right, sorry for not mentioning things earlier 😅 so a fluff drabble for soaring high with tae, oc and jae? a day out! where jae misses oc and tries to call her with tae's phone or something lmaoo
anonymous said:
bae i rlly need a drabble to see what souring high!tae is like when they’re finally alone 😮💨😮💨❤️ u could literally do anything that u want !!
fic: soaring high
pairing: dilf!taehyung x reader
warnings: a cute son, a cute dad, a cute relationship between said son and oc; tae loves to watch them play. he really is into oc, he just doesn’t say it smh. super sweet dilf!tae <3, explicit sexual content: fingering implied, he bends her over, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it), manhandling, multiple rounds of sex implied, he’s so hungry and a beast, dom!tae, degradation; a whole lotta fluff too <3
wc: 1.5k (damn??)
a/n: i thought i could merge those two requests into one !! hope that's okay and that u guys like it 🥰 if u’d like to indulge in the fluff parts only, u can totally stop reading after they drop off jae at his friend’s place. and do lmk what u think! <333 also totally unedited again, i apologise 😭
ask my character! (no more drabble requests, please!) <3
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The sun shines onto the park pleasantly, the sky an azure blue and busy voices sounding all around. Children are busy exploring every corner of the place; one has been chasing a squirrel for over twenty minutes, Taehyung is sure.
Except his own spawn.
Immersed in the wonders of technology, he taps around Taehyung’s phone; most of the apps don’t interest him much, too adult-y, and too colourless.
His eyes dart between various symbols, not quite sure what to settle on. He sighs, somehow focused on both exploring and rambling. Taehyung has been nodding and humming for half an hour, listening to his son’s stories about kindergarten and teasing girls.
And when the narration ends, Taehyung waits for a moment. Reckons the tale is over, that his son has vented his chest off once and for all – but when he glances over to him, looking down at his wiggling legs and content smile, he realises why silence has descended upon them.
“What... wait, what are you doing?”
The phone rings. And then, your voice chimes through. Jae knows the functions enough to apparently not just recognise the picture Taehyung set for you on his phone, but to put a call on loudspeaker, too.
“Where are you?” Jae yells, and you make a sound that indicates you’re taken aback.
Then, a giggle sounds through the phone, and you fall back into your toddler voice as you ask, “Heyyyy, Jae, how are we doing? I’m at home.”
“Can you come to the park?”
Taehyung watches with furrowed eyebrows, close to snatching the phone from his son before he sees the delight in his boy’s eyes.
“Which park, baby?” you ask, still laughing.
“Uhm... near my kindergarten.”
“Right now?”
“Please?”
“You don’t have to,” Taehyung’s voice interrupts, and Jae looks at him as though he’s noticing just now that his father is right next to him, watching him.
There’s a small pause, a chiming of keys, a hum; then, you say, “It’s okay. I’m not doing anything today anyway.”
Because who are you to deny any request the little man might have? You can’t remember ever saying no – Taehyung says you spoil him too much. You call it “making his kid love me”.
And as he wished, you find yourself in the park around twenty-five minutes later; Jae’s eyes light up – genuinely delighted. Stars in his eyes that resemble the ones in his father’s gaze.
Previously busy with digging holes in the sandbox, he gasps; runs towards you with his little yet fast feet, clinging onto you as if he didn’t see you just last weekend.
Taehyung never says much when Jae and you play around. He enjoys the scene, enjoys the way you whisper secrets into each other’s ears; or how you let him win every game of rock, paper, scissors.
How he chuckles and falls back onto the couch when you crack a stupid joke or tell him a story from work.
“I forgot the shovel,” he tells you loudly, looking at you wide wide, shocked eyes. “We can’t make a sandcastle!”
“Oh no!” you exclaim; both your gazes drift to Taehyung’s, seeking help.
“Daddy, can I go and get it?”
But his beloved father kills both your hopes with one shake of his head, wiggling a finger as he says, “You’re invited at Chae’s. Maybe she has a shovel and you can play in her garden.”
“But–”
Jae looks between you and his dad, pleading and innocent.
“You can’t let a friend wait, Jae,” Taehyung scolds, standing from the bench. The beige slacks are smooth, hugging his waist where he tucked his white shirt in. The shape of his body is so alluring – the curves, edges and bulges leave nothing to imagination.
As always.
And your insides keep buzzing. Keep twirling as you look at him. Watch him talk to Jae, smiling softly, talking to him, reprimanding him. Telling him that he’d pick him up around eight, and that he needs to behave if he wants to eat his favourite pasta dish tonight.
Before you know it, you’re left alone with the man who asked for your number after a flight months ago. The man who rearranged your insides, anything but shy, a demon and lovely father at once.
But now that you look at him, his eyes are tender. Sweet and soft, housing care for not just his son and his relationship to you, but for you as a person, too.
Taehyung’s two-story-flat isn’t too far from little Chae’s house, so you decide to walk the small distance to his place.
Being alone with Taehyung never really comes with awkwardness. It has become your own personal source of comfort; one you cherish. One you think back to when the moments are over.
“What were you doing all day?” he asks, thumbs in the pockets of his pants.
“Was just rewatching my favourite show. I’m glad you guys called.”
“Well... Jae called.”
“Yeah, technically,” you say, smiling, your steps slow and relaxed.”
“Gilmore Girls, was it?” Taehyung then guesses, squinting one eye shut in concentration.
“You remember my favourite show? That’s flattering.”
“I uh,” he starts, swallowing, “I remember your favourite dessert, too. And your favourite drink. If you want, we could...”
You wait, looking at him in anticipation; he looks sweet when he’s shy. Utterly different from when he batters your body. He licks his plush lips, and you wait some more before you ask, “Yeah?”
“If you want, we could go to my place, and... eat some dessert?”
You laugh.
You know what that means.
First he eats his favourite dessert – pretty much swallows it whole. Then he lets you eat yours.
And then, he finally opens his fridge and takes out the actual delicacy.
“You know my dearest pastime,” you tell him, and he laughs.
“Jae was missing you.”
“Although we met last week?”
“Mmmh, honestly, he can’t ever stop talking about you anyway.”
And Taehyung enjoys it. Loves to hear your name, basks in the pictures of you that his son calls forth.
“And,” he hesitates, licking his lips again, “I talk about you a lot, too.”
You almost halt in your steps; your heart falls down deep and lands in front of his feet. It does the same whenever he mumbles things like these – you might never get used to it.
“What is it that you talk about?” you ask.
“Just... I ask him what he thinks of you. Then I tell him what I think of you.”
“And what you think of me is...”
“Is for me to know and for you to find out.”
“Unfair.”
You hit his shoulder playfully right when you arrive in front of his entrance door. One hand of his holds his keys – but the other grabs your softly violent wrist, tugging your body close before he whispers, “Gonna treat you fairly to make it all good... ‘kay?”
Here he is. The beast you know.
The beast you still haven’t grown used to. The beast who pulls you inside his apartment, pushes you against the door. Growls against your skin, holding your arms over your head.
Mumbling curses against your flesh, eyes closed, groaning and lost.
He licks a trail along your neck. Tugs at your panties, shifting up your dress.
Taehyung’s slender fingers explore your shivering body, digging deep where you want him most.
“Pretty little cum dumpster,” he murmurs in between his actions; words so sore, actions so raw. “Prettiest woman in this neighbourhood.”
“Just this neighbourhood, huh?” you moan, laughing, eliciting a chuckle out of him as well.
“Just scared to use the word universe, ‘cause... you wouldn’t believe me anyway.”
You want to remark something, but words die in your throat once he bends you over his desk, pushing away his books and stationery.
His cock is throbbing, hard, slick with his own spit when he enters you caringly. A hand rests on the small of your back, the other holding your wrists under your shoulder blades.
He caresses your skin, pumps into you harshly, harder, a deep baritone assuring, “You’re the fucking best pussy I’ve ever fucked. God, I wanna... wanna–”
“Wha– what?”
“I don’t want you to be able to walk for fucking days, baby.”
He says that every time. And he keeps the promise every time.
His hand comes down to clutch the flesh of your ass tightly, slapping against it, pushing it up; and then, he repeats. Until your bottom feels bruised, aching and tingling.
Just how you like it best – he knows.
And when his thumb circles your clit, feeling your cunt clench around his veiny, thick cock, he lets go the moment you do. Synchronised, crazed, loud.
“Fuck, fuck, yeah, I–”
“Taehyung, I can’t feel... my limbs.”
Of course you can’t. His grip cuts off the bloodstream in your arms, and your legs jiggle like pudding, close to giving out.
But his arms are strong and steady. Keep you afloat, his body pressed against yours.
He keeps you close, panting against your ears, ready for another round after your beloved dessert.
He wonders, “What do you think how many rounds we can go before I need to pick up Jae again?”
Cheeks pressed against the cold desk, you smile, readying your body for an evening of exhaustion and pleasure. Digging your nails into your palm, you wet your dry lips, open your eyes and say, “Let’s find out.”
DAMN THIS WAS........ longer than expected holy. please do let me know what u think !! <333
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