes, please, if you’re done teasing me.”

“I’m not.” Not even close. Teasing Kim into a shuddering, pathetic mess is going to become one of the greatest achievements of Chay’s life, up there with Getting His Idol to Tutor Him, and Getting Into University. “I’ll make it good for you, though, promise.”

Really, it’s more of a threat. Chay makes himself comfortable in their little nest on the floor—he blindly reaches up and pulls a few pillows off the bed, one for him to sit on and another to shove under Kim’s hips, popping him up and putting him on display even more than he already is—and gets to work. Circles his thumb around Kim’s glistening rim, lightly at first, waiting until Kim’s breaths stop hitching and he takes a deep inhale, and then Chay dips the digit into him. Up to the first knuckle, nice and slow, and then deeper, until it’s all the way inside and the rest of his fingers lay flat against his cheek. Chay pulses it in and out a few times, nice and shallow, before he pulls all the way out and replaces it with his foreigner. A minute later he slides in the middle one, as well, and Kim keens sweetly for him.

#cookie writes #kimchay #copy-pasted directly from my google docs #no editing #i got rum drunk and wrote this garbage last night #i hope you all enjoy it lmfao #I'll work on editing it into something coherent later #for now enjoy the crack <3

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virtualcarrot · 1 year

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[DE] A mouth of smoke

(obligatory homo-erotic smoking fic)

[edit : 2022/12/04]

"Hey Kim, can I have a puff?"

The words give you a brief pause before your hand finishes the trip to your mouth. After, you pocket your lighter then pick the cigarette again the time of an exhale. ''Get your own, Harry.''

''Pleaaase,'' he says, petulant like a child. A child asking for nicotine, and a child that he is not. This is a grown ass man a head taller than you whining for a smoke.

Harry's eyes are shrewd and sharp, his lower lids slanted in humour.

''No,'' you say, because it's easy and because you're curious what this all is about. He makes it so easy to indulge.

As well as a smoke, you've been denying him your full attention. The brick wall across the lot holds little of interest but it's a perfect prop for your empty stare as you puff out your daily vexations.

Harry leans close, head bent towards you, trying to catch your eyes. He's a lumbering shape over you and yet finds a way to hover non-invasively, mindful of your space.

You reward it with a side glance.

''What is it, detective?"

''I've noticed something.''

You say nothing, busy yourself with a drag that turns the ember blood red in the night. Harry watches it flare distractedly. You wait him out. He swallows before meeting your eyes again.

''The coolest people I've met are smokers.''

''Hm... And who might those be?"

"You. Tommy Le Homme. Martin Martinaise. Klaasje. Mostly you.''

His voice is breathless. You abstain from commentary on another common trait between the people he's listed.

He gathers himself back to the present and shakes his head sadly. ''But when I try smoking, I never get the same effect, you know? Can't quite get the cool factor."

''Hm hm.''

''So I've deduced that I'm not smoking the right stuff.''

''Oh, you have deduced, have you?"

You know he can hear your amusement. He puffs out his chest and plays it up for the both of you.

''I am a detective.''

And yes, you're smiling. It's small, but it's enough. He greets the sight like a wonder.

And fine. All things considered, you've had a reasonable work day today. Torso and McLaine have kept the macho posturing at a surprising low and what jokes they did were at their own expense. It's also the first time you've been able to actually appreciate the taste of a coffee break since you transferred three months ago, after Jean lost his entire cool at the break room's coffee machine and set to the task of furiously cleaning it.

You're loose and at ease. You're feeling fond. You hold out your cig.

Harry doesn't take it.

Harry doesn't take it?!

His eyes bore into yours.

"I think I should get it from the source. Just to make sure. Get maximum access to the coolness."

Your whole body clenches in want, sharp like thunder. It's a thrill, that thought. Low in your belly, desire tugs and a shudder shoots down your spine. You hide it best you can, and your best is intractable on such matters.

But you're too busy overseeing your body, and your words come in a slight stutter.

''That was... what?"

Your chipped composure appears contagious. Harry's face sags in discomfiture.

''Oh no, did I say it wrong? I thought it sounded smooth, didn't it sound smooth?''

What he sounds is deeply, painfully disappointed in himself. All the more reason to steer him back to focus.

''Detective... Harry...'' you add, because at this point whyever not. ''What is this about ?"

''I'm... I just... Kim."

There's a plea for help there. He's floundering. He needs you. You think you get it. You didn't think that he would.

You mount a rescue. That's what partners are for, after all.

''Is it shotgunning that you're looking for?" You turn towards him, smoke warm in your chest. You let it out in the space between you. The breeze pushes it vaguely in Harry 's face, whose eyes flutter briefly, and not just from the sting. ''Or is it more?''

You smudge the boundary he has so carefully respected for you. You're way too old to hold this kind of power over another, or so you had told yourself, but he sways towards you and the heat of your body as if under an invisible pull. His eyes search yours again, disbelieving, hopeful, oh so vulnerable. His voice cracks when he speaks.

''Anything. Kim, anything you want.''

It's raw. He's not playing anymore. His face has the sort of earnestness you want to squeeze. You take a puff. You could do anything. You feel powerful.

You take that power and kiss him with it.

[on AO3]

#fic : disco elysium #disco elysium #kimharry #smoking #my scrawl

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ohmthipakorn · 4 months

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bl characters i desire carnally

(in no particular order)

nobody tagged me i just kept seeing it on my dashboard and i want another excuse to say pond is hot.

palm (never let me go)

*unintelligible screeching* there are probably numerous messages in the depths of me and b's live watching sessions that are proof of me getting constantly distracted by palm while watching this show that i missed half the plot the first time around. anyway. it's about the devotion and the protection and the care. and pond. have i mentioned how hot pond is?

mork (fish upon the sky)

coming out as a mork defender. i'm sorry that confidence and being kind of an asshole looks really good on him. it's not my fault! the cheesy pick up lines make it better actually. and pond. again.

phupha (enchante)

yes out of all the aou characters i chose phupha. he is so angry and pathetic and i am deeply insane about him in every way. i need to step on him. take that as you will.

nuer (cutie pie)

guy who is so incredibly horny about the one guy who is least likely to be horny back and yet still SUCCEEDS! look at his little smirk. this should not be allowed.

king (bed friend)

obviously for obvious reasons. bed friend is the sexiest show in the world, kinguea is the sexiest dynamic ever, king is the sexiest character to ever exist. i love his open and honest gaze and how that translates into the most beautiful bedroom eyes ever put to screen.

night (last twilight)

where are my fellow night fans! there is something about mark in this role man...... me and porjai are one in the same. also i'm in love with porjai. do you guys have room in your soon-to-be relationship?

segasaki mizuki (my personal weatherman)

i hate this man....... most of the experience of watching this show was me going HOW ARE YOU SO BEAUTIFUL at my screen. perfect elegant handsome face, perfectly ridiculous and selfish and slightly unhinged and in love <3

hyeong daun (blueming)

just. when you care for and love someone so deeply it leads you to doing questionable things. guy who is so cool and popular seemingly effortlessly who would go to the ends of the earth just for the boy in front of him to even look at him. GOD!

kim junho (kissable lips)

is this show good? it's fine. is the ending satisfying? not at all. is jiwoong a hot beautiful vampire in it and therefore it cancels out anything else bad i could say about the show? of course.

if you got this far, thanks for indulging in my ridiculousness. i love to look at pretty men. tagging @petrichoraline @sparklyeyedhimbo @tenprem (i'm dragging you into this too b), and anyone else who wants to do it!!

#mint talks #tag game #except no one tagged me LMAO #i thought this was 10 characters but it's 9 and my 1am brain can't count #but compiling this list was actually harder than i thought #and b suggested i just add pond again. so pretend i did that

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calehenituse-brainrot · 2 years

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Sirmaam when are you gonna release the fwb Cale x reader?I've been waiting for it even since you announced that you'll be making one, I can't help but feel excited 💖💖💖

thank you so much for waiting omg i didn't think someone would actually wait for it.

im tagging @bomiflower because they were the one to push me to give a twist hehe lily, if u see this, i hope you're proud of me.

anyways, i did this while crying because tumblr crashed and deleted the previous draft for this. if it's bad, i blame the tears for blurring my sight.

i also want to clarify that this is based solely on my interpretation of the song being about a relationship where one of them (or perhaps all parties) are aware that what they were having is something toxic and shouldn't be continued, but sometimes things get addicting and you come back for more as if you were drugged.

WARNING : NSFW CONTENT.

Sedated

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Reader

Lord we should quit but we love it too much

— "Sedated", Hozier (2014)

Cale had never thought for a second in both his life as Kim Rok Soo and Cale Henituse, that he would ever be in an arrangement like this.

He had always been someone who chased after his earthly desires such as living as a rich slacker, but that was because it was a way for him to enjoy life without getting hurt, physically and emotionally.

A desire to enjoy something without being hurt simultaneously.

But this one. This was an indulgence that would hurt him the most.

Cale felt your legs go limp around his hips and the way your walls throbs around him. He let out a strangled moan when he came into you, squeezing your hips enough that he was sure it'd leave bruises there. He let your hips go as your legs fell to the bed, shaking uncontrollably.

The room smelled of sex and sweat, but Cale had always been able to dull them out and grasp for the smell of soap you had used earlier before coming to this room and as he leaned down to press his lips to yours, he smells the simple fragrant of perfume he had gifted you a few days ago.

He wants nothing to fill his senses but you.

Only you.

This isn't supposed to go on this long, was what his brain was saying to him as you return his kiss with a giggle, still high from your post-orgasm. He should break this kiss, lean away from you, and stop this.

But with you had always been the times Cale never listened to his brain.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging at his red hair as you hummed in the kiss. Cale placed his hand on the back of your neck, pushing you to be closer to him. He craved for your lips as if he was starving and your lips were the only thing that can save him from this insatiable hunger.

And in a way, they are.

"How do you think the others would react if they know that we do this?" You had asked him that question while laying on top of him, breasts pressed against his naked chest. Cale's hand was on your naked back, thumb brushing your flushed skin as he stared at you."It's not something I like to think often."

"Do you feel guilty? For hiding this from them?" You continued asking, hand going up to tuck a lock of Cale's red hair behind his ear. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch without shame. His hand that was on your back moved to grasp your hand to make sure it stays on his cheek before he brushes his lips against your palm, looked at you through his lashes, and asked; "Do you?"

"A bit," you answered him fully, watching as he placed kisses on your palm. "But it's our business, so I don't think there's a need for them to know. You?"

Cale closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of your hand on his face as if it were the only thing in the world that can provide him comfort. "I was the one who offered you this, so no."

He was the one to initiate this arrangement -- to meet a few times a week in an inn where their room is always cleaned and prepared for them, either to just spend a few minutes sharing kisses and spit or maybe to spend hours as you both poisoned each other that always has Cale always craving for more by the end of it.

But, why?

He hates the fact that he could not contain it - the desire to see you more, to touch you more, and to let you touch him even if it's only a brush his knuckles against yours when you stand too close.

He hates the fact that after spending a night together, you can pass by him and only say a few words to him, talking to him as if you weren't laying underneath him last night. You were so nonchalant to him. As he gave you glances throughout the day, he wished that there will be a time he will look over and see you staring at him as well, but you never did.

He wished your cheeks would flush when his hand brushed against yours just like how your cheeks had reddened when he was pleasuring you, but it never did. You'd always pull your hand away and set a distance as if you were repulsed even by the slightest touch of him.

Don't you just stand there and watch him, [Name].

Come. Come and save him from this punishment the world had placed on him.

You were confusing to him because you had acted like you did not like to be touched by him in front of the others.

When you finally let him touch you, it was in the confines of a parlor room where no one else was there. He sits on the couch as you stand in between his legs, you looking down and caressing his jaw so softly that it could be mistaken as wind. He had tilted his head upwards, russet eyes staring at you as his hands were placed on your hips, not forcing you to stay in place but simply to hold and feel you.

When you brush his hair back, Cale felt like nothing else in the world mattered.

And this feeling was confusing because he had slept with you, fucked you senseless for hours, and yet the feeling of your fingertips running along his jaw was perhaps the best feeling he had ever had the privilege to indulge in.

He was a slave to any semblance of your touch.

Was this something he should hate? Should he hate that he can crumble at any time before you if you merely touched him?

His brain was telling him that this should be something he stops doing. He needs to be wary of these new emerging feelings and not cross the boundaries that he had set for himself when he got into this arrangement with you.

But Cale chose to be deaf.

You numbed his senses by filling them with only you - your touch, your smell, the feeling of your skin, and your voice and he welcomed it with open arms.

But how did the two of you start this?

Cale could not promise that he started it for humble reasons no matter how much he could modify the story.

You had come back from visiting the Naval Base in the Ubarr Territory with a grin on your flushed face. "I talked to Eric. He's really nice."

Cale could see the appeal that Eric Wheelsman had. He was the successor of Count Wheelsman and was the Chief Advisor of the Right for the Naval Base. He was clever and did not judge others from baseless rumors but how they treated him, which was why you had been so easily taken with him because he did not look down on you for your commoner background and instead trusted you with the sole reason that you were one of Cale's people.

It was pathetic for Cale when he realized he was doing to you the same thing you used to do to Eric - sending longing looks, skin flushing when talking together, becoming flustered just at the mention of his name, and becoming a mess at just by the slightest brush of knuckles, accidental or not. He had seen you do all of those to Eric and at the time, he shook his head and smiled in amusement.

But now that he had somehow ended up at the same spot you had once been in, all he does is experience withdrawals that felt like Hell on Earth.

He was addicted to you while for you, it was just a little bit of rush.

He was perhaps something you can let go of at any time - something you used to distract and sedate yourself for momentary bliss.

And in no way does Cale would ever hate you for it.

Back then, Cale had asked Eric what he thought of you and about the thought of starting a relationship, but Eric had been polite in refusing because he could not look at you in that way, which completely crushed your ego to the point that you stayed in your room all day, only allowing Cale to visit you at night.

"Are your feelings that deep for him?" Cale had asked you, sitting beside you on your bed.

You seemed to think before answering and it surprised Cale that you had to think about your own feelings for a moment. You then provided an answer with a bashful grin, "I don't think so, no."

"Then?" Cale was intrigued.

"I think instead of love, all I ever wanted was some sort of validation," you answered him. "That I'm attractive -- desirable, as in sexually."

For a moment, Cale was taken aback at how blunt you had been but then again, you had always been so honest as a woman from this period to the point anyone listening in would have a whiplash.

As he thought about your words, Cale thought that your feelings were understandable. To want to be thought of as sexually appealing was something he wasn't very familiar with, but he does know that it was something some people think of at least once in their lifetime.

"Then? Is there any way you're planning to do to solve that problem?" Cale asked. "I'm sure you're more than aware that a lot of people find you appealing."

"I'm probably going to go to a pub," you told him, standing up from the bed and running a hand through your hair. "Maybe I'll find a man that won't mind sharing a bed with me."

Cale had thought how the culture of one nightstands will always exist no matter which universe he was in. "With a stranger, [Name]? Are you sure?"

"Well, do you have anyone else in mind?"

It was just an offer for a friend.

It was better than having you share your bed with a stranger.

It was better than letting you make it into a habit.

"What about me?" He asked you, his ears beginning to get red and he tries his best to keep his voice flat. "Have you ever thought about sharing your bed with me?"

That was how the two of you ended up like this again, with your back pressed to his chest while he's pressing kisses to your neck, one of his hands raising your leg before pushing his cock into your warm, slippery cunt.

He hears you let out a melodious sigh that only he has the privilege of hearing - he makes sure of it - when he slipped into you. You turn your head to him, kissing him while murmuring something along the lines of "'s good" and "deeper" against his lips. You whispered something when he began to move his hips, Cale silencing your moans by swallowing them along with your spit.

"Keep them up," he murmured to you, squeezing your thigh before he moves his hand to your clit, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. You let out a whine, moving your head away from him and instead buried your face in the pillow by your head.

"Ahh, hahh."

Cale kissed your neck, thinking of all the time you had so easily pushed him away even though the two of you had chosen each other as an escape - that your teeth and lungs were lined with the scum of the sin of this arrangement. This wasn't right and surely people will judge the two of you if they ever find out, but Cale knew he couldn't let you go just yet.

"Eric, please-"

Cale closed his eyes, biting harshly on your neck upon hearing that name fall from your lips instead of his, reminding him that despite having agreed to give your body to him, you never once promised to give your heart.

It had never been about him using you - he allowed himself to be used by you, to help you forget with the hope that maybe you'd feel the things he feels for you, too.

That one day, you'd crave for him just as much as he craves for you.

"My name, [Name]," Cale pleaded to you, quickening the pace of his hips.

"C-Cale," you sighed, "Please, faster."

He did what you asked for, because who is he to refuse you?

When you writhe in his hold and sob in pleasure, he only held you close and remind you again and again,

"Only I can do this to you."

"Think of me."

"Say my name. Please."

He hoped that with this, maybe the day this bitterness of unrequited love disappear will come sooner.

But for now, Cale was nursing on a poison that never stung.

#cale henituse x reader #trash of the count's family #cale henituse smut #totcf #cale henituse #tcf cale #lout of the count’s family #x reader #lout of count's family

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ricardian-werewolf · 9 months

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A princess lost to the sands of time.

This post is purely indulgent about my whole-cloth original character, Cecily-Anne Plantagenet, daughter of Richard, Duke of Gloucester, and Anne Neville, Duchess of Gloucester.

(Cecily-Anne, played by Kate Beckinsale in Cold Comfort Farm) Born in 1473, the twin of Edward of Middleham, Cecily's early childhood was a remarkably undisturbed and peaceful one. She grew up in Middleham for a large portion of her childhood, and was raised similar to her mother, Anne Neville, was. Baptised a few days after her birth for her nameday, She was christened Cecily-Anne, for her maternal and paternal grandmothers, Cecily Neville, Duchess of York, and Anne for Anne's own mother of Anne Beauchamp. Cecily-Anne became especially close to her half sister Kathryn, who was roughly a year or two her senior, and their similarities in dress and style proved sometimes difficult for their head nursemaid, Mistress Burgh, to figure out who was who! When Richard took the throne in 1483, things changed rapidly. Unlike Edward, who did not attend the coronation, Cecily did, and sat amongst the audience. Due to the fact that the Princess of Wales is only a marital title, she was simply known formally as Princess Cecily-Anne.

Edward's death in early 1484 rocked the Gloucester household to its core, and Cecily, like her mother, grew ill with grief, which only worsened with the death of Anne Neville in 1485. Cecily, just months shy of her 12th birthday, followed her father to Bosworth field - something that is wholly historically inaccurate but relevant thematically for what comes after. The Historical record the tudors wrote in the wake of Redmore Plain/Bosworth Field, claims that Cecily was taken under Tudor custody, died in captivity in the tower and her name was written from the Plantagenet history like her parents and siblings. What actually follows this is of my own idea: Kim Newman (of Anno Dracula) put forth the idea of Richard III as a vampire - why not, the biggest villain in all of English literary canon as a bloodsucking monster? the Tudor propaganda machine would have a field day.

I didn't buy it. I wanted to honor what Richard really was at his core and would have done if offered vampirism not from a mercenary choosing to fight alongside him at Bosworth - which alongside the whole idea of Richard as a bloodsucking monster, lends credence to the argument of "my kingdom for a horse." Richard, the coward. Instead, I made Anne Neville the vampiric parasite of a stripe that can be traced to tuberculosis, which in historical records across Europe and America, was linked to vampiric scares. And in a Pre-protestant reformation world, as well as the dissolution, Catholicism and vampirism would not be well-entwined at all. Richard, at Bosworth, died with the vampiric infection in his blood, harbored for months from when Anne was still alive, and at the point which he laid with her in the months prior to his discovery of her illness. Edward's appendicitis was also dead with the vampiric blood of his mother in his system, a reclusive part of his DNA that went from dormant to active as he died. Cecily did not die with the vampiric blood in her system - she was turned by Richard in 1491, after he, Anne, Edward and Cecily had fled to Margaret's court at Burgundy, which gave them open sanctuary from the maelstrom of Tudor's breakdown of all things related to Richard's reign. Johnny and Kathryn came to Burgundy along with George of Clarence's children, who were kept safe under Richard's careful watch. From there, Cecily and her family played a waiting game that lasted from 1485 until 1838, when in this universe, an england reigned by Queen Victoria and her Prime Minister, Lord Melbourne, set their sights on the elder princess, and Melbourne moved to seize her as a bargaining chip to disrupt Richard's laid plans of a Plantagenet overthrow. She has not been seen or heard from since. Her parents still hold out hope that this is just a temporary kidnapping, but if Lord Melbourne is the one behind it, then hope is a thing loath to be spare.

#harriet rambles #the evils of darkness research #richard iii #original character #Cecily-Anne my beloved #the sunne in splendour #sunne in splendour au #rufus sewell #alternate wars of the roses #vampires #vampire au

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BTS BOTW AU OMG WHAT??? pls share with the class immediately

LMFAODJFNKD it's honestly not even that interesting

back in 2019, i was writing for taegi week and the last day was a free day, and at the time i was still in my baby revalinker phase so i decided i wanted to write the most self-indulgent bts x botw au in which bts members took the places of botw characters. i actually had a tumblr post drafted to talk about this, but i guess we'll talk about it here now! in the case you are familiar with bts while also being a botw player, this could be of some interest to you.

i never actually got very far in writing it out (because i was 15 and school was beating my ass), but after reviewing the two unfinished drafts and the conceptual outlining style i do on every post, i remembered that i planned to rewrite the mount lanayru-calamity awakening memory with bts members as well as putting the revalink dynamic in there

please don't laugh i was 15 when i wrote this LMFAODJFKFJKD i don't plan on showing you what the unfinished drafts look like because like i said, i never got very far in writing them so there's nothing of interest to really note in either of those

as you can from the pic, i wrote V/taehyung as revali and SUGA/yoongi as link. looking back on it now, i probably would not have chosen yoongi as link and i should have written taehyung as link and yoongi as revali because that makes more sense regarding their personalities, but i guess 15-year-old me was really set on that dynamic. other characters included:

RM/kim namjoon as princess zelda

park jimin as mipha

jeon jungkook as baby sidon LOL

j-hope/jung hoseok as daruk

jin/kim seokjin as urbosa

and *drumroll*

bang pd as king rhoam bosphoramus hyrule ✋😩

i'm going to assume most of my mutuals and followers are probably not familiar with bts, so i'll try to give you a quick rundown!

V (or kim taehyung) is one of the group's vocalists and is one of my biases, or favorite member :> he's been my bias since 2018 when i became a bts fan! (the other one is jungkook he's the one in my pfp KJDHFHJKD) he has this show recently called 'jinny's kitchen' but i haven't watched it yet because i've been busy with school 😭 but from the clips i've seen that shit is funnyyy. SUGA (or min yoongi) is one of the rappers and he's coming out with a new album called 'D-DAY' soon + just released a song called 'people pt 2' ft. iu! the first part of 'people' on his last album was a fawking banger.

revalink had to be taehyung and yoongi because this au was originally intended to be uploaded for taehyung and yoongi (taegi)'s ship week. i definitely didn't place them as revali and link correctly, but i think know why i made it that way? there used to be this huge stereotype against yoongi that he was really mean and cold-hearted, and i was and always have been against that stereotype because bro really isn't like that. he's a soft sweet and sensitive tangerine boy fr! and making yoongi as revali wouldn't help that cause so i did what had to be done. i do think that taehyung still a relatively good fit for revali though; they be dramatic gays fr

RM (or kim namjoon) is the leader of bts, one of the rappers, and is a really smart guy. bro has an IQ of 148 and was also once one of the top 1% of students in south korea. so naturally, i made him zelda, the figurehead of the champions and the representation of the triforce of wisdom. but i was thinking about this connection more the other day when i first was writing out the post to talk about this, and i think namjoon and botw zelda actually have quite a few parallels. if anyone is interested in hearing more, please send an ask or a dm or something because i don't wanna make this post longer 😭

jimin is one of the group's vocalists and is also an incredible dancer. he had a solo debut recently with the album 'face' and title track 'like crazy' which you guys should all check out! :) but the reason why i put jimin as mipha is because he studied contemporary dance in high school and his personal style of dance tends to be very fluid and graceful, and like. do y'all see the connection lmao. mipha, being a zora in a watery domain? thus also being very fluid and graceful in her movements? TEEHEE

jungkook is the youngest member of the group another one of the vocalists and dancers, is my boyfriend and is Thee Golden Boy of K-pop and also the world. sidon being a baby pre-calamity and also everyone in general both in-game and online being obsessed with how boyfriend sidon is, as well as how polite and goofy jungkook is... i think the connection between jungkook and sidon is very clearly there LOL i also just didn't know how to include him in the story because i felt that jungkook just didn't fit into the personality of the other champions. if i had the chance to rewrite this au, i would have had jungkook as link because jungkook is so Main Character Vibes, and then taekook (taehyung and jungkook) would literally be revalink

back then, i remember having a difficult time trying to place who would be daruk and urbosa, but i think i made the right call with hoseok and jin. j-hope (or jung hoseok) is one of bts's rappers and is known as the sunshine of the group because he's just so energetic and positive, and i think that definitely matches with daruk's jovial and encouraging disposition. jin (kim seokjin) is one of the vocalists and is the eldest in the group, and as the kind of like "older brother" figure, he takes care of everyone in the group in a way that's different from how namjoon is as the leader y'know? i think urbosa fills that role for the champions because i personally think she might be the oldest of the group (daruk gives man in his 50s lowkey so i'm like hmmm) and takes care of them in a way that isn't the same as leading.

as for king rhoam bosphoramus hyrule... bang pd (or producer bang sihyuk) is the founder of the company bts is under and is the chairman of the label that bts eventually created. he is, in that sense, the "guy who made bts." he kind of has this fatherly relationship to the rest of bts, but that's where the similarities between him and king rhoam end LOL because rhoam is kind of an asshole who puts too much pressure on zelda and assembles the champions as his own tools to save the country, while bang pd is just this super chill guy who unlike other kpop ceos tends to stay out of the limelight and really just has a passion for making good music. but i thought it would be funny to emphasize a fatherly relationship between namjoon and bang pd KDJHFDKF

there's so many implied dynamics that could go here between the bts members as champions. like for one, taehyung and jimin are regarded as soulmate-besties in the bts fandom, so the implication that revali (taehyung) and mipha (jimin) are soulmate-besties is Feeding tf out of my brainworms like hell yeah. daruk and urbosa shenanigans are gonna line up perfectly with hoseok and jin's dynamic. NAMJOON (zelda) HAVING FEELINGS FOR YOONGI (link)? also lines up, these hoes have been living together for 10+ years and namjoon was practically proposing to yoongi in that one 'respect' performance.

idk.... maybe i'll come back to this, workshop it, and actually write it one day haha!

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #ask #cryiling #botw x bts #i know most of this was just me talking about why i chose certain bts members as botw characters #but idk what else to tell y'all about rewriting a scene LMAO u know how it goes down #rewriting it with bts members will probably only have a significant impact on armys tbh #also i'm looking at the outline doc again and my best idea out of this entire au #was mixing the names of the divine beasts with bt21 characters #vah ruta? i've never heard of her i only know vah chima #vah metah.... vah rajoris..... vah rumang.....#for my non-kpop/bts mutuals and followers #you are welcome to ask any questions about anything i just said i know it was a lot

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honest-kdrama-reviews · 2 years

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Review #8: Yumi's Cells (Season 1)

WARNING: THIS POST DEF CONTAINS SPOILERS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE DRAMA. (I will do my best to label spoilers, but I’m not perfect.)

With the second season announced, this drama has been showing up in front of me a lot lately. For a while, I thought it looked kind of cringe, which is why it took me so long to finally give it a chance. What made me cave in was seeing that Jinyoung from GOT7 was a part of the show. This drama came out in 2021 and is starring Ahn Bo-hyun, Kim Go-eun and Jinyoung.

Welcome to THE THIRST CORNER!!!!

I'm gonna just say it right off from the beginning, I figured I would simp over Jinyoung the most. He's someone I know, he's definitely handsome and his character (Yoo Bobby) is really sweet.

HOWEVER

Ku Woong is possibly the most attractive male lead I've ever seen. Like, the way I was instantly smitten with him? His hair is so cute, I LOVE HIS BEARD IDK WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS. Also, to be blunt, he's got some tig ol' biddies and I am a FAN. He's so strong yet gentle. I love the gentle giant type idk.

He's also not just physically attractive (100% my ideal type in this drama) his personality is just AHG. He's so smart and level headed. I'm in love with his big juicy brain. The way he does quick math? I'm in awe. But like he's also dumb? The most perfect himbo to ever exist.

Also, he looks like a real life Asahi Azumane (but Korean instead of Japanese ofc).

Like, Woong is absolutely best boy. He's not perfect, of course, but he's so sweet. I can't find any other words to describe the way he makes me feel. I just am absolutely head over heels in love with him. Would do anything for him. I feel like I could treat him better than Yumi. Just come here sweet boy. All I want is one chance.

Like?? He's too precious for this world?? (this scene had me kicking my feet and squealing like I was 14 again)

Also, as someone who isn't the best at cleaning, the fact that he genuinely enjoys cleaning and organizing is that much more attractive. He's my perfect opposite and I think we could really make it work.

Side note: I couldn't figure out where I recognized him from, but he plays Eun-gi in Her Private Life! (I thought he was also adorable in this role and got severe second male lead syndrome from him). So maybe I'm an Ahn Bo-Hyun fan. What about it?

Okay wow that was a lot. I'm just obsessed with him.

NOW LETS TALK ABOUT JINYOUNG

His character is unbelievably sweet. I love how respectful he is. (SPOILER) Like, I def could tell he had feelings for Yumi, but did his best to not make her or Woong uncomfortable. Also, Yoo Bobby deserves better, tbh. (SPOILER) His girlfriend was terrible and I hope nothing good ever happens to her.

I obviously have less to say about him because 1- he's not Woong. 2-He actually wasn't around much until the end. I'll have more to say once I watch and review season 2.

Thank you for indulging me as I gush about the love of my life Ku Woong. I feel like I can move on now. (Not move on from Woong but just like move on in the review).

I feel like this drama concept was really original. Like, the fact that different cells in our body control different things. The animation gave a really cool look into the mind of our characters without taking away from the story too much. I think, of all the cells, I loved Hunger the most . He's a cutie and I love the little tteokbokki on his head.

Lets talk female lead really quick.

I was so excited when I realized the female lead was my girl Kim Go-eun. I loved her in Goblin and was excited to see her in a bit of a more mature role.

Lets start with the things I love about Yumi :)

I love the way that she's most motivated by Love. (Thats an indirect spoiler I guess?) I find that extremely relatable and could really connect to Yumi, especially in the beginning. She works hard and is diligent with whatever she's given. When she does something, she puts her entire heart into it, which I think is really admirable.

Now what I don't like :(

Especially towards the end, it became so difficult to root for Yumi. Maybe it was because I was so wrapped around Woong's finger, but she seemed to not even take him into consideration. If Woong wasn't doing things her way, then he was in the wrong. I do admit, there were mistakes Woong made along the way (SPOILER) mostly just holding too tightly to his pride as a man. But Yumi just kind of did whatever she wanted. Maybe that was just me. She just let too much bother her in regards to outside influences and her relationship. I hope she's grown by Season 2.

The ending gave me 25/21 flashbacks(iykyk). It didn't feel right. It felt like it was just because they wanted a more "realistic" ending and didn't even bother to look at character development. Or even want to put in the work to develop the characters. I was so distressed by the ending that I literally put my head down on my desk and cried for a while. I can't imagine finishing this drama and not knowing there was a second season. Props to all of you that had to endure this long.

In regards to the OST, I actually really like it. The only artist I recognize is J.UNA as well as DOYOUNG. But I think the soundtrack really did well to set the mood. It's also just nice background music for life, which means its a good OST in my opinion!

I'm hopeful that season 2 will be just as good if not better. This drama made me laugh, cry, scream, swoon, and everything else in-between. That's something I like in whatever media I'm consuming, whether it be a kdrama or a marvel movie.

Rating for this drama: 9/10 (It has inserted itself into my kdrama top 20)

Reminder that these are simply my opinions. If this is your favorite drama, I don’t mean to offend you. Feel free to put what you loved/didn’t love in the comments. Just be kind and remember that everyone like different dramas. Also please be nice to me, I am but a normal person. :)

#yumis cells #kim goeun #kdrama #korean actor #korean drama #kdrama review #tvn drama #ahn bo hyun #jinyoung #jinyoung got7 #yumis cells 1 #park ji hyun #choi minho

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throwaway0613 · 7 months

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Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

M/MF/M

Fandom:

방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Relationships:

Jeon Jungkook/Park JiminKim Taehyung | V & Park Jimin

Characters:

Jeon JungkookKim Taehyung | VPark Jimin (BTS)Kim Seokjin | Jin

Additional Tags:

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Language:

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Published:2023-04-23Updated:2023-07-05Words:39,769Chapters:2/5Comments:133Kudos:1,046Bookmarks:443Hits:27,894

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Summary:

“just hurry up and tell me, jimin-ah. i don’t have all day.”

uttering a curse to himself, jimin decides it’s best to just get it over with.

so he blurts, “i need you to teach me how — how to have sex.”

at first, there’s only a rigid silence blanketing the air.

or;

in order to impress his crush, jimin turns to his favorite hyung and well-known bachelor, jeongguk. he needs jeongguk to teach him how to have sex.

as expected, things get more complicated.

Notes:

hi guys!

before you read:

this is based off of a twitter thread of mine that i revamped/rewrote.

jimin does have small breasts and a vagina in this fic, but he is not considered trans. just in case, i tagged it AFAB and boy pussy. i'm still learning the technicalities of it all.

also, this is unbeta'd so please forgive any mistakes.

the anticipated update will be early-mid july.

anyways, please enjoy :)

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Chapter 1: one.

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jimin is desperate to lose his virginity.

being nineteen years old, he thought he’d have gathered his fair share of sexual experiences by now.

things haven’t got exactly to plan, though. instead, he’s been stuck with the short end of the stick. he can’t go on like this, getting off to the wickedly lustful and unrealistic scenarios that repeat behind his eyelids each night due to the absence of a warm body next to him.

especially because of his huge crush on one of the seniors, taehyung.

he’s in jimin’s literature class, all curly hair and long legs with the brightest smile. just thinking about the way taehyung’s brown eyes light up when jimin’s brave enough to initiate a conversation makes his cheeks burn.

even if they casually flirt with small touches and hushed whispers about whatever crosses their minds as they sit in the back of the classroom, even if there really is a palpable sexual tension between them, he is terrified of it going any further.

mostly, jimin fears that if he ever got the chance to hook up with taehyung, it would be painfully obvious that he’s never done anything like it before.

he has only indulged in a few excessively long pecks on the lips, maybe a slight hint of tongue that he can remember. but never second base, never escalating to touching down there. and sure, over the years jimin has watched his fair share of porn, but actually having sex is completely different and he doesn’t want to appear to be a fumbling amateur. he couldn’t bear the thought of taehyung taking him to bed only to be visibly disappointed by his inept sex skills killing the mood and any future of a relationship.

within a few days of having to consider unfavorable solution after another to his secret problem, a brilliant idea comes to him as he’s doing homework at his desk.

his brother seokjin and best friend, jeongguk, have been laughing and cursing obnoxiously for the past two hours while they play whatever new video game that was just released; sounds jimin has had to drown out with the help of his airpods.

it dawned on him.

jimin has had a sex god in his house this whole time.

jeongguk.

jeongguk was one of the most popular guys at the university, a well-known bachelor.

he's notorious for being the type that allows one hookup per person, boys and girls alike. he doesn’t pursue relationships. he acts cool and collected at all times, even when old flames would get attached to him after their rumored (amazing) experience and beg him for a date, or at least a second fuck that he consistently and politely declines.

case in point, he’s the perfect candidate for jimin to learn about sex from.

once he hears jeongguk’s deep voice traveling down the hall ten minutes later as he begins to leave, jimin is presented with the opportunity to pounce.

he’s not going to get any closer to impressing taehyung just complacently sitting around.

it may be a bit weird that he’s jeongguk’s best friend’s younger brother, an introverted sophomore with no experience but jimin doesn’t think of himself as ugly.

he’ll be cool. he can be cool. maybe jeongguk won’t completely laugh in his face. and it may take some begging, but he has to try.

“jeonggukie-hyung,” jimin calls, stumbling out of his room to catch up with jeongguk who is already nearing the stairs, “can i talk to you for a second?”

glancing over his shoulder with an inquisitive brow, a smile breaks out over jeongguk’s face upon seeing the younger scurrying toward him.

“hey tiny,” he beams, “what’s up?”

sometimes, jimin forgets how gigantic jeongguk is until he’s standing right next to him. in reality, jimin knows he’s only a few inches or more taller than him, but jeongguk is big everywhere, thick and broad with defined muscles.

he’s the textbook definition of handsome: sharp cheekbones, pierced lip and brow, and tattoos covering the entirety of his toned arms.

suddenly, this feels much more intimidating. fiddling with his sweater, jimin’s eyes stray to jeongguk’s boots in hesitation. doubts begin to cloud his mind, uncertain if this was actually a good idea. jeongguk has been like a second older brother to him since he was fourteen.

“um,” jimin says, trying his best not to stutter, “i need to ask a favor of you. a really big one.”

whether jeongguk accepts or rejects his proposal, jimin hopes their relationship doesn't change for the worse.

“why do you look so nervous?” he chuckles, eyes narrowing in concern after a beat, “did something bad happen? is someone messing with you?”

his concerned response is exactly why jimin doesn’t need to be nervous, yet he is anyway, his pulse hammering away in his chest as jeongguk takes a step closer into his space. it's just jeongguk, jimin reminds himself, the same guy he's seen nearly every day for the past five years.

although now, jimin battles the distraction that is his hyung's signature, amber cologne.

“what? — no, it’s not that,” jimin scratches the back of his neck, reluctantly pulling his gaze to meet jeongguk’s, “i need your help. i need you to teach me… ah — how do i say this?”

“teach you?” he interjects, “are you failing your classes? i thought you were a straight A student.”

jimin groans internally.

why does jeongguk have to be so himself when jimin is already struggling to find the words to politely ask him to teach him how to fuck?

“no! i mean i am but just — stop. you’re not going to guess it.” he tacks on nervously.

“okay, okay, sorry,” jeongguk sighs in defeat, leaning up against the wall, “but just tell me. whatever it is, i’m sure i could help.”

jimin clears his throat, a blush rising. he can’t believe he’s really a foot away from jeongguk, about to ask him something like this. if jeongguk rejects him, he will have to hole up in his room wallowing in his horny shame for at least a few days.

“i need you to help teach me…” jimin squeezes his eyes shut as he quickly whispers the next words, “how to have sex.”

a pause.

“why are you whispering?" jeongguk asks dumbly, "i can’t hear you.”

he huffs, annoyed and flustered. he tugs jeongguk down to his height with a, “don’t be so loud!”

jeongguk rolls his eyes but relents in a quieter tone, “just hurry up and tell me, jimin-ah. i don’t have all day.”

uttering a curse to himself, jimin decides it’s best to just get it over with.

so he blurts, “i need you to teach me how — how to have sex .”

at first, there’s only a rigid silence blanketing the air.

slowly pulling back with wide doe eyes and shocked parted lips, jeongguk stares at him as if he’s grown two heads.

“come again?”

jimin smacks him hard on the bicep, which jeongguk responds with a sarcastic hiss as he cradles his “wounded” arm.

“i’m serious,” he pleads pathetically, “you heard me. i need you to — help me learn. please?”

jeongguk huffs incredulously, “why would you ask me something like that? no guys your age available? also, did you forget i’m friends with seokjin? your brother.”

“hyung,” jimin whines petulantly, “you’re just so experienced and i need someone like that to teach me how to impress my crush. pretty please?”

as jeongguk stared down at the small, silver-haired boy, he allowed jimin’s words to sink in. peering up with his plump lips pouted, puppy dog eyes activated, along with the batting of eyelashes for emphasis, jimin whines in his throat.

ashamedly, jeongguk’s dick twitched in his pants at the younger's request. being his best friend’s little brother, he strictly tried to view jimin as off-limits. honestly, it was a difficult process coming to that decision because he’s born witness to jimin filling out nicely, growing into and embracing his curvy figure that prompted the younger to wear items accentuating his thick hips and thighs. hastily, he would tear his eyes away from the image of jimin’s perky ass peeking from his skirts. when that no longer worked, jeongguk resorted to physically shaking his head or leaving the room altogether to squash the temptation of the resulting lustful thoughts.

and now here was the same, forbidden boy, the boy he’s known for years, and has assumed jimin was too pure, not ready or interested; let alone having sex on his radar, offering himself up to jeongguk on a silver platter and begging him to teach him.

he must be dreaming.

“you’re insane.” jeongguk concludes, deadpan as he crosses his arms over his chest.

then, there’s another sulky tug on jeongguk's folded arm.

“come on, i’ll do anything you ask in return?” jimin adds, “laundry? cleaning? i’ll even beg on my knees if you want.”

although he liked the sound of it, he didn’t want to appear too indulgent, too quickly. if he did this, it would have to be a secret. seokjin could never find out. if he's not careful, if they're not careful, things could go very wrong.

after a few more seconds mulling it over and trying to ignore the way blood continues rushing south as he stares at the pretty boy, jeongguk throws caution to the wind.

he huffs, lamenting, “fine, i’ll help you. just don’t tell anyone. we can't have seokjin finding out. got it?”

as jimin squealed and jumped with excitement, and after awkwardly hugging jeongguk, he added, “of course! thank you thank you thank you. you’re the best, hyung!”

he rolled his eyes but thought: this might be fun.

a lot of fun.

if anyone could show him the pleasures of sex, jeongguk would definitely be the man for the job.

✧

to say that jimin was a contradicting ball of eager, anxious energy about jeongguk accepting his proposal would be an understatement. since that afternoon, he had been anticipating their first lesson, his stomach erupting with a flurry of butterflies every time he thought about it.

it meant that he was one step closer to losing his virginity, which meant one step closer to blowing taehyung’s mind when they finally, hopefully, hooked up.

so when he got a text from jeongguk inviting him over to his apartment this weekend, jimin agreed, responding with his consent within a minute.

today was saturday, which meant seokjin was at the gym and then would head to his girlfriend’s house for the rest of the night. his parents would do whatever they do, jimin doesn’t really pay attention. they’re around, but both work so much that he usually only sees them for dinner. so, when jimin tells them he’s going out with friends, they don’t bat an eye.

the reality of the situation doesn't hit jimin until he's already standing at his doorstep and jeongguk opens the door in a tank top and gray sweats, the same familiar and charming smile plastered across his face.

“hey jimin-ah, come in,” he greets, stepping aside to let the younger one pass him.

jeongguk has only had his own place for about a few months now and jimin is shocked by how clean and well-decorated everything is. it smells just like jeongguk, with some traces of fresh linen from what jimin assumes is from him doing a load of laundry.

it’s more put together than he expected.

“wow, nice place,” jimin observes, still distracted by the kept state of the apartment for a college student; pleased with the fact that jeongguk had nice furniture, a flat-screen television, and a sufficiently sized, open kitchen.

jimin was aware jeongguk made good money on the side by apprenticing at a tattoo shop while he finished his graphic design classes but jimin is glad to know it seems to have paid off.

“thanks, it’s still pretty new so i haven’t had time to mess it up yet,” jeongguk laughs.

jimin giggles, trying to hide his nerves about the fact that his hyung is about to give him his first lesson. as their voices die down and jeongguk shuts the door behind him, an awkward tension settles in the air.

“do you want something to drink?” jeongguk quips, sensing jimin’s nerves, “i’ve got some water, tea, soda?”

“um — just water is good, thanks hyung,” he responds politely.

jeongguk nods, subtly imploring jimin to follow him to the kitchen with a quick wave of his hand.

“so,” jeongguk clears his throat, grabbing a glass of water for jimin, “tell me about this guy you’re trying to impress. does he go to our university? do i know him?”

“i don’t think you do,” he answers, leaning his hip on the side of the counter.

“okay, well is he older?” jeongguk pries as he sets the full glass down in front of him, “what’s his name?”

“really, hyung? now you’re interrogating me?” jimin says, a cheeky deflection.

it’s embarrassing enough to be here in this situation as a sad virgin. he doesn’t want to fawn over his crush or indulge in all the details of who it is. it would feel weird. plus, he doesn’t want to give jeongguk a reason to go around trying to find out if taehyung measures up to his standards.

“just trying to understand this, is all,” jeongguk explains, uncharacteristically serious, “i’ve never even heard you talk about a guy before, having a crush, so i’m curious.”

“i know,” jimin sighs, “the crushes i’ve had before haven’t really been this strong, i guess. but now — i really think this one could turn into something and i wanna be… prepared.”

jeongguk breathes a laugh at the pink hue staining jimin’s cheeks, nodding his head curtly at the younger’s answer.

“you’re so cute, min,” he ruffles his hair, “i get it, i do. shall we start then? we can go to my room if you want and talk about things.”

jimin grabs the glass, chugging the water in one go.

“sure, let’s go.”

✧

once they’re in jeongguk’s room, jimin takes a timid seat on the edge of his spacious bed. jeongguk stays standing, stopping a foot away from jimin.

“first things first,” he begins, clapping his hands together, “we will start with something light, just touching. i’ll teach you what to do, maybe how to give a hand job today? how does that sound?”

suddenly, his heart stutters. his hand is going to be on jeongguk’s dick in the next few minutes. okay, cool.

he gulps, nodding rapidly.

jeongguk gives him a reassuring smile before adding, “if we do something and you don’t like it or don’t feel comfortable, we can stop."

he takes a seat next to jimin on the bed, thighs brushing together, "or if you change your mind and want to do something else, just tell me. i just want you to feel like you can tell me anything as we do this.”

his whole spiel is rather sweet. jimin's kind of endeared that he’s taking it so seriously and wants him to feel as comfortable as possible.

“can you look at me, tiny?” jeongguk asks softly, gently directing his face in his direction with a hand on jimin’s chin, “do you have any questions?”

jimin is distracted. jeongguk’s hair is still damp from a shower in some places, stray dry strands twisting into curls.

tracing the curve of his nose, his gaze lowers to where jeongguk is biting his lip and his round, brown eyes are surveying his own expression. as jeongguk gently holds his face, he notes how big and calloused they are. suddenly, he’s beginning to understand the desperation of his former partners. jeongguk is undeniably handsome.

“um — yeah,” jimin squeaks, turning his head away, “no, i don’t have any questions.”

a few moments later, jeongguk has them standing for his demonstration.

being only a few inches from one another, jimin has to crane his neck slightly to be able to see his hyung's face completely, who's studying him with a curious smile.

shifting back and forth on his feet from the silence, jimin pops his lips together as a way to say go on.

“so,” jeongguk starts with a friendly grin, “let’s say you’re with your crush. you’re kissing, things are getting heated, basically — it’s escalating.”

jimin hums, listening attentively.

“you’re going to want to touch each other. now, don’t be shy at showing him how much you want him,” jeongguk’s large hands come to rest on jimin's lanky arms, “what you wanna do is touch his chest — his arms, stuff like that.”

“oh, okay, yeah,” he agrees.

honestly, jimin never thought much about the build-up to sex, too consumed with thoughts about the actual act of penetration itself but jeongguk is right.

this is important information.

“here,” jeongguk grabs jimin’s wrists abruptly, pulling him forward.

with a surprised yelp, jimin stumbles, his forehead nearly colliding with jeongguk’s chin. underneath where his palms rest over the swell of his pecs, jimin can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, contradicting his own erratic one.

“i'll show you," jeongguk continues, guiding his limp hands and allowing his fingers to slowly map his chest through his thin tank top.

when jeongguk brings his hands to run along the hardened muscle of his abs, jimin can’t suppress the slight hitch of his breath.

“nervous?” he prompts quietly, angling his head down to assess jimin’s reaction.

“no — just keep going,” jimin presses. when he's led to caress the sinewy muscles of jeongguk’s biceps, he has to resist the urge to squeeze and knead the hardened muscles the way his brain tells him to do.

it’s exhilarating, feeling a man like this. sparks of eagerness ignite. he wants to do more.

“then what do i do?” jimin asks in a small, breathless voice.

“you could always kiss his neck while your hands get lower,” jeongguk adds, returning jimin’s hands to trace along his abs, “be a tease if you want, but not too much — unless he’s somehow into that… dragging it out shit.”

jimin regains control, curiously moving along jeongguk’s abdomen lower and lower until his fingers reach the band of his sweatpants.

“o-okay… what else?”

“put your hand here,” jeongguk grabs his palm and places it over his soft bulge through the cotton, “cup him just firm enough to get the point across. that this is what you want.”

jimin is at a loss for words from feeling the outline of his length as he’s made to grip tighter.

an electrifying zap of lust shoots straight to his core, a heavy tension settling in between his legs when realizing how thick jeongguk is even through the separating layer.

he can't make eye contact, despite his hyung's gaze burning through him. he doesn't want to give away that only fondling is having that type of effect on him, that it has him wondering what it would feel like stretching his pussy open.

a few seconds pass before jeongguk speaks up, “can i kiss you?”

what?

when jimin peers at jeongguk, he realizes how close their faces have grown.

“kiss me?”

“how do you expect him to get hard if there’s no kissing or foreplay?" jeongguk responds smoothly, "am i not teaching you how to turn a guy on? i know you haven’t had much experience with kissing either.”

before jimin can form a sassy rebuttal, jeongguk manhandles him against the nearest wall with a knee between his thighs and his palms softly cupping his cheeks.

he's forced to meet jeongguk's penetrating gaze and the air spikes with an unfamiliar tension.

it’s not that jimin doesn’t want to kiss jeongguk. rather, it's the overwhelmingly confusing fact that he does want it and is already imagining how his lip ring would feel pressed against his lips.

“it’s just a kiss, tiny,” he laughs gruffly, his knee brushing against the skin of jimin's inner thighs.

his skirt has been forcibly rucked up by their position and if jimin moves even the slightest bit, his pussy is in the perfect position to bump jeongguk’s leg.

oh fuck. what did jimin get himself into?

he's slowly being consumed by jeongguk's looming figure dwarfing him as made to fall further against the wall.

jimin's pulse echoes in his ears from the thrilling, new proximity. he tries to calm the growing and incessant lust muddying his senses by taking a subtle, deep breath.

you’re here to learn, jimin reminds himself. jeongguk is just doing what's asked of him.

“fine," he agrees, deceptively nonchalant, "teach me how to do it.”

“as we kiss, keep your hand here if you want," jeongguk pointedly looks to where jimin still has a hand on him, "explore as much as you want.”

jeongguk’s thinner lips are slotting with jimin's before he can finish squeaking out an okay.

eyes fluttering from the hot pressure of jeongguk’s mouth mixing with the slightly cool touch of his lip ring, he whimpers, fumbling to react. jeongguk tilts his chin up, forcing his mouth to open wider.

the subtle, pleasant flavor of mint from the remnants of jeongguk's toothpaste distantly registers as their lips sensually glide together.

jeongguk’s hands travel to rest on the column of his slender neck as their spit-slick kiss moves faster, wet smacking noises resounding in the quiet room. the kiss grows heavier, sloppier, desperate. it's definitely the best kiss he's ever had, but he knows he must be falling short in hyung's eyes. jimin is still as uncoordinated as ever, stuck between enjoying and adequately matching jeongguk's lead.

it's a struggle to breathe through his nose as jeongguk's tongue slips past his lips, skillfully claiming his mouth. when jimin discovers the fattened erection under his limp hand, his whine is swallowed once more by the older's ravenous mouth.

after a few more seconds of him trying to reciprocate but failing to keep up the pace due to his racing thoughts, jeongguk pulls away to rest his forehead against his.

“stop thinking so much,” he scolds lightly, thumb delicately caressing jimin’s pillowy bottom lip, “and open your mouth wider — also don’t stand there like a dead fish, keep touching while you kiss.”

jimin rolls his eyes with a huff, “have any more pointers for me?”

“you wanna learn or not?" jeongguk teases, pausing when jimin's eyes dart away, "or are you feeling uncomfortable?”

“no, it’s not that,” he whispers, “i just feel so — i am clueless. it’s embarrassing.”

"practice makes perfect, little one,” jeongguk encourages, soothingly trailing his hands down the curve of his ribs, “remember, i’m not here to judge you.”

jimin hums, “okay… let’s try again.”

closing his eyes, jimin puckers his lips to start kissing again but is met with silence.

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You see familiar faces at the after-party because Yoongi had introduced you to them back when you were still living in Seoul. Some of them also knew you and Joon dated, so naturally they were curious if you’ve met up with him already. “Yeah, we did. He’s busy, so it was just a quick hi-hello-what’s up,” you tell them for the sake of indulging their curiosity. Since Yoongi couldn’t stay long, JK took over the emcee-ing and sometimes DJ-ing with Yi Jeong. He had guests cracking up when he caught Yoongi exiting and shouted “YOONGI!!!!”

The vibe of the party changed from rave to chill. The guests were now in small groups with a few drifting from one to another, and one of them was Joon. You watch him from across the room giving high-five’s to those he knew and a small bow or handshake to those he just met. You wonder if you can even manage a “hi” to him, given that he’s being his social butterfly self tonight. Your eyes scan the room for Yi Jeong or JK, hoping to say goodbye and thank you for the invitation, but they met Joon’s instead. He raises his eyebrows and his right hand does a small wave, which you knew too well as the code for “Wait for me.” You shift your eyes to the balcony then back to him, and he nods in understanding. You can’t deny the little satisfaction in the fact that your body language for each other still works.

The sliding door to the balcony opens and Joon comes in, two drinks in hand. He offers you the gin and tonic. “Have you seen JK or Yi Jeong? I wanted to say thanks before leaving,” you say as you take the drink from his hand. “You’re leaving already? Good thing I caught you then.” He takes a seat beside you on the couch. “Listen, Y/N, I’m really sorry for what happened back there at my studio. I.. I.. It didn’t go as I thought it would,” he said with a sheepish smile. “Why? How did you imagine it would go?” you ask. “You know what? Nothing. I was waiting there for you at the lobby and my mind was absolutely blank.”

You laugh at the idea that Kim Namjoon actually admitted to not have anything prepared. “You? Blank? Okay, that’s new.” You roll your eyes and laugh. “You know you’re the only who can do that to me,” Joon says softly. You shift in your seat just as he slings his left arm on the couch’s backrest. “Can we start over? I don’t want to mess up this time. Please?” He looks at you hopefully. Now that you’re looking at him with less post-breakup angst you realize that you really miss his company. How many times did you come home from work so stressed out that you almost caved into calling him just so you have someone to vent to? Joon listened to and understood you more than any of your friends - even more than Yoongi - so him not being there for you to save you from your mental breakdowns was really difficult.

The conversation flows easily from what you’ve been up to since you left Korea, to him working on Indigo, to how Yoongi managed to drag your ass to Korea, to asking each other how your families have been. “Eun-Ji is in London right now for an exchange program that her university offered,” he says when you ask about his sister. “I was planning on visiting her for a few weeks but I don’t know…I’m kinda running out of time all of a sudden.” You stay quiet for a while, debating with yourself if you should bring up his looming enlistment. “I know what you’re thinking,” he laughs. “Yeah…that, and the album I’m releasing before I go.”

The alcohol starts to kick and Joon notices this so he puts your glass away from your reach. “I’m not done yet!” you protest. “Stop it, you’re drunk. Stay here, I’ll get you a soda.” You slouch back and give him a pout. “Okay, that’s not gonna work until I’m your boyfriend again,” he winks and laughs playfully when he sees the expression on your face.

He comes back with a can of Coke and glass with ice. “Apparently, JK’s gone home and I can’t find Yi Jeong anywhere. You can just text them.” Joon looks at you while pouring the Coke to the glass. “Do you need a ride back to your hotel? I can drive you,” he volunteers. You remember the driver was just waiting for your go signal to pick you up. “Oh no, it’s okay. Yoongi hired a driver for me. I can just text him to come pick me up here.” Joon suddenly leans towards you and plants a soft kiss near the corner of your lips. “I missed you, Y/N. I thought I’d never see you again.”

It felt like the earth dropped from your feet and everything around you started spinning and you’re 100% sure it was not because of the alcohol. The way his lips felt on your cheeks, his familiar scent, the way his body leaned against you naturally - you’ve been craving this and now that you’re feeling it again, all the hurt, hesitation, and bitterness have been thrown out the window. “I’m sorry, I just -” he says, but you cut him off with a kiss straight to his lips. You feel his body tense, most probably because he was not expecting that from you. But fuck it, you think. It feels like your first kiss all over again - unsure but natural at the same time.

Joon pulls back to take a good look at you and brush the hair away from your face. He’s waiting for you to say something, anything, but words fail you already. Instead, you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer and you kiss him again, deeper this time. He, in turn, puts his hands on your waist and gently guides you to lean further back into the couch. The tip of his tongue lightly grazes your lower lip, and you open your mouth further so it slips effortlessly in. He sucks your lower lip before moving to the back of your left ear, then down to the crook of your neck, his lips never leaving your skin. Just as his hands started moving underneath your top, a crash followed by loud laughter from the party jolts both of you back to reality. You both open your eyes at the same time and laugh upon seeing the compromising position you were in. He gets off you and downs the remainder of your gin and tonic. Beads of sweat have formed on his forehead and temple. Out of instinct you wipe it off with your hand.

“You should probably be calling your driver now,” Joon says. “Hmmm-hmm,” you say as you reach for your purse. “You still know my address, right?”, he suddenly asks, making you freeze mid-way into getting your phone. “Uhm, yes? Why’d you ask?” He hesitates for a bit. “Then tell him to drop you off there.” He stands up and walks towards the sliding door. You’re not quite sure if you heard him right, but there’s something about his commanding tone that’s just… hot. The look on your face must have been enough to tell him how confused you were, because he walks back to you and leans down to level with your face. “I’ll see you at home.”

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bangtanfanficarchive · 3 years

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BTS x Y/N Movie Night Headcanons

A/N: Listen, I know I said I was going to stick to doing NSFW ABCs until I finished them all, but then I got this headcanon request and it was just so cute I had to do it right away! I hope you all really enjoy this because I had so much fun writing it.

My requests are still open so feel free to hop into my ask box if you have reaction or drabble requests you'd like me to add to my August to-do list!

Happy reading!

JIN

is very squishy on movie nights tbh

rom com type guy

isn't afraid to cry and get very into the viewing experience

movie night is a pajama party every time

cute matching jammies

at the beginning y'all always start on opposite ends of the couch with a bowl of popcorn between you

but by the end you're often squashed together under one blanket

on occasion you will end up with his head in your lap

loves when you run your fingers through his hair and will 100% fall asleep like that before you get to the end of the movie, but always tries his best to stick it out to the end

YOONGI

if you put it to him to pick the movie, he'd probably pick a classic, something incredibly schmaltzy

would do his best to indulge you with a movie night if you asked for one

but truthfully would be out cold no more than fifteen minutes in

is an undercover cuddlebug

like he would never admit that openly but as he's dozing off he'll throw an arm around your middle and nuzzle into your side

just wants to share a blankie and lay with legs knotted together on a pullout couch in front of a giant tv in a cozy living room

truthfully by halfway through you're both passed out with a half-empty bowl of m&ms spilling over the edge of the pullout

HOSEOK

action movies all the way

a very active movie watcher

one of those people who will yell at the screen as if it can hear him

isn't here to cuddle, movie watching is very serious business

sits crisscross apple sauce, bent forward in rapt attention

will occasionally watch a disney or pixar movie if you ask him really nicely, but it isn't usually his pick

your snack of choice for you and a bowl of popcorn for him

no sharing in this house

will try to bingewatch an entire series in one day/night (24-hour harry potter marathon!)

he isn't a huge cuddler during movies

but when you're ready to pass out during a bingewatch, he'll wrap you up in the afghan off the back of the couch and let you rest your head in his lap while you doze

NAMJOON

isn't really an at-home movie night type

instead, the two of you would be going to the drive-in

will suggest going to see whatever is playing that night

isn't picky when it comes to genre

y'all ever wondered "why do they have actual food at the drive-in?"

kim namjoon is the reason

this man would like a hot dog with "the works", a large drink with TWO straws, and a bag pickle, please and thank you

snuggling under a blanket on the hood of your car

i'm sure you're aware, dear reader, that aside from movie watching, the drive-in is synonymous with other acts as well

and y'all have been booted from at least one drive-in theater for other acts related reasons 👀

JIMIN

let's be honest, jimin seems like the type to have a big ol' tv in his room

and as such, y'all will be having movie nights cuddled up together in bed

scary movies

superhero movies

the occasional sweet and squishy movie a la the notebook, but those times are rare

isn't a big snacker during movies

but you'll both have a drink or two to end the day as you relax and watch your film

he finds movies and tv a good way to just turn off his brain, so it's very much an end of the day activity for the two of you, and only if you don't have a whole lot going on the next day

will let you rest your head on his chest while you watch and will only detach you once he's ready to go to sleep

honestly, movie nights are really just a good excuse for him to get in his cuddles without any sort of pretense or expectation

skinship is important to him and that's why he's so partial to movies in bed with his partner

TAEHYUNG

y'all will be going on a special corner store trip just to stock up for movie night

because when taehyung does movie night he really does movie night

y'all will be selecting no fewer than three movies each and it's a race to get them all done before sunrise

king of scary movies

he'll make it a competition to see who can make it through the most jump scares without flinching

mostly because he knows he'll win every time

the tv is overrated tbh

this boy has a wholeass projector

he will clear off an entire wall so that you can watch with the biggest image possible

will spread out a mountain of blankets and pillows (and your buffet of snacks) on the floor so that you have a comfortable little nest throughout the night

JUNGKOOK

and his taste in movies varies like the wind

one movie night it'll be a superhero flick

the next it's march of the penguins

he always gives you the option to pick, but he always seems so excited about whatever he first set his eyes on that you can't help but just go with that

jk is a 23 year old boy if ever there was one

and as such he does not own a tv

"why do i need one when i've got a perfectly good computer screen right here?"

as such, your go-to movie night set up: pillow forts

i'm talkin every blanket, pillow, sheet, and possibly even towel in the entire apartment will be put into use

a heavy comforter strung up between two chairs is the basis of your blanket tent

and then the both of you just pile inside

one practically on top of the other

attire: jammies

crowded around the little computer screen with one hand cupped over the speaker to make it just a touch louder

no snacks

just the two of your cuddled up together watching whatever it is you decide on until you finally pass out for the night

this boy is a regular snuggle bun

and will press little kisses to whatever part of your body is nearest during lulls in the movie's action

it's an absent-minded reflex at this point

and just too adorable to tell him to quit it

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untaemedqueen · 3 years

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 29.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Pre-Wedding Jitters, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Praise, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Pregnancy Kink, Wife Kink, Glazed Donut!OC

A/N: Today’s chapter is late because I’ve been busy playing New Pokemon Snap... sry. Shout out to @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia and @ppersonna because I’d be lost without them.

There are undoubtedly many events in life that make a person nervous -- your first day of high school and college, your first kiss, your first sexual experience, and for some even your first phone call you give to your doctor when you're no longer under your parents protection. But no one -- not a single person, told you how nervous your wedding day is.

Maybe it's the amount of people that are attending. Two hundred is no small number.

Or maybe it's the fact that with your belly sticking out so far you can barely see your feet makes you feel like you'll be judged.

Whatever it is, the feeling fucking sucks.

You've seen so many movies where the woman who is getting married is all laughs and smiles, giving cheers to anyone and everyone because it's her wedding day. But now, you can officially say it's bullshit.

The best part is, it isn't even today, it's tomorrow and you still are frightened to the bone at the thought.

"-And I mean, yeah. Fine. We chose the taupe napkins but who the fuck is Aubrey to say anything, y'know? Like she knows her colors… Evil witch. I swear I don't know how she passed kindergarten!"

Leena's rant drifts through your ears like a soft breeze. You haven't been paying attention for a while, if you're being honest.

"Y/N? Are you listening to me?!" Leena gawks, grabbing her glass of champagne from Taehyung's hand.

Again, you're caught up in your own mind. You play every scenario of how tomorrow will be and they all seem to be terrible ideas.

What if you trip walking down the aisle?

What if your heel snaps on the way up?

What if your water breaks in front of two hundred people?

What if-

A small square of balsamic bruschetta appears in front of your face and your eyes narrow at the piece of bread.

You feel your soon-to-be husband's fingers pushing back some stray hairs behind your ear. "Food for thought?" he quips happily.

He has not had a frown on his face in what seems like forever. You adore it, you really do. But how can he not be nervous? Your heart is practically thrumming out of your chest.

"Open," he whispers.

Reluctantly, you open your mouth for the appetizer. When he leans in, you look back down at your lap.

"I can see your heart racing through the artery in your neck," he murmurs against your ear.

His hand squeezes your knee under the table reassuringly as he pulls away.

Yoongi wants to pry, he wants to ask you what's got you so in your own head but there are a few too many people here for that.

"Noona, you're an amazing cook." Jeongguk whines, grabbing another piece of steak off the platter.

"You're actually disgusting." Jimin breathes, wrinkling his nose at the youngest's third steak.

"I need my meat, that's how I win in the ring. Gets me all big and strong." Guk beams, cutting into the large t-bone.

"That's what she said!" Hoseok and Taehyung chirp at the same time.

You watch as they high five each other with child-like smiles plastered onto their faces.

"Are you tired? Do you want to call it a night?" your fiance inquires softly, turning his whole body towards you so the rest of the room can't hear him.

You would never want to take away from the festivities. It's just that your stupid anxiety is overwhelming. Looking over at your handsome partner, your fingers intertwine with his. He's quick to kiss the back of your hand, searching your eyes for some sort of hint as to why you're so down.

"No. I'm fine. I'm sorry." you reply, giving him a small smile.

His eyes narrow at your smile and he takes a sharp breath through his teeth in confusion.

"Al...right, if you say so." he says unsurely, running your intertwined hands over your belly.

"Y/N!" Leena whines from across the table and this time you give her your full attention.

You need to try and push this anxiousness elsewhere even for a little while. You will not be a horrible host.

"Yes Beena," you inquire, leaning your chin on your hand.

"Did you hear me? Did you hear what Kim Aubrey said about my wedding planning skills?!" she screeches.

You can only snort as all eyes around the table land on you. "I don't know why you indulge her. Isn't she the one that shit her pants in chemistry when she was fifteen?"

Yoongi laughs loudly, throwing his head back and placing his hand on his chest.

"Actually yeah, she sat two rows behind me!" Namjoon chimes in with wide eyes. His nose wrinkles at the sudden memory and you don't blame him as he pushes his plate away in a sudden state of queasiness.

"So I don't suck at wedding planning?" your best friend pouts across the long table to you.

"Absolutely not." you insist, winking at her.

"This wedding is going to be the biggest event of the entire year. Maybe even the biggest event of the next ten years." Anna, Jimin's wife cheers.

Oh.

Good.

Love that.

"Well, I think we just want people to have a good time. We aren't worried about what impact it will have." Yoongi says quickly, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand to calm you down.

He's not dumb. He's figured it out by now, but he'll still want to hear it from your lips later on.

"Yeah right. 'Min Yoongi and his artistically talented fiance WOW people with their show stopping matrimony' is gonna be on the cover of Dispatch in two days." Hoseok murmurs.

"Oh yeah? And you're gonna be the one giving them the hot scoop, then?" Namjoon jeers, pointing his index finger over the lip of his glass of brandy at the handsome man.

Hobi sneers in his direction and Yoongi can only respond with a chuckle.

"My fiance is pretty show stopping." the CEO surmises, leaning back in his chair.

"Please. I'm eating. Christ." Leena groans through a mouthful of pasta.

It is nice to have so many close friends around tonight though. You hope it can distract you long enough for the nervousness brewing and bubbling inside of you to subside.

When conversations begin to break up and become between smaller groups of people, you can feel his eyes on you like a heat source.

"Little dove?" Yoongi coos softly, rubbing your distended side.

You hum to him, turning to give him your full attention.

"Tomorrow is going to be beautiful and perfect." he promises, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

"No, I know. I'm just-"

"Worried." he finishes for you and he's not surprised to see your reluctant nod of agreement.

"I know. I'm nervous too." he admits, kissing your cheek.

"You've already gotten married before," you scoff, allowing his arm to curl around your shoulders.

"Actually I was black out drunk and can't remember a single thing because I was venomously angry with the dumb bitch that ruined my life before you." he replies with a wide smile.

"Oh. Good." you reply, rolling your eyes at his playfulness.

"So this is my first real wedding too. And even though I'm nervous, I'm excited. Because then when the wedding is over and we get to our honeymoon-"

"Uh uh." you gasp, smushing your finger to his lips.

He pouts against your finger, kissing it softly. "What?" he garbles against your digit.

"We have company." you whisper fiercely.

"Didn't stop you a few days ago when you sucked my cock beneath the desk upstairs while I was on a video meeting." he deadpans, pulling your hand away from his face.

"Yoongi!" you gasp, glancing over the table who hasn't heard a single thing.

You'd like to keep it that way.

"I can't wait to fuck your little pregnant cunt as you're Mrs. Min Yoongi." he beams, kissing your temple.

You can feel your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and you can only blame the man beside you for that one.

When you smack his chest out of shame, the noise echoes throughout the room, earning attention from all of the guests.

"Abuse is not nice, Y/N. Do you want to file a lawsuit, Yoongi?" Yoona quips, sticking her tongue out at you.

The CEO chuckles, squeezing your shoulder with glee. "No, she couldn't handle my lawyers." he bubbles.

"Oh yeah, you know you aren't supposed to sleep with each other tonight, right?" Leena inquires, moving her fork between the both of you.

The cackle Yoongi gives is loud and absurd, much like your best friend's comment. "I can't do anything to her she doesn't have proof of." he banters, pointing at your large belly.

Leena scoffs, pointing down at her plate. "Again. Eating. Gross." she enunciates, pouring herself another glass of expensive champagne.

Jimin's laugh rings throughout the dining room and Yoongi knows that he's the only person who could truly understand him in that moment.

"Why do people do that dumb tradition anyway?" Jeongguk asks, finally finishing his food.

"It actually comes from arranged marriages. When people didn't know who they were marrying." Yoona informs him.

"Fuck that luck shit. That's the saying, isn't it? 'It's bad luck to see the bride' or something like that." Hoseok breathes.

"I think I'm lucky," Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin reply all at once.

Your best friend takes the opportunity to sneer at her boyfriend and you can't help but giggle at his hopeless expression. "You know I love you, baby." Taehyung coos, sliding his arm over her shoulders.

"Mhm." she drolls, rolling her eyes when both of you look at one another.

"What's for dessert?" Jeongguk asks pleasantly, tying his long black hair up into a ponytail.

"Are you serious? You're not full?" Namjoon gawks at the boxer.

"I was saving room for dessert!" he beams, looking over at you expectantly.

Jeongguk is sweet, sweeter than most younger men you've ever met. He feels something akin to a little brother to you at this point and it's wonderful to see that even if you're rich you can still have manners.

"I made just a simple cobbler, since the wedding cake tomorrow is going to be super heavy and rich." you announce.

Yoongi shoves his chair back, holding out his hand to help you up like the gentleman he is.

He watches you carefully sprinkle powdered sugar atop the dessert with warm eyes.

You don't know how difficult it's going to be walking up that aisle tomorrow, but you do know that your ankles are going to be on fire. They already are.

He picks up the ceramic dish for you, nodding to the chair for you to sit back down and your heart warms for what feels like the billionth time today.

He's such a special person.

"Yoongi is really cool these days, huh?" Jimin jeers, elbowing your fiance when he steps between him and Jeongguk to place the dessert onto the table.

"I've always been cool," he counters, nudging the younger man back

"Well…" Jeongguk and Taehyung droll at the same time.

"Whatever," the CEO breathes, rolling his eyes.

Your giggle seems to light up the room as well as Yoongi's heart. Slamming down in his chair beside you, he can't help the glee that courses through him.

He can't wait for tomorrow.

Climbing into bed, you let the mattress mold to your body and it feels like heaven to be finally laying down, your body certainly thanks you for it.

Yoongi leans against the wall, watching as you sigh happily. "I can just come to bed y'know? I don't need to stay up and hang out." he offers, padding towards you.

"No, that wouldn't be fair. It's your bachelor party. You should be able to play poker and drink." you reply, cupping your stomach.

His eyes drift over you and you can see how soft his expression is in the dim lighting. "You got out of your bachelorette party," he adds, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I have a reason. I'm pregnant." you deadpan, lifting your head to look at him.

"With my baby," he coos, stretching up the bed to lay down beside you.

"Don't get comfy." you warn him, running your fingers over his clothed chest.

"I'm not, I'll just stay until you fall asleep." he promises, kissing your forehead.

His hand drifts over your stomach and the tiny kick he feels makes his heart beat faster. "Hey, kid. How you doin' in there?" he whispers, running his thumb over the spot his son just hit.

You hum gently, letting your eyes flutter closed.

"I'm so tired but I'm so nervous." you announce in the quiet room.

Your fiance looks away from your belly to look over at you. "It's okay to be nervous, but don't let it supersede your happiness for tomorrow either."

You nod gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just have so many scenarios going through my head."

"And none of them are nice, I'm sure." he replies, booping your nose with his index finger.

Scoffing in agreement, you bury your face into his sweet smelling neck.

"I can make you cum, it might make you sleepy," he offers.

"I can't return the favor though, I'm too tired. It'll be unfair," you whine.

When he clicks his teeth, you only hold him tighter to your body.

"I don't need you to 'return the favor' when you love someone as much as I love you, you'd do anything to see them comfortable." he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"They're waiting for you downstairs." you remind him.

"Let them wait. You come first," he breathes, running the tips of his fingers over your soft inner thighs.

You whine in disagreement but your body betrays you naturally. Your legs spread wider and your breath hitches, your lips softly suckle on the thin skin of his neck waiting patiently for what he will do next.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispers, tugging the seat of your panties to the side.

He pulls away from you just far enough to be able to see how well he pleases you and he's already aroused at the sight.

Your eyes are low with lust, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. Your nipples are stiff peaks, straining against the grey silk nightgown you adorn. He can see the grey fabric becoming darker with each passing second as you bead milk.

"God," he groans, parting your lower lips.

"Tomorrow when we fly to Japan, I'm gonna fuck you in every way you could possibly think of." he promises, running his middle finger through your arousal.

"H-How?" you inquire curiously, gasping when he taps the pad of his finger to your clit.

His lips part and his teeth clamp down on one of the cups of your nightgown before pulling down harshly.

You whimper at the chilly air that glides over your now exposed skin.

He lays soft, hot opened mouthed kisses to your nipple, watching your eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

"How am I going to fuck you?" he prods.

You nod fervently, capturing your index finger between your teeth.

"Well," he begins, drawing smooth, slow circles to your swelling clit, "I'll start on the red eye. I'll take you back to the bedroom and take off that pretty wedding dress you'll be wearing just for me."

"Daddy," you whimper, spreading your legs wider for more.

He hums in agreement, pulling off your underwear to free you completely before him.

"I'm gonna make sure the whole crew of my plane knows you're getting fucked by your husband. Gonna have you screaming my name while I fuck your tight little pussy with my thick cock." he avows, kissing over your shoulder.

His words send shivers up your spine and your toes curl with excitement.

"Fuck," you whimper, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Gonna hold your big belly in my hands while I fuck you from behind. Let your milk drip all over the sheets of the bed on the plane. You're gonna beg me to go harder, to fill your dirty pregnant cunt full of my cum. I'm gonna make you feel so good, you aren't even going to care that everyone can hear you calling me daddy."

Shoving two fingers inside of you, he skillfully taps the soft patch of nerves within you and your brain is already firing on all cylinders to cum for him. His thumb begins to press harder circles into your clit and when you cup your belly, his eyes roll back at the sight.

"Gonna get you to the secluded hotel and fuck you out on the balcony, in the bath tub, on the bed, anywhere I can get my hands on you. Because I need you wrapped around me. Always." he murmurs into your ear.

"Shit!" you cry out, letting your head loll back to the pillow.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises, unbuttoning his pants for relief.

The head of his cock peeks out from the lip of his briefs and you whimper at the pearl of precum that beads at the tip.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, kissing from your collarbone to your pert nipple.

When he suckles softly, your hips lift at the erotocism. He moans at the taste of your milk and his hand ghosts over his hard cock.

"Daddy," you cry out, starting to shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

Sitting up on his knees, he shoves his pants down further. He parts your legs wider and he doesn't seem to care that all of his friends are waiting patiently for him downstairs.

His cock ruts between your folds and you're ever so close to cumming with every swipe the head of his cock brushes against your clit.

"So warm," he murmurs, purchasing his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your moans begin to get louder and he knows you're so close to releasing your pleasure.

"That's it baby, you're so close." Yoongi notices, running his hands over your stomach.

"O-Oh my God!" you cry out, grabbing his hands over your belly.

"I know, little dove. Feels good, huh?" he coos.

You're so obscenely wet, that even without him being inside you he's finding himself close to his own end.

It's just you in general, you overstimulate him in ways he can barely understand.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum." you bleat, gripping his hands harder.

"Cum for me, little dove. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me." he begs, rutting his hips harder against your core.

You do as told, cumming for him with white spotted eyes and loud sobs of pleasure.

"Good girl," he praises, pulling away from your weeping pussy.

He fists his cock in hand, dragging the swollen, leaking tip over your belly. "Such a pretty woman I have beneath me. Fuck," he curses, jerking his hand faster.

Even as tiredness begins to shroud you, you want him to orgasm too. "Daddy, cum all over my belly. Want to feel your warm cum."

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, his eyes snapping to yours.

When you palm your breasts, his eyes immediately falter to them. You pinch your nipples purposefully, earning droplets of milk that stream slowly over your digits.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps loudly, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Want your cum so badly," you whimper, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

"Yeah? You want me to cum all over your belly?" he prods, feeling his balls tightening.

You nod fervently, leaving your breasts to rub circles to your distended skin.

"Fuck!" he curses, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm courses through him. His cock throbs and stutters in his hand and you hum with satisfaction when you feel his warm cum land on your belly.

"God, you're too sexy for your own good." the father of your child jeers, sitting back on the heels of his feet.

You find yourself giving a tired giggle and your eyelids slowly begin to shield your eyes from view.

"Good girl." he whispers softly, hopping off the bed to clean your stomach.

When he comes back with a wet towel, he can see that you're already fast asleep. He's happy knowing that you'll be able to sleep even if it's only for a few hours.

He can understand your worries and your fears but he wants you to be able to enjoy your wedding too.

Kissing your forehead as he cleans your belly, he sighs softly. "My wife," he breathes, closing his eyes.

"I'll be back later, my love." he promises, tossing the rag back into the bathroom.

Yoongi covers your naked body with the comforter and his heart is thudding in the recesses of his chest with joy.

Just a few more hours and you'll be legally his.

"Remind me why we're playing poker the night before your wedding instead of going out?" Taehyung asks, throwing chips into the center of the green felted table.

"Because there's no pregnant strippers around these parts," Jimin jeers, picking up his beer.

Yoongi sneers at the younger man beside him, elbowing him almost out of embarrassment.

"What? If I could go see a pregnant strip show, believe me, I would."

"We know." everyone replies, rolling their eyes.

"Last time you had a bachelor party, man, that shit was fun." the hotel CEO recalls.

"You had fun." Yoongi reminds him, ashing his cigar.

"Also, aren't you completely smitten with Leena anyway? You want her to have your baby." Namjoon prods, placing his cards down on the table.

Taehyung smirks at his comment, leaning back into his chair and slinging his arm over the lip. "Oh, I'm very happy. She's everything I could possibly want." he affirms, smiling to himself.

"Then why do you want to go to a strip club?" Hoseok adds, throwing chips onto the table.

"Because I like tits. Jesus Christ, just crucify me why don't you!" Tae replies appalled.

Yoongi snorts loudly, clamping his teeth down on his cigar.

He wonders if you're okay, if you've woken up in the past few hours due to his son being so active.

His fingers flex uncomfortably and he's still surprised how much his life has changed in such a small amount of time. He's gone from being a violent, sadistic, narcissistic asshole to being a needy, loving and adoring man. And that's all thanks to you.

You've completely changed the pattern of his DNA and he could never appreciate you as much as you deserve.

"You excited for tomorrow, hyung?" Guk's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he smirks at the younger man.

"Very excited but very nervous." he admits to his group of friends.

"I remember the night of his other wedding. He was so fucking drunk he could barely stand up on his own." Jimin recalls with a laugh.

"I had to hold him up with my shoulder from behind so he didn’t fall backwards." Namjoon adds with a sharp laugh.

Yoongi smirks to himself, looking down at his pocket which holds his wallet. "Well, I'm just glad we don't have to have a repeat of that horrible day again."

"You got lucky dude, not many people find their soulmate when they were an asshole like you were." Hoseok says, pointing at the Kisung CEO.

His sneer is terrifying but probably only to himself as the other men laugh at Hobi's words.

"Y/N completely made him do a 180." Joon concurs.

"I like Y/N noona a lot. She fits in well and she's always optimistic and sweet. We needed someone like her in our lives." Guk beams and your soon-to-be husband seems to glow in their praise.

He loves hearing his friends talk so highly of you. He loves knowing that you're loved for being yourself, especially because you don't know it very often.

He can remember when he first met you, in the back of Seokjin's club. You were sweet and kind but a smart ass and cheeky at the same time. You intrigued him on so many levels and he can remember how badly he wanted to destroy you. But he never would have expected to fall in love with you as earnestly as he has.

And he wouldn't change it for anything in the universe.

"Leena has been putting in so much work for this wedding, you would think it's hers." Taehyung laughs, pulling Yoongi out of his reverie.

"And when are you getting married to her then?" the Kisung CEO inquires, ashing his cigar.

The question seems to stupify the handsome hotel owner, he stutters and shifts awkwardly in his seat trying to reply to the sudden question.

"Jesus, you broke him!" Jimin laughs, clapping his best friend on the back.

Taehyung's cheeks burn bright red and his hand immediately cups the back of his neck out of embarrassment. "I mean I bought a ring. I just haven't thought of anything romantic to y'know… ask her."

Beer goes flying out of Jimin's mouth and the sneer Yoongi gives makes him want to die on the spot.

"Jimin. You're paying for the new felt, you fucking animal." Yoongi gripes, watching Namjoon and Hoseok heartily laugh at the younger man.

"That'll be great! Leena noona is really nice!" Jeongguk cheers, hugging Taehyung happily.

"Thanks…" Tae breathes embarrassed.

Yoongi winks at him and he isn't surprised in the slightest, he knows just how smitten the man is with your best friend.

"Yoongi?"

The voice is gentle and tired. In an instant he's burning out his cigar and waving the smoke away.

"Yeah, baby?" he calls to you, disregarding the others in the library.

"Just checking to see if you were all still here," you murmur, stepping into the library doorway.

You're beautiful in the dim glow of the library's lights and the smile that spreads over his face is heart shatteringly perfect.

"Still here." he beams, padding over to you.

"Okay." you bleat, rubbing your sleep hooded eyes.

"What're you doing up, my dove? You must be so tired." he inquires, pushing hair back behind your ear.

"I'm thirsty. Wanted water." you chirp, pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Okay. Get your water and I'll be up in a few minutes. Alright?" he promises, tipping your chin up with his index finger.

You hum in agreement, starting to yawn.

He chuckles at your sleepy state, kissing your forehead. He pats your backside for good measure before turning to his friends that are seated around the poker table.

"I think it's time to get some rest before the big day tomorrow."

The guys hum in agreement, tossing down their cards and standing up.

"Tomorrow's gonna be great, man. I'm really happy for you." Joon whispers, patting his shoulder as he heads out first.

Yoongi can only agree with a wide smile.

Tomorrow is the start to the rest of his life. And it's perfect, just like you.

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satoruvt · 3 years

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know i’ll keep it forever

pairing → kim mingyu x reader

word count → 770

genre → fluff. just complete fluff ↳ tags: established relationship, Self Indulgent (tm), mingyu is annoying and my favorite person, cold medicine </3, mingyu being a housewife really, mentions of soup., mc is sick and mingyu is Done, crying i wish this was me rn, a single kiss, cute teasing and banter i think, anniversary shenanigans sick ver

song inspo → emerald by rini <3

warnings → none i think!!!

a/n → guys. this is actually the most self indulgent work ive ever written because its my 1 year with svt and im SICK. anyways i figured i cant do a fic for every member LOL so i decided to do mingyu because he was my very first bias in svt!!!! 1 year is a long time for me hehe so i hope this feels as special to you as it does to me... thank you for reading on such a special day <3

It takes more effort than you thought it would to swallow down the medicine (cherry flavored cold medicine because it was all the store had in stock), and you let out a weak cough when you finish, shivering at what little you could taste of it. Mingyu sighs, taking the the little plastic cup from your hand.

“Stop being dramatic,” he tells you, and you gawk at him like he’s insane.

“Dramatic?” You repeat, motioning to your sick self covered in blankets and surrounded by tissues. “I’m dying!”

Mingyu rolls his eyes but both of you are smiling. In all honesty, this isn’t the worst cold you’ve ever had - more annoying than anything else. You take a generous sip of the water Mingyu’s offered you, hoping it’ll wash away the lingering taste of alcohol and fake cherry. “I can’t believe you got sick on our anniversary,” he says as you swallow. It’s not teasing like before, more like disappointed awe. Neither of you expected your own health to get in the way of things.

You place the glass back on the bedside table, your hand moving to rest on the side of Mingyu’s face. He leans into it. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, feeling guilty. “I know you had a lot planned.”

He shakes his head, hand resting on top of yours. “It’s not your fault. Maybe we needed a night in, anyways. A sign from the gods.”

You giggle but it dissolves into a few coughs, and Mingyu looks at you with puppy dog eyes that make you want to get better immediately. But even at your most resilient, it takes a few days to get back to full health, and you know you’ll be bedridden for a while.

“You’re gonna catch whatever I have if you stay here any longer,” you tell him, moving your hand away from him. Your fever gives you cold chills and all you want is to cuddle up next to him (he’s basically a human heater anyways) but you hold yourself back, not wanting him to share your pain. “You should stay at the dorms tonight.”

“What happened to dying?”

“I’ll die alone if it means you’re safe.”

Mingyu pushes your shoulder with so little force you barely move at all, but you groan out loud like you were punched with all of his weight behind it. “I’m sick and dying,” you wail, writing under your blankets, “and this is what you do to me.”

“Sorry, baby,” Mingyu says, adjusting himself so he stops your wriggling. “Want me to kiss it better?”

You already know where he’s going with this. “Kim Mingyu,” you warn, watching his face come closer. “You will not.”

“Who’s gonna stop me?” He asks, grinning ear to ear. He only gets closer, blankets ruffling under the shift of his weight towards you. “You’re too weak.”

“If you get sick, I’m gonna have to take care of you,” you tell him like it’s a threat. You don’t try to stop him, still. “You’re more dramatic than me, and I’m gonna have to baby you for a week.”

Mingyu shrugs, not bothering to hide his amusement. “I’ll look forward to it.”

And then he kisses you square on the lips, kind and sweet just as usual. He’s warm and your sick brain convinces you that he’s already crossed the line, there’s no use in holding back now, so you melt into him and kiss him back, hoping the medicine taste still doesn’t linger on your lips.

It’s a quick kiss, ending soon after it starts. You flick Mingyu on the forehead and he immediately recoils, whining. “You are unbelievable.”

“Think of it as an anniversary present,” he says, cheeky. You wouldn’t be able to hide the grin on your face even if you wanted to. “It goes along well with the soup I’m about to cook for you.”

“Really,” you hum, watching him clean up a few cough drop wrappers and rogue tissues. You’ve always been aware of it, but you really are lucky.

(Sometimes you think it’s not luck, but fate.)

“Hey,” you call right before Mingyu leaves the bedroom. He turns around to look at you, cute and confused pout on his lips. “You know I love you, right?”

You swear he shines brighter than the sun whenever you tell him. “I know,” he affirms, like he still can’t believe it (like he’s the one who needs to be in disbelief). “I love you too.”

Sleep catches you in a haze of what you can smell of Mingyu’s cologne mixed with the sound of him already starting to sniffle.

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baepsaesbae · 3 years

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Babysitters Club

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre— SMUT, fluff, babysitting au, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Dom!Taehyung, roleplaying, face fucking, oral sex (m and f), bondage, explicit rough unprotected sex please stay safe irl, squirting, choking, hickies, a surprise cameo from Spring Will Come Again!Jungkook because I have no self control

Word Count— ~7.6k

Summary— A generic summer job hunt leads you to babysit rowdy (but still cute) kids alongside the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. What shenanigans will you get into with Taehyung by your side?

A/N— HUGE shoutout to the lovely @kimtaehyunq for making this beautiful banner for me! This was literally the Taehyung I had in mind while writing this uwu. This fic is the epitome of self indulgence but I truly hope you guys like it too! Please let me know what you think! My askbox/inbox is always open, don’t be afraid to come chat with me. Love you all, hope you guys are safe <3

Crumpled up newspapers littered the floor as another ball was apathetically tossed aside. A sigh of defeat escaped your lips as you looked up at the ceiling in desperation.

“Still at it with the job hunt, huh?” your roommate, Hyuna, said when she saw your mess, “I told you to search online. Or try to get a job at a cafe or a boba shop or something.”

“Easy jobs online seem sketchy, and I told you I don’t want to work in the food industry ever again,” you groaned.

“But you’d rather...be a babysitter?” she questioned as she held up an ad, “Wait you could get paid up to $15 an hour? That’s pretty good.”

“I didn’t see that one. Is it an agency or something?”

“Not sure, take a look,” she handed you the paper.

“Oh, it seems like it’s a daycare run out of someone’s house. They’re looking for multiple applicants. You wanna do it with me?! I think it could be fun!” you ask excitedly.

“And spend most of my summer vacation with a bunch of snot nosed brats? I don’t think so. You have fun though!” she blew you a kiss as she walked away.

You whipped your phone out and immediately called the number in the ad. This job was the only one that seemed bearable, and you thought kids were cute for the most part. You’ve had a few babysitting gigs in the past so this shouldn’t be too bad.

“Hello?” a deep voice answered the call.

“Hi, I saw your ad in the paper! I was wondering if there was still a babysitting position open?” you inquired.

“Oh yes! Yeah there’s still a spot open. Um, can you give me a sec?” the man said quickly as you heard wailing kids in the background. After two minutes or so he returned to the phone.

“I’m terribly sorry about that. You don’t have a criminal background or anything right? Gosh, I’m sure this sounds unprofessional but--”

“Nope, I don’t have any charges or anything like that. Should I call back later?” you offered since it seemed like the man was a little preoccupied.

“It’s like this all the time. Why don’t we do a practice run tomorrow? Oh! I mean, whenever you’re available to start. Or technically have an interview? I guess? Hey, don’t put that in your mouth!” the man chastised at someone in the distance.

“I can come in tomorrow!” you said.

“Great! Just use the address in the same ad you got this number from! Oh, and please get here by 9am! See you soon!” the man hung up abruptly.

“That was chaotic…” you said to yourself.

A moment later your phone began to ring. It was from the babysitting guy.

“Hello?” you answered.

“I realized I never got your name! I promise I’m not always this frazzled,” he laughed as rambunctious laughter erupted behind him.

“Oh, I’m ______,” you gave him your first and last name.

“Cool. See you tomorrow Miss ____!” he said before hanging up again.

You were actually excited to babysit. It had been a while since you had done it, and playing with kids was usually fun. Then again, you’ve never had a bad experience with babysitting before. You prayed that this gig would continue the positive trend.

Donning shorts and a simple Mickey Mouse t-shirt, (you figured some kid was bound to like the mousey character) it was time to head off to your potential workplace. The babysitting place was actually fairly close to you, only about a 10 minute drive. It was 8:55am by the time you arrived. A couple of parents walked past your car to drop off their kids. All of the kids seemed to be pretty excited to enter the house, which was definitely a good sign.

You gently knocked on the door at exactly 9am. There was no response as you awkwardly waited for about a minute or so. All you could hear was shrill laughter and thumps that you presumed was the kids running about. You realized there was a doorbell, and sighed at your foolishness.

The door opened seconds after you rang the doorbell. A tall man with dark hair greeted you with a warm smile. You were taken aback by the handsome guy, suddenly questioning whether you were at the right place or not until a child popped up from behind his shoulder and yelled out a loud “Boo!” that caused you to jump.

“Ah, sorry about that! This one is always trying to play pranks,” the man laughed as he playfully jostled the child that was latched onto his back, “You must be ______?”

“That’s me!” you say with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Cool. C’mon in, I’ll introduce you to the kids,” the man led you inside.

The living room was littered with toys, from cars to building blocks to barbies. This place was definitely a kid’s happy place. Four little kids were playing with various things when you walked in. All of the kids there seemed to be between the ages of 4 to 6. At a glance, it seemed like they were all playing house. It took you a few seconds to realize that one of the kids was actually playing by herself; she was just physically close to the other kids.

“Everyone! This is our newest helper! Her name is Miss ____. Let’s all play nicely with her okay?” the man announced.

The kids playing house immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed to you. Two boys began asking you questions in a rapid fire succession, while the little girl merely clung to your leg.

“Those two are Kota and Bel,” the man pointed to the two boys, “The little girl stuck to you like glue is Ava, and the one playing over there is Lucy,” he continued to name each child.

“AND I’M SAM!!” the last boy exclaimed over the man’s shoulder.

“Yes, this troublemaker here is Sam. That’s basically the whole gang! We could get a few more additions as the summer goes on, but these guys are the OG crew. They’re all really sweet kids, once you get to know them. Any questions so far?” your employer asked.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name, sir,” you say politely.

“Oh! No need to call me sir. I think we’re probably around the same age? Not that I’m assuming your age or anything but--”

“He’s my horsey!” Sam interrupted.

“No, he’s the chef!” Kota yelled.

“No, he’s our dad who’s not our dad,” Lucy chimed in.

“My mom told me he was a babysitter?” Bel added, now visibly confused.

“I am all of those things,” the man reassured the children, “But my name is Taehyung. The kids call me Tae or Mr. insert whatever title I have in the game we are playing on that day. Pleasure to meet ya,” Tae extends a hand out to you, “Let’s see how your first day goes.”

The first few hours consisted of a rather intricate game of pretend set up in a fantasy world. You played a princess who was captured by an evil dragon, who was played by Taehyung (you couldn’t help but think about how you wouldn’t mind being his hostage).

The boys were valiant knights on their quest to rescue you. The girls played different creatures that aided the knights as fairies or unicorns or any other things they wanted to be. Most of the game consisted of you and Taehyung sitting together in a corner of the living room. Even though you didn’t have to do anything, it was fun watching the kids play. Their imagination amused you.

“Enjoying yourself, princess?” Taehyung asked as he also watched the children run around.

His deep voice sent chills down your spine. Something about the way the word “princess” rolled off his tongue was so enchanting. You cleared your throat before answering.

“This job has been pretty fun so far, Mr. Evil Dragon,” you smile.

“Hey! I’m not evil, just misunderstood,” he protested.

“Oh no! The dragon is about to eat the princess!” one of the boys cried out.

“What? No, I’m not going to eat her,” Taehyung said defensively.

“You need to pretend to eat the princess so that the knights save her,” Lucy, the quiet one, scuttled over to whisper to the both of you before hurrying back to her spot.

Taehyung turned towards you to appease the kids as they held their breath in anticipation.

“Rawr! I’m going to eat you!” he said in a deep voice.

“Oh no! Somebody save me!” you cried out, playing along.

A few moments passed but none of the kids moved. You both turned your heads towards them in confusion. They stared back at you blankly.

“You need to bite her!” Sam demanded.

“What?” you and Tae said in unison.

“Bite her! Bite her! Bite her!” the boys started to chant.

“But not too hard!” Ava expressed her worry for you, making you smile.

“I…uh…” Taehyung was at a loss for words.

“They’re not gonna stop, are they?” you whispered to him.

He nodded with a sigh as their chanting got louder. You offered him your arm. Kids can be crazy stubborn over silly things. Besides, you’ve done worse for less (college is crazy).

Taehyung shot you an “are you sure about this?” look, to which you just nodded. Once he got the okay, Taehyung grabbed your arm and pulled you harshly, causing your face to be a mere inches away from his.

“Fools! You think you can save the princess? I will devour her before your very eyes!” Taehyung declared with an even deeper voice. He opened his mouth menacingly, as if to show off his fangs. Then, he proceeded to bite your bicep. To be honest, he was being so forceful that you thought he was going to bite you for real, causing you to involuntarily close your eyes.

Instead, he gingerly placed his teeth on your skin so lightly that you could barely feel anything. You opened your eyes to see Taehyung grinning at you with your arm in his mouth.

“Aaaaggghhh GET HIM!!” Sam yelled, leading the other boys straight into Taehyung.

Taehyung quickly let go of you before he rolled out onto the floor. The boys began to pummel Taehyung with their foam swords and pretend bows and arrows. The girls came to your aid to help you escape during the battle.

The little boys triumphantly stood over their defeated babysitter who pretended to be passed out on the floor. You applauded their victory as the girls sat by your side.

“Okay! Good game, it’s almost lunchtime,” Taehyung announced as he quickly popped back up.

“Chef Tae makes the best mac and cheese!” Ava informed you excitedly.

“I wanted dino nuggies!” Sam puffed out his cheeks in disappointment.

“Sam, you know it’s Ava’s day to pick out lunch. It’ll be your turn tomorrow okay? I promise! You guys can stay here and play with Miss ____ till food is ready,” Tae called out as he walked to the kitchen. Lucy silently followed Tae.

“Lucy likes to help out in the kitchen a lot. She sets the table,” Ava explained when she saw you watching Lucy.

“You’re good at being a princess!” Kota butted in as he ran to hug your leg.

“I like your shirt! I like Mickey Mouse too. I saw him in DisneyWorld last year,” Bel said as he clung to your other leg.

The kids took turns holding onto your legs as you tried to walk around. Apparently the thought of making you tumble over was an exciting one, and that kept the kids busy until Taehyung called for everyone.

Five little bowls of mac and cheese were set up on the dining table. The kids took their seats as Taehyung handed out juice boxes. He positioned himself by your side as the little ones began to chow down.

“I normally just eat the rest out of the pot, but since you’re here I can get you a bowl. Sorry about biting you earlier, the kids really like it when I get serious about my roles,” Taehyung chuckled as he scooped out your portion.

“It’s no problem, you’re a great actor. Thank you,” you say politely as he handed you a bowl.

Lunch was spent making small talk with Taehyung. He was a newly graduated college student trying to make extra money before starting a real job hunt.Taehyung had been running this makeshift daycare since he was a senior in highschool.

“Summers are always fun with them,” Taehyung said while smiling fondly at the kids, “How has it been so far?” he asked.

“I’ve been having a good time. The kids are all really sweet! They have so much energy,” you answer.

“They do indeed, which is why playtime is so important in the morning! It makes what comes next easier,” he winked at you before collecting the empty bowls, “Okay kiddos! Who’s ready for nap time?”

Lucy quietly raised her hand while the boys groaned. You figured it would be hard to get those active boys to settle down, let alone to take a nap. You helped Taehyung set up blankets and pillows in the game room. The kids made a beeline to their designated blankets without a fuss.

“Do you sing, Miss _____?” Taehyung asked out of the blue.

“Um, not really?” you say hesitantly.

“Ah, I see. No worries. Everybody ready?” he said.

“Yes!” all the kids replied.

“Alrighty. Do you have any song requests, Miss ____?”

You thought about which songs would make for a decent lullaby, “Do you know Adore You by Harry Styles?”

“I’ll have to look up the lyrics but yeah I like that song! I like his whole album actually,” Taehyung nodded as he pulled out his phone and took a deep breath, “Walk in your rainbow paradise~”

You were shocked by his vocal talent. His voice control was superb and the quality of his voice was downright euphoric. Even though Taehyung’s voice is deeper than Harry Styles’, his range was incredible. He was still able to go as high as Harry without any trouble. All the kids had fallen sound asleep by the time he finished the song.

“This is when I typically have about an hour of free time,” he said after quietly leading you back into the kitchen.

“You have such a beautiful voice! Do you sing to them every day?” you praised him.

“Thanks! Yeah, I sing to them every day. They used to get duets actually,” Taehyung sighed.

“Did you have another coworker before?” you asked.

“Yep. My best friend actually. He’s my roommate too, but he landed an internship this summer so he couldn’t be here. I’m very proud of him! But usually this is a job for two people so I decided to put that ad out. I’m happy you came out! The kids seem to like you,” Taehyung gave you a thumbs up.

“I hope so! Lucy might be scared of me though,” you recalled the way she mostly avoided you all morning.

“Nah, she’s just really shy. She told me that she thought you were really pretty though, so that’s a good sign!” he tried to reassure you.

“I guess it must be true then. Kids are brutally honest,” you smiled.

“She definitely wasn’t lying,” Taehyung smiled back at you.

You had to look away awkwardly to hide your blushed cheeks. There’s no way you could handle a direct smile from this guy. How was it possible for someone to be that handsome without even trying?!

“So what happens after naptime?” you quickly asked to change the subject.

“Basically more playing until their parents come. It honestly just depends on what the kids wanna do. We can play inside, in the backyard, and sometimes we go to the park,” Taehyung answered with an amused smile, “Let’s use this free time to conduct a more formal interview, shall we?”

Taehyung then asked you a series of questions about your summer schedule, if you’re willing to work every day of the week, how you feel about the kids, along with other things. You answered truthfully and kept up a professional demeanor. Taehyung seemed to be satisfied with your answers and leaned back in his chair.

“That all works for me! The people who really need to approve of you are the parents. I’ll introduce you to them later this afternoon. I’m sure they’ll all be fine once I vouch for you,” he nodded.

Soft giggles caught your attention. Taehyung signaled that break time was now over and led the way back to the living room. Kota and Bel were wrestling each other while the others threw pillows at them.

“Did everyone have a good nap?” Taehyung sing songed.

“Yes!” they replied.

“Can we play house now?” Ava asked.

“Yeah! Miss ____ can be the mommy now!” Sam bounced up in excitement, “Our last mommy used to be a boy.”

“Jimin was a great mommy and I’m sure he misses you all dearly. Jimin is my roommate/best friend/ex-cobabysitter,” Taehyung explained.

The game of house was more hands on from your end. The kids demanded you to carry them and read them stories like a real mommy would. It was mainly the girls who wanted to play with you, while the boys took turns wrestling with Tae or riding on his back. You were braiding Lucy’s hair when the doorbell rang.

“Kota! Your mom is here!” Taehyung called from the front.

All the kids trickled out one by one as their parents arrived. Taehyung introduced you to each parent; their reactions were all positive, especially when their kids raved about you being the new Jimin.

“If she’s anything like Jimin, then I have nothing to worry about. I trust your judgement, Taehyung,” one of the sterner looking parents said (Sam’s father to be exact).

“Congrats! You got the job,” Taehyung congratulated you once all of the children were picked up, “We get paid on Fridays. I’ll basically just split what we earn 50/50, cool?”

“That’s fine by me! I’m looking forward to working with you,” you bow graciously.

“Ah! No need to be so formal. We’re partners now! I’m not your boss or anything,” Taehyung gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder, “See you tomorrow!”

Summer was about to get rather eventful. All of the children warmed up to you surprisngly quickly, even timid Lucy (who had arguably grown the most fond of you). As the days went on, you couldn’t help but admire Taehyung’s kindness and patience when it came to the kids. From firm to understanding, he was everything a caregiver should be. He handled spats between kids with ease, often by making them forgive each other then laugh at some silly joke of his.

One afternoon, the kids voted to watch a Disney movie. All seven of you curled up on the couch together with you and Taehyung in the middle. Lucy sat in your lap while Bel sat in Taehyung’s. Halfway through the movie, Taehyung fell asleep. The kids didn’t notice since they were so engrossed in the movie. You however, DID notice. Mostly because he rolled his sleepy head onto your shoulder.

Your heartbeat quickened as you slowly turned to take a peek at the handsome man sleeping beside you. He looked angelic, and you realized that he smelled pleasant too. He had a sweet scent that was uncharacteristic for a young man. You took a deep breath and pretended not to notice him. He didn’t wake up until the doorbell rang near the end of the movie.

He seemed to be confused and perhaps even slightly flustered when he lifted his head from your shoulder, but quickly shrugged it off to go answer the door. The incident (and the drool on your shoulder) was never mentioned.

It had been a month since you started babysitting with Taehyung, and it honestly had been a lot more fun than you expected. The kids are wonderful silly little beings and Taehyung is...well...Taehyung.

You were cleaning up the living room on a late Friday afternoon after all the kids had been picked up. Taehyung was somewhere splitting up the week’s paycheck. Once all the toys were back in their respective bins, it was time to gather your stuff and go.

“Great work this week,” Taehyung commended as he handed you your cut.

“Thanks! Same to you as always. I’ll see you on Monday,” you wave as you open the front door.

“Actually um--” Taehyung cleared his throat.

“Yes?” you whipped around with almost too much eagerness.

“My friend is part of an art gallery showing tomorrow night and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? I heard there will be drinks and finger foods…” Taehyung trailed off, presumably due to imagining what kind of snacks will be served.

“I’d love to! I’m not an expert on art or anything, but it sounds cool,” you smile.

“No worries, I’m no expert either. I’m just a guy who appreciates neat expressions of creativity,” he nodded humbly, “I can pick you up at your place, if you’d like.”

“Sure, I’ll text you my address. Oh uh, what’s the dress code like? I don’t really attend these things,” you ask shyly.

“I’d say a step down from formal? Like no t-shirts or jeans. Pretend like you’re going on a date to some restaurant that isn’t a michelin star but is still classier than Olive Garden,” Taehyung tried to explain.

“I’ll do my best,” you smile at his peculiar way of describing the appropriate attire.

A smile never left your face as you drove home. A chance to hangout with Taehyung one on one without any kids around? All of his attention will be on you? Yes please. You love the kids and all, but you finally have a real chance to get closer to Taehyung. To be honest, you might have the teensiest little crush on him, but who could blame you?

The next day was spent preparing for your night out with Taehyung. It probably wasn’t a date (90% sure it’s not), but you wanted to look irresistible anyway. You put on a purple dress with flowy sleeves that made you feel like a princess. It was on the dressier side, but being slightly overdressed never hurt anyone.

You usually only had time to slap on mascara and a lip tint in the mornings before babysitting, but now you had abundant time to play around with your makeup. You settled for a soft yet glamorous look with shimmery eyeshadow and eyeliner. Sparkly lip gloss tied the whole look together and made your lips look tempting (or so you hoped). You decided to leave your hair alone since you were having a miraculously good hair day.

“Wow are you sure this isn’t a date?” Hyuna whistled when she walked into your room.

“It’s not! This is just the first time Taehyung will see me actually trying to look good,” you say defensively.

“You’re cute even in ratty t-shirts, but I get what you mean. Have fun tonight!” your roommate gave you a tight hug.

A strong knock on your front door indicated Taehyung’s arrival. Hyuna tagged along as you went to answer the door; she wanted to see the guy you’ve been gushing over for the past month for herself.

Your mouth hung open in shock for a split second when you opened the door. Taehyung also dressed up. He was wearing a bright sunflower shirt paired with a black blazer that perfectly combined fun with sophistication. He wore a red silky bandana looking belt for an added pop of color with his black pants.

“Hey Taehyung!” you greet him happily.

“Good evening, Miss ____. You look spectacular!” he complimented you immediately.

“So do you! It’s funny seeing you not in a t-shirt, though I’m sure you’re thinking the same thing,” you say.

“You’re charming even in your graphic tees, but this is a nice change of pace too,” Taehyung agreed.

“Hi! I’m Hyuna, ____’s roommate,” Hyuna butted in to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung, ____’s babysitting partner,” he introduced himself.

“We should get going,” you say politely before Hyuna could start to get chatty.

Hyuna mouthed an exaggerated “oh my god” coupled with a double thumbs up as you waved goodbye after Taehyung was already out the door. You playfully rolled your eyes but blew her a kiss anyway.

“I didn’t realize you lived so close to me,” Taehyung said as he pulled away from the curb.

“Yeah, it made the job even more appealing,” you nodded.

“I really am glad that you applied,” Taehyung said softly, as if to himself.

“Sorry, what was that?” you couldn’t hear him properly.

“Nothing! I said I’m glad you agreed to accompany me tonight!” Taehyung quickly stated.

“Thanks for inviting me out! I’m actually pretty excited,” you admitted.

The gallery was somewhere in the swanky part of downtown. You gazed out of the window at all of the high end stores Taehyung drove by. Everyone walking around the stores looked like supermodels, which was actually pretty intimidating. What if the people at the gallery looked like that too?

“We’re here!” Taehyung announced, interrupting your thoughts.

There was a decent amount of people wandering around the venue when you both entered. It was basically one big dimly lit room with spotlights on pieces scattered around on the walls plus some sculptures in the middle. Thankfully, the patrons already inside looked like normal people, most of them probably students like you.

“Taehyung!” someone called from the side of the room.

You both made your way towards the voice, only to find a man who was just as handsome as Taehyung greeting you with a bunny like smile. He had long hair that almost covered up his assorted dangly earrings. He definitely had art student vibes mixed with a dash of bad boy. The boys greeted each other with a ferocious hug, indicating that they’re probably good friends.

“Oh! What’s up, I’m Jungkook,” the boy shook your hand once he noticed you.

“She’s my babysitting partner this summer,” Taehyung said proudly.

“She’s replacing Jimin huh?” Jungkook laughed, “Taehyung and Jimin are like my brothers. We were all pretty close in college and are batchmates, even though I’m younger than them,” he stuck his tongue out at Taehyung.

“Yeah yeah okay whatever. Skipping grades in elementary school and bringing in a ton of transfer credits will help you do that I guess,” Taehyung shook his head even though he was still smiling.

“Are these your pictures?” you asked Jungkook, motioning to the mounted pictures behind him.

“Yeah! I took most of these in Madrid, I’ve been working abroad for my dream company,” Jungkook answered you proudly.

“Who’s this?” Taehyung pointed to a picture of a girl laughing by a giant tree.

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous!” you added.

“She’s um...a good friend. She was the perfect model,” Jungook said with a faraway look in his eyes that told you there was more to the story.

“Tell me more about her on our next phone call. Tonight is for celebrating you!” Taehyung picked up on Jungkook’s sudden change of tone.

You enjoyed listening to their old college stories as the boys reminisced about their past together. Jungkook relished telling you all of Taehyung’s embarrassing moments at various parties. Taehyung returned the favor by recalling Jungkook’s past run-ins with women. Despite his natural charm and god like looks, apparently Jungkook gets really nervous around girls.

You and Taehyung were on your own once Jungkook was flagged down by an older patron interested in purchasing some of his work. Taehyung stayed close to your side as you explored the rest of the gallery. Each artist was so incredibly talented as their pictures told stories with just a single frame.

“____ look! They have those fancy charcuterie boards!” Taehyung grabbed your hand and excitedly dragged you over to the snack table. You couldn’t help but smile at his childlike elation.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve been getting tired of being force fed fruit snacks every day,” you laughed as you ate the assorted appetizers.

“I completely understand. Unfortunately, the kids are too sweet when they want to share. I don’t have it in me to turn them down,” Taehyung agreed.

Once the food was eaten, you resumed walking through the gallery. It was fun making up stories to go with each picture. Taehyung seemed to gravitate towards adding a romantic twist to each story, while you opted for a bit of mystery. At the end of the event, Taehyung met up with Jungkook once more to say his goodbyes.

“Thanks again for coming with me, I had fun! I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Taehyung said as he drove you back.

“It was really neat! I liked hanging out with you outside of work,” you nodded.

“Would you say it was a successful date then?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow with curiosity. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened with surprise.

“Was...was this a date?” you asked quietly.

“Did you want it to be?” Taehyung teased.

“I wouldn’t have gotten so dressed up otherwise,” you said defensively, taken aback by his sudden cheekiness.

“I realized I should’ve clarified that after you had already left. My bad,” Taehyung shot you a boxy grin, “But then I figured maybe you would be more relaxed if I didn’t mention it.”

“That’s odd logic, but I guess it worked,” you admitted begrudgingly.

Taehyung walked you back up to your house. He sweetly kissed your cheek and bid you goodnight, leaving you frozen in place.

“S-see you on Monday!” was all you were able to stammer out, to which Taehyung just smiled and waved back.

Hyuna happily freaked out with you once you were back inside. She was watching you from the moment Taehyung pulled back up. She shrieked with excitement once you told her that Taehyung confirmed that it was a date. Hyuna didn’t let up with grilling questions about how your night went. She even asked if the Jungkook guy you met was single, to which you truthfully answered that you didn’t know.

“Besides, he told me himself that he’s scared of girls. You’re scary enough as is,” you teased her.

“Oh shut up. So is Taehyung like, your boyfriend now?” Hyuna asked the million dollar question.

“I don’t think so. I think it was just a date, but that’s a good start!” you declared optimistically.

Babysitting on Monday went on like normal. Taehyung didn’t act any differently, which was both concerning and relieving. You were in the backyard pretending to eat whatever dirt concoction the little kids were serving you.

“This one is for you,” Lucy quietly offered Taehyung a clump of dirt sprinkled with blades of grass, topped with a dandelion.

“Oh, how pretty! What is it?” Taehyung played along.

“It’s a love potion. The next person you hug will fall in love with you,” Lucy smiled.

A smirk crept on Taehyung’s face as he pretended to eat Lucy’s love potion. He made a satisfied “Ahh” sound that made Lucy giggle.

“Tae has to hug me now! He loves me the most!” Sam yelled as he ran over to latch onto Taehyung.

“No, Tae loves me!” Bel argued as he pulled on Taehyung’s shirt.

“That’s not how it works!” Lucy huffed as she yelled at the boys.

You watched with delight as the little kids chased Taehyung around the backyard, demanding that he has to hug them. It was easy for him to juke them out as they constantly ran back and forth. You were content with just watching them until Taehyung began to make a beeline for you.

“Oh no no no,” you cried as you got up to run.

Taehyung (and the kids) chased you around for a little bit. The backyard was on the smaller side, so there wasn’t much space to evade all of them coming for you at once. To make matters worse, Taehyung actually started to try and catch you. His speed was no joke; he was much more agile than you gave him credit for.

With one pounce, Taehyung tackled you to the ground. Somehow he managed to whip himself around while you were falling, so you ended up falling on him. Now wrapped up in his arms, Taehyung smiled up at you with a shit eating grin.

“I guess you have to fall in love with me now,” he smirked.

“You wish,” you laughed as you pulled yourself up.

“Aw now he loves Miss _____,” Sam pouted.

“No, now Miss ____ has to fall in love with Tae,” Ava corrected him.

“That’s dumb,” Kota shook his head.

“Tae! Kota said a bad word!” Bel immediately tattled.

“Kota, remember what I said about bad words. No one wants to play with someone who says mean things,” Taehyung chided him.

“Sorry,” Kota mumbled.

“Let’s play go play inside. Who wants juice?” Taehyung patted Kota’s head.

The kids followed Taehyung inside like little ducklings. You loved that sight, you always thought it was the cutest thing. The rest of the day went by without a hitch.

The topic of favorite movies came up during lunchtime the next day.

“I like Frozen 2,” Ava stated, and Lucy nodded furiously in agreement.

“Detective Pikachu was better. Pikachu is funny,” Sam interjected. The other little boys then began to argue about which pokemon was better/stronger.

“I’m not really a big movie watcher,” Taehyung confessed as he took a bite of a dino chicken nugget.

“Have you at least seen the classics? Harry Potter? Lord of the Rings? Star Wars?” you listed with concern.

“I’ve seen Harry Potter and Star Wars. I think I saw the Lord of the Rings? I can’t really remember. I know I wanted to watch the newer Lord of the Rings movies,” he chuckled at your growing disbelief.

“Newer Lord of the Rings? You mean the Hobbit series?” you were disgruntled.

“Yeah those. I didn’t realize you were a nerd,” he nudged you.

“What of it? All of those are great movies. I have copies of the Hobbit series if you ever wanted to watch them,” you offered.

“Do you wanna watch them with me?” he perked up.

“Sure, I love them! You wanna do a marathon? It’ll take up a full day though,” you warned.

“I’m down. Are you free this Sunday?”

“I believe so.”

“Great! I’m excited to see you geek out over hobbits. Okay kids, naptime!”

You drove up to Taehyung’s place Sunday morning, you weren’t kidding when you said it would take all day. Taehyung said to dress comfortably so you showed up in your sweatpants and oversized college tee. He answered the door wearing gray sweatpants and his favorite CELINE shirt. His dark fluffy hair fell over his forehead and was almost long enough to cover his eyes.

“Good morning! I hope you’re hungry. I made some waffles to eat while we watch the first movie,” he greeted you.

His humble abode smelled heavenly as the scent of dough tinged with a hint of cinnamon wafted through the air. The soft belgian waffles were delicious as they practically melted in your mouth. Taehyung asked a ton of questions with nearly every scene, but you didn’t mind. You were happy to flex your knowledge of Tolkien lore.

Hours later, you found yourself cuddled up with Taehyung as the final credits of the Battle of Five Armies began to roll. Taehyung was still trying to process everything that happened as he asked you clarifying questions about each character.

“Well crap, now I’m sad,” he pouted.

“Yeah, the ending is kind of a downer, but that’s what makes it so good! The Lord of the Rings has a happy ending if that makes you feel better,” you look up at him from his chest.

“You look cute like that,” he observed.

“Like what? Tiny from your angle?” you tilted your head.

“I guess so? Tiny, maybe submissive,” Taehyung’s voice lowered with his suggestion.

“Submissive? Is that how you see me?” you sit back up completely with defiance.

“Not at all. You’re pretty feisty, which is why making you be submissive is even more alluring,” he raised his eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

“Do you want me to be a damsel in distress for you? Not happening,” you smirked.

“Pretty princesses are good for one thing,” Taehyung hopped off the couch.

Before you could say anything, he promptly grabbed you and swung you over his shoulder. You were too shocked by his boldness and physical abilities to retaliate.

“They’re perfect for kidnapping!” he let out a dramatic evil laugh as he carried you off to his bedroom.

Once there, he roughly threw you on the bed. You couldn’t help but look around curiously since this was the first time you’ve ever seen his room. It was surprisingly neat; his bed was made and there were no messy clothing piles in sight.

“Are you an evil dragon then? Capturing princesses and such?” you teased.

“Evil dragon, dashing captor, I can be anything you want me to be. Just please not an orc,” he let out a chuckle before getting back into character, “Just know that you’re trapped here with me. No one is going to rescue you.”

“Oh no! What a terrible situation to be in! What on Earth is this extremely handsome dragon going to do with a poor defenseless princess like me?” you taunted.

“Ok this is all very hot but before we go any further, are you okay with this?” Taehyung asked sincerely.

“I can’t think of anything that I’ve wanted more,” you nodded.

“Perfect. Safe word is red,” he winked at you, “Now strip for me, princess.”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

Taehyung grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of your head and forcefully brought you up to his face, “I suggest not making me angry,” he sneered.

You didn’t think you were one for being manhandled, but god damn that was hot. There was already a tingle between your legs and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. You complied with his request, and quickly tore off your shirt and pants. Though you weren’t wearing any fancy lingerie, you were wearing a gray bra and gray panties that could pass off as matching.

“Mmm what a pretty treasure. It would be a shame to let it gounappreciated,” Taehyung stretched out that last word as he gently ran his fingers from your torso up to your neck before firmly grasping it.

Taehyung straddled you as his long fingers were wrapped around your neck. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss you. Though apprehensive at first, he gradually got more bold with it. His tongue dipped into your mouth the instant your lips parted. His other hand crept under your bra to fondle your breast.

“You take your clothes off too,” you said as soon as the kiss broke.

“You don’t get to make any demands, silly princess,” Taehyung shook his head.

You pouted and reached out to tug at his pants anyway. Big mistake. Taehyung slapped your hand away and slammed you back onto the bed.

“You don’t listen, huh? I’ll have to do something about that. Stay still or else you’ll make things worse for yourself,” he ordered.

You reluctantly obeyed, partly because you were curious about what he was going to do, and partly because you were actually intimidated by him. He returned back to the bed a few seconds later, but with a familiar silky red belt in hand.

“Give me your hands. Good girl,” he smiled deviously as he bound them together, “Remember the safe word is red, okay?” he gently reminded you.

He looked down at you with a satisfied grin as he began to take off his sweatpants. He had an obvious bulge in his underwear that outlined his massive dick. You were further entranced by his physique when he took off his shirt. He wasn’t ripped, but he was still fit, as you could plainly see when his chest was finally revealed.

“Open wide, princess,” he demanded.

You opened your mouth, and even flattened your tongue out a little bit for him. He pulled his cock out of his underwear, finally exposing his full length. You doubted you could fit even half of him in your mouth, but at this point it wasn’t up to you.

Taehyung lowered himself down to you, and teasingly tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue. He slowly eased himself into your mouth, forcing you to open your mouth even wider to account for his girth. He made his way back out once you gagged. He grabbed your head to hold you steady as he fucked your mouth once more. He got closer and closer to the back of your throat until he finally hit it. All you could focus on was breathing as tears welled up in your eyes. Taehyung thrusted a couple more times before he pulled out completely.

“Good girl indeed. Well done, princess,” he softly stroked your chin before wiping your tears away. All you could do was smile meekly back at him.

“Don’t worry, it’s time for your reward,” Taehyung smiled down at you as his hand slipped under your panties, “Oh you’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He positioned himself between your thighs after he tore off your panties. His thumb fiddled with your clit, causing you to squirm. He placed a strong grip on your thigh to hold you down as he circled your clit faster. Your helpless whimpers were music to Taehyung’s ears.

Without warning, he easily stuck two fingers into you. He didn’t even let you adjust as he rapidly fingered you, his fingers curving to graze your g-spot with every stroke. His tongue swirled around your clit, adding even more toe curling sensations.

Him adding a third finger was the catalyst for the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. There wasn’t even a build up, everything just hit you at once. Suddenly you were crying out even louder as you violently came. Did it occur to you that you were squirting all over Taehyung and his bed? No. Were you doing exactly that? Absolutely.

“Delicious,” Taehyung said as he licked his lips, “Look at the fucking mess you made.”

“I-i’m sorry,” you managed to stutter, you were still recovering from your orgasm.

“It’s only fair that it’s my turn to make a mess now. Do I need to get a condom, princess?” he cooed.

You weakly shook your head. You needed to feel all of him, right now. Taehyung chuckled at your neediness as he aligned himself with your pussy. He slowly inserted his entire length into you until the base of his cock touched your soaked pussy. You moaned together as he stayed still for a second. You looked up to see Taehyung’s face lit up with pure bliss.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he growled as he began to mercilessly buck his hips into you.

You moaned with every thrust as Taehyung shook the entire bed. Taehyung placed both of your legs on his shoulders, allowing him to hit you even deeper from this new angle. He leaned over to plant his lips on your neck as he fucked you. What started as a gentle peck took a violent turn as he harshly sucked on your neck. He left dark spots wherever his lips touched, and soon you were covered in dark blooms.

“Do you want me to soil your back or your chest?” he asked in a guttural tone.

“Back?” you answer dubiously.

You were immediately flipped over. You were laying flat on your chest waiting for him to prop up your ass, but he never did. Instead, he simply spread your legs wider and fucked you flat against the bed. Taehyung grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks to get a better view of your sopping pussy. You could feel another orgasm brewing as he fucked even deeper into you, and his cock was continuously dragging against your g-spot.

“Taehyung, I--”

“I know, princess. Let it all out. I want to feel you come on my dick,” he demanded.

A few more strong strokes was all it took for you to go limp under him as your orgasm took over. Seconds after you hit your high, Taehyung pulled out and came all over your back.

Once you were all cleaned up, Taehyung untied you and kissed your forehead.

“How was it, princess?” he asked as he stroked your hair.

“I’ve never been fucked by a beast before, but now I don’t want anything else,” you admitted before kissing his neck.

“Good. I was worried about going overboard. As I told you before, I really like getting into character,” he laughed.

“I’ve never been into roleplay but I’m willing to change for you. Oh shit, it’s late already,” you noticed the time on his alarm clock.

“Just stay the night. I don’t think the kids will care if you’re wearing sweatpants or not. I can lend you a turtleneck to cover up those hickies though,” Taehyung yawned.

“Are you sure?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. Be warned, I’m a cuddler,” he pulled you closer to him.

“I guess I can sleep in a little later then,” you reasoned.

“Perfect. Goodnight, princess,” he quickly kissed your lips.

“You’re sleeping like that?”

“Like what?”

“Butt naked?”

“I can put clothes on if it makes you uncomfortable. I just figured it would make things easier for tomorrow morning,” he said sleepily.

“Tomorrow morning?” that got your attention.

“You’ll see! Be patient, princess. Night night.”

Never in a million years would you have guessed that applying for a babysitting job would result in this, but you weren’t complaining.

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