#kim taehyung x y/n

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Blackmail | KTH

Pairing: Idol!taehyung x reader

Genre: smut, angst. Five shot

Synopsis: being part of their staff meant you had to be around them all the time, Taehyung has a checklist of all the girls he slept with and filmed and you were next on the list, as he lures you using several ways one of them being actually showing you the content he films, before you finally give in and he actually films you to tick you off of his list. Little do you know it’s the biggest mistake ever.

Disclaimer: events and incidents in this fiction are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. This does not resemble Taehyung’s character whatsoever.

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“He’s probably late over something stupid.” One of the hairstylists huffs blowing her fringe off of her face.

Nothing new really, you’re so sick of hearing her whine all the time, as if she’s not aware of how hectic the schedule is especially during their tour, not only the schedule is all over the place, they usually get sick and exhausted during this time so they do deserve to rest for an hour longer at least.

Of course you rolled your eyes and sometimes you would actually leave the entire room the second she starts whining and radiating negative energy to the entire staff, once she starts nagging, the energy shifts right away since over half of the staff don’t like her.

You were able to manage though and got used to it since you’ve been working with her for a couple years now, you figured out a way to reduce your chances of a headache. The moment she starts whining you take your airpods out of your pocket and put them on, blasting the music really high up and totally caring less if you couldn’t hear people around you.

Your job was quite sensitive, it took you years to get to where you are right now, you had to be there all the time whether it was broadcasts, practice or even listening parties or stupid birthday parties, you were always there with them.

And being with them for a few years now made you all really close, you understand their characters very well and it’s nothing like what people see on TV or their phone screens, they’re still human after all, and most importantly, they’re still men.

It’s four in the afternoon and time is ticking, the concert is supposed to be started by 9 in the evening and they’re still not here, and there was still a sound check and practice that had to be done first, you were really behind on schedule. You see the girls standing up at the same time which makes you lower down the music.

You hear footsteps coming from the end of the aisle and the staff are all on standby which means that they’re finally here, you take your spot near your station and put your airpods back in their case ready to start on Taehyung’s face.

Your work suited his face the best, of course you’d work on everyone’s face if they needed you to cover for someone, but you were really skilled and your talent suited his features the most. You’ve been working on Taehyung for a couple months now.

 He gets into the room and yanks his top off, a view you’re used to the entire time whether it was him or any of them, he throws himself onto the chair and looks at you once before looking at his reflection in the mirror. “How are you?” A forced smile lingers on his face.

“Good, how are you?” You smile under your face mask, he nods his head. “Sleep deprived, but I should make it.”

“Fingers crossed.” You cross your own fingers and put a headband around his head to get his hair off of his face, he’s growing his hair really tall that he’s tying it in a man bun most of the time. “I know what you’re thinking, and I’m not planning to cut it off.”

He’s smarter than what people think, you giggle and nod. “I think it looks good on you.” You finally pump some primer onto your hand and start dabbing it onto the skin of his face.

You know people envy you for your job, and in fact you’re really happy with it because it pays really well along with other privileges. Their fans probably envy you the most and you know they look really good but you’re not attracted to any of them in any possible way. You spent so much time with them that they feel like colleagues.

After all, you and them work for the same company.

He takes his phone out and dims the brightness as he starts rapidly texting someone, his leg anxiously moving up and down, you’re used to that too, he must be nervous or tired.

It was peak summer and the weather was suffocating, the humidity and the heat together forced everyone to either wear less clothes or constantly keep the air conditioners turned on, but in your case you had to chose both because you cannot stand the heat, and you get really embarrassed if you got sweaty.

And honestly your top was driving you insane, it was really lose that it kept going down your shoulder, and whenever you would move to grab a brush or anything, it would slip down your shoulder and reveal your bra straps, you can’t keep holding onto it the entire time because you needed both your hands while you’re working, so once you adjust your top it would slip back down your shoulders in seconds.

It kept happening over and over before Taehyung notices, a smug smirk sits on his face before he runs his index finger over the collar of your shirt. “I love your shirt.” And you playfully slap his hand off and grab him by his chin to throw his head back, dabbing contour onto his jaw line. “Thank you, I got it when we were in Vegas last year.”

He moves his head down again to look at your plain white top as if it was his first time seeing this excessive amount of skin, he’s totally checking out your tits and cleavage that appeared whenever your shirt fell down your shoulder. “Oh I miss Vegas.”

“You do?” You push his head back again and he finally gives in. “I enjoyed shopping there.”

“Other magical stuff can happen in Vegas if you know what I mean.” He winks at you which makes you force a laugh. “Says the one who spent his entire time at the hotel.”

“Exactly.” He simply agrees before looking around making sure no one is listening before signaling you to come closer and you do, and he whispers. “I spent two nights with four different women.”

You’re used to so many weird things from the seven boys, but this is a first for you. You look around worriedly hoping that no one over heard him, your body tenses and you feel the need to escape this weird topic. “It was an iconic concert though.”

He scoffs before whispering again. “Girl fuck the concert, four different whores in two nights, it was an experience out of this world.”

“Taehyung.” Your voice stern and serious when you stop him. “You know this isn’t allowed, and you’re being a little loud right now.”

He waves his hand before he looks you dead in the eye. “We do this all the time, nothing is not allowed.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s always you men bragging about stuff like that.”

And he even dares to look around the room again. “There are 13 different women in this room right now, I slept with like.. 9 of them.”

Your shirt drops down your shoulder again but you’re too occupied working on the face in front of you that’s been blabbering nonstop about things that are making you severely uncomfortable. “This is totally not okay.”

“Says who.” His eyes pierce through your cleavage. “Sometimes girls beg me to sleep with them, and I can’t let them down can I?”

“You’re lying.” Your fingers start working faster still making sure the makeup that sits on his face is flawless, you’re wishing this conversation would end fast.

“I can show you if you want to.” He raises an eyebrow in challenge and you giggle thinking in your head that he’s totally joking, but he probably isn’t.

“No thanks I’m good.” You finally put on some lip tint and spray his face with a setting spray. “You’re good to go.”

He gets up but his eyes are still focused onto your chest, a little uncomfortable space between you two as he puts his hands in his pockets. “If you still don’t believe me go ask Namjoon or Jungkook, they spent the night with someone and they could probably tell you about it.”

“Why are you insisting on proving it to me?” You frown and walk a step back, “I’m not interested in finding out more.”

He shrugs carelessly. “I wanted to do you a favor, maybe the nine I fucked in this room can finally be ten, by then I’ll have only three left.” He laughs, totally proud of the joke he said, if that’s even considered a joke.

You scrunch your nose and hit his chest playfully, you kind of wished you did it harder though before you tell him. “Shut up, get away.”

He takes another step closer and hooks his finger to the collar of your shirt to reveal your chest that’s only covered with a bra.

“I know the female body really well, and I know women really like having their tits sucked, have you ever had your tits sucked before?”

This time you push him harder and hug your shirt closer to your chest. “You’re crossing the limits Taehyung. Get away.”

He laughs playfully and feigns innocence before tapping your nose. “You’re so cute do you know that? I’ll see you on the break, maybe you should do some thinking until then.”

Mira the hairstylist pushes Taehyung back onto his chair and takes the headband off of his head, you reorganize the makeup into the makeup bag when you overhear him asking her. “Are you feeling better today?”

Mira sounds flustered when she answers him. “Shut up.”

Maybe he did actually fuck over half of the girls around this room, this man is unbelievable.

-

As soon as the first part of the concert ended they moved backstage again to change and have their makeup retouched, you knew he was going to start the awkward talk again so you put your airpods  on and pretended to be listening  to music even if you weren’t. His eyes were  piercing through your entire body the whole time.

He takes out his phone and opens the gallery to purposely open a video he filmed, he could see that you were watching his screen so he turns up the brightness on his phone.

In the video was a naked girl on her knees in front of him, her hands tied behind her back and her makeup was smudged, she was begging him to make her cum . And he was caressing her cheek and  putting his thumb between her lips.

Your facial expressions change and you find yourself cringing, he looks at you and bats his eyelashes. “I told you.”

“Taehyung, this is wrong on so many levels.” You push his face to the side to work on his makeup.

“It isn’t, I promise.” He shakes his head. “I promise you no one will ever know. We can spend a couple nights together and that’s it, no strings attached.”

And you immediately refuse. “Absolutely not.”

“Are you close with any of the girls around here?” He asks and you’re a little taken back at his question. “Yeah?”

“Who?”

“Luna I guess.” You name one of the girls while shrugging and he scoffs, before exiting the video on his phone and scrolling through it to open another video.

In it you see Luna one of your closest friends in the company, blindfolded in a bed and Taehyung’s face is in between her legs as he’s eating her out. Is it really okay to mess around?

“You can’t be serious.” You gasp. “Is it only you or do the other guys do the same?”

“I don’t care, but if you have your eye on someone I could hook you two up together or something.” He shrugs and your jaw visibly  drops. “You are unbelievable Kim Taehyung.”

“Wait until you try me in bed. I’m a fucking god.” He confidently speaks and you’re shocked, you’ve known the man for years but this is totally new for you. “Name someone else.” He exits the video on his phone before you shake your head. “No thanks, I don’t think I wanna see anymore.”

He locks his  phone and leans his head back onto the chair while crossing his arms. “Just think it through and I promise you won’t regret it.”

“It seems to me like you’re the one begging for sex.” You force a smirk, his eyes meet yours for a couple seconds and he mirrors your smirk. “What if I was?”

“You’re getting nothing anyway.” You shrug. “You’re done, get up.”

“Oh I get it.” He remains in his seat. “Are you attracted to someone else? Let me guess, is it Jungkook? All women have something for that jerk.”

“I can’t deny he’s cute. But nope.”

“Is it Seokjin?” He tilts his head. “No, is it Jimin? Do you have a kink for cute guys or something?”

You roll your eyes and turn your head to walk away before he grabs your wrist. “Can you make my lips a little darker please?”

You look around trying to find the lip brush before dabbing some color onto his lips. “I’ve been told that I was good with my mouth, I just care about you so much I feel the need to make you experience it.”

“Oh my god.” You roll your eyes and put the lip brush away, he rises up on his feet while laughing, “Alright I promise I’m done, but I just want you to think it through, you won’t regret it.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think I’m changing my mind.” You clean up your station, he brushes his entire body against your back and whispers. “Will you be there tomorrow on the episode filming?”

“Well I guess unfortunately I’m always there.” You flinch in your spot and immediately take a step back. “Taehyung please stop touching me like that.”

“Alright.” He takes a step back and whispers. “I have a surprise for you tomorrow, I promise you will love it.”

“Then maybe I should call sick.” You look at his reflection through the mirror, he smirks and high key stares down at your ass, a second away from actually groping it in front of the entire staff and his band mates. “So I’m guessing you don’t like surprises.”

“From you? Nope.” You turn to face him, realizing you’re sandwiched between him and the mirror behind you, “May I?” You clear your throat, trying to find a way to get away from him, he stands next to you and gives you enough space to walk out of the room, his eyes still locked onto your ass, thank god it was summer time and thank god for biker shorts. Taehyung was suffering when he can clearly see the outline of your panties through your shorts and he can’t do anything about it.

Your rejection only makes him insist more and Taehyung grew up spoiled, people got him everything he wanted, and if they didn’t, he made sure to get it in his own way. So your rejection doesn’t really matter to him. He will have you eventually.

Even if you said no.

-

It’s the next day and you were already on the set, luckily one of the other stylist couldn’t make it so you had to work with Namjoon and Jimin instead. You could clearly see Taehyung’s eyes staring at your reflection in the mirror even when he’s three chairs away. You roll your eyes when he winks at you and he even dares to blow a cheap kiss. Your friend Leah who’s been working on his face rolls her eyes too and stands in the way.

“Do you wanna put your lenses on?” You ask Namjoon, he takes one look at the mirror and shrugs. “I don’t feel like putting lenses on, what do you think?”

“You’d look good both ways, but maybe I should put more eye makeup on if you’re not putting lenses on, is that okay?” You fish out another palette and show him the colors and he nods. “Yeah, sounds good.”

“Of course. Y/N’s so good you have no idea.” Taehyung gets up from his chair and walks towards you. “You’re lucky she listens to you, I tried suggesting things to her but she kept saying no.”

Namjoon scoffs and grabs out his phone. “It’s because she’s smart.” Does he know about his friend?

“Don’t you want to know about the surprise?” He puts one of his hands in his pockets and takes a step closer to you, his other hand picking onto your top, even sneaking a look under it.  Practically there was nothing to see, the studio they were filming in was freezing cold so you had an extra layer on. You subtly push his hand away and look back at Namjoon’s face trying to finish him up. It was basically impossible with Taehyung distracting you.

He takes another step closer this time his body almost touching yours as he whispers. “I’ll be waiting for you in the parking lot after we’re done filming, please come.”

You sigh and look at him, this can’t end up will and it won’t. His personality specifically scares you and you could swear the man was bipolar in some sort, when sometimes he’s all flirty and shit, and all of a sudden he claims this character that’s so innocent and cute which doesn’t really suit him.

“I’ll think about it.” You put the brush down and tap Namjoon’s shoulder. “What do you think?”

“It looks great, thank you.” He barely smiles and immediately leaves his chair to go and lay down on the nearest couch. You turn your head back to put the brush back into the makeup bag and Taehyung is still standing there. His eyes still scanning your entire body.

He’s a man with a plan, and honestly he knew exactly how he wants to have you. He scans you head to toe, your hair that he wants to pull on while he’s pounding into you uncontrollably, your lips and neck that he cannot wait to bite into. The way you bite your lip when you’re anxious or when you try to hide a laugh always ignited him.

Your chest, fuck he can easily tell the color of your bras and he even knows when you do your laundry, he knows exactly when are the days you wear on your sports bra, or the days you switched to your black bra that perfectly highlighted your tits. Although he grew to be a fan of your pastel pink bra that makes the color of your skin pop, he admires how the cups hug onto your big tits and this bra’s straps particularly keep sliding down your small shoulders.

He moves down to your waist and hips, the outline of your panties through your pants were like a gift from god to him, he would purposely drop things down on the floor just to watch you pick it back up, and those days would usually end up with him either hooking up with someone just to let it out of his system, or just jerk it off alone in his place.

Your juicy ass is going to be the death of him, he would sometimes sneak into the gym at the company just to watch you jog in your tights, satiating his eyes and scratching an itch inside him just to watch it jiggle right before his eyes.

During their tours he would constantly grab your handbag into his hotel room, making an excuse that your handbags look alike even when they aren’t even remotely close to being similar. He would lock the door right away and rummage through your clothes just to fish out all your panties and jerk off to them, one being around his cock and the other one near his nose and lips, sniffing and inhaling whatever is left onto them of your smell, even though they were washed, but he convinced himself that this is how you smell. It was really erotic.

And before you notice your bag missing, he would quickly take pictures of your panties just for him to keep and return them to your bag and switching it out with his. He lost control so many times and “Accidentally” Shot his seed onto your panties, and with the small span of time he had, he had to return them soiled into your handbag.

Which when you discovered it was already dried up, you huffed and the naïve you thought it was the bottle of your conditioner blew up or something, which if you think harder and open your eyes, it was only one soiled panty.

Taehyung had a goal, and growing up not being surrounded by many women in his life, he’s compensating but in an abnormal way, he has hooked up with over half the women who work in your company and it was your turn and he wanted to have you just so he can check your name on the list and tick it done.

“We’re starting in 10 minutes.” The producer announces which snaps Taehyung out of his thoughts. “So did you pack for tomorrow?”

“Yeah, aren’t you excited?” You genuinely ask, you packed up your carry on the night before since you’re all heading to Osaka tomorrow for their tour. You can’t deny you love your job, you get to travel all over the world with them and you even get paid for it. But little do you know, there will be a price you have to pay.

“Oh yeah, even when it’s just for one day but I love Osaka.” He looks behind you and you follow his eyesight to find one of the stylists wearing short shorts that her lower butt cheek was clearly visible to everyone. You look back at Taehyung to see him still glancing at her ass with his head tilted. “Oh my god Taehyung, stop.”

He laughs and takes his phone out. “Come take a look. Her ass didn’t look like that when she was naked.” You debate for a second but you’re human after all and you’re a little curious, you stand next to him and watch him dig through a locked folder on his phone, scrolling up for a good two minutes before he finds the picture.

It was that stylist laying flat on the bed face down, her hand tied behind her back and her bare ass was sore read, clearly spanked and fucked until she passed out. And he was right, her ass didn’t look the same when she was naked. “You’re right, but that doesn’t mean that this isn’t wrong.”

“Hey, if it makes you feel better I get their consent before I do anything.” He scrolls up again. “Wanna see something else? Look, this is her.”

He hands you one of his airpods and you put it on, and he starts a video of her down on her knees, her eyes blood red, clearly she was either drunk or high, and she was begging him to slap her on the face with his thumb into her mouth.

“Shit.. Please daddy, please spank me and make me yours.”

“Good girl, are you going to be daddy’s little whore and beg more?”

“Please spank your little whore on the face, it feels so fucking good when you do that, please spank me.”

And he slaps her hard on the cheek enough to make her hair fall on her face, but she immediately looks back at him and begs him to do it again and again and he does. And you can’t help but to notice the tip of his cock showing in the video. “How does getting slapped on the face feel good? I don’t get it.”

“Shh-“ He notices your voice getting a little higher and opens up another video. “You shouldn’t knock it till you try it, every girl I’ve been with said it felt amazing.”

“Do you think you would enjoy getting slapped on the face?” You ask, blinking your eyes a couple of times, he smirks and locks his phone. “I haven’t tried yet, but I’m willing to try it with you if you want to, maybe you can slap me on the face while you’re riding my dick, we’ll see if it feels good.”

Your face flushes at his explicit mentions of sex, you hit him on the arm and turn away from him, packing your kit into the makeup bag and taking a seat finally. And your flushed cheeks are considered as a good sign to him, he’s getting there and he’s slowly sinking his claws in to have you eventually.

The episode they’re filming took them a little over eight hours, you’re already packed and ready to leave and you hesitate actually going down to the parking lot, it’s almost an hour after filming and you’re not sure he’s still in the building or not.

The elevator stops at -1 and you make your way out, the entire floor is near empty and you can only spot around four cars parked around the floor, and all of them seem empty, except for the Genesis Suv that’s parked way back in the corner that flashes it’s lights repeatedly. It’s him.

You make your way there and reach your hand to the door handle and try to open it but it’s locked. Quite a trashy move of him to actually call you over and forget his car locked. You roll your eyes when he unlocks the car and you go inside. “What?”

“What?” He mocks you and locks his car again, “How was your day?”

“Taehyung just make it quick will you? We have a flight to catch tomorrow and I’m nowhere near ready—“ You’re interrupted by him shushing you and grabbing your purse away from you to put in the back seat. He reaches his entire body to the car floor and takes out a little box that’s wrapped in a tiny velvety ribbon. “This is my surprise for you.”

You’re intrigued. Your gaze meets his for a split second before you reject the box. “I can’t take gifts from you.”

He doesn’t even argue as he offers you the box again. “Hey, you don’t have to open it now if you want to.” He puts the box down onto your lap and leans his arm on the middle console. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning and you’ll tell me what you think, deal?”

You’re even more intrigued and you’re getting more curious to actually find out what’s inside, and why would he actually stay after schedule just to hand you this gift? You even shake the box while suspiciously maintaining eye contact with him which makes him smirk. You can only hear one thing clicking in the box and you can’t quite put a finger on it and figure out what it is?

“Alright, whatever. Are you going to drive me to my place or what?” You already put your hand on the door handle ready to leave the car. “No I can’t I’m sorry, I have a place to be, I can get you to the bus stop if you want to.” He just says that out of pity. What a douche.

“No thank you, I’ll walk there.” You squint your eyes before you leave the car, he doesn’t even wait for you to walk out of the building and he drives away fast, he really is a douche.

Public transportation wasn’t a big deal for you anyway, the ride home on the bus was very therapeutic to you, you usually keep your headphones on and listen to an audio book on your way back to clear your mind, or you would usually catch up with your friends on the group chat or something.

Sometimes you would even fall asleep if it was an exhausting day, but on your trip home tonight you were anticipating getting to your studio apartment so much, not that you’re greedy for the gift or anything, but you’re just curious why he so suddenly decided on giving you a gift that actually looks expensive.

You get there after a 40 minute trip and you finally get into your flat, not even taking your shoes off you rush to your couch and put the box down and untie the little dainty velvety ribbon, you take the top of the box off and you only see a few wrapping papers covering what seems to be a clothing item. You take it out and you feel your entire body heat up. It’s a costume.

No no, not any costume, it’s a little too slutty to be an actual costume. It’s a black leather one piece with spaghetti straps, a really low neck line that you know no one’s chest will ever fit in them. Not only that, but a pair of black lace stockings and suspenders, and a choker.

What in hell..

You put them down on the couch beside you and dig deeper into the box to find cat ears headband and a.. What the actual fuck.

A butt plug?

You cannot believe him, you put the blame on yourself for actually listening to him and meeting him up in the parking lot, and you shouldn’t have accepted the gift in the first place, he’s an actual man whore.

You scrunch up the entire outfit in a messy ball and throw it back in the box, before closing it and throwing it near your door on the floor, so you can pick it up and throw it in the trash in the morning.

-

A mini-van is supposed to collect all the girls up from their places and head to the airport, and of course you’re late. Last night’s sleep was horrendous, you couldn’t stop overthinking about the little trashy gift you got from the trashy man. You cannot believe some girls actually idolize this man.

“Y/N, if we miss the flight we have to book one ourselves.” Mira shouts as you hurriedly close your carry on and struggle to put on your pair of sneakers. You look at the trash near your door and sigh. “Damn it. I have to take the trash out.”

“Nope, you’re not taking anything out, I’m not willing to pay anything extra for the job I cannot stand.” She’s slowly losing her patience and so are you. You forget about the trash and get out of your place and lock your door.

The moment you get to the airport it’s already chaotic. Their schedule has been up since last week to the public and their fans know that they’re going out for tour, so they’re waiting there to hand them gifts and handmade letters. Again you cannot believe the image he shows to people of him when you know his true personality.

And boy was he good at faking an entire persona, you have no idea what girls think of him but fuck he’s nowhere near how girls imagine him. A trashy human being that you could swear reeks like sex the entire time. He looks like he woke up with a hangover so you guess he was probably with someone last night and he was onto something.

He notices your existence amid all the chaos when you all get up to the lounge to have your breakfast even when you could’ve waited to get to Japan to eat, the trip wasn’t that far away. You grab yourself a cup of coffee and stack up food on your plate, you know you won’t have the time to eat later so you decide on fueling up early today.

“Good morning.” He puts his coffee down on the same table you’re sitting around and you sigh before looking around. Relax Y/N, you cannot make a scene.

“Good morning.” You proceed on eating, you cannot let him ruin your morning this quickly.

“So, what do you think?” He crosses his legs and tilts his head towards you. “The moment I saw the costume I knew I had to buy it for you.”

“Mhm, truly says a lot about your character, a trashy gift from someone like you.” You don’t beat around the bush. He laughs and leans towards you to whisper. “Please tell me you got it in your luggage.”

“Nope, I’m getting rid of it—“

He shrugs right away. “Then I’ll buy you another one.”

A moment of silence fills the air when your gaze meets his for a couple seconds, he pulls his chair closer to yours and takes his phone out which makes you whine. You know he’s going to show you more of his kinky NSFW content and it’s really uncomfortable for you to watch it. “Look, I don’t know how I can explain this better for you, but trust me. It is okay for things like that to happen in this field.”

“Just because everyone’s doing it doesn’t mean it’s right.” There you go, a girl with standards.

“I swear it is okay.” He pulls his chair even closer and now his shoulder is rubbing against yours when he whispers. “Y/N baby, us men are totally different. You girls can go around without sex for ages and you won’t even care. But men have this sexual energy that they need to let out one way or another.”

This is really disgusting.

“And people like us need to be careful on who to hook up with, and you girls are the safest because we work together.” He shrugs. “Not only us, every idol in the country has to do so.”

Of course it’s partially right, but you’re genuinely confused on why wouldn’t he just get a girlfriend instead of bitching around with plenty of women.

“You know, the idea itself is not that acceptable, but I can understand. But why do you film them? For the love of god you have an entire folder on your phone dedicated to this content. I mean, why do you have to film them when you have them right there in front of you?”

“Good question.” He nods. “You know how some people try and discover themselves, they sometimes dig around here and there trying to find out what actually turns them on, and you know they try and discover their preferences?”

“Are you trying to mansplain what kinks are?” You proceed on eating. “So is that your kink? You like filming women?”

“It’s more fun than the actual thing to me. And the times I made myself cum to the videos I created are countless. It’s fucking sexy.” He grits on his teeth and puts an arm around your chair. You’re getting uncomfortable with him not leaving you enough amount of personal space. “I love watching them looking at the camera and begging to be fucked and just submit to me.”

“And they’re all okay with being filmed?” You ask him and he nods right away. “Now they know what I like, and now they ask me to film them. What about you?”

“No, I’m good thank you.” You answer right away and put down your fork when you’ve fully wiped your plate clean.

“No, I mean what kinks do you have? Have you tried discovering what your preferences are?” He asks, twirling a strand of your hair in his hand, you can feel his breath against your ear when he whispers. “What was it like being fucked the first time?”

It takes you a moment to answer but you eventually do. “I don’t remember what it was like, it was long ago, but I don’t recall it being fun.”

“First time is always awkward.” He nods. “What about the second time?”

You shrug one shoulder and cross your arms. “I don’t think of sex the way you do. I mean I’ve had sex multiple times with different partners, but I think it’s a little overrated.”

“Overrated?” He’s offended. His hand sits on his chest. “You think sex is overrated?”

“Okay chill.” You get up on your feet to refill your coffee and he follows you. “I just don’t find it as fun and as pleasuring as people claim it is.”

“It’s because you haven’t had it with the right person.” He defends right away. “Oh my god did you even cum before?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, maybe.”

He’s interrupted by your gate opening, their carryon luggage is carried and already loaded inside and the rest of the staff is starting to board. “This isn’t finished yet. I’ll see you when we get to our hotel.”

“Whatever Taehyung, don’t make a big deal out of this.” You push him away to grab your bag and get in line. “It is a big deal.” He argues one last time and gets in line and boards the plane.

-

You have no idea what went through you, but the entire flight you were rethinking your conversation with him and you find yourself slowly getting convinced about the idea generally. You really surprised yourself when you hum out loud, thinking that you are getting curious to try and spend one night with him.

Do girls actually want to sleep with him because he’s good? Or because he’s an idol and that’s like literally a fetish to some people.

You cannot deny he’s really good looking, he’s really charming on camera but even the camera doesn’t do him any justice, he was perfectly sculpted in real life and way more attractive than people think.  But it’s just his recurrent sexual behavior that’s been setting you off. You find yourself cringing.

The entire plane has been booked for Bangtan and their staff. Them with their managers, security, filming staff, directors, producers, engineers, stylists and makeup artists of course, editors. Everyone on this plane knew each other.

It was a little noisy to begin with since some are catching up and some are chatting, so you put your earphones on the entire flight, and right when your third song on your playlist ended and the fourth one is about to start, you over hear the girls behind you.

“You need to cover for me when we get there.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can barely stand on my feet, and I’m really sore from last night.”

“Who did you spend the night with? I thought you were inviting me.”

“Taehyung and Jungkook. I passed out at the end.”

“You’re kidding.” 

So it is normal for girls to actually sleep with them and go around telling their friends like it’s totally okay. It’s starting to feel like a whore house, and it probably is.

You peak your head to look towards Jungkook and Taehyung, both of them are sleeping and even snoring. Of course they’re tired when they spend the previous night with the same girl. This is so fucked up.

Not long after you all get to the hotel to spend the only free hour you get before your day starts and you all head to the stadium for rehearsals. You’re surprised that the entire hotel is booked for the staff too and you luckily get your own room with one single bed, but who are you to complain? You always hated having roommates, so one bed is way better than having a roommate.

Right when you’re about to close the door a foot stops it from moving any further which startles you for a second before you open the door again. Of course it’s him, who’s been digging deep and moving around asking stylists which room you got. “Oh come on.” You whine.

“Can I come in?” He so politely and innocently asks, for a second you’d doubt he’s the same person who showed you an entire folder of girls begging him to do stuff to them. He doesn’t even step a foot further inside your room before you huff and roll your eyes. “Come in.”

He takes one last look to the corridor and walks in, the door automatically locking when it closes.

“What’s up?” You act occupied as you take out your skin care products to put onto the dresser. He plops down onto your bed and grabs the pillow to put under his head. “We have unfinished business.”

“Taehyung, don’t you take no for an answer?” You don’t even spare him a glance.

“Hey, If it makes you feel any better, I’m your friend and colleague, we’re around the same age, consider this as a friend helping another friend.” He shrugs and talks as if it’s that easy. “And if it makes you comfortable, I’m not filming you if you don’t want to.”

“Oh yeah, because filming me was the only problem.” You turn your head to the little coffee machine in the corner of your room and make yourself a cup, he doesn’t argue back which makes you wonder why, you turn your head and he’s literally digging into your handbag and taking out one of your bras.

“Kim fucking Taehyung.” You snatch your bra away from him. “Get out.”

“I knew you were a C cup.” He gets up onto his feet. “Look, I’m sorry if this made you uncomfortable, but I don’t know why you’re really over thinking it. It’s just a one time thing, we hook up and that’s it, no one has to even know.”

“You could easily lure any woman into bed and we both know it, but snatching away my bra and showing me your stupid kink and shit won’t get me into bed with you.” You put your bra back into your handbag and close it.

“Then tell me how.” He puts his hand into his pockets. “What could get Y/N to sleep with me?”

“Exactly, and it’s nothing, nothing could get me to sleep with you Taehyung, this is fucked up.”

“Money? How much and I’ll give it to you cash, right now.”

The audacity on this man.

“Oh my god, you’re making it even worse if you can’t tell. Get out.” You open the door to your room.

He huffs and walks towards the door to shut it again. “Okay, look, I’m sorry if this offended you I didn’t mean so. But again why are you rejecting it? Millions of women want to be in your place.”

“Yeah, I know, and I’m not one of those millions. Besides, how am I supposed to look at you again if we ever slept together?” You cross your arms.

“Like you’ve always looked at me.” He pouts. “Nothing will change, no strings attached, it’s just one night, is it my fault that I really want you to enjoy one night?”

You open the door again and look him in the eye, your coffee is already gone cold and you’re over this argument. He closes the door again and tugs your hair behind your ear, whispering softly. “Y/N.. I feel like you’re different, you’re nothing like other girls, you’re a really nice, sweet and attractive young lady that deserves to feel like a woman.”

It’s a little alarming to you that with such small physical contact with him could make you think about it seriously.

There’s nothing to lose, you’re a woman after all and you have your needs.

He promised you one night, no strings attached, and apparently he’s really good and he knows what he’s doing.

“Don’t you think you deserve to have at least one night of mind blowing sex?” He grins and grazes the back of his hand against your cheek. “We’re flying back to Seoul tomorrow night, I’ll give you enough time to think, and maybe I can have your phone number or something, we could stay in contact and probably discuss things while keeping it on the low key.”

“Discuss?” You squint your eyes.

“Yeah, we could talk, tell me what you like and how you like it, you know, stuff like that.” He elaborates, you sigh and look him in the eyes. “What if we happen to like different things?”

“Then I’m willing to let go of the things that I like just for your sake.” He crosses his fingers. “I’m a good boy I promise.”

“Fine.” You can’t believe yourself. You take your phone out of your back pocket and proceed to add him to your contacts, a satisfied smile lingers on his face and he even leans forward to print a kiss to your cheek. He’s totally buttering up his bread and he thinks he can get you to agree to this faster, but you’re smarter than him.

“You’re crossing the lines Taehyung.”

“Who cares about the damn lines, if we agree to this I’ll be kissing other things and you’ll want me to.” He opens the door to your room and walks out. “I’ll see you around.”

And indeed. After your one hour free time you all headed to the stadium for rehearsals, the concert was happening tomorrow but everyone needed orientation around the place.

During the entire day he never brought it up, neither look at you like he has been recently, he kept it professional with you in front of everyone and never spoke about it like it never happened.

You were scheduled to leave the stadium at around 11 in the evening, the girls decided on going out for dinner but you skipped, you had multiple coffees during your day and you don’t feel physically well, so you just head back to your hotel and take the elevator up to your room.

You gasp when you see him about to take the elevator and go down, you barely recognize him when he has a cap and a face mask on. “Oh, hey Y/N.” He so casually speaks.

“Hey, you’re going out?” Why did you even ask. He laughs softly and shakes his head. “No, I’m going downstairs to grab a bite from the buffet, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you going out?”

“I’m a little tired, I guess I’ll just go to sleep or something.” It feels like you’re talking to the Taehyung you’ve always known for the past years, nothing feels different so far.

He looks at the time on his wrist and looks back at you. “If you want to, I’ll grab something to eat quickly and come hang out with you, maybe we can talk about that thing.”

Yup, never mind.

“I think I’d rather sleep.” You walk out of the elevator and he walks in instead. “Come on, 10 minutes max, I won’t be late.”

You shouldn’t have asked him anything in the first place.

“You know, I don’t think it would be a good idea if you and I stayed alone in one room.”

“Don’t worry, we’re not going to spice things up, we’re just hanging out discussing things, like other colleagues do.” He presses the button on the elevator. “I’ll see you later.”

And the elevator door closes before you could even shoo him away for the evening. He’s just going to come up to your room later and you know he’ll force himself inside.

You click the key card to your room and immediately change to your pajamas, you even turn off the lights and hope he thinks you’re asleep by the time he knocks at your door.

Thankfully time passed by and he never knocked. But instead he went back to his room and decided to text you.

1:54 | KTH:

Couldn’t come by sorry

1:54 | KTH:

Are you still awake?

1:54 | KTH

Wanna come over to my room 😉

KTH sent a photo

KTH sent a video

Of course he can see your read receipts, he knows you’re awake and he even lured you further into the conversation by sending you a photo and a video that you rush to open.

He’s not exactly there in the photo, the picture is taken of his TV turned on and he’s under the blanket, you can only see his covered legs from above the blanket, nothing too special.

The video is what makes your ears buzz, you find yourself pressing your thighs closer to each other, when he palms what seems to be his erection from above the blanket, and holy fuck was he big or were you hallucinating. You turn the volume up and you can hear his breath changing with every stroke of his cock. He inserts his hand under the blanket and strokes his cock before flipping the camera to his face and smiling like nothing happened.

Luckily that video is on replay, so it keeps replaying on its own unless you swipe it away, you don’t know what possesses you, you put your phone down against the used coffee cup from earlier and pull your pants down, your hand travels down to your folds and you touch yourself, delivering circular continues rubs to your clit and teasing your entrance with your middle and ring finger.

You spit onto your fingers and move further down again to rub your clit faster this time, your shoulders tensing and your hand already growing tired. It always takes you so long to get to your edge and you need a stimulant more than just a stupid photo or a video. Your other hand moves to grab your breasts out of your top and you pinch your nipple and squeeze onto your flesh. “Mmm.” Your eyes are piercing through your phone screen but your stupid screen saver decides on locking your phone which makes you whine desperately. “Ugh.” You grab your phone and unlock it, of course the video is gone.

2:03 | KTH:

Like what you see?

Has it been 9 minutes already?

Your fingers rush to type on the screen.

2:03 | You:

🙄

2:04 | You:

Mister kim is spending a night alone how weird

2:04 | KTH:

Mister Kim?

2:04 | KTH:

You can keep calling me mister kim if you want to 😉

You bite onto your fingernails, wanting to send a risky text but you’re so unsure. Your fingers hover over the screen and you proceed to type, but quickly delete what you wrote.

2:05 | KTH:

Want me to send you more? Maybe you can send me some

And of course this is off the table, you’re not going to send him nudes not because you’re against sending them generally, but you’re against sending nudes to him. Your pictures may end up in a folder on his phone like any other woman.

2:06 | You:

Goodnight.

Taehyung has been dealing with women like you for years now, he can see and expect any behavior that you may project and this is one of these situations. You sending him goodnight didn’t quite literally mean goodnight. He knows you want this to happen but you’re still in denial and you don’t know that yourself.

So of course, without thinking twice, he opens the camera on his phone and this time pulls the blanket down a little just to reveal the tip of his cock that’s pressed against his stomach. He grabs the massage oil to pump some onto his long fingers and strokes his angry dick again.

The man has been with so many women that he built a stamina that no regular woman can take, he can go for hours and women even beg him to cum just so they can rest, he was animalistic and it was out of this world, hence women actually passing out when sleeping with him. Stroking his cock alone won’t get him to his end and he could easily calm his erection without having to cum, the self control on this man is incredible.

 He touches the red circle on his phone screen and starts filming, clearly teasing you and showing you only the tip, his cock all glistening from the massage oil. It was quiet around his hotel room, and the only thing that’s heard in the video is the sound of stroking heard clearly when it’s this slippery, and the sounds he was unbelievably good at faking, little whimpers and moans, his breath hitching and even swear words escaping his lips. “Fuck.. Mm, Y/N, this is all for you.”

The video was sent to you, and you don’t hesitate to open it, this time actually positioning yourself on the bed and grabbing out one of the thickest makeup brushes you have on hand, wetting it with your mouth and slowly teasing your entrance before pushing it inside. The video starts and your fingers abruptly move to turn up the volume. Your body instantly heats up and reacts upon the sounds you hear, and holy fuck you can clearly see the tip, and it looks fucking edible at this moment.

You cannot believe this is happening and you feel your face even heating up, is it embarrassment? You can’t tell, it may be embarrassment but hey you’re not the one sending nudes he is. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Well except the fact that you’re masturbating to a video of him.

You hear your name and in a click of a button, your stomach tightens and your back arches, your hand moves faster to insert the back of the makeup brush further inside your thirsty pussy as you chase your orgasm. Even when the brush was cold and it practically didn’t feel like skin nor had the size of an actual dick but it was enough for you to let go.

Your chest heaves and your legs shut tightly around your hand and the video still plays on your phone that’s still nesting in your other hand, your eyes locked onto the screen afraid that you can’t see the same shot anymore when you swipe away.

The last bit of self control of you finally washes into your body and you swipe away, you can’t deny you immediately regret but you had to swipe away at some point.

2:35 | KTH:

I thought I’d hear u cum but I didn’t L

Your body stiffens and you immediately get up onto your feet, the makeup brush slips out of your vagina down onto the floor and you rush to see through the peephole and immediately cover your mouth with your hand when you see him standing there on his phone, leaned against your door and still texting you. Your hand that’s holding your phone is leaned against the door so with every text he send it vibrates and the entire door vibrates with it which makes him look at the peephole from his side.

And holy fuck at this point you’re terrified. Luckily your room is dark and he can’t see anything, but he knows you’re watching him. You rush to grab your pants and put them back on and get under your blanket. As if he’s going to open the door at any second and hurt you.

You shut your eyes tightly trying to avoid looking at your phone screen but you eventually do.

2:38 | KTH:

Sent you 9 messages.

The door to your room knocks and you actually gasp, covering your mouth again but the entire floor was so quiet and empty that if a needle fell everyone would hear it.

You get up onto your feet and put on a jacket to cover yourself even when your pajama wasn’t revealing at all, you just put your jacket on for protection. You look through the peephole one last time before you open up and he almost stumbles because he leaned his entire body weight against the door. “Hey, I thought you’d never open.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” You hug your jacket closer to your chest and cross your arms, “What’s up?” He asks with a smirk on his face as he walks inside your room and closes the door behind him, “So what did it feel like?”

“Hmm?” You open the mini fridge and grab water out for yourself to take a few sips. He chuckles and puts his hands into his pockets. “Y/N baby, I know your body more than you do. Your face has the afterglow and you’re not breathing regularly, and your lips are blood red. What did it feel like when you made yourself cum to the video?”

“Taehyung I—“

“What did you like the most? The sounds or your name actually being called when I’m jerking off to you?” He plops down on your bed and throws his phone down on the nightstand.

“I’m not breathing regularly because you’re over here past midnight spying on my door.” You sit across the room, maintaining a good amount of space between you two. “And please don’t call me baby, I’m not your baby.”

He rolls his eyes and huffs. “We’re just chatting, trust me I’m not going to touch you if you don’t give me your consent I promise, besides I-- Hey, what’s that?”

His eyes land on the makeup brush that’s dropped down onto your floor, and the glistening tip is what caught his attention. “What do you mean, this is a makeup brush.” You rush to stand up and run towards it but he’s faster than you are, he picks it up from the floor and a smirk sits on his face, fuck he even grabs it closer to smell it and he knows what this smell is. But yours was sweeter and truly different from other smells.

“Would you look at that.” He scoffs. “A makeup brush? Really?”

“Stop.” You bite onto your own teeth and you approach him to snatch it away, but again he’s faster. He licks the tip of the brush once and smacks his tongue into his mouth before swallowing. “Mm.”

Your entire body freezes when you watch him savor it, he licks  the tip of the brush clean with his eyes closed, you thought your body would react to it but none, you’re standing there stiff right before him when he gets up onto his feet. He opens his eyelids and his gaze meets yours, his pair of tight sleepy eyes gazing right through yours. “You taste heavenly.” He grabs your hand and puts the brush into it before leaving your room and closing the door behind him. The second you hear  the auto lock on the door you drop down to your bed with the brush in your hand.

Trails of his saliva are visible on the end of it and you cannot help but pull it closer to your mouth and lick it after him. You’re fucked.

You wake up the morning after wishing you could forget what happened last night. You’re pretty sure you’re embarrassed and ashamed at the fact that you got caught. You didn’t want this to happen to begin with, how are you supposed to look at him when you have to spend the entire day with him?

You pack your handbag and hand it to the hotel staff, you’re going straight from the stadium to the airport so you had to be ready and they took your bag to load the bus with the rest of the luggage.

“I don’t get it, we left the hotel at the same time, he’s supposed to be here.” Mira whines. The entire staff was ready and he wasn’t there yet. “The sound check is in less than an hour—“

“We know the schedule Mira, please just Shush.” You woke up on the wrong side of the bed and you weren’t ready to hear any whining, “Yeah Mira. I’m here give yourself a break.” Taehyung walks from behind you and gets seated onto the chair. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Mira alone responds and proceeds to blow dry his hair while you take out your kit and completely ignore the man seated on the chair in front of you.

He’s trying to look at you sneakily but he’s keeping his promise, no one is going to know anything so he’s not going to be doing anything suspicious to the rest of the staff. “Are you feeling better today?” He asks politely.

“Me?” You point to yourself unsure if he’s talking to you, and he blinks his eyes in a “Yes.” Before speaking. “You weren’t feeling well when I saw you in the elevator last night.”

“Yeah, she didn’t join us for dinner, are you feeling well?” Leah asks while she’s working on Seokjin’s hair.

“Oh yes, I went to bed early and I’m doing well today.” You force a smile on your face and grab out the little bag that had all your makeup brushes.  That brush is the first thing you see when you open the tiny purse and it reminds you in case you forgot, that you were caught masturbation last night.

“You can start Y/N. I need to get a new bottle of hairspray from downstairs.” Mira puts her stuff down and walks away leaving you to work on Taehyung’s face.

“Can I ask you something?” He looks around before whispering and you answer him right away. “Nope.” Which makes him pout. You roll your eyes and start dabbing primer onto his face. “What do you want?”

“Did you really throw away the thing I got you?”

“Well, I’m planning to.” You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue, he shrugs and whispers. “What you did yesterday would feel ten times better if you actually use the gift.”

“I don’t do butt stuff Taehyung.” You argue right away, still low enough for only you two to hear. He looks at you while squinting his eyes. “Who said anything about butt stuff?”

“You sent me a butt plug, don’t try and act oblivious, the gift didn’t send itself.” You grab his chin to throw his head back. “Silly, it wasn’t a butt plug, it was a vibrator.”

His face is right there you can easily slap him and make a scene, it’ll cost you your job but who cares.

“Don’t look  at me like that.” He scoffs. “Text me when you get home tonight I’ll show you how to use it.”

“I know how a vibrator works Taehyung thank you. Now would you stop moving I can’t blend the concealer well.” You try hard to change the topic, but the idiot grabs your purse of makeup brushes and takes out that brush and hands it to you. “Here, I think this one will do.”

Your gaze meets his for a couple seconds before he looks down at your lips and bites his own, totally imagining your lips swollen from all the kissing, the picture of you choking onto his dick that he drew in his head is now chasing him whenever he lays his eyes onto you.

Maybe you being mean to him made him actually want to have you more than before, you’re unlike them, other girls from your staff didn’t even think twice before hooking up with him. But you being a tough cookie made him ready to beg just to be with you even if it was just once.

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I’ll Make You A Star | kth [m.list]

❝do you want to be a fucking star?❞

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

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

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

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

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reckless serenade (kth)

i’ve been trying to figure out exactly what it is i need // called up to listen to the voice of reason // and got the answering machine

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader Type: One-Shot - Sequel to The Bad Thing drabble. Summary: Your husband hasn’t looked at you in months, but his co-worker, Kim Taehyung, can’t take his eyes off you. Word Count: 4K, with 2K+ being smut, lmao. Content: SMUT - 18+; Taehyung's POV; infidelity; reader's husband really is just The Worst; oral sex (m and f receiving); multiple orgasms; face-sitting; penetrative sex (p in v); tbh it doesn't explicitly state whether it's protected or unprotected sex, so??; moral quandaries; Taehyung gets his own fucking warning tbh. A/N: This Taehyung is back by popular demand. This picks up where the drabble left off, so go read that if you haven’t! Actual note and tags are at the end :)

You’d returned to the table separately, several minutes apart, to quell suspicion.

As it turned out, the subtlety hadn’t been unnecessary. Nobody batted an eye when Taehyung sat down after a prolonged absence; and, as expected, your husband’s lecherous gaze hadn’t left the waitress long enough to find you missing. So, when you’d slid back into the seat at Taehyung’s side, no one knew your dirty little secret.

Secrets. Plural.

Park Ji-won might never know that you’d just orgasmed thrice, only a few meters away behind an unlocked door. Or that Taehyung’s orgasm was still lingering where he left it, staining the inside of your little lace panties. Or that the wedding ring he’d bought for his pretty, young bride was still in Taehyung’s pocket, rolling between the fingers that now knew you inside and out.

Definitely not that you’d left that ring in Taehyung’s possession with the promise of retrieving it after dinner — if you even wanted that tacky thing back in the first place.

When the bill came, Taehyung’s co-workers — your husband included — whined like petulant fucking children that the twelve bottles of liquor they’d consumed were fully accounted for. Out of habit, Taehyung glowered and turned to see how you were reacting, only to find that you’d done the same.

There was a wry smile tugging at your lips when you whispered, “Well, well, well… if it isn’t the consequences of their own actions.”

He’d snorted into his glass of water, watched his life flash before his eyes, and — thankfully — managed to swallow down his laughter before he could choke on it.

Is this the personality your husband misses out on, listening to everyone but you?

Taehyung, keeper of the company’s black card, bowed to the waitress as he handed it over. She’d smiled at him — the first genuine one he’d seen from her all night — and scurried off to close out what had likely been one of the worst shifts of her life thus far.

Normally, he’d feel the same: eager to leave and get the fuck away from the ghouls he already spent too much time with. So annoyed by their lack of manners and restraint that his rage would carry him out the door, to his car, and home again without either foot seeming to come in contact with the ground. He’d levitate this time, too, but for different reasons.

Instead, Taehyung flew home on thoughts of you. He’d replayed the way you shivered when he pulled your chair out for you and helped you into your coat. Like a rose petal in his palm, so fucking delicate, he’d carried the memory of your hand bumping innocently against his on his way out the door. And as he drove, he thought of what you’d said under your breath.

Am I a consequence of your husband’s actions, too?

Taehyung has been home for two hours now, and he still doesn’t know what the fuck to do with himself. 

He doesn’t bother turning on the television; he’d never be able to focus on whatever would end up flashing across the screen. He doesn’t pick up one of the many books in that untouched, yet ever-growing pile on his coffee table. His gaze keeps flicking hopefully towards his front door, as if staring at it with intention will manifest you on the other side. 

What if you changed your mind? What if you'd been caught out? What the hell was Taehyung supposed to do with your wedding ring if you never came back for it? 

Fuck. Shit! Motherfu— 

His catastrophizing is cut short by a quiet knock on the door. Three shy taps in quick succession, they mirror the way Taehyung’s heart is thudding against his rib cage. He ignores the anticipation turning cartwheels in his stomach as he pushes himself off the couch and makes his way to you. 

Even though you’d announced your intentions earlier, Taehyung is still semi-shocked when he opens the door and sees you standing on his doorstep. The look in your eyes tells him that you’re surprised, too. At yourself, maybe, for following this rabbit hole down to the bottom. Or at him, because he hadn’t used any of the past two hours to change from his suit into something less stuffy. 

You did change, he notes immediately. You’ve traded in your dress and stilettos for active wear; and Taehyung really might die now, jealous of leggings that smooth over your curves like water. It’s the comfort that really has him fucked up, though. The hair in a loose knot on top of your head, the barely-there stain of pink on your lips now that your lipstick has been discarded. 

“There you are,” He hums with a tilt of his head. There on his doorstep; there in real time; there in what he can guess is your usual state. Fucking perfect. “Wasn’t sure if you changed your mind.” 

You cross your arms, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, and tilt your head just the same. “I didn't,” you breeze, “I was conducting an endurance test.” 

“Oh?” Taehyung chuckles softly, “Do tell.” 

“I wanted to see how long I could tolerate sitting home, alone, without even a texted excuse – and without going out of my mind.” 

“Two hours? Impressive.” 

“Forty-five minutes,” You correct him, eyes twinkling, “I just got really, really lost on my way here.” 

“Even more impressive.” Taehyung grins as he opens the door and steps aside to invite you in.  

You slink through the gap; and he can’t tell if the way you brush against him is intentional or not. Then, you toe off your sneakers and leave them on the mat next to the door. You look up at him, but he’s still looking at your shoes.  

Plausible deniability, he realizes. Just in case tonight is the first night that your husband cares where you are — out on a run. 

Taehyung pushes the thought away, tears his gaze off of those Nikes, and refocuses on you. Ignoring the million things he wants to do to you, he nods up the hall to his kitchen. “Care for a drink? I’ve got an incredible bottle of Bordeaux from Pomerol.” 

“Just one bottle?” Your tiny smirk weakens his resolve even further. If he didn't love these little exchanges so much, he'd be worshipping you by now. “Not twelve?” 

The most perplexing thing about you isn’t how quick-witted you are. Taehyung’s seen it in every conversation he’s ever had with you; and he waits patiently for it, every time. The twist is how subtle you are with your little quips. Perfectly understated, they’ll fly right under the radar of anyone who doesn’t expect them.  

Does your husband even know to look?

He leads and you follow until you’re both standing in his kitchen. You take in your surroundings while you nibble thoughtfully on your bottom lip. Taehyung digs through a poorly organized drawer for a corkscrew he’s not sure he even owns.

Now, he’s nervous. This is the part where you find out he’s not a wine guy. He spent every step here praying that you wouldn’t ask him a single question about that Bordeaux because he couldn’t tell you a goddamn thing about it — except that it was a gift from a client, and that he hadn’t opened it because he prefers beer. 

You, on the other hand, enjoy wine. If you do end up drinking at the firm events you attend, that’s what you choose. While your husband is off somewhere, drowning in hard liquor, Taehyung is laughing with you and your glass at a table. When the night’s over, he replays the sight of your tongue darting out over your lips, collecting the excess maroon that lingers when you pull your glass away. 

Taehyung can’t point out Pomerol on a map and, as it turns out, he can barely operate a wine-opener. Thankfully, you have your back turned and your eyes fixed on the wall calendar full of shit he intends to blow off. You don’t glance back at him until, with a pop, he finally yanks the mangled cork from the bottle’s neck. 

Before he can turn to the counter and grab two wine glasses from the rack hanging overhead, you’re already on task. On tiptoe, reaching up, up, up, you let out a frustrated whine when you still come up short. On instinct, Taehyung steps into the space behind you. You lean back against him while he secures one glass in each hand; he feels the heat radiating off your body and nearly drops them.

Not that he would mind.

It’s so hard to give a shit about this wine with the curve of your ass so near to his dick, but he’s a better host than he is a co-worker, so he slips away to pour you a drink. Once he’s finished, he holds yours out to you.

If he were drunk by now, he could’ve blamed it on the alcohol, but he swears there’s a faint crackle of electricity when your fingertips brush against his. 

You close your eyes and inhale through your nose. “Mmm,” you hum appreciatively, eyes re-opening to blink up at him, “Smells incredible, doesn’t it?” 

Taehyung has no fucking clue because he forgot to fill a glass for himself. He doesn’t care if you notice, either; he’s too transfixed by the sight of your lips parting as you bring your glass to your mouth. You take that burgundy in, the column of your throat bobs as you swallow, and he’s waiting for it – waiting for it – waiting for it... 

It’s such an innocent action, the tip of your tongue swiping over your lip, but it sets off something primal in him.  

Bordering on feral, Taehyung sets his still-empty glass back on the granite surface of the island and takes four, wide steps to you. A little gasp tumbles out when his hands claim your waist, but it isn’t surprise. Pupils suddenly blown wide, it’s want that prompts you to discard your drink beside his and tangle both hands in his hair. 

Though he’s wanted to for years, this is the first time Taehyung has ever kissed you. It’s carnal. You kiss him back, and it’s all clicking teeth, whimpers, and desperate, clinging fingers. Insatiable, too, and it tastes like fancy French wine.  

You’re starving for it, he knows, and you whine when his tongue leaves yours lonely. That pout could convince him, without a word, to rob a bank at gunpoint.

Who the fuck would leave you home alone? 

“Angel,” Taehyung pants, locking eyes with you. He runs the pad of his thumb over your flushed cheek and feels the way you shiver. “I’m not above fucking you in this kitchen, but after fucking you in a public restroom, I think you’ve earned a bit more comfort than that.”

“Oh, fuck – just like that, angel. Shit!"

You’re on your knees between his spread legs with his throbbing length down your throat and your hair flicked over your shoulder. It’d all spilled from your top-knot a while ago, and Taehyung remains thankful for the shitty construction of that elastic band. Now, he has some part of you to hold while the rest of your body is out of reach.  

Every instinct is telling Taehyung to throw his head back against the pillow – with his eyes screwed shut and his mouth hanging open – but then he’d miss the way you keep looking up at him under dark eyelashes. Wet eyes blink as your ravenous mouth works magic, and goddamn, this talent has been going to waste for years. 

If he lets your ministrations continue, he’ll be dead long before he can pay you back – with interest. Buried before he can thank you properly for your service with his face between your thighs. So, Taehyung swallows hard, cards his fingers through your hair, and gently guides you off of him. 

He’s committed a lot of sins in the past six hours, but interrupting your medal-worthy exhibition feels like the worst of them. 

Your voice is a bit hoarse from how much of him you’d taken and how’d deeply you taken him. Wiping at the spit that slicks your chin, you look self-conscious when you rasp, “Is something wrong?” 

“No,” Taehyung shakes his head firmly though most – definitely not all – of him feels like gelatin. “Fuck no, sweets. That’s why I have to stop you.” 

Sitting back on your knees, you pout, and he melts. He’s already spent too much time wondering how your husband can leave you on the sidelines – but that was before Taehyung knew what face you make when you don’t get your way.  

Goodbye world, he thinks. He’ll never get out of this bed as long as you’re in it.

He beckons you with a curl of his finger, wholly unprepared for the ramifications of his decision to do so. Now, you’re straddling him, hovering overhead with your face mere centimeters away from his. You lean in when he cradles your jaw in his hand. So sweet, you smile a little when you feel the tickle of his breath warm your lips. 

“Ride me.”

Taehyung can’t help himself; he’s nearly pleading. You smirk and move your hand down towards the cock leaking all over his stomach. He reaches out, taps under your chin, and stops you in your tracks. You burn pink when he clarifies, “Not there.” 

This idea has you frozen in place. Worse, there’s a speck of anxiety blooming in your eyes; and Taehyung doesn’t have to guess why. He’ll add this to the infinite list of ways Park Ji-won has fucking failed you. 

Taehyung was already propped up on his elbow, but now he sits up fully to meet you where you are. “Hey,” he murmurs, stroking his thumb over your chin before kissing you, “Only if it’s what you want. For what it’s worth –”  

Fuck, you look so shy.

He kisses you again. “I want you to fuck yourself on my tongue –” And again. “Until you’ve taken back every orgasm –” Another kiss, and you whimper, “You’ve been deprived of.” 

When Taehyung’s eyes flicker back to yours, there’s a new sense of determination burning in your irises. Even better, there’s a brief twitch in your jaw as you place your palm against his bare chest and push him back down against the mattress.

You’re a force of nature every day of the week, but as you crawl over him, it’s the most powerful he’s ever seen you look. 

Your hands take hold of the headboard as you lower yourself down towards his mouth, which is already watering at the mere thought of tasting you. Pausing with your slick center just out of his reach, you glance down at Taehyung. He tilts his head to the side, nips playfully at your inner thigh, then soothes the sting with a slow swipe from his tongue. 

He doesn’t say a word, but you hear him, nonetheless. Keep going. You do, and you both groan when his mouth meets your cunt.

Finally.

Tongue teasing at your clit, Taehyung’s hands on your thighs pull you down harder. He refuses to accept the shyness keeping distance between you. No, he demands your full weight; all of you.  

Angel that you are, you acquiesce and grant permission for him to devour you fully. Taehyung can’t hear you keening over the suckling, slurping, and panting, but he can feel it in the way your thigh muscles clench around his head. 

His name rings out clear as a bell, though, right before your whole body begins to shake. 

“F-fuck!” You squeak, crumpling forward.  

Taehyung suspects that your orgasm is too heavy to face sitting upright, but whatever the reason is, it’s bringing your fluttering cunt closer and closer to him; and he has no plans to stop at one. Spit-slicked and gushing over his mouth, the way you begin to grind against him says that you aren’t tapping out, either. 

It’s a start, but he wants more from you. To coax it out, Taehyung pushes his fingertips deeper into the flesh of your legs and pleads with you to give him everything you have. You listen – so fucking well – and drop one hand from the headboard to grip his hair.

Yes, he screams inside his head. Use me, angel, just like that. And you do, rolling your hips against his mouth, tugging at his curls until he feels that incredible sting at his roots. 

You come a second time with his tongue darting inside your hole, nose brushing against your clit. Insatiable, both of you, he forces out a third before those aftershocks can even subside. 

Taehyung gasps for air when you wriggle away from him. You’re equally out-of-breath when you collapse sideways onto the bed and rest your trembling body against his. When he turns his head to look over at you, he expects to find you with your eyes closed, fully spent. Instead, despite your fluttering eyelids, you stare right back at him. 

The way your fingertip traces soft spirals across his chest has his brain spinning, too. For reasons he can’t explain, that delicate touch feels infinitely more intimate than the million ways he’s touched you over the course of the night. It’s the most at-peace he’s felt, too, but you throw a curveball to keep him on his toes. 

“Not tired already, are you?” You tease with a devilish grin before placing a kiss on his bicep. When he laughs incredulously at you – you minx – you keep those little kisses coming until they're trailing up the curve of his shoulder. 

Taehyung is a firm believer in showing, not simply telling. Catching you completely off-guard, he rolls over until you’re pinned beneath him, head caged between his arms. Your surprise left you in a gasp, but the shock has already given way when he ducks down to nibble at the side of your neck.

You moan when he nips at your earlobe; you miss the way he smirks against your skin because your eyes have fluttered shut again. Who's tired now? He growls low from his chest to recapture your attention, “How do you want it, beautiful?” 

Everywhere, all the time, like I do? 

Taehyung suckles at a spot below your jaw, and he doesn’t give a fuck if your husband finds his calling card. You don’t either, it seems; you whimper and roll your head to the side to increase his access. 

You keen as you place your hands on his shoulder and dig your nails into his skin, “Dealer’s choice, just – please fuck me.” It sounds close enough to a cry when you continue, “I need you inside of me – now.” 

How could he ever say no when you beg like that? 

Your poor thighs have been through enough, so Taehyung keeps you where you are: nestled underneath him with your heaving chest brushing against his with every breath. You spread your legs to create space for him, then cross your ankles behind his back when you feel his tip tease at your entrance. 

He has to fight to keep his eyes open when he enters you; unwilling to miss a second of the way your mouth falls open, even though you’re too vexed to audibly moan. He’s not – not yet, anyway – and he can't keep quiet when your wet heat envelops him.  

Slowly to start, Taehyung grinds against you, pushing his cock further into your cunt until he’s buried to the hilt.  “Holy shit,” he grunts.

You’re dripping. There are rivulets of you spilling over his length, coating him all the way down. Still, your walls grip him tightly enough to dot stars behind his eyelids. Squeezing, daring him to move but fighting him as he tries to leave. You’ll milk him dry, sooner rather than later.

“I’ll never get over this – could fuck you every day, and it wouldn’t be enough.” 

Whimpers spill out of you as he continues to rut against you, stretch you open for him. Your nails dig half-moons into his arms, and they sting, but Taehyung wants every single souvenir you’re willing to give him. He’d archive every touch if he could; play every mewl of yours on a loop, and savor the way it feels when you orgasm around his cock. 

“So, don’t stop,” You pant, gripping his jaw and pulling him close enough to kiss. Against his lips, you repeat your demand, “Don’t ever stop.” 

Taehyung is still trying to determine which version of you has him most fucked in the head.

He thought it was you and your little, black dress and heels. The version of you that followed the man who took your wedding ring into a public restroom; fucked him; and then left without your ring.

Then, he met the version of you that dresses down for clandestine, extra-marital dick appointments. A dark horse, certainly, but then there's the one who wore nothing at all; who shook, and cried, and came all over his face.

The best thing, he realizes, came last.

It's you in his crewneck, towel-drying your hair in his bathroom while he brushes his teeth. You, saying you'll stay – just this once – because you know for a fact that your husband never came home. You with your chin resting on his chest as your sleepy gaze struggles to focus on him.

Taehyung had figured that you were too tired to speak, so you startle him with your voice; even more so with the deep frown working its way over your face. With how much you shrink when you say, "I think I'm a bad person."

"Why, because you're here?"

You nod. His heart drops, though not because he didn't expect this. Rubbing gentle circles into your back, Taehyung inhales, deep in thought. There's a lot he wants to say, but significantly less that he can even begin to articulate. He can't say the quiet part out loud, even though it's screaming through his skull.

Maybe if your husband was a good person, you wouldn't be where you are right now. Maybe if he loved you, he would be home to notice that you weren't.

He tries his best, sighing, "I think people are a lot more complicated than that."

This thought catches your attention. Your chin digs into him slightly as you tilt your curious head to the side. Cute.

He continues, "I think we're given a hand of cards – some of them great, most of them shitty – and we do our best to play them well. You know, to the extent that we can."

"Do you really believe that, or are you trying to make me feel better?" You smirk, playfully tugging at the waistband of his boxers.

Taehyung exhales forcefully through his nose and tucks a runaway strand of damp hair behind your ear, "Does it matter?"

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A/N: So, by now, you've noticed that the original drabble and this fic are both in Tae's POV. I did not want to tell the reader how to feel about this. I wanted it to be as open-to-interpretation as possible, and I really, really, really wanna know what y'all think about the thing I didn't clarify: Do you think (1) they actually have feelings for each other; (2) Taehyung loves the idea of her and feels like he's "saving" her; (3) Reader just wants to be wanted, for once; or (4) it's a combination of things? HMMMM.

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[seokjinsonlyone]

this how i think bts would be if you were pregnant

namjoon:

he’s kind of clumsy and brutish by nature so he would try his absolute hardest to be quiet gentle and out of the way when it comes to you

reads to your baby every night once their hearing develops; goes through tons of children’s books and buys the ones that have all the messages and lessons he wants his child to learn so you now have a very large carefully curated library in the nursery

your pregnancy becomes his new j hope like he’s gonna mention it at every given opportunity whether it’s related to the topic at hand or not

comes back with a new baby item every time you send him to the store; you have to draw the line once he starts buying jars of baby food just bc they’re cute and little

not too keen on going into the whole birthing thing blind so he persuades you into taking lamaze classes with him

seokjin:

has one of them pregnancy apps downloaded and updates you each week on which fruit your baby is the size of

thinks it’s unfair how you get unlimited time with your baby and demands he get one on one time with them; makes you put on headphones and play music so he can spend time and talk with them without you intruding

puts himself in charge of your diet; looks up different ingredients that are supposed to be good for you and the baby and makes recipes centered around that; feels guilty bc every once in a while he cooks something that baby decides they do NOT like at ALL and it makes you sick

once your baby starts kicking he lets them make final decisions on things y’all can’t or don’t feel like deciding on; what shirt should he wear today? baby chooses. can’t choose a restaurant for dinner? baby chooses. accent color for the nursery? baby chooses.

tbh his favorite thing about you being pregnant is that when y’all go out he gets to park in the spaces that be up front for expecting mothers

yoongi:

when you get to be too much for him he always threatens that he’s gonna go to the store to “get milk”

all you’d have to do is give him a theme and a color scheme for the nursery and he’d take care of the rest; would give your baby the childhood room of your dreams

always 10 steps ahead in planning; like you’re trying to figure out if it’s acceptable go out with your jeans unbuttoned bc they is not fastening no matter how hard you try and he’s trying to figure out if y’all should move bc he likes the school that’s zoned for the neighborhood 5 blocks away

tries to act all nonchalant but every time he talks about you and your baby his hand ends up clutching his chest and he has this undeniably soft fond smile etched across his face

daily foot and back massages and belly rub downs with stretch mark cream

hoseok:

most likely to get on your nerves; like most of time he is rainbows and sunshine and the absolute light of your life; but he gon catch you on the wrong day, a day when you’re already in a bad mood and your back hurts and your feet are swollen and he’s gon be hopping around making sound effects and you’re gonna absolutely lose it; he’ll try not to take it personally but you’re gonna have to give him quite a few kisses and cuddles to make up for your raging

would be even more terrified than you if you ever fell; like after the shock's worn off and you're calm again he's definitely gonna make you go to the hospital just to make sure everything's okay even if you told him you felt fine

carries the sonogram in his wallet front and center in the space where his ID should be for easy access to show any and everyone who asks about how you’re doing

buys all kinds of designer things for your baby; you have to beg him to stop spending thousands of dollars on clothes and shoes that are only gonna fit for a month and a half at best

has more of a nesting phase than you i think; like nursery is fully completed, go bag is ready, baby’s clothes are washed and organized, all the little gadgets, diaper genies, bottle warmers, etc are set up and placement tested for maximum efficiency by month 6

jimin:

the type to be uncomfortable with you doing anything; like if it was up to him you’d be in bed the entire time; you have to remind him that you’re pregnant not dead but you take it easy and let him help you as much as possible to ease his nerves

thinks it’s cute when you start needing help to stand up; sometimes he’ll just sit back giggling and watch for a while as you try to get up on your own before stepping in and helping you; videos the experience nd shows it to his friends

goes to every one of your doctor’s appointment with a notebook full of questions about your’s and the baby’s health and writes all the answers down very meticulously

spends like 3 hours building the crib for the nursery; there’s so much grunting going on that you’re concerned HE might be going into labor; gets inside the crib after he’s finally finished building it to prove to you how sturdy it is; ends up taking a nap inside of it bc he didn’t realize how laborious it was gonna he

completely empathetic to your experience so he’s up when you’re up no matter how late it is; will literally get up at 4am to get you a bottle of water and make you a snack and rubs your shoulders and back until you can fall asleep again

taehyung:

his hand stays on your belly the whole 9 months; like you’ll be 6 weeks looking completely regular trying to keep it a Secret until you make it out your first trimester but everyone is suspicious bc taehyung will just come up and start rubbing your tummy whenever he sees you

tries on your nursing bra and would be walking around the house flipping the cover off showing you his nipples at odd times

starts picking out names immediately; at the end of the day he’s always gonna yield to you bc he wants you to be happy but he really really wants to name his child

plays so much classical music bc he heard it makes the baby smarter that you start to feel like you live in the 18th century

knows he isn’t the best at cooking but wants to be better for his baby so he spends like 2 weeks perfecting his baby formula bottle making method

jungkook:

doesn’t understand how anyone could have the type of cravings you have but his curiosity is too strong and he tries each of one them; finds the peanut butter covered pickles absolutely disgusting but rocks with the dessert pasta

starts calling you ms penguin bc of the way you waddle walk when your belly gets too big

lactation kink

would be deep diving on the internet researching various things about pregnancy and then spend the next 4 months trying to convince you to do a water birth bc he thinks it would be “cool”

sits bam down and has a conversation with him about how he’s gonna have a baby brother or sister and what’s gonna be expected of him when the time comes; it’s definitely more of a pep talk for him than the dog

a/n: me posting this is just as much of a surprise to me as it is to you anyway 🫣 thoughts comments concerns are welcome

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[sunnebeam]

fall from grace.

DRABBLE.

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

warnings: smut (are we even surprised at this point? as usual, minors do not interact), unprotected sex (bc of the time period, but in this day & age please use protection), royal au, mentions of actively trying for a child, other warnings withheld due to possible spoilers

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: finally!!! this cute lil drabble completes my 'smut with storylines' collection (which is basically just an unofficial collection of smutty drabbles i wrote for each member lol). anyways, enjoy reading and don't forget to share ur thoughts! ^^

The kingdom's people call you the Peasant Queen.

Some say it in jest, some say it with affection. But you believe a majority say it in disdain.

A lowly peasant as the Queen? A former palace servant as the King's beloved wife? A complete disgrace!

A number of people chalk it up to a love potion. Others point to a curse. Some say you resorted to black magic to bewitch the King. And the crazier the theory becomes, the more they pin the blame on you.

But in truth, you never wanted to become the Queen. Never asked to be and never expected to be. But your husband, King Taehyung, always knew you were going to be one.

"Is everything to your liking, my love?"

You turn your head to your husband's voice, your eyes softening when you see his boxy smile. You nod at his question, turning your gaze back to the windows of your shared chambers, where you can see from a distance the extravagant floral arrangements you had insisted on for the palace gardens.

"Everything is perfect, my King," you respond, feeling his arms wrap around your waist and his hard chest against your back.

"Good," he says simply. As long as you're happy, he supposes he can be happy as well.

"Thank you, my King," you suddenly say, turning in his arms and wrapping your arms around his neck. "Thank you for helping me commemorate today's significance."

His smile hardens but you don't notice.

"Of course, my love."

Your smile widens.

"He would have loved the flowers," you mumble, your smile never faltering.

His eye twitches but you don't catch it.

"I'm sure he would have, my love," he murmurs. "After all, he always used to love what was mine."

"What was that, my King?"

"Nothing, my love," Taehyung mutters then leans his forehead against yours. The both of you stay like that for a few moments, quiet and leaning against each other, before he asks you, "Have you drank your tea for the day?"

Warmth rushes to your cheeks at the mention of the tea that's supposed to help with fertility and conception. You nod, confirming that you have indeed already drank the concoction.

He smirks, his hands reaching for your garment and removing it from your body. The action still makes you bashful no matter how many times he's done it before.

"Still so shy, my Queen?" he teases you while he's removing his own garments.

"I can't help it, my King," you gasp when he pulls you to him, your naked bodies pressing against each other. "I have never been with another man. I have only ever laid with you, and yet you always manage to make me act so... salacious."

Taehyung always loves to be reminded that he's the first man to have taken your innocence. But on days like these, when the garden looks so decorated upon your insistence and the day holds so much significance to you, your words leave a slight bitter taste in his mouth.

Because he was almost not your first. It was almost not him.

"And I'm the only man to see you in such state, my love," he growls, his fingers reaching down to prep your womanhood. When he sees that you're ready for him, he spits on his hand and coats his cock with the wetness before sliding inside you. "Never forget that. Ever."

"I won't, my K-King," you stutter when he starts thrusting in and out. "You're my first..."

A harsh thrust.

"...you're my last..."

And another.

"...and you're my only."

He groans in pleasure and satisfaction, placing his hands on the underside of your knees to lift you up and wrap your legs around him. You, in turn, wrap your arms around his neck and let him carry your full weight with ease.

"That's right, my Queen," he says with conviction, bouncing you up and down on his dick, letting gravity heighten the pleasure for both of you. "I'm your husband. Your King. Me."

Not him, he adds internally.

Because although you've been married to Taehyung for two years now, the thought of him still pops up every now and then. Although you've been Taehyung's wife for two years now, you still decorate the garden with flowers to commemorate his birthday. And although you've been Taehyung's beloved Queen for two years now, you still talk about him from time to time.

"I love you, my King," you whimper when your husband angles your body in mid-air and his thrusts start to reach deeper spots inside you. "I love you so much!"

She loves me, Taehyung chants internally. Not him, not him, not him.

Your King pounds into you with renewed vigor, making you scream wantonly in delight. Your pussy tingles with each movement, clenching around his fat dick uncontrollably.

It doesn't take long before you're creaming around him, your juices gushing and making it easier for him to continue fucking you through your climax. Just as you're coming down from your high, he spills inside you, his member twitching inside you and keeping you plugged up.

Taehyung promptly carries you to the bed, laying you down gently and placing a pillow underneath your lower half. He then pulls out of you slowly, and when he's completely out, he inserts two fingers inside you, making sure not a single drop comes out.

"Maybe we finally made one," you mumble adorably, a hopeful look in your eyes.

Your husband merely smiles. Finally conceiving a child with you... the thought makes him feel content.

Maybe it's time he lets go of his grudges. Maybe it's time he feels secure in the fact that you married him. Maybe it's time he forgets about the palace gardener you fancied before him.

Maybe it's time he forgets about Jeon Jungkook.

After all, although you were in love with Jungkook first, you never ended up telling him. And although Jungkook was in love with you as well, he also never ended up telling you.

Because Taehyung made sure of it.

And although, in the end, you ended up marrying Taehyung, he'll never let you find out the truth.

And the truth is that Jungkook never went back to his home village to take care of his sick mother. The truth is that Jungkook never died from catching his mother's sickness himself. The truth is that Jungkook never even made it home, to begin with.

All you truthfully know is that Jungkook is dead.

But you'll never know that it was all by Taehyung's royal, bloody hands.

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[atinystraynstay]

Sweet Night - Kim Taehyung

Synopsis: Sleepless nights often lead to wondering. And for Taehyung, his mind always wondered back to you. You were his best friend, but he always wondered what life would be like if you two were together. After failed attempts at dating, he always found himself wondering back to you. Did you think of him though? There's only one way to find out.

Pairing: Idol! Kim Taehyung x Idol! Reader

Genre: Slight angst - previous relationships failed, pining after someone you don't think is into you; friends to lovers

Word Count: 2.7k

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He unlocked the front door to his apartment. The greeting bell ringing as the door opened. He slipped off his shoes by the front door, not wanting to dirty up his living space. If anything, he kept his apartment clean for Yeontan.

Speaking of his beloved roommate, he heard tiny paws hitting against the wooden floor of his apartment. Taehyung quickly got to work to slip off his jacket before crouching down to greet Yeontan. Tannie's tail wagged furiously, equally as happy to be reunited with Tae. Taehyung scooped his companion in his arms before making his way into the living room.

Tonight, he went on another date. He's been trying over the past few months to put himself more out there. A mutual friend had paired him with a woman his friend swore was "his perfect match."

The two carried a good conversation through the evening. Taehyung admired her fashion sense and her humor. They couldn't take their eyes off one another. The woman was kind and generous but there wasn't a connection. To everyone at the restaurant, it must have seemed like it was the perfect date.

However, there was one thing wrong. She wasn't you.

By fate, you two were signed to Hybe. You were a part of the company's newest girl group. He was amazed by not just your vocal range, but your stage presence. You danced as if that was the only thing you knew how to do. And to some extent, it was true. You have been dancing since you were three.

When you were in your trainee days, BTS took it upon themselves to offer themselves as support systems for you. They didn't want to come across as overbearing, not wanting to overwhelm you and your members. They just wanted to be the support they wished they received in their training days. There was just one member who always seemed to linger - Taehyung.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you. He first fell for your smile. You were polite toward your seniors, but you still smiled brightly. You didn't try to hold yourself back to make a good impression. Taehyung then quickly fell for your personality has he gotten to know you. You were a literally disco ball, the life of the party and capturing everyone's attention.

Since then, the two of you were inseparable. You would do anything and everything together. When you had an idea, you were texting Taehyung first to see if he wanted to tag along. Whatever it was, he was just content that you asked him.

Of course, Taehyung made it easy for you to fall for him. He was the textbook definition of a gentleman. Not only was he respectful and considerate, but he knew how to make you laugh, he knew how to be serious so you could be vulnerable with him, and he was supportive. Seeing him dance to the tunes of Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin made it easy to fantasize what it would be like to slow dance with him. It was a bonus that he was just so damn attractive.

Yet, neither of you have confessed your feelings for one another. It was a little secret between the two of you. A secret the rest of the company seemed to pick up on. Taehyung was worried about coming on too strong, about scaring you off. You, on the other hand, was worried he would never be into you romantically. Equally, you both were afraid of repercussions from the company. It was just a tough situation.

With Yeontan in his arms, Taehyung sat on the lavish couch in front of the TV. If he had just confessed his feelings for you sooner, maybe there would be 3 bodies here instead of 2.

Taehyung turned to gaze out of the window. His right hand gently stroking Yeontan's back. Somewhere in the city, you were out there. Has she eaten dinner? Was she already asleep? Was she happy?

Buzz buzz

The vibrations from Taehyung's phone pulled him from his inner thoughts. Almost on cue, he saw your name flashing across the homescreen. Just seeing your name was enough to bring a wide smile to his. God, she has me wrapped around her little finger and she doesn't even know it.

He picked up the phone, unlocking it with the camera recognizing his face. He smiled as he was able to read your message instantly. Especially since he texted you last before his date's arrival this evening.

"Any chance you're up right now?"

Almost all the time, Taehyung was overjoyed to hear from you. Right now though, this was one of the few times he didn't want to hear from you. It was 11:32pm. You should be asleep by now. Why were you up? Was something wrong?

Taehyung's fingers never moved so quickly. Fueled by concern, he knew there was no way he could settle in for the night properly if you were in distress.

Was it odd for him to feel this way for someone he wasn't involved with? Maybe to others. For Taehyung, he was convinced that there was something between the two of you. He just wasn't as confident whether you felt the same, or if it was just a false hope in his head.

'Yeah, I actually just got home. What's going on?"

"Can't sleep ☹️ don't want to be a bother, but are you feeling up for a walk or something? Heard that is supposed to help." "Why don't we go take a walk to grab your favorite snacks? You can come crash over here. I'll even drive us to the company in the morning since we both have rehearsals.

Luckily, your dorm wasn't too far from his apartment. However, he soon glanced at the dog on his lap. Yeontan. Just getting home from his evening plans, he felt a bit guilty of leaving his trusted companion once again even if it was temporary. Especially after being out for the majority of the day due to his schedule.

Yet, he felt like it was too forward to ask you to come over to his. He definitely didn't want to send the wrong idea. Honestly, Taehyung believed he was a fairly confident man. Until it came to you.

"Oh, bring Tannie too. I haven't seen my boy in forever!"

Just at the sight of that text, Tae's smile grew wide. Sensing that something was going out, Yeontan looked up with his tongue sticking out and mouth slightly opened. It was as if he was smiling too at the prospect of getting to see you.

"Wanna go for a walk?" Taehyung cooed gently.

Good thing he had no intention of sleeping anytime soon.

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With one hand in his pocket, keeping it warm, the other held onto Yeontan's leash. You know, he was trying to keep his free hand warm in case you wanted to hold it or something. You never know. He couldn't help but notice the sight of Yeontan's wondering eyes. Taehyung's own eyes were wondering around the open park.

The two of you agreed to meet by the parking, so you had space to walk around freely without truly being noticed. Or at least not as noticed as you would be if you were in the streets of Seoul. You also were nearby convenience stores if the two of you needed to escape the night's chill. It also worked in Yeontan's favor as he could exert any extra energy with the open space.

Tugging brought Taehyung out of his own search. He looked down to see Yeontan standing on his hind legs every few months as if he could get more distance. Taehyung quickly looked over to see what had caught Yeontan's attention.

"Good boy," he smirked.

You were walking towards your two favorite boys. Your hands were tucked into the pockets of your puffer jacket. You wore a beanie on top of your head, much to Taehyung's satisfaction. He liked knowing you were taking care of yourself, his treasure.

God, he was so whipped.

Taehyung didn't realize he had loosened the grip on Yeontan's leash until the little Pomeranian took off running. Taehung was about to take off running until he noticed Yeontan had his eye on the finish line. You.

From across the park, he could hear your giggle. He watched with fondness as you crotched down, catching Yeontan. Instantly, Yeontan wasn't shy in showing his affection for you. If only Taheyung could muster up the same courage.

He began approaching his two favorite people. You were talking as if Yeontan was your own child, which made Taehyung fall eve harder for you. You peered up as you noticed movement, smiling wide when your eyes met Taehyung's. Yep, he was in love.

"Tannie, look. Your appa is joining us."

With ease, you scooped Yeontan in your arms so you could stand up. This was a sight Taehyung could get used to. Yeontan seemed so relaxed in your arms, resting his own head on your arm.

"Ready to grab some snacks and relax for the rest of the evening?" He chuckled. "I hope you don't mind if I vent to you while we feast."

Honestly, Taehyung could listen to you speak all day if you'd let him.

He honestly felt prideful in the fact you saw him as a loyal friend. He wasn't sure what he did to earn the title of being your confidant, but it was a job he didn't take lightly. Taehyung would do anything to bring you happiness, to bring you peace of mind. If talking is what you needed, then he was ready to listen.

"I hope you know to never say that again because there is nothing I wouldn't do for you."

You smiled wide as you nodded, understanding Taehyung's request. He could have sworn he noticed your cheeks flush.

Before he could tease you about it, he felt your lips touch his cheek. His eyes widened as it was a quick peck that sent shockwaves throughout his entire body.

Now it was his turn to get flustered.

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"I just couldn't believe that she laughed so hard, banana milk came out of her nose," you laughed. "But then she got made at us laughing, so we added an extra 30 minutes of rehearsal."

Taehyung couldn't help but laugh as you retold the antics of you and your members. It reminded him very much so of the early days of Bangtail. He knew the journey he shared with his members was a tough one, but it built such a solid brotherhood for him. It made him feel complete knowing he has 6 of the best friends in the world.

"It sounds like we might need to get your leader together with Jungkookie," Taehyung teased. "I've never known of someone who consumes as much banana milk as he does." "You know, she does have a thing for him. I think she said something about his tattoos, how she finds him so dreamy."

Taehyung's ears shot up at the mention. He couldn't help but wonder what you thought. Not in the sense if you were into his best friend, but he did want to know what you were into, what you disliked. He wanted you to be his new favorite story as he learns about you and from you.

You carried yourself with so much poise and grace. It was hard to believe you were actually younger than him.

And not to mention, going on double dates wouldn't be a bad idea. Especially if you were his date for the evening.

"What about you, y/n? Does someone have your attention?"

Once again, he could have sworn he saw your cheeks flushed. However, not wanting to ruin the moment, he was going to refrain from teasing. He was so close to getting information that could either verify or deny his speculations. He also wanted to know if it was safe to fall for you, that you could see him as a suitable partner.

"There might be someone. I'm still trying to gauge if he's into me, so I'm not trying to spill too much information. I feel like sometimes when I talk especially with the girls, they get too excited."

Taehyung nodded his head even though he was eternally screaming for joy. There was a chance he was the someone you were referring to. And the fact that you have talked to your members about him.

But he wasn't trying to get ahead of himself. Reality was pestering him that maybe it wasn't him you were into yet. Your body language with your flushed cheeks told him differently.

Again, he wasn't going to press for too much information. Not quite yet.

"Well, what I will say is that any guy would be lucky to have you in their life. And as someone who is your best friend, I can confirm that. I'm very lucky to have you."

You smiled wide at Taehyung, gently curling into his side. Your gaze finally shifted back to the movie the two of you had put on but had forgotten about.

Internally, he debated if he should make a move or not. It wasn't odd for the two of you to cuddle. But this felt different. This was far more intimate. He felt your body shift again, getting closer to him.

Coming to a decision, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You seemed content at the feeling of his arm around you. He wasn't going to push his luck.

"You comfortable, angel?" "Very," you whispered.

Taehyung prayed you couldn't hear the sound of his fast-racing heart especially since you were in such close proximity. His finger tips ran along your forearm, wanting you to feel comfortable and feel safe around him. If you asked him to stop, he would in a heartbeat. However, tracing his fingers against you somehow brought comfort to himself.

For a few minutes, he tried following the dialogue of the movie. It was something about country boy falling for a city girl?

The movie didn't matter to Taehyung. All he wanted was to hear your voice, your laughter. He just wanted to be with you.

"Did I tell you about the time Yoongi-hyung got locked out his studio? For 3 days?" He chuckled.

However, when he didn't hear your voice immediately, he did look down. And his heart nearly melted.

He was amazed by how quickly you fell asleep but even more amazed at the sight before him.

There you were. Curled up beside you with your eyes shut, eyelashes against the tops of your cheeks. Your head was resting against his shoulder, a hand resting on his stomach. He noticed your chest was rising and following. Your mouth was slightly open. He's never seen a more beautiful sight. And the fact you felt comfortable.

There were bags of opened all over his bed. Yeontan was curled up into a ball at the end of his bed, by your feet. He could get used to this being a part of his nightly routine.

He couldn't help but wonder if you two would ever get to this point. It felt like the two of you were dropping hints, to get a feel of how the other might react. All arrows were pointing in the direction of hi confessing his feelings. But he was still afraid. He was afraid of scaring you off, of ruining what you two have.

"Goodnight, sweet girl," he murmured before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Just as he was about turn off the light beside him but noticed his phone glow. A new text message. Who could it be this late?

With his free hand, he reached over to check the message. Maybe it was one of the guys? Maybe Hobi would cancel dance rehearsal so he had an excuse to lay in bed with you all day? I mean, you could fake being sick after all.

However, what he wasn't expecting was a text from his date earlier in the evening. He almost forgot about all about her.

"Thanks for the sweet night! Same time tomorrow? 🥰"

Glancing between his phone and you, laid up beside him. He knew the obvious answer. However, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Sure! Same time?"

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Note: SO I'm thinking this is laying the groundwork for a part 2 or maybe even a mini series. Not sure so please let me know what you think!!

I also feel like this went ALL over the place but it just needed to leave my drafts once and for all..

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[wildestdreamsblog]

When They Realized They’re Falling

Pairing: Maknae line x Reader

Warnings: This is fluff

A/N: See, maybe I can write stories without making it dark...right?

Park Jimin

When Park Jimin realized he was falling for you, he had a mental and emotional breakdown. It was on a random night when you squeezed his cheeks as you bid him goodbye because well… you couldn’t resist his cute cheeks. You waved at the six other boys before following your colleague out of BTS’ dorm.

And since then, Jimin remained frozen in his spot that his age-mate, Taehyung, looked at him with teasing smile that he didn’t return. He didn’t move. He was just standing there in their living room so still. And so, he did the only logical thing in his peculiar mind- he pushed Jimin’s shoulder only for him to fall on the sofa behind him. That must have woken him up from his stupor.

Gingerly, he touched his cheeks. It was three seconds before he slid down to the floor.

It was another three hours later when Hoseok and Taehyung stepped out of their rooms, walking to the kitchen in the dark when Taehyung tripped on Jimin’s form.

“Jimin! Why are you still here?” he groaned as he rubbed his knees that hit the floor. Hoseok looked up from his phone before squatting down to look at Jimin’s eyes. When he didn’t move, he poked his shoulder using his phone.

“Hyung,” he whispered before looking at Hoseok with shaking pupils, “Help. I…I think I like Y/N.”

“You’re only realizing that now?” Taehyung scoffed in disbelief before sitting down properly on the floor. He looked down at Jimin before showing him the messages he sent to Taehyung for the past few weeks- all of which were about you. Or the thing you did that he thought was so adorable. Or the joke you told him that made him laughed so hard. Or the way you did your hair that made you looked so cute.

“I think you’re already past liking her at this point,” he said in a matter-of-fact voice before remembering the their hyung was also there- only to find him looking at Jimin’s broken down form with his famous side-eye that couldn’t hide what he was really thinking.  “You’re absolutely right, Tae!” he beamed in realization.

“Hyung, your facial expression hurts just as much as your words,” Jimin said as he sat up, looking at his hyung with serious eyes. “Don’t worry, this is also going to happen to you. You’re going to get hit by love out of nowhere and you’d be the one on the floor breaking down,” he said it so ominously as though he was already setting the course in motion that J-Hope gulped.

Jimin smiled at him before standing up and marching to the door while running his hands through his hair.

“Where are you going? You take that back, Jimin!” Hoseok shouted at him, uncaring about the volume of his voice or the fact that the four other men were probably sleeping. He shouldn’t be joking about that!

He turned his head and grinned at them as though he hadn’t had a breakdown mere minutes ago. “I’m going to ask her out.”

“It’s three in the morning! Get back here and take your curse back, Park Jimin!”

 Kim Taehyung

“I cannot wait to sleep on my own bed,” Taehyung groaned on the muscular shoulder he had been leaning on the whole ride back to Seoul.

Namjoon could feel the weariness emitting from the younger man. He looked down on the expanse of dark hair leaning against him. “We’ll be home soon, Tae,” he said with empathy in which the man just groaned. He honestly thought he wouldn’t stop groaning that Seokjin even kicked his seat in annoyance to get him to at least be quiet. In case he didn’t know, people were sleeping for heaven’s sake.

Yet he didn’t.

Namjoon was about to reprimand the man when said man’s phone dinged. Taehyung suddenly stopped, sat up straight and opened his phone, uncaring if the man beside him could see the messages.

Taehyung, 12:32 pm: How’s your day, pretty girl?

Taehyung, 01:03 pm: Did you eat the lunch I sent you?

My Pretty Girl, 3:09 pm: I did! Thank you so much. Work is so crazy right now.

My Pretty Girl, 3:10 pm: How are you?

Taehyung, 03:13 pm: My poor girl :< I sent you coffee.

Taehyung, 06:03 pm: On my way back to Seoul. Are you on your way home, pretty girl?

My Pretty Girl, 9:10 pm: How did you know my favorite coffee shop?  And no, still stuck at work. I dread driving at night though.

Taehyung pouted at your message. His girl (yes, his. You just didn’t know it right now) was a hard worker. He loved that about you. Your independence and how capable you were were just some of the things that attracted him to you. But also, that was your downfall. Your independence and your inability to let anyone take care of you were his headaches.

He wanted to take care of you so bad. If you let him, he would even pay for your apartment and your car. But when he brought it up one dinner that you agreed to meet him because believe it or not, your schedule was more packed that his, you stood up and left him in the restaurant. So now, he was settling on just buying you food and coffee. But in his mind, once you were really his, he would buy you the greatest pleasure this world had to offer.

Namjoon watched the younger man as his brows furrowed. He looked out the window before telling the driver to drop him off near your office.

“I thought you wanted to sleep, Tae?”

“Yah! You woke us all up with your whining and now you’re not coming home with us?” Seokjin erupted in which Taehyung just flashed him his boxy smile in apologies.

“You said you wanted to rest, hyung!” Jungkook mumbled loudly and his words muffled, his own head burrowed on Jin’s shoulders.

“I am,” he blinked innocently at his members as the van stopped. “I’m going to my rest.”

You were massaging your neck, your eyes trained on your phone as you walked to the almost empty parking lot. It was a long day but you were glad all your deliverables were done now. And tomorrow was weekend so you could sleep your heart out.

Taehyung hadn’t replied yet. He must have already been sleeping, you thought. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he was enamored by you. You couldn’t understand why his interest hadn’t waned yet despite the limited time you gave him. But you must admit, his constant effort was affecting you now. And Heavens, the way he looked at you was something else.

Kim Taehyung was a masterpiece, and that masterpiece had eyes on you.

All you could hear was the sound of your heels as you walked. You were lost in your own thoughts. And when you looked up once you neared your car- there he was. Kim Taehyung was smiling as he watched you walked near him. God, you were so beautiful and…he realized he was in love with you. Maybe he had been in love with you for a while now. The realization of his own feelings gave him nothing but strangely, peace.

You could feel yourself smiling so wide as you finally stood near the man leaning against your car. “What are you doing here?” you breathed as you took him in. His unruly dark hair, his blue jeans and black leather jacket, his relaxed form, and his eyes that seemed to shine as he looked at his girl.

“You said you dreaded driving home,” his deep voice replied as though it was so simple. “So here I am.”

“B-but…you’re exhausted, Tae. You don’t have to-“

Suddenly, his strong arms were wrapped around you. His head rested on your shoulder as he hugged you tighter. “You’re here. I feel okay now.”

Jeon Jungkook

“Why are you frowning so hard?” Seokjin asked the golden maknae as he watched him looked at his phone as though it personally offended him. It was peculiar for the youngest member to not wolf down as soon as Jin placed the plate in front of him. Didn’t he whine an hour ago that he was hungry and demanded his hyung to cook him his favorite meal at eleven in the evening?

“She’s not yet home,” he mumbled under his breath, his lips in an adorable pout that made Jin cut his food himself and feed him a bite.

“Who’s not yet home?” he asked patiently as he watched the muscular man chewed the food he begged for and now wouldn’t even touch.

“Y/N.”

Ah. You, Seokjin thought. You were the only one who managed to make their maknae acted like this. In fact, this kid had no close relationships that he maintained except for the members and well…now you. And the worst thing was that the kid looked like he lost his wife and he didn’t even realize the hold you had on him. It was both entertaining and frustrating for them to watch their maknae got so giddy whenever he saw you, jumping up and down and sliding next to you to monopolize you attention. But the moment you left, he turned into a puppy that had been kicked to the curb- whining and pouting about how he was losing you.

And through it all he swore he saw you merely as a friend.

Well, a friend didn’t look at you the way JK did. A friend wouldn’t look at you leaving as though he wanted to shackle you next to him for eternity but was attempting so hard to stop himself, Seokjin thought.

A friend wouldn’t look at you as you laughed as though he wanted nothing but to finally taste your lips. It was a source of entertainment to the maknae line to see Jungkook navigate his way through these new emotions and an exasperation to the hyung line to see him be so fucking clueless.

In fact, that night, even the leader had had enough of his sadness.

“It’s late,” Jin commented before feeding him another bite. “Why is she still out?”

“She has this paper she needs to finish for her grad school,” he replied with a hint of worry and annoyance. He meant, seriously it wasn’t safe outside! So many terrible people were out there and you had no one to protect you. “It’s already ten pm and she’s still out and there’s no way she’s safe. Seriously, what is this girl thinking?”

Namjoon sighed for the fifth time. His grip on his book loosening before turning to look at the golden maknae. He was sporting a diplomatic smile before ruining JK’s sanity, “Perhaps she’s studying with a classmate outside?”

“Who?!”

“Maybe her girl classmates? Or…a male classmate?”

They had never seen Jungkook walked out of their dorm that fast.

Namjoon grinned at the bewildered Seokjin, “They grew up so fast.”

You looked up as soon as you saw those familiar black boots on your periphery. Your focus was taken by the man now sitting in front of you, his hair covered by a bucket hat.

Slowly, you removed your headphones in surprise. How was he here?

“Kookie…what are you doing here?”

He pouted at you before opening his tablet. He had his digital pen in his hand as he made himself comfortable. “Don’t mind me. Do your thing, sweetheart.” And then he quietly focused on drawing on his tablet. You reluctantly went back to your laptop and periodically looked up at him only to catch him looking at you with his doe eyes that seemed to be deep in thought.

It was two hours later when you decided to finally call it a night. You closed your laptop carefully. And when you looked up, you saw him hunched down on his tablet, his eyes gleaming with focus as he put on the finishing touches of his drawing…and to your shock, it was you.

He looked up and caught you looking at his drawing. You looked up painstakingly slow to meet his dark eyes. The look he gave you was intense, and dark, and full of emotions you couldn’t name.

“You’re done, sweetheart?”

He smiled so sweetly when you nodded. “I’ll walk you home.”

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[bangtanintotheroom]

Model Behavior (M)

Still hooking over Still hooking over and die

• Pairing: Taehyung x Assistant!(F)Reader

• Genre: Idol!AU, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 3,181

• Summary: Helping with photoshoots brought you stress, excitement and a sense of validation. Today, you experience a new and unexpected emotion, thanks to the man at the center of it all.

• Warnings/themes: the Elle Korea photoshoot 😵‍💫, innocent touching (at first), flirting, eye contact, Tae in the open denim jacket ⚰️, making out, oral (m. receiving), a smidge of soft dom!Tae, Y/N using her teeth 🥴, restraining (with hands), cowgirl, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (a swift talk about BC and STDs is had!)

• Song Inspo: Quick Musical Doodles - Two Feet (Spotify | Soundcloud)

• Notes: When I tell y’all I am TIRED of this man wrecking me 🔪🔪🔪 I didn’t expect all of this from the Elle shoot! It got to me so bad that I started writing the beginning of this in the group chat… 🫣 Thank you to @minisugakoobies @sugalaritae @minttangerines for taking the ride to delulu land with me 💕💕💕 And thanks to @luaspersona for the helpful beta! 😚

• Taglist: @jimilter @joontied @jinsquishes @swweetnightt @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @sugalaritae @crisle19 @codeinebelle @ssaboala @kookprada @saweetspoiled @effielumiere @m1sss1mp

You're an assistant on the set of Elle Korea.

You've always been professional, especially since your position involved sprucing up the model at the time. From damn-near naked to partially covered, the human body never fazed you too much.

Until the day Kim Taehyung stepped into the room.

Your eyes were wandering.

Your responses were delayed.

Every time your fingers brushed against his sun-kissed skin, a spark began and traveled to the pit of your belly. And it didn't help that he had a tendency to look you dead in your eyes whenever you were in front of him.

His dark gaze penetrated you every single time.

But you managed to truck on and the rest of the shoot goes smoothly. Well, aside from the one time you almost missed your cue from the director, thanks to wishing you were the flower sticking out of Taehyung’s waistband.

Just as you were packing your bag, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You thought it was your boss and prayed that they didn't notice your slacking today; you had a cruise to go on next month. Opening your mouth with an apology ready, you spun around, only for it to evaporate.

For it was your distraction standing there.

"Hey. Y/N, right?"

Wait, he actually remembered your name? You were so used to 'the helper' or 'that girl' or 'you there' that the courtesy surprised you.

"Yes...Taehyung, right?"

A smile that lifted his cheeks came over his handsome face.

"That's me. Thank you for your help today, you work quick."

No Y/N, don't shuffle your feet like you're some shy schoolgirl.

Oops. Too late.

"Oh, thanks, but it's kind of what I have to do. If I was slow, I definitely wouldn't be here, haha."

You hoped you didn't sound too self-deprecating there, but it seemed to be okay as Taehyung chuckled.

"You have a point there."

Thinking that he was just coming by to pay his gratitude before moving onto whatever else million-dollar celebrities do, you were caught off-guard when he remained steady. For a few seconds, nothing was said as he continued looking you dead in your eyes.

Fuck, he needed to stop with that. Did he know what kind of power his deep brown orbs had?

"Y/N, listen. I need a bit of a favor before I leave for the day."

You blinked.

"You do? What is it?"

He shoved his hands in the pockets of his tight slacks, making the front of his open denim jacket part further, revealing more of that golden skin you kept eyeing up.

"I really liked these outfits. I wanted to see if you could give me the details on them so I could pass them along to my stylist."

Oh? You could do that. Anything to be around this gorgeous man longer.

"Of course! Just follow me to the fitting area, the bags have all the details."

Taehyung directed a box-like smile at you, nodding. You turned and motioned him to follow you down the hall and past people scurrying by with coffee trays and overflowing binders. Reaching your destination, you walked into the room with him, hearing the door shut behind as you made a beeline for the clothing rack along one of the walls.

You studied the cardstock hanging off of the first garment bag before speaking, "Okay, it looks like the red leather jacket you had was Valentino from the Fall/Winter 2023 collec—"

"Y/N."

You were interrupted by a baritone in close distance to your ear, turning your head to jump at how close Taehyung was standing next to you now.

"Y-Yes?"

His full lips curled into a crooked grin.

"I knew what collection that was from before I even got here."

Huh?

"You did?"

"Mhm."

A hand came up to hold yours, removing it from the paper.

That spark from earlier? Yeah, no, that was nothing, because his long and callused fingers against your smaller and somewhat dry ones lit a damn match inside you. And he only made the fire grow with the way his eyes lidded, looking so close to one of the shots that was taken earlier.

"Just wanted to get you alone."

Oh shit.

The air shifted thanks to his confession. The longer your gazes held, the more you forgot that you were at work.

You definitely shouldn't be alone in a dressing room with a famous idol. You definitely shouldn't be forgetting that anyone could bust in at any moment. You definitely should be reminding yourself about that cruise you still had to pay off. You needed this damn job and—

"Y/N."

A shiver ran through you. Damn, his voice.

"Don't think I didn't notice how you were looking at me the whole time."

Oops.

"I-I'm sorry, Taehyung, I shouldn't have been—"

Whatever else you wanted to say was halted when he pressed one of those appendages to your lips.

"Why are you sorry? You think I made you bring me back here for an apology?"

All you could do was stammer, looking undeniably stupid in front of someone who you deemed untouchable. Realizing you were at a loss for words, Taehyung took the reins and moved his finger before leaning down. You felt his wispy bangs brush against your forehead, eyes still on his smoldering gaze.

"If you're not averse to overtime, I'd like to see what's been running through this pretty head of yours."

Nope. This had to be a dream. Or a setup. Maybe that prick Kwan was trying to get you fired so he could get your position.

But...you didn't want to say no.

Licking your lips, you finally found your voice again.

"I...I don't want to get in trouble."

The idol didn't seem fazed, shoulders shrugging as he laid his hands on your hips.

"What happens in this room, stays in this room."

Ah. Well, that was what you would definitely consider a green light.

So you gave your own answer by grabbing the lapels of his jacket, tugging him in for a heated kiss. The next few moments were a blur.

There were hands roaming. His over your comfortable clothes that were starting to feel restrictive over time. Yours going straight for the warm, bare skin underneath the denim, doing your absolute best to remember every bump and dip. How many people would get to say they got to touch Kim Taehyung like this?

At some point, his back was pressed into the wall next to the rack, lips still ravaging your own. Your fingers went on autopilot for his belt, but as soon as you brushed the expensive leather, Taehyung broke the kiss.

"Hold on."

Uh oh. Did he change his mind?

You tried to stave off the disappointment coming on.

"What's wrong?"

He took your hands and pulled them away, but he never let go.

"I know how well these hands of yours work, baby—"

The smirk he gave you should have been illegal in over seventy countries.

"But I wonder if your mouth is just as talented."

Oh.

He had to have felt the way you trembled in his grasp. He had to.

"I mean...I've never had any complaints before."

Taehyung's eyes squinted at your sudden surge of confidence.

"Then don't be greedy. Sharing is caring."

Barely biting back a grin, you waited until he let you go before sinking down to your knees, coming face to face with a tent in his costly slacks. You began reaching for his belt again, only to feel a light swat to your hands. You gaped up at him in shock, only to quiver at the heat directed on you.

"I didn't say you could use your hands, did I?"

What had you gotten yourself into and how could you do it again?

“No, you didn’t.”

Taehyung’s straight teeth flashed dangerously.

“Don’t keep me waiting, gorgeous.”

While those few words rolled off his tongue, he took the opportunity to shift his hips closer to your face. You couldn’t hold back a swallow.

Hopefully, you wouldn’t make an absolute fool of yourself with what you were about to do.

You anchored your palms on your thighs, gripping lightly before you leaned forward, brushing your lips against the cool metal of his belt buckle. Praying that you wouldn’t get any marks on it, you took a hold of the leather with your teeth. You tried your best not to think of how stupid you might have looked, attempting to undo Taehyung’s belt this way.

But his word was absolute; no hands meant no hands.

Finally, you got somewhere, managing to release it from the metal prong before sliding the buckle away. This gave you access to his slacks now, relieved that this part would be much easier.

It was a good thing you only had lip balm on; any kind of stain on the expensive fabric would surely cause you to be reprimanded by your boss.

Your teeth loosened the button from its hole before going for the zipper tab, the sound of the fasteners undoing themselves like music to your ears. You went for his waistband as soon as you were finished, putting more force into your movement this time. With a sharp jerk, you pulled down enough to see a good portion of his briefs.

Just one layer left.

Taehyung seemed to be losing his patience, jutting his hips forward once again. Shooting him a reassuring look, you made quick work of the thin fabric. You barely had time to avoid his cock springing out and hitting you in the eye, face warming at the humored chuckle he gave.

Wanting to wipe the smirk off his face, your mouth engulfed as much of him as possible before giving a harsh suck.

“Shit—”

Lips curling around his length, you gave it your all, throwing in whatever tricks you were familiar with. Taehyung seemed to appreciate the effort, ebony eyes watching you like a hawk and filth-coated praises leaving his mouth.

“That’s it, baby— This what you wanted to do to me the whole day?”

Hopefully the way you fluttered your lashes got the message across.

“Goodness, I hope you’re not like this with every model you work with.”

Now your eyes narrowed, a hand coming up to swat his thigh on instinct. Unfortunately, you didn’t realize your mistake until Taehyung flew out to grab your wrist.

“What did I say, Y/N?”

Forgetting that your mouth was occupied, you began apologizing, but the idol was quick to stop you with his free hand.

“Give me your other arm.”

Your thighs quivered at the commanding tone covering the baritone now, obliging without a second thought. He wrapped his long fingers around your other wrist, keeping your arms up and next to his legs.

“Go on.”

You did not expect him to just take charge like that; the thought only made your pussy clench hard before you continued sucking him off.

For the most part, Taehyung let you do all the work. But sometimes his hips would come to life, taking a moment to give shallow thrusts into the wet heat of your mouth. The rational part of your brain freaked out whenever some of your spit threatened to leak out onto his pants while the horny part relished in the messiness.

Just before a large glob was about to slip past your lips, you felt him release your wrists and pull back to slide out of your mouth. While you were catching your breath, Taehyung helped you stand before walking you over to the couch on the other side of the room. He took a seat, keeping his legs spread as he tugged you by your hips to stand between them.

“Sorry to rush the fun, but my people are going to be looking for me soon.”

His hands already began working at your pants before the sentence was even finished.

“It’s fine.”

As soon as he opened the closures and yanked both waistbands down to your calves, you helped with getting them off your feet. He pushed his own clothing further down his legs and you straddled his lap, shivering at the sensation of his dick under your drenched core.

“You’re okay with this?”

Taehyung’s question took a second to sink in, but you nodded when it did.

“Yeah. I’m clean and safe.”

The man underneath you reflected the nod, hands sneaking around to cup your bare ass.

“Good. You don’t have to worry about getting anything from me, either.”

Your brows knitted jokingly as you felt Taehyung lift you up a bit.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to have to end up going to the media and letting them know that Kim Taehyung is carrying something.”

He merely chuckled, reaching down to guide himself to your entrance.

“And I don’t want to have to go to your boss and tell them about what went down in this room.”

Your mouth parted as you felt him begin to spread you out, words unable to come out until you were fully seated on his lap.

“T-Touché.”

Pleased with your acceptance, Taehyung took a hold of your hips and began pumping up into you. It was torture to have to hold back some of the louder noises you wanted to make, but you did not want to lose this damn job.

Guess you would have to show your appreciation another way.

Managing to balance yourself upright, you laid your palm on his chest, pushing the jacket aside to give you a better look at his torso. Your fingers roamed over the tanned skin, savoring the muscle and tone lying underneath. You took special interest in his stomach, enjoying the faint outline of abs that would show whenever he thrust up.

“Hey, that tickles.”

Your lips curled at Taehyung’s thick protest, sliding your index finger down to trace around his belly button.

“Sorry.”

He merely shook his head as you showed no signs of stopping your trek, digging his nails into your bottom.

“Sure you are.”

Taehyung made sure to get his revenge by pumping harder, forcing you to clap your free hand over your mouth, preventing a loud moan from escaping. He doesn’t slow down over time, fucking into you with abandon as low grunts left him. The model seemed content with watching you bounce above him for the most part. His dark orbs often switched between your face and where your bodies were connected.

The two of you continued until you felt that unbearable coil twisting in your gut, needing something extra to help it snap. Taking a chance, you removed the hand silencing yourself to grab one of Taehyung’s, sliding it between your hips. With a pleading look down at him, he nodded swiftly.

You were sure you tasted blood with how hard you bit on your lip when he started circling your aching clit.

But it was just what you needed, finding yourself getting to that precipice faster than before.

“T-Taehyung—”

Said man continued his movements, eyes steady on your face.

“Keep going, baby. Gonna make me come too—”

His admittance made your pussy quiver, but the excitement took a halt with a sudden thought you had.

“Wait, where are you gonna come?”

“I’ll pull out, don’t worry.”

Oh hell. If he did that, who knows where the mess would end up. While it would be unpleasant if it landed on your own clothes, any trace of semen on his own garments would cause a fiasco.

“Don’t, just— Stay inside, it’s fine.”

Taehyung gaped up at your words. It seemed like he wasn’t going to fight you though, not saying anything more. He let his hips do the talking for him instead.

With a few more steady thrusts and swipes over your bud, you saw stars behind your lids, arching your back and stifling down a cry in your throat. Your nails dug into the firm chest below, needing some sort of anchor as you rode out the tension. You almost missed the sight of Taehyung following behind you, watching as his face screwed up in bliss as ropes of release coated your walls.

His hips came to a stop after some time, his head flopping to rest on the back of the couch as he caught his breath.

“Fuck, that was good…”

You couldn’t speak quite yet, choosing to reflect the sentiment with an unsteady nod. The two of you took a moment to catch your breaths before you tapped his shoulder.

“We should probably get out of here now.”

“Ah.”

You were careful in pulling off of Taehyung’s dick, making sure nothing dripped out. Thankfully, a tissue box was nearby, allowing you to grab a few sheets to clean yourself up. You handed a couple to him as well.

Once you were done, you picked your pants and underwear off the floor, sliding them back on over trembling legs. Taehyung seemed to finish getting himself together at the same time as you, fastening his belt. He looked up at you with a grateful smile.

“Thanks for that, Y/N.”

You scoffed lightly, your own smile coming to the surface.

“I should be thanking you. When I woke up this morning, I didn’t expect to get the opportunity to fuck an idol.”

The taller man laughed at your quip, wispy bangs moving as he shook his head.

“Cross it off your bucket list. Who knows, we might see each other again in the future.”

Taehyung smirked at how flustered you became now, leaning down to plant a kiss on your swollen lips. He whispered against them, “Hell, I wouldn’t mind it. See ya.”

He didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye, heading for the door. Shooting you a wink, he opened it before stepping out and shutting, leaving you all alone in the dressing room now.

Wow.

Did you really just sleep with the Kim Taehyung?

And got away with it?

A short laugh couldn’t help but come out.

Hopefully he was telling the truth when he said that what happened here would stay between the two of you.

Glancing at your watch, you decided to head back to the set to help break everything down. You walked over to the door and placed your hand on the knob.

A sudden realization froze your body and made your gut twist.

The two of you forgot to lock the door.

Motherfucker.

All you could do was sigh and shake your head before leaving; Taehyung better keep his pretty mouth shut.

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NSFW A-Z (Taehyung)

— PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x female!reader

— A/N¹: Welcome to my 1st post for NSFW Alphabet Series. It's just a headcanon list made up of my own opinions. Nothing here was written to insults the members or the fandom. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy it!

— A/N²: The other members' alphabets will be written soon <3

A - Aftercare

I guess Taehyung is one of the cutest BTS membros during aftercare. He'll let all the romanticism act and be the most romantic man in the whole world. As soon as the sex is over, he'll check if you are okay and he'll ask you several times how you're feeling. After making sure you're okay and he hasn't overstepped your limits, he'll lie down next to you for a while just to cuddle you, placing your head against his chest and giving you lots of compliments, calling you "my princess", "my sweetheart" and "love of my life". If you haven't fallen asleep during cuddling time, he'll go out and draw you both a bath in the tub, but mainly focusing on making you laugh while he washes your hair.

B - Body part

What Taehyung loves most are your neck and your hair. He loves pulling your hair during sex, but he also loves smelling your shampoo after it. Just like he also loves choking your neck and leaving hickeys on it when you lift your head to moan, leaving all your skin exposed so he can turn it into a work of art.

C - Cum

When he wants to cum, Taehyung has two preferences: cumming on your face or inside you. He likes to dominate you, so there's nothing better than seeing you on your knees under him and painting your face. Cumming inside you also give all your submission to him, as well he loves feeling how hot your pussy gets with his cum inside. If he's still horny, he'll fucking you a few more times to see the mess of cum creaming his cock and your pussy.

D - Dirty Secret

Taehyung isn't very jealous. He loves you so much, however he can't stop his imagination from running wild. Seeing you being fucked by another guy while he sits and instructs the boy to learn how to pleasure you is one of his biggest secret kinks. He'll probably take a while to tell you about it and keep it a dirty secret for a long time, but if you agree to try it... Girl, this man will be so horny.

E - Experience

I guess Taehyung has a lot of experience, despite not being someone who had sex with many people before you, more because he prefers to be an established relationship guy. However, even though he hasn't had many casual affairs, Taehyung has more experience with sex and kinks than you, which means he's the one who suggests some varied and hot things.

F - Favorite Position

Any position where he can choke you or pull your hair. However I guess the "most favorite of all" are doggy style and the classic cowgirl. Taehyung loves placing you with your back well arched on the mattress, fucking you from behind with your ass up and pulling your hair hard enough to stop your face from falling into the pillow. Taehyung is also addicted to having you on top of him, moving his hips very rough while your only duty is keeping your torso up so he can choke your neck and watch your boobs bounce with his thrusts.

G - Goofy

Even though romantic and funny as Taehyung is, when it comes to sex he's usually a much more severe and demanding person. He'ill degrade you, even with not so rude words and often along with soft praises. When you do something the way he likes, he's always praising you with "Just like that, my little slut." When Taehyung is fucking you, he'll get close to your ear and whisper things like "Such a good pussy" and "Who's better whore I've ever had?" . Either way, his playful and soft personality always returns during the aftercare.

H - Hair

Of all the BTS members, I guess Taehyung has the most hair down there. He trims it so it doesn't grow too much, an attempt to not make you uncomfortable when you giving him head, but there is still a lot of it. This doesn't bother either of you, though. Taehyung likes his freedom of choice over his own body and he wants you to have the same with yours.

I - Intimacy

Like I said before, Taehyung is rougher in bed. But don't be fooled by his dominance. If you're having a bad day he'll choose a more intimate and romantic sex, in order to make you feel better. Angry sex? It just doesn't exist for Taehyung. After your fights he prefers soft sex to show you how much he loves you. Soft sex is also an option in situations like a dating anniversary, he'll decorate the house with candles and red roses, maybe even have a romantic dinner beforehand. On these occasions, it's common for him to also choose making a painting of you after sex, where you are lying between the bedsheets. He'll show your naked and sweaty body details, not like a purely pornographic painting but rather opting for the romantic side of eroticism.

J - Jack Off

Taehyung is not a man who is very adept at masturbation. Although he has nothing against the practice, he still prefers it to be you who gives him pleasure. So I guess he likes "mutual masturbation". You two could be watching a movie or just lying in bed listening to old jazz. He'll start caressing your body and whispering dirty words in your ear. When you least realize it, he'll be rubbing his fingers on your clit while you use your hand to make him cum on his own belly. With his skilled hands, you'll probably cum sooner, but he'll only stop until he reaches his own high, overstimulating you and motivating you to please him as quickly as possible. As soon as he cum, he'll take his fingers out of your pussy and lick them with the most smug smile in the world.

K - Kink

I already mentioned Taehyung has a kink for hair-pulling, choking you, creampie, degrading you and even watching you being fucked by another man. But two kinks I haven't mentioned yet are: breeding and biting. One of Taehyung's biggest dreams is to be a dad and he made it very clear to you from the beginning of your relationship. Knowing the limits, Taehyung knows the current moment is not yet the best for you two forming a family. But that doesn't stop his kink of getting you pregnant. When you started using contraceptive methods, Taehyung told you about breeding kink and you loved the idea. He'll be cumming inside you and turning you on as he tells you he's putting a baby inside you, just as he also tells you that you'll be even hotter when your belly starts to grow. And as if his desire to get you pregnant wasn't enough, Taehyung is also obsessed with biting you. He sees your skin as a clean slate, about to be decorated by the skills of his teeth. Don't be surprised when he starts biting your neck, shoulders, boobs and thighs. There is no violence in the bites, just enough force to make you almost cum instantly and wake up the next day with a huge collection of red marks produced by Taehyung's teeth on your body.

L - Location

Fucking you in your own bed is Taehyung's favorite place. It's practical and you can make great use of his favorite positions. If you two wanna innovate on a specific day, the shower is an excellent idea too. You'll arch your body until you're holding something as he holds your hips and fucks you from behind, your ass up enough in a modified attempt at "doggy style". This way, Taehyung will be able to pull your hair and even bite your shoulder if your back starts hurting and you need lifting it a little. Either way, the warm water falling over both of you will only make the sex even dirtier and it won't be long before you both cum.

M - Motivation

When it comes to you, Taehyung gets turned on by a lot of simple things. Before the sex itself, like I said, your neck and your hair are your body parts he loves most. Now add it to some t-shirts that leave your torso exposed. Girl, his cock get hard instantly. It doesn't matter your boobs size, as soon as he sees your hair draped over your shoulders, he'll get horny and having an extreme need to fuck you right away. If he's already getting inside you, I guess what will motivate him most will be your moans. Call him "Sir" or "Master" and watch this man go crazy. You can even call him "Daddy" considering the breeding kink. Even though daddy kink isn't on his list, that simple word can even make him cum if you said it while he says he's getting you pregnant.

N - NO

Taehyung isn't a sub. He may be a soft dom but he's always controlling you, even in the moments when you are on top of him. The moments when you are in the cowgirl position Taehyung will barely let you breathe, as he's the one controlling you with his thrusts, even if he's on the bottom. If you are giving him head, he's the one who will pull your hair or grab your jaw to control the motion's speed or how far down your throat his cock will reach. Safe words or certain types of body movements will be useful to indicate your limit if you need to. When sex is softer and more romantic, Taehyung will continue to be in control to show you HIS love for YOU.

O - Oral

Taehyung prefers to receive it. He loves feeling your tongue and he loves feeling you straining yourself to let his cock enter your mouth. Your hands are welcome, but most of the time Taehyung wants you keeping it behind your back, feeding his desire for dominance. This way he can also control the motion of your head. When you see he'll cum, you'll already be ready due to his previous warnings and the sudden loss of his cock filling your mouth. Then you'll focus on opening your lips and letting your tongue out, eyes closed while he cums on many parts of your face and keeps his hands tangled in your hair.

P - Pace

Taehyung's thrusts are almost always rough and fast. You can hear the sound of his thighs hitting your ass while he fucks you and pressing your hips. Slower thrusts are reserved for occasions that require more romanticism, although he maintains motion's roughness at around 30%.

Q - Quickie

Taehyung hates quickies. Don't try to convince me otherwise because no one will succeed. This boy will hold back his lust as long as he can so he doesn't give in to a quick sex with you. He would much rather be able to spend hours feeling your pussy tighten around him and be able to mark your skin the way you both like it. I guess that Taehyung will only give in if these quickies happen in situations like "We both woke up early and we're horny, but the other members haven't woken up yet and we still have a few minutes until their alarm clocks go off".

R - Risk

Maybe Taehyung isn't as adept at taking risks when it comes to quickies or public sex. But girl... you can be sure he loves trying new things in sex. Even if he's the one who suggests new things to try, if you also have a suggestion (if it doesn't include Taehyung being sub), he'll take it right away. This man is a great experimentalist.

S - Stamina

As much as Taehyung is quite hyperactive, I guess he's one of the most resistant members in sex, precisely 'cause he's the one in control of the situation. He dictates everything and knows his own body very well, so he'll dedicate himself as much as possible to avoid faster ejaculation. As it takes longer for him to cum, the round's numbers (limited to 2) is irrelevant, as the time spent already pays off in multiple orgasms.

T - Toys

I don't see Taehyung as a dom who's very adept at using sex toys like dildos or even costumes or paddles/whips. He prefers pleasuring you with his own hands and his own tongue. Taehyung doesn't like sexy costumes because he believes they are unnecessary, just as he doesn't see the need even in lingerie. And if he wants to hit you, he'll use his own hands or perhaps a leather belt, being careful to not hurt you beyond your limit. The only thing Taehyung would use more often are handcuffs, although he also likes to tie your hands with silk ribbons or his belt.

U - Unfair

Taehyung is a little shit. Every time you're about cumming in his fingers, he'll slow down the motion just to see you whimper and roll your hips around looking for more friction. He'll also do it when he's already fucking you, changing the rhythm of his thrusts or changing positions abruptly. As much as Taehyung is a good teaser when it comes to edging you... he's a thousand times meaner when he's overstimulating you, especially when he's eating you out or fucking you with his fingers. Giving you an orgasm isn't enough for Taehyung, he'll grab your legs and stop you from closing them, licking you and hearing you scream from the pleasure and discomfort mixed in your sensitive and slightly sore pussy.

V - Volume

Well... unfortunately Taehyung doesn't moan very loud. In the moments when his pleasure becomes too strong, he'll choose to bite his lips to avoid embarrassing sounds. To your happiness, the pretty moans that Taehyung allows himself to release make up for the low volume. His deep voice promises low and hot moans that you can cum just from hearing him say a simple "Oh!". Now imagine when he says dirty things in your ear? Bitch… HE'S FUCKING HOT!

W - Wild Card

• Remember how I mentioned Taehyung's dirty secret was about wanting seeing you being fucked by another man? In other words... a huge desire to try voyeurism and cuckolding.

• I guess Taehyung will tell you about this only after a long time in the relationship. He'll be embarrassed while he tells you but without taking his eyes off your face, wanting to see your instant reactions.

• He'll emphasize he's not pressuring you into anything. If you don't wanna try, he won't love you less for it and he won't be sexually frustrated any less.

• However Taehyung will be horny when you say you're curious in trying this too. You both will argue about all the limits and talk about who could be the third person. You and him want it to be someone both of you trusts, which makes someone from BTS the better choice.

• Taehyung suggested Jungkook, Jimin or Yoongi. Jungkook because he knows that you two are very close friends and, due to the maknae's secret crush on you, he'll love being able to show you how good he's in bed. Jimin because he's Taehyung's best friend, who he trusts more than anyone in the world and deep down he knows that Jimin is a switch, which will make you experience different things than what Taehyung himself can give you. And lastly, Yoongi, who's not only his hyung, but also a slightly rougher dom. A simple thought of having the power to control Yoongi's dominance over you already causes an erection in Taehyung's pants.

• In the end, you'll choose Jimin in order to trying dominate someone for the first time. Taehyung will be happy with your choice, considering that all the three guys were perfect options. He'll tell you that he'll talk to Jimin about the matter and depending on the answer, everything will happen during the weekend.

• As you expected, Saturday would be reserved just for the three of you 'cause convincing Jimin had been a very quick task.

• When you least noticed, Taehyung would already be sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room, watching Jimin kneeling on the floor eating you out. He delights by the sight of you rubbing your pussy all over Park's face, who continues to keep his little eyes in your direction and his hands behind his back. Sometimes, Taehyung even demands that Jimin starts moaning against your pussy, the muffled sounds causing shocks in your clit.

• When you lay Jimin down on the bed, his hands tied to the headboard and start bouncing on his cock, Taehyung will almost cum at the sight. Jimin’s moans mixed with yours are so hot that he can’t help but start praising you both, calling you “my dirty little slut” and calling Jimin “our pretty good boy.”

• Don't be surprised if he joins you two. Maybe he'll even let Jimin giving him head while the poor boy tries to not cum with you rubbing your lube-soaked boobs on his cock.

X - X-ray

In my opinion, Taehyung is part of the BTS trio that has the biggest cocks (I promise you'll find out who the other two are later). To be quite honest, I guess that Taehyung's dick is around 6.3 inches, but also thick enough to bring tears into your eyes when he fucks you. Maybe the color is more brownish and the tip is pink, almost reddish. The hair it's medium quantity and it's dark.

Y - Yearning

Taehyung doesn't have such a strong sexual desire. As much as he loves fucking you, the romantic aspect of your relationship is more important to him. He prefers to spend your free time cuddling with you in bed and watching movies next to Yeontan, who almost always lies next to the both of you. Don't think he doesn't feel horny for you, since the moment sex starts, this boy feels addicted to your pussy. He's just very romantic and cute outside of four walls, seeing you not only as a goddess to be praised sexually, but also pampered at every moment of the day.

Z - ZZZ

Hyperactivity is his third name. When sex is over, Taehyung almost never falls asleep. If you've already slept after the aftercare session, Taehyung will hug your sleepy body with one arm and use his free hand to browse his cell, checking the news, watching videos or scrolling through Instagram and Weverse. He won't get sleepy easily unless the day has been really stressful. Most of the time, Taehyung can't sleep quickly after having sex.

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Winter Wonderland | KTH

Pair: Taehyung x F Reader 

Summary: This Christmas, Taehyung and you venture back to his hometown, Daegu. Celebrating it with the whole family this time, you hoped to give Taehyung the best Christmas experience in a while. But he had something more special planned. Amidst the soft glow of festive lights and cosy moments, held the core of the magic. 

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship au

WC: 2861

You were grateful for the silence and peace you were experiencing as you loaded the luggage into the car. Taehyung had come home early a few days ago, running through the house like a kid who got a present, and told you that the both of you would be heading to Daegu to celebrate Christmas this year. Eomma and Appa had constantly been asking to see the both of you but due to Taehyung’s busy schedules, the both of you had kindly declined them for years. 

Of course, you could go on your own but the last time that had happened, you got mobbed at the train station which caused Taehyung to pick up a huge fight with the company. He was determined to give you the security that he, the boys, and their partners got but the company was reluctant as you had not been introduced to the public yet. 

The next few days that passed, Taehyung was constantly restless and wouldn’t let you out of the house. It took a lot of communication and patience between the both of you to finally get through that patch. Tae had insisted on introducing you to Army through Weverse Live. After that incident and busy schedules, the both of you hadn’t been able to make it to Eomma and Appa’s for Christmas. 

This year, Taehyung took some time off work and you… you were currently in the process of opening a business with a close friend of yours. The idea has always sat in the depths of the basket of ideas but due to the high cost of capital, both of you were afraid to take that risk. Now, both of you having a bit higher stability in your financial terms, have finally decided to bite the towel and start. 

Settling into the comfy leather of the car seat, you arranged the snack basket and drinks. Just as Taehyung opened the door and stepped in, you were already arranging the blanket you had brought along with you. Your luggage was placed in the boot while the smaller bags were in the back of the car seat. Taehyung and you had gone on a splurge the day after he told you that you were going back home. More like Taehyung. He stocked up multiple types of foods and clothes and every other thing that he wanted to give his parents and siblings. 

It was a once-in-a-blue moon that the whole family would be together for a whole week, celebrating. So naturally, Tae had prepared… too many things. But you didn’t have the heart to tell your boyfriend that he was overdoing it. You knew how much he missed his family and you weren’t going to stop him. 

On the contrary, you’d help him. Making signature dishes from your home country, you packed them into containers and placed them at the back of the car, ensuring that it was on a safe and stable platform. 

“Ready?” Tae buckled in, a hand immediately going into the basket of food you had prepared to dig out something. 

Smacking his hand, you handed him a roll of kimbap, saying, “Have this instead.”

Taking it from you, he kissed your forehead and drove off, wheels screeching against the coating of the road.

Most of the road trip was filled with music softly playing in the background and munching. Tae was always hungry and you had finally managed to pack his favourite snacks, he was beyond overjoyed at eating them. Taehyung looked over to you, smiling as he found you curled up on the passenger seat. 

Brows furrowing at the uncomfortable position, Taehyung leaned over to carefully recline the seat, one hand on the steering wheel. You fumbled and whined at the movement and Tae was quick to quiet you down, pulling the blanket higher to your neck. Your hair splayed across the seat and your lips were open, emitting a soft snore. Taehyung lowered further the volume of the music, hand coming to your hair and pushing a few stray strands out of your face. 

He was playful once. 

And it isn’t that he is no longer playful. No, Taehyung was still a menace in the house, whining and complaining for your attention - that much he knew. But he felt like he needed it. He felt like he needed to know where you were at, what you were doing, how you were doing. He wanted your attention - craved for it. But he also knew that you liked your space and own time. So he holds it in until every few hours when he would just randomly send you a selfie or update you on how practise is going. 

You never take long to answer his text messages. You were quick to update him on how work was going as well. However, with you starting a business that was long planned with your friend, you weren’t home as often and when you were, you were always exhausted. It took to a level that Taehyung was worried for your health and mental well-being. He knew how important it was to you but he didn’t want you to overwork yourself.

So he asked - more like forced - the management to let him off for the whole week of Christmas. Then, when Eomma and Appa called to ask if you were coming for Christmas this year, Taehyung felt like he hit the jackpot. 

You had never really explored Daegu before and he had always planned to take you there one day so that you could see where he grew up. He would show you all the beautiful places and delicious food, all the playgrounds and parks, schools and roads. He would show you his safest and most secretive places. So, he told Eomma that the both of you would be there a day in advance to help them prepare for the feast the next day. 

Taehyung couldn’t help feeling excited.

As you mumbled in your sleep, he felt his lips tilt up into a soft smile. The roads were fairly empty this early in the morning so he placed a hand on your thigh and continued.

The snowfall of the season was always a magical experience and it felt like the whole world had been transformed. Coming from a country with only one season, you were always beyond ecstatic to see snow. It never fails to amaze you with the chilliness and familiarity you feel. As you and Taehyung walk through the streets of Daegu, you observe the lights adorning the city. They seem to twinkle more at a certain angle but that could just very possibly be from your own excitement. 

Having never explored Daegu well enough, you took every bit of this opportunity to absorb everything you see and hear. The last time you made this trip, you were alone and afraid. But this time, you were with your beloved, and you are determined to make this holiday a memorable one. 

The both of you needed a break and this was just it - with all the festive feels and sparkling lights. 

Going home with the groceries that the both of you freshly bought from the market, the both of you drove home. Eomma and Appa were up and bickering together with Taehyung’s siblings groggily drinking coffee and making kimchi. Most ingredients were already ready the night before. 

“We’re home!” Taehyung yelled.

“Ah - In the kitchen!”

When you stepped in, you were bombarded with warmth. 

Not a physical sense of warmth like a hug but rather, a growing feeling in your chest - similar to one where you would enjoy cuddling time with Tae on the couch. A sense of familial warmth. You must have stopped long enough that Taehyung put the groceries on the table and walked back to you. His eyes worried over your frame and his brows bunched up. 

“Hey… You okay?” Tae gently took the bags from your hands, placing them on the table next to his. Following his movements, you stood beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling face-first into his chest. 

Tae’s hand came up to stroke your hair as you hugged him tighter. 

“Need a break? We can skip kimchi making if you don’t feel well. I’m sure Eomma will understand.”

You shook your head. You wanted to have this experience with them. Eomma and Appa were kind enough to let you in on the family tradition and you weren’t going to spoil it. 

“I’m okay, just… happy.”

Taehyung’s eyes drifted over your frame as he tried to explicitly find out what was wrong. But there was no lie in that sentence. You hadn’t felt this way in a long time and a nolgastic feeling just overcame you at that moment. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this.” You tip-toed, bringing your hand up to ruffle his hair. “I’m okay. Promise.”

Taehyung was sceptical about your reasoning - you could see that. But you most certainly not going to let the feeling wash over you and ruin your day. It was barely nine in the morning and you were going to make this the best Christmas for Tae as possible. 

Picking up a pair of gloves, you wore two layers and squatted down, starting to learn from Eomma how to make the perfect kimchi. In each city and each family, they all have what they depict as the perfect kimchi just like how different families have different perceptions of how perfect rice is cooked. 

As the sun began to set, the both of you stood on the balcony, staring out into the first snowfall. You watched as the snowflakes fell gently to the ground. Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and you leaned into his warm embrace. Passing you a cup of hot chocolate, you gratefully took it from his hands and blew. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Tae whispered, his breath tickling the edge of your ear. 

You nodded. “Perfect, just like you.”

Taehyung chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Perfect, you say? I got something that might top this.”

“Oh yeah?” With your curiosity piqued you followed him into the living room. 

You stepped back into the living room, seeing the beautifully decorated Christmas tree that stood proud at the edge, its ornaments glimmered with the holiday magic. The little bells rang as you glided your hand through the figs of the tree. The scent of cinnamon and chocolate filled the air as you saw the spread of cookies and drinks on the coffee table. 

“Taehyung! It’s amazing!” You exclaimed, completely taking in the holiday atmosphere he had created. 

His eyes sparkled under the dim glow of the shining star that was placed on top of the Christmas tree. “I thought we could have a little celebration tonight - just the both of us.” 

“How about Eomma and Appa? And your siblings?” Growing up, your family never really celebrated Christmas but whenever you see families celebrating, they are joyful - together. 

That was the key. It was a time when everybody partied and celebrated togetherness. 

“They went out for some drinks. I told them I got something planned for the both of us.”

“But -”

Taehyung pulled on your arm. “Come on, Jagiya. It’s the twenty-fourth not the twenty-fifth. We’ll be spending all the time together tomorrow!”

You huffed. You wanted to celebrate it well this year after not being together for so long. Especially for Taehyung.

But he had a point. The both of you have the whole week to bond. So you sighed and caved in, climbing onto the sofa and cuddling with your bear. From little treats to shoving food competitively down your throats, to laughter and warm embraces, your evening was filled with the glow of the holiday. 

The evening quickly turned to night, and with the snow, the darkness embraced you earlier. The both of you panted against the couch, tired from all the chasing you did around the house. The both of you had much to clean - you, for one, didn’t like to leave food out overnight and have the family come back to a messy house. 

As the clock struck midnight, you had just finished cleaning the last of the bits and arranging the tables and chairs. 

“Jagiya.” You heard Tae call you from the windows. “Come here.”

Turning around, you left the cloth on the glass top, walking over to your bear with outstretched arms. When the both of you touched, you instantly hugged him, hands dragging under his clothes, seeking his warmth. 

Taehyung hissed at the coolness of your fingertips but didn’t pull away. Oh, he was soaking in your attention. The past few hours felt like heaven. He didn’t have much time to spend with you due to the nature of both your works. Sometimes when he was home, you weren’t; when he was asleep you were out doing your job. However, on certain occasions when the both of you are home, all the both of you think is ‘the bed’. 

So today, the time you spent together made him feel alive again. Alive - in so many different ways. But Taehyung did not prepare this feast without another purpose. Primarily, he had hoped that you would let go and laugh again - play again.

To be a kid again. 

To show you the love he has for you. 

But at the same time, he had done this… so that he, could do this. 

Leading you to the window the both of you looked out, seeing the snow creating a serene blanket of white. It had covered the majority of the roads and you knew that by the time daytime come, it would probably be deep enough to make snow angels. 

“Make a wish on the first star you see,” Taehyung said, pointing to a bright star in the night sky. 

You closed your eyes and made your wish. Finishing, you turned back to Taehyung and found him holding a small velvet box. 

No. Way.

“Before we exchange gifts, there is something I need to ask you. I promise this isn’t the only gift I got you.” Taehyung laughed, eyes nervously skimming everywhere. Taking a deep breath, he looked at you, eyes filled with love and anticipation. Dropping on one knee, Taehyung opened the box and held it out to you. 

Your heart pounded in your chest and you could barely contain your excitement. Sitting gently in the middle of the box was a delicate, sparkling ring. 

“You’ve been through thick and thin with me - helped me. You had made me a better person than who I was. You taught me so many things and -” Taehyung rubbed his face with one hand. He sighed. “I’m not good with sticking to the script so, just - Y/N, will you marry me?”

Time felt like it stood still after Taehyung proposed to you. It was probably just a few seconds but -

It felt like your memories were flowing past you like a movie. 

The first time you met, the first awkward date, the first kiss, first - everything…? You had so many things you wanted to tell him - so many ‘I love you’s to say. 

Tears welled up in your eyes and you nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes - Taehyung, oh my gosh, yes!”

The boxy smile that formed on his face felt brighter than the shine of the star on top of the Christmas tree. He slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing your engagement with a tender kiss. 

You had hoped to plan the best Christmas for Taehyung but he most certainly, outdid you. And this magic was one that neither of you would ever forget. 

You awoke to the smell of delicious breakfast wafting through the open door. You wrapped yourself in the warm blanket - your only form of warmth right now - and made your way down, following your nose to the source of the mouthwatering scent. 

Taehyung was standing at the island, expertly cutting a range of fruits while his brother flipped pancakes. The moment he heard you come in, he turned to you and grinned. “Good morning, fiancèe.”

You couldn’t help but blush at the term. It was something new and exciting. “Good morning husband-to-be.”

“Fiancée? Husband-to-be?” Jeon-Gyu pondered, turning to Taehyung. “So this was your plan last night, hyung?”

Jeon-Gyu carried an offending look on his face. “Hyung!”

Taeyhyung just ignored him and hugged you from the back. “There’s nothing wrong with needing you all out of the house when I proposed. It is a time for Y/N and I.”

“But hyung -”

“Plus,” Taehyung cut in. “I believe none of you would like to have heard what went down too.”

The silence was deafening. You stood rigid against Taehyung, cheeks flaring up. 

“No - no, we most certainly wouldn’t.” 

Taehyung whipped around. 

Eomma, Appa, and Eun Jun stood at the threshold of the door to the kitchen. Eun Jun looked smug as if she knew what was coming while Eomma and Appa looked flustered, walking in on a situation. 

Taehyung groaned in embarrassment against your shoulder as your cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red. 

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Blackmail 2 | KTH

Pairing: Idol!taehyung x reader

Genre: smut, angst. Five shot

Synopsis: being part of their staff meant you had to be around them all the time, Taehyung has a checklist of all the girls he slept with and filmed and you were next on the list, as he lures you using several ways one of them being actually showing you the content he films, before you finally give in and he actually films you to tick you off of his list. Little do you know it’s the biggest mistake ever.

Disclaimer: events and incidents in this fiction are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. This does not resemble Taehyung’s character whatsoever.

taglist: @idkdudewhy @wisebouquetbarbarian @tan-veee @pookiej @xstfudaisyx @junecat18 @whipwhoops @mother2monsters @lil0u0

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“Put more on the grill.” You whine at your friends, you’re a little greedy at this point and a little tipsy. You and your friends were at a nearby barbeque restaurant in the city having pork belly and alcohol for your last night before travelling away to London for the tour.

“You need to stop eating.” Luna slaps your hand down so you drop the tongs and your pair of chopsticks. “You’re going to get sick and we have a flight to catch tomorrow night.”

You roll your eyes and hold the tongs again and put the last piece of pork belly on the grill, your group of friends were arguing over a major heated topic that you barely could hear when you’re sitting at the end of the table. “I can’t hear you.”

“She’s talking about her night with Kook.” Luna pulls your chair closer for you to hear Sona speak. “He’s incredible and charming and romantic. I’ve never had anyone like him.”

“He doesn’t film you nor do any weird shit does he?” One of the girls asks and right away you could tell that she’s talking about Taehyung which makes you scoff, and speaking of the devil he texts you at the exact second.

9:24 | KTH:

Wyd?

9:25 | KTH:

Wanna meet up tonight?

Your fingers type back immediately.

9:25 | You:

Can’t I’m out with my friends.

As if that’s the only thing stopping you from meeting up with him.

9:25 | KTH

We’ll hang out in your place when you’re done. Deal?

You’re a little too drunk to say no, so you actually end up on leaving him on read, knowing damn well he will join you even if you refused.

You get to your place and the alcohol is now running through your system and your body feels hot to the touch, you’re drunk, but not drunk enough to pass out or anything. You just feel loose and sleepy.

You don’t recall giving him your address but when you’re about to close the door to your place, the foot that stood in the way back in Osaka is now standing in the way again, stopping you from pushing the door  further to shut it. Of course it’s him, this time you could easily recognize him with only a cap covering his head.

He doesn’t hesitate to invite himself in as he speaks. “I love your place.”

You eyes roll to the back of your head when you huff,  and you close the door after him before putting your purse and phone down. “Did I tell you it was okay to come?”

“You didn’t tell me to come over.” He looks at you confused and you nod your head. “Yeah, exactly.” And he pouts. “I was done early with the rehearsals I thought I should drop by and say hi.”

“Hi.” You fake a smile before straightening your face. “Goodbye.” And as if that’s his cue to make himself comfortable, he yanks off his shoes and lands onto your couch. “I’ll have wine please.”

“We’re flying tomorrow we can’t drink.” You didn’t think this through before you said it, he laughs and tilts his head. “Honey, I can smell the Soju from over here.”

“Damn it, alright.” You go to your kitchen and grab a bottle of wine and one single glass for him.

“I thought you threw it away.” He calls from the living room and you rush out to see him holding the box that was near your apartment door, opening it with a smirk on his face and looking through the stuff. “I’m glad you didn’t, those are actually expensive.”

“I’m not into your weird kinky shit, Taehyung.” You put the wine bottle down and sit down onto your couch. He takes the seat next to you and puts the box down onto the coffee table, rummaging through the stuff inside until he fishes out the butt plug. Or vibrator damn it.

“Have you tried one before?” He asks as he turns on the little purple device and it starts vibrating into his hand, he keeps clicking a couple times to change the pattern before turning his head towards you. “Y/N?”

“No offense, but I think toys are pathetic.” You laugh, of course he’s offended, he even scoffs and shakes his head left and right, denying the fact that you actually just said that.

And to prove you wrong, he clicks once onto the device and now it’s pulsating in a different pattern, before he presses it against your vagina through the dress you’re wearing, the sudden contact of the purple device makes your entire body stiffen right away, you’re not sure if you felt like that before, you even hold the fabric of your dress into your fists.

Taehyung seizes the opportunity and wraps an arm around your shoulder as he leans his forehead against the side of your head, inhaling your scent and watching you suffer to hide that it actually feels fantastic.

He dares to click onto the device again and the pattern changes right away making you flinch in your seat, this pattern was stronger and more frequent and  faster than the one before, your body heats up and you feel yourself clenching onto nothing in your panties. Your eyes expose you as they shut down and your head falls back against the couch, and as Taehyung’s head slips away from your face his eyes now lock onto your lips.

The lips he stared at all the time from a far are right here in front of him begging to be kissed and bitten, and he goes feral once you bite onto your lower lip trying to stop the little whimpers that are about to escape your lips.

You can’t control your body anymore, you press your thighs tighter against each other which makes the tiny stupid device press harder against your clit that’s now throbbing into your panties, you’re already soaked there and if you actually stood up you can see the damp little spot on the back of your sky blue dress.

And Taehyung can’t control himself too as he finally presses his lips against yours and kisses you, he feels himself finally getting satiated as he sucks onto them, he roams his tongue inside your mouth and you surprisingly kiss back, which again makes him seize the chance and moves the device under your dress and presses it against your panties. Your breath hitches and your head falls to the side, exposing your neck to him and he dives right in to lick all the way from your collarbone to the back of your ear.

Your body tenses and the grip onto your dress is getting tighter, your breath is quickening and your ears are starting to buzz, it feels so tight in your stomach and you know you’re about to let go. “Mmm.” Uncontrollably escapes your lips and you cover your mouth using the back of your hand. “Are you gonna cum?” His deep voice rings into your ear, his hand that’s holding the vibrator moves left and right to add friction onto your cunt, it’s too overwhelming to you and you feel yourself seconds from cumming, so you hold onto his wrist and try to stop him, your mind is telling you don’t but your body isn’t even listening, you could force him to stop but you physically can’t.

The orgasm takes over your entire body and you feel your lungs deflating, you gasp for a breath and dig your nails into his skin, your sharp breaths are driving him feral and he could go down on his knees right now and beg to fuck you. “Right there, that’s it, cum for me.”

“St.. stop.” You barely whimper, as if the alcohol wasn’t enough for your face to be flushed red and now the orgasm screws you up even more. Taehyung doesn’t even move his hand away as he sees your body shudder next to him, totally overwhelmed by the intense orgasm, your head turns towards him with your eyes half open, his glance meets yours with the dirty smirk on his face, biting onto his lower lip and switching his gaze to your lips.

And holy fuck you have no idea what went through you, your head no longer functions and you can’t comprehend anything but the fact that you’re willing to do anything he wants. The way this man stares at you made you feel like the true woman you are, it made you feel sexy.

“So a vibrator is pathetic but a makeup brush isn’t?” He steals a kiss from your lips and finally turns off the vibrator and throws it onto the couch between you two, you clear your throat and finally relax your legs still trying to catch your breath before you speak. “I’ll do it.”

Jackpot. Honestly he knew you’d agree at some point so he saw it coming, he thought it would take him more time but it happened a little sooner than he thought.

A satisfied grin lingers on his face and he finally gets up onto his feet. “Excellent, make sure you pack these in your luggage, we’ll need it.” He points his head towards the box that had the costume, you clear your throat and get up. “Can’t it happen without it?”

“Trust me, it’ll feel ten times better when you’re wearing it.” He sounds convincing as he pinches your cheek lightly. “I’ll see you in London.”

Let’s just hope you don’t regret this in the morning.

-

You spent your entire day packing because this trip was the longest, your stomach keeps constantly dropping and tickling you when you remember what you agreed on the night before, a part of you wanted to actually back away and call it off, but the largest portion of you was clearly careless since this is just a one time thing.

You grab onto the velvet ribbon and untie it to reveal what the box contains, even when the entire thing is catchy to the eye, but still the purple device is where your eyes lands first, you curiously grab onto it and twist and turn it in your hands, before pressing onto the little golden button and it turns on, you audibly gasp as if you did it by mistake, but clearly you didn’t.

Did he send every girl he slept with a vibrator or what? You scoff and turn it off before shoving it into your suitcase, along with the little piece of clothing before closing your bag and putting it near your door.

Getting to the airport has always been this chaotic, you honestly had no idea why’d they put up their schedule anyway but hey, to each their own.

Right when you get to the security and your suitcase goes in for inspection on the belt, your heart drops when the guards ask. “Ma’am, does this bag belong to you?”

A little dumbfounded and worried, but still you answer even when you’re about to choke onto your coffee. “Yeah, it’s mine.”  

“Do you have something that’s battery operated in this bag?” The security guard asks as he’s taking the bag out from the belt, his hands barely touching the zipper.

And holy fuck you know what he’s talking about and fuck you Kim Taehyung for such stupid “Gift.”

Think Y/N, you better think fast.

Worst case scenario he opens the bag and it’s right there hidden between your clothes and you’re exposed in front of the entire staff that are right behind you waiting for their luggage to be inspected, what else could happen? Of course the security guards have seen these things before and you’re probably overthinking it, it’s just a toy for crying out loud, and of course he won’t just take it out and show it to everyone, or will he?

Fuck, okay you’re nothing thinking Y/N, because your suitcase is already unzipped and the guard is inspecting through it.

What else could be battery operated? How could you even convince him when he’s seconds away from embarrassing you in front of your coworkers and supervisors. Fuck it hurts more that another guard is standing right behind him and watching your bag being inspected. You watch their faces carefully waiting for them to show a reaction. God your walk through the gate will be a walk of shame.

“It’s an electric toothbrush.” Luckily he finds your toothbrush along with your water floss which makes the guard yell, “Next.” And close your bag.

Your face has already gone pale and you broke into cold sweat at just the thought of being exposed in public, your pounding heart in your chest feels like you climbed up 10 floors running and it takes a hot minute to calm down and you promise yourself that this can’t happen again.

You’re not even entirely sure that this is worth it to begin with.

Even when the long flight there was truly exhausting, with two stops and over 16 hours flying, it was more than enough for you to rest and maybe try and forget what happened earlier, you were insanely jet lagged and your body can’t buffer anymore, you can’t comprehend anything but the fact that you desperately need a bed to lay down on like right now.

And again you promise yourself that once you get to London you’re throwing away the stupid purple device in the nearest trash bin to avoid going through what happened earlier again.

Finally you get to the hotel room and you were lucky to have a king size bed all for you, you’re almost 9 hours behind your sleeping schedule so you quickly get into the shower and dive into the bed to catch onto some sleep.

Everyone was jet lagged and exhausted, the concert was still a couple days away so everyone had time to rest and time to take a walk around the city, you made sure to get enough sleep in order to go and explore London with your friends, and as you were having fish and chips on the streets your phone buzzes a couple texts.

5:53 | KTH

Done with the rehearsals, see u at 8 in my room and put the costume on J

It doesn’t take you seconds to reply with only thumbs up and sliding your phone back into your pocket, you need to head back earlier to your room to get ready, the man has slept with so many women that you feel the need to stand out in some way.

As for him? The usual routine before hooking up with someone nothing too special, a shower and a little clean up shave before wrapping the bath towel around his waist before he walks towards his carry on.

The sound of the zipper being opened is the only sound that’s heard in the room before he digs in to take out what he needs.

A couple Go-pros, handcuffs, blindfolds, his Nikon camera and a couple massage oils, and most importantly, his belt that he slides out of his jeans that he was wearing earlier. He takes one quick scan at the room trying to figure out where to hide the cameras.

The Go-pros can easily fit behind the table lamps on each side of the bed, and one near the TV, his Nikon camera hides pretty well in the closet that he leaves it’s door slid open enough for the lens to catch everything. He puts the blindfolds and handcuffs on the bed before putting his carry on back down onto the floor.

Taehyung doesn’t even bother to bring along condoms, he’s very hygienic and he knows you’re safe too, he did have to dig deep into your medical record that’s archived in the company to figure it out, but hey safety comes first. He never believed in condoms and he’s very careful when it comes to pulling out.

He takes one quick glance at the time on his phone and it’s already 8, so he takes one last spin around the room to click the record button on all the 5 cameras he set up.

He even sets up one last Go-pro near the headboard of the bed and finally hits the last record button, before scanning the room again to make sure that they’re all well hidden. And they really are, he’s been doing this for over a year now that he got so good at hiding them.

As for you, you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror admiring the way you look, your body is reacting upon your reflection and that douche was right. It already feels great to know that you look really sexy. In the back of your mind you were questioning yourself, are you really doing this?

You grab the bathrobe and put it on before leaving your room, you look around the corridor and the hallway is completely empty since everyone is either sleeping or having a night out. You had to take the elevator up in order to get to his room and you were on your tiptoes hoping that you don’t bump into someone when you’re wearing heavy makeup and a red lipstick, oh and in a bathrobe. You think it’s really obvious that you’re meeting up with someone and it probably is.

You make your way to his room and knock on the door, and there’s no answer. You look at the time and it’s a little past 8:30. You’re not that late and you’re pretty sure he’s in his room.

He is. He’s on the other side of the door watching you through the peephole and waiting for an entire minute to unlock his door, it was his sick way of teaching you a lesson to never be late, and when he says be there at 8, it means you have to be there by 8.

“Hey.” He opens the door and tilts his head inside. “Come on in, how are you?”

You’re fuming at the fact that you had to keep knocking on his door for a good amount of time and he knows you can’t be seen, specially that in the room next to him is probably one of the boys or one of their managers.

“What took you so long?” You get inside and rush to close the door behind you, the auto lock immediately activating and you hear it clicking shut. You don’t dare to look up from the floor when you clearly see him wearing only a towel around his waist, the idea itself was intimidating to you, you’re about to have sex with the man that millions of girls love and adore, and holy fuck he’s standing right there trying so hard to draw an image of what you look like underneath that little bathrobe.

“May I?” He stands behind you, his fingers fidgeting with the rope tied around your waist, and you clear your throat and nod a hesitant “Yes.”

He loosens it around your body and pulls it off of you ever so gently, you feel his breath hitting the nape of your neck and it sends shivers down your body that you shrug your shoulders up and shiver clearly making him laugh quietly. “You’re so cute.”

That wasn’t what you were hoping to hear when you’re all dolled up in the costume he bought, his eyes pierce down your shoulders and back, slowly taking his time to look down your ass, he cannot believe his eyes that it’s right there in front of him.

Now Taehyung doesn’t usually do this, he usually cuts to the chase and immediately gets to work but with you he took his time, he knows you’re new to this, your past experiences were considered quite trash to him, so he felt the need to butter up his bread and be gentle at first, before showing you his true colors.

“Did you get the rest of the stuff?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You hand him the stupid purple device that’s been giving you nightmares, he grabs it into his hands and walks inside to sit onto the bed, man spreading his legs apart enough for you to clearly see what’s under the towel. You take a couple steps towards the bed and he grabs onto your hands before pulling you towards him to sit onto his leg. “Come here let me kiss you.”

He cups your cheeks and pulls you in to kiss you once, the second time he licks your lips and bite onto your bottom lip and gently tugging it back before kissing you, his other hand running up your thigh and his fingers tracing the suspenders you were wearing softly.

Your hands stay onto your legs when you have no idea what to do, he pulls back and wraps one arm around your waist to pull you down onto the bed and getting on top of you. “Is this good?” He whispers, making sure that so far you’re okay and you are, and you barely whisper a ‘Yes’ before he continues, he spreads your legs apart to position comfortably between them, the big clear bulge in his towel now presses against your clothed core on purpose and holy fuck he’s rock hard.

He proceeds to kiss you on the lips again and you kiss back, hardly able to focus when he keeps poking and grinding against the stupid leather piece that you wish didn’t exist. “Mmm.” Your hand runs down his chest and the other wraps around his neck, your mouths merging together into wet kisses that are slowly turning into a sloppy make out session.

The pressure against your cunt also turns into grinding, and you’re pretty sure if he doesn’t stop you’d cum in seconds as this was really arousing to you. The pressure increases against your covered entrance which makes you hold your breath and pull back from the kiss, your head falling back against the bed.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and kisses your ear, grazing his teeth against the shell as he whispers. “I’m going to fuck you senseless Y/N, you’ve never been fucked like this believe me.”

The man knows the piece you’re wearing like the back of his hand, he knows where exactly to unbutton it and pull it off of your body, this time he’s not teasing or going slow, he’s going all in and sliding it off of your body, leaving you wearing the stockings and the suspenders that are holding them up. A satisfied smug smirk sits on his face when his eyes burn through your entire body, wondering where to start? He cannot wait to put his mouth on you.

He carries you up using one hand and throws you to sit in the middle of the bed, you gasp when you feel something cold underneath your butt and you look there to find the pair of handcuffs that he had prepared. Your stomach drops when you see that not only he had the handcuffs prepared, there was a belt and a blindfold. You saw girls wearing something similar to it in the videos he showed you. “Taehyung no.”

“Baby I wasn’t asking.” The same smirk getting bigger, he does try a little hard to persuade you into it. “It will feel ten times better trust me.”

“I can’t put those on.” You argue back which makes him laugh. “Come on Y/N, we’ll have a safe word if you want me to stop, okay?”

“A safe word?” You scoff. “I’ll tell you to stop and that’s it.” And he takes that as a yes, he doesn’t waste a second as he grabs the blindfold and wraps it around your head, tightening it a little and asking. “All good?”

“Mhm.” You hum, your body tenses the moment your eyes get covered and you get anxious when you don’t know what he’s doing or the mere idea of when or where he’s going to touch you next. “I’m right here.” He grazes the side of your shoulder with what feels like the back of his hand as if he knew that you’re worried. “Give me your hands.”

It takes you seconds to put both your palms up towards him, he puts the handcuffs around your wrists and tightens them enough for you to not be able to rotate them enough. “Fuck.” You mumble when you realize you can’t see nor touch anything around you, and honestly you would easily panic but you had no idea what went through you, you were never into kinky stuff but apparently you’re willing to do it now.

“Fuck!” You gasp again when you’re suddenly pulled so your back fully lands on the bed, your breath hitches and your chest rises faster when you feel your legs being spread open. Holy fuck you can’t see anything, you can feel his hands on the back of your thighs and you can feel his hot breaths getting closer to your inner thighs too, but you can’t see his face and you probably won’t be able to see him savoring you.

You feel the wetness and the warmth of his mouth when he licks a long trail from your entrance to your clit, then moving lower to the inner of your thigh, kissing and sucking on your skin until the color changes into a dark shade of red. “Shit.” You start fighting the handcuffs and you can hear them clicking and behind that is the sound of him chuckling. “You’re doing good baby girl.”

He proceeds to wrap his mouth around your throbbing clit and flicks his tongue against it, moving his head to add more friction as he runs his hand on the back of your thigh. You taste so good on his mouth, he doesn’t waste a drop leaking out of your cunt and he licks you clean.

Your clenched jaw finally drops when he slides two fingers inside you and curling them against your spot, your legs automatically close and he forcefully spreads them back open and starts thrusting his fingers while using his thumb to rub your clit in circular motion as he kisses your inner thighs.

His eyes spot the Go-pro that’s been sitting on the nightstand and he reaches over to grab it and film your clit being fucked with his fingers up close. “Mmm, fuck.” The sounds you make are the cherry on the top to the clip he’s filming, he comes in closer to suck onto your clit and turns the camera to show it clearly.

As for you, you now know why he uses the handcuffs and the blindfolds. The element of surprise was really arousing, it felt insanely good to not know where you’re about to be touch, you had no idea what’s coming up next when your eyes were covered, and your restricted hands basically stopped you from either touching him or touching yourself, he wants to make you feel good on his own and he didn’t need help.

Even the second you started grinding your hips against his face he used his full strength to stop you and dive into your cunt deeper than before, which made your chest heave faster, you’re so near you feel your stomach getting tighter and your pussy keeps clenching around his fingers. “I need to cum. Taehyung please, don’t stop.”

“Mmm.” He savors every seconds he gets to taste you and his eyes even shut close at how fucking tasty you are, he pulls back to spit onto your clit and dive back in, you were a drenching wet mess in seconds when you cum, your head falls back against the pillow and your sharp breaths are now louder, your legs fight the urge to shut close so they start shaking. “Holy fuck.” Even when your hands are cuffed together, you were still able to reach his hair and tug onto it tight enough to make him go insane.

It’s all caught on camera and you had no idea, Taehyung was more than satisfied on what he got so far because you look like a fucking porn star and you sound like one. He hides the camera back behind the table lamp on the night stand and climbs up to kiss you on the lips.

You wrap your legs around him and you can feel that the towel is still on him, and you’re cheeky enough to fidget the top of the towel with your fingers and slide it off which makes you earn a spank onto your ass that resonates through the walls of the hotel room. “Look at my little whore being all greedy for my cock, you wanna taste that cock that’s going to fuck you until you pass out? Hmm?” You can only hear him and he’s already breathless.

And on regular basis you would’ve fucked up his face if he called you a whore, but in bed everything is allowed, including what you hear ringing right near your ear, is it the belt you saw earlier?

“Fuck.” Your entire body is turned so you land on your face, your arms uncomfortably sit underneath you and in seconds he realizes the problem and fixes it, lifting your arms up to sit above your head. You can feel the mattress sinking when he gets out of the bed and gets onto his feet but again, you being blindfolded meant you cannot expect what’s about to happen.

Him on the other hand grabs the same Go-pro again and gets closer to your ass, spanking it with his large hand and digging his fingers into it to jiggle it. His obsession with the female body had him go insane. He moves down to your feet and films them as he’s running his hands onto them and up your calves, slowly moving up to the back of your thighs and gets closer with the camera to film your swollen pussy and perked hole from behind.

He delivers another spank to your other ass cheek this time and moves up to your back, tracing his finger up your spine to the back of your neck, moving to your hair to collect it all into his hand and lift your face up from the pillow. “Look at that beautiful face, this is where I’m gonna cum.” And he spits onto your lips before stealing a quick kiss. “I’m gonna cum inside this big mouth of yours.”

You hear the belt again which makes your stomach clench, you’re high key scared and fucking ruined at the same time, do you really want him to spank you?

“Ha! Fuck!” You yell, squeezing the pillows into your fists when he spanks you with the belt onto your ass, it’s mixed feelings really, both painful and extremely arousing. “Again, please, do it again.” And now you’re begging him to do it again?

He delivers another spank right away onto the same spot and you cannot see it, but it’s already marked onto your ass and it’s dark red. “Please Taehyung, again.” And he goes right in, this time onto your other ass cheek and it feels so fucking good, you’re startled when he helps you get onto your knees to put your ass up with your face still down onto the pillow, and this time he spanks again, hitting your cunt with the belt and making you arch your back and moan his name off of the top of your lungs.

He finally puts the Go-pro down onto the night stand and positions himself behind you, totally proud of the marks he left onto your skin. He spits onto his palm and strokes his cock before pointing the head to your entrance, slowly teasing you by trying to push it in but you were clenching repeatedly. “Relax for me, will you?”

You try and obey but you can’t, especially when he keeps rubbing against you and touching you all over your body, it’s already making you seconds away from reaching another orgasm and your stamina wasn’t that good to begin with. He tries to push into you again but you’re way too tight when you’re all clenched. He grabs you by your hair to pull you up forcefully. “Do you wanna be fucked or not?”

“Yes please.” You cry out, he pushes you back into the pillow and this time pushes inside you even when there’s resistance to begin with making you gasp and arch your back right away. Your cunt swallows him inside and you feel him stretching you with every single curve of his cock, he’s fucking you raw and you were completely okay with it because it felt insanely good.

Fuck, your body is acting up on the stretch of his head inside you, your stomach feels tight and with minimal amount of grinding against him, you cum again and relax around him. “Holy fuck did you just cum?”

He doesn’t get an answer, but you being fucked up on the bed and fighting to catch a breath is quite the answer he needed. He takes one look to your cunt and pulls back a little, you’ve already creamed on the head of his cock and drenched him. “Fuck.” He pulls his cock entirely out and slides in one finger to taste your cum, he’s cursing under his breath because this has never happened with him.

“Fucking god please.” You cry out again when he pushes back inside you, this time pushing further more of his cock , the stretch is nothing like you’ve felt before and you’re not even sure you can take him full. You’re over stimulated and you haven’t even calmed down from your previous high and he’s not planning to give you any breaks soon.

“Fuck, look at that little pussy wrapped around my cock, it feels so good to fuck you Y/N.” He grits onto his own teeth, he pulls back and pushes back in making you arch your back again, he takes up his pace and in seconds you feel yourself chasing another orgasm, and the only way you can announce that you’re about to cum is using your mouth and you’re already choking up on words, so you slam your fists against the pillow repeatedly, which makes him move inside you even faster and fuck you’re cumming again.

It feels so good but holy shit it burns, you cry out his name with your tears that are absorbed by the stupid blindfold you have on, you sob out his name repeatedly and he can feel it, especially with your cunt constantly tightening around him and driving him crazy.

Your body no longer functions and your limbs start shaking, your lower body collapses onto the bed and his cock slides out of you, your legs shut tight to ease down your sore pussy and you’re still crying. “Give me a minute.”

“Shh, you’re okay.” He gets up onto his feet and pours you a cup of water, he sits near your head and helps you sit up to take the blindfold off. You squint your eyes at the sudden exposure of the lights and lift your hand up to try and grab the cup of water but your limbs are shaking nonstop. “You’re okay, it’s okay.” He helps you take a couple sips of water before putting the cup down. “Better?”

You barely nod your head, he inches closer to kiss you on the lips and neck, moving down to your chest and kneading it into his hand. “Lay down.” And you lay your back down on the bed, he adjusts you to dangle your head on the edge of the bed and gets up onto his feet, his enormous cock sitting in his hand while he’s stroking it.

He takes a step closer to your face and brushes the head of his cock against the side of your face and lips before pointing the tip to your mouth and with no words needed you open your mouth and it hurts your jaw when you try and take him into your mouth, the size on this man is incredible and you haven’t seen anyone this big before. “Good girl, let me fuck that beautiful face of yours.” And with no hesitation he thrusts his hips against your face forcing more of his cock inside your mouth.

Your gag reflex was something you weren’t so proud of, just as the tip of his dick reaches the back of your tongue you audibly gag right away and pull your head back. “It’s okay, you can do it.”

He forces his cock inside your mouth again this time the head hitting a spot deeper inside your mouth making you gag again and panic to catch a breath. “Taehyung—“

“It’s alright, don’t move.” He grabs onto your hair and pounds right into your mouth, the head now hitting your tonsils and down your throat, you start kicking your legs onto the bed and trying hard to pull back, but he’s got a good grip of your hair and he doesn’t stop and can’t stop. It feels so good to fuck your mouth and watching you struggle to breathe is arousing him even more. “That’s it, you’re such a good girl.” He breathlessly pants and pushes in one last time and holds inside, your face is already turning red and your tears are streaming down your face. You keep coughing against his cock but he doesn’t pull out, he delivers a slap to your cheek and pulls back. Your lungs inflate with oxygen again as you’re gasping for a breath and coughing.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good.” He leans forward to kiss you on the lips before climbing back onto the bed and turning you on your hands and knees again, positioning himself behind you and rubbing the head of his swollen angry cock against your clit and entrance. “I wonder what it feels like inside your ass.”

Your body stiffens again when you know you’re still not ready, your swollen cunt was still sore and hurting, your hands are still cuffed to each other so you won’t be able to support your upper half if you cover up yourself, “Taehyung wait—“ You panic when you feel the head of his cock pointing towards your hole, rubbing against it and wetting it with his own spit, he doesn’t give you time to object as he already tries to push in inside you, the tightness is killing him and his eyes roll to the back of his head when your hole tightens around his shaft.

As for you, you could swear you feel him in your back, it fucking hurts so good. Your back arches and you don’t realize it yet, but you’ve been holding your breath the entire time. “Holy fucking shit Y/N where have you been.” He whimpers, reaching for the massage oil to squirt some onto your ass, he gets really impatient and unscrews the lid before dumping the entire bottle on your whole body and throwing the bottle away across the room. “Don’t move.” Your voice so low, tears are accumulating in your eyes again at the insanely good burn, and with every grunt you let out, your hole keeps clenching around him in a stroke like motion which makes him grab the belt and wrap it around your neck to pull you in closer.

 “Fuck-“ You gasp when he wraps the belt tighter around your neck, the closeness already pushing more of his cock inside you making you scream his name and throw your head back against him. He seizes the chance and bites the shell of your ear while whispering. “I’m going to fucking ruin you Y/N, no one will make you cum the way I can.”

You’re totally fucked you can’t form a sentence, only whimpers and grunts escaping your lips along with sharp breaths, your hard nipples grab his attention and he doesn’t think again before delivering a slap to your tits making you sob out his name, you’re fighting against the cuffs again when you feel them getting on your nerves, you have to use your hands, you need to pull onto something or touch him, your nails are already digging into the inside of your palm hard enough that you’re bleeding making it burn when it mixes with sweat.

You completely lose it when the purple device enters your vagina still turned off, you look at him over your shoulders in utter disbelief, you’re already over stimulated enough without the stupid vibrator. “Taehyung please—“ At this point you’re begging for him to stop, but he doesn’t. He presses onto the stupid golden button twice, knowing exactly what pattern to choose to drive you both insane, “Please, please..” Your eyes meets his, he’s more than satisfied when he looks at your face, all glowing and flushed red, tears are already messing your makeup and your lipstick is smudged. “Cum for me.”

It’s physically impossible for you to cum right now, but he insists on making you cum for the fourth or fifth time tonight, so he pushes the rest of his cock into your ass and starts jerking his hips up against yours, the sounds of your skin meeting fills the room, his thighs and hips meeting your ass cheeks and slapping them with each thrust, and before you know it you feel your orgasm approaching which makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Don’t stop.” You want to reach your end now and you find yourself grinding your hips against his, he pushes you down to land back on your cuffed hands. “Fuck yourself, come on.” He delivers a spank to your ass, finally halting his thrusts, and it takes you a moment to gather some strength and start pounding against him.

Holy fuck this is like a dream coming true to him, he even laughs and keeps spanking onto your ass. “That’s it, keep going.” He throws his head back and clicks again to change the pattern on the vibrator, this pattern is strong enough even when it’s inside your pussy, he could feel it through your walls and it sends vibrations through to his dick. “Keep going.” He grabs the belt and spanks your ass again making you jump in your place and tug onto the bed sheets, crying even louder when you feel yourself seconds away from letting go, the overwhelming pleasure controls your body and you can no longer move against him, you collapse on the bed and fight against the cuffs again.

He loses his patience and holds your hips into his hand to stay inside you as he leaves the bed to get into his feet, he uses both his hands to spread your ass cheeks apart before pounding into it again, this time furiously and not stopping whatsoever, your walls clench around the vibrator once more and you push onto your own core when you finally release your orgasm, your squirt gushing against his cock and thighs making him call out your name. “There you go, good fucking girl.” He rubs your clit and keeps fucking you through your orgasm. “Fucking god, please Taehyung, please..” You gasp for a breath and your walls clenching pushes the vibrator out of you, finally.

He couldn’t fight the impulsive thought of pulling out of you and going down on you, licking every single drop that fell out of your cunt down your thighs, savoring every drop that sits onto his tongue and swallowing it, before sitting back up and pushing back into your ass making you whimper when you feel yourself stuffed to the brim. And he pounds right back into you until you feel his breath quickening and his grip tightening on both your ass cheeks. “Come here.” He pulls out and grabs you by your wrist to get down on your knees to the floor, he grabs the keys from the nightstand and finally takes the cuffs off of your wrists. “Hold your tits out for me and open your mouth.” And your fucked up and fogged brain can’t process anything he said until he man handles you and forcefully makes you obey what he said, sticking his fingers down your throat while he gives his cock the last couple strokes.

You throw your head back and fight the urge to close your eyes when you’re gagging just to look at him and watch him cum right before your eyes, he shoots the first white ribbon onto your face and his balls keep clenching while he’s shooting out the rest of his cum, some end up falling on your chest and the rest goes down your mouth and throat.

And it tastes fucking horrendous.

He looks down at you with his hair all frizzy and all over his face, with sweat dripping down his forehead and even the tip of nose, down to his neck and chest. “Swallow.”

And with his cum still in your mouth you shake your head, you need to spit it out quickly because you can’t handle the taste. People must be lying when they mentioned that it tasted good but that’s total bullshit. “I said swallow.”

You’re about to reject again but he forces your mouth shut and covers it with his hand. “Swallow Y/N.”

And you were forced to swallow even when you’re clearly gagging in front of him. “Good girl.” He grabs his towel from earlier and pats his face dry. “You can go back to your place.” And just like that he enters the bathroom and you hear his shower water running leaving you on his bedroom floor.

You crawl around the room looking for your bathrobe and struggle to put it on, before gathering enough strength to get up onto your feet and leave the room, luckily it’s still late so you won’t be seen around the hotel, and just when the elevator door closes you could swear you heard Hoseok shout. “Hold it.” From a distance, but of course you wouldn’t let him see you like this.

You click the key card to your hotel room and close the door shut behind you, rushing to the toilet and throwing up what you swallowed earlier. You were pretty sure it wasn’t staying in there.

-

You had to get room services twice so they can keep you nourished with soup and warm liquids, and 3 tabs of painkillers and couple hot showers away, you were able to go to work today but you had to walk slowly and get up slowly.

“Good morning.” Taehyung and Jungkook walk into the room with wide smiles on their face, Taehyung putting his phone back into his pocket before throwing his top off and taking his seat onto your station.

“Good morning.” The girls on the station next to you answer them both and you just get to work, nothing personal really, but your tonsils were killing you from what happened the night before.

“Good morning.” Taehyung repeats, looking at your reflection in the mirror and curving his lips up into a little smile, you mirror his smile and nod your head. “Morning.”

“She’s not feeling well today.” Your friend Leah elaborates while she’s working on Jungkook’s face. “Oh no what happened?” Jungkook snaps his head towards you, Taehyung of course knows why so he doesn’t ask.

“The weather got her and she’s having a sore throat.” She adjusts Jungkook’s face and proceeds to work, “I’m alright, she’s just exaggerating.” You force a smile and start dabbing some primer onto Taehyung’s face, while you’re too focused on your job he clears his throat and whispers. “You alright?”

“Mhm.” A simple answer that was more than enough. “If you need anything I’ll be glad to help.” He glances at your face, at this point he’s just feigning this caring personality just to get you to do it again with him when you two are back home. He regrets his promise that this is going to be only one time.

“And by the way, you forgot your uhm.. device, in my room last night.”

“Goodness, please keep it.” You argue right away before laughing. “I don’t think I need it anymore, and I don’t think carrying it around in my suitcase back to Seoul is a brilliant idea.”

He chuckles and leans his head back, “What do you think about last night?” And you nudge him when you feel Jungkook’s eyes on you, he absolutely heard him and now the two of them are waiting for your answer.

“The flight? It was exhausting.” You laugh awkwardly, clearing your throat and turning away to grab the rest of the makeup brushes.

But what you don’t see, is Taehyung smirking at Jungkook and winking him, making the younger nod and give him a thumbs up while mouthing him. “Good choice.”

Last night right after he was done with his shower, he looked around the room knowing it’s empty since he heard the door locking when he went in earlier. He takes a spin around the room to turn off all the Go-pros  and collect them along with his Nikon camera, he calls room service and they’re up in seconds to clean around the room like it was never touched, of course making sure to hide suspicious things before any of the staff enters.

He takes a seat around the little coffee table near the window and turns on his iPad to download the videos of the several different angles he filmed. And of course this isn’t his first time doing it, a quick touch to the movie maker with his apple pencil before he edits the clips, cuts some and mixes some, to produce your own sex tape.

He clicks his tongue at his own dick that’s sitting in his boxers when it low key twitches at the sight of the movie, he can easily cum again if he wanted to, but now is not the time. The tape is around 38 minutes even after cutting some clips, and holy fuck he could watch it again and again.

And on their way to the stadium this morning, him and Jungkook started sharing their experience the night before, Jungkook mentioned something about sleeping with two locals from London, and Taehyung of course had to share his own experience and explicitly mentions you.

“So did you get it on tape?” Jungkook asks and Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Of course I did, I have it on my phone you wanna check it out?”

“I don’t mind.” It was 10 in the morning but the younger didn’t mind watching a sex tape in a car that had staff in it, Taehyung unlocks his phone and dims the brightness before handing it to Jungkook along with one of the airpods.

Jungkook hasn’t seen anything as animalistic as this, of course he did see other tapes before that are made by Taehyung too, but you weren’t like any of them. The sounds you made, your body, your crying and your whimpers. “She can squirt?” Jungkook’s doe eyes pierce through the phone.

“Hey, I made her squirt.” Taehyung of course takes credit for that. He lost count of the women he slept with, but none of them squirted, none of them gave Taehyung a boost of ego like you did. “How many times did she cum?”

“I don’t know, probably four, five? I lost count.” Taehyung carelessly shrugs. “It was insane.”

“That’s incredible.” Jungkook skips the video for his own sake, totally not the time to have an erection and it’s still too early in the morning. “Do you think I can get her to do anything with me?”

“She gets weird about me telling anyone about it, but I don’t know you can try.” Taehyung grabs his phone from Jungkook and locks it.

And as they both got into the stadium and Jungkook sets his eyes on you, he looks at you differently now, wishing he would spend a night with you and secretly thinking about offering you money to do it.

“Good choice.” He mouths Taehyung and throws his head back to finish his makeup.

The moment Jungkook looks at you, Taehyung asks you again. “But no really, what do you think about last night?”

You take one last glance at Jungkook who’s attention is finally averted off of you before you answer. “Not bad.” Taehyung knows you’re teasing, so he laughs and nods. “I’m glad you think so. But you clearly have a limb from all the pounding, and your throat is clearly swollen from all the face fucking.”

“Shh.” You hit his shoulder. “Someone could actually hear us.”

“Alright. But hey, you have to have your device back, I’ll carry it in my luggage if you want to and I’ll hand it back to you when we’re home.” And you totally don’t mind, as long as you avoid any possible chances of embarrassment in public.

#bts x fem!reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kim taehyung #kim taehyung x y/n #kim taehyung x you #kim taehyung x reader #taehyung x oc #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung #bangtan #bts

[minisugakoobies]

Day 1 ❄️ KTH

Kinks: face riding, Secret Santa

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: holiday, smut, enemies to lovers, Coworkers!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: drinking, kissing, swearing, face riding, oral sex (f receiving), tongue fucking, grinding, fingering, ass-slapping, fighting while face-sitting because that's what e2l is all about, blatant panty stealing, Taehyung is a cocky menace, Dynamite era blond Taehyung is the look

Word Count: 1.6K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Your work rival has an unusual Secret Santa gift for you this year

A/N: Welcome to my 12 Lays of Kinkmas! Thank you to @goodsoop for the brilliant prompts. First up is a little e2l with Taehyung being a menace as usual.

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 2

“A coupon book? Are you kidding me?!” 

Taehyung merely gazes at you with that annoyingly calm expression of his, the one you loathe, while you pry the booklet out of the box, holding it by the edges as if its very existence offends you. Which it kind of does, seeing as how it’s a gift from your least favorite coworker. And a fucking cheap one at that. This man waltzes around in designer clothes, gets ridiculously expensive haircuts, and drives an overpriced high end luxury vehicle. In your line of work as pharma reps, image is everything. And yet this is the Secret Santa gift he gives you?!

“I made it myself. They say the best gifts come from the heart,” he informs you with a slight pout of his plump lips, brushing his honeyed blond locks out of his face. 

“I’d buy that if I thought you had a heart,” you retort. Kim Taehyung is a master manipulator. He knows exactly how to play your customers. It’s why he’s consistently one of the two top reps at your company. 

But that other top rep? Is you. And you’re too smart to fall for his wounded puppy routine. 

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Just take a look at what’s in there,” he insists, pointing with the hand holding his cocktail, making the ice clink against the glass. He props himself against one of the chairs in front of your desk, the sleeves on his black shirt rolled up to display sinewy forearms that flex as he raises his drink to his lips. Despite your disdain for this man, you have to hand it to him - even in a simple button-down and slacks tonight, he still looks rather luxurious. 

The revelry of the holiday party still raging throughout the floor is slightly muted in here with the door half-shut. You’d ducked into your office to escape that skeevy HR rep from the fifth floor who kept complimenting your dress a little too much, only to be surprised when Taehyung had followed you in, the silver gift box in his large hands as shiny as the rings adorning his fingers.

Curiosity gets the better of you and you flip through the book. The coupons are simple, just stark white text on black paper. Taehyung wanders around your desk, perching on the corner so he can observe you closely while you read. 

“‘Good for one Starbucks run.’ Does that mean you’re buying, or does that mean you’ll go but make me pay?” 

“Didn’t realize I had to spell it out for you, but that means I’d buy.” 

His condescending tone makes you sneer. “Mmm. I should hope so. Oh, now come on - ‘Good for one hour of mentoring’?” You give him a look. 

“What?” The corner of his mouth twists into a tiny smirk. “That’s actually a priceless deal. I wouldn’t give my sales secrets away to just anyone for free.” 

“You’re unbelievable. Congratulations on doing the absolute bare minimum for my Christmas g-” You break off as you turn to the last coupon in the thin book. Reread the words several times. Then glance up at your coworker. “I take it back. Thanks for giving me a completely useless gift.” 

Taehyung’s eyes narrow. “I beg your pardon?” 

“Why would you give me a coupon that’s no good?” And you hold up the final piece of paper, upon which is inscribed, ‘Good for one mindblowing orgasm, no strings attached.’

“No good?!” His pitch rises just as his eyebrow does. “That’s a serious offer.” 

“I’m not doubting that you’re offering, Taehyung,” you purr, voice smooth as silk. “I’m doubting that you can guarantee it.” 

He doesn’t respond to that, just taps his glass with one long finger while his dark eyes study your face. Then he stands and walks towards the door. An insult is on the tip of your tongue as you watch him retreat, until you realize he’s not leaving. 

He’s locking the door. 

You stay silent as he slowly strolls back around your desk. There’s a charge in the air as he places his hands on the arm rests of your chair and leans over until you’re face to face. “Would you like a free sample?” he murmurs, lips close enough to yours that he inhales your shocked gasp. “I’m feeling… generous.” 

It’s not necessarily that you want to fuck your annoying coworker. It’s just that you can’t pass up an opportunity to prove him wrong, especially about something he’d brag about like this. 

That’s what you try to convince yourself, anyway, as you reach out and roll the top button of his shirt between your fingers. “Go on, then.” 

He wastes no time, taking you by the hand and pulling you into his arms. His lips are firmer than they look, keenly sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and lapping at it. You whimper, melting against him, making him laugh. 

“I knew you’d be easy like this,” he hums, one hand sliding under your thigh to lift it, wrap it around him. “Like putty in my hands.” 

“Fuck off,” you grumble roughly. The heat behind your words isn’t anger. It’s pure, unbridled lust, finally released after years of being pent-up. You’ll likely regret this in the morning, but right now, all you want is him. And he clearly wants you too, judging by the sizeable bulge you keep rubbing against. “Don’t you have something you should be doing right now? Something to prove?” 

“So impatient,” he clucks, shaking his head. “Fine. You wanna get right down to it?” His hands slide under your skirt as he cocks a brow. You nod, and he grips the waistband of your stockings, pulling them to the floor as he sinks to his knees. He peels your panties off next, and after you step out of them, tucks the sodden satin into his pocket with a wicked grin. 

“Pervert,” you hiss, trying to hide your delight. 

Your coworker just smirks harder as he arranges himself on his back. When you don’t move from where you stand, he tips his head to give you a questioning look. “Are you waiting for an invitation, or….”

You drop down, shins pressing into the carpet on either side of his head. “God, I can’t wait to smother you.” 

“Then have at it almmmmph.” With very little patience, you lower yourself, cutting off his retort as your cunt rubs against the lower half of his face. His lips kiss against yours rather gently, but then his tongue slides out, wiggling over your clit with stunning strength before he sucks the bud into his mouth, and you nearly topple over in surprise.

“Fuck!” Hand slapping against your desk, you struggle to hold yourself upright, the tough fibers of your office’s cheap carpet scratching at your knees. He does the wiggle move over and over until your eyes start to roll back in your head. “So good, Taehyung!” 

It feels unnatural to praise your coworker. Thankfully for once, he doesn’t respond with his signature smirk or a smartass comment. Instead, he simply hums, burying his face further as he fucks you with his slippery tongue. 

Taehyung’s strong fingers dig into your thighs, urging you to slide forward. Groaning, you start to rock, shamelessly grinding against his mouth. “Yes, just like that!”

He replaces his tongue with one of his long fingers, searching for and finding your sweet spot with uncanny speed. As his finger strokes rapidly, you mewl like a helpless kitten, and he laughs. “What did I say? Like putty.” 

“And what did I say? Get on with it!” you pant, doubling over until your palms hit the floor. In this position, your clit lines up perfectly with his lips, and he pulls the aching nub back into his mouth. “I was promised ah, shit, oh my god!” Your taunt falls apart as Taehyung quickly wrings an orgasm from you. You cry out, hand threading through his caramel locks while you ride out your high on his soaked face. 

Collapsing onto your elbows, you try to catch your breath, jumping in shock when Taehyung slaps your ass. “Hey!”

“That means ‘get off,’” he deadpans, shimmying out from under you. 

“No thanks, just did.” 

Taehyung merely gazes at you with that irksome blank look. “Was that sample to your liking?” he asks, wiping his chin with your panties before pushing them back into his pocket.

You shrug, the picture of nonchalance. “It was satisfactory. I suppose.”

“Good. Merry Christmas,” his tongue caresses your name like it caressed your clit. “When you’re ready to cash those in, you know where to find me.” Turning on his heel, he grabs what remains of his drink and exits your office. 

As the door closes behind him, you flop bonelessly into your chair, relief washing over you, because you were two seconds away from offering to suck his cock. And you're already pretty embarrassed at how fast he was able to get you off. There’s only so much shame and regret you’re capable of processing at once.

The coupon book lies open on your desk. You glance at the orgasm coupon for a moment. Something dawns on you. Grabbing the book, you hastily roll your stockings back on, and then leave your office, heading for the copier room. You may not have proven him wrong, but you’ve won anyway. 

What good salesman forgets to add ‘Limit one per customer?’ 

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[saturnnelahy]

◦•●◉✿ They are two ✿◉●•◦

Paring: Kim Taehyung x FemReader

Genre: Fluffy, Taehyung being extra cute

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His hands were sweating a little so he rubbed them against his tight black jeans, trying futilely to calm down a little as he let out a heavy sigh, his eyes fixed on the clock above the door that seemed to be ticking slowly as if it wanted to torture him, his feet with their heavy black cut-offs tapped nervously against the floor causing a low rhythmic sound as his head rested against the wall behind him, the ceiling of the place was ugly and very bright, causing a slight discomfort if he looked at it for too long. He sighed, his body aching from sitting in that hard, uncomfortable plastic chair, but he couldn't leave, he needed to see and hear his little girl, to know that it was her.

A smile lit up his face when he imagined her, his beautiful little girl, he could hardly contain his joy and excitement when he thought about it, it still seemed unreal how things had changed so much for him in such a short time and how his already happy life had become immensely happier after receiving that wonderful news. One day he was just Taehyung, a bts member, a good friend, a good boyfriend, and now he was…

— Miss Yn and Mr Kim — Called a nurse in a light blue coat at door number 06, the same door he knew so well and would continue to enter for some time until the big day arrived. Taehyung jumped out of his chair, relieved to finally be able to leave that tedious room and not have to feel his body ache because of those horrible chairs. His smile covered his whole face, making him look sweet and jovial, which made him even more beautiful — This way, please.

He held her hand gently and helped guide her into the white room with one of his hands on her back. The delicacy with which his hands touched her body made it seem like glass, like an extremely delicate rose; he looked at her so passionately that the girl's heart almost stopped beating. When he had finished laying her on the gurney, he stopped next to her head, held one of her hands and stroked her hair with the other while looking excitedly at the small screen.

During the doctor's conversation with his girlfriend, the boy's mind travelled far and wide, trying to imagine different shades of hair, eyes, and what his little hands or nose would look like. Would she look more like his family or hers? Would it have a way about it like his or hers? Would its laugh be like hers? He wanted it to look like her so much.

— Do you want to hear the heart? — The doctor asked and they both said yes immediately, which made her laugh, Yn squeezed his hand lightly, which made Taehyung smile even more. The sensation of hearing his own child's heart beating was indescribable, it beat so fast and strong, a sigh broke through his lips at the same time as a shiver ran through his body, emotion filling his heart, but there was something strange — They're healthy babies, they're two girls, congratulations.

Time seemed to have stopped and Taehyung remained petrified as the doctor explained that one of the twins had been hidden during the first consultation, a consultation in which they ended up not being able to hear the little heart because the device was slightly faulty. The man looked at his future wife's belly while he felt an immense joy invade him, he was a little afraid that he might not be able to cope with everything, but knowing that he was going to be the father of two girls filled him with a joy that he didn't know he would be able to feel. Taehyung had finally got the family he had once longed for.

— There are two of them! And they're going to be girls! I won! — He shouted excitedly, looking at his girlfriend, who sighed and rolled her eyes, but then laughed at his excitement. The young father was referring to the bet they had made as soon as they found out they were pregnant, that if they were girls, the names would be chosen by him, Taehyung hugged her gently and kissed her forehead, feeling like the happiest man in the universe — They're twins, love, our girls!!!

He turned away to look at her and the happiness he felt was reflected in her, he could see his whole life being spent next to that woman and all the happy memories they would share together, he had never loved anyone so much and he doubted he would ever love another woman apart from her, he had finally found his "home".

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This is just a little something I thought of today and thought someone might like to read it 💜 Have a good night💜

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[goldenchainhoney]

tell me you love me in private | kth - chapter one

summary: another summer, another three months spent at your favourite place; your family's summer resort. expecting nothing but the usual summer activities, you are taken aback when a new visitor staying at the resort shakes up not just your summer, but potentially your whole life.

pairings: idol!taehyung x f!reader

warnings: smut, age gap (tae is 27, reader is 19), angst, fluff, tae and reader can't communicate well.

word count: 6.3k

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the images flashing across your closed eyelids abruptly stopped as you awoke from your slumber, feeling the sharp sting from the sun in your eyes as you opened them. it was suki. you leaned back on your elbows, blocking the sun from your eyes as you looked down at her. she was barking at you, the sound barely audible through the music in your ears, but clearly enough to shake you out of your dreams.

sighing, you unplugged your headphones and took them out, pausing the music on your phone as you raised an eyebrow at the excited little pup at your feet. assuming she just wanted a buddy to play with you stood from the tanning bed and adjusted your bikini, only to be interrupted.

"y/n!" you turned your head to your mom, stood by the beautifully set dining table on the patio by the back entrance of the house. she was quite a distance away from your location - the garden - but you were still able to see the freshly squeezed orange juice and lemonade set out on the dining table, stored in shiny glass bottles. the table was otherwise set with a variety of delicious pastries and fruits; croissants, danishes, éclairs, peaches, cherries, apples - all plucked from the orchard not far away from your location. you ruffled suki's fur as your mom waved you over; "our new guest's just arrived! come and say hi."

you felt your heart beat a little faster. it wasn't like it was your first time having guests visit from foreign countries - after all that was kind of the point. you just weren't the best at meeting strangers. especially strangers you couldn't understand. hopefully this visitor was a little better at english than your last one - she seemed nice and all, but it had been hard to get to know her. not that you tried all that much, but at least you'd listened when your parents had conversations with her. she had only been here for a little while though, whereas this visitor was supposed to stay here for the entire summer.

the only thing you could really say you knew about this stranger so far was that he was from korea. and that he's a musician, or at least you thought that's what he was.

you made your way up the stairs from the garden to the patio, opening the backdoor your mom had just walked in from leading to the kitchen, no one anywhere to be found. your guess was that everyone was in the front yard already greeting the stranger, but you figured his first impression of you shouldn't be of you in your bikini. you tsk'ed at the front door, turning to run up the stairs and into your bedroom. you found a fresh set of clothes, or as fresh as they were when you'd last thrown them onto your bed; a basic white crop top with some boring denim shorts. not too crazy of a fashion choice, but you were in a hurry after all. and it's not like you were trying to impress anyone. you fixed the gold jewellery already resting on your collarbones and quickly ruffled out your hair before rushing down the stairs and out of the front door.

your mother and sister were the first to spot you, your dad too busy making conversation with the newcomer to notice your presence yet, although you thought you heard him say something about having practiced his korean.

your mom grabbed your chin and smoothed out the hair you'd just fixed. "mom!" you complained, trying to pull away but to no avail. she was deep in mom-mode, turning your face from one side to the other as she analysed it.

"honey, you're all sunburnt! did I not tell you to wear sunscreen?" she placed her hands on her hips, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"mom, please! now's not the time." it was easy to brush her off given the fact that you were in the middle of greeting the new guest, but that didnt stop her from sending you a disapproving look before returning to the conversation. your sister sent you a look, poking a little fun at your mother's scolding, causing you to giggle a little. she giggled too, holding a hand over her mouth to try and stop herself from laughing too loudly.

you turned back to the ongoing conversation, only to find a pair of eyes staring right into yours. you felt your smile falter as you made eye contact with him. it was the first time you got to actually see his face, and wow. he was gorgeous. maybe you'd misplaced him for being a model and not a musician? because surely he was a model.

he held out his hand as he came closer to you, sending a bright smile your way. "hello, I'm taehyung. nice to meet you," he said in your language, taking you by surprise. it didn't sound very good with his broken accent and he probably only knew that one sentence, but you respected his attempt. you took his hand, warm against yours with the exception of the cool bracelet around his wrist that grazed you, and shook it as you broke eye contact multiple times. his eyes were irresistible, which was why it was so hard to keep your blood from rushing to your cheeks, hence your attempt to look anywhere but at him.

"hello," you responded, in english, just to make it easier for him. "I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you too." you let go of his hand as soon as was possible, trying your best to act like an actual human being and not a socially awkward fool. you stepped back, gathering your hands in front of you as your eyes met his once more before your dad yet again started up a conversation.

"well, why don't you follow me, taehyung, and let the kids take care of your luggage?" your dad suggested, waving taehyung to follow after him. taehyung nodded and they both made their way inside.

your sister huffed, pouting as she grabbed one of the large suitcases. "why do we always have to do the hard work?" she whined, but was quickly gone with the suitcase in hand. your mother turned to you as you picked up the other suitcase.

"don't forget to use aftersun, it's for your own good. and for the love of god, apply some goddamn sunscreen. the sun can be very dangerous." she made her way back inside as she finished her sentence.

"yes mother, I understand," you replied in a fake tired voice, smiling a little at her protectiveness. you attempted to lift the suitcase, but damn that thing was heavy.

"you'll thank me when you don't get skin cancer!" and then she was gone.

you sighed, taking a deep breath before lifting up the suitcase for a second time, hurriedly making your way inside with it. the stairs leading up to the bedrooms were your biggest enemy, slowly making your way up the steps while having to take little breaks. how did your sister make it look so easy?

and just as the thought entered your mind, there she was, squeezing past you with a wink. you rolled your eyes, looking her way until she was out of your view. she was probably already eating away at those delicious croissants with the others in the backyard. and after that hazy nap under the hot sun, your stomach was practically screaming to be filled with some delicious food.

your newly found motivation made you hurry a little more, and before you knew it, you found yourself in taehyung's bedroom, placing the suitcase at the end of his bed, next to where your sister had put the other one. you fanned your face as best as you could with your hand, catching your breath for a moment after having walked up the stairs with his heavy luggage. what had that man packed? bricks? it sure felt like it.

a knock on the already open door to the bedroom startled you out of your overheated daze, quickly turning around at the sound. you let out a sigh of relief, placing a hand over your heart. it was taehyung.

he held his hands up, a concerned look on his face. "sorry," he said, this time speaking in english.

you shook your head and waved him off even though your heart was still beating out of your chest. "it's okay."

he nodded, walking towards you. you swallowed a lump in your throat as he approached you, not knowing what to do with yourself, when he then turned and grabbed the suitcase you'd just carried up here.

you smiled shyly, feeling your blood rush to your face again. suddenly you were thankful that your skin was already tinted red from being sunburnt. he smiled back as he opened up his suitcase on the bed.

"I for-forgot something," he explained, shying away after his attempt at the foreign words. he chuckled slightly. "sorry. my english is not good."

he fished out a pair of black sunglasses and what looked like a leatherback notebook from his suitcase. he ran his fingers through his dark locks, tilting his head back as he did so. he was such a beautiful human being, you couldn't help but to look at him. a white dress shirt clung onto his tanned skin and a pair of black pants hung onto his hips with the use of a belt. how he even managed to wear pants in this heat and not die was a mystery to you, but you couldn't deny that they looked good on him. he was close enough that you could smell his suntan lotion - at least you assumed that was it since it smelled exactly like the one they sold at your local store. coconut scented.

he turned to you then. you realised how close you were to him suddenly and stumbled back. at first you thought he hadn't noticed the close proximity, but as he turned to leave the room, a small smirk revealed itself on his face.

"-and then all of the peaches fell from the tree, all onto little y/n's head," your father laughed, coming to the end of the third story he'd shared in the past twenty minutes. you rolled your eyes, taking a bite from the chocolate croissant in your hand. why would he tell such embarrassing stories about you to a stranger? and a handsome one at that. you sunk into your seat, wanting to disappear as he continued; "not that we had much chance to stop it from happening. after all, y/n was the one shaking the tree like crazy! it was like she was begging for it to happen." he put his hand over his belly as he laughed it off, taehyung sitting beside him joining in on the laughter. he seemed immersed in the story, but all you could hope was that he didn't understand much of it.

"cut y/n some slack, honey. you forgot to mention this happened years ago, when she was only nine," your mother added, placing a hand on your fathers arm.

"oh, calm down, would ya? I'm just having some fun with our new guest. besides, it's not like it would be unlikely to happen even now. she's still my crazy little girl." your dad sent you a wholehearted smile, before grabbing his pastry and taking a big bite out of it. your parted your lips, glancing next to him to see taehyung already staring at you. you wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

seeking an escape, you stood up, turning on your feet to leave. "I'm gonna go chill a bit by the pool with my trusty friend," you announced, holding up the book you'd grabbed from your bedroom before you came out here. forgetting that taehyung of course couldn't understand you, you considered translating for a split second, before deciding against it.

"please, y/n, don't stay out in the sun for too long. did you remember that sunscreen?"

you fished out the bottle of sunscreen you'd kept in your pocket and held it up for your mother to see in response without turning to see her reaction.

you placed your book on the sand-coloured tiles by the pool, kicking off your flip flops before applying the sunscreen to your skin. you made sure to cover every inch of your skin just for your mother's satisfaction, even though you struggled a bit when it came to covering your back.

you couldn't wait to get a dip in the pool. being out in the sun for only a couple of minutes was already killing you. you reached under your shirt, peeling it off your body and placing it on the stone bench built up against the ledge of the pool. your shorts followed right after. luckily you'd kept your bikini on, knowing you'd be taking off your clothes again later to enjoy the weather.

you sat down on the stone ledge, legs dipping into the pool. the water was already cooling you down even though it only reached up to your knees. you fetched your book from beside you, opening it up from where you left off. it was a book you'd read years ago, but you could barely even remember what it was about, so you figured you'd give it another read. all you could remember was that you'd really enjoyed reading it, but who knew. now that you were older, maybe you'd look at it differently.

you reached for your earbuds, plugging them into your ears and connecting the wire to your phone. you unpaused your music and let the playlist continue as it was. the soft breeze floated around in the air, blowing loose strands of hair into your face every once in a while. you found it a little annoying but it also made it easier to withstand the harsh sun. you sat there for a while, peacefully enjoying the atmosphere whilst letting your thoughts wander once in a while.

suddenly, you felt ice cold water roll down your back. letting out a shriek, you twisted your body away from the sensation. pulling out your earbuds, you were met with laughter from the predator behind you, and you twisted around to confront the felon.

"tobi!" you seethed, placing your book beside you as your bubble of peace had officially been popped. tobi continued laughing, clapping his hands together as he plopped down beside you. he swung a wet arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him in a playful manner.

"oh, I'm sorry, y/n! I honestly thought you'd enjoy a little cooling down." he grinned at you with a straight row of white teeth, his eyes shining with joy. you pushed him off of you, but couldn't help but smile along with him. he just had that effect on people. you were sure that he could get away with stabbing children if he just said he didn't mean to do it. not that he'd ever do such a thing.

you'd met tobi last year, when his family was staying over at the resort. his dad and yours had become good friends over the years, so as of last year he allowed them to stay at the resort whenever they wanted. you'd spent most of the summer with him - surfing on the beach, biking around town, swimming in the pool or tanning by it. there wasn't a single day where you didn't see each other. when you had to go back to school again, you honestly thought you wouldn't see him for a long time. that this was his excuse to finally be done with you, not that you would blame him for that. you had wondered all summer how you managed to be friends with him. but then you just settled with the fact that a guy like tobi could befriend just about anyone. besides, he didn't cut you off after that summer. he'd always text you and figure out which days you were free to hang out again, and so you continued spending time together. finally, you stopped feeling like he was only friends with you because of your dads, and appreciated that you'd made a friend like him.

"you're the worst," you said, but you both knew you didn't mean it.

he reached over and picked up the book you'd been reading. "'lolita'? isn't this book about, like, a pedophile?" he asked, brushing a thumb over the heart-shaped sunglasses on the cover.

you snatched the book out of his hands, drying off where his wet fingers had been. "it's much more than just that. if you actually read a book once in a while maybe you'd know."

he put a hand to his bare chest and tried looking as offended as possible. "I'd have you know that I do read! they've got to keep me busy in school somehow."

you rolled your eyes playfully and set your book next to you again. "did you come here just to poke fun at me?" you asked. not meaning for it to sound like you didn't want him here, you smiled at him.

he smiled back, blue-green eyes looking almost supernatural in the sun. "not everything's about you, missy." he poked you in the ribs jokingly, but the words still stung a little. "I came to greet the new visitor, of course! after all, I can't wait to be his personal tour guide to our beautiful hometown."

you splashed water at him, aiming for his golden locks but instead hitting his cheek. "I'm sure he's gonna love that." you said it in a sarcastic way, but really, you meant it. tobi was perfect for that kind of thing. still, you were a bit disappointed he hadn't come here just to see you.

he smirked for a second and said; "you better watch what you say. someday you'll piss off the wrong kind of people," before pushing you into the pool.

you went under with a splash, flailing to reach the surface. when you did, you were just about ready to murder him, but he'd already jumped in after you. you felt a pull at you ankle, and before you knew it, you were underwater again. you shoved at his chest under the water, but he simply just pulled you to him, pushing you both to the surface.

you gasped for air, pushing your wet hair out of your eyes. you heard him before you saw him, that laugh of his only making you more furious. you growled, flinging yourself at him only to be stopped from punching him when his hands grabbed ahold of your arms. you glared at him, but he just gave you a knowing smile.

he slowly let go of you, moving his hand up to brush a stray hair from your face, letting his thumb graze over your wet cheek as he did so. your face went slack, all traces of anger disappearing. what was happening?

his smile slowly went away, eyes dropping to your lips. suddenly, you noticed your close proximity, your hands resting on his chest. licking his lips, he leaned closer, but before he had the chance to do something he was surely gonna regret, you placed both of your hands on his head and pushed him under the surface.

you laughed as you made your escape towards the pool ledge, his angry protests following behind you. you lifted yourself out of the pool before he had the chance to catch you, water dripping from your body as you watched him lift himself out, too.

"I'm gonna get you back for that," he swore, pointing a daring finger at you. you giggled, grabbing a towel for him and then one for you, drying yourself off and wringing out your hair.

"I'd like to see you try," you teased. he whipped his head around like a dog, water from his hair splashing you before you had the chance to cover yourself.

"just you wait, y/n," he mumbled threateningly, but then smiled that charming smile of his and it was like that moment in the pool never happened.

"tobias? is that you?" you turned your head to see your mother waving the two of you over.

"hello mrs. y/l/n! you look young as ever." he kissed her cheek as you reached where she stood in the backyard. you looked behind her to see the dining table abandoned and cleared of what was once there. for a second you wondered where your new guest had gone, before focusing on the conversation again.

"oh, stop it. you, on the other hand! I almost didn't recognise you, you looked so grown." tobi shrugged her off, but stood a little taller after your mother's compliment. it was true - he'd gotten at least twice as big as he was last summer, packing on some muscle in all the right places. his change in appearance was obvious. “you arrived just in time!"

your mother fumbled around with a stack of papers on the table, lifting the pages and putting them aside until she found what she was looking for. impatiently, you crossed your arms and asked her; “just in time for what?”

she turned back to you, handing tobi the paper with a sweet smile. “tobi is gonna show our new guest around town. isn’t that right, tobi?”

tobi snatched the paper from her hand, folding it out to reveal its contents; a map. he bowed as if he’d just put on a lifetime of a performance and put on a smile that reached his eyes. “that’s right. I’ve waited my whole life for this.”

you rolled your eyes at his dramatics, grabbing a glass from the table and filling it with water, knowing that if you didn’t stay hydrated in weather like this you’d just about pass out.

your mother laughed. “y/n, why don’t you join them? I’m sure it’ll be fun.”

tobi turned to see your response, eyes practically begging for you to join them. you almost felt a little bad that you had to turn the offer down, but you just weren’t in the mood to bike around, sweaty and smelling like sunscreen. especially when you already felt worn out from the sunshine. besides, going with them meant having to chat with taehyung. not that you didn’t want to, you just knew it was for the best for him not to know how socially awkward you were. if he didn’t already think it after your not-so-meet-cute in his bedroom, he’d definitely think it if he spent more time with you. all you really wanted to do was take a nap.

“sorry, I’m just not up for it today.” you downed the rest of your water to try and distract yourself from seeing the disappointment on tobi’s face. “I think I’m gonna take a nap. but I’ll see you later,” you said, turning to go inside through the kitchen. you waved goodbye to tobi before making your departure.

when you entered the kitchen, your sister was by the sink doing the dishes. you placed your glass into the dishwasher, giving her a coy smile as you slipped out of the room before she could complain about you not helping out.

you jogged up the spiralled stairs, and the second you reached your bedroom you flopped onto your bed with a sigh. somehow your soft mattress and fluffy pillow always managed to make you realise how exhausted you'd been the second you lay down on your bed.

for a couple of minutes you found yourself regretting not going with tobi. not because he’d been sad you didn’t go, and not because it would’ve made him happy to be in your company. in fact, your regret had nothing to do with him. weirdest of all was that it was taehyung. it was him you were thinking of when you regretted your decision. him and that moment in his bedroom. but your regret only lasted for those few minutes, and before you could contemplate it, you were fast asleep.

when you woke up you were met with the sound of cicadas coming from outside. you knew then, that it must’ve been sometime in the late afternoon. you rolled over, stretching out your body before sitting up in your bed. the nap had definitely helped, but now you were dying for a glass of lemonade to quench your thirst.

you made your way down the staircase, entering the kitchen and searching the fridge for the freshly squeezed juice. still in a bit of a haze, you only noticed the laughter and chatter coming from the patio after you’d poured yourself a glass. looking over at the sink, you saw recently used pots and pans stacked on top of each other. the oven was still hot and the house smelled like rosemary.

you stepped out onto the patio where everyone else was already sitting. dinner was laid out on the dining table; fettuccine alfredo, minestrone soup and rosemary garlic foccacia bread along with black and green olives and marinated garlic on the side. you almost drooled at the sight.

"hey! saved you a seat." tobi smiled as he spotted you, waving you over. he pulled the chair out for you and you sat down with a small "thank you". he sat back down on his seat next to you and continued eating. your mother grabbed your plate and started piling food onto it while keeping the conversation going.

you glanced a look over at taehyung, expecting him to be fully indulged in the conversation with your mom and dad, but instead you found that he was already looking at you. it was not a warm gaze he held, rather a cold one that held no trace of emotion. you wondered what you’d done to piss him off, for him to be looking at you in such a cruel way. you looked away before he had the chance to make you feel worse, hoping he'd stop looking your way when you did.

instead, you chose to focus on your plate in front of you, thanking your mother for serving you your food. you silently began eating as you tried tuning in to the conversation. but it was impossible to focus. throughout dinner, you couldn't help but look in taehyung's direction, waiting to see if you'd meet his cold eyes once more. to see if he was still mad at you, for reasons you didn't even know. it was unfair. you started feeling angrier and angrier as he continued ignoring you for the rest of the night. what could you have possibly done to make him look at you that way? you thought back to earlier in the day, but you couldn’t recall acting rudely towards him.

you watched as he listened to your parents talk, laughing at their stupid jokes you'd heard about a thousand times whenever they'd told them to previous visitors. you wondered how much of it he understood. for a second, you thought you'd imagined how he'd looked at you. that you were reading too much into things. and maybe you were. or maybe you weren't. either way, all of your questions remained unanswered.

later, you and tobi biked to the ice cream parlour that was close by. you watched the sun go down as you sat on the grass under a blossoming olive tree, enjoying your gelatos. tobi had asked if you wanted a taste of his, feeding you a big scoop with his pink plastic spoon. you’d giggled when a string of melted ice cream dribbled down your chin, wiping it off before he had the chance to.

you had wanted to ask what happened when him and taehyung had rode through town on their bikes. what kinds of things they'd talked about. had tobi said something about you to make taehyung not like you? was that it? but you couldn’t imagine tobi would do such a thing. not that you’d know, because you never asked him how it went, and he never told you.

the next day, you decided it was the perfect morning for some alone time on the balcony. you had always been lucky that your room was one of the ones leading out to a balcony. one of your favourite things to do when waking up this early was sitting by the small round table and enjoy the silence that one couldn't find on any other time of the day.

but as you sat down at the table, ready to indulge in some sketching, your heart skipped a beat when you spotted taehyung across from you, on the balcony next to yours. you'd forgotten there was also one attached to his room, and then felt stupid for forgetting. he was standing by the railing, already looking at you when he puffed out smoke from the cigarette he was holding. you didn't know how long you just sat there staring - minutes? seconds? -, but in your defence, you weren't used to having a neighbour. not for a long time, anyway.

you remembered this one girl, who'd stayed here for only a week's time, and she'd always be out on that very balcony taehyung stood on, smoking, reading, talking on the phone. you couldn't recall her name or what country she'd been form, but she had seemed nice enough. at least that's what you'd gathered from your little chitchats out here.

you watched him suck on the bud of the cigarette, inhaling its deadly contents, before blowing out a cloud of smoke once again. and, to your surprise, he spoke to you. “good morning.”

"good morning." you were nervous. of course you were. after yesterday you just assumed he''d never want to talk to you, but here he was, talking to you like it was routine.

he eyed your pyjama set and then the sketchbook in front of you. he put out his cigarette in the glass ashtray placed on the table of his balcony. "you draw?"

it was a question, but the way he said it made it sound more like a statement. "not really. well, I-" you cut yourself off. you did draw, but it was kind of your little secret. a hobby of yours no one really knew about. sure, maybe someone'd caught you penning away on your sketchbook when you were sitting in the shade, but you'd never told anyone. you didn't want anyone to put their judgement onto your drawings and doodles, and it would kill you to have to feel like you had to be good at it. you knew you'd start feeling that way if people knew. "it's nothing."

he nodded, placing his hands in the pockets of his pants. those pants, the colour of the cappuccino you'd be enjoying in a few minutes. how were they not killing him in this heat? he wore an outfit similar to yesterday - the same style, but just slightly different. still adorning a dress shirt, but this time it was a creamy beige instead of plain white. his sunglasses hung from the v it formed down his chest.

it was silent for a little while. you didn't know what to say and you didn't know how much he would understand, so you settled for silence. you figured he was doing the same. but then he opened his mouth, as if to speak, but it wasn't his voice you heard, it was your sister's;

"y/n!" you snapped your head to where she stood in the doorway to your bedroom, already dressed for the day. you threw a small glance at taehyung before you went to her. what had he been about to say? the thought of not knowing killed you. "hey, I need you to do me a favour," she said, taking a seat on the foot of your bed. she seemed chirpy.

"what is it?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at her. you never knew what she was up to.

"well, you see, I was supposed to go with aunt cecilia and our cousins to pluck fruit from the fruit trees while they're still good enough to eat, but... you remember jeremiah? well, he asked me out today and I really, really want to go, sissy. you know how sweet he is!" your sister was giddy with joy, so much so she was twirling a finger around a free strand of hair, probably without being aware of her actions.

you tilted your head to the side, feeling more so confused than worried about this "favour" of hers. "and what does this have to do with me? surely aunt c. and the twins can manage a couple of fruit trees on their own for a day?"

she winced, dropping her carefree hand to her lap with a pout. "mom said they called today. they have the flu or something, so they're not gonna be able to make it. please help me out here? I really want to spend the day with jeremiah, and you're not busy, are you?" as she talked she thumbed at the fabric of her dress.

you sighed. "and you can't just pick the fruit trees on a different day?"

"we've already postponed it because we had to prepare for our visitor, - taehyung, was it? otherwise the fruit will go bad, and you know how mom feels about wasted food." she bit her lip, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "please? I'll even get you something from the market in town!"

"alright, alright. I'll do it," you complied, and she jumped up from her seat on your bed and threw her arms around you.

"thank you! thank you! you're the best." when she pulled away from you she was practically so ecstatic she was levitating, smile so big that it lit up her entire face. before you could respond, she was dashing out of the door, the last you saw of her being her dress flowing behind her.

you shook your head slightly but couldn't help but to smile at your sister's antics. but at her departure you remembered what you'd been doing before her arrival, mastering up the courage to go out on the balcony again to continue your short-lived chat with taehyung. but when you stepped out on the balcony, he was already gone.

when you walked out on the patio your mother was sitting by the dining table, having tea with some friends. you recognised them from the other times they'd visited and greeted them with a wave, walking over to them.

"good morning, honey. there's breakfast for you inside," your mother said, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back. you smiled, relieved that there was still some left for you. you'd gotten a little too carried away with drawing, you hadn't noticed it was close to noon already.

"thanks, mom. I'll be popping by the orchard instead of y/s/n sometime today, just so you know," you told her, grabbing an apple from the bowl of fruit placed on the table.

"oh, alright. will you be going alone?"

you bit into your apple, enjoying the juiciness of it. sweet, a little sour, but not too much. you nodded; "since aunt c. can't make it."

your mother furrowed her brows for a second, before smiling at you again, squinting her eyes from the sun.

you ate breakfast in the garden, entertaining yourself by people-watching. everyone staying at the resort, or acquaintances of the sort, was enjoying the nice weather, either lounging by the pool, swimming in it or finding comfort in the shade. suki was resting by your feet, and you fed her what you couldn't eat of your breakfast.

when you were leaving for the orchard, you made sure to pack a bag of essential things, just in case you wanted to go somewhere afterwards. on your way to get your bike you stumbled across martha, the person responsible for creating the delicious meals you ate at the resort. without a doubt the person who'd cooked your breakfast this morning.

"oh, hi martha! what are you doing out here?" you asked, placing your bag of things in the basket attached to your bike. you unlocked it and moved it away from the wall it had been parked against.

"hello, sweet y/n. I was just talking to the new visitor. he wanted to know how to get to the orchard so he could help out, the kind young man," she explained, clasping her hands together. you looked around, but there was no trace of the man she was talking about.

"you mean taehyung? how did he know to go there?" you didn't know what shocked you more - the fact that he knew help was needed there, or that this meant you were going to be spending the day there with him, picking fruit from trees. it made you feel all sorts of things - dread, excitement. you tried forcing your emotions down. you had to remain calm, otherwise you knew you'd just end up embarrassing yourself.

"I don't know - he did not tell me," she shrugged, pushing your hair out of your face as you mounted your bike.

"oh, okay then." you smiled at her and waved goodbye, kicking off the gravelled path with the help of your foot. you took your time getting there, biking slowly so as to not sweat like a pig upon your arrival.

you wondered why, even if taehyung knew that there was a lack of help at the orchard, he would go there by free will. was he really just so kind as to spend his precious vacation helping out at a resort he was paying to stay at? you thought back to the way he'd looked at you yesterday. you wondered what it had all meant, seeing as there was no sign of hostility from him on the balcony this morning. and then you wondered why you kept wondering about him.

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[its-straykeedz]

purple person ; kth

pairing: kim taehyung x afab!reader

genre: angst, fluff, a bit suggestive in the end

tw: mentions of body-shaming, mentions of hurtful comments, reader is self-conscious about her physical appearance, mentions of a breakup;

requested!

please do keep in mind that english is not my first language, therefore if you spot any typos/mistakes let me know!

you can find my masterlist here ♡

© jtothehopeworld ] don't copy/plagiarize/translate any of my works or post them elsewhere.

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Kim Taehyung is utterly in love with you. 

He tells you every day - it’s the first thing he tells you when you wake up in his arms and the last thing he whispers into your ear at night as he hugs you, one arm around your waist and nose buried in your hair as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. He also loves to tell you when you least expect it - he loves to see your cheeks and ears turn red when he whispers those three little words on your lips right before he leans in and kisses you. 

Taehyung loves you - you’re sure of that. You never once doubted him - never in all the years you’ve been together. Even when he has to leave for months due to his busy schedule and tours all around the world - he’d always find a way to make you feel loved and appreciated. He’d send you cute selfies with sweet captions just to tell you how bad he’s missing you - how much he misses sleeping next to you, how it’s not the same, to fall asleep on a cold, lonely hotel bed. 

Taehyung loves you and he always finds a way to show it - that’s why you trust his judgement when he tells you he’s ready to announce your relationship to the whole world. You’re taken aback at first - how could you not? It’s a huge deal, and you’re a bit scared to take such a big step, but Taehyung makes you feel safe and loved and appreciated, and you trust him. 

He announces it through his social media’s stories while he’s on tour - posting a couple picture you took months before. It’s a nice picture, but you don’t exactly look the cutest - though Taehyung claims it’s his favorite picture of you. He says that whenever he misses you, he scrolls down his camera roll to look for that specific picture to ease his low spirits - your smile is so bright and contagious. He’s kissing you on the cheek as you do the “v” sign with your fingers - it’s definitely his favorite picture, you both look so genuinely happy and in love, happier than ever. 

You’re not ready for what happens next. As predicted, the news of Kim Taehyung - a member of the world’s most famous kpop group - spread fast, and so do the comments. There’s who’s happy for you and congratulates with the idol, and there’s who isn’t but doesn’t spread hate. 

Then - there are those comments which you really shouldn’t read, because deep down you know it’s all bullshit. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you’d started going out with Taehyung - you knew he was worldwide famous and that dealing with fans isn’t always a pleasant and easy matter, and you definitely knew you weren’t as perfect as all those idols people shipped him with. 

Though - you weren’t expecting to receive that much hate for your physical appearance. 

Why does it matter anyways? Why are people so damn obsessed with one’s looks? Why would they comment such hurtful shit just to make one feel bad? What do they even gain from doing that? It’s mean and pointless.

You know you’re chubby - you don’t need haters to tell you that. You are perfectly aware of the way you look, and you’ve never really felt self-conscious about it - you didn’t think it played an important role in your relationship with Taehyung.

Apparently, it does to some people. 

Taehyung’s not really aware there’s a shitstorm involving you - he has a busy schedule and has no time to go check what people are saying online. You don’t tell him anything either - you don’t tell him about the hurtful comments about your looks and how people had been body-shaming you since he’d posted the picture. You don’t talk to him about it - you don’t want him to feel bad about it, after all it’s not his fault.

But the days pass and the mean comments just won’t stop. A few people even recognized you at work and started gossiping about you with their coworkers. How isn’t he ashamed of her? or She looks so big compared to him! are just a few of the comments you’ve heard so far, and the truth is - you’re starting to believe them.

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When Taehyung comes back home from tour, the first thing he does as soon as he enters your shared apartment is lean in for a kiss - he doesn’t expect you to turn your head so that he ends up kissing your cheek instead of your lips. 

“Why won’t you kiss me? Are you mad at me, jagi?”, he jokes, but immediately notices something’s off with you. 

You’ve been distant lately, replying late to his texts to the point he thought you were deliberately ignoring him. He hadn’t minded - brushing it off thinking you were just too caught up with your job or something. 

“Taehyung…”, you take a deep breath, not ready to voice out your thoughts - but you have to. “We need to talk.”

His eyes widen and nods weakly. He thinks you’re about to give him sad news or something, he’s not ready for what you’re about to tell him - and neither are you. As soon as you utter those five words, he feels as if somebody had just punched him in the guts. We need to break up, you said. 

“Is this a joke? Because it’s not funny, jagiya.”, he lets out a nervous laugh, but returns serious when you don’t laugh along. He feels his head spinning as he’s trying to process your words. 

Break up. Why would you break up with him? Does this mean you’re not happy with him, that you don’t love him? The mere thought’s enough to make tears well up in his dark chocolate eyes, so tired from the international flight and from the jet-lag. 

“I’m serious.”, your voice quivers - you’re on the verge of tears, too. “We need to break up.”, you repeat, but it doesn’t make it any easier for Taehyung to hear. 

“Why?”, he asks quickly - too quickly. He needs to know what’s wrong - he needs to know whether it’s something that can be fixed, that he can fix, because he can’t bare the thought of not being yours. 

You don’t answer him, and he insists, repeating the exact same question - voice broke. 

“Because we’re not meant for each other.”, is all you reply. 

Taehyung’s sure he never heard something more absurd and ridiculous than this. You’re not meant for each other? You’re his fucking soulmate! He was sure of it since he asked you out on a date and found out you were just like him - he had never felt this way before. You complete him, you’re the person who makes him the happiest, you’re all he really misses whenever he’s outside the country.

“You’re lying.” Taehyung states, though a couple of tears escape from his eyes. He doesn’t wipe them off, and you don’t do it for him, which makes it even more real. You’re breaking up with him. “If you’re really doing this, if - if you’re breaking up with me then give me the real reason. I deserve to know the truth.”, his voice trembles and he even chokes on his own words. 

He does, he deserves to know the true reason you’re leaving him. It’s the least you can do - after all the years you’ve spent together, you owe him at least that, honesty. 

“It’s about the comments.”, you don’t look him in the eyes as you speak. “It’s true - what everyone’s saying. I don’t deserve you. You’re… you, and I’m just, well, me.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”, he argues - anger replacing the sadness.  How could you say something like that right to his face? How could you decide who does and doesn’t deserve him? 

“It’s supposed to mean that your fans are right.”, you swallow the lump in your throat. “You should be with one of those stunning models or- or actresses or, I don’t know, someone like you. Someone who’s perfect.”, you whisper the last words, and a few tears fall from your eyes as well. 

Taehyung’s shocked - too shocked to speak. His girlfriend - the love of his life is now sitting in front of him, telling him she wants to break up. Telling him she doesn’t think she’s worthy of his love, telling him she isn’t perfect. That’s bullshit, Taehyung thinks, because he’s sure you’re perfect - inside and outside - and that you’re the most beautiful he’s ever seen. And he’s seen a lot of women - but they don’t stand a chance compared to you. 

“How can you say that, jagiya?” Taehyung’s tone is much softer now, and he brings his hands to your face - gently cupping it as he wipes your tears off your face with the pads of his thumbs. “You’re perfect.”

You shake your head as a no, and it pains him to see you so torn. “I’m not.”, you cry harder. “I’m so… big compared to you - you’re so fit and handsome and I…”, you hiccup “You should be ashamed of me.”

“Ashamed of you?” Taehyung repeats - hoping you’d realize the absurdity of what you’ve just said. Ashamed, pff. As if Taehyung didn’t talk about you like you put the stars in the sky, as if he wasn’t desperately whipped for you. “Jagiya, are you out of your mind?”

You shake your head as a no once again. 

“I’m not ashamed of you, jagiya. How could I be?”, he rhetorically asks. “Jagiya, anyone who commented those stupid shit is not a fan of mine and they don’t care about me - otherwise they’d just be happy for me, that I found my soulmate. Trust me, I’m going to give those haters a piece of my mind.”

You snap your head up to meet his eyes as soon as the word soulmate leaves his lips. 

“You’re my soulmate, jagi.”, he repeats, placing a soft kiss right on the tip of your nose. “You complete me, my love, how could you think you’re not enough for me? I’m the one who’s not worthy of you, my sweet love. My sweet jagiya.”, he grabs your hands and brings them to his lips, gently kissing them. 

“Don’t say that.”, you scold him. 

“But it’s true.”, he argues, leaving a series of chaste kisses all over your hands and wrists - all the way up to your forearms. “You’re my purple person, jagi.”

“I’m your what?”, you ask him with furrowed eyebrows. 

“My purple person.”, he repeats. “It’s a person with whom you instantly click - the first person you truly love. It’s you, jagiya, it’s always gonna be you.”, he doesn’t stop kissing your skin all the way up to your arms and shoulders until he reaches your neck. He places a soft kiss there, then reaches your lips. “Can I kiss you, my love?”, he asks for permission. 

You nod, and he places his lips on top of yours - they’re a bit salty from the tears. 

“You’re not leaving me, jagiya, are you?”, he asks once he pulls away from the kiss. “Please, tell me you’re not leaving me. We can make this work - we’ll figure everything out like we always do, yeah?”

You nod again, and this time a happy smile spreads on his face. Oh, how you’ve missed that smile… 

“How could you be insecure, my jagiya?”, he rhetorically asks, before pecking your lips once again. “How could you think I don’t love your perfect body?” 

His hands travel all the way down your neck and shoulders to your wrists. “How could you think I don’t love these perfect arms? The arms that hug every night, the arms I want to feel wrapped around me all the time, holding me tight?”, he leaves a series of kisses all over your arms once again.

Then, his hands move to your thighs - one of your biggest insecurities. Taehyung notices the way you tense up as soon as his fingers brush against your clothed skin. “How could you think I don’t love these thighs, hm?”, he hums. “These perfect thighs - I fit so perfectly in between them, it’s like they were made for me, how could I not love them? They look so fucking hot - it doesn’t even matter what you’re wearing.”, he continues to praise you. 

“Taehyung…”, you whisper, feeling a bit embarrassed, but he doesn’t stop. 

His hands travel all the way up to your waist, gently squeezing it. “And your waist, jagiya. God, your waist.”, he bites his lips. “Why would I not love your waist, hm? Fucking perfect.” 

His hands are now on your tummy, and he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches in your throat as soon as he places his hand on your stomach - hidden by an oversized t-shirt. He lifts the fabric so that his fingers can brush against your naked skin. “Is this what you’re insecure about? Your tummy? It drives me crazy, jagiya. Why would you even hide it under this big shirt, hm? This tummy is going to carry our children one day, my love, how could I not love it?”

Your heart is hammering hard in your chest and you’re sure even the tips of your ears have turned red by now. His hands travel upwards, and he cups your breasts in his hands. “Don’t even get me started on these, jagiya.”, he whispers on your lips, leaning in for another kiss. 

“Do you believe me now?”, he whispers on your lips as he retrieves his hands from under your shirt. You nod, though weakly. “I’m in love with you, jagiya. You’re my purple person, I told you. I love every single inch of your perfect body - I wouldn’t change a single bit of you, jagiya.”

“Taehyung?”, you whisper, caressing his cheek with your fingers. 

“Mh?”

“You’re my purple person, too.”

He grins, then pulls you in for another kiss - this time more passionate, as he lets his tongue brush against your lower lip. “I love you so much, jagiya.”, he mutters between kisses. “Love every single part of you - I feel like you forgot it. Maybe I should remind you how much your body turns me on?”

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ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU ♤ PART 4: TAEHYUNG

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Mad Hatter!Taehyung x fem reader

Word count: 2,432

Your journey led you to a small, broken gate that had an old sign hanging from it reading: Tea party this way! Both you and Yoongi came to a stop as you read the sign.

Yoongi kicked the gate open abruptly and walked through, all the while keeping an indifferent expression. Making your way down a small, sloping hill you were able to get a look at your new surroundings. The area looked abandoned, a rotting windmill being the only thing left standing.

There was a small, dirt path that you followed Yoongi down. From that point, you could see a huge table sitting out in the middle of nowhere, the windmill standing just beyond the setup. Tea cups, broken glass, and an assortment of small desserts littered the tabletop. Mismatched chairs were set around it, every single one unoccupied.

Seated at the head of the table was a man dressed in a fancy, vivid purple robe made of silk. Underneath was an equally as vibrant hot pink shirt which was unbuttoned to show off the many gold necklaces adorning his neck. Sitting atop his head was a crazy-looking top hat that was wider at the crown and slanted ever so slightly. Wrapped around the band of the hat was a silky ribbon of the same hot pink as his shirt, a slip of paper tucked into it with the number 10/6 on it. He was laughing joyously, clinking his teacup with what appeared to be a dormouse in a red coat.

This must be the Hatter. You mused.

He was handsome. So handsome, in fact, that he didn't seem real. Though everyone you had met so far was like that.

Yoongi cleared his throat to announce your presence, the man looking up from his spot at the table, his eyes widening in recognition.

"Y/n." He whispered to himself. He jumped up from his seat and hurried straight across the table, knocking everything over as he did so.

"Y/n! It's you!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

Leaping off the table, he eagerly approached, grabbing the sides of your face and planting a firm kiss to your lips, pulling away with a loud smooch sound.

His bizarre and very abrupt display of affection caught you off guard. The Hatter grinned widely, not phased at all by what he had just done. It seemed as if he wasn't even aware that his actions were anything but normal.

Your eyes were blown wide in shock. Being kissed right on the mouth was not what you expected when you envisioned your meeting with the Hatter.

"It is you, isn't it?" He asked squishing your cheeks between his lace glove-clad hands.

"Yes." You had said, but it came out as "Yesh."

"I knew it!" He grinned showing off a unique boxy smile before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

Just as you were about to ask him to loosen his grip (because he was squeezing the life out of you), he let go and moved to hug Yoongi.

"Oh, Yoongi!" He gushed enthusiastically. "Thank you so much for bringing her to me! Though I sent Jungkook to bring her so I must say I'm a little surprised." He murmured. "Oh well. Y/n is back and that's all that matters!"

"She doesn't remember." Yoongi spoke flatly, breaking the news right away.

The crazy man's cheerful attitude disappeared immediately, his face going somber.

"She doesn't?" He asked, his chipper tone now disheartened.

Yoongi shook his head.

"You don't remember who I am?" The man turned to you, his brown irises searching your face desperately.

"Jungkook said people call you Hatter, but that's all I know."

He frowned when you said that. You didn't know his name.

"I'm sorry." You apologized. "I wish I could remember."

Hatter's bottom lip jutted out in disappointment. "Well, never mind that. There's no time to be sad, we have a tea party to attend!" His cheerful attitude was back in the blink of an eye. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Taehyung." He took a bow, removing his hat.

You took notice of his uniquely-colored hair which sported a pale pink color that resembled cotton candy.

"Nice to meet you... again."

"Turn that frown upside down, dear Y/n! Your memories are sure to return at some point. In the meantime, why don't you rest your weary bones? I'm sure you're tired from your journey. Have a seat." He took hold of your hand and pulled you towards the table, guiding you to the chair situated to the left of his.

"Yoongi, my friend. Join us!" Taehyung waved him over.

"I don't know. I'm pretty tired."

"Don't be a party pooper. C'mon! We've got all kinds of tea. I also picked some mandarins earlier today." Taehyung gestured to a 3-tier cupcake stand which had the citrus fruit displayed on it instead of sweet treats.

Yoongi's ears perked up at the mention of mandarin oranges, his eyes brightening.

"I suppose it wouldn't kill me to stay for a little while."

"That's the spirit!" Taehyung clasped his hands together.

Yoongi flopped down in a nearby chair and kicked his legs up on the table. Taehyung was quick to pour him up a hot cup of tea and serve it along with an orange. Yoongi wasted no time snatching up the citrus and peeling it.

"Y/n, would you like some tea?" Taehyung offered.

"Sure. I'll have a cup."

Taehyung grabbed a chipped teacup off the table and poured some steaming tea into it, offering it to you with a smile. You thanked him, your eyes momentarily scanning the cluttered tabletop. The sound of something lightly scooting along the wood of the table grabbed your attention. The dormouse you saw earlier was pushing a glass container with sugar cubes inside towards you.

"Oh! Um. Thank you."

Lifting the lid, you plucked a couple cubes from the container and dropped them into your tea, stirring them around with a small spoon. The dormouse then scampered off, scrambling into an empty overturned teapot.

Lifting the cup to your lips, you took a sip. The tea was warm and tasted wonderful.

You hummed softly at the flavor, not bothering to question how it was brewed in the middle of nowhere. With everything you'd experienced this far, you wouldn't question anything about this place.

"Where is Jungkook?" Taehyung asked. "I sent him to bring you here."

"Oh." A frown etched into your features. "The bandersnatch attacked us. Jungkook and Jimin stayed behind to fight it."

"Jimin too? Are they alright?"

"I don't know."

"I told her they're strong and don't back down easily." Yoongi mentioned.

"That's true." Nodded Taehyung.

"If that's the case, then I hope I see them again." You murmured, going to take a sip of tea.

"Oh my!"

Taehyung's sudden exclamation had you lowering your cup. "What?"

"If the bandersnatch was after you, then that means..." His sentence went unfinished as a horrified look flashed across his features, his eyes glazed over and distant. "That means..."

Leaning forward, you waited for him to finish what he was saying, but he only stopped and reached into his pocket, pulling out a watch.

"It's time for tea!" He announced cheerily.

"What?"

He didn't even finish what he was saying.

"Here have some more!" Taehyung insisted, pouring more of the warm beverage into both yours and Yoongi's cups.

"He gets like this." Yoongi informed you from across the table, pointing to his head and doing a twisting gesture. "I told you he's off his rocker."

"Off my rocker?" Taehyung echoed Yoongi's words, seeming to tune into what was being said about him. "Are you saying I'm mad?"

"Of course you are."

"I'm just eccentric and have odd habits is all." Taehyung huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'll say." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"And what's so wrong about being eccentric? Hm? There's nothing wrong with it. Not at all."

"What were you saying, Taehyung?" You inquired, cutting his tangent short.

"Oh yes! If the bandersnatch was after you then that means the Red King wants you."

"Me?"

"That's what I just said, silly goose." Taehyung tittered, ruffling your hair.

Using your fingers to comb through your hair, you attempted to smooth out the strands wether they were messed up or not.

"Anyway, a while back the Red King sent some of his goons to spy on you and see how you grew up. He wanted to kidnap you and keep you for himself. Luckily, I caught wind of the plan and decided to send Jungkook to get you and bring you to me. That way you'd be safe." He puffed out his chest proudly.

"Yeah she'll be safe alright." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"She will! I'm totally capable of it! I'll keep my Y/n safe." He turned to you with a smile.

"Your Y/n?" Yoongi's questioned, sitting up.

"Yeah."

"She's not yours."

"She's not yours either."

"I kissed her." Yoongi grinned smugly.

"So did I."

"Mine was a real kiss. Go on, ask her."

Taehyung turned to you, raising his brows in silent question, waiting for you to respond.

Yoongi stared, prompting you to respond.

"It happened so suddenly and it was over before I knew what he had done."

That was a tiny lie. The kiss was sudden and short, but once your brain caught up with what had happened, you did let yourself enjoy the moment, albeit short-lived.

"But you liked it." Yoongi smirked resting his elbows on the table while leaning towards you.

Thankfully, you weren't given the opportunity to respond as Taehyung cut in.

"Well, I kissed you too."

"You bombarded her." Yoongi responded for you. "At least there was some buildup for mine. You just ran up and slammed your lips to hers. She didn't even know it was coming."

He was right. Though it wasn't totally unpleasant it was unorthodox.

"Oh." It's as if Taehyung realized for the first time that what he had done wasn't considered normal. "I guess I got ahead of myself."

"Well, it doesn't matter because I kissed her first."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means she's mine." Yoongi hissed.

"What if she doesn't want to be yours?"

"What if she doesn't want to be yours?" Yoongi turned the question on Taehyung.

"I want her though."

"Everyone wants her!" Yoongi raised his voice. "Why do you think The Red King is after her? He likes her! So does The White King! Jungkook, Jimin, Namjoon, you, me! We all want her!"

You sat frozen in shock as Yoongi and Taehyung bickered and shouted at each other, arguing over... you.

This is madness.

"Hey. Guys, please stop. I'm feeling really overwhelmed."

They didn't hear you, too engrossed in their own petty argument. Standing up from your chair, you cleared your throat.

"Guys." You raised your voice a little in hopes to gain their attention.

They continued to argue.

This has to be a dream because this? This is absolutely ridiculous. The way these two were fighting over you of all people was so not realistic. Forget what Jungkook and Jimin said. This isn't real. It can't be.

"Guys!" You exploded, yelling at the top of your lungs. "Cut it out already!"

They both froze right where they were. Taehyung had gotten up from his seat and was gripping the collar of Yoongi's shirt while the cat hybrid had one of his hands clenched in a fist, ready to strike the Hatter in the jaw.

"Please just stop." You begged through an exasperated sigh. "I'm overwhelmed by all of this already and the arguing isn't helping. So please quit fighting."

"Sorry Y/n." They mumbled collectively.

You dropped back down into your chair, reaching forward to take a sip of tea, letting the warm liquid calm you a bit.

Taehyung was the first to speak. "We shouldn't have gotten so heated, especially over you."

"He's right." Yoongi agreed.

"Thanks you two." Your finger traced absentmindedly over the swirls on the teacup in your hands.

Silence hung in the air for a few moments before you broke it by speaking.

"Tae?"

The Hatter's eyes widened, even Yoongi had a surprised expression on his face.

"You called me Tae."

"I... did." Your brows furrowed.

Where did that come from? How odd. The nickname slipped out like it was second nature, as if that was something you referred to him as all the time.

The expression on Taehyung's face melted into one of nostalgia. "That's what you called me when you came to Wonderland all those years ago."

"I did?"

"Yes." He nodded vigorously. "If you remember the nickname you gave me, then you must remember everything else, right?"

"That would make sense. Yes." You nodded.

"Maybe you'll get your memory back after all." Yoongi cracked a small smile.

For the first time since stepping foot in this place called Wonderland, you felt hope that your memories would return.

The sound of marching feet echoed in the distance, the disturbance causing you to scan the area for the source of the noise. Yoongi and Taehyung both looked alert.

"Oh no." Yoongi mumbled.

"What? Who is that?"

"It's The Red King's knights. I'd guess they somehow found out you're here in Wonderland." Taehyung's face paled. "Y/n, you need make yourself scarce right away."

"Where do I go?"

"I don't know. Away from here."

"What about you?"

"Someone's gotta distract them." He winked. "Don't you worry. Tae has got this all under control." He tipped his hat.

"I wish you luck. You too, Yoongi."

"Oh, I'll be fine. I can disappear whenever I want. It's him you should be worried about." He gestured to Taehyung.

"Go somewhere safe, Y/n. I'll look for you." Taehyung assured, ignoring Yoongi's slight jab at him.

With a single nod, you took off, darting away from the tea party set up in the middle of nowhere. As you ran, you heard faint voices behind you in the distance.

"So, Taehyung. It's been a while, hasn't it? We heard Y/n is back." A man's voice spoke, his tone obnoxiously arrogant.

"She is? Since when? I'm actually kind of offended no one thought to inform me." He sighed dramatically. "I'm always out of the loop."

You let out a light chuckle and shook shook your head as you fled. That Taehyung sure is something. Even in the face of danger he managed to put on a completely clueless demeanor. He may be mad, but he's clever.

➯ Part 5: Namjoon

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