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aseaofyoongi · 7 months

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where feelings bloom | kth

kim taehyung x reader (f)

genre: fluff | smut | bffs to lovers

rating: mature audiences only (strictly 18+)

summary: vacations are the time of self reflections and revelations. so, what happens when your last day in paradise involves you trying to decipher the feelings that you’ve had blooming for your best friend kim taehyung.

warnings: where do i begin lol; post college universe; suppressed feelings; overthinking; crush culture; foul language; vag fingering; overstimulation; clitoral stimulation; pentrative sex; protected sex (wrap it up friends); non-idol au; praise; dirty talk; tae is focused on oc’s pleasure only; unlabeled relationships; no plans for a part two; out of season au (happy beginning of fall) ; not edited

word count: ~ 5.6 thousand words

posted: tuesday october 4, 2023

notable songs: ivy - frank ocean | are we still friends - tyler, the creator | todo cambio - camila | a drop in the ocean - ron pope

Mornings were your favorite part of the day. Although, not many people agree with that ideology you couldn’t help but be enamored by the way day the birds chirped their peaceful melody awakening you right up from your slumber, the glare of the beaming sun highlighting its waves of heat right into your face, the song of the crashing of waves against the shore. . but most of all you loved that for the last eight nights you have been waking up in an island paradise and you got to share it with your absolute favorite person in the entire world. Your best friend, Taehyung.

Your soulmate, well platonic soulmate; your other half; your light in the darkest of tunnels. That’s who he was and honestly you couldn’t even recall a minute or even a second in the course of your life when Taehyung hadn’t been there with you.

You met Taehyung long ago. Twenty-one years ago to be precise—marking the very moment you came out of your mother’s womb. Your mother’s had been best friends for years (still are), so your birth marked the day when you would meet your mother and father; but it also marked the day when you met Taehyung. He was already a couple of weeks older than you but your mother’s paired you up and built a friendship among the two of you long before you ran around in diapers together, bathed in kiddie pools with your favorite toys, before you took your first steps or even uttered your very first words.

By definition, you were meant to be in Taehyung’s life and Taehyung was meant to be in yours. There was no re-writing that bit of history and besides you’d never do it even if you could. The constellations of your stars align and are guided right into each other’s path.

Truly. He is going to be your person today, tomorrow and hopefully an eternity after that. You’ll always be there for him even after the sun dims and the oceans dry. There is no one you’d rather call your best friend and no one else who you would rather have invading every inch of your life.

The door to the connecting room swung open and surely enough there he was leaning against the door frame. The blonde streaks of his wet hair fell past his dark brown eyes and thick eyebrows covering their entirety. On the same note you finally registered that he only wore a pair of gray sweat shorts that hung low on his hips; all while he remained bare on the top half of his body showing off his lean physique and although Taehyung didn’t have abs he was still fit—very awe striking.

“Whatever happened to ceasing the day?” he exclaimed, his eyes turned to fiery pits as he likely replayed whatever crazy scenario he had planned for the day back in his head, “it’s nine in the morning. What are you still doing in bed. . Why are you still in your pajamas?”

“I was too lazy to get up,” you looked at the digital clock on the night stand beside you blinking its bright red numbers back at your sleep-riddled eyes.

“Tonight is our last night on this slice of paradise heaven so get your ass up and let’s go let’s go let’s go,” he snapped his fingers before ripping the covers off of your body.

“We have over twenty-four hours before we gotta head back home,” you patted the empty spot on the bed next to you and he jumped right in, cozying up under the covers, “just let me lay here for like ten more more. Is that okay with you, mom?”

He groaned, “Fine but we better be up in ten minutes or I plan to carry you right down to the beach, pajamas and all.”

“Yeah, sure,” you pulled the white duvet over your head signaling you were ready to drift back into the remnant of tiredness that lingered behind from all the activities you had partook in for the past week, “just ten more minutes. Just ten,” you mumbled, your eyes felt heavy as you drifted back into a deep slumber.

“Just ten,” you heard his voice from a distance, so far away. Yet his body heat lingered close by and the apricity was easily welcomed against the skin of your back.

Ten minutes turned into four hours and by the time your eyes fluttered open it was just after four in the afternoon. The sun still beamed bright through the drawn blinds heating up your body as the rays met your skin. You stretched carefully and rubbed sleep off your eyes before turning around to face Taehyung. He remained sound asleep—eyes shut tightly, mouth slightly ajar, and soft snores sounding like the steady, peaceful melody of lullabies.

Taehyung is truly beautiful. So beautiful, in-fact that it kind of made you stop in your tracks every so often and you couldn’t help but just look at him. Drinking in his striking features; his big brown eyes, his hair soft like silk, and his raucous voice so deep and soothing.

Taehyung is truly a work of art. So much so that every candid moment captured behind the pixels of his pictures belonged in art galleries around the world.

You noticed you were attracted to your best friend the summer after your sophomore year of high school. The two of you had spent the entire summer together—inseparable as usual. But towards the end of the summer as the first day of school approached, you and Taehyung engaged in a short adventure to the lake on the outskirts of town. You’d had truly an amazing time and you ended up inside a small diner having greasy food and chocolate shakes. You hadn’t processed it back then but looking back now you remember the way your heart was pounding, the way your palms were sweaty and the way all of your butterflies flapped their wings against the pit of your stomach.

It’s so obvious looking back now—how much you truly liked him while you sat in that booth in the back of that diner. There, it felt like no one else inhabited the establishment. Just the two of you and the secret that took root in your heart.

A secret so taboo you buried it somewhere deep in the back of your mind, but every time your eyes caught a glimpse of him there it all was. Everything, all over again, causing a daze in your mind and making your chest ache.

“Wake up, Tae Tae,” you shook him slightly, pushing all of those thoughts aside.

“Huh?” he groaned, twisting and turning mindlessly in the ocean of sheets.

“We have gone against your beloved schedule for the day and I’m afraid I was the culprit,” you sat up against the headboard and he followed along laying his head on your shoulder.

“We didn’t just sleep for ten minutes did we?”

You shook my head, “it’s around four o’clock right now.”

“That chopped off half of my itinerary,” his voice was soothing—gruff with hints of exhaustion lingering behind.

“Oh, come one,” you cooed, “what’s left?”

“The beach is just across the street, the pool’s downstairs or we can go out to get something to eat.”

“What do you really wanna do?” you asked.

He yawned widely mimicking a cub; so cute.

“Maybe we can lounge around by the pool for a bit and come back up here to order food,” he suggests, “I know I had hours planned of things to do for the day but I’m kind of exhausted.”

“It’s not like you to skip out on the beach. . are you sure you wanna just go to the pool?”

“Actually. .” he continued in his smooth voice, “I don’t even think I have the energy for that.”

“Impossible!” you exclaimed, “you don’t get to be lazy, that’s my thing.”

“It’s contagious,” Taehyung whined, snuggling closer to your side. His cheeks felt like fire on your shoulder and you swore having him that close caused your breath to hitch at your throat.

“So what—what, uh,” you cleared your throat, “what do you wanna do instead? Do we stay in for our last day here?”

He nodded, “I think so. I mean, we’ve done a lot of things for the past few days.”

“Do you wanna pick the movie or the food for us tonight?”

“I refuse to watch a horror movie tonight so I’m in charge of picking the movie,” he reached for the remote control on the table next to his side of the bed.

You rolled your eyes, picking up the phone and looking through the booklet the hotel provided with a number of different restaurant chains and their menus. After a bit of back and forth between you and Tae as you tried to settle on things, you decided on pizza and a random rom-com on one of the dozen streaming apps provided on the television.

Fifteen minutes later, the food had arrived and Taehyung sat beside you once again, your elbows dangerously close. Your mind, barely on the movie that’s been playing for approximately thirty minutes now, your pizza sat cold on your plastic plate and your thoughts assimilate a busy intersection.

There are so many things you could do but every single one also sat dangerously close to being the end of your friendship with Kim Taehyung.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung closed the pizza box sitting in front of his crossed legs.

You reeled yourself back from your thoughts, “yeah, I’m okay.”

“You’ve been mindlessly staring at your slice of pizza for the past thirty minutes,” he added, placing his hand on your shoulder, “are you sure you’re okay?”

This is how it’s been for some time now. Taehyung remained as soon as ever engaging in the sweetest gestures of comfort a best friend could engage in while your stupid, stupid mind developed its own reality of translating his platonic touches into something more—something it’ll never be.

“I’m okay really. I guess I’m just uh, not that hungry,” you forced a smile on your lips, it actually hurt, “I’m gonna get some fresh air.”

You opened the glass sliding door and walked out onto the balcony, the briny aroma from cerulean waves just ahead became your aromatherapy—easing your nerves. Allowing you to bury every insipid thought you’d birthed as a cause of your delusions.

Your stupid mind and its delusions.

Your hands landed on the black metal railing, closing your eyes and you began softly inhaling through your nose and then out your mouth. You did that over and over until you imagined yourself alone, somewhere peaceful where Taehyung was a long way from invading your thoughts in the best and worst way possible.

“I know being here for so long has made us both homesick but I didn’t think you’d be the one most affected by all of this,” his voice sounded dangerously close. God, all you wanted was a moment alone—a moment to yourself. . To halt all your thoughts. All of them.

“Yeah, I guess I’ve been pretty homesick,” but you weren’t homesick at all.

“Don’t worry, tomorrow we’ll set foot back home and you’ll be back on your bed relaxing,” you hadn’t looked at him just yet but you could tell he was smiling.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s all I’ve wanted.”

“I knew it,” his hand landed on yours on top of the railing, his thumb rubbed circles on your wrist, “I know you, you know. You’re like the only person on earth who can’t seem to enjoy a vacation.”

He was wrong—you have enjoyed this vacation; his company. It’s only solidified everything you’ve ever felt for him and that was the problem. But how could you say that without actually saying that?

You chuckled, “I have enjoyed this vacation. It’s been quite reflective. . Eye opening.”

“Hopefully, the fun kind of eye opening,” he began, “you need to learn to have fun. Let loose.”

“Your party ways have definitely been contagious,” you looked into his eyes, the way you never have before and for a minute you became lost in their darkness—but surprisingly, you were at ease, “I’ve definitely learned all the ropes to having fun.”

“After years of trying I’m glad you’ve finally learned something from your best friend. I’m proud,” Taehyung walked towards one of the lounge chairs and sat.

“Yeah, I guess I’ve learned everything from you these past couple days,” you mumbled.

“See? You could’ve just skipped college just as I did.”

“That,” you sat on the chair beside his, “my parents would’ve killed me for.”

He scoffed, “that’s another thing I gotta teach you now that we’re twenty-one. Bravery is crucial. Learn to speak your mind unapologetically.”

Easier said than fucking done when your mind, heart and body scream out for him. His attention, his touch and his love.

“Bravery.”

“Exactly,” he encouraged, “bravery is a passage so securing everything you want in life. Hold on to that; embrace it. Thread towards everything head on.”

“Well, in that case I hated college. I really really did. And I don’t even fucking like science I don’t know why I majored in Biology. I miss high school and the days we used to chill on the rooftop of the abandoned bowling alley after school when we had nothing better to do.”

He laughed, likely reminiscing on the good time, “I miss that too and nobody said we had to stop. We’re adults but our customs shouldn’t have to die, right?”

“Right.”

“So, we have a date on top of the abandoned bowling alley as soon as we get back.”

“A date,” you mumbled, the word causing your skin to prickle up with goosebumps.

“A date. That’s right.”

Surely, Taehyung didn’t know the effect. . The implication that the word had on you and your emotions. He couldn’t know about the way your hands began to sweat and the way your heart beat erratically as he kept referring to your late afternoon escapes in that exact way. A date.

“A date with you,” you began, your tongue did all the work while your mind ceased all control, “you don’t even know what those words do to me.”

His voice was low, “what does it do to you?”

Your eyes steered in his direction and Taehyung was still sitting right beside you, but closer. His eyebrows were furrowed together inquisitively, his intent gaze was set on your figure disregarding all of his surroundings entirely—as if he didn’t want to overlook a single detail about you ever again.

You shook your head feeling like maybe you’d said a little too much already, “just. . Forget it.”

“Impossible,” he said, “bravery, remember? Penny for your thoughts.”

“Trust me, Tae. You don’t wanna know.”

“I do.”

You exhaled softly, “please don’t make me say it.”

“Say it,” his voice grew deeper and still it felt as softest as velvet would against your skin.

You closed your eyes trying to unscramble the words in your mind, to unravel your mangled feelings and decipher exactly how much of yourself you wanted to strip bare in front of him.

“I—“ it was so hard to let it out. To just say it.

“You?”

“Taehyung,” you breathed, “I just have these feelings I just can’t seem to ever shake off.”

“Are they good feelings or bad feelings?” he asked.

“I’m not too sure,” you shrugged looking off into the clear sky dusted off in orange tones as the sun began migrating down towards the horizon, “—but they’re definitely confusing feelings if I had to say for sure.”

“Confusing?”

“Confusing,” well not so much confusing but rather—hard to decipher, impossible to act on, forbidden, off limits, what else?

It’s you.

“Come on,” he scoffed, “I’m your best friend. Surely, you can tell me what’s gotten into your head.”

But that’s the problem. . You’re my best friend and you’ll only ever be my best friend. It’s both the twist between a blessing and a curse.

It’s you. It’s you. It’s you.

You’ve gotten into my head.

It’s you. It’s you. It’s you.

The voice kept on and on no matter how hard you worked to block it out. It was a reminder that he navigated your thoughts and made you giddy in love, one you didn’t need or want. It’s you. It’s you. It’s you, “it’s you.”

“What?” He asked. Did you say something? You hadn’t said anything. You hadn’t.

“What?” you repeated.

“You said it’s me. .” His stare was blank; hard to read but his eyes were golden under the rays of the departing sun.

You stared back at him without saying a single word.

“You said it was me,” he stuttered, “You you said. . What do you mean, it’s me?”

In that moment you stood before a crossroad unbeknownst to the righteous path to take. Jungling the implications of your two options and how they would affect your relationship with Taehyung from that day. Of course, on one side you had the lie, your very own cloak of invisibility. The same one you’d been hiding behind for years and the same one you’d continue to hide behind—down that road your feelings would be stomped on and you’d watch Taehyung behind a soundproof glass always dwelling on what ifs and what could’ve beens.

On the other side, there was the truth, the road where you would be stripping yourself bare with every step forward you took. Taehyung would finally be aware of your deepest secret—the one where he occupied your thoughts from the earliest hours of the morning to the latest hours of the night. He would know that your mind often lingered off into vivid daydreams where your imagination ran wild creating scenarios where he was finally yours; he would know the way your balms grew balmy and your heartbeat every time he came near. There would be no more hiding, but here you ran the risk of rejection and the destruction of your friendship.

So you stood in front of the two avenues unsure of which direction to head towards in order to begin your journey. But Taehyung waited for an answer while you made a safe haven at your pit stop cocooned by fear and indecisiveness.

The late afternoon breeze rustled the palm tree fronds, swaying them back and forth lightly. You and Taehyung were twenty stories up so that swishing sound was the only thing filling the silence between the two of you. Still, you swallowed your words hoping that he would somehow forget that you said anything.

“Hey!” he rested his warm hand on your thigh calling out for your attention and finally you looked at him. There was no longer a blank gaze lingering in his eyes, now, he seemed worried, “did I do something?”

Oh, this is spiraling out of control so fast. All because you couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut.

Say something. . ANYTHING!

“No—“ you cleared your throat, “no it’s not that at all, trust me.”

“Then, what is it?”

“It’s not important.”

He shook his head, “whatever it is, it seems to be bothering you a lot so it is important.”

There was no getting out of this. Not anymore.

“I guess I just don’t know how to say it,” you jumped over a million hurdles in your mind trying to decipher the best way to just say it. Finally, you took a deep breath allowing your lips to move at their own leisure, “I like you.”

You were so dizzy and enveloped within your own scrambled thoughts. Even though you tried to keep your eyes off of him you couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of your eyes. And Taehyung just sat there with wide eyes and his mouth slightly parted.

“You like me?” he asked, pausing in-between each word, “like you like me or you like like me?”

You closed your eyes, “I like like you.”

“Like more than just best friends?”

Did you really have to spell it out? Admitting your feelings out loud had you in a state of intense bashfulness, “yes, Taehyung. I like you as more than just a best friend. I have for some time now but it’s okay if you don’t think of me that way. I didn’t even really want to tell you because I was always too scared to ruin our friendship.”

“Come over here,” Taehyung patted the spot right beside him and you moved to sit next to him. He stared deep into your eyes before continuing, “nothing can ever come in between us or our friendship, okay?”

“Okay. .” You felt like a massive weight had been lifted off your chest allowing you to inhale and exhale once again.

“Beside,” Taehyung caressed your cheek softly using the pads of his tender fingers. Quickly, you began feeling at ease as a result of his touch. Then, his fingers migrated lower tracing the outline of your round cheeks until they reached your chin and slowly he began guiding your face towards his so much so that his lips sat just inches away from yours, “I never said I didn’t feel the same way.”

“You can’t just say things like that,” you placed your hands over his as they still held you close.

“I’m not just saying it,” he argued.

“You are,” you shook your head, “you’re just saying it to spare my feelings but I’ll be okay, Tarhyung. I’m a big girl. I can take a little rejection.”

“We’ve been friends long enough for you to know that I wouldn’t just say something like that.”

That was true, “but why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Same as you, I suppose,” he shrugged as his eyes remained intently on yours, “I feared that you wouldn’t feel the same and I didn’t want that to drive you away.”

It’s astonishing how the only thing standing between the two of you and your happiness—and love was yourselves. Doubt and the fear of rejection steered your lives in opposite directions although the gravitational forces stringing your hearts together worked diligently to drive the two of you towards each other despite your cowardice.

“I wouldn’t leave you.”

Taehyung flashed his signature boxy smile, so warm and comforting you felt like he wrapped around you in a warm hug.

“I wouldn’t leave you either,” his eyes focused on your mouth tracing every line and crevice before he met your eyes once again.

The lingering doubt gnawed at your already splintered confidence so despite your treasurous thoughts screamed that he wanted to kiss you in that very moment, your body remained frozen in place—incapable of emitting an appropriate response, too nervous to react in any way and way too scared to make the wrong move.

“Can—” he looked at your lips once again, “can I confess something else?”

“What?” he leaned closer, your nose brushed against his and you couldn’t help closing your eyes. You were feeling too much at once.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“So kiss me,” you whispered.

Taehyung laid back on the chair before pulling you onto his lap as your legs straddled his lap. His hands traveled mindlessly along your body until they finally found their destination on your neck—his method of saying you were simply too far because immediately he began pushing you towards him. Your heart was erratic, your hands were sweating and there were about a million scenarios playing in your head depicting every single way you could probably fuck this up.

But all of that flew right out of your head as soon as your lips met his. Kissing you so passionately you felt grounded, as if he was your home and this is exactly where you were meant to be; where you belonged.

Noone had kissed you like that before and you liked how his kisses were the words on endless pages of his love confession while his tongue sealed the envelope before sending you off into daydreams depicting scenes such as this one and so much more.

Taehyung pulled away; heaving; attempting to catch his breath, “I think—I think we should move inside. It’s getting late.”

Before you knew it your back crashed against the ocean of bed sheets and Taehyung followed right behind picking up where he left off. While his kisses worked to leave you breathless, his hand raked down the fabric of your top before stopping at the waistband of your sweat shorts.

“Can I?”

You nodded frantically anticipating all of the lustrous desires that had sparked up in your mind in the latest hours of the night, “yes.”

Taehyung moved past the waistband and lower down where only the thin layer of your panties stood between his fingers and your cunt but he did not touch you—not yet, you shuddered in anticipation, wondering how he’d render his concupiscent touch. You grew stupefied and your thoughts came to a halt as his teeth tucked at your lower lip, sweeping into your mouth. Everything he did worked to satiate the hunger growing within you, the very one crying out for him to devour you entirely once and for all.

He pulled away from your lips you felt his hands move under the fabric of your shorts, moving your panties to the side lining up two fingers at your entrance, you gasped once before Taehyung slated his mouth over yours swallowing every whimper and every moan to escape your lips as he pumped into you slowly.

It was a vicious repetition that already had you soaked, you uttered low whimpers but it seems he was only fueled by your sensitivity moving quicker and quicker by the second.

He parted away from your lips, whispering in your ear, “you're so wet and warm baby. Fuck, you feel so good, so tight around my fingers. So fucking good.”

“Ah, fuck. Oh, Taehyung please, please don’t stop. Okay? Don’t stop,” you whimpered as you moved to meet his quicken movements fucking yourself on his fingers so sweetly.

“I won’t stop. I promise you I won’t,” his voice was hoarse as he continued, the lewd promises he whispered sent glacial shivers down your spine and you felt the way your legs began shaving.

“Taehyung,” you moaned.

“Say my name like that again,” he groaned.

You snaked your hand around your neck twisting the blonde locs draped on the back of his neck before whispering his name once again he smirked going on and on. There was a flame igniting in the pit of your stomach and there was nothing more potent; nothing you could devote your attention to. The only thing you crave was to put that fire out. So you moved quicker against him until your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you reached that high and finally the fire ceased.

Taehyung left a peck on your cheek before aiding you in removing all of the pesky fabrics standing between him and the vulnerability of your nude body, then, he took off his own leaving only his briefs on. He kneeled in front of your stretched out legs and his finger burned streaks on your skin as they caressed your inner thigh, continuing to devote his attention everywhere but where you actually needed him most.

“Please. .” you begged.

“Please?”

“Please,” you said sternly.

“What do you want?” he questioned with a smug look painted on his features, the little bitch was teasing you.

“You know what I want.”

“I want to hear you say it,” you gasped as he grazed your enterance coating his digits in the combination of your juices and cum before shoving them in his mouth, licking them clean, “you taste so good, you know.”

“Eat me out Taehyung, please,” you cried out.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He sunk deeper in his place until his face was no longer in your line of vision, beads of sweat rolled down your temples and you ached with fervidity. His breath fanned against your core and at that moment you knew he was near but it wasn’t until he wrapped his hands around your thighs pulling you closer to his face that you truly felt exposed. Taehyung brushed his lips over your slit leaving a trail of gentle kisses behind.

Using his tongue he separated his lips before gravitating towards your clit. He enveloped the sensitive bud between his lips quickly beginning his attack in the form of ravenous sucks and licks.

You gasped clutching onto the sheets to release the tension building within you. Everything you wanted to say out loud died in the back of your throat but you didn’t care about the words you couldn’t say. Your mind was too focused on the way your legs shuddered and your pelvis lifted into the air.

“I’m—“ you cried out, “I’m so so close.”

His fingers found themselves pushing past your entrance once again, pumping into you at a quickened pace. It was almost too much but you focused on the overstimulation of his tongue and touch. That inferno you felt once before burned brightly, this time you couldn’t map out a way to extinguish in its entirety. It would always burn and Kim Taehyung would always be the cause of it.

Whoever said playing with fire was a bad thing was a fucking liar because these flames warmed you up so good like an addiction you just would not want to ever shake off.

You reached down, raking your fingers through his blonde strands pushing him closer to you, doing so until trembled uncontrollably, spilling over on his fingers.

Taehyung emerged with swollen lips, his disheveled hair and his spit mixed with your juices on his chin. His fucked-out look was one that would live in your mind like an art work hung in a gallery.

“Unbeknownst to you, I’ve been yours for a while now,” he stopped to catch his breath, “but after tonight I want you to know that I am yours.”

Your eyes remained shut but you grinned nevertheless, “I believe that’s the post sex bliss talking.”

“I’m not the type to just say anything because of the moment at hand. I mean everything I say.”

“Okay,” you smiled, “can you say you’ll fuck me then or do I have to wish for it when I spot a shooting star for it to come true.”

He chuckled, it was low and thunderous so soothing and calming. It was always peaceful and eased your nerves even now as you laid completely naked.

“I’m sorry, were you planning to fuck someone on a vacation?” you asked ogling, as he fetched a golden packet from his discarded pant pocket, removed his briefs and slipped the condom around his cock.

“Only you,” he said, pressing the tip against your entrance far enough to have your mouth agape as a result but never enough to satisfy your craving to have him fucking you against the mattress, “I promise.”

“Taehyung, if you don’t fuck me right now I might actually loose my mind.”

He didn’t say anything else, you just felt him sliding in slowly giving you the time to adjust before he began moving in and out of you gradually. The air circulating the gray walls around the two of you became humid, hot enough to coat your body in a thin layer of sweat. You didn’t care though, you were enraptured in the feeling of him inside of you, in the echoing sounds of his skin slapping against your skin and his guttural grunts every time he drove into you.

Reality was you’d imagined this moment many many times in your head before but nothing, none of your dreams or your wildest fantasies could’ve prepared you for how much better this felt in person.

There were goosebumps running rampant on your arms, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your moans and whimpers only increased in volume but you couldn’t help it.

“Harder—harder, please,” your nails drug into his back leaving bright red scratches behind.

“Harder,” he repeated that very word over and over, quickly moving to execute your request.

You felt all of the air being punched out of you everytime he buried himself deep in you, “Oh, yes, like that.”

Taehyung hugged your waist listing your lower half up from the mattress and continued slamming into you.

“I’m,” he thrust into you.

“—yours,”again.

“—to take,” again.

“Use me,” and again.

“Use me.”

You clenched around him continuously, your vision blurred and you felt waves of the scorching heat in the pit of your stomach burning brighter and hotter than they ever had that night until finally you let go.

Taehyung collapsed beside you, the two of you heaved in attempts to catch your breath.

“Fuck,” was all you said.

“Fuck, is right,” he laughed, “I’ll get a warm bath started for us.”

He placed a kiss on your forehead then one on your lips before disappearing into the bathroom.

Taehyung is your best friend but he is also the man who’s taken over your heart in a way that exceeds your platonic bond.

There were no labels attached to what the two of you were but you didn’t need them for now because you knew that Taehyung would always be there for you no matter what the situation looked like.

“Hey, are you ready to clean up?” he kneeled down next to the bed looking into your eyes.

“Of course.”

a/n: out of season au cause im a slow writter but i hope everyone had a good summer and is looking forward to the fall 🍂🍁🍃

what will you miss most about summer?

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sanjithesimp · 8 months

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♡ imagine (nsfw) ft. kim taehyung ♡

a/n: idk but right now my brain doesn’t feel like writing a whole fic.

warnings: nsfw (minors DNI).fem reader. pwp(porn with plot). unprotected sex.

playlist suggested to listen while you read this <3

slow morning sex with him is just the best way to start the day. his soft kisses, the lazy thrusts, the early light entering through the windows as he whispers how much he loves you. you never want this to end.

“i love you too, tae” you say as he holds you closer to him, his chest pressed on your back. you let out a moan as he fondles your breasts, pinching them occassionaly as he leaves wet kisses on your neck.

he loved hearing your soft moans and whimpers, feeling your cunt tighten around him letting him know you were getting closer to your orgasm. he loved the way your hot skin felt against his, they way you would roll your eyes whenever he hit that sweet spot, deep inside you.

you loved the way he knew exactly how to touch you, how to make you feel good. he knew and loved, each and every crevice of your body.

“fuck, babe…i’m so close” you said in between breaths, as he rubbed small circles around your clit. he increased the pace, his cock pumping in and out of you until you came hard, coating him with your sweet juices while he continued searching for his own release.

soon after you both cuddled for a little while, he could stop looking at you, the afterglow had you looking like a goddess to him. your skin glistened with sweat, the sun rays caressing your skin. he leaned in closer to kiss the crown of your head.

#tae smut #kim taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung drabble #taehyung imagine #bts smut

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thekaykery · 7 months

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I recently addicted to ur taehyung fic (little and the beast) god I loved the couple like how adorable their relationship was so maybe can you do for the same couple or an individual tae x reader smut where OC is his girlfriend and she secretly planned to tease tae by wearing bunny cosplay lingerie and asks him to fuck her in that outfit which she looks so cute as well as hot and tae immediately giving in his pretty girl's wish 🥺🥺💗

This is my first ever ask so pls ignore if it's cringe or whatever lol

yes ofc!!! tsym for loving little and the beast! this one's for you ❤️

honey bunny

pairing: kim taehyung x f!reader

category: smut, fluff

word count: 2.3k

rating: 21+

warning(s): ddlg, daddy dom!taehyung, little sub!f!reader, bunny costume, destruction of said costume, pet names, daddy kink, cursing, teasing, begging, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, allusion to choking, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), praise, aftercare, mentions of squirting and passing out from said squirting

notes: again, tsym for requesting this! ik this took forever but life grew hectic bc of college! ty for your patience! p.s. what a good time to release this with layover amirite-

You don’t know if this is a good idea.

Purchasing this… gift with Taehyung’s card was risky enough. Yes, he’s able to see the Amazon charge in his account and know it was you. Yes, he likes to ask what you buy. Yes, you tried your best to hide this in a spot where Taehyung doesn’t normally look. Really, you’ve just been waiting for the opportunity to take it out and wow him.

And today is the day.

Gazing in the mirror at your reflection, you run a hand over the sleek white leather costume. Cinched at the waist, it emphasizes your hips and bum, and the cups do little justice to contain your breasts. You paired fishnet tights, wrist cuff sleeves, and a collar with the costume, along with a bunny ears headband; white stilettos top off the outfit. You even put on some makeup: black liner, mascara, blood-red lipstick.

Although you know it’s all going to come off with your tears and spit, you wanted to be pretty, look pretty for Taehyung.

However, this seemed like a good idea at first, but now you’re second-guessing yourself.

As your dom and caretaker, Taehyung is accustomed to seeing you in cute, frilly clothing, since you’re in little space more often than not. So you don’t know how your boyfriend is going to react. The least he can do is like it, right?

He doesn’t have to love it. You just want to… surprise him.

The familiar sound of the front door opening and closing catches your attention. Your hands become clammy. You scurry to the bed and lay down, stretching along the blankets, which are soft against your skin. Footsteps approach, growing louder with each one, then–

"Jesus Christ."

You shyly peek at your boyfriend. Taehyung stares at you, utterly divine in loose beige pants and a garnet tee tucked into the waistband, his dirty-blond hair swept back away from his face. His brown eyes are wide with shock, knuckles white from his tight grip on the doorknob. You carefully roll over, exposing your chest, and his throat bobs.

“Hi,” you murmur, smiling a little.

He doesn’t reply straight away, obviously stupefied by your costume. “What’s this?” he croaks.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” you quietly ask him, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and standing. Your heels click on the hardwood floor as you step towards him. “I got it for you.”

Another gulp. Taehyung drifts to you, enchanted. “You look…” His slender fingers curl around your waist. He sharply exhales, eyes unable to stay still. “Fuck, you look so pretty, babygirl.”

"Thank you," you whisper.

His touch is fire, burning through the costume and branding his fingerprints into your skin. Your eyes flutter when his hands trail up to your breasts, caressing them, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the leather. You bite your lip to contain a mewl, heat flooding your cheeks as Taehyung tugs the cups out of the way. He plays with your rosy buds, rolling and pinching them between his fingers, bolts of arousal shooting straight to your pussy.

“So this is what you bought that day,” Taehyung softly says, almost to himself, tugging at your nipples.

“Please,” you pant, jolting when he pinches a bud.

A ghost of a smirk. "Please what?"

You swallow, trembling. "Please fuck me."

Taehyung chuckles. He pinches your other nipple, drawing a whine from you. "You can do better than that, sweetheart."

You pout, eyes dropping in embarrassment. You dislike voicing your needs. He should know what you want by the way you react to his teasing, but that’s what Taehyung likes. The power he holds over you as your dom. He wants you to express your thoughts, tell him exactly just what you want.

It reminds him how much you trust him with yourself, submitting to his every touch and kiss, handing over your body to do as he pleases with it.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you whine, shivering, head tilting back as Taehyung mouths kisses on your throat. “Please. N-Need you so bad. I-I don’t are what you do to the costume, just please fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckles, the low sound a sweet caress. “Alright, babygirl. Anything for you.”

A few seconds later, you’re on the bed again, this time with Taehyung crawling on top of you. He slots between your legs as your lips meet in a slow, passionate kiss. You quietly moan when his hands cup your tits, calloused fingertips digging into them. The stark comparison of his rough fingers on your smooth skin is arousing. Your eyes roll, bucking your hips up into his hand while he strokes your hot center over the costume, his tongue slipping into your mouth and dancing with your own. You grasp his shoulders for support, a little wail escaping you when Taehyung rips the costume at the seams.

“Daddy!” you whine, heart aching at the loss of your costume.

“What?” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Just doing what my babydoll wants.”

You open your mouth to retort, to remind him you bought this costume with his money, but the thought disappears the second Taehyung glides a finger through your folds. You quietly moan, pressing your lips together when he easily locates your clit and rubs quick, little circles on it. You swallow, rocking into his touch all while his eyes burn into you.

That’s another thing Taehyung loves in this dynamic with you: Watching you squirm beneath him from pleasure and your orgasms. It doesn’t matter if you seek from his mouth, touch, or cock. He adores the view of you experiencing total euphoria because of him, and it’s even better because he’s the only one who gets to see you like this. His precious girl, all his to love and care for in every way possible. But he knows you secretly like it too, watching him get off on you getting off.

“Daddy, please,” you plead, your hand sliding down to his arm from his shoulder. “Fuck me.”

Taehyung merely hums, his eyes dark and gleaming as he sips a long finger inside you. You whimper, your legs trying to snap shut, but his body stops it from occurring. He pumps it in and out of you at a steady pace, listening to you whine and moan, observing the way you writhe in bliss.

“How badly do you want it, babe?” Taehyung rasps, deep voice husky with lust. He rests his forehead on yours, your breaths mixing while more noises spill out of you. “Huh? How badly do you want Daddy’s cock? Tell me, babygirl.”

“Please!” you cry out, back arching when the pad of his finger brushes over your sweet spot. “O-Oh, fuck yes, please–”

“W-Want it so bad!” you sob, tears stained black from your liner and mascara. “Please, please, fill me up until I can’t think of anything but you!” You squeal, your entrance burning slightly from the intrusion of a second digit, but it feels so fucking good. “P-Please, fuck me up with your big cock, please!”

Taehyung smirks. “That’s a good girl."

While he continues to finger you, Taehyung miraculously shucks off his pants and boxers, cock springing free from its confinements. You lick your lips at the sight of him. Long and girthy, slightly curved with a bulbous tip, veins ridging it, the prominent one crawling up to his frenulum like a tree. You pant in anticipation as Taehyung sits between your legs once more, clenching around nothing when he taps his cock on your drenched pussy.

You’re so deep in your own little world that you don’t even notice him removing his shirt. You grind up against his dick, whining, clit singing at the friction.

“Want Daddy’s cock so bad, don’t you?” Taehyung coos.

You eagerly nod. “Yes, please!”

“Let me hear it one more time, baby.”

You keen, clutching the sheets in your hands, a lump of frustration growing in your throat. Damn him and his teasing. “Please, fuck me, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Taehyung purrs, and finally, after what felt like endless torture, he enters you. He hisses. “Fuck, so fucking tight...”

You, on the other hand, are in complete bliss, eyes shut in ecstasy. He fills you up little by little, sinking further and further into you until he’s fully seated within you. Your eyes roll at how full you feel, his pelvis pressed to your core, his balls flush with your second hole. You softly pant, shifting in your spot beneath Taehyung, your walls rhythmically clenching around him. This spurs him into action.

He starts slow, one deep stroke after another. You quietly curse, and Taehyung lowly groans, the sound causing you to clamp down around him again.

“Fuck, relax,” Taehyung croaks.

“F-Feels so good,” you whimper.

“I know, baby.”

Your head falls back on the bed, a little whine slipping out of you, your tits bouncing in time with Taehyung’s gentle tempo. You hook your knees to your chest, allowing him more room to work. He lovingly pets your thighs in thanks. Taehyung grunts, nibbling his lip, his hair falling in his face. God, he looks like a god above you like this, completely drunk on your pussy, just like you’re drunk on his cock.

“Go faster,” you plead. “Please.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung picks up the pace, assuming a medium tempo. “Like this?”

You whine and shake your head. “Faster!”

“Be specific, darling.” His hand ghosts over your throat, which has your walls fluttering around his cock. His fingers always make a pretty necklace when Taehyung’s in the mood.

“F-Fuck me until I can’t think straight,” you beg, lightly grasping his wrist. “Please, Daddy.”

“That’s better.” Soon, Taehyung bucks into you with the manner of a well-oiled machine, quick and precise, hips smacking against your ass. He grunts, holding your legs for you while you cradle your tits for emotional support. “This what you wanted, babydoll? Hm?”

“Yes!” you cry, pinching and pulling at your nipples. “F-Fuck yes, Daddy, oh my god!”

Taehyung breathlessly chuckles at your confirmation, using your words as encouragement. He adjusts his angle slightly, along with the depth of his thrusts, and a loud wail is ripped out of you. He smirks. Bingo. Taehyung continues at this position, tip bludgeoning your sweet spot repeatedly. You shriek, eyes crossing, stars speckling your vision. You can’t even talk anymore, rendered speechless by his cock.

He melted your brain. He always does.

The sensation of his cock deliciously gliding against your throbbing walls is addicting, creating a high only your pussy adores. The veiny ridges provide a pleasant catch along your molten core, the lip of his tip adding to it, perfectly hitting that spongy part within you again and again. Your toes curl in your heels, and because of Taehyung’s godly pace, one of them falls off, bouncing on the bed and clattering to the floor. The other one joins it in courtesy of Taehyung.

“Gonna fuckin’ pump you full of my cum,” Taehyung grunts, curling up and hovering above you, forearms situated by your head. His pace becomes stilted, signaling his approaching end. “Until it leaks out of you, babygirl.”

You simply moan, which has him laughing. “Did I fuck my girl dumb? You’re so cute.”

Despite his impending doom, it doesn’t stop Taehyung from fucking you with fervor. No, he keeps going, pistoning into you, operating like a jackhammer.

“D-Daddy,” you croak, clawing at his ribs. The icy burn you’ve learned to love has begun to creep up on you, body trembling in expectation. Fuck, you’re so close. “‘M-M gonna cum.”

Taehyung groans. “Yeah? Gonna make a giant mess on my cock?”

“U-Uh huh!”

He hisses, brows furrowing in determination. Jaw clenching, Taehyung vigorously pounds into you, fingers tangling in the sheets by your head. Your noises rise in volume as your orgasm speed towards you like a bullet train, closer and closer until–

You scream, back arching like a bow, your soul dropping into the pool of euphoria waiting to embrace you. You loudly moan as its fingers caress you, stroking the most intimate parts of you while your pussy paints Taehyung’s cock white, not even aware of the clear liquid splashing all over the two of you. You sink deep into that pool, ascending into spaces you’ve never reached before. Your eyes grow heavy, and your hearing is reduced to a high-pitched ringing.

You shut your eyes to rest for a few seconds, just to wholeheartedly enjoy euphoria’s touch. However, when you wake, you discover you’ve been tucked under the blankets. You frown and sit up, only to pause at the feeling of cloth on your body. You glance at yourself. You’re no longer in the costume; rather, in a large oversized tee.

What the hell?

“You’re awake.”

At his voice, you seeks him out. He enters the bedroom with a bowl of your favorite snack and a glass of water.

“What happened?” you quietly ask him.

His lips stretch into a smug smirk. “You squirted. Hard. Then you passed out, but I cleaned you up and made sure you were comfortable.” He offers you the snack and water. “I bring refreshments.”

Your cheeks flare with heated embarrassment. “I-I passed out? From squirting?"

“Yup.” Taehyung chuckles, crawling into bed beside you. “It was pretty hot, not gonna lie. I came on your tummy instead of inside you like I wanted, but it’s okay. Your health and safety comes first.”

You shyly sip your water, leaning back on the pillow. “Did you like it, at least?”

“Hm?” Taehyung peeks at you. “Like what?"

You bashfully divert your gaze. “The outfit.”

A low chuckle. “I loved it, baby. You looked so pretty in it while I fucked you, and those tights… Goddamn.”

You quietly giggle, bowing your head, your hair falling and curtaining your red face. Taehyung brushes it behind your ear. “I loved it, babydoll.”

“Really?” You peek at him.

“Mhmm.” Taehyung twines an arm around your waist, tugging you close. “If you order another costume next time, tell me. I wanna see you put it on.”

“N-Next time?”

“Oh, baby.” Another chuckle rumbles in his throat. He presses a kiss to your ear. “There’s always a next time with you.”

#bts #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #bts v #kim taehyung #kim taehyung smut #kim taehyung angst #kim taehyung fluff #tae smut #tae angst #tae fluff #code word: elysia

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kth1 · 1 year

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Welcome to Woodsboro [KTH]

⟶ Welcome to Woodsboro [Taehyung x Female Reader] ⟶ Genre: Thriller, Horror-themed, Some Fluff, Established Relationship, Smut, One Shot, 18+ ⟶ Warnings: mentions of the scream lore, mentions of killers (main characters are alive and well), references killings, references murders, references death, uses a fake knife, fingering, unprotected, slight choking, tiny roleplay, creampie, etc. ⟶ WC: 15.8k+ ⟶ Beta: wittle tiny hali @haliiimede ⟶ Summary: One generation's tragedy is the next one's joke as two horror enthusiasts set out to visit California's most infamous murder site, Woodsboro. Decorated like a festival throughout the town is none other than the haunting and creepy mask of Ghostface. As an area with a history of a gruesome and terrorizing past, there is nothing better for fanatics from all around to show up on the anniversary of the very first murder that set off decades of repetitive fear. ⟶ Author’s Note: Apart of Bangtan Cinema: Horror Night! I’m super stoked to dabble in an AU which I personally love so dearly! Scream is my favorite horror franchise and slasher story, so it was only time for me to step down into the spooky pits of this type of story! Fun feedback is greatly appreciated if you have the time! Side note: This story takes place right after the 2021 film! So for those who know Scream, you will understand a bit better! Also I know my banner is super misleading but it’s so sexy so I don’t care.

The two seater Chevrolet Spark, which you and Taehyung drive in, cruises down the highway at impeccable speed given its size and stature. Zipping through lanes and passing slower cars all while doing the acceptable speed limit to reach your destination of choice. Which is none other than the well-known town in California named Woodsboro; a once quiet area many moons ago, now laced with a looming darkness and a chilling past. A hot spot for all horror enthusiasts to visit with curiosity and eagerness due to the story of former resident, Sidney Prescott.

To this day, Woodsboro is one of California’s most marketed and commercial murder sites.

Taehyung, your boyfriend for some time now, and yourself set out on a road trip to visit several famous murder-magnet areas across state lines throughout North America. Having a strong knack and liking towards horror as a whole; both you and Taehyung run your own podcast and occasional YouTube streams about several types of horror-related thoughts and opinions. Digging deep into the topics on hand and investigating the stories behind the stories of each subject.

The two of you managed to find another through your similar interests. Both individually having your own livestreams and eventually merging together as one after several personal interactions later. Together, the two of you take on the world of horror whether it be nonfiction or not!

You’ve been on the road for nearly 4 hours as your vehicle inches closer to Woodsboro. Taehyung takes on the wheel with ease, opting to use cruise control when necessary while you two share fast food fries tucked into the center console. The GPS on the dashboard indicates the two of you should be arriving shortly and excitement inside sparks higher than ever.

Mindlessly, you watch on your phone a new interview on Kirby Reed, a survivor from one of Woodboro’s murder sprees back in 2011. You mentally take note of a few sentences she states, trying to compare things she is speaking about now versus from when she was first interviewed 9 years ago. How much she has grown and changed throughout the years of being a survivor and taking life on with a new perspective.

“You know,” Taehyung begins speaking, “I’m surprised they haven’t made another Stab movie after the last massacre.”

“Do you mean the one Kirby was a part of or do you mean the one that happened literally last year?”

“Honestly, both. Considering that every-so-often something happens in Woodsboro or in regard to Sidney. I’m curious why the franchise didn’t come up with another movie to continue. I’m feeling a little dry over here with my favorite classic.”

You laugh a little as you tap through your phone to Google about any updates in reference to any future Stab movies. Clicking your tongue, you ease further back into your seat as you read the letters on your device.

“Says here it doesn’t look like there are any production talks about another Stab. Probably because the last film, Stab 8, was utterly terrible and Hollywood realized that it’s a dead franchise without Sidney’s story or Gale Weathers’ books to keep it alive.”

Taehyung grabs a handful of fries to shove into his mouth as he monitors the road ahead of him. His eyes watch for the large signs above that’ll signal the upcoming exits and the distance he has to get to them.

“Stab 5 was awful too,” he quips, “That shit even had time travel in it. But I still loved it!”

“I think you’re hooked on the idea of Ghostface more than anything now,” you laugh at him while admiring his side profile and honey blonde hair.

Taehyung cracks a small smile, knowing very well that you are correct. His love for the entire Sidney Prescott lore stuck with him ever since he first learned about it. Something about the story just appeals to him, even though it’s a corrupted story and not one you would read in a happy fairytale book.

“To be fair, you like it too.”

“I do,” you affirm with a smile. “And we have several podcasts and documentaries to thrive off of! I don’t think we need another Stab movie.”

“Unless…” Taehyung grins as his hands run across the steering wheel.

You blink at him, awaiting his next words.

“Unless they went back, like they normally do with the classics, and remake everything from the beginning! New cast, new views, new –”

“– The first 3, the original trilogy, are solely based off of Sidney Prescott and Gale Weathers’ books! How are you going to remake something based on real events and get away with it? Besides, Sidney threatened to sue the companies if they continued with her story. That’s why we have all these extra movies that half the time don’t make any sense.”

You laugh at the sudden pout formed on Taehyung’s lips that match the turned down brows on his forehead. He tilts his head as he huffs quickly, giving off a disputed noise.

“Haven’t you read into all of the murder massacres?”

His tone sounds defensive but you find it cute. You’re not trying to rile him up, although you are here for it if he speaks up. Taehyung normally becomes very passionate over his opinions and almost always has the need to express them.

“Are you saying I’ve never done my homework on Woodsboro? I’m quite offended,” you feign hurt. “Of course I know what went on. We did have a variety of podcasts entirely on Woodsboro.”

“Then you do realize that nearly all the murders were trying to out-do the original?”

A ping alerts on the dashboard before you, warning that your exit is coming up on the right. Taehyung merges into the closer lane when the coast is clear, taking the car out of cruise control in the meantime.

You question him with a puzzled look, “Are you seriously using that to ground your argument for another Stab movie?”

“It’s pretty solid if you ask me.”

The car slows down to a lesser speed as Taehyung directs it through an exit. The road bends slightly, pulling off of the California freeway and approaching the first set of traffic lights you’ve seen in hours. A green sign posted in the ground on the other side of the street welcomes you with the words “Woodsboro: City Limit”.

You begin to fidget with giddiness in your seat, you can see Taehyung do the same as the two of you actively scan the area around you with your eyes. Finally, the two of you have officially entered the area you’ve always talked about. Always researched on.

It’s all coming to life right before you; thrilled is a complete understatement!

Fumbling with your phone, you quickly tap on your device to access the camera app. You select the video, making sure it’s at its highest quality, as you start to record the scene before you. Speaking into the microphone, you express with a shriek of excitement that “Scary-tales”, your podcast and YouTube name, has officially set foot in Woodsboro.

Taehyung drives down the street after the light turns green, marveling at the scenery around. The two of you aren't surprised once your vehicle comes to a slow stop behind a line of cars. They seem to be waiting to enter the small town as well.

“Looks like there’s going to be a lot of festivities,” Taehyung voices as he points over to the left shoulder of the road. From a far distance he can see black fabric hanging from a sign accompanied with a white mask. “The town probably is all decorated for the season.”

Astonished, you try to lean over and look out from his side of the car.

“Oh! That’s so cool!” It takes you a moment to register something of importance, like a thought lingering in the back of your mind which now jumps out from hiding. “You did make sure to pack the good camera this time, right?”

The car moves up in line, the flow becoming a steady 10 miles per hour instead of the occasional stops.

Taehyung quickly glances at you to reassure your suspicion on him, “Of course! I brought the one with the little attachable microphone!”

You shrug in your seat, giving Taehyung a scrunched up facial expression as you regret the low faith you had in him a second ago.

“Ah! Sorry, sorry!” you laugh. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just wanted you to be able to capture everything you wanted. This place is more for you than for me.”

“Nah, baby, this place is for us both.”

He grins from ear to ear with sparkles in his eyes. He’s serious and endearing.

“You like Ghostface too!” he adds with mirth.

You pan your phone over towards him, recording his face as he speaks with enthusiasm. You smile with joy, letting out a laugh when Taehyung begs you not to record him.

“He’s no Michael Myers, but what can I say? I like my men with a mask.”

Taehyung raises an eyebrow towards you, humor in the tone of his voice when he questions you next.

“So you’re saying I need to wear a mask?” He jokes with a giggle.

You shake your head at his nonsense, but he’s funny nonetheless. It manages to make you smile wider and that’s all he wants from you. To make you enjoy yourself all in all.

The deeper you enter Woodsboro, the more decorations the two of you notice. The entire town is covered with Ghostface decorations and painted blood spills. Street signs from as simple as “2 Hour Parking” to the tops of lamp posts all have a floating Ghostface mask with ripped up black fabric drifting in the wind of the chilly air. Giving the town even more character; making it feel even spookier.

You zoom in and out on all the decorations that you can catch in a passing car. Taehyung continues to travel by the GPS’s directions while you speak openly to your phone that’s recording the festivities and spooky decorations.

“Traffic remains busy as ever. It’s the exact day, September 28th, of the first original murder which set out decades of horrendous attacks and killings to the years that followed. Maureen Prescott, Sidney Prescott’s mother, was murdered in this very town 27 years ago. Here, I, Y/n, and my most trusted colleague and partner, Taehyung finally have entered California’s most infamous town. Woodsboro!”

Slowly the vehicling passes through the town square. It feels as if every street has a police car patrolling the area. A small park resides in the middle of the cross-pathed streets, vendors and food trucks line up from end to end. You can spot Ghostface merchandise everywhere you look before you turn to Taehyung with surprise.

“They really turned this place into a celebration. I wonder if there’s any movie viewings at an abandoned farm or the theaters,” Taehyung ponders out loud.

“We did not come all the way out here just to watch the movies,” you lightly hit his shoulder. “We want to experience the actual vibe of Woodsboro.”

Taehyung chuckles as his eyes light up. He sees a group of people following the lead of a female with a microphone and small speaker attached to her hip. She’s ushering the crowd through the park, pointing over at some local stores and holding out a map.

“We’ll be sure to take a lot of photos and videos,” Taehyung exclaims. “We’ll see as much as we can!”

Shortly after being directed through traffic, Taehyung drives past Woodsboro High School. Both of you ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over the building. Large banners drape over the front of the building with Ghostface’s mask. Firefighters on ladders are trying to take them down, disapproval from the Mayor must be the reason.

“It must suck working for a town that mocks its law enforcement and first responders,” Taehyung murmurs under his breath. “The place turned into a whole attraction site for people like us.”

You pan your phone over to Taehyung with a wide grin on your face. Angling yourself to get to the High School in the background of Taehyung, you clear your throat to gain his attention.

In your deepest and creepiest way, you speak the classic quote.

“What’s your favorite scary movie, Taehyung?”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes as he quickly looks into the camera. He squints as if he’s up to no good. The GPS speaks to you once again, telling you to take the next left turn and the destination will be a mile up on the right. Taehyung raises his eyebrow to flirt, giving you a suggestive glare.

“Bambi.”

The fork in your hand clinks against the plate below you as you stab into a clump of mashed potatoes. It’s salted and buttered exactly the way you like it. In your opinion it is a better choice compared to the diner fries. So, at least you say as you stare over at Taehyung’s plate of food with pieces of fries you pick off his plate whenever you feel like it.

His mouth opens wide to engulf a large portion of his triple stacked cheeseburger loaded with tomatoes, pickles, onions, ketchup, mayonnaise, and the diner’s special hot sauce. This man always surprises you with how he can practically inhale his food, making you question how he even digests it all before his next meal. Taehyung has just as strong of a love for food as he does for his murder stories.

You pick at your BLT sandwich piece by piece as you look around the diner. The layout is plain and simple, suits the busy crowd well with the variety of characters that linger throughout. Several people sit at a curved stool in front of the bar, snacking on their meals they ordered. Whereas you and Taehyung managed to snag a corner table right near the large display window that sits two of you comfortably. Even the menu and window decal supports Ghostface’s presence. Yellow seats cover the base of each booth tied with an off-white backing. The table before you is dressed in a clear-plastic, protecting the speckled aged wood.

“I still can’t believe you managed to find an available room at the hotel in this town. It wasn’t too expensive, was it?” You question Taehyung as you whip out a small notepad from your purse. “Like, it wasn’t a big price for here?”

Taehyung continues to munch on his burger while nodding his head, humming a “mmf” as he answers you back. Dressing drips off the side of his mouth and runs down his jaw as he searches for a napkin.

“It’s all good, I’ve handled it. I booked the room months ago so no need to stress about the cost. We’re covered, baby.” He reassures you. Taehyung swipes away the food on the corners of his lips. “Besides, we’re only here for two nights and you can’t put a price on this type of stuff.”

Your pen runs across the paper of your notebook as you jot down the beginnings of a list. Mapping out their path of where they want to visit and what they want to do during the small timeframe they have.

“Okay,” you hum. “I trust you.”

Taehyung reaches over to grab your hand, his thumb rubs softly over your knuckles. He knocks the pen out of your grip and laces his fingers with yours.

“Hey,” he speaks softly. “I know you have so many things going on in that brain of yours, but sit back and enjoy yourself right now. We have all the time.”

You sigh but give Taehyung a warm smile in response. Your hand squeezes him a little more as you nod your agreement.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to calm down. I just have all this excitement –”

“– And that’s okay. I appreciate and love how excited you get, baby!” Taehyung smiles and grabs a french fry off of his plate and feeds it to you directly. “I’m wired too.”

“Say, let’s hit up one of these merchandise stands after we finish up our lunch. I’m sure we can get a fun matching shirt or something.” Taehyung flashes his teeth before biting on his bottom lip.

“Tempting,” you bat your eyes at him quickly, “But let’s figure out all the places we can visit and hit up. I want to visit the Macher’s house – well technically it was last owned by the Freeman’s. But it was the place with the most attacks. The one on Turner Lane! I heard it was turned into a walk-through funhouse of some sort. Like a museum but not really.”

“That would be such a great place for an airbnb,” Taehyung adds. He continues finishing up the food on his plate while you start jotting down your list.

“Right?” You agree with him. “But the idea of being able to walk around it freely is also pretty cool.”

Your waitress steps over to your table suddenly, her black apron sitting comfortably tight across her waist. She checks in with the two of you, has a coffee pot in hand and offers some for your empty cups in which the two of you agree immediately. Traveling through the state of California to hit up all your favorite horror-related sites has proved to the two of you that coffee is your new best friend.

“Just let me know if there’s anything else you’d like to order,” the waitress with the name tag saying ‘Tatum’ waves as she walks away to check on the other tables she’s in charge of.

You tap Taehyung on the arm frantically the moment she disappears from your area, “Tae, did you notice her name?”

Taehyung looks up at you through his sweet honey blonde curtain bangs with another mouth full of food. His eyes open wide like a confused puppy.

“No?” he tries to say without spitting out any food.

“Her name is Tatum! Like Tatum Riley! Sidney’s best friend during the first massacre!”

“Oh shit, no way! Maybe her parents are lowkey a fan?”

“I’m afraid to ask though, she probably gets questioned about it a lot.”

You take a long sip of your coffee as you jot down more ideas. The surrounding tables are beginning to fill up more with bodies, making the Woodsboro diner sound a bit louder. Even a group of rowdy teenagers come in with full apparel of Ghostface costumes but each mask is a different color.

Taehyung stops mid-bite when his face turns into realization about something. His whole body stills as he processes his thoughts.

You look up at him when he makes a disgruntled noise with his throat. His brows slowly knit together.

“What’s the matter, babe?”

“Something just hit me,” he says with skepticism. “What if we end up getting killed?”

You laugh out loud, motioning with your hand for Taehyung to relax.

“Tae, we’re fine. Everything here is focused on Sidney. There is absolutely no reason or any motive for a Ghostface to attack us,” you reason with him. “And before you ask, last year’s massacre was in-relation to the people who were tied to the original massacres. All the people involved with the lore of the first mastermind of it all.”

“Billy Loomis,” Taehyung utters under his breath. Even the name sends a shiver down your spine now that you’re in this town. “But also, horror enthusiasts… one who watches too many movies and shows, like us…”

“Like Amber Freeman and Richie Kirsch?”

Taehyung nods, “There could be more people like the murderers from last year who just want to continue the story.”

You squint your eyes at Taehyung from across the table. Your face twists with humor and confusion, unsure on how to respond to his words.

“Saying something like that makes it sound like you’d be the one to do that type of thing,” you state nonchalantly.

“Not at all!” He reclines back into his side of the booth. Taehyung brushes his hair out of his face with a hand, the other searching for his phone in the pocket of his jacket. “I’m saying other people could be motivated in such a way. Do you really think I'd be capable of something like that?”

“Most people don’t know who could be a killer until they’re caught…” You tap your pen on the table with a smile on your face. “So I wouldn’t know if that’s something you’re into,” you joke.

Taehyung browses through some of his notifications on his cell phone when he gives you a contemptuous face. He’s unsatisfied with your accusation, but you do have a point.

“Baby, I can say the same thing for you.” He raises his eyebrows with surprise, smiling to himself as his thumb taps away to send a message to someone. “I mean, you indulge yourself in plenty of scary movies too. Which franchise are you trying to keep alive?” He jests with a wink as he places his phone down and turns the screen for you to view.

You see a banner posted to a Twitter post that is colorful and pops out to draw the creative eye. In large bold words it says “Annual Stab-a-thon!” with pictures of knives and pumpkins. Attached is a timeframe and location, one nearby, which makes Taehyung wiggle his brows at you.

“You’re funny,” you dryly say as you push the phone away from your side of the table. The sarcasm laced in your tone only makes Taehyung content with his actions. “You know I would never do something like that,” you say in reference to the hint of you being a killer. “Honestly, I don’t think I'd survive very long in a horror movie. I am the type to be at the wrong place at the wrong time,” you humor him with your confession.

Taehyung grabs your notepad from you swiftly to write down an idea. He tilts his head to the side, shaking it at you in disbelief.

“Ah, you need to give yourself more credit than that,” he scribbles down his chicken scratch while speaking to you. “I think you would make it to the final act!”

“Well with you as the killer, I think you’d give me some mercy to make it that far,” you tease as you bite back a smile.

Taehyung scrunches his face with anger and surprise. His mouth gapes open with a disappointed huff.

“I’m not a killer!” he protests with his whole chest. He uses his forefinger to press into the table with every syllable he speaks. “I’m an innocent person!”

The two of you break out in a fit of laughter. Taehyung looks at you with sadness while holding back his full smile as you roll your eyes at his ridiculousness. It’s conversations like these that end up with cute displays which makes you love the man even more.

“Tae,” you drawl as you recollect the conversation. “You’re cute when you get offended.”

“Thanks,” he responds laconically and with a pout.

Your waitress, Tatum, comes back over once again with a written out check for your table. She offers her service one last time to see if either of you need any more refreshments or food before handing the piece of paper over. Your boyfriend snatches the check from your view and fishes out his wallet from his back pocket.

“I got it covered,” he states as he counts through his money.

“Okay, but the next thing we have to pay for is on me!” you declare.

There’s always this weird complex with you that you feel the need to have equal contribution to spending expenses. If someone keeps pampering you too much, someone like a boyfriend you know so well, you tend to find ways to make it equal in return.

Somehow.

“We’ll see,” he grins.

Before Taehyung can manage the tip for the waitress, you emphasize the importance of the notepad still sitting out on the tabletop. You read the last thing Taehyung wrote, which is the address “34 Elm Street.” Nodding your head, you raise your shoulders to show your indifference to it.

“The Prescott’s old house,” you acknowledge. “I’m down.”

Taehyung holds onto his cup of coffee while leaning in to look at the notepad. You reach for the pen once again to begin writing more.

“How about we finish our list before we leave here and check out some souvenir places. By then we’ll be able to check into our hotel room and start visiting some spots. I’ll have to fill up the tank as well.”

“Sounds like a plan!” You voice with keenness.

Your pen traces letters into your notepad as you add stars next to your favorite and must visit sites. Tonight the two of you will be able to hit some of the areas up with no problems in your way. Enjoy some festivities and grab some merchandise. Have fun together and experience some irreplaceable memories.

And survive Woodsboro.

Taehyung and you both walk into room 312 with your bags in hand. Right before arriving at the hotel, you had stopped at a local grocery place to grab a few necessities and snacks to hold you over for the night. Thankfully the WoodSpring Suites comes with a complimentary breakfast in the morning along with a small snack area where you can purchase beverages and food that can appeal to a small appetite. But with Taehyung, you already know that the store was the better choice for the matter.

The entire left wall from beginning to end is colored in Aegean blue while the rest of the walls are a soft eggshell white color. The king size bed is covered in grayish-tan and rice paper colors, complemented with hickory wood furniture. The laminate flooring matches the wood as much as possible, giving the room a friendly and clean look to it. One single off-yellow couch sits in the corner of the room with a coffee table in front of it.

“Finally!” Taehyung rejoices to himself as he plops his bags down on the edge of the bed.

You, however, walk yourself to the coffee table and neatly take out pieces of your electronics and begin to step up a small work desk for yourself.

“The place looks great,” you comment as you toss the remote controller over toward the bed for Taehyung.

“Yeah, I like it too!” Taehyung shuffles through his bags and gathers articles of clothing for himself. He continues to unzip and pull apart his items all over the spread of the bed. “Did you want to do a nightly recording before bed?”

You nod as you focus on angeling your laptop and connecting it to an outlet in the wall beside you. “With some of the sites we managed to see today, like the Robert’s house and High School, I think we can talk about some things if you’re up for it. It is kind of late though.”

“My legs hurt from walking so much,” he laughs while he sits on the bed and kicks off his shoes. “Can we do a mini-one? I’m kind of beat. Going to jump in the shower before anything though. Do you want to join?”

Looking over at Taehyung, you see he has a satisfied face without giving you a glance. You’re well aware he has already determined his actions for the next 30 minutes and you are in no position to stop him.

“I’m ok, I can wait.” You smile. Typing in your password to the laptop, you smile to yourself. “I can start reheating those microwavable meals while you are in the shower so they’ll be ready by the time you come out.”

Taehyung makes his way over to you as he leans down. All his clothes and toiletries are stuffed in between his arms.

“Thank you,” he grins as he waits for you to connect his awaiting kiss.

You bite on your bottom lip before giving him what he wants. It’s a sweet and simple kiss, nothing hidden behind its meaning besides pure adoration.

The two of you are cut off by the sound of your hotel’s phone ringing. You give Taehyung a muddled face but he looks just as perplexed as you do. He moves toward the phone and by the third ring he picks it up.

“Hello?”

You watch as Taehyung’s facial gestures change through a series of confusion and amusement. He holds back a cringe smile, probably trying not to laugh.

“Oh yeah?” he says back to the phone. “A game?”

You furrow your brows while watching him. Taehyung wears a lopsided grin as he shifts his weight on his feet.

“Not interested, but this was cool,” he comments before hanging up the phone.

“Was that the front desk?” You blink at him.

Taehyung shakes his head while shrugging his shoulders, “I don’t think so,” he huffed a laugh. “Someone trying to do the Ghostface voice.”

“What really?” You speak with astonishment, “No way!”

He departs towards the bathroom before the phone rings once again. Taehyung stops and turns on his heels, eyes glaring at the phone that flashes. Taehyung shares a curious glance with you and raises his eyebrows.

“Do you want to answer it?”

The phone continues to ring until you finally decide for yourself to head over toward it. You grip the device with no hesitation and lift it to your ear. On the other side of the line you hear nothing at first besides heavy breathing. It stands the hairs on the back of your neck.

You allow the silence to linger between you and the caller, just listening for the only noises you can hear. A deep chuckle emits in a raspy tone.

“Hey, we’re not finished yet,” the ominous, taunting threatening voice speaks.

“Who is this?” you question with the thrill knowing you’re asking the most silly question.

It’s most definitely some form of prank based on how active and inventive Woodsboro is. You wonder how often people play the part of acting as Ghostface for shits and giggles. But from an out of townie like yourself, something like this seems so cool to you. Not annoying whatsoever.

Taehyung has already entered the bathroom, leaving the door open just in case you change your mind or not if you choose to join him, while you sit on the edge of the bed. The shower is running and one can only assume Taehyung has stripped down to his bare nakedness and submerged himself under the cascade of water by now.

“Who do you think this is?”

You entertain the person on the other line. “The most obvious answer for Woodsboro would be Ghostface. Am I right?”

“Yes,” the rugged voice replies. “Aren’t you so smart?”

“I’m a big fan,” you giggle.

“Do you like scary movies?”

“Of course I do. Why do you think I’m here?” you laugh at the classic phrase being spoken to you. Before you allow the other person to respond, you fake yawn out of boredom. “This is so unoriginal. You’ve lost my interest already.”

In a warning tone, the voice threatens, “Don’t hang up on me!”

“It’s late and I'm tired,” you claim before placing the phone down on its receiver.

You sigh as you stare at the device on the bedside table. There’s plenty of spooks to go around all day tomorrow, you don’t need anymore right now.

A knock on the door alerts you, Taehyung can even hear it from inside the bathroom. Creeping up to the peephole, you see nobody on the other side of your door. Slowly, you back up making a disgruntled noise.

“Who is it, baby?” Your boyfriend shouts from the shower.

“It’s nobody,” you respond loud enough for him to hear. As you pass by the bathroom, you see Taehyung’s head poking out from behind the shower curtain – wet locks and everything. You give him a brief smile and shrug, raising your hands up. “I didn’t see anyone. Probably just a prank.”

“Huh,” Taehyung mulls over it for a second. He tilts his head with a wink, “You want to join me now?”

It’s hard to resist his innocent persuasion. His invitation of a nice hot, steamy shower is so inviting.

“Sure,” you smile.

You take one single step in the bathroom before your hotel room’s phone goes off again. You stare at Taehyung with confusion and alarm.

“Just unplug it from the wall.”

“Yeah… yeah,” you laugh.

You’re sure to disconnect the phone by the wire as well as locking both locks on your hotel room door. You shimmy off your clothes on your way into the bathroom, placing the towels nearby for when you need to grab them. Taehyung hums a melodic tune to himself as he washes his face under the showerhead as you peel open the curtain.

Your eyes scan the expanse of his wet nude body with a warm smile. He feels the cool draft enter his vicinity and turns to glance at you after wiping his eyes clean from the water.

“You alright?”

“Mhm,” you swallow. “Just surprised how dedicated some fans get with this place.”

Walking hand-in-hand with your boyfriend, you stroll along with some pep to your step. Thrills and shrills send signals throughout your nerves and you can tell it’s affecting Taehyung the way it does to you. Excitement and adrenaline. Together, the both of you walk along the line of the road flooded with lingering sight-seers all prepared to enter in the biggest hot spot of the night.

261 Turner Lane.

The location with the record of most murders and attacks know to Woodsboro – in regard to Ghostface. Taehyung begged you to visit the Woodsboro Hospital earlier this morning after your first night at the hotel. A place where several people, like Jill Roberts, Sidney’s cousin, and Sheriff Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley had died. You two even managed to visit the Reed’s residence where Kirby and her friends were attacked nearly 10 years ago! However, that place was more off limits to civilians and most definitely did not want horror-nerds, like yourself, sniffing around with nostalgia.

All the sites are small, but hold so much weight and horrific memories for many. You can sympathize with those who are haunted by the past and understand that their community has gone through so much. But the geekiness of your love for horror and minor obsession with understanding serial killers and motives can almost desensitize the world around you.

Considering how it’s not just you, or Taehyung, who enjoy these types of things. But with how your eyes scan around every inch that Woodsboro has to offer, the exhilaration of it all continues to live because of the enthusiasts!

Merchandise, candy, confetti, bags, and balloons scattering around the town as if it’s a carnival for the one and only Ghostface. People of all ages dress up in the legendary costume and perform reenactments or shows. Even you, who is caught up in the mix of fun and games, walk around with a matching customized bracelet that you wear proudly with Taehyung. It sports a small trinket with your initials engraved into it right next to a hanging silver dagger that represents a buck knife.

For slicing and dicing… and also to constitute Ghostface's traditional weapon of use.

You cycle through your camera for all the photos and footage the two of you captured from your previous day excursions, making mental notes on what you should talk about on your next podcast after the two of you leave this town. Taehyung makes sure to point out everything he wants in the camera as well as he looks over your shoulder. With his fingers still intertwined with yours, he pulls your arm closer to his body so he can hold you closer to him.

“How much do you think we’ll be able to see? I tried to stay away from the internet so I didn’t get spoiled with anything,” He questions as his eyes look toward the front of the line you two stand in.

“I would hope for everything,” you speak softly. “It would be worth it to show off the entire house. It looks like they have hosts who direct you around,” you point over to a worker wearing a red tucked in button-up and dark dress pants.

The two of you admire the view of the side of the house, showing how the line you stand in extends with at least 50 bodies or more. But the home is dressed up nicely as if it was any other house you can see in Woodsboro. Beautiful flowers trail along the edgings of the road such as daffodils, red lilies, and purple agapanthus’. Tall brushes and thick weeds compliment the tan exterior of the house and deep green shingles. Shrubs and cobblestone walkways. Your mind paints a picture of all the gruesome and alarming actions that once took place here.

A little fountain in the middle of the entrance alley is drained of its water, showing off the rustic residue. Eerie music fills the air, played to entertain the ears of those who are visiting this walk-through house. Group by group, you see people filter into the front entrance of the notorious home. Eagerly, you and Taehyung step closer and closer and await your turn.

At the gate, a working crew at a small stand pulls out pieces of papers to fill out. Files to keep documented for those who enter and liability checks. Your signature is needed along with demographics and contact information. You hear screams up ahead, laughter soon to follow. Lights in the house flicker on and off, but the music ellipses over the brunt of the shrieks.

You pay a fee, nothing too expensive, for the two of you before signing your agreement. Fearlessly, both you and Taehyung allow the workers to strap on a colored bracelet to your wrists.

“Thank you,” you two express gratitude as you step along with the rest of the crowd.

The papers serve as a waiver, giving formal structure with risk involved sections, assumptions of risk sections, law provision, and respect to state laws. The owners of the house and those involved with the business have every right to hold your papers and pull you from the attraction site. Even though this is for fun and games, the seriousness of the property comes with its own stakes.

The Macher’s house, now rebranded into the name ‘Horror House’ for the attraction, stands at 5,500 square feet. To your knowledge, there are up to 4 bedrooms residing inside the establishment. Several bathrooms, a 3-car garage, rear and front foyers, and much more. With over 290 acres of land, creek frontage, and a span of eucalyptus groves, this amazing home survives decades of dreadful history.

You follow the path along the walkway with Taehyung by your side. Securing your purse around your body so it doesn’t snag on anything while you're inside, you turn to your boyfriend who’s snapping photos of the landscape and crowd.

“No flash photography!” You hear a worker shout at the entrance of the home. They hold up a flashlight directed toward Taehyung as they address him.

“Turn it off,” you whisper-yell at him as you pull his arm down. “Let’s not get thrown out before even getting inside.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was on until I took the photo!”

“Have bags opened and ready to be checked! Pockets emptied!”

As you step up the porch stairs of the Macher’s house, you hear busy workers repeating rules verbatim. They make this as swift and nimble as possible. Taehyung passes through security first, being patted down from all sides before they allow you to step through. They search your bag and roughly touch over your arms and jacket pockets, looking for any unnecessary hidden items for the protection of the house, staff, and customers.

Inside the house, the lights flicker on a timer. Red and yellow glows illuminate the walls as some areas in the house remain dim with no light source. The two of you are guided through the main entrance of the house by your hostess. The moment you step through, a loud group of screams appear overhead on the stairs right above you. People tripping over another and laughing from being spooked by someone in a Ghostface costume who has jumped out from behind a door frame.

You grab onto Taehyung on instinct while chuckling at yourself for getting scared from the loud noise. He, too, is startled momentarily, but he flashes a smile that expresses the fever buzz his body is radiating.

“Spooks and scares is the theme tonight!” Your hostess speaks in singsong. “Get ready to survive the fright!”

As corny as that rhyme sounds, it makes both you and your boyfriend giggle. You listen intently to the hostesses' words and fair warnings. How everything within the house is a reenactment of some sort and only serves to get your nerves jumping with fear. To be careful of your surroundings and not to stray too far away from your group. Playing in the funhouse is what you guys came here for anyways.

A loud dong resounds over the music, the clock striking an hour before midnight. Loud cheers and hollers are heard from inside and outside, everyone rejoicing with excitement.

“This shit’s so wild,” you comment with a bright look. You lean in towards Taehyung’s ear to whisper to him next, “Say, whenever we can… try recording some of the places in here without the staff seeing.”

“Already ahead of you,” he comments with a mischievous grin. His eyes flicker down to his pants pocket where his phone’s camera pops out just enough to show. In secret, he must have hit record and slid the device nonchalantly. “I’ve been recording after they yelled at me for the flash,” he laughs.

“I’m your hostess, Hallie. Please be advised that other parties are roaming around the building. So you most definitely will intermingle at some point. Please try your best to stick with me.” The petite, younger woman, adjusts her shirts’ sleeves along her wrists. Flashing the two of you the happiest of smiles.

“Can I ask,” you interject ever so slightly. “How long have you guys been running this?”

Hallie smiles with a nod, “About 4 months now. After the previous owners listed the house, it wasn’t very long for the current owner to snatch it off the market.”

“And no problems?” You quiz as you look around.

“Most furniture have been replaced with replicas just in case of damage. But it’s such a popular site, nobody has complained besides some locals.”

All three of you glance over towards a door frame in the back of the foyer. It’s hard to see but flashes of people running across the backend of the house come into view, followed by another person in a costume.

“There’s been some renovations to the house to maintain multiple entrances and exits to allow the flow of parties to weave in and out. Ideally, throughout your walkthrough you will visit every section of the house and even the field out back. Just mind the parties around you. We usually have about 7 parties at once to keep the line moving at a decent pace.”

Taehyung wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you comfortably against him. He shifts on his feet but directs his attention to Hallie.

“I think what she’s trying to ask is if there’s been any murders because of this,” he emphazises with a gesture of his hand.

Hallie gives the two of you a cheerful smile, flashing her set of pearly whites. “None whatsoever.” She steps in closer towards the two of you, taking hold of the earpiece in her ear to muffle her next words for whoever is listening on the other end. “But between us, I think this town wants to keep the slasher story alive and well.”

You both blink at her dumbfounded, but she holds up a hushed finger before placing her earpiece back in. She clicks on her small handheld flashlight that shines a bright blue, waving it in the air towards the walls of the house.

“So let us begin our journey through the Horror House! Our group color is blue,” she references the flashlight’s light color., “So if you ever need to find me, look for my light.”

Quickly, and before Hallie leads you to the left side of the house, you whip out your phone to snap a photo of you and Taehyung. The lighting is absolutely terrible but you manage to get the quarter turned staircase and sparkling chandelier above. Taehyung presses his lips against your cheek as you grin ear to ear to show your utmost happiness.

“Happy Anniversary!” you cheer to yourself as you snap the photo.

“Phones away please,” Hallie demands as her light flashes at you. “First and final warning.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you meekly say. You shrug like how a child does when they’re in trouble.

You shove your phone back inside your purse and zip it up tight. You grimace when Hallie gives you a sharp look, but she tilts her head and opens up her arms to guide you into the next room.

The room is lit up with a dim light, covered with plenty of floorspace and loveseat couches. The fireplace displays a fake fire while smoke roams on the floor. It serves as a living space, but before you or Taehyung can geek out about it, Hallie declares that this is not the room where any murders took place.

“One of the most unused areas of the house happens to be right here!” She exclaims. The celinings are tall, giving the room a larger feeling to it. Over in the corner stands a mannequin of Ghostface in an attacking pose, decorations surround it while the large mirror behind it shows your reflection.

Another round of terrific screams come from another part of the house and you can’t help but grip Taehyung’s hand tighter in your hold. The spooky aura of the house, and knowing the history, fuels your brain into all the acts.

“Now if you follow me this way, we’ll be entering the one area where Sidney and Stu battled out a fight, resulting in Sidney breaking a potted plant over Stu’s head and dropping an entire television on him!”

Hallie walks through first, pointing out a replicated television set standing in the corner of the room in front of some more couches. A coffee table is littered with candy, snacks, and drinks – as if there was an active party going on. You and Taehyung walk in right after her, only to get your first fright of the night when an actor jumps out from the side of the doorframe and grunts at the two of you.

“Ah!” You yelp but immediately slap your hand over your chest from laughing.

“Fuck!” Taehyung curses as his arm briefly comes up in defense.

The actor maintains character, hardly speaks but stays menacing enough. They hold up their false dagger, moving their arm in an attacking motion as both you and Taehyung maneuver around the floor without stumbling over another. The lights flicker with the beat of the sinister music, all to help create a fun horror-themed house.

“God this is so good!” You declare as you step around a few broken pieces of chairs as you get into the next room.

Your eyes scan around every inch and every corner of the beautiful house, given what little lighting you have to work with. You wish you can take it all in at your own pace, record things you want when you want to. But you need to be crafty and careful. So any chance you get, when Hallie or any other floating bodies of people aren’t looking your way, you try to fish through your purse to pull out your phone and capture a photo.

Taehyung on the other hand, is still rocking his secret pocket recording. You can tell he’s turning his body more often than so – probably to get as much footage as possible without being caught.

“This is the main attraction here! The climatic kitchen!” Hallie walks forward and around a small island table, tapping her hands on the counter like beating on a drum. “Where chicken and vegetables aren’t the only things that got cut up in here.”

You give Hallie a pensive glare, nearly shaking your head the moment the words left her lips.

“Eh,” she shrugs. “You’re right. That punchline isn’t that funny.”

Taehyung admires the white countertops and ocean blue walls which match the tiles above the stove. The window by the kitchen sink has blood splatters across it, red liquid dripping down into the silver stainless steel. Popcorn pieces are littered everywhere, while an old-timey phone hangs off the hinge of its cable.

“This is so fucking cool,” he comments. “Everything! All right here.” He stands with his arms outstretched. “This whole house has so much history! I can practically feel it.” He’s astonished but shows all his gratitude through giddiness. “Can you even imagine all the thoughts and emotions of the people who have gone through here?”

You step close to him as you check out a calendar up on the wall. It’s from 1996, September, with dates circled and highlighted and has written notes over which days and approximate times people have been attacked here during the first massacre.

“Too bad it’s not the 28th anymore and it’s the 29th. We’d be here exactly 26 years from when the first reign of Ghostface came to an end.”

“Yeah, but,” Taehyung nudges you in the arm. “It is our anniversary. So it’s still special.”

A loud thud from upstairs causes all three of you to jump in your spots. You whip your head around to look at Hallie who is already making her move towards the front foyer again, waving the two of you on with her.

“Let’s head upstairs, shall we?”

You wrap around to the front once again to see a new party of people entering the house. Hallie steps besides the stairs and points upward, telling the two of you to walk up. Taehyung shows no hesitation, but for you, you notice how there’s fake blood smeared all over the carpet of each stair. With your naked eye, it looks fresh. It is not until the time you reach the top of the stairs do you notice that the red paint was still wet and now tracks from your footprints.

Before you can question anything, you pivot and are ushered up another set of small stairs. The second story of the home has plenty of space. There is a nice little balcony area over the foyer that you can look down in, peeping at the groups of people who roam around the floors. You spot another actor walking around in a costume creeping behind a straggler, waiting any second for them to scare the person.

“Baby, let’s go.”

Taehyung pats you on your back as he passes you, following the hostesses lead into the master bedroom. There’s more decor dressing the house even scarier, and this time, the entire room is flipped upside down. The bed sheets and comforter are ripped apart, feathers from the pillows fallen on the floor.

It’s staged as if someone ransacked the entire room. It helps seeing a stuffed life-sized doll laying on the floor in a pile of blood. Both you and Taehyung express admiration over the scene, feeding into the question Hallie hits you with.

“Now, what might have happened here?”

“Looks like a murder,” Taehyung replies evidently.

Suddenly, a mysterious Ghostface appears from the master bathroom with his knife wielded high into the air. They step towards Hallie quickly, bee-lining their way straight to her to attack her.

She screams, and you respond with the same noise back. Ghostface digs his knife into her backside as Hallie stares at you and your boyfriend with shock. Her flashlight drops to the ground as Ghostface stabs her again.

You immediately back up, walking over the display of horror in the center of the room and walking over to another exit of the master suit.

“Holy shit,” you mutter as you’re grabbing Taehyung by the jacket to yank him with you. “Hallie?” you question as you watch her and Ghostface interact.

Your hostess drops to her knees before finally landing on the ground, face first into the carpet. While Ghostface stands there, head tilting to look over at the two of you as they clean off their knife with their gloves.

“Tae, move,” you urge while pulling on him more. You continue to back up until you see the steps to the stairs. They lead right to the ones that come from the foyer.

Ghostface begins to stalk you, rushing over to attack. Taehyung follows you as you pull him along urgently, frantically.

“This isn’t right. No, no, no,” you scream. You attempt to turn to run downstairs, but you nearly slip from trying to stop yourself. A group of people are in the middle of walking up the stairs, preventing you from going down. Taehyung hoists you back up, making you run to the other side and searches for the nearest door to run through.

“Run!” He shouts to anyone who can hear. Taehyung looks over his shoulder to see if Ghostface is still chasing you, and for a fact – they very much are!

Taehyung nearly pushes you through the far end door, closing it tight behind him. He searches for the locks, even moves a piece of furniture in front of the door quickly out of pure instinct. Your heart races erratically, but you turn and look at Taehyung with surprise.

You begin to laugh out loud, holding your head with your hands. Looking around, you notice the two of you are barricaded in a storage area. Like an attic of some sorts.

“This is hilarious!” you chuckle. You move around some useless knick knacks storage on top of some boxes. “We just got chased by a Ghostface!”

Taehyung nervously goes along with your lighthearted giggles, until his nerves bubble down into full blown laughter. He notices he has scratched his hand during the mix of everything. A cut annoying enough to draw blood.

“Yeah! Ha –” he runs his other hand through his hair, “– That was really funny.”

A bang hits the door and the two of you jolt in your place. The door gets hit again with a louder thud. When you notice the handle jingling, both Taehyung and you back up slightly. More shrieks and hollars are made from outside the door but you stay staring at it, begging for the door not to open.

When the door bursts open, but is blocked by the furniture Taehyung placed in front of it, you see the mask of Ghostface sticking through with their arm. Swinging wildly with their knife in hand. It clinks and digs into the wood of the door.

You walk backwards, deeper into the storage area and run over to one of the windows to look outside. You begin hitting your hands on the glass, screaming for help as you look down at the line of people still waiting to get inside of the house. The music is blaring and screaming coming from this house is practically normal – so your cries for help go completely unnoticed.

Taehyung grabs you from your shoulder, pulling you back as he calls your name.

“Y/n, Y/n! Look,” Taehyung points out another door that was hidden from view. Maybe one of the many renovations Hallie had spoken about earlier. “Come, come!” He begs as he holds onto your hand and leads you towards it.

He pried the door open after pushing boxes away from it. Stairs that lead down below welcome you, and happily the two of you take them. The darkness makes it impossible to see, but once you hit the last step into the new room, you realize you’re just outside the kitchen nook area.

“This house is so confusing,” you comment. “All the rooms practically intertwine with another!”

“The garage!” Taehyung pulls you with him, leading you to the door that’s been cracked open. Together, you push it open and step down the three wooden stairs. You notice a party with their host, they turn to you in shock. “Ghostface is chasing us!” Taehyung shouts as he practically drags you to the one open garage door.

You see the darkness of the night outside in the driveway. The sooner you’re out of the house the quicker you will feel safe. At least that’s what runs through your mind as you stumble over yourself as you rush out of the garage.

“Relax guys!” The host says. He flashes his green light at you as his hand comes up to halt your running spree. “It’s just a part of the show! What’s your color?”

Taehyung stops the two of you in the middle of the driveway. You’re now at the back of the house, away from the long line of horror enthusiasts, and can see golf carts set up for roaming the many acres of the backyard.

You grip onto his arm, holding tightly as your heartbeat races inside your chest. Wide eyed, you stare at the other host and the group they’re guiding.

“We’re blue,” Taehyung comments. He sounds slightly winded, but he hides it well when speaking back to the worker.

The host reaches for a walky-talky from his back pocket, pressing the button to speak into the voicebox.

“I have the blue party at the garage. Can the host of blue come here?”

Taehyung wraps his arm around you, pulling you tight against him as you two stand aimlessly. There’s an uproar inside the house, joyous laughters and shouts for help. It rounds every 30 seconds or so. But it begins to sound unnerving. Maybe the horror funhouse is really scaring you.

“Hey,” Taehyung whispers as he runs his hands along your arm. “Not to psych you out or anything… but look where we’re standing right now.”

You glance around, seeing a boat covered with a tarp. A concrete walkway leads to the back desk of the house to your right and a row of lights line up beside it. It doesn’t hit you until Taehyung speaks the words “doggy door” to you that you realize exactly what you should be looking at.

The middle garage door is the place where Tatum Riley was found crushed at the top. Stuck between the dog door and the top of the garage.

You move around Taehyung to sneak a quick photo of the area. With enough space, you back up and capture the scene – making sure to capture Taehyung in the frame.

From the roof, windows from above peer out of the building. Inside one of those windows stands a person with the mask on, staring down at you. It raises a knife to the glass, tapping on it.

Taunting you.

Teasing you.

Minutes have gone by before someone shows up. Thankfully that person is Hallie, your original hostess. She steps into the garage from the kitchen, like how Taehyung and you had just done before.

“Jesus, where have you guys gone to? You’re so fast!” She exclaims with a huff.

“Wha-what?” You reply. “You were attacked!”

“It was an act,” she reassures. “Only to scare you! I see that it worked.” She laughs. Hallie turns her body left and right to show you her well being, “See, I’m unharmed. It’s all good.”

“I mean, I guess it is a funhouse. We just got caught up in it,” Taehyung mumbles. “I even thought it was real for a second there.” His deep chuckle makes you feel a little at ease.

“So are we ready to continue the house tour? We have more bumps and scares ahead of us.”

You stare off into space as your mind continues to think about all the places and things you’ve seen. Ever since that small scare at the Macher’s house, you can’t help but shake the feeling of what it could have been like for all who were murdered by someone behind the terrorizing mask that haunts this town. It feels almost too real for a reenactment, even though your hostess was perfectly fine in the end. Taehyung managed to get scraped in the process of running throughout the house while your shirt, which you didn’t notice until you got back to the hotel, ended up having a small tear in it. But that’s what a horror themed funhouse could do to those who enter. Freak them out. Psych them up.

Your fingers fiddle with another while you listen haphazardly to Taehyung recording himself for the podcast in the corner of your hotel room. He goes on and on about how much he’s enjoyed himself and shows off a handful of his memorable trinkets he’s bought from a few item shops. His freshly washed hair is combed back and away from his face; one small piece of tissue paper stuck to the blood patch on his upper lip – he must have cut himself shaving.

Gripping the small dangling chain of your matching bracelet, you twist it around playfully. You love how it’s customized and you also love how it’s something you two share. This horror-road trip the two of you set out on for your anniversary week is such a lovely occasion. Taehyung surprisingly took most of the reins for planning, which secondhandly makes you feel a tad bit ashamed for not being able to contribute as much.

However, you and only you know how to make Taehyung feel the most special. Give him the happiness that he deserves. Even when he’s the one who spoils you the most.

As you look over and watch him geek out over his favorite serial killer story, you can’t help but smile with awe. He has no idea how you’re watching him so intently. Applauding every boast and passionate joy he releases through his words. Taehyung has no clue what you have secretly planned for him for tonight.

And your entrance means everything.

Quietly, you gather a bag of goodies by your side – making sure not to draw Taehyung’s attention when you hushly pack a few extra items into it. You glance once, twice, just to make sure he’s staying indulged with his video editing.

You don’t need to announce that you’re heading to the shower. But you’re hoping Taehyung understands your need to lock the bathroom door behind you. With grace, you twist the nozzle for the shower on, waiting for the temperature of the water to blast the warmth you desire.

“In and out,” you mumble to yourself. “Don’t take forever.”

With the time ticking, you bath yourself faster than usual. Every inch of your skin is loathed up with your soapy washcloth and each stand of your hair touches shampoo and conditioner. When it comes to shaving, you choose to take your time. There’s no point of rushing in a haste and accidentally nipping yourself somewhere.

You prep and prime the rest of your body once you exit the shower. Running your mouth through with some fresh mouthwash, you multitask with lathering lotion all over your skin.

For the finale, you place some light make-up on your face. Highlighting your eyes and illuminating your cheeks with complimentary colors for you.

A wicked smile stretches across your face once you pull out your black lingerie from your bag. It was perfectly hidden with the Ghostface mask you’ve stored along with a retractable plastic dagger. You slip on piece by piece, lace and fishnets covering over your body in a sinful and sinister kind of way. Your thong sits tight across your waist, and the garter belts from the corset piece you now wear clips onto the stockings on your thighs.

“Shit,” you look around the counter of the sink for your phone. You must have left it on the bed while you snuck away here. No time to take some sexy Ghostface mirror selfies without ruining the surprise first.

“Baby, are you ok in there?” Taehyung's concerned voice calls out from behind the door.

You’re quick to interrupt, cutting any further talk off as you sinch the last belt over your waist.

“I’m good! Just thought I dropped something down the sink, but I didn’t!”

This is the first time you’ve worn something this elegant and fancy for Taehyung, with a new twist to it. The mask you hold in your hand lifts over your face, covering the top of your head before it settles in place.

The sheer black material of the eye holes only dims your vision slightly; but other than that you can see most of everything clearly.

You turn off the bathroom light before you open the door to return to Taehyung. With the fake dagger in one hand and your other on the handle, you hold your breath until you finally are ready to step through.

Finding yourself on the wall, you slant against it in a saucy pose. Lowering yourself just enough to look like you’re nearly ready to continue slipping. Your boyfriend doesn’t hear you at first, not with his nose driven deep into his cell phone and thumbs tapping away on the screen.

“Hey babe,” you tap lightly against the wall with your knuckles. “I want to play a game.”

Your outfit is hiked shorter than usual, showing off more lower half and making you appear all the leggier as your fishnet stockings welcome Taehyung’s eyes. The black lingerie calls to him, even the added Ghostface mask to top it all off. Your breasts are held firm against your chest with how your corset fits. Shaping you in such a beautiful and complementarity way. You wiggle your fake weapon at him as you drag the tip of it down between your chest to your navel. Forcing his eyes to follow your every move.

And how could he focus on anything besides you right now?

The buzzing of his phone in his hand doesn’t register to him. The noise on the television doesn’t distract him. The only thing his attention is on is how godly, how gorgeous, you look right here.

Right now.

“B-Baby?” His jaw drops. You’ve rendered him nearly speechless as his mind processes how completely stunning and mouthwatering you are. “Is this for me?” He smiles with amusement.

You nod your head slowly, using the knife to trail down your thigh and up between them. Lightly toying with the idea of it touching you in your naughty bits.

“Do you like it?” You lift yourself off the wall. Slowly you walk towards your dumbfounded boyfriend as sexy as you can, swaying your hips with each step. “I thought this could be a nice little treat for our anniversary, babe.”

“Oh, this is most definitely a nice little treat,” he comments as he licks his lips. Taehyung places his phone down on the coffee table in front of him. “Look at you!” He exclaims with a wide grin. “Look at this fucking outfit, I mean… fuck me, wow!”

He praises with excitement and wide eyes. Taehyung practically eats you up from head to toe.

“Thank you, I spent a lot of time thinking about how to woo you.”

“I’m howlin’ for you,” he jumps up from his chair. “Are you trying to kill me with that outfit?”

“Get the camera,” you flash him a smile.

Taehyung grabs hold of the recording device from the coffee table. Barely able to click it on, he covers the lens when he talks with you.

“This isn’t going on YouTube,” he murmurs with a nervous laugh.

You make your way over to your boyfriend, glide your hands up his chest and hook around his shoulders. The fake blade in your hand slowly draws lines up towards his neck. You attempt to be sexy and murderous at the same time.

“You wanna record me, babe?” You question rhetorically with seduction. As if you’re surprised he has the camera in his hand. Even though he cannot see your face behind the mask, he knows you’re giving him those sensual eyes he loves.

Taehyung focuses the camera on you, recording on play while he zooms in and out on your saucy attire. His eyes cannot leave you, mind racing with delicious thought after thought.

“Jesus, baby, you’re making me so hard. Best present ever!”

You pull his body close to yours, drag one of his hands to run up your thigh and around to the curve of your ass. Lifting your leg up, you allow Taehyung to hold you against him. His fingernails rake up your bare thighs, scratching and pulling at your skin and fabric.

His building erection becomes prominent through his shorts as you press yourself into him. To test him and to feel him.

“I can feel you,” you comment. With your might, you direct Taehyung to the edge of the bed before pushing him down to sit. His body flops enough for him to prop himself up by his elbows, looking up with you hungry and thirsty. His camera scans you from tip to toe, making sure to capture every single essence of your nightly Ghostface vibes. “I haven’t even gotten to play my game with you.”

Taehyung smiles, his teeth capturing his bottom lip. “You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”

“Oh, poo,” you mock lightheartedly. “Does Taehyung not want any of this?” you shimmy your chest just enough to emphasize your cleavage. For good measure, your hand comes up to squeeze the mound. Giving Taehyung a sight to see but also giving you a sensation you need.

Your boyfriend leans up and goes to grab at your chest, but you stop him with the dagger pointed at him.

“Ah-ah!” You taunt, “My game.”

Taehyung laughs as he sits back and admits defeat, for now. He gives you a passive gaze but gestures for you to continue onward. He’s interested in what you want to do.

“Let’s have some trivia,” you start as you tilt your head. “But first, a couple of small rules.”

“I’m listening,” Taehyung nods obediently.

“One, don’t interrupt,” you hold out a finger. You wiggle it at the camera that’s still on you as Taehyung raises his eyebrows at your asserting behavior. “Two, no touching!”

Taehyung deeply chuckles to himself. A challenge for him of course.

“And three,” you continue, “and this is the most important rule of them all…”

Your boyfriend shuffles himself up the bed slightly, legs spreading a smidgen wider for his growing bulge. It’s very evident through the fabric of his shorts, but you pay it no attention.

“I’m listening, baby. Tell me what it is,” he urges you on as he angles the camera.

Your knee bends into the end of the bed, pressing into the mattress where Taehyung is leaning back on. Stretching your legs open a little wider, you tease the idea of your prettiness and smooth thighs to him. The knife in your hand points towards the camera as your other hand presses into Taehyung’s chest to push him down.

“All eyes on me,” you speak beneath the mask you wear.

“God you’re so sexy…” Taehyung murmurs. His chest rises and falls with anticipation, and you already know you have him locked and loaded. “How did I get so luc –”

“– Let’s begin!” You twist the blade in your hand. “Get each question right and I'll touch myself for you. Get them wrong and well… let’s just say you won’t have a happy ending tonight.”

Taehyung’s smile never leaves his face while his eyes cannot focus on any specific part of your body. He wants to drink you all up, savior every single second of this sexy foreplay you have going on.

You hold up a single finger as you trail an invisible line above your cleavage area. It dances over each of your collar bones and up the length of your neck. A snicker escapes your throat, but the tone is more promiscuous than evil.

“I’ll give you an easy one. In the first Stab movies, which actress plays the part of the Woodsboro native, Sidney Prescott?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “Tori Spelling.”

“Yes! Very good,” you announce. Your palm grasps the mound of your tit as you feel yourself up in front of your boyfriend. Slowly, you slide your hand down the expanse of your torso down toward your hip. Making sure to outline all your curves and edges. You toy with the hemline of your panties through the sheer fabric that hangs down from your bust. “Ready for question number two?”

You watch the way Taehyung stares, rattling his brain about all the things he wants to do with you. To tease him further, your hand lands on his thigh as you guide it up toward the junction of his hips. With purpose, you avoid touching him where he’ll enjoy it the most. Letting him know you’re only centimeters away from pleasuring his cock.

“Yeah, hit me with the next one,” he murmurs. You can tell his voice is going softer as he stays focused.

“What was the name of the first book Gale Weathers wrote?”

You turn the dagger in your hand to drag the handle across your thigh. Bringing it up towards your clothed cunt that you keep spread open as your knee continues to bend into the mattress. Tilting your head, you let out a sweet “hmm?” noise towards Taehyung who is gawking at the way you decide to use your prop.

“Uh, uhm…”

“C’mon, babe. I know reading isn’t your forte… but a Ghostface fanatic should know this as well!”

“Isn’t it the Woodsboro Murders?” he looks up to you briefly for affirmation. There’s a sweet innocence to his eyes, clouded within the lust that pools in there.

“Ah? Is that your final answer?” you chuckle as you place your other knee onto the bed to now tower your boyfriend. With force, you make sure he’s pinned flat on his back.

“Why do you make it sound like it’s wrong?” he quizzes you as he places the camera to the side.

“Oh, because it is,” you interject quickly. With nothing else said, you take Taehyung’s answer and discipline him. “It’s Wrongly Accused. Based on the Maureen Prescoutt murder.” You unwrap a piece of black fabric off of your outfit, long enough to wrap around Taehyung’s head to cover his eyes. You’ve chosen to blind him from seeing you for now, since his answer was incorrect. He needs to be penalized somehow.

“Baby,” he whines. “I want to see you!”

“Get the questions right and maybe you will,” you threaten.

You grab ahold of his hand and drag it close to your warm body. Giving Taehyung something to visualize, you guide his palm across your fishnet leggings and up the side of your hip. He hums satisfaction, it matches the lopsided grin plastered to his face.

“Next question. Which college did Sidney and her friends get attacked at back in 1998?”

You shuffle your body forward, placing both of your legs around Taehyung’s frame as you sit on his lap. His hard-on pains with lack of touch beneath you, but your added warmth and friction helps the slightest. Taehyung’s free hand taps on his chest as he ponders the question while the one you escort up your body touches and feels you.

“Windsor College.”

“Correct!” You praise as you sit further down onto his bulge. With excitement, you bring Taehyung’s hand up to have access to your breasts. You moan softly when he takes the lead and gropes you across your chest. Making sure to feel and fondle both of them equally and with full appreciation.

“I like this game,” he comments with a gruffier voice.

“I bet you do, babe.” You lean down toward your boyfriend's face, smiling under the mask at how pretty and complacent he is under your ministrations. You allow him to continue to tug and toy with your tits, plucking at your nipples through the material when he can. But you take a fist full of his hair with your hand and hold him to the mattress. A little roughness wouldn’t hurt him. “Here’s another for you,” you hold up your fake knife against his throat. “In Stab 6, what images did the Facebook stalker use to catfish Trudy?”

Taehyung chuckles once again, tilting his head to the side as you place more pressure with the grip on his hair.

“Channing Tatum’s Abercrombie photos. I’m sure you’d enjoy those too.”

“Not as much as I enjoy you,” you smile.

Your grip releases from him as you settle back on your heels. His hand chases you, but you’re fast to move it down lower. Between the apex of your thighs. Taehyung hums at the contact and from how damp you already feel. He skillfully pets along your folds from the outside of your thong, tracing patterns across your lady-bits.

You take a moment to relish in the feeling. It nearly distracts you from your game because of how much you want him to sink his fingers inside of you.

The two of you share a warm giggle with another, noticing how your hips start to move with the pace of his fingers.

“I thought you were supposed to touch yourself?” Taehyung teases.

“Well,” you breathe. “I changed my… mind.”

Taehyung grins, “I wonder why…” he acts coy. His knuckles graze across your clit through your panties and it forces you to hold yourself by placing a hand on his chest. “Do I get another question?”

Your breath hitches, it’s becoming unbearable to breathe under your mask. You clear your throat, gripping a fist full of his shirt, “Yes. Last year, what was the name of Sheriff Judy’s son who was murdered mere minutes after her at their residence here in Woodsboro?”

A fingertip trails on the outside of your thong, tickling you in the process. Taehyung slips his digit underneath, touching your slippery pussy. It glides smoothly, easy for him to slide further to touch you deeper.

“Fuck. Tae,” you softly groan.

He reaches around with his other hand, testing how far he can go while you still hold the dominant position. His palm grips your bare ass, weaving through the pieces of fishnet leggings before ripping a piece of it apart.

“Y-Your answer?” you breathe.

“Kiss me,” he demands.

“That’s not an answer,” you laugh. You release a moan when you feel his finger twist and dip into the entrance of your pussy, slotting knuckle deep. “Tae –”

“Wes,” he whispers as he leans up. With a growl, he snakes his arm around your hips and pulls you closer to him. Taehyung nudges his face in the nook of your neck, breathing heat against your skin while he deeply chuckles. “Fuck this game,” he speaks against your neck, leaving a sensual kiss against it. The whine that escapes your lips from feeling his teeth lightly dragging along your sweet spot fills the empty room. It’s louder than anything playing on the television behind you.

Taehyung pulls you in a humping-motion against his hand that’s lodged between your thighs. He flicks against the walls of the inside of your pussy, searching for your sensitive areas.

You drop your prop as you frantically pull up Taehyung’s t-shirt, hauling it over his head to undress him as fast as possible. You curl your fingernails against his shoulders as Taehyung nibbles your skin, causing goosebumps to rise and fall.

Despite every rational part of your brain reminding you that your game is at stake, you couldn’t care less with the result anymore. You and Taehyung had your fun, even though it was brief, and now you’re ready to get down to business.

His skin is warm against yours as you push him down with you following. You rip off your mask, tossing the pathetic item to the side and appreciate a nice cool breeze of fresh air hitting your face. Sweat dampens around your hairline as your lips connect to his. You rush to remove the fabric around his eyes, using your fingers to rake along the roots of his hair.

You rock back and forth on his finger, begging for him to enter another one. Taehyung follows your lead in the make-out, tongue chasing yours as you dive deeper inside of his mouth. You groan in unison, smiling as your teeth clink with how eager the two of you are.

“You’re so hot,” he comments in between breathless kisses.

Between the sensations of his deft finger, how hungrily he eats at your mouth, and how smooth and naked he feels against you already, you feel like you’ve entered heaven.

“Oh, Tae,” you hum. Your breath comes out labored, electrified.

Briskly, you reach down between your bodies and slip your hand around the elastic of his night shorts. Your movements are quick and frenzied as you grip onto his length, feeling the heavy girth bare. Taehyung voices a choked moan, surprised with the sudden touch. Your wrist flicks as much as it can in your compromising position, enough to run your palm up and down his cock.

You feel the heat racing to your face as Taehyung slides a second finger inside of you, rubbing in a come-hither gesture. Your head nearly falls down against his shoulder as you attempt to not lose control of your body, but the feeling is so toe-curling good!

With desire, you look up through half-lidded eyes. Lust fuels your entire body, you can tell it affects Taehyung too.

“I want you in me,” you speak with kiss ridden lips. “Fuck me like this, babe.”

Taehyung wastes no time shimmying his shorts down far enough to release his cock between the two of you. His chest heaves with each shallow breath he takes. A hand comes around to playfully slap and hungrily massage at the flesh of your ass as he hoists you higher and angles himself below you.

“Move up for me, baby.” He turns his head toward you, a smile laced on his lips. Without another word, he leans forward and captures your lips in a bruising kiss while his hand rips at the thin thong that you wear. You can hear the tear audibly, but somehow it turns you on knowing how the desire within Taehyung is taking over. “Let me fuck you in this pretty little Ghostface outfit.”

You lean up for him, biting down on your lower lip as you look at Taehyung clumsily shuffling himself under you. His eyes stare at your bare, dripping pussy. Likes the way it shines with your wetness.

“That’s right, come sit on me,” he beckons as his dick taps against your pelvis. “See how sharp my weapon is,” he jokes in a sexy manner.

Cracking up with laughter, you lift enough to feel him at your entrance. His bulbous mushroom head feels so nice and smooth, ready to glide right in.

Your hand comes out to grip around Taehyung’s throat, a surprise for both you and him. Yet something in the back of your mind tells you that this is good. Something he may enjoy with your power-play move tonight. Slowly, and only lightly, do you squeeze around the column of his neck, raising your eyebrows as you anticipate his sign of protest.

You take him in with one movement, hissing at the sensation the moment you sit flat on his lap. He fills you full, your cunt thanks you with vibrating pulses around him. Allowing a few moments and testing thrusts to go by, you adjust accordingly. Until you’re ready to go faster.

Harder.

Every bounce has his dick reaching deeper inside of you, opening you wider and dragging against every inch of your velvety walls. You search for his eyes when you tighten your grip around his neck, but you see nothing but pure enjoyment on his face. Taehyung moans as his hands help lead you with each swivel of your hips. His mouth is parted, eyes fluttering shut with exhilaration shooting through his nerves.

“Shit,” he seethes through his teeth. “Baby slow down, I'm going to cum.”

But you don’t listen to his plea. You want him to cum. Bust his nut and lose control because of you. So you set yourself, pushing harder down onto his cock and riding your boyfriend for all he’s worth. Even selfishly rutting your clit into his pelvic bone to get yourself off.

You notice the way Taehyung’s eyebrows downturn with a spike of fury. “Baby,” he warns as his voice gets cut off from you moving the hand on his neck to his mouth. You cover his lips, hushing him from putting up a fight.

Though, Taehyung does not take a liking to that.

Within a snap of a finger, Taehyung hoists his body up enough to gain an advantage on you. He twists around fast, pushing you to the side as he slips out of your grasp. Taehyung’s hands move you around, holding you with your chest against the mattress as your ass stays up.

“Tae, wait!” you laugh and beg. You try to wiggle out of the position, but he pins you down by your arms. “I want to make you cum!”

“Oh, trust me,” he huffs. “You and only you will make me cum.”

Taehyung takes a handful of your ass before spreading your cheeks open. He stands behind you before inserting himself, sliding his cock in from a brand new angle.

You groan out loud, pulling your legs together. The mattress’s sheets ball in your fists as Taehyung thrusts inside of you at a steady pace. Your body shifts up on the bed, but keeps getting dragged back down against Taehyung’s lap. He’s amazed how fast you fall apart with your whole body tensing against him.

The small moans you try to hide are highly cherished by him. Fuels Taehyung to keep pressing forward and pile-drive his cock into you.

“Oh fuck, fuck!” You curse with your face pressed down. You purposely muffle your noises to not disturb the neighboring guests in the other rooms. The phone is still unplugged so at least you won’t be receiving any noise complaints through there.

You encourage Taehyung with the higher moans. It tells him to fill you up, go harder and faster all at once. His cock starts to twitch as he draws near to his release, ready to burst his entire load all because of you.

“Do it with me,” he demands as his cock dives deeper into you. His pelvis slaps hard against your backside, hoping to force you to your orgasm. “I can feel you tightening up, baby. Cum for me. Show me how this slutty Ghostface cums.”

You turn your head to the side to gasp for fresh air. Through your lashes it’s not hard to tell that the camera is still on the two of you, now performing a surprise sex-tape. The thought crosses your mind and it makes you curious if Taehyung has noticed as well.

“Babe,” you whine with the pressure of his dick inside of you, “Babe the camera?”

You can hear the smile in his chuckle when he reaches for the recording device. Taehyung still maintains his pace while now capturing a new view. From the back, the screen records your entire backside and how his lengthy cock slithers in and out of your folds. Your black lingerie compliments you so beautifully, Taehyung never wants to forget about it.

The slapping from skin on skin resounds so loudly, almost covering the noise from the television. It only quickens when Taehyung sets into another drive.

He calls you by your pet name, grinning as you mewl over the size and speed of his cock. He compliments you through the camera while one hand holds you tight by the hip.

“Touch yourself,” he commands. “Reach down there and play with yourself.”

You obey, slithering your fingers between your legs and begin rubbing circles against your swollen clit. Your teeth bite a mouthful of the sheets below you as Taehyung fastens his pace, matching the eagerness of your digits.

“Mmf!” you groan as a build up inside you finally shatters. Cracking like a whip against your nerves and shooting sparks of pleasure throughout you. Your back arches harshly, almost knocking Taehyung off his balance as you press back into him. Cunt so eager to get fucked.

The camera drops to the side of the bed as your boyfriend firmly places his other hand around your thigh, anchoring himself to your body as you ride out your orgasm. He holds you against him, dick submerged as deep as he can go as he stills. Shifting his hips ever so slightly as his cock quivers as cum spurts out the tip, dressing your cervix and inner walls.

“Mm, yeah,” he voices with a slack jaw. His hips continue to roll into you slowly, pushing every ounce of cum into your pussy. “I wasn’t risking dirtying the outfit,” he huffs.

You continue to wiggle with the aftermath vibrations throughout your body, but you giggle nonetheless. Craning your head enough to look back at your handsome boyfriend you smile brightly.

“How kind of you,” you speak in sarcasm. “I’m sure that wasn’t the only reason why you want to cum inside of me.” You clench down on his lodged cock to tease him again, watching the way his face suddenly contorts to a painful, sensitive reaction.

“I thank you for taking birth control, for not just sexy time, but…” he anxiously confesses. “Actually, no. Right now, I really thank you for taking it.”

“I know what you were trying to say,” you comment lightheartedly. “It helps with more than just ‘sexy time’.”

“I love you,” he states to clear the air. “I really do,” he playfully pulls at a garter belt connected to your stocking and corset. It snaps back in place against your skin, “You’re my favorite person in the world.”

“I love you too,” you smile as you prop yourself up by your elbows. “And Happy Anniversary!”

Taehyung lifts the disposed Ghostface mask off the floor after he detaches himself from you. He inspects the item, flipping it back and forth. He smiles, giving you a quick eyebrow raise and sparkling look.

“My turn?” He questions as he pulls the mask over his head and allows it to sit on his face. “Let’s play some more games, baby.”

You slip on a nice early fall dress that pairs with your brown booties. The jean jacket you want to wear lounges on the back of the chair beside you, waiting to be picked up once you finish tightening a belt around your waist.

A small lingering ache rests between your legs from the previous night. Taehyung surely had fun with you. You wince when he comes out of the bathroom from his shower, noticing the bruise on the side of his forehead that has formed a small grotesque spot.

“I’m sorry again,” you inspect lightly. Stopping him in his tracks, your finger touches the bump. “It doesn’t look as bad as I thought it would though.”

“It’s alright, it’s my fault for having my head too close to yours when I tried to… you know.”

You shrug, “Yeah. Might need to give a girl a warning before touching her asshole.”

Your lips softly peck the swollen spot on his head before you allow him to continue to his clothes. Mentally, you check off all the items you have already packed back up in your bags in preparation of departure.

The television plays the local news aimlessly in the background as you scroll through your phone. You can barely hear from how low the volume is, but an alert blurts on the screen in bold red lettering.

“Breaking News! –”

“Baby, can you pull up the directions for Fairvale? The Bates Motel shouldn’t be too far from here,” your gruff voiced boyfriend askes.

You blink, trying to listen to both the conversations. “Sure. Did you gather everything from the bathroom?”

Taehyung slips his pants up his legs as a toothbrush is lodged in his mouth. Multitasking at its finest. He brushes his teeth as he dresses himself, pulling over his shirt section by section. He grunts a noise, one you know well that means he already finished putting everything together.

“Murdered! Several bodies have been found! Adding to the Woodsboro mystery of horrors. This once peaceful, now suffering community, continues to be terrorized and haunted by masked killings. Like out of some plot of a horror movie.”

Both you and Taehyung freeze at the commentary coming from the television in the corner of the hotel room. Stunned, you watch the news reporter stand in front of what seems to be the Macher’s house. Which is now turned into a funhouse for visiting horror-enthusiasts.

“No fuckin’ way…” Taehyung murmurs as he watches ideally as the images begin to show. Caution tape, police cars, and ambulances surround the reporter who holds their microphone to their mouth. “No way this shit is real.”

“We… we were there last night…” you trail off.

“Just after midnight, a masked killer wreaked havoc through an attraction site for –”

“Do you think…” Taehyung begins to speak.

“... I don’t want to think,” you stand up abruptly. “I just… Can we go?”

You glance at Taehyung nervously, but you’re already gripping your jacket and sliding it on your arms. Something spikes deep inside of you, something that shocks you. Maybe Woodsboro isn’t the best place for you to be, even though you once thought everything would be fine. Searching for your purse, you lift all of your bags in one heave.

“Hey, hey!” Taehyung tries to calm you down with a softer tone. “Hey, listen. Just wait for a second!”

His hand grips you by your elbow, pulling you gently back toward him.

Taehyung’s hands find their way around your body, touching your face in a caressing kind of way. His thumb runs over the curve of your cheek while he looks into your frantic eyes.

“It’s ok to feel freaked out. This is freaking me out as well,” he comments. “Don’t go running so fast. Stay with me, baby.” He tries to sooth your speeding thoughts. “We’ll leave together.”

Moodboard themed credited to: @/kth1 (me)

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jjungkookislife · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 13

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟday 13: double penetration *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

♡ pairing: jimin x f. reader x taehyung

♡ genre: established relationship, polyam, smut [18+]

♡ summary: Halloween is for trick and treats. Jimin and Taehyung make sure to give you both.

♡ wc: 1.9k

♡ warnings: mask kink (?), jimin and tae play with oc, pet names (baby, baby girl, sweetheart), spanking, pussy slapping, voyeurism (mirror sex), threesome/double penetration, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, degradation, cum swallowing, creampie

♡ date: October 27, 2023

Jimin knew you’d drop to your knees upon seeing him and Tae. He licked his lips as he stared at his reflection just before Taehyung handed him his mask.

“She’s gonna be wet all night,” Taehyung smirked as he put his mask on.

Jimin nods as he places his mask over his face. “Let’s go get her.”

Upon arriving at Yoongi’s place, your boyfriends spot you grinding on their youngest friend, Jungkook. They watch for a moment, cocks already hard and throbbing in their jeans.

“Fuck,” Jimin curses as he watches you grind against Jungkook.

“Let’s go,” Taehyung orders as they part through the crowd. Jimin tilts his head and Jungkook hits the road, disappearing into the sea of bodies. You don’t notice your boyfriends watching from afar, nor question Jungkook’s sudden departure as your other friend approaches you.

“Are Jimin and Tae here?” Hoseok asks as he stands beside you, looking over the crowd.

“They said they would be,” you shrug as you look into the crowd and spy a person in a Ghostface mask staring at you from across the room.

“Though that might be Tae,” you tell Hoseok as you turn to him, but when you turn back to the person, they’re walking away. “Or not.”

Hoseok chuckles, shaking his head.

“I’ll go check,” you inform him, as you promise to catch up later. You part through the crowd, apologizing as you push past.

By the time you’ve crossed the room and stood where the person was, there’s no sign of them anywhere. You sigh, take your phone out of your bra (your sexy witch costume lacks pockets), and check your messages.

“Come play with us,” you murmur as you read Tae’s last message. You sigh, looking up from your phone just to spot another person staring at you with a Ghostface mask on. You shove your phone into your bra and start the trek to where you started, but of course, they’re gone before you can reach your destination.

You move to the kitchen, finding Yoongi and Hoseok talking to a few friends you don’t know well. You go to approach them but catch a glimpse of a Ghostface mask leaving through the other entrance.

Quickly, you follow them, but they get lost in the crowd of dancing partygoers and the last thing you want to do is enter that hell again.

Sighing, you turn toward the staircase just to see Ghostface staring at you.

Before you can take a step, there’s a tap on your shoulder and you whip around just to find nobody there. You groan, turning back to the stairs but there’s nobody there either.

Huffing, you reach for your cellphone and call your boyfriends, but there’s no answer. You spot another person in a mask and stomp toward them, ripping the mask off their face.

“Hey!” Jungkook pouts. “You’re ruining my cool guy vibe.”

You roll your eyes. “You and this damn mask have been fucking with me all night.”

“No?” Jungkook’s befuddled. “Jimin just gave it to me like five minutes ago.”

“Jimin? Where did he go?” You ask as you look over your shoulder.

Jungkook shrugs. “He said he was looking for Taehyung.”

“Are they both wearing these masks?” You ask, holding it up and handing it back to him.

“Mhmm,” Jungkook confirms as he puts his mask back on and disappears into the crowd. You sigh, alone once again. You look toward the stairs, you figure you could wait in the room for them to show up.

Hands find your waist and you scream, startled and annoyed someone’s had the balls to put their hands on you. Everyone knew you had two boyfriends, so someone being this bold was out of character.

“Hey, baby,” Taehyung greets, his hands gripping your hips tighter. He grinds against you in beat with the music and you relax when you hear his voice.

“Wanna go upstairs?” Jimin asks, wasting no time. You know he’s probably smirking under his mask. You reach out to grab both of their masks and bite back a moan. The two men look at each other and chuckle.

“Yes,” you agree, taking their hands as they lead you upstairs to the first empty bedroom. Your heart races in your chest as you follow your boyfriends, giggling with Jimin as you reach the landing.

The boys pull you into a bedroom, shutting and locking the door with smirks on their lips beneath their masks. Taehyung is the first to approach you, his hands gripping your hips as he takes in your lingerie that you’ve tried to pass off as a costume. He’s not sure what you’re supposed to be, but he doesn’t care as he pulls you toward him.

You take in his Ghostface mask, tugging it off his face to discard it somewhere in the room. Your lips meet his in a heated kiss that rocks you to the core.

Your hands twine in his curly locks, tugging on them as he nips your bottom lip.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans as his hands move down to your ass.

Jimin moves Taehyung aside. He kisses you deeply, moaning against your lips as Tae moves behind you. He rips your lingerie to pieces.

“Hey! I don’t have anything else to wear!” You huff and Tae shakes his head.

“Packed you an outfit,” he assures you as he kisses you again. You moan against his lips as Jimin runs his hands over your back, stopping to grab handfuls of your ass.

“Fuck,” he bites his plush bottom lip, his hand coming down to smack your ass, once, twice, three times.

“You look so pretty like this,” Taehyung coos as he notes the smeared eyeliner and lipstick. He kisses you again, his large hands cupping your cheeks as you reach under his costume.

Taehyung grins, taking his costume off to show you his shirtless torso and black jeans. His hard cock strains against the denim and he palms himself over the material.

With your eyes glued to him, and Jimin kissing his way down your body, he undoes his belt, tossing it to the floor.

Jimin makes you moan with a smack to your cunt. He curses when he feels how wet you are and he turns his head to the side to watch the three of you in the mirrored wall of the closet.

“Fuck me,” You’re already begging. You’re so needy and wet, your boyfriends hot as hell on their own, but the masks add a little something and it makes you want to devour them whole.

“No need to beg, baby girl. We’re here to please,” Jimin states as he takes his mask off and sets it to the side. His tongue teases your pussy, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you still.

“Fuck,” you nearly growl when his tongue flicks your clit. Taehyung laughs, kissing you again as your hands work the button and zipper of his pants. He kicks them off along with his boxers.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, kissing you one more time as your hands wrap around his cock. Taehyung looks over your shoulder at Jimin, tilting his head to the side, and both men place their masks back on.

“Fuck yes,” you curse when you look up at Tae. You reach out for him as Jimin fixed the arch of your back, his fingers sliding easily into your dripping wet cunt.

You moan his name, followed by Taehyung’s as your hand runs down his torso to wrap around his hard cock that’s dribbling pre-cum. Your mouth waters at the sight, your tongue licking the head, swirling around and around until you take him in your mouth.

“Shit!” Taehyung hisses, your warm mouth so welcoming. He threads his fingers in your hair, your mouth opening wider to take more of him in.

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock into that pretty little mouth of yours. Get your fill,” Taehyung smirks as you do as you’re told. It’s hard to see you with the mask over his face. The mesh in the eyes is almost useless, but just seeing you with those wide eyes and hungry mouth is enough for him.

Taehyung allows you to set a pace, his hand guiding his cock into your mouth now and then. You take him deep in your throat and gag. He chuckles when you come up for air.

“Just relax, baby. Let me help you,” he says as he grips your hair harder, drool already smeared on your cheeks with your lipstick.

Taehyung fucks your face, slowly at first and then a little faster, a little deeper. Your moans send shivers down his spine, his cock throbbing in delight.

Jimin isn’t one to be left out. His fingers fuck your pussy, thumb rubbing your clit. You cry out around Taehyung’s cock, thighs trembling as he continues.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Cum for me,” Jimin encourages as his fingers move faster and faster until you’re falling apart, soaking his fingers.

Jimin grins, looking up to see Taehyung staring at him. Jimin raises his mask just a bit and slides his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean before fixing his mask and wrapping his hand around his hard dick.

The fat head of his cock presses against you, your arousal costing it generously before he’s pushing inside.

Your moan is muffled by Taehyung’s cock. He pauses to let you adjust to Jimin.

The two set a pace, both groaning and moaning as you take everything they can give you.

They both turn their heads to the mirror, cocks throbbing at the sight of you between them, taking their cocks like a champ. Your moans mix with theirs and fill the room, not caring who hears beyond the four walls.

Jimin spanks you, gripping your hips hard to slam you onto his cock, just for Taehyung to pull you back onto his by your hair. You’re drooling all over him and yourself, slurping obscenely as tears roll down your cheeks, but you still beg for more.

You turn your head to the mirror when Tae gives you a moment to breathe. You lock eyes with Jimin in his mask and he fucks you harder. The sight is enough to push you to the edge, tightening around him and screaming his name.

Taehyung smacks your lips with his cock and you open obediently.

“What a good cockhungry whore,” he praises as you try to see both of them in the mirror.

Your body surges with pleasure at the sight. Jimin chuckles as his fingers find your clit, rubbing and pinching it to make you jolt.

Taehyung watches you choke on his dick while Jimin buries himself to the hilt. They’re both close, both moaning your name as they fuck you harder.

Taehyung is the first to cum when you swallow around him. He sets his cock on your tongue and covers it generously. You swallow, leaning forward to suck him dry before he pulls away to watch Jimin fuck you open.

Jimin is close. His hips smack against your ass until you’re screaming in pleasure. Taehyung kisses you messily, his tongue meeting yours as you fall apart, with Jimin following soon after.

The three of you lay spent on the bed. The masks are on the floor and your costume is in pieces long forgotten.

“Can we go home?” You ask after you catch your breath.

“How come?” Jimin asks as he drapes his arm over your waist.

“Want to use the masks again?” Taehyung asks as he kisses your bare shoulder.

“Definitely.”

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jjkeverlast · 1 year

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feel real | kth

BANNER BY @freyarchive <3 thank you sm my love!!

-> pairing taehyung x fem!reader

-> genre established relationship | smut

-> summary a late nigh stroll with your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn

-> word count 1.5k

-> warnings fingering, choking, doggy, unprotected sex (y'all know the usual drill), public sex 👀 and taehyung's duality :'))

-> author's note wheeew here it is. my bday fic for taehyung. happy bday to our lovely king!!! this is mostly dedicated to my hyung @gimmethatagustd and all my taehyung whores out there. i hope you enjoy the pwp <3333

“You know,” Taehyung clenches your hand, catching every ounce of your attention as you both walk along the river.

“I’ve been meaning to do something, ever since you stepped out wearing that dress.” His jaw clenched, his eyes trailing down your form and you feel your body grow hot over his subtle action.

“What exactly?” You’re curious.

Taehyung doesn’t respond, chuckling lowly before you both reach a secluded bridge, with an unforgettable view of the city at night.

“Wow.” You’re caught off guard, stopping the both of you as you lean against the railing, looking out and taking the beauty in.

“Yeah.” Taehyung stands behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head leans on your shoulder. You feel warm and fuzzy all of a sudden. Small actions by Taehyung never failed to make you act out as if you had just started dating a week ago.

You both stay quiet, the water beneath you moving in a rhythm as the stars light down on the both of you.

A small kiss to the collarbone from Taehyung makes you gasp by the sudden action. It’s adorable, but the look on Taehyung’s eyes prove that there’s much more than just cuteness in his act.

He proves it to be right, moving further towards your neck, the tip of his tongue joining in on the long and languid kisses he’s giving you.

Somehow the mood changes, it always does whenever Taehyung breaks out of his soft side and astonishes you with his other side.

You’re thinking he’ll stop, he has to somehow when you’re standing on a bridge, someone being able to walk by at any moment. But then again, Taehyung has something else he wants to show you, or rather give you and it sends a common chill down your spine.

“Taehyung.” You breathe out, tilting your head further to give him more access. Although your tone doesn’t match with your action. You’re cautious, have always been when it comes to any forms of PDA in public spaces.

“Mmm.” His nose nuzzles your cheek, his mouth close to your ear.

“What— what are you doing?” You turn, his eyes already on you as a devilish smirk appears onto his face.

“What I’ve been meaning to do. Stand still.” You look both ways, noticing it’s completely stranded yet it still isn’t certain that a bridge is a good enough place for whatever Taehyung has up his sleeve. You trust him, so you don’t comment, letting his hands roam on every part of your body that they meet.

He’s starting slow, his slender and long fingers toying with the details of your dress. You look down, admiring the thin rings that decorate them.

You don’t think too much about the certain action. Not until he decides to pull your dress up, his fingers sliding in between your legs and grabbing firmly on your inner thigh.

“Can I?” He speaks calmly behind you. It’s low but enough for you to hear and without thinking further you nod.

He doesn’t hesitate, moving his hands towards your thong, feeling the fabric on the tip of his fingers. You keep looking down, watching the further his hand disappears from your sight and under your dress.

Taehyung knows every part of your body. Every inch of you that’s sensitive, soft and delicate. He has a tendency to fully enjoy you, as he lets his hand explore just as much as his eyes when you’re in front of him.

There’s something special about Taehyung’s hands. The way he carefully uses them when it comes to you and your body, as if you’re a delicate flower. His hands have imprinted themselves in your brain and whenever he acts out with them, your eyes admire every part.

Two of his fingers drag themselves down, the fabric wrinkling due to the action. You’re already wet. You have been ever since his lips touched your exposed collarbone and up towards your jaw. Taehyung moves your underwear aside, the breeze landing on your exposed heat. The sensation feels new, but it’s soon covered by a common feeling of Taehyung’s fingers playing with your entrance. You softly sigh, Taehyung moving up closer behind you. The leather fabric of his jacket crinkles along with his movements.

As he’s breathing down your neck, his fingers spread your folds and move up towards your clit. The rhythm starts slow, small circles to begin with paired by his middle finger. Your hands squeeze on the railing in front of you for support, your breathing turning quicker the more he does it.

He loves to hear you. Hear how much he’s able to please you, simply by his fingers. His fingers that you love so much. But due to the circumstances, you’re trying to stay quiet.

Taehyung makes sure no one will walk by, keeping himself on a look out. All he wants is for you to feel safe, especially in a risky place.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He’s biting down your earlobe, almost as if it’s a reward for you to keep your voice down.

“Being so quiet for me.” Taehyung goes back to kissing every part of your skin that he’s able to reach. He doesn’t slow down the pace of him toying with your clit, even as your legs slightly shake, reasons being you’re much closer than you think.

“Tae— fuck.” You exclaim, grabbing his wrist firmly as it continues to move under the fabric.

Every sensation is building within you, your heart beating rapidly as your mind turns blank. You’re feeling all forms of emotions rushing along with your blood pumping as the familiar knot appears in the pit of your stomach.

The one thing you’ve always admired about your boyfriend is him being extremely attentive. Watching how your body reacts to certain actions, letting it control him and how his curious eyes pop open whenever you react differently.

So when Taehyung notices how your body tenses, your breathing quickening and your legs shaking, he grabs your chin with his free hand, kissing you messily as you moan into the kiss and finish all over his fingers.

Your head leans on Taehyung’s shoulder, relaxing yourself as the orgasm washes itself out. You’re pleased, the smile forming naturally on your face proving just that.

“That was— nice.” You chuckle as Taehyung playfully nudges you, irritated by your choice of words.

“I’m not done with you.”

He pushes himself up against you, acknowledging just how hard you’ve made him and the need for him despite the circumstances grows faster than lighting.

Taehyung removes his belt, taking an extra look around to make sure someone isn’t near or on their way to approach the both of you in an intimate act. With the coast clear, Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to complete his task, which is fucking you as you admire the view.

It’s a quickie. You both are settled on that but when the tip of Taehyung’s cock drags itself in between your folds, you’d wish that there would be more time.

“Keep your eyes on the view.” He demands and you turn, his hands pulling up your dress further, your ass exposed as well.

“Why?” Your voice chokes up as he slowly enters you, stretching you out in the process.

“Fuck— want you to enjoy it while I enjoy mine.” Your knees almost buckle, imagining how Taehyung must be looking down at your perked ass, his hands grabbing and touching it, licking his lips over how beautiful your body is.

“Shit.” He fills you up completely, his hand meeting your throat, clutching it as he starts to move. You lose the ability to say anything, too overwhelmed by the sensation from Taehyung’s cock hitting your g-spot.

“We gotta be quick, baby. How’s the view?” Taehyung grunts right below your ear.

“Good— so fucking good.” You aren’t talking about the view, Taehyung definitely knows that.

You’re both so focused on each other's bodies connecting in the middle, as it makes you both dizzy the longer time runs between you. Taehyung starts to pant, his hold on you tightening on your form, a signal of him already being close.

If it weren’t for the way you so easily wrap around him, being so warm and wet then he would’ve been able to hold it for a bit longer but you make everything impossible. Especially when you push your ass further into him, the sounds of your skins slapping against each other echoing on the bridge.

Fuck. It’s so risky yet thrilling for you. Your nerves are kicking at every corner, scared someone might see you in this position yet with the feeling of Taehyung’s cock inside of you, you truly don’t care.

Your subtle action is the last thing Taehyung needs before he comes undone, painting your walls.

Normally Taehyung would take care of you right after, but you both are in a hurry. Messily fixing yourselves before moving along, walking away from the bridge as if nothing happened. You notice how the rings have marked themselves on your neck, a memory to remember the unimaginable experience between you and him.

“Well that was definitely something.” You joke, your boyfriend joining you in as he tickles you from behind.

There’s no one like him, and there never will be.

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94blazed · 1 year

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GHOST

Pairing: KTH x reader

WC: 1.7k

Genre: smut, crack

Rating: M (minors dni)

Warnings: dom tae, blood, rough sex, cøck warming, overstimulation, non consensual, alcohol consumption, murders, praise kink. •pls lmk if i missed any :)

Summary: with killings going around in your town. taehyung invited you to a halloween party jk was hosting at a abandoned asylum but only to find out your bf was nowhere to be seen..

A/N: ghostface inspired. based on singularity taehyung

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Ringing and dialing again leaves you with no answer. Giving up you head upstairs to your room, undoing your covers and plopping into the sheets.

Opening your photos you come across a couple of flyers you took of halloween parties to attend. While reading the information you jump at the sound of knocks on your window. Looking over to see taehyung being the one responsible. Walking over you lift up the latch to let him in.

“I’ve been calling you all night. why didn’t you pick up?” “my phone died, see” furrowing your eyebrows you dropped the topic. “Hey there’s a halloween party kook is hosting- its at that one abandoned asylum by 67th street, it’s tomorrow if you’re down to hit the place” “you read my mind. i was actually looking at some rn” smiling at your response he leans in latching onto your lips taking a bite of your lower lip. Gasping you bite back returning the favor only for it to come back as a pin to the bed. You look up to see taehyung staring into you with hungry eyes… “what” “i can’t look at my gf now?” “i never said that” rolling your eyes. Tae lifts himself off of you and onto his feet, walking over to the window and throwing his leg over the ledge. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” he smirks. and with that he’s gone.

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NEXT DAY - 10:34 PM

Scrolling on twitter you come across a few trending posts about the killings in your town. giving it a few thoughts now you’ve been having mixed feelings about going out tonight.. having the worst case scenarios play in your head… With a horn snapping you out your thoughts, that was your queue to pick up your backpack and run outside to meet jimin. “Sorry i was a little late but the later the better” you let out a laugh plopping into the passenger seat.

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Hearing the bass boosted music lets you know you’re here. stepping out you see people packing the front entrance, to the side you see the party host himself. “Hey y/n i’m so glad you made it, jimin wth are you supposed to be a carebear?” you let out a laugh. “You think you’re so fucken funny- no! i’m a power ranger stupid. where in the hell did you get carebear from” “I was just fucking with you, but the rest of the guys are inside. help yourselves out with the drinks” he says throwing a wink.

“He gets me so irritated sometimes” jimin lets out “he was only joking chim, but then again carebears are cute so” “exactly.” Making your way into the entrance you set your goal to find taehyung.

Instead of tae you come across the rest of the boys, coming up to them you make your usual greetings and ask if any of them have heard from taehyung. “He was gonna ride with me but he said he was going solo” joon shrugs. “He said he had to help his dad out with something, i’m pretty sure that’s why he stayed back” yoongi announces. Nodding you walk over to one of the medicine cabinets that was in the room to slip in your backpack. Turning around you see hobi taking a few shots of patron with some girls. Walking up beside him you take one in your hand and down it. Feeling the burning sensation rundown your throat helped you get the motivation for a few more.

With now all the boys coming around doing jell-o shots, jager bombs, melon balls, etc.. had you living. With the amount of alcohol in your system you were burning up wanting a bit of fresh air you start wandering around the abandoned building. Losing the flashing lights you walk upstairs to a room that looks like it could’ve been where they used to strap down the patients. A stretcher in the corner, scattered papers on the ground, blood stained tiles and a few broken windows.

Bringing your head out the window you feel the cool breeze hit your face, loving the way it brings down your body’s temperature. Looking down you see that the party reaches even outside. “Jungkook really knows how to throw down a party”

Turning around to head back. your back had met with the wall behind you. “Wtf” looking up you see someone hovering over you with a ghost like mask. Trying to scream the stranger slaps his hand over your mouth turning you front first against the window ledge. “Dont be so loud, you see all those people? you’ll get us caught.”

Obeying you stayed quiet “good girl” pressing his lower half against yours had you feeling his erection. “Has anyone told you how good you look in that outfit you chose tonight” “yeah, but it would’ve been better if it was my bf instead” “and where is this so called bf” “didn’t end up coming..” silence from the both of you surfaced.

“What an asshole. you deserve better babe” dragging his finger along your jawline. “yeah? then show me” “take off the shirt then” surprised at the command you did as what you were told. dropping the material on the ground.

Dragging his hands over your skin to cup your clothed breasts “now your bottoms princess” you follow up tugging on the fabric of your shorts, you start pulling them downwards while slowly backing up against his erection. Hearing a low groan you knew exactly what he wanted. Dropping his hands he goes to cup your bare ass in his own hands giving them a squeeze. “Did your bf know how to handle this” feeling petty you answered “yeah. he sure did” “mmm” he finished. Feeling your right cheek lose warmth you feel his hand traveling to your lower region and slipping past the band of your panties..

Slipping out a moan- made you want to slap yourself mentally who knew you’d be this turned on from a man in a mask..“you’re fucken leaking holy shit”. With that he continued to place his thumb on your clit and plunge the rest into your hole with no given warning. “Ahh” you let out “shhh- you’re going to get us caught. i mean do you want to be the center of attention. the hot topic of this fucking week” public humiliation is one thing but wanting to get caught is another and if you’re being quite honest you have quite a turn on for the second option.

“Then hurry up and fuck me” earning yourself a low moan from the man behind you. “I was just getting there babe” with that he’s ripping off your panties, the cold breeze hitting your arousal had you aching. Hand on your back pushing down along the ledge, feeling the pieces of glass scraping along your belly. Hearing the sounds of spitting you turn around to see him pumping himself- you were more focused on the fact he had the same birth mark as taehyung… you just might’ve found him.

Turning back around you prepared yourself with a thrust, gasping your whole lungs out at the feeling. Bottoming out he lets out a soft moan. Staying there for the adjustment he soon starts to pull back- hips slamming right back against the plush of your ass. The alcohol was not helping with how hot it was starting to get, “shit- you’re fucken squeezing me.” You’re practically arching over the window from the way hes dragging his dick out. “fuck go faster tae” even with him still being stuck in euphoria he didn’t miss the last part. so he asked you to repeat yourself one more time. “say. it. again” whining you continued “i said go faster taehyung”

With that he took off his mask not taking the heat anymore- hair sticking to his forehead he proceeded “how’d you know it was me?” smirking you say “cus no one fucks me better like you” that was one way to pick up the pace. Moaning audibly at the way taehyung plunged right at your gspot. "Holy shit" your body instinctively leaned forward scrapping the remaining paint from the windows border, giving taehyung the opportunity to go deeper.

Clenching down on tae gives you a hiss of satisfaction. “Drunk on this pussy omg. i just cant get enough” taehyung knows how crazy you go for praises and that just sped up the process within your orgasm. “Taehyung- fuck im gonna come” in a swift move he places his hand around your throat pulling you up against him. receiving a kitty lick on your earlobe before he speaks. “Don’t cum until i say so” whimpering at his response you obey. He felt the way your walls tightened around him, letting him know you were about to come down. So he picked up his pace practically ramming you against the wall- losing feeling in your legs you were ready to give out until “shit- now y/n” your band snapping- both receiving a flash of ecstasy. warm fluids dripping down along your thighs. He yet hadn’t removed himself from inside you only to rest his head along your back. Inhaling deeply, until you both caught back up with your regular breathing pace. Feeling the emptiness of him slipping out of you. he then helped you out on putting your clothes back on. he even ripped those favorite pair of panties you owned.

Making your way downstairs with the help of taehyung, meeting up with the rest of the group leaning into your ear he asked “so how’d you really know it was me?” looking up you smile- “i saw your birthmark.” He mentally cursed at himself but made an 'O’ shape to the given answer. putting on a fake smile he excuses himself to find the bathroom.

TAE POV

Damping a towel into the toilet water, he brings it to glide across the bloody knife in his hand. giving it a good clean for any evidence left behind. Getting up from his crouching position he gives a light kick to the victim on the floor for any signs of life. “What an idiot” he smirks. turning to make his way through the dark hallway. leaving the poor man to be swallowed up by the darkness.

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A/N: thank you sm for reading! I'm hoping I fit to your expectations :,) feedback is much appreciated, either way you guys reading my story is all I need <3 thank you again!

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jxngh · 2 years

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i know ⊹ฺ

request: me and @myhobari talked and i found myself writing..

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: a little angst, smut and i got soft in the end

warnings: he's subby!! yeah i can't believe i did that either! oral (fem. receiving), calls reader mommy (just once and just for some friction), reader's jealous so don't be mad at her

word count : 1.2K

a/n : don't forget that he's an adult and can do anything he wants. freedom is important, just because he's an idol shouldn't mean that he can't be himself. go taehyung!!

don't be a silent reader, comments are sooo important to me ✨

" oh! you're home? never thought you'd come back this early monsieur.. " you said seeing your boyfriend leave his bag at the corner. you were washing the dishes.

" yeah i missed the prettiest mademoiselle.. " he said hugging his arms around you and leaving his chin on your shoulder. waited for a reaction from you. but you didn't feel like saying it back. maybe it was a little childish but you weren't gonna lie.

refreshing the page whole night, seeing - not so tae's kinda parties - gave you question marks. you knew it shouldn't but everyone seemed to tell you otherwise. you sat down, told your friends - the ones sent you messages about checking twitter - that you didn't see anything bothering you. then you found yourself waiting, waiting for him to say something, let you know that he's thinking of you or felt the need of letting you know. or just asking how you're doing.. but nothing happened and you felt upset. and maybe a little jealous?

" you're probably tired, go rest taehyung. " you said calmly, didn't wanna bother him with all the questions you had about the party.

you decided to not ask anything, if he wasn't gonna tell you, you weren't gonna say a word.

" taehyung? what happened to jagi? " he asked with a shocked tone, loosening his arms around you and looking at your side profile. you kept doing the dishes.

" uhm, nothing."

" are you upset baby? " he said holding your waist and turning you to him. you looked up to his eyes.

" why? is there a reason for that? " you asked, trying to keep your cool and don't be the one who starts an argument. but your voice seemed so cold.

" oh.. is it about the party? i didn't know ab- " you cut him off.

" you don't need to explain because you saw me in a low mood, do it if you want to. " you spoke. you knew that you shouldn't ruin his fun experience but you couldn't stop the feeling on your chest.

he held your wrists, removed the gloves and left kisses on both of your hands.

" i'm sorry my love, i should've at least let you know about it. you probably waited me right? it all happened too fast and bogum got my phone away from me cuz he didn't want me to post anything while i'm a little drunk.. people still shared everything, i know.. the party wasn't really my type so i focused on the cocktails.. but seems like i drank too much to care if it's my type.. " he explained looking at your eyes all the time.

you were feeling better but still wanted more.

" okay, i see. " you said reaching for your gloves but he stopped you and got your chin between his fingers.

" don't be sulky love, give your boyfriend a kiss.. " then his eyes found your lips " please. "

you breathed deeply and looked up at him. why was he the most handsome man you laid your eyes on? it was making everything harder for you. the skin that you want to be lost in, the messy hair which you only would make messier when your lips crash..

" i'm not sure if you deserve it. " you talked in a daring way, even though your mind was telling you to give in. your hands found the kitchen table behind you and chin moved up.

" how to prove that i do deserve it, love? you tell me. " and you hated the fact that he made you weak everytime he said 'love' with that honey voice.

then he started lowering his head and nuzzling his nose to your neck. he wasn't kissing or doing anything, just breathing. but still, got your heart beating faster.

" what about going on your knees for me, huh? like a good boy you said you are. " you said biting your inner cheek. you didn't know that you could be this bossy. it was exciting for both of you because you usually let him be the one in control.

" as you say so, my lady. " he said doing what you've asked without a question. you loved to see your man trying to win you back even though he never lost.

with a slow movement, he held your left ankle and looked up at you. there were hunger in his eyes, the way he slowly touched you turned you so on. didn't say anything and he started to leave wet kisses to inner side of your leg, then started to do the same to your right leg.

you were feeling hot, feeling his desire. you slowly moved your other feet on his crotch, adding pressure while going down.

he looked at you with dark eyes. a small hiss left out from his lips that you craved.

his dark eyes locked with yours again. he was getting harder and harder but it wasn't about him. at least for now and he knew that.

" will you let me taste you, m'lady? promise i'll be so fucking good.." and you nodded. you needed him badly.

" go on, show me. "

you were wearing a big shirt and a panty so he removed your underwear easily then held your knees and placed them on his shoulders.

everything was intense.

first he left kisses, long and wet ones. the sounds of them were making your breath hitch. then his tongue played with your inner lips without touching inside. but the wet sounds and his deep breaths between the licks.. you were dripping and moaning lightly.

" nngh, "

when he was sure that you're impatient, he left a kiss to your inner thigh. " take this as a little part of my apology plan, m'lady. "

and his tongue met your slit, firstly slow, kitten like licks then they got bold. you were unable to stay still but still wanted more.

your hands found his neck, long nails left mark on there then you got his hair between your hands, pulling him closer to your entrance as if he isn't close.

" keep it, be a good boy for me-uhh.. like that.. "

you were already losing yourself but the slow moans that left his mouth and sent vibrations into your pussy was something you didn't expect. it was enough to make you go crazy.

the love of your love between your thighs? you were on the moon.

" shit, don't stop.. mmmh " you moaned fisting his hair. and he continued like it's his favorite desert.

" come for me mommy.. let me taste your sweetness..please.. " he said between sending his tongue inside and you couldn't hold yourself anymore. you came so hard, legs trembling and breath searching for more oxygen.

he was smiling and giving pecks your inner thighs.

you took his face between your hands after he slowly put your legs on their place. then his hands found your hips and you moved your face closer to him. it was a thank you kiss, sweet yet you still sucked his bottom lip hard.

" i don't want you to think that i'm upset because you had fun. i just couldn't help myself.. im sorr- " you said unable to resist him when he kissed you slow, pouring himself. then you started to talk again with a soft smile as he watched you with loving eyes.

" guess i was jealous, " you looked down. " but i'm so happy you're feeling free baby. i know it's so important to you, i feel the same about it. " your chest wasn't heavy anymore.

" i know baby, i know you. " and you both kissed till you jumped out off of the table and got him to shower, helping him as he kissed you anytime he could.

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sopebubbles · 2 years

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Chapter Four

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: Graphic violence, cursing, implied death for minor characters, mentions of human trafficking, sex (penetration), guns, blood

Word count: 8K

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You came to with a groan for the pain in your head and your neck. You moved your hand to rub your face where it had been pressed against the concrete, only to find that you couldn't lift it. You twisted your wrists against the rope that bound your hands behind your back. The darkness around you was impenetrable but you could sense another presence in the large open space with you. You had to be in some warehouse. Gangsters are so goddamn predictable. After looking fruitlessly around you for some kind of sign, you laid your head back down on the concrete floor beneath you and sighed quietly.

You really fucking hate getting kidnapped.

Your mind raced for reasons why you were here. It'd been two years now you'd stayed out of this shit. Why pull you back in now? While you thought, you struggled only slightly to release one hand from the amateurishly tied ropes. You made your movements as silent as possible as you got to your feet, coiling the ends of rope around your hands until you were left with just the right length. The element of surprise was your greatest advantage against the gigantic piece of shit they left to guard you. As soon as you were behind him, you slipped the rope quickly over his head and pulled back with all your might. His neck was so thick you didn't think you'd be able to crush his windpipe, but that was okay as long as you could knock him out long enough to make an escape. He reacted slowly, but he wasn't completely lifeless. He dropped the phone from his hand where he'd been playing candy crush—who the fuck even plays candy crush anymore? Whatever outfit this is really should be ashamed of themselves for their shitty staff. The man attempted to stand, threatening to take your body with him, but you doubled your efforts to pull him down as he struggled for breath and his gun. He got neither. Unfortunately, he made a bit too much noise when he fell from the metal folding chair and it scraped against the ground. Muffled shouts started outside and got louder as they came toward the door.

Chinese—but why?

Without any time to waste, you reached down to grab the gun from the back of the man's pants that he hadn't been able to reach. His chest still rose and fell shallowly. The door to the warehouse opened, the lights came on, and two men pointed their guns at you. You cocked the gun in your hand and pointed it at the man on the ground.

"He's not dead. Just sleeping," you said loudly to the men across the room from you. The volume kept any tremor from your voice. "I don’t wanna kill him. I just want to leave."

A derisive laugh erupted from one of the men. "Put the gun down, sweetheart, before you hurt yourself."

You lifted your hand a fraction and fired a bullet at the concrete six inches from the unconscious man's head. "I'm not the one who's gonna get hurt," you replied after the ringing of the ricochet.

"Got a crazy one," the second man said to the first with a sinister grin.

"Listen, guys," you started sweetly as you stepped around the large man on the ground, gun still pointed at his head. The other two tightened their grips on their pistols. As you got further away from the lifeless lump on the floor you raised your hands up, gun pointed toward the ceiling and smiled. "I don't want any trouble. I don't know you. I don't even know why I'm here. I think, maybe, you've got the wrong girl, and I'm happy to just let it go, if you just let me go. Alright?"

"Stop!" The first man ordered, punctuating his command with a movement of his gun, and you obeyed. "Do we look incompetent to you?"

Your eyes slid to the man you so easily overpowered, but you kept your mouth shut.

"You should be careful about what kind of friends you make, girl," the other one cautioned.

Now, what the hell did that mean?

"Your man made a mistake when he killed my brother," the first man informed you. "And now you're going to stay here until he comes so that I can return the favor."

Your brow ticked in confusion, but you tried to keep your face neutral. They couldn't be talking about Taehyung. And he had not been your 'man' for a very long time, so you couldn't seem to connect the dots.

"Now, be a good girl. Put the gun down."

You considered your options carefully. It was two against one, and in hand to hand combat that wouldn't be a bad thing for you. These two weren't big like the first one, though it was hard to tell under their ordinary black suits. Still you would be fighting for your life and that was always your advantage. Two guns to your one was a different story. You could shoot, sure, but not two guys at once and not from this distance. You nodded your head and slowly lowered your gun down to the ground, kicking it gently away from you.

"Now, my friend here is going to tie you to that chair, properly this time. And if you wait like a good little girl, you can leave unharmed when this is all over."

Your fingers straightened and flexed as you resisted the urge to form them into fists and show him just what kind of little girl you were. The other man approached you with his gun still pointed at your chest. “Turn around.”

You complied, walking toward the metal chair in the center of the room, swaying your hips more than you normally would as you went. You stopped dead in front of the overturned piece of metal. You felt a different piece of metal press into the small of your back.

“Pick it up.”

You bent over, making sure to push your ass out so he could get the best view, and lifted the chair, setting it on all four legs loudly. The man jumped and as you turned around you grabbed the top of the gun pointed at your back, aiming it sideways. When it went off in his hand, his friend panicked, firing his own weapon straight into the back of his comrade. The man fell to the floor, but his gun was in your hands now. You looked down to the man at your feet before looking at the one between you and the door. He stood staring, shocked.

“Okay, see, that one was your fault.”

Your voice seemed to bring the man back to the present. He retrained his gun on you. “I was going to let you go, bitch. But now you can die with your boyfriend when he gets here.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed as you raised your own gun. “Yeah, I don’t know what that’s all about, but I don’t plan on sticking around that long. So you can let me go, or I can kill you. Your choice, asshole.”

“You talk tough, but you’re bluffing. You don’t have the guts to kill me, or the aim.”

These fucking mob guys, honestly. So arrogant. Not that he was entirely wrong. You didn’t have the aim. At least you couldn’t be certain. Not at this range. You definitely had the guts though, and that would be a serious miscalculation on his part.

Your life is the only thing in this world that belongs to you. Don’t you ever let it go. You survive, no matter what. Your father’s voice echoed in your head, even after all these years, triggered by the flush of adrenaline through your veins as your grip tightened on the handle of the gun in your hands.

You stepped over the body of the thug at your feet. He wasn't dead yet, if his groans were anything to go by, but he was losing a lot of blood. Your adversary shifted his stance as you got closer, unnerved by your courage. This was distinctly not how he had imagined the plan going.

"Stop!" The single word came out an octave higher than before. Already you liked your chances better. At least from here you were sure to wound him, and that would be enough to get away.

"This is your last chance. Let me go." There was no pleading in your voice. You were even and measured, and it was all the more disconcerting. You took a step, testing him, and then another and another.

The closer you got to him, the more nervous he became. His hands trembled. Sweat coated his palms and dripped down his cheek, and without clearly thinking it, his trigger finger squeezed.

Automatically, you returned fire and shot once. The bullet struck his shoulder. Not a fatal hit, and part of you was glad. At least you hadn't killed anyone tonight. The man fell to the ground, and with your gun still fixed on him he had the sense enough not to shoot again. You walked closer to him and to the door, and his eyes stayed on you, looking up at you as if pleading for some kind of mercy.

"I don't want to kill you," you promised him as you crouched before him, and for a moment relief flitted across his face before you smacked the side of his head with the butt of your gun. His head hit the concrete with a thud, and you dug around in his pockets for his cell phone.

You spared one last glance at the three bodies lying on the warehouse floor before you walked out of the building and dialed a number you wished you didn’t still have memorized. You didn't even know if it was still his number, but the longer it rang, the further you got from the warehouse.

"Hello?" He finally answered.

"Do you mind telling me why I was just kidnapped by three chinese pendejos?" You spoke into the phone.

There's a pause on the other line and then-

"Yn?" The disbelief in his voice was evident.

"Sí, Joaquin. It's me. And I wanna know how I got dragged back into this shit when I was out. I've been out."

The man on the other line seemed to think for a second. "I don't know, princesa. I don't have anything to do with any chinos."

"Then what the hell would they want with me?!" You were practically shouting, but there was no one in this deserted neighborhood to hear you anyway.

"Oh, I don't know Yn." It sickened you the way you could imagine his smirk in his tone. "But maybe you've not been quite as out as you believed."

"I don't want anything to do with this shit, Joaquin," you moaned.

"So you say, but you still have my number, don't you? Is this your new number?"

You cringed at the leer in his voice and at yourself for having called him. A sinking feeling in your stomach told you this was a mistake. Before you could retort, a set of headlights turned onto the dark lonely street you stood on the edge of.

"Fuck," you muttered, fingers clenching around the gun you still held. "Nah, I took it off the guy I almost killed. But I got trouble. Gotta go."

"Wait! Yn, where are you? I'll come-" you hung up before you could hear the rest of his offer and tossed the phone to the ground beside you, preparing yourself as the car came to a stop in front of you. The passenger door opened before the driver even had a chance to put the car into park, and a tall man jumped out of the front seat.

"Val?" Your boyfriend called your name in shock. Taehyung's hair was wild, as if he'd been running his hands through it all night and his eyes were blown wide with shock.

Another man exited the door behind him, gun already in hand as he looked you up and down. "This is your Val?" He almost sounded…what? Impressed?

Your eyes slid over to the driver, Jungkook. The car he drove was the same expensive model Tae drove "for work". All the pieces began to fall into place.

Your man, your golden Taehyung was a gangster just like all the rest. You had thought you were keeping the biggest secrets in your relationship. You had excused yourself because you were only trying to escape your past. But Taehyung had been lying to you about his present, about where he went when he wasn't with you, about who he was. And suddenly your whole past had come crashing down on top of you. Almost like you'd never left. Like muscle memory. You lifted the gun that had been innocently hanging by your side and aimed it straight at his head.

"Woah! Val! It's me. It's Taehyung!" The man held his hands out in front of him, though he remained shielded by the car door.

"Who the fuck are you?!" You shouted back.

"It's me, baby! It's me! Put the gun down!" Tae pleaded, and somehow you hated him for it.

"What have you done?" You asked him, and for the first time tonight your voice actually shook.

"Damn, you had to go for a crazy one, huh, Tae?" The man behind him remarked, and your thumb pulled back the hammer into the firing position.

"Fuck, Hoseok, shut your goddamn mouth!" Taehyung took a deep breath, and the driver opened his door and exited the car. You didn't need to look when you heard him cock his own weapon. "Jungkook, don't! Everyone just calm down. Fuck!"

Taehyung stepped out from behind the door with its dark tinted window and took a step in your direction, but your aim followed him.

"Val, baby, you're upset, and I get that, but you don't want to shoot me."

"I don't know. I've already shot twice tonight. Been shot at more than that. I think I'd like to even things up."

"Baby, I'll tell you everything, just put down the gun, okay?" He took another step closer to you, fully confident you wouldn't shoot, but you continued to stare him down, even as your heart rate sped up more than at any other time that night. "Baby, you're hurt. Let me take you with me, so we can patch you up, alright?"

You blinked hard and shook your head. You hadn't been hurt. What was he talking about? You followed his gaze to your left arm, realizing for the first time that you'd been hit. It was just the adrenaline keeping you from feeling the wound where the last man's bullet had grazed you. "It's a scratch."

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry I let you even get a scratch. I came to save you as fast as I could."

At that you had to laugh, and with it you lowered your weapon. The men in front of you released the breaths they'd been holding, and Jungkook dropped his aim as well.

"Save me? Save me?!" You shouted back at him. "Do I look like I need some hijo de puta to come save me?"

Hoseok and Jungkook exchanged a wary, wide-eyed glance as you continued to rant, slipping incoherently between Spanish and English—or at least incoherently to them.

"Do you know what she's saying?" Jungkook asked in Korean, and Hoseok just shook his head with a look of confusion. Taehyung followed your gestures to the warehouse to his right.

"Baby, how'd you get out?" He wondered, his quiet, befuddled voice in stark contrast to your own frantic one.

You stopped cold. "Pendejo, I told you I shot twice."

Taehyung looked at you with wide eyes. "Did you kill them?"

You rolled your eyes. "No, just wounded, but they might bleed out, so maybe. Although, one guy might be waking up very soon."

Hoseok sighed and pulled out his pistol as he trudged toward the building.

"You don't have to do that!" You called after him, even though you knew it was useless. This was the part you truly hated. The cycle of killing. You were here because Taehyung—apparently—killed someone, and now the ones who tried to kill him would die. It would never end.

Suddenly, you felt incredibly tired. All the exhaustion hitting you at once as the adrenaline ebbed away. You felt the sting in your arm, and your sense of betrayal started to overwhelm your knee jerk anger at the revelation that your carefree, fun-loving boyfriend was in fact a killer. Just as you began to accept this change in your state, you heard the shots ring out, and your shoulders slumped.

"Val, baby?" Taehyung's voice was soft now as he came toward you to take your weary body in his hands. "Come with me."

"Okay," you conceded, because you needed to get the fuck away from wherever the hell you were now.

"Gimme the gun, baby," he cooed as he placed his hand on top, pushing the hammer into a less dangerous position and switching the safety as soon as he had it from your hand.

"Everything's all fucked up now, Tae," you whined as he tucked the gun away in his pants. He took your face in his hands and tilted your head up. First he placed a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips before he wrapped his arms around you.

"I know. We'll work it all out after we get away from here. Come on," he coaxed you to the car, and you let yourself be led.

Taehyung helped you into the back seat and then slid in beside you. The man in the driver's seat handed him a bandana, which he used to cover the wound where the bullet had grazed you, and it stung. Hoseok got in the front passenger seat and the smell of gasoline filled the car.

"Where'd you find gasoline?" Jungkook inquired, clearly amused.

"It was just sitting there," Hoseok shrugged, "so I figured…"

You looked to the building to see the flames crackling inside. So much for your no body count. Your stomach turned.

"Can you open the window? I think I'm gonna be sick."

"If she pukes in here, you're cleaning it, Tae," Jungkook warned as he rolled down the windows and pulled away from the scene.

Taehyung didn't respond to his associate and simply pulled you into his side. "You're just in shock, baby. It's over now."

Truthfully, he had no idea what to make of you at that moment. Of all the terrifying things he thought he might see when he found you tonight, this hadn't even been a possibility. He knew he'd lied, and so many of his actions had put you in a terrible position, but he suddenly had the feeling that you had secrets you were hiding, too.

By the time Jungkook pulled into the driveway of a ridiculously large mansion in Beverly hills, you'd evened out. You still felt the exhaustion but you were less overwhelmed by it all. No one had talked on the drive and the wind from the open windows allowed you to clear your head.

"Where are we? Why are we here?" You wondered. Was this Taehyung's home?

"Boss said to bring you here when we got you, so we're here," Taehyung explained as the others climbed out of the car. He opened the door for you and tried to help you out but you refused it. After he closed the car door with a thud he slid his hand into yours, but you tugged it away. Despite having let him hold you in the car, you didn't want to be touched by him right now. Part of you was aware that it would be best to go into this situation with Taehyung's full support, but you refused to hide behind a man who hid the truth from you. If things somehow went wrong for you in here, you'd rather rely on yourself.

You were led into an Italian villa style house. You would have expected something more modern, but the large spaces and high ceilings still spoke of wealth.

"Take off your shoes," Hoseok murmured to you after you passed the heavy oak door as he slipped off his own shoes. This seemed horribly inconvenient. What if you needed to run? But you knew better than to disregard custom in a new environment, so you complied without a word. Then you were led from the open foyer into a round sitting room where several men were waiting.

Jimin's was the first face you saw. His plump lips pulled into a flirtatious smile when he saw you flanked by Hoseok and Jungkook, with Taehyung following closely behind you. His eyes danced with mischief and he raised an eyebrow in quiet curiosity at the sullen look on your boyfriend's face, which you yourself didn't care to notice. Jungkook slipped out of his leather jacket, revealing his thick, toned arms showing in his muscle shirt, before draping the jacket over the arm of one of the fine leather chairs and sat next to Jimin.

Another man of slight build and pale skin sat in another arm chair, close to the cold fireplace. He must have just been in conversation with the third man before your entrance, and he turned over his shoulder to get a glimpse of you before he rose to his feet and turned his whole body to give you a proper appraisal.

The third man in the room was clearly the most important. It wasn't exactly a rule that the biggest man would have to be the boss, but this man's energy was naturally commanding. His broad shoulders and chest stood firm, no slouch in his posture. The man was rigid and solid, like a mountain. And yet he looked relaxed, still wearing charcoal slacks and a burgundy button down shirt that was surely grateful for the few buttons he'd undone at the top. His rolled up sleeves allowed you to see that he had well defined muscles even down to his forearms. He looked formidable, but the most striking thing about him—about every single one of the men in the room—was his beauty. If asked, you wouldn't be able to say which among them was the most handsome.

Luckily—or unluckily, you weren't yet sure—that wasn't the kind of question they intended to ask you. The air in the room grew thick as the three new men and Taehyung watched you silently. As much as you didn't want to show your discomfort, you couldn't help shifting your weight on your feet nervously the longer they observed you. Finally, the man whom you identified as the leader shoved one hand in his pocket while the other rubbed his chin before he gestured to the man behind you.

"Taehyung, are you going to introduce us?"

You looked over your shoulder to see your boyfriend shake himself out of the thoughts he allowed himself to wander through.

"Namjoon hyung, this is Val. Val, this is my boss, my brother, Kim Namjoon," Taehyung introduced quietly before falling silent again.

"Since you're Taehyung's woman, I'll trust you not to repeat that name to anyone outside this house," the boss said with a hard set expression that matched his tone.

You bristled. "I don't belong to him," you sneered. "But I know how to keep my mouth shut."

"I hope so," Namjoon replied thoughtfully as he continued to take you in, making small observations as his eyes raked over your curves and your bare arms and legs. Then, just as all eyes began to turn from you to him and he knew he'd been caught, he turned his attention to his men. "You've returned well. No casualties?"

"None of ours," Jungkook replied with satisfaction.

"How many?"

"Three," Hoseok responded. "But Val's the one that took them down. I just finished them off."

Namjoon's appraising eyes returned to you, as if making adjustments to his evaluation of you. "Evidence?" Now his eyes didn't leave you.

"Burned."

"Injuries?" Namjoon's eyes flickered to the red banana in your arm. Either you were hurt or you were a Blood, and either way Namjoon needed to know. Already you could see he was a man who liked to be informed. Nevertheless, you said nothing and failed to acknowledge your arm.

"Val got hit before we got there," Taehyung told him with a large hand on your shoulder.

"Let the doc take care of her," the leader replied, gesturing to the pale man at his side as if you weren't in the room. The other man took a step toward you.

"I'm fine. It's just a scratch. Nothing to worry about." You shrugged.

"Perhaps, but with Jungkook's dirty handkerchief on it, you might just let me clean you up to be safe," the slight man offered kindly.

You sucked in a deep breath and looked back at Taehyung for his reaction. He gave you a slight smile.

"You can trust the doc." You huffed a laugh to show how unimpressed you were with his assurances. But you let the man guide you away anyway. Anything to get away from so many sets of eyes. He led you back through the foyer to a room at the end of a long hallway. It almost looked like an actual hospital room, but maybe more like a school nurse's office, with one convalescent bed and one exam table, and numerous instruments and supplies for treating a variety of wounds.

"Hop up," he instructed with a light voice.

You did as you were told and then watched as he moved around his space gathering everything he would need to clean and dress your wound. He knew where everything in his stainless steel drawers and cabinets was stored. He assumed that since your wound wasn't actively gushing blood, you wouldn't need stitches.

"How bad is the pain?" He asked as he stretched latex gloves over his large hands.

"Just a tickle," you responded. He lifted his eyebrows incredulously and then began to untie your makeshift bandage. "So do they just call you doc? Or are you an actual doctor?"

"I did go to med school. I just didn’t graduate," he replied calmly as he peeled away the fabric.

"Why not?"

"Got a better offer."

You took another look at his small clinic. "Is it really better?"

"Well, the pay is phenomenal, the hours aren't bad, and no one can sue me for mal practice, so, it's pretty great." He gave you a tight lipped smile, but it seemed to genuinely reach his eyes. "It looks like the bullet just grazed you. You'll live. But i can give you something for the pain in you like."

"I'm fine. It doesn't hurt," you lied. It did hurt, but it wasn't anything you couldn't tolerate.

"I'm glad, but this is gonna hurt," he warned just a second before he began to clean your wound.

"Chingada, doc, that fucking burns!" You whined loudly, making him chuckle.

"Everyone's a tough guy until you start with the alcohol. My name is Yoongi by the way. Min Yoongi. Most people call me Min, or doc." He rambled to distract you from his work, but it didn't really help. You just held your breath and kept quiet. You resisted the urge to tell him you wouldn't need his name because you would be getting as far away as possible from all this shit as soon as you could. Yoongi gingerly pressed a clean gauze to your wound and secured it with tape. "All done."

He gestured for you to get down from the table and you smirked at him. "What, doc? No lollipop?"

"What went down tonight?" Namjoon asked his men after you left with Yoongi.

"She hasn't said what happened with Zhang and his men. She'd already put them down and gotten herself out of the warehouse by the time we got there," Taehyung answered, his voice flat as he went to sit next to Hoseok on the couch.

"How many men did Zhang have with him?"

"Just two. There were three bodies down by the time we got there."

"How'd she manage that?" Namjoon wondered, trying not to sound as impressed as he was.

"I have no idea," Taehyung shook his head in disbelief. Then he remembered the gun he'd taken from you earlier and pulled it out from his back and set it on the coffee table. "I guess she got one of their guns, but I don't know how." Taehyung rubbed his hands over his face as he tried to comprehend your actions.

"Where'd you find this girl again?" Hoseok asked.

"I found her at the club."

"You think there's any chance she was there on purpose? Maybe she's connected to-"

"No. There's no way she knew," Jungkook interjected, shaking his head. "It was obvious she had no idea who Taehyung really was before tonight. The way she looked at you like she really was gonna shoot you. There's no way she knew."

Taehyung cringed at the memory. There was a moment out there on that lonely street when he really thought you would try to kill him, and he knew he had no one to blame but himself.

"It's pretty obvious she knows her way around a gun, alright," Hoseok agreed. "But not just that. Two of the men had gunshot wounds, but one of them had been strangled. There's definitely more to that little girl than meets the eye."

"What is she? A spy or something?" Jimin chuckled, but Namjoon shot him a look that said this was no laughing matter.

"What did you dig up on her?" Hoseok asked, getting up to make himself a drink.

Jimin shook his head. "Nothing. Valentina Vasquez has to be an alias. There are plenty of them in the world, but none of them are her. Whoever she is, is a mystery."

"Maybe someone should go check on Yoongi hyung," Jungkook joked.

"Don't worry, she didn't hurt me," Yoongi chimed in as he re-entered the room with you. "And it's probably a good thing she doesn't understand Korean."

Everyone looked to their leader to speak, not only because he was in control, but also because his English was most fluent. Only he was born in LA, the prince of the Korean mafia which in those days was much smaller. Namjoon's father had done a lot to grow the international syndicate's presence in Los Angeles, but it was nothing compared to the advances Namjoon was trying to make. In just a few years, he had made a name for himself as an intimidating and calculating man. He turned those examining eyes on you once more.

"We were just discussing what happened tonight. How did you escape Zhang and his men?"

You flinched at hearing the name of the man. You would have preferred for his memory to remain nameless. But you tried to keep your features composed with a shrug. "I just did what I had to do to survive."

"You must be very good at surviving," Namjoon observed.

"Very." The short word sounded almost like a threat, or maybe a warning. Namjoon considered that before he spoke again.

"Perhaps we could speak privately in my office," he said, gesturing through another doorway. Your body tensed, but his subordinates began to move and you knew you'd be left alone with him whether you agreed or not, so you moved toward the room he indicated.

"Wait out here, Taehyung," Namjoon ordered softly. Taehyung stopped unhappily in his tracks.

"Hyung-nim-"

"I wouldn't hurt her," Namjoon promised.

"It's fine, Tae," you mumbled before walking through the door.

The leader closed the door as you stood awkwardly in the middle of his large office. The walls were decorated with expensive paintings and a bookshelf on the far wall held more sculptures than books. He walked around the sturdy mahogany desk that dominated the room and sat back in his chair.

"Please, sit. Would you like a drink? I bet you could use one after such a traumatic night."

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. Tonight didn't even rank amongst your top five worst nights. "I'm fine."

"You don't seem too grateful to be here," Namjoon noted after another long, quiet moment of examining you. It was starting to frustrate him that you were so closed off and impolite. "I sent my men to go save you, had my man patch you up, and not so much as a thank you?"

You glanced down at the bandage on your arm. "Sorry for wasting your kindness, but thank you for the bandaid." Your words dripped with sarcasm and Namjoon leaned forward to rest his elbows on his desk, clasping his hands and interlocking his fingers.

"Who are you?"

"Does it matter?"

"Well, you're with one of my men, and he seems to want to keep it that way, so yes, it does matter."

"I was with Taehyung, but I won't see him again after tonight."

Namjoon cocked his head and pursed his lips. "Just like that? He lied and you're done." Namjoon snapped his fingers.

You groaned. "Not that I owe you an explanation, but it isn't just that he lied. He killed someone, and that put my life in danger, and it will happen again. I don't want to live like this. There are other reasons, and that's between me and him. But no matter how much I care about him, I don't want to live like this."

"Because you're familiar with this life, aren't you, Val?" You remained silent in spite of his accusations, but the way your eyes dropped to the floor told him he was right. "Who are you?" He repeated. "We all know you're not Valentina Vasquez. There are no records of you."

You snorted. Of course they looked into you. And of course they found nothing because they're was nothing to find. "Well, I'm from Mexico, so…" You deflected.

"Are you a member of La familia?" Namjoon hadn't had any direct contact with the Mexican gang yet, and he was grateful for that. They had a reputation as the most ruthless gang in Los Angeles, and the idea that he had one of their own crawling around underneath his nose set his teeth on edge.

Your eyes hardened at the accusation. "I am not a member of La Familia."

"But you have ties to them, don't you?" Namjoon rose from his chair.

You set your jaw like stone. "Not anymore."

"How am I supposed to believe that?" The leader scoffed.

You dropped your arms and walked toward Namjoon's desk so you stood only a few feet in front of him and spoke quietly. "Mr. Kim, you seem like a man who knows things. So do you know what the foundation of La Familia’s wealth is?"

Namjoon nodded. "It used to be drugs, but now they deal most heavily in human trafficking." He didn't show it but the idea sent a chill down his spine. Bangtan might participate in their fair share of violent crime, but buying and selling humans wasn't a world he was willing to delve into. And that's when it hit him. "You?"

You turned your head away from him, followed by your body, taking a few steps away from him. "So you can imagine that now that I'm free, I don't have anything to do with them anymore." Your skin crawled at the memory of speaking with Joaquin only an hour ago. Namjoon remained speechless as he thought through your revelation. So you cleared your throat and spoke first. "Listen, Mr. Kim. As I said, I won't be a problem after tonight. I've been trying to leave LA for a long time, and tomorrow morning you can count on me to be on a bus out of the state."

"Do you think Taehyung will let you go that easily? He's in love with you."

"Taehyung is in love with an illusion. It had to end eventually. You should stop him from stopping me."

Namjoon nodded along. "Do you need money for a bus ticket?"

You made a derisive sound at the back of your throat and shook your head. "I won't put myself in debt to you. I'll get a ticket for as far as my money will take me and I'll figure out the rest later." Again, Namjoon remained silent. "If there's nothing else you wish to ask me…"

"You can go," Namjoon told you with a gesture towards the door. You walked toward it without hesitation. "And Val?" You stopped and turned to him one last time. "I hope you find a good life."

Well, that was unexpected. So much so you actually smiled and gave him a small nod before you left his office.

Taehyung was sitting on the couch again when you emerged. Another man was waiting with him, tall and handsome as all the rest.

"You must be Val," he smiled beautifully. You looked at him blankly, not in the mood to waste energy on pointless introductions.

"Taehyung, I want to go home," you started firmly.

Taehyung stood so he towered over you and placed his hands on your neck. "Baby, it's late. Why don't we stay here tonight? And I'll take you home in the morning."

"No, I want to go home now," you practically whined.

"Baby, please, we have so much to talk about-"

"I don't wanna talk. I just wanna sleep." You weren't waiting anymore. You walked toward the exit, determined to get home even if you had to steal a car to get there.

"Taehyung, drive the girl home. She should be somewhere she feels comfortable after the night she's had," Namjoon ordered him. Taehyung could only bow his head and follow you out.

"Where is Jungkook?" Namjoon asked Seokjin.

"Here, Joon," the man answered, walking in from the foyer.

"You should go get a nap. I'm going to need you out on the streets before the sun rises to carry out a special mission for me."

The younger man bowed and made his way to his bedroom before the leader invited Seokjin into his office for a night cap.

You were silent on the drive to your apartment, and it had Taehyung on edge. He kept waiting for you to unleash your rage on him, to hit him with the barrage of Spanish curses he often found endearing because he couldn't understand them. He wanted you to cry and scream and listen to his side of things, but instead you stubbornly refused to discuss it. You shot down every attempt he made to start a conversation and stared stoically out the windshield the entire ride.

"Goodnight, Taehyung. Thanks for the ride," you mumbled as you released your seatbelt and opened the door.

He hurried out after you and caught you in his hands before you could make it to the gate of your complex. "Val, wait! You can't seriously leave without letting me fix this! I love you."

He looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes, and it was almost convincing. There were so many reasons for Val to love Tae, but those reasons couldn't be anymore. Val and Tae were innocents, but they weren't a reality. You weren't Val, and he wasn't Tae. You touched his cheek softly.

"What you love is a lie, Taehyung. My name isn't Val, and the girl you fell in love with is nothing more than a fantasy of the life I wish I could live."

"But we can, baby. I promise we'll make it work." Taehyung continued to beg but you turned your back on him to unlock the gate after you dug your keys out of your bag, which you'd found in his car. He slipped through the gate to follow you before you could shut him out.

"Tae," you sighed, "this whole relationship is a lie, and it never could have lasted. This is how it ends. Please leave." You tried your best to ignore him as you climbed the noisy metal staircase up to your second floor apartment. But the more you pulled, the more he pushed; that was the way it had always been with you. His footsteps clanged right after yours, and by the time you made it to your door and tried to unlock it, Taehyung had you caged in and you knew there'd be no getting rid of him tonight. You slid the key into the door but rested your hand in the knob before entering and hung your head low.

Taehyung could sense the part of you that wanted to cling to what you had shared, and he clung onto it, too. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling your back against his chest as you sighed. He rested his forehead to the back of your head and breathed in your scent like it was the last breath he'd ever take.

"Just give me tonight," he pleaded.

You hesitated for a moment longer before you nodded silently and turned the handle, letting him in. You did your best to close and lock the door quietly since it was the small hours of the morning and your roommate was surely asleep. You took Taehyung's hand and led him to your bed. Your bag and keys slipped lazily to the floor. Taehyung turned the light on, but you were quick to flip it back off, turning to him to pull him into a reckless kiss. Your arms slid over his shoulders, pulling yourself up into him as his hands slid down your back side, over the curve of your ass to grab you under your thighs and lift you up. Your legs wrapped tightly around him as he placed you on your small bed. You didn't release him, even when he set you down, pulling him with you instead, nor did his mouth give you more than an inch of space as he drifted from your lips to your jaw. Your fingers curled deep into his hair, pulling gently as his mouth wandered.

"I promise, I'll never let you get hurt again, Val. I'll protect you," he said after a deep breath when he finally had to pull away.

You stroked his cheek with your thumb and shook your head at him. "You can't protect me as long as you live this life."

"Don't you believe in me?" He wondered desperately, clearly oblivious to how difficult it would be to ever believe him again.

"It doesn't matter, Tae. I can't be safe unless I leave it behind." The pain and fear of losing you were so clear in his eyes, and it almost made you doubt. "Let's run away," you suggested. Maybe there was a life for Val and Tae, somewhere far away.

But you could read the conflict in his eyes so easily. His first reaction was not an affirmative one, and that was all you needed to know.

"This is my life, my family," he hesitated.

You smiled in spite of yourself and shook your head the tiniest bit. "I know. I was just thinking out loud."

"I want you to be a part of my life, too," he insisted.

You brought Taehyung's mouth back to yours. "Let's not talk," you mumbled before licking your tongue across his lips. He parted them and pushed his own wet muscle back against yours. Urgently, your hands reached between your bodies to undo the buttons on Taehyung's shirt. Ignoring your own trembling, you unbuckled his belt and he pulled away to finish removing his clothes for you. He'd never undressed so quickly in his life, afraid that if he wasted a second the moment would disappear. He pulled at your shorts without bothering with the button and dragged them off your legs along with your panties. His knees sank into the bed as he scooped you up in his arms and you ripped off your low cut top as you sat astride his thighs.

You spat in your palm before taking his long cock in your hand. He was already getting so hard for you, and it only took a few strokes from you to get him all the way there. You lifted up to press his tip to your core.

"I don't wanna hurt you," he said with his hands on your hips, holding you back.

"Just need you inside of me." You pushed yourself down onto his cock, muffling your cry with his mouth as you sank deeper.

Taehyung held you close as you bounced yourself on top of him, arching your back to get just the right angle. His mouth explored your collarbones and nipped at your breasts while you whimpered for him.

He felt himself getting close, but he wasn't ready for it to end yet. He laid you down on your back so he could be in control. Using your slick he rubbed his fingers over your neglected clit, making you squirm beneath him as he hovered over you, leaning on one arm.

"That's my pretty girl. You look so fucking beautiful like this, baby," he murmured as he looked down on you in the weak light streaming in your window from the street lights outside. Even in the darkness he tried to memorize your features.

"More," you whined for him and pulled his hips back down toward yours. You needed him filling you up and covering your skin with his. You needed more heat, more friction, anything to keep you from thinking. Taehyung pushed back into you. Your walls hugged tightly around him as he set a slow pace, giving you longer, deeper thrusts. He lowered himself to his elbow to be closer to you and brushed your hair away from your face.

"I love you, baby. I love you. I love you." He chanted when he buried his head in your neck. You couldn't respond, so you just held desperately to his back and let him fuck you slowly, trying hard not to think of how you were sure you were in love with him before tonight, because it would only break your heart.

"Need you to come for me," he begged, and you slid your hand between you to rub your clit again, giving in to what he wanted one last time. As he felt your walls tighten around him he sped up his pace in order to reach his high when you met yours. You focused on the tension in your core and nothing else until your orgasm rumbled through your whole body.

"Mm, fuck, baby," Tae whined just before he painted your walls. He slowed until he was completely still, but he was afraid to pull away from you, afraid this was the last time he would be inside of you. So he kept close and peppered your face with kisses and apologies.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry," he repeated. "I promise I'll make it right. Stay. Stay with me," he begged. Only when you mumbled an agreement did he finally move from between your legs to lay behind you. For a moment he traced a finger along one of the scars on your back that he'd never really seen before, that you refused to tell him about, and they served as an excuse not to feel guilty for lying when you told him you'd stay.

After a minute Taegyung wrapped his arms around you, catching you in the vice he always did when you slept together. You never had the heart to tell him how you hated it, how you felt trapped and sometimes even a little scared. You waited until you could hear his gentle snores and let a few more minutes pass to make sure he was really asleep before you wriggled yourself out of his hold. When he became a little restless you slipped the large teddy bear plushie he had won for you at Santa Monica Pier on your very first date. Then you slipped away to the bathroom.

With the hot water running down your back you final let it in: the crippling terror of everything that happened that night and everything it meant. You relived every moment, from being grabbed in the alley to shooting Zhang in the warehouse to the moment you heard Joaquin's voice again. The idea you had possibly invited that man back into your life, and all because the man in your bed hadn't been honest with you, filled you with the worst kind of fear. You let your tears fall as other images came back to you. Older, more violent memories you had been trying to suppress surfaced and all you could do was try to hold in any sounds of your pain.

You couldn't seem to escape until the hot water ran out. The cold stream shocked your system back into the present moment and you cursed yourself as you tried to quickly wash your hair in the icy water. You shut off the water and quickly wrap a towel around you to calm the goosebumps flared across your skin, using another one to get as much water out of your hair as possible before you threw it up into a bun atop your head.

You headed back to the living room, thankful that Taehyung had always been a heavy sleeper. It was virtually impossible to wake him until he wanted to wake up. That and your practiced light-footedness made it possible for you to move around the room without him ever stirring. You grabbed every dollar you had saved, packed all the clothing you could into a large duffle bag and left the rest, including the teddy bear caught between Taehyung's arms where you should be. It wasn't like you could take it with you anyway. Let it be there to remind him of the innocence you once shared, even if it was only a fantasy. He deserved better, at least a proper goodbye even if there was nothing he could say to convince you to stay, but instead you left without so much as a kiss before you could regret your decision. It was the only one you felt you could make.

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