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flevrry · 1 year
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jungkook: ladies, gentlemen, non-binary friends. we've all heard of hot girl summer, but what about a cute boy winter?
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taehyung, with sweater paws, waving: hi~!!!
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logophile-teen · 1 year
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HAPPY V DAY!💜
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A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR TAE TAE🥺💜💜
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basketofverbiage · 2 years
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Skeletons in the Closet pt 2
Woo! Here’s part 2! It took ages bc I got COVID. :( Anyway, the only trigger I can think of is that Tae has a moment in the hospital. Enjoy!
Yoongi stepped out of the studio at 8:30 pm, exhausted from the length of the day but so excited to go home to Taehyung. He had the best news: his album was finally finished, and the company had given him a solid week off to rest up before his debut preparations exploded into a rush of MV filming, content creation, photo shoots for the album, interviews, and performances. He was exhausted from the many hours he’d spent re-recording tracks and trying to convince the higher ups at the company that his songs needed the profanity he’d originally included. Taehyung had heard every single song as he’d written it and potentially was more excited about its impending release than Yoongi had been. Yoongi knew that Taehyung would always be his biggest fan, and that was the reason for one tiny secret that Yoongi had kept pressed to his chest. It was currently pressed there literally, in a tiny velvet box inside the breast pocket of his leather jacket. Yoongi had gotten an impressive bonus upon signing with the label, certainly enough to get their bills caught up and leaving them with a little padding for a while. What Taehyung hadn’t known is that it was also enough for Yoongi to pay off the diamond engagement ring in his pocket too. Yoongi had written one final track that Taehyung had not heard yet, just for Taehyung, and it was the closing track to the album—the closing words “Marry me?” in Yoongi’s gruff heartfelt baritone.
Every time things had gotten difficult, Yoongi would reach into his pocket and watch the light glint from the shiny string of diamonds across the top of the white gold band and remember the man waiting for him at home. Taehyung made every aspect of his life better, and he encouraged him to take a chance on himself. His omega was gorgeous and gentle and nurturing, but he was also strong and fierce and loved Yoongi in a way he’d never experienced before. Taehyung had always soothed his alpha in ways that he’d never have the words to declare to the world. So now, with the greatest news that he could have until proposing, he jumped on his bike and sped toward their home.
He arrived quickly and got lucky with an elevator actually awaiting him in the lobby when he walked in. Within a few minutes, Yoongi was unlocking his door and calling into the space from the doorway.
“Tulip, are you here? I’m home.”
He paused to slide out of his boots and into the pair of Kumamon slippers that Taehyung had gotten him for Christmas. He hadn’t heard him call back, so maybe he was back in their bedroom and didn’t hear him.
“Taehyungie?”
His own voice echoed slightly back to him as he peeped into their bathroom, and then their bedroom. Yoongi was starting to get concerned, as the café Taehyung had been working at closed at 7, and it was inching towards 9 pm. He should have been home by now, and with as sick as he’d been lately, Yoongi’s alpha was raging inside his chest for their omega. They had always shared their locations with each other as their schedules usually didn’t align well and it kept Yoongi from losing his cool when his ruts were approaching. It only took him a moment to pull up the tracker they favored, and he was a little surprised to see it show the tiny blinking purple heart that he’d chosen to represent Taehyung blinking around at the Assassination Records building. Yoongi chuckled to himself at the thought of Taehyung showing up the building he’d just left, so he called to let him know he’d gotten out of the building before 2 am for the first time in months. The unease Yoongi started to feel when his call went straight to Taehyung’s voicemail left him unsure what to do. Taehyung hated it when he hovered, overbearing and posturing, for no good reason so he tried not to usually. But, fuck…something felt like it was very wrong.
There’s probably a good explanation for this, Yoongi thought to himself as he pulled his boots back on and headed back downstairs. His motorcycle was sitting in their designated spot, with moonlight glinting off the chrome, as he climbed on and revved the engine back to life. He took every shortcut he could think of to get back to the building where he hoped that Taehyung had come by to bring dinner and his phone had died. The battery hadn’t been holding up well lately, but Taehyung had put off buying a new model until it stopped working altogether. He blasted through the front doors of the building, taking deep breaths as he followed the tracker into a room off to the side facing the elevator that no one really used. To Yoongi’s utter horror, there were a few drops of blood on the floor and Taehyung’s cell phone in the garbage. It had been smashed to bits, but the blood stopped Yoongi in his tracks. What had happened here?
Yoongi bypassed the elevator and jetted up the stairs to the third floor where his studio was housed, begging the Moon Goddess to let him find Taehyung up there. No one was in his studio, the only light shining from under the door of Namjoon’s studio. Namjoon was a force to be reckoned with as the only omega producer in the company, but the man had musical genius dripping out of his pores. He’d been Yoongi’s primary producer helping him with his album, and he’d met Taehyung a few times, so Yoongi knocked on the door hard until Namjoon answered.
“Have you seen Taehyung?” Yoongi burst out as soon as Namjoon opened the door.
His eyes were round with surprise when he said, “No, hyung. He’s not been here. What’s up?”
“Fuck. I can’t find him; he wasn’t at home. But I found his phone smashed to bits in a room downstairs that had blood on the floor.”
“Shit, hyung! Maybe you should go back home. Maybe you just missed each other,” Namjoon replied. “I’ll call you right away if he shows up though. I’ll be here a few more hours to wrap up some songs for my mixtape.”
Yoongi’s alpha was on the war path at this point, and it was taking everything in him to not be out for blood. But Namjoon was right. Maybe Taehyung’s phone was broken in a freak accident or something and he’d gone back home after not finding Yoongi in his studio. Yoongi said goodbye to Namjoon and then headed back out to his bike to head home.
The trip home, 15 minutes at most, felt like it had taken years with the volume of worry that Yoongi had. He waited impatiently for the elevator, then shoved his way past a group of people heading to the floor above his to run down the hall to their flat. Yoongi didn’t bother to take off his boots when he got through the door, heading straight toward the kitchen. Taehyung and he had bought some silly magnetic notepads to write sappy notes to one another when their schedules got crazy, so Yoongi beelined for them to see if there was a note from his love. But goddess knew he wasn’t prepared for the note he found.
The note Taehyung had left was written in obvious duress. Taehyung’s normally flowy handwriting was jerky at best and there were tear stains all over the page, blurring the ink. Yoongi honestly had to read it twice to comprehend that Taehyung had left. The only family Taehyung really had left was his elder brother, so that had to have been where he’d gone. Honestly, most of his belongings were still in the apartment they had shared. He’d left all of his sewing projects scattered across the armchair in their bedroom, his most prized possession—his sewing machine—sitting where he’d left it on the desk in their room. Yoongi barely gave half a thought before calling Seokjin. Seokjin barely got hello out before Yoongi interrupted.
“Where’s Taehyung?” he growled into the phone.
“Yoongi, he’s not here. Is he not there with you?” Seokjin replied, far too calm for Yoongi’s liking.
“What the fuck, Seokjin? Do you think I’d ring you up to ask that if he was here? All I have are his smashed cellphone from a trash bin at the office and a shaky note saying he was leaving. He must be with you! I need to talk to him. Put him on the phone.”
Yoongi barely suppressed the howl of frustration bubbling up his throat when Seokjin replied to him. “I don’t know what to tell you, Yoongi. He’s not here. But if he left, maybe he had a damn good reason.”
The called ended abruptly and it took Yoongi more than a minute to realized he’d been the one to disconnect it. He stared at his phone screen and the note Taehyung had written, now wadded into a tight ball in his palm. Just this morning, he’d kissed Taehyung. He’d said he loved him.
And Taehyung. He’d said, “Go to work, Yeobo. I’ll be okay, I promise. I’m seeing my doctor this morning and working a half shift this afternoon. I love you more than life. Go make your dreams come true.”
He’d promised to let him know what the doctor said. Taehyung, his Tulip, had promised him. And he never broke a promise.
At that thought, something began shattering inside Yoongi. Yoongi didn’t remember locking their apartment door. He honestly didn’t remember riding the elevator down to the lobby. He didn’t remember getting on his motorcycle, the same one on which he’d driven Taehyung back to his dorm on the night they met, when Yoongi met his soulmate. He never made the conscious decision that he needed to drive to Busan, but he came back to himself at just before 1 in the morning when he was slamming his fists against the door to Seokjin’s house.
Seokjin answered the door in nothing but a wrinkled pair of sweats and a pinched look on his face. “What are you doing here, Yoongi? I told you he’s not here,” he sighed after throwing open the door.
“Where is my fiancé. Where the fuck is he, Seokjin?! You know he’s my soulmate. I need him,” Yoongi snarled, trying to press past Seokjin into the dimly lit house.
Seokjin was like a brick wall; the other alpha didn’t have a hope of getting past him. He honestly barely exerted any effort shoving Yoongi out of the doorway, reaching to pull the door solidly closed behind him. Yoongi rushed back at him, and when Seokjin held him back, he started screaming.
“Taehyung! Taehyung, I know you’re here! Tulip, please. I need you, I NEED YOU! TAEHYUNG!”
 Taehyung had gone to bed, sobbing. He hadn’t been able to bear the thought of sleeping alone without Yoongi by his side. He missed the scent of forest all around him in their bed, the scent bleeding protection and alpha into his very bones. When he’d tried to force himself to lie down on the scentless bed in the spare bedroom, he’d thrown himself into a panic attack so strong that he vomited up the 4 bites of dinner he’d been able to force down his own throat. Hoseok, a nurse at a local children’s hospital, had known that was terrible for the pup growing slowly inside Taehyung. He’d held back Taehyung’s overgrown curly hair while he’d hurled viciously into the toilet, then wiped his face and neck and chest with an ice-cold washcloth to cool him down before letting him take timid sips of water. Hoseok had hugged him tight and let him sob the rest of the panic attack into his chest, the mild spearmint scent of the beta soothing his nausea and the panic he couldn’t seem to tamp down. When Taehyung had finally settled down, Hoseok had gently taken his hand and guided him down the hall and encouraged him to lay down in the middle of the bed he shared with Seokjin before climbing in beside him and pulling him into his chest again.
“I know this is so hard for you, TaeBear. I can’t imagine someone forcing me away from Seokjin. But it’s going to be okay. We’ll take care of you, and we will spoil the ever-loving hell out of your pup,” Hoseok had whispered into Taehyung’s hair as he ran gentle hands up and down his back until Seokjin joined them in bed and wrapped around him from the back.
Taehyung dozed off into a fitful sleep until he woke up to a sound he loved, but hated too in that moment. Yoongi’s motorcycle is a sound Taehyung could never forget the sound of—and loved so much normally—but it wrecked him now as he shook Hoseok awake.
“Yoongi’s here,” he whimpered, tears trickling down his cheeks. “He’s got to go. They’ll hurt our pup, hyung, please.”
Hoseok jerked into action at that and smacked his palm into Seokjin’s chest. “The fuck, Seokie?” Seokjin mumbled as he sat up.
“Yoongi’s here. His motorcycle woke Tae,” Hoseok whispered.
Seokjin saw his baby brother trembling with fear, one hand across his mouth to stop the whimpers that were attempting to blast out of his chest, the other pressed to his stomach where his unborn pup lay. Seokjin jerked out of bed at that, the scent of his brother’s fear and agony flooding the room. That was enough to push the alpha into action. He left the bedroom, pausing in the laundry room to strip off the clothes he’d had on when he’d been lying pressed against his brother, and slid into a pair of scentless sweats he pulled out of the dryer. Honestly, he thought they were Hoseok’s because they weren’t quite long enough for him, but they’d do. He needed to rid himself of Taehyung’s scent before facing off with Yoongi. Seokjin had just gotten the pants pulled up fully when the banging at the door started. He marched to the door and took a deep breath before moving to handle the issue. Seokjin had always respected Yoongi, one alpha to another, and normally would trust his brother with him. This scenario was just so incredibly fucked up; if Taehyung wanted him to send Yoongi away, Seokjin would shove him back on his bike and force him back to Seoul if necessary.
 Meanwhile, Taehyung laid in bed with his brother-in-law, shaking with the effort of staying in the bed and not making any sounds. He and Yoongi hadn’t mated in the physical sense, and he didn’t have Yoongi’s teeth marks scored into his flesh, but Taehyung’s omega was screaming for their mate. The sound of Yoongi’s voice screaming his name was nearly more than he could handle. He had started to whine against his own best interest, and he felt a scream coming up his throat, so he crammed his own forearm into his mouth and bit down so that the wail wouldn’t pry its way out of his lips and leaned into Hoseok’s embrace as much as he could. After an eternity, that was truly only 5 minutes, Yoongi’s desperate yells and pleads stopped ringing out; 10 minutes after he stopped screaming, Taehyung heard the bike rev and gravel crunch, followed by the screech of the tires spinning on pavement, as his mate left him there.
By this point, Taehyung was inconsolable. He was borderline hysterical, just crying and wailing against Hoseok’s chest, “My alpha, I need my alpha. Bring him back.” He was howling between the words as his omega pushed to the forefront of his mind and barely even registered his brother coming back in and climbing into the bed. Seokjin pulled Taehyung into his lap like he’d done when he was small and rocked him back and forth, apologizing and consoling the omega as much as he could. He wasn’t the alpha being begged for, but hopefully his scent and gentle purring would be able to sooth him long enough to get some sleep. It took a while, but eventually the pregnant omega settled enough to fall asleep in Seokjin’s arms.
“What are we gonna do, Jinnie?” Hoseok whispered frantically. “This whole situation is so fucked up.”
Seokjin shifted slightly to lay his unconscious brother into the bed between them. He leaned over and pressed his forehead to Hoseok’s own gently before murmuring back, “We take care of Tae and protect the pup. We’d talked about joining a pack, but maybe this means we have to make our own.”
 Taehyung woke up the next morning to his head pounding. His consecutive panic attacks from the evening before had wrung all the energy out of his body and he’d cried so much he knew he had to have been dehydrated. He had woken up alone in his brother’s bed, surrounded by Hoseok’s subtle spearmint and Seokjin’s sweet buttercream scent. Their combined scents were soothing in a weird way and made Taehyung think of these buttery mint candies that his grandmother had made when he was a pup for events in their home pack. He took a few more moments to lay there and stare at the ceiling before his full bladder forced him out of bed. Instead of using the bathroom connected to their bedroom, he wandered into the hall to use the guest bathroom. In the light of the bathroom, he caught sight of the dark bruise on his forearm where he’d bit down to try and keep Yoongi from hearing him. After using the restroom and washing up a little bit, he wandered out into the living room to find out where the rest of his family was. He found Hoseok curled up on the sofa with a cup of coffee, giggling at something Seokjin had called out to him from the kitchen. Seokjin gestured to Taehyung with the spatula he’d been using to flip the toasted sandwich he was making.
“I saw you looking at my husband’s coffee. Don’t you even think about it,” Seokjin said with a flourish of scowled eyebrows and loud proclamations. “Caffeine is bad for pups.”
“I know, hyung. I don’t even like coffee. I usually have tea,” Taehyung mumbled.
Hoseok giggled again at Seokjin’s actions before patting the sofa seat beside him. “Come cuddle with me, TaeBear, since someone else won’t.”
“YAH!” Seokjin yelled as he flipped the sandwich onto a plate. “I’m feeding your ungrateful ass, so zip it!”
Taehyung smiled softly at their playful bickering even as he tucked himself into Hoseok’s arms. He thought fondly back to when they’d first gotten together. Seokjin had been in culinary school, and for his business management course, he’d been assigned to work for the semester in any restaurant of his choosing. Seokjin had thought vastly outside the box and did his semester of work in a hospital cafeteria, wrapping stale sandwiches in green and pink cellophane and making terrible coffee. It had been an interesting take on a restaurant born of necessity, and he’d met a beautiful boy with gentle hands and a cordiform smile. He’d walked out of that semester with the only A in his class and the man of his dreams in his arms. Taehyung had felt comfortable with Hoseok from the moment they’d met; Hoseok had always felt like hearth and home to both Kim brothers.
They were quiet during breakfast as Taehyung took tiny sips of peppermint tea. When Seokjin had cracked the egg to make Taehyung’s sandwich, the smell of the egg frying triggered Taehyung’s morning sickness so hard that he hadn’t been able to make it to the bathroom. He’d opened the back door behind Seokjin and puked into the bushes in their tiny back yard while Hoseok and Seokjin frantically aired the smell out of the kitchen. They’d tried to apologize, but Taehyung knew that morning sickness and hypersensitivity to smells would just be his life for the next little while. He knew it would be worth it to hold his pup in his arms, so he wouldn’t complain about it.
“Taehyungie, you and I have a few places to go this morning. Get dressed after you finish your tea,” Hoseok said gently. “We’re going to go get you some more outfits, a pair of shoes you can work in at hyung’s café and get you set up with a bank account since you’ll need it for direct deposit.”
 Yoongi woke up disoriented and angry. He’d struggled to deal with Taehyung’s absence in the apartment and Seokjin’s whispered words ricocheting around his head.
“Yoongi, stop being selfish this instant. My mate is inside that house and I am not letting you near Seokie acting like this! Taehyung is his own man and is an adult. We both know he loves you, so don’t you think if he left, he’d have a damn good reason to? Did you even stop to think that maybe he had to do what was best for the both of you, no matter how much it hurts?”
And Seokjin was right. Taehyung wouldn’t have left without reason. Yoongi was logical enough to know that Taehyung must have made the decision under a substantial amount of duress, but he just couldn’t figure out why. He felt like he was working a jigsaw puzzle that had half the pieces missing. He just kept hoping and praying that Taehyung would change his mind and come home. It had been so difficult to sleep in their empty bed the night before that Yoongi had stripped down to his boxers and wrapped Taehyung’s satin dressing gown around his body, pulling Taehyung’s pillow from his side of the bed to sleep in the floor. Yoongi had slept the entire night curled up in a tiny ball on the carpet beside Taehyung’s side of the bed. He was still laying there when his phone rang from somewhere above his head. Hoping against hope that it might be Taehyung, he scrambled up and snatched it from the charger only to be smashed in the face by the disappointment of it being his manager calling.
"Hello?” Yoongi growled into the phone.
“Yoongi, I know you were supposed to be off this week, but something has come up and we need you to come down to the studio. There’s a problem with one of the tracks for your album.”
Yoongi stood there stunned for a few minutes before saying he’d come down in a bit. He pulled on the jeans from the day before, but stared into the closet to find a new shirt to wear. The closet they’d shared was still full of Taehyung’s things. It honestly looked like he’d left everything behind. Yoongi’s chest clenched as he once again couldn’t tamp down the thought that something was seriously wrong. He didn’t want to be anywhere Taehyung wasn’t, and his alpha was howling like it was mortally wounded in his chest. Yoongi lifted one hand and rubbed his sternum as hard as he could.
“He’s going to come back,” he whispered to the alpha inside him as he pulled Taehyung’s favorite silk button down shirt on before walking out the door.
Yoongi didn’t remember much about the drive into the office. He’d been lost in his own thoughts, trying to figure out what might have happened and where Taehyung had gone while he zipped his motorcycle through traffic. He parked it in his designated spot without much thought before catching the lift to the main office from the underground parking deck, nose tucked into the collar of Taehyung’s shirt as he walked in to find Namjoon and Jiwoon nearly coming to blows in the main lobby of the building in front of the reception desk.
“You’re just a manager, Jiwoon! You don’t have the right to fucking mettle in the producer’s computers!” Namjoon yelled, his usually subtle leather scent spiking into a suffocating chemical fire in his rage.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to, omega. You shouldn’t even be here! Go back to the fucking kitchen where you belong,” Jiwoon sneered back.
Yoongi had been willing to watch them battle it out until Jiwoon had insulted omegas. The ache that his own omega was missing had him snarling and stepping in front of Namjoon.
“That’s enough. Just because you are my manager doesn’t mean I won’t deck you right here for saying shit like that about omegas. Namjoon is the best producer in this building, and you know it,” Yoongi rumbled, pushing Jiwoon back a step before glancing back to look at Namjoon. “What’s going on here, Joon-ah?”
Namjoon was obviously stressed and angry, having lifted both hands to tug on his own hair. “That slimeball you call a manager broke into my fucking studio and deleted the last track for your album. Said it wasn’t hard enough for a rapper to include on his album.”
Yoongi’s head whipped back to Jiwoon, eyes narrowing as some puzzle pieces he’d been missing slipped into place. “What the fuck did you do, Jiwoon?”
The leash he’d held on his rage must have slipped a little because Jiwoon had begun backing away from Yoongi, but had run out of space behind him as his back thudded against the wall. Only a few seconds passed before Yoongi had him pinned against the wall.
“The fuck did you do, Jiwoon? What did you do to Taehyung?” he snarled right into the weaker alpha’s face.
“Nothing. I didn’t do anything do him,” Jiwoon rushed to say.
“I found his phone down here in that side room, smashed and blood in the floor. If you harmed a single hair on his head, it will be the last thing you do.”
Yoongi hadn’t even realized he’d balled up his fist to start in on Jiwoon until Namjoon grabbed it and tugged, trying to get him to back off.
“Hyung, let’s go to your studio for a few minutes. I think we all need to cool off,” Namjoon was saying as he tugged him back.
“I meant what I said, Jiwoon. If you touched him and I find out about it, I’ll rip your arms off and beat your face in with them,” Yoongi threatened again before following Namjoon back to the elevators.
Namjoon kept his hands on Yoongi’s arm the entire trip up to the floor housing their studios, then tugged Yoongi towards his own studio. He spent a moment resetting the passcode before opening the door and shoving Yoongi inside. Yoongi was too agitated to sit, so he stalked around the studio, from wall to wall and back again, in front of the door as Namjoon sat in his computer chair.
“So, you weren’t able to find Taehyungie?” Namjoon asked softly.
“No. But I think his elder brother is hiding him somewhere. I drove to his house last night and something about the way he reacted to me makes me think he knows more than he’s saying. But, fuck, Joon-ah…Jiwoon is giving me bad vibes.”
Namjoon was quiet for a moment before looking into Yoongi’s eyes. “I hate to say it, but I kind of agree with you. You know that guy I’ve been dating, Chanyeol?”
Yoongi nodded. “What about him?”
“Well, Yeolie is on the security team here. I called him this morning about how Jiwoon was sneaking around and he’s going to try to pull the security cameras from the lobby yesterday. He said that there’s one that faces toward that room you found Taehyungie’s phone in. If we find something bad, we’ll end him. Our CEO is a good man and won’t tolerate any bullshit. Yeolie is supposed to call me as soon as he looks over all the tapes. In the meantime, Jiwoon might have deleted the copy of your song from my computer, but you know I always have like three other copies of all my work.”
Namjoon’s words helped to give his alpha something to chew on for the time being. He’d keep trying to find Taehyung, but in the meantime, he might be able to sort out what had caused him to run to begin with.
 Taehyung and Hoseok had gone through a few shops already, but Taehyung was super hesitant to allow a large sum of money to be spent on clothing he wouldn’t fit into in a few months when his abdomen blossomed to make room for his growing pup. He could tell that Hoseok was beginning to be a bit frustrated that he wouldn’t choose things, but he just didn’t know how to express the things going on his head. Taehyung had honestly thought that the headache he woke up with would get better after he’d had some water, but it just seemed like it had been getting worse in the bright fluorescent lighting of the mall they’d come to. Hoseok was chatting away with the girl in the shop they’d come in while Taehyung pretended to look through a rack of pajamas in the corner.
“Taehyungie, this lovely lady just let me know that they are having a sale. Everything in the shop is buy one, get one free. Isn’t that amazing? You can get twice the things for the same price,” Hoseok called as he approached him.
Taehyung rubbed his hand across his eyes before replying, “That’s great, Hobi-hyung.”
Taehyung held up a plaid pajama set to see if it might be tall enough to fit him, when he suddenly began seeing spots in his vision. Before he could say anything to alert Hoseok to how he was feeling, everything started to go black, and Taehyung felt his knees buckle.
“Tae!” Hoseok cried out, catching him before he hit the ground.
The panic in Hoseok’s voice was the last thing to register before Taehyung was completely unconscious.
 The first thing he was aware of as he began to come to was the feel of something annoying in his nose. Taehyung tried to lift his hand to knock whatever it was loose, and that’s when he realized that someone was holding his hand and that there was something slightly sharp poking the inside of his elbow. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit, trying to remember what had happened before he slowly opened his eyes.
“Taehyung!” Seokjin exclaimed. “Oh, thank the goddess!”
“Jin-hyung? What happened?” he croaked out.
“You passed out on Hoseokie while you were shopping for some clothes. How are you feeling?”
“Weird. And my head is still throbbing. Can I have some water?”
In lieu of a response, Seokjin helped Taehyung to sit up a bit and take small, slow sips of water from a pitcher on the hospital’s bedside table. Just the action of sipping the water made Taehyung feel exhausted in a way he hadn’t felt before.
“Jin-hyung, what’s wrong with me? Is my pup okay?” Taehyung whispered fearfully, squeezing Seokjin’s hand.
“I don’t know for sure, TaeBear. I just know that when I got here, Hoseokie was helping them draw several vials of blood for testing while they were doing an ultrasound, but no one has said anything yet. Hoseokie works at this hospital, so they are letting him help to a certain extent in small ways. He’s currently somewhere bullying the lab into speeding up the blood tests.”
Taehyung giggled a little at the thought of his sweet brother-in-law bullying anyone. He still felt so exhausted from all the stress of the past day and a half, so he closed his eyes for a moment with the intention of just resting them. He woke up 45 minutes later when he heard Hoseok laughing a little in the hallway, his loud cackle jarring him out of the strange dream he’d been having about Yoongi. He slid his eyes open in time to watch Hoseok press a soft kiss to Seokjin’s forehead before greeting a female alpha who’d entered his room holding a clipboard.
“It’s good to see you awake, Taehyung-ssi. My name is Dr. Song, and I’ll be your physician for today. You gave our best nurse, Hoseokie, quite the shock today,” she said as she adjusted the oxygen canula that he’d tugged to the side in his sleep to fit more firmly in his nostrils. “We’ve gotten the results of your tests and I wanted to speak with you for a moment. Now, Hoseokie didn’t give me any details about what’s going on, and I don’t really need them if you don’t want to share them, but he told me that you just found out about the pregnancy yesterday and that the alpha father of your pup can’t be near you during this time.”
“Yeah, he’s right,” Taehyung replied.
“Well, seeing as this is your first pregnancy, I want to go over some things that are completely necessary in order to keep both you and your pup safe until you can see an OB/GYN in the area. I’ll make a referral for you, so you won’t have to scramble to find someone, okay?” Once Taehyung nodded his understanding, Dr. Song continued from where she had perched lightly on the side of his bed. “Now, I’m so sorry to break this news to you, Taehyung-ssi. But pregnant omegas have difficulty maintaining their hormone levels. Your body is so zoned in on the pup you are carrying that it won’t function properly to make the things you need. Your inner omega can only see the pup inside you, and it will sacrifice your health for the sake of the pup’s. In a normal situation, where the omega is mated, their mate takes the responsibility for keeping them healthy and scenting them often. At the bare minimum, you will need to be scented by an alpha twice a day, since the pup’s biological father is an alpha, and the alpha will need to be someone you aren’t related to. Your body won’t react the same way to your alpha brother as it would the scent of an alpha outside your family pack. The IV you are hooked to is an artificial hormone source that will work for the time being, but you will have to find an alpha willing to step in and scent you regularly. If you can’t, you’ll continue to vomit more than you should and have more fainting spells. Eventually, the lack of hormones that should be triggered by scenting will begin to affect your unborn pup, and I won’t be able to guarantee their survival. This is imperative, okay?”
Taehyung sat shocked at this. Omegas weren’t taught anything about their own bodies in the sub-gender education system in their home province, and he’d never thought to investigate it further. Just as Taehyung was beginning to despair at the thought of approaching some random alpha, his brother spoke up.
“I think I know an alpha that will help. He is working at my café while in college, and he helped a pregnant classmate last year when her alpha died in an accident. I’ll call him and see if he can come to the house for dinner tonight,” Seokjin murmured.
“In that case, you will be free to go home as soon as the IV bag you are connected to empties. You’ve taken in half of it already, so I think you’ll be able to be discharged in a couple hours,” Dr. Song said before bowing to them politely and leaving the room.
They sat there in silence for a few moments before Taehyung started to cry. “I don’t want just some alpha. I want MY alpha, hyung.”
“I know you do, Baby Bear. But is it safe for you to go back to him right now?” Seokjin whispered back.
“No. But the thought of being scented by someone besides Yoongi or you makes me want to die."
"Don’t talk like that, Kim Taehyung,” Hoseok broke in. “If hyung is talking about who I think he is, you’ll love him. Jungkook is unlike any alpha I’ve ever known. And he’ll be good to you. Just give him a chance, TaeBear. He’s a good man, I promise.”
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alisontk · 1 year
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Cheekies taetaeh 😘💜
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stkoor · 1 year
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tae baby bear
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wonpiris · 3 months
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"while i may not always operate at a rapid pace, there's a steadfast and unyielding resilience within me." (w korea, 2023)
to our precious darling winter bear, happy birthday! stay safe, healthy, and happy on your very special day 💖 BORAHAE!! 💜 (951230) [in the soop cr. 0613data]
bonus: when a 🐻 becomes a 🐯
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loveroftime · 6 days
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Yall every time I update the countdown for them coming home, I wish time would speed up 😭😭 I miss them
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jeonqkooks · 11 months
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is yoongi wrecking my shit so much that i'm dropping everything to work on the yoongi series that i should've written ages ago? yes. yes, he is.
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hvseoks · 25 days
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joonsproperty · 3 days
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can you please write a fic where taehyung fingers the oc and she squirts? just so in love with his hands
taehyung x fem!reader (nsfw)
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authors note: thanks for the request my taebear!
tw: fingering, squirting, pussy slap, praise, degrading, dom!tae ?, p*ssy eating, language, what else ?
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He had you bent over the kitchen counter, his hands running all over your hips and the back of your thighs.
You thought this was going to be a little foreplay. But you were wrong. He was so intimate with you, but so stern.
He trailed his nails along your hips making you moan. You held onto the counter for support, unsure if your knees would weaken or not.
"Tell me what you want love." He spoke teasingly. You feel his hands grope your ass, slowly pushing you to your limit.
You mutter, "your hands-"
"Mh, what did you say? You're going to have to speak up for me." He was trying to humiliate you. It was so obvious.
"Y-your hands." You speak clearly, not too loud, but loud enough.
He chuckled, "yeah, does my pretty little whore like my fingers?"
You nod, "mh hm."
"Remember what you asked for." He put his hand near your dripping pussy and gave it a slap.
Your body jerked forward, "mmh, Tae!"
"Shh shh, this is what you get-" he stroked his middle finger from your clit, up. He felt his finger soak in your juices. "So wet."
"Taehyung!" You whine. You hated his teasing so much. "Taehyung, please!"
"Didn't I tell you to shut that pretty little mouth?" He pulled your hair back with his other hand.
You moan, "mmh!"
"Slut, liking her hair pulled, huh?" He chuckled as he slipped his fingers into your cunt. You let out a long string of moans.
Your wet cunt filled the room. It was so humiliating, but it felt too good to argue with. Taehyung went rough on purpose, he knew he teased you for long enough.
You scratch the countertop, "ah fuck, Taehyung!"
He pressed his hand on your lower back and continued to finger you; curling and pumping his fingers roughly.
"Fuck, scream my name. Tell me how bad you want it." He kissed your ass cheek, feeling your cunt tighten around his digits.
You whine, "T-taehyung, let me cum!"
"Mmh that's it." He slapped your ass as he went a little faster. He pulled his fingers out to stimulate your clit, just to push them back into you again. "Cum all over my fingers, you love them so much don't you? Such a pretty girl."
"Mmh!" You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned, feeling your orgasm rip through you.
You squirted all over the place, but Teahyung kept his pace on you, not letting up for a second.
Your hips buckled and you were too overstimulated to say shit. Feeling his fingers drive deeper and deeper. It made your eyes roll back.
"Still squirting?" He scoffed, "such a needy pussy you have."
He kneeled down behind you. But you were to dumb fucked to understand what he was doing. He aligned his tongue with your clit and lapped at it gently.
"Too much!" You gasp.
He holds your hips to keep you from moving. He pushed his long tongue inside your pussy and tasted you.
He groaned, "So- good." He gave your clit attention again, pushing the head of his tongue on your puffy clit.
"Taehyung-" you gasp again.
He didn't stop, he continued to eat you out. He sucked on your clit and licked your soaked folds, tasting the essence of your past climax.
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↳ Index [Day 04 - Brat Taming & Pegging]
Pairing: brat!Taehyung x Mistress!Reader
Kinks: sexting, male masturbation, nippleplay, choking, facesitting, hair pulling, buttplugs, rough pegging, multiple orgasms, degradation, cumplay, spanking, multiple positions, mirror sex, tears, dirty talk, loving aftercare
Wordcount: 5.2k
a/n: broo this did things to me. I fucking love bratty!Tae, imma eat that shit up. Enjoy besties, this is so horny 🤎
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Taehyung has been purposefully pushing your buttons the entire day. It started in the middle of the night when he had the audacity to appear as the protagonist in your very own wet dream. Then in the morning when he actually gave you the best head ever, only the pull back when you were ready to cum all over his tongue. You ordered him to finish what he started, but he solely rolled out of bed and left to take a shower. Afterwards he strutted through the apartment naked as he was getting ready to leave for work while you were left feeling desperate for your husband’s mouth.
He even had the audacity to kiss you goodbye as if nothing happened, laughing mischievously as you spanked his ass once as a quick punishment.
His audacity continued throughout the day. Two hours into your shift at work, you received a message from him thanking you for this morning. He thanked you. This little shit thanked you, despite knowing very well that he edged you like crazy. You ignored him and continued your report with a big frown on your face.
You left your phone in the office during lunch time and returned to two more messages from your husband. One picture and one text message. The text told you that he was missing you and thinking of you and the picture was a crotch shot with his big hand cupping his cock over his slacks. It infuriated you so much that you almost left work just to drive to his office and fuck him against the wall. You didn’t in the end, sending him a very sexually angry text instead.
-          You: shut up or I’m blocking you
Taehyung answered you five minutes later.
-          Taebear: I’m not doing anything… you’re overreacting ;)
Oh he infuriated you so much that you then proceeded to make a very angry, whispered voice message, telling him that you hoped that he was ready to get his ass whooped once home.
Taehyung proceeded to send you three laughing emojis and a selca of him with his eyes half-lidded and his big hand accidentally resting around his throat with the caption “I love you too” underneath.
You decided to drop it. Not because you wanted to, but because for the next hour of your shift, your boss was in your office, talking about the report with you. You could barely even concentrate because all you could think about was your husband with his hand around his throat.
Your boss left a few second ago. You reach for your phone as you had heard it vibrate again ten minutes ago. The time showed four pm. One more hour and you can finally go home. There was one new text message from your husband, which you considered ignoring at first, but in the end couldn’t. You may act angry, but deep down you loved this game. He is so good at getting you frustrated.
You regret it the moment you open your chat to a picture of him. Kneeling in front of your bedroom’s tall mirror, he is showing off his butt. The black slacks are stretching right around the plump flesh of it, his back is arched and hidden behind the phone, is his face.
-          Taebear: I’m already home and missing you like crazy.
-          You: Tae seriously what the fuck? I’m at work
You stare at your phone obsessively, waiting for his answer. It doesn't come quickly and so you are already trying to work on your report again when your phone finally vibrates. You open your chat with trembling fingers, almost dropping the phone at the new picture popping up.
This little tease laid out all of your buttplugs on the bed and took a picture of them.
-          Taebear: which one should I use?
You take a deep breath, squeezing your legs together under the table. You are so weak. Both emotionally and physically. You are sitting here in your stupid office while at home your husband is playing with himself. You could scream, kick something, fight the world. You want to be with him!
-          You: you are so unfair. I can’t leave till five…
-          Taebear: I want to use the purple one. What do you think?
You clench your jaw. He doesn’t even care that you are suffering right now. Oh, he is making your blood boil.
-          You: just do whatever, I don’t care.
You don’t hear from him until fifteen minutes later. Judging by the icon, you already know that it is a video and that knowledge makes you want to throw your phone into the bin and set fire to it. If there is one person who knows how to make sexy videos of himself it is your husband. You are so scared to open it. 
In the end your curiosity wins. Now you are sitting locked up in your office’s restroom and opening his video on the lowest volume.
He starts off the video with a moan, already making you want to throw your phone against the wall. You tighten your fingers around it, pressing your thighs together.
“It’s in”, he rasps in a deep voice, “fuck Mistress, I can feel it inside me. It’s so big”, he moans, filming his hand as it runs down his own torso. He lingers on his cock, rubbing it over the fabric of his briefs. He moans again, “look”, he rasps, hooking his fingers in the side of his briefs to pull them aside.
Pause.
You look up, “what the actual fuck is his problem? He's insane. He can’t just send me-” you stop talking, shimmying on the toilet seat like crazy. You look back at your phone, "-ah fuck it."
Play.
The briefs get pulled to the side, revealing his plugged up hole to you. The skin around it glistens in lube. Taehyung traces it with his fingers, filling the audio with soft moans.
“I miss you like crazy, Mistress”, he croaks, pressing down on the plug, “ah Mistress”, he moans loudly and then the video cuts off.
You watch the video a second time and then a third, coming to the conclusion that you will die on this toilet. You can barely even text him back, fingers clammy and shaking like crazy.
-          You: one more word from you and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk for days
-          Taebear: how terrible
-          You: you know what? I’m coming home
-          Taebear: please don’t, I don’t want you to get in trouble ;)
-          You: No. You are in trouble, not me.
-          Taebear: hahahaha
You leave the restroom in big steps, hurrying back to your office to get your stuff.
You can’t stay here any longer, you need him like crazy.
 “Taehyung!” you barge into your apartment, “you little shit, where are you?”
You don’t hear anything from him, which means he is trying to hide from you.
“Answer me. You can’t just tease me the entire day, make me mess up at work and then stay quiet”, you call out, running to your bedroom. You drop your outdoor clothes and bag somewhere along the way, dropping your jewellery and suit jacket as well.
“Tae”, you break through the door.
Taehyung is lying on the bed, presenting his ass to you as he fucks a bigger plug in and out of himself, fingers playing with his nipples as he does. You have a no touching without permission rule if one was wondering. But of course your husband doesn’t care one bit about it.
He lifts his head, moaning brokenly.
“Kim Taehyung, you are the rudest man I have ever met. How dare you sent me such dirty stuff while I’m at work”, you growl, stomping to him, “and now you wanna fuck yourself? What the hell are you doing?”
“I missed you. You took too long. I didn’t want to wait any longer.”
“And that gives you the right to break the rules?”
“Yes. Obviously”, he states nonchalantly, dropping his head again to continue fucking his own ass without a care in the world. He parts his legs more, moaning on top of his lungs, “fuck, I do it so well”, he croaks just to push yet another of your buttons.
“You want to say that again?” you hiss, hurrying to him and taking off your pants and panties as you do.
“I do it so well. Maybe even better than you, Mistress”, he says confidently, moaning deliciously when you spank his ass in punishment. He laughs lazily, lips curling into a dirty smirk, “ouch?” he says, cocky eyes falling on you.
“That was only the beginning.”
Taehyung smirks, “give me your worst then, I dare you.”
“Ohoho, you have no idea what I want to do to you. You have no idea”, you growl, wrapping your hand around his throat to force him to keep looking at you.
Taehyung moans happily, eyes burning in so much desire for you.
You climb on top of him, caging him in between your knees. You force his head to turn, abandoning his throat to grab a bundle of his hair instead.
“Can you see it, Tae? Look at it. Look at what you did to me”, you spit, showing him your dripping pussy.
Taehyung licks his lips, staring at it obsessively.
“You know what you have to do now?”
“Yes”, he says, sticking his tongue out. It may make him look so incredibly needy, but he doesn’t care. He loves eating pussy so much that he would rather be good right now than misbehave.
“Good”, you say, dropping on his mouth to fuck yourself stupid on his tongue.
Taehyung growls, eyes widening from surprise now that you are practically smothering him with your cunt. He struggles for the first few seconds, but finds his rhythm once you pull at his hair and force his head to tilt back, revealing more of his tongue to you.
You moan right with him, enjoying the ride with every fibre in your body. Your pussy is so sensitive. Not only from getting edged this morning, but also from having to suffer through Taehyung’s incredibly hot texts the entire day. Quite frankly, all you want to do is cum. Your husband has got you so riled up that just a few rounds on his face is enough to make your toes curl.
“Fuck”, you press out, staring down at him with fiery eyes, “you’re making me so angry, fuck it’s so good to hear how silent you are now.”
Taehyung growls, frowning up at you with furrowed brows. He abandons the plug inside his ass, gripping your hips painfully. He forces you to lift yourself, gasping for air.
“I edged you on purpose”, he says.
“What?” you hiss, fighting his grip to get back on his face.
“I know you had a wet dream tonight. I heard you moan my name. I edged you on purpose because I fuck you better than any dream me ever could.”
“You’re such a brat fuck”, you slap his hands away, dropping back down on his face, “you’re jealous of a dream? Are you serious?”
Taehyung growls, sucking your clit between his lips before flicking his tongue over it as quickly as possible. This is his answer. Yes he is. He is fucking raging in jealousy and all he wants to do is to make sure that you know he is so much better. Only he can make you feel that way. No dream, just him.
“Fuck”, you croak, knees buckling and hands falling behind you for support, “fucking hell. Urgh.”
Taehyung grips your hips, pinning you down on his face, tongue fucking your clit as if it was its sole purpose. He sucks on her, moans around her, licks her with the flat of his tongue and moans again.
“Yes fuuck”, you moan, scratching down his thighs as you come undone on his tongue. Fucking finally. You are shaking, feeling it burn in every inch of your body, your ears are ringing, your stomach convulses.
Taehyung fucks the air, head dizzy from getting you off so good even if that means his airflow gets cut off. He fucking loves making you cum. Only he can make you shake like that. Only he can do that.
“Fucking hell, yes”, you groan, coming down in a harsh tremble, “let me go.”
Taehyung pins you down on his face stronger.
“Let me go, you brat”, you order, puling at his hair.
Taehyung sucks on your clit, sending shivers through you.
“Let. Go. Now”, you bark, body twitching in overstimulation.
You finally get him off of you by tugging on his hair. His hands slip from you, his lips chase you desperately.
“Don’t ever do that again”, you warn him, climbing off of him, “hear me?”
Taehyung shakes his head, licking his lips clean as he does.
You wrap your hand around his throat, making him gasp from the pressure you apply on his veins. He looks at you with heavy lids, lips pink and swollen from eating pussy.
“I really, really hope for your own safety that you do.”
“And if I don’t?” he challenges.
“Wanna find out, huh?”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself if I do?”
“Fuck, you drive me insane”, you rasp, stealing one rough kiss from him. You break it with a moan, tilting his head up while you are still choking him tightly, “I’m going to let go of your throat now and you are going to follow for once and get on all fours. Understood?”
“Maybe.”
“Understood?” you repeat, cutting off more of his blood flow.
Taehyung moans, “why don’t you find out for yourself and just let go?” he challenges, voice just slightly strained from getting choked so good.
“Fuck, you little brat”, you murmur, releasing his throat.
Taehyung gasps, arching his back. His cock is throbbing, his eyes are glassy. You just know that his head is pounding now that all of the blood is rushing back to it and that he is living for the sensation. After all, you are the only person who knows just all the weakness of him. He loves games of faux anger and the roughness that follows, he loves talking back just so you can push him harder, he fucking loves that shit. And you love it just as much, watching in delight as Taehyung – despite his brattiness – truly gets on all fours.
He arches his back for you, folding his hands in perfect manner.
“There? Is that what you wanted?” he challenges, looking over his shoulder at you.
“Yes. I did”, you say, palming his ass, “that’s a good boy. It’s a shame, I still gotta spank you.”
Smack!
Taehyung moans, throwing his head back in surprise.
Smack! 
“You broke the no touching rule.”
Smack! 
“And acted like a spoiled, little brat the entire day”
Smack!
“That deserves a spanking”, you finish your sentence, landing two harsh spanks on each of his ass cheeks. 
“Fuck”, his voice is breathy, his thighs are tensing, “fuck, Mistress.” 
You watch how his hole clenches around the shaft of the plug. You spank him even harder just so you can watch how he is tensing around the toy, ears filling with sounds of his blissed-out moans. 
“You look like a little slut with your ass all stuffed. Do you know that, brat?”
Taehyung wiggles his hips, arching his back more to reveal himself even better. 
“Of course you do, that’s why you’re doing it”, you say, spanking him repeatedly until Taehyung physically has to flee you, fingers twisting the sheets as he does.
“Sensitive”, he croaks.
“I know, god I know”, you say, running your fingers over his deeply reddened buttocks, “you finally look the part.”
“Fuck me”, he begs quietly.
“What was that?” 
“Fuck. Me”, he hisses, “please.”
“Tch, fine. But only because you asked nicely”, you say, abandoning him to put your gear on.
You decide to go with one of your favourite dildos today, securing it safely on your harness strap-on. You take a bottle of lube with you and return to the bed. 
Taehyung is still kneeling on all fours, waiting for you patiently. 
You laugh, “for such a brat, you can follow commands pretty well if that means you get to be fucked.”
Taehyung stays silent, huffing out air.
“It's adorable really”, you taunt, wrapping your fingers around the base of the plug. You pull it out of him, watching in delight as his hole is fighting you. How greedy. He doesn’t want to give up the toy. Adorable. 
“Fuck, hurry up”, Taehyung stresses.
“One more word and I'll leave this room and you can go fuck yourself”, you hiss, threatening to push the plug back inside with one soft push.
“Okay, okay sorry!” he exclaims, “sorry, I-I'll shut up.”
“Hah”, you chuckle, “so pathetic. You’re such a cockslut Kim Taehyung”, you taunt, finally pulling out the toy and discarding it on the towel by his knees. 
You watch his hole gape for a few seconds before he clenches it. It look so soft and wet, so ready to be fucked by you. You trace it with your fingertips, listening to the soft sigh your husband makes because of it.
“So stretched out already”, you say, pushing two of your digits into his warmth, “shit, you’re so wet.”
Taehyung moans, bucking his hips back in a desperate search for more. The plug was so big and now your fingers are so small in comparison. All he wants is to be stretched again. His tongue is aching to throw a bratty remark at you, but he knows that he shouldn’t. Getting denied your strap is not worth being bratty right now. 
“Please”, so he begs. He begs because he knows you love that shit.
“Please what, brat? Use your words will you?”
“Please, your strap. Please.”
Taehyung feels the blood in his veins boil from how mockingly you laugh at him. Shit, he sounds so weak now that he is begging. Fuck, his cock is hard from getting laughed at.
“Of course you can get my strap. Such a pathetic cockslut”, you taunt, pulling your fingers out of him to instead prepare your strap.
You slather it in a good layer of lube, spreading it in and around his hole as well to make sure he is wet enough. He'll need it, you are going to make sure of that.
“Ready?” you ask, pressing your cockhead against his hole.
“Yeah”, Taehyung moans and arches his back, presenting more of his ass to you. Finally. He is so excited.
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” you tell him, slipping inside slowly.
“It's good”, he sighs, “keep going.”
“That's it, so good. Almost there”, you praise, feeding him the last two inches of your strap, “I'm in. How are you doing?”
“Good. Feels good”, he says and moans softly, wiggling his hips, “oh god that’s so good.”
“Look at you already trying to fuck yourself”, you say, caressing his buttocks as you watch him fuck his own hole on your strap. It looks so well-stretched and relaxed around your girth, glistening in the lube. 
“Move please”, he begs, arching his back for you.
You follow, rolling your hips into him carefully. You want him to be comfortable. All the bratiness in the world and all the acts of faux anger which follow, couldn’t excuse you not taking care of him. Getting something stuck into you can be scary at times and the ass is a tight, little spot to put a whole cock in. You want him to ease into it before you completely annihilate him.
“More”, he begs.
You draw out your movements, making sure that your cock leaves him until the tip before you slip back inside. Taehyung shudders each time that happens, thighs tensing in bliss. 
“So good, feels so good”, he whispers, “fuck, please don’t stop.”
“I'm not planning to. I wanna ruin you, hear me?”
“Please do”, he begs, “please break me. Please.”
“Are you sure? Imma be rough.”
“So sure. Be rough with me, I need it so bad.”
“Fine”, you step closer, “last chance to take it back.”
“Just fuck me like you mean it!” he begs loudly, chasing your cock desperately.
“Trust me, I will.”
You force Taehyung into the mattress face first and with your fingers twisted in his hair. He moans loudly because of it, grabbing the sheets on anticipation.
You land a harsh spank across his ass before finally drilling your cock into him in a punishing rhythm.
Taehyung wails up and gasps repeatedly, trying and failing to flee your harsh fuck.
“Like this? Huh?” you spit.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” he chants, nose scrunched up and toes curling.
“You’re a slut Kim Taehyung”, you growl, twisting his hair tighter, “you’re nothing but a fucking slut. And that’s how I'm gonna fucking treat you."
Taehyung manages to turn his head to the side, exposing his drugged out expression to you. Eyes half-open yet rolled back and swollen lips agape as deep groans are leaving him with each harsh thrust.
“Say that you are. Tell me”, you order, shaking Taehyung’s nimble body with a cruel roll of your hips.
“I’m a slut”, Taehyung croaks, arching his back as much as he can.
“Yes you are. And whose slut are you?”
“Yours”, Taehyung lulls, twisting the sheets when your cock rubs right against his prostate. 
“Exactly”, you let his eyes flit to his eyes in the mirror. He is looking at you with his vision very clearly out of focus, “Kim fucking Taehyung’s my slut”, you growl, pinning him down by his neck.
He keens, breaking eye contact because he couldn’t bear with just how much faux poison you were looking at him.
“Look at me!” you bark, spanking his ass harshly.
“Ah!” Taehyung wails, forcing his eyes open panickedly.
“Better. You should see how pathetic you look when I fuck you”, you growl, watching in delight as Taehyung’s body convulses and his eyes fill with tears. He fucking loves watching himself get fucked. You know that seeing just how rough you are with him, breaks him into a million pieces.
“Now who fucks you that good, slut?” you spit, digging your nails into his neck.
“You! You do.”
“Say my name.”
“___”, Taehyung sobs, pressing his own body further into the mattress just so he can arch his back even more and as a result feel your hard cock even deeper inside of him.
“Exactly. I am. I’m fucking you that good”, you bark and twist Taehyung’s hair until Taehyung has to tilt his head back.
“Aaah”, he yelps, opening his mouth as far as possible. You can watch how he curls his tongue each time your hips meet him harshly. The sound the connection makes is loud and angry. Skin on skin and wet lube, mixing with the croaking of the bedsprings and Taehyung’s measly sobs.
Now, that is how it sounds when your otherwise so collected husband is getting railed into oblivion. Wonderful. You already missed those sounds.
You look back at his face and the slutty, almost crazed, amount of pleasure he carries on it. He is crying, still curling his tongue and yet deep down his features carry immense happiness. 
“It’s me. I’m fucking you that good. Only I can fuck you that way”, you chant, hips ruthless, “you’re mine. You’re my slut. You’re my fucking property. You belong to me”, you bark, spanking Taehyung’s ass so harshly the poor man convulses in surprise.
“Mistress, I’m cumming”, Taehyung wails, almost ripping the sheets.
“Then cum. It’s all you’re good for.”
Taehyung tilts his head back even further, arches his back even more and climaxes.
He chants your name, crying hot tears as his nimble body trembles out of control.
“Yes, say my name. Say my fucking name”, you encourage him and while Taehyung is still in the middle of orgasming violently, you take his shaking body and flip it over to its side so he was now truly able to watch himself in the mirror.
You take Taehyung’s failing leg and lift it roughly. Then you thrust back inside, forcing Taehyung to squeak now that his hole is oh so tight in his orgasm.
The squeaking continues just as your harsh fucking continues. 
“Mi-Mistress t-too much”, Taehyung stutters, kicking the air weakly.
“Shut up and take it. You crybaby.”
“I’m too sensitive.”
“No you’re not, you’re just whining.”
Taehyung wails and buries his face in the sheets. He truly rips them, digging his fingers deeper into them to the point where he almost breaks through the mattress. His cock, covered in his creamy cum, is still rockhard, bouncing with each hard thrust you give his overstimulated ass. His veins are throbbing, spanning all over his v-lines and lower stomach by now. Even his hands and arms are covered in them, pulsating each time Taehyung tightens his fingers as a reaction of getting drilled by your girthy cock. 
His neck, covered in a thick layer of sweat, is showing veins as well. They are bulging right with his tendons, getting stronger each time Taehyung pulls his lips back to show off his gritted teeth.
“There we go. Take it. Take my cock, you slut”, you bark, bending Taehyung’s body in a way that would twist his hips into a slightly unnatural position. His leg is bent by the knee, held up by your unfaltering grip. His sculpted ass is on full display, jiggling each time you feed it girthy cock.
His cock, now hidden from your view, is grinding into the mattress, making Taehyung scream up from the added friction.
He begins to fight you again. Flailing and kicking until you pin him down with angry precision
“Will you behave?” you bark, “you’re not making it easier by acting like a whore.”
“Too sensitive, please too sensitive”, Taehyung is coughing up a sob.
“You’re always sensitive. What’s new?”
“You- ah! Please, sensitive. M-my ass, sens- ah pleaseee!”
“Fuck”, you groan and rolls your eyes, “you’re such a crybaby, it’s unbelievable.”
You pick up Taehyung and once again throw him around as if he was nothing. It sadly makes your cock slip out of him, but that’s no problem as you will soon fill him up again  You take his legs and bend them by his knees, forcing them into his chest as far as he can go. Your big strap, you grind against his swollen cock. For now.
“Why are you such a whiney, little crybaby, mhm?” you spit, making him gulp from how dark your eyes seem to be.
“I’m sorry”, he hiccups, “I’m so sorry, I’m a crybaby”, he croaks and sobs softly, pulling the cutest, little face of devastation, “I’m nothing but a crybaby, please punish me”, he begs in a devastating wail, throwing his arm over his own eyes to cover up just how pathetically he cries.
“Gladly”, you rasp and after covering your strap and his hole with a new layer of creamy lube, you thrust back into him.
Taehyung arches his back and curls his toes, showing you his teeth as his lips curl back in a pathetic whimper.
“I’m punishing you, can you feel it? Mhm? That’s what crybabies like you get.”
“I’m a crybaby”, he sobs, chasing you with sloppy rolls of his hips.
“Yeah you are, the most pathetic of them”, you growl, bruising his skin from just how tightly you grip his thighs. His skin is sweaty, slippery and sticky, making your own palms sweat from just how heated he feels. You dig your nails deeper and force his legs further into his chest.
“Fuck! ___ please!” he yelps, dimpling the pillow from how far he throws his head back.
“I know, my cocks so fucking deep”, you taunt, “that’s what you deserve. Hear me? That’s what you get from being such a brat the entire day”, you spit, torturing his prostate with an especially ruthless thrust. The kind which makes his toes curl and for his voice to cut off in his throat as he reaches the state of screaming for you where can’t scream but only show you his agape mouth gasping for air. You love that state, soaking it up like an addict.
“Remember that when you can’t sit for days to come. This is your own doing. I’m fucking you that hard because you made me.”
“I’m cumming again”, Taehyung squeaks, voice frail and oh so high-pitched.
You bend his body more. Like this his hips are lifted and his knees are on each side of his head, hard cock throbbing right over his face.
“Do it. Cum. Fucking cum”, you order him, drilling your cock back into him.
And Taehyung crumbles like a slut. The humiliation of having to cum on his own face, mixed with how exposed you have him, literally kicks him over the edge. Fuck, he falls so hard. His cum feels hot on his face, marking him as the needy little slut that he is.
“Thank you, ah thank you”, he begins chanting, painting a proud smile onto your face, "thank you! Thank you! Ah! Thank you!"
“There we go, such a good boy. Fuck!” you moan, throwing your head back as you finally let go yourself. You have broken him and that shit makes you cum like nothing else does, "my good boy…."
You set him down gently afterwards, making sure not to hurt him once you slip out. Then you drop next to him, groaning in complete and utter exhaustion.
“Well shit”, you press out, reaching for his tummy to caress it.
“Yeah”, Taehyung barely gets the word out, body feeling so, so far away and mind barely functioning.
“You good?”
“Mhm, you?”
“Mhm, yeah.”
You both exhale loudly at the same time and then for the next few minutes nothing can be heard except your frantic breathing and the traffic outside. Sex like today always leaves you so completely and utterly ruined that you could pass out cold without problems.
And you probably would have, hadn’t you still so much to clean.
You prop yourself up on your weak elbows, shimmying closer to Taehyung.
He rolls his head to you, giving you a sleepy grin.
“You look so sexy with cum on your face”, you praise him, running your fingers through the big patch he left on his cheek.
“Thankies”, he mumbles, closing his eyes, “fuck seriously, I feel so dead. You’re so good.”
“Thank you”, you say with a fluttering heart, “you too. You took me so, so well. I didn’t bend you too much, did I?”
“No, it was so good.”
“Yeah? And I wasn’t too mean, was I?”
“Of course not, it was so hot. I love it so much when you degrade me”, he gazes up at you, “was I too mean?”
“No you weren’t. You’re so hot when you’re bratty”, you assure him, giggling with him.
He gasps then hisses in slight discomfort.
“What happened?”
“My ass is so sensitive, stings a little when I laugh too much.”
“Gosh, it does? Do you want me to get some soothing cream? Or something to cool it?”
“Not yet, it doesn’t hurt a lot”, he gazes at you again, “can I be cuddled for a while?”
“Of course, my handsome”, you smile at him, “but first lets clean off your face a little.”
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he's my taebear ♡
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edytae · 2 years
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take a break (smut/mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x reader
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(do not interact if you are underage)
pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader
summary: You take Taehyung’s mind off during his project.
rating: 18+
genre/warnings: smut, established relationship, !nonidoltae, car sex, cock riding, semi-exhibitionism,  dirty talk, praising, pet names (Taehyung calls reader a whore- but lovingly), slight choking, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), reader can’t stop cumming, duh?! 
word count: 3.8K
A/N:  This can be read own its own, but my other works are connected to each other by characters. If you like to check my other work: Sweet Welcoming , Norway, you’re mine, and my masterlist. Take care and stay safe.
A/N2: I would love to take suggestions for short drabbles
Taehyung buried his face between his arms and got comfortable for a second. His head was banging with tiredness and stress from last night. It wasn’t his fault that they left their group project last week. It was Jungkook's fault, who was unavailable all semester and his best friend Namjoon's. They just started a project that was worth 60% of their final grade. If it wasn't for his transcript, Taehyung would leave this group the second Jungkook started whining. However, he had to ignore the boy and work his ass hard if he wanted to pass this course. 
“Ugh, so fit.” Taehyung heard Jungkook grunt while pretending like he was napping. Namjoon shushed the boy quickly. If Taehyung were to look up, he would see that Jungkook commented on you… it wouldn’t be great for their homework… and Jungkook's jaw.
While Taehyung tried to nap on their desk, you were busy getting him a coffee. “Thank you for keeping my secret, Jimin.” You smiled while two of you carefully walked past students in the study cafe. The cafe was full of people, you couldn’t see an empty seat, which was sad considering it was a Friday night. Jimin was leading the way where he and Taehyung were working on their project. 
“No problem, Y/N. Taehyungie will be so happy, he was very stressed all day.” He said, shaking his head to the sides.
“We sit over there, look he is sleeping,” Jimin showed the direction with his head. When you looked, Taehyung and two other men were sitting on a circular table with their laptops on. However, Taehyung was leaning to the front, face buried in his puffer jacket. 
As you got next to their table, Jimin greeted the two men with a head nod. You looked at Taehyung’s sleeping figure, his face was squished into his arms. You placed the coffees on the table and ran your warm hand into Taehyung’s hair. 
Taehyung was irked by the sudden feeling but recognised your familiar touch. After all, he had spent hours laying on your stomach while you caressed his hair.
Before Taehyung turned his face to you, his mouth uttered your name.
“Baby,” he squeaked from his seat with big puffy eyes. You smiled at the Taebear and hugged his sitting figure. The hug was a bit awkward as he buried his face into your chest and took a big whiff. “Surprise!” You said, continuing caressing his nape as he smiled into your breasts.
“Hello, baby,” He said, further nuzzling his face to your chest as if you weren’t in public. To stop this core-lighting gesture, you subtly pulled on his hair.
“How did you know I was here?” He said.
You looked at Jimin, “I have my ways… A little bird told me you need some cheer-up so I decided to come by before going home.” 
Taehyung gave you his adorable boxy smile as you caressed his cheek. He looked so raw with his bare face showing. Every single bit of his real self was apparent.  He also looked totally fuckable. 
“Well,” Taehyung looked around, “You should have told me so I could save a seat for you. There are no empty seats.” 
Taehyung spreaded his legs wider and tried to pull you onto his lap with a smile. Jimin laughed, “Nah, take this outside, guys. She came to take you anyway.” He snickered when Taehyung looked at you questioningly. 
You joined him, “I heard you guys are having a long break so I came to take you on a walk… to stretch your legs.” You dragged your finger to wipe the drool on the corner of his lips, slightly pulling his bottom lip down while smiling naughtily at him. Taehyung took your cue and smiled back at you. His eyes seemed to be awake now. 
“Sure, I have some time before our session.” He closed his laptop and took his phone.
“Don’t rush, I’ll cover for him.” Jimin said when you intertwine hands with Taehyung. You thanked him and pulled Taehyung by the hand.
“Quickly, Taetae,” Taehyung released all of his body weight onto you while going down the stairs to annoy you. “I cannot believe you came for my dick.” He said when the two of you got outside, smirking so proudly.
 “Ah, there is the fuckboy smile,” you grimaced and pushed him by the chest. He was annoyingly handsome. “Who said I wanted your dick?” Taehyung’s smirk grew even larger. “I thought we were going to the bathroom, baby.” He said while crossing the empty street on the campus.
“Why would we go to the bathroom?” You asked innocently, his hand slapped your ass in return. 
“Sshh, someone will see you.” Your innocent act continued as Taehyung let you drag him on the pavement towards the gym.
“I thought you were gonna suck me in the bathroom.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.
You shook your head no, “Even your beautiful dick can’t get me on my knees in that filthy bathroom.” 
Taehyung laughed loudly, his warm breath showed in the cold air. “I thought you were my filthy girl?” You shivered with anticipation. Oh my, how ready you were to ride him.
“Get in the car, hottie.” You pulled him by the hand and pressed his back against the car door. 
“Feisty,” He said, hands immediately grabbing your ass.
"Yeah, yeah, get in, baby." You were getting impatient. You opened the backseat door and let him enter first.
“You even prepared,” Taehyung giggled at your beige blanket laid out on the seat. You suddenly grew shy. He carefully sat on the blanket and took his jacket off. 
“Why are you blushing, omg, you were just telling everyone that we are going to have sex.” 
“I didn’t say that! Also, I didn’t want you to explain the wet patches to your mechanic again.” You said. 
“It is okay, you are my messy girl.” Taehyung helped you sit in the backseat. Then, he lunged to the front to start the engine. He aimed to open the heater as you would be bare soon. He locked the doors while you defended yourself.
“It is not my fault. You get me so wet.” You placed your hands on Taehyung’s thighs and rubbed them.
Two of you had car sex in the past but they didn’t always go smoothly. You did realise previously that car sex would be a disaster as sex was always so messy for the two of you. 
After Taehyung finished arranging the car, he pulled you onto his lap with a strong grip. You squeak, "Sirrr, I am not a doll you can toss around,"
Taehyung snickered and started kissing around your lips. "You are my pretty doll." His hands travelled to your ass and squeezed it.
"Ugh," you grinded your core to his right thigh while his hands tried to sneak under your sweater. 
"I thought we could do cock-warming first." you said while Taehyung was mindlessly nibbling on your jaw.
"Take my cock out then," he said coolly. You were the opposite. His instruction made you squeal with happiness as if you were doing it for the first time.
You pulled down Taehyung's sweatpants and easily took his throbbing cock out from the opening of his boxer. "This is so practical. Dicks are so practical, baby. I wish I had one too." You said as he scoffed.
"Yeah, baby, talk dirty to me." He faked a moan.
You rolled your eyes and waited for him to take off your belt. Instead, Taehyung stayed still, head thrown back, bottom lip bit down.
"You are so horny for me." You observed.
Taehyung laughed, "Is that so Miss Detective?" He slapped your ass. "You brought me here to fuck, so get on my dick you cock-hungry babygirl." 
You quickly get rid of your trousers with your panties. Goosebumps decorated your legs. "I wish I wore a skirt." But you were a big girl so you dealt with it.
First, you ran your dripping cunt over his dry shaft. He needed to be wet to enter you. "Oui oui pretty cunt,” Taehyung giggled through his hitched breath.
“Bab-by” You laughed through a moan, body vibrating with Taehyung’s low voice. “Could you not voice over your dick please. I am trying to- oh God-” you sank your nails to Taehyung’s bicep. “So th-iiick,” A scoff left your mouth and you stopped trying to take him in. 
“I pre-game before this! I can’t believe I am still struggling-” You tried to bounce with his only tip inside you. “ Ah, sorry baby.” You apologised when you realised how tight you were holding his base.
Taehyung pulled you to his chest and held you from the waist. “You pre-gamed?”
You nodded into his neck, “Yeah, I just touched myself for a couple of minutes so I could get, you know, looser…” You did try to get yourself worked up so Taehyung wouldn’t worry about his performance.
“When did you do it?” Taehyung’s one hand went around your ass and his index finger found your wet hole. “Ah- baby,” You groaned into his neck again. “I did it before coming to cafe-”
“You did it in the car?” Taehyung pushed his index finger into your pussy. You engulfed him easily. 
“Ye-ahh.” you mumbled against his neck, placing mindless wet licks. 
“Mhhmm, that does wonders for my ego.” He kissed your shoulders and slightly pushed another finger inside you. 
This time you let out a moan, but there were no signs of pain or discomfort. “That’s so snuggly,” you said as if you read his mind. Taehyung smiled with success when you pulled your face from his neck and started to move your hips on his hand. 
“So nice baby,” you whirled your hips while Taehyung subtly scissored his fingers. Thanks to his long arm, he could finger you in any position. However, your clench on his fingers was making it difficult.
Taehyung couldn’t help but joke again. “I am gonna lose circulation in my fingers if you keep clenching on me like that.” 
You giggled shyly and hid your face again. “It is enough-” You said, suddenly realising the limited time you had. You need to take his cock and make him cum.
“Give me the taeconda,” you raised yourself to your knees and held him by the base.  You took a deep breath and prod your hole. Thankfully, you were so greedy to take him, so he slid inside you with one fluid motion. That was it. Taehyung knew that you mostly struggle with initiating penetration. 
“Ugh,” you groaned, trying to bounce and swirl around. “Ughh, that’s-mmm.” Taehyung joined you with a low moan too. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist. “So, so-” He stuttered, lips brushing yours as he accidentally exhaled a big breathy whine into your high-pitched moan. 
“Cockwarming… we are doing that?” Taehyung asked, biting down his lip. His cock felt warm so it was a success. 
You nodded even though you kept slowly bouncing on him. “Nice… It has been a while since- ugh baby… Taehyung bit down his lips. 
“I am close, stop and listen to me.” His iron grip sealed you down to his lap. You looked at him with already glossing eyes. “We haven’t talked about this intimately, right baby? Let’s chat. How are you?” He asked caressing your ass while low growls left his throat.
You threw your head back, “Seriously?” 
Taehyung wanted to last longer than 5 seconds so he needed to relax and busy his mind with other things than your sweet warm pussy wrapped around him. 
“I-I-” You stuttered just like him, trying to wiggle in the tight room he gave you. His throbbing thick length was enough to get you to orgasm.
 “Taehyung, please touch my clit.” You said, holding by him the collar suddenly.
“I will cum so good if you rub me, please let me.” You cried into his mouth as he brought his thumb to your little numb spot. Taehyung smirked and watched your thighs tremble.
As soon as he started rubbing small circles on your clit, your thighs started to shake even quicker. Your slick-covered stretched walls clung to him even more. 
“Go ahead, baby. Let me see it.” He whispered to your ear and then his lips nibbled on your earlobe down to your neck. His warm breath on your neck, throbbing cock inside your pussy, and long finger on your clit brought your orgasm in a blink. 
“Mhmm, my good girl cumming so beautifully.” Taehyung shook with you as you came, drowning his cock with more juice. Your thighs didn’t stop trembling, they jumped to the sides, sometimes up and down as if you were having a seizure. Fuck, it turned Taehyung so much that he forgot about his own orgasm.
“Are you gonna ride more? What about cockwarming?” You writhed in pleasure and gave yourself a relief by bouncing on his long dick. 
“Ahh, baby, you feel so good.” You threw your head back and focused on his sweet pull on your inside, his tip slipping past your G-spot with every single drag and bumping into your cervix.
Normally, you would wince and warn Taehyung whenever he hit your cervix in the first round. You would say it hurt. After your first orgasm, you would cling to Taehyung’s chest and beg him to hit it. However, now you were doing it in the first round. Taehyung wanted to comment on that but you were grunting loudly to his face.
“Baby,” Taehyung moaned at your erotic face. His high approached him was closer than he wanted. “You will make me cum. Slow down. Let me enjoy this more.” Taehyung begged you. 
You opened your eyes and looked at his sweaty face. “Mhmm, but I can’t stop.” You giggled as your knees dug into the seat even more. But you did slow down a little bit.
“Y/N,” Taehyung hissed your name and gripped your waist for real. His two large palms spank you on your ass as he bit your lip. The stinging pain made you stop.
While you tried to take in the pain Taehyung rubbed where he hit, feeling guilty. As his large hands returned to soothe you, you started to swirl your hips. 
Feeling the legendary taeconda stretching you nicely was very enjoyable for you. It stimulated your walls to get you wet and gave you an eye-rolling sweet drag on your G-spot. In return, it gave Taehyung a breathing space as you didn’t jump on him like a thirsty whore.
“Ughh, I am going again,” You warned Taehyung. Maybe pregaming sex was a bad idea. But all blame was on your handsome boyfriend and his unbothered attitude.
“My clit! My clit! Please, please let me cum. ” As your heart beat frantically against your ribcage, Taehyung brought his thumb back to your clit. This time you were wetter, it had started to drip down Taehyung’s thigh. Taehyung smirked, feeling endorphins and serotonin fill his veins.
“You can cum, my love.” Taehyung said very lovingly as you buried your face into his neck and sniffed his hoodie. There was nothing better than smelling his manly spicy cologne while cumming.
You were quieter this time, most probably Taehyung’s thick hoodie muffled your moans and cries. Also, your thighs stopped trembling, well, almost stopped as Taehyung caressed them to relax you. 
“My good girl,” Taehyung kissed your cheek. “You came back to back… It was so sexy.” He simply complimented you. 
You nodded and kissed his thick veiny neck in return. You were too fucked up to do anything else. 
“Dang, this took such a turn. I was promised cock-warming but I received cock-whore who couldn’t stop cumming.” Taehyung’s deep voice vibrated your chest, your face was still tucked in his neck. 
“Mhmm, I was so quick…” you rubbed your lips to his collarbone. “I am sorry,” 
Taehyung scoffed, “Should I feel sad because my girlfriend can’t get enough of my dick?” He kissed your head again and hoped that you would recover quickly. It would be really embarrassing if he came while you lay on him this snuggly. 
“You are right.” You finally had the power to pull your spine upright and face your handsome boyfriend. 
“I am just a whore for you.” You pouted as his dick twitched inside you. You wondered if you could make him cum by just clenching on him. 
You reckon it would be possible, but not tonight so you opted for your slow grinds on him. Meanwhile, Taehyung brought his hand to your tummy to feel himself moving inside. It always made his knees buckle. “Babyyy…” He mewled as your pace got steady and quicker. Your tits were bouncing on his face inside your shirt, sometimes hitting his chin. 
“I can feel myself,” He slightly pressed his fingers. As you focused on his hand, his dick almost started to feel bigger. Was that possible? Yes, if it is Taehyung’s girthy member.
 You leaned backwards to support yourself, your abs couldn’t make him cum. As you held on to his knees and continued fucking yourself, Taehyung was finally able to see the erotic image of your pussy engulfing him. “Oh, babygirl….” he intently watched how your walls took him in and out, but never completely out.
“Taetae?” You asked, suddenly shy about eyes on you. “There is a guy in the car at the back,” You dropped your head back and continued your messy bounce. The guy with an emo cut was sitting on the hood of the car at the back with his hands in his pockets.
Taehyung furrowed his brows, “What guy?” Were you seriously asking about his friends while his dick was buried inside you.
“I don’t know his name.” You shrugged. “He was sitting next to you at the cafe.” 
“You mean Jungkook?” He asked. “Did he try to talk to you? Did you do something to you?” Taehyung asked with vigour. But you shook your head no and tried to avoid your G-spot. However, his thick head was constantly hitting it.
“Ahh, Taehyuuung…” You dug your hands into Taehyung’s knees. Your back was hurting from all the arching but you were close again. 
“I think he is watching us, right now. Ahh, Taetae, don’t stop…” You furrowed your brows. Taehyung wrapped his arm around your waist and tried to look back, but your hands stopped him. 
“Does he still bother you, baby?” You asked even though Taehyung's face gave you the answer. “Do you want me to put a show on, Sir? Forget about him. Focus on me.” You held onto his face and kissed him sloppily. Taehyung didn’t reciprocate the kiss but he helped you continue bouncing. 
“Your orgasm is only mine to see. You are not a whore to be watched.” Taehyung bit down your chin as he tried to sit up tall and hide your clothed body from Jungkook’s eyes. 
“Make me cum, make us cum, Taetae.” You took Taehyung’s bites and tugs with a delusional smile on your face. His spit-covered lips smothered your neck as you moaned on his dick. You seemed to be careless about his friend watching him.
“Maybe you are whore, huh? Look at yourself… my messy whore…” Taehyung watched you throw your head back and squeeze his collars as your pussy squeezed him. Even though he didn’t pay attention, he was on the edge of cumming too. 
“Yeah, I am your whore.” You shrugged and frantically bounced. 
Taehyung leaned back and threw his hands over the backseat, allowing you to take what you wanted. You couldn’t help but cum again as Taehyung watched you with smugness on his lips with his bangs all over his handsome forehead. Taehyung clenched until his muscles would rip but he couldn’t help but join you in a pathetic orgasm. Jungkook was long forgotten.
“I came again,” You giggled again. “I think you did too?” You asked as the hotness inside you couldn’t be solely yours. Not surprisingly, he was still rock hard. Taehyung nodded his head, running his lips over his chapped lips. “You made me cum accidentally.” His voice was playful, an indicator that he would be fucking you for the last time tonight.
Taehyung brought one of his arms to your chest and wrapped his big hand around your neck. You gasped when the warmness on his hand engulfed you. He didn’t squeeze you, but his veiny hands showed that he was holding himself from doing it.
“My pretty toy,” He mumbled as his eyes undressed you. “You were supposed to keep my cock warm and make him cum, not ride me like a messy whore and come everywhere. Look!” Taehyung looked at his wet thighs. 
“I am sorry, Sir.” You said, eyes rolling back.
“Don’t be sorry, my love. Just let me fuck you like you are my fleshlight, huh?” Taehyung asked while slightly squeezing the sides of your neck.
You groaned and leaned to his touch. Taehyung placed his legs onto the floor of the car and gave you a single full-power thrust. This time you whined like a little kitten.
Taehyung gave you another thrust. This time you allowed yourself to drop over his chest and hide into his neck.
“As always-” Taehyung groaned at the warm juices falling over his length. “I need to finish myself as always because my pretty baby is too fucked up. You are still a little girl who can’t make her Sir cum, huh?” Taehyung whispered in your ear.
“You are so cock-hungry that you take me out while I am with my friends but get tired before I can properly cum.” You shuddered at his low voice. 
“I feel your sweet juices dripping, babygirl. You love it when I talk to you like this?” Taehyung tried to push you up but you clung to him even harder. “Yes, Sir. I lo-oove it.” Your voice was uneven, in contrast to Taehyung’s slow and hard thrusts.
“Will you be a good girl and ride me while I fuck you? Will you make Sir cum?” Taehyung asked. 
You pushed yourself right up and returned to your previous position. Taehyung held onto your neck again and set a pace for you to follow. 
You screamed every time Taehyung entered you fully and bounced back from your cervix, and Taehyung groaned every single friction you gave him. Now, he was out of words and breath. He powered himself by watching your lewd moves and praises.
He was seconds away from cumming inside you. “I am close- so close-” he groaned and you dug your nails into his hand. Taehyung moaned. “Keep going, babygirl. You’re gonna get my cum.” You watched as he was seconds away from cumming.
“Ahh, babygirl, take everything I give you, okay?” Taehyung squeezed you a bit tighter. You nodded in return and let out another scream.
Taehyung released with a final groan as a knock on the glass made two of you jump out. Jungkook was leaning into the window with his signature annoying grin.
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eskiworks · 1 year
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First finished holiday commission! Cute little winter place for Taebear and Bruhn, with sparkling snow abounds. I am still open for holiday deadline commissions (finished before December 25th).
If you can't (or don't want to) use google forms shoot me an email at wolfnymph at gmail!
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purpleyoonn · 1 year
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question: are you team 🐯 tae or team 🐻 tae?
team taebear all the way 🐻
Like…look at him
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The only tiger I acknowledge is hoshi🐯
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sinnertae · 1 year
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A Mate's Call || VMIN-OC (3)
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Genre: f, s, a
Summary: Taehyung finally finds his safe place.
Pairing: Human!Taehyung × Alpha!Jimin × Alpha!Saie (OC @mintaes )
Warnings: little space, puppy space, MxMxOC
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A loud laugh escapes her lips as she watches Taehyung's enthusiastic reaction to Jimin. She peeps over from the side silently, letting her boys have their moment. Looking at her mate's face right now, she no longer felt that crushing weight of missing him so much as she fondly watches them talk to eachother. 
"It's so obvious who his favourite parent is already, isn't it baby?" She fake pouts glancing between Taehyung and Jimin. "Tell your Daddy how Mommy is treating you with pizza and everything tonight. He's missing out on a lot!"
“Mommy, don't be sad.” He says softly and reachesout to grab her hand. “You are my favourite.” He admitts quietly, so Jimin won't hear him. Taehyung cheeks were dusted with a blush at the smile he has received from his caregiver.
“Why not me?” Jimin asks, looking at him with a pout on his lips.
“Because mommy will give Tae Tae milk.” The answer is deliveredimmediately with a wide grin. “Mommy's milk the best.” He adds, not knowing that what she meant earlier was a cup of milk.
Her triumphant smile after getting him to admit he loved her more instantly drops at Taehyung's words as she stares up at him in surprise. She turns to Jimin to see if she heard right. "Mommy's milk— Taehyungie, I... baby, what do you mean by that?" She asks him slowly despite the panic coursing through her. Did he really mean what she thought he did? Because she won't be able to give him milk cause she wasn't nursing any pups. 
But then again, she and jiminy did adopt him as their pup. Will get biology work that way just because she's already started to think of him and treat him as her own? She looks at Jimin, wondering silently if he'd have an answer for it.
“Taehyung. Sweetie, look at me.” Jimin says, somehow sensing the panic that start growing in his mate's chest even when he is being miles away. “Mommy needs time. She's just adopted you, and I am sure mommy's wolf will be ready really soon to take care of you. For now, though, you have to be a big boy for daddy, ok? Big boys drink milk from their cups.” He says, thinking about what he just said. Is it even possible for her wolf?
Taehyung nods eagerly.
“Ok baby. I think it is your nap time now.” Jimin comes up with the nap idea suddenly, hoping that the pup won't protest and will let him speak to Saie. “Daddy will still be here when you wake up TaeBear.” He says softly, watching the brunette get more comfortable. Jimin starts humming a melody with which he comes up at the spot, to help Taehyung fall asleep.
She watches on as Jimin handles the situation better than her and even manages to put him to sleep with the new lullaby. Once Taehyung's breathing slows down and he seems to be fully asleep, she takes the phone and looks into Jimin's worried eyes. "I didn't know he'd want to be suckled when I told him puppies drink milk, Jimin. What do I do now?" She helplessly glances because between herself and her wolf, they wanted to give their new pup everything he wants, even her milk.
“Baby, don't worry. First, I want to know if you want to do this.” Jimin looks at you, not wanting to force you into anything. The second Taehyung said he will be breastfed, his mind was clouded by thousands of inappropriate thoughts.
Jimin is known for being a pretty open-minded alpha who enjoys trying new things. It would have happen sooner or later with how fast Jimin grew intrest in new kinks but not only. Simply, Jimin loves to experiment. However, he is still an alpha. An alpha who is not on good terms with his other side, so sudden outburst of possessiveness are also a common thing for him.
Her answer comes in a heartbeat. "He's my pup! Of course, I want to give him everything he wants. More than me, my wolf wants it too..." She moves a hand to hold her chest, it’s feeling heavy like never before. "I think she's got into her mind that she has to provide for our pup. My breasts are sore already."
She has never experienced this before but had heard about it from other female wolves. Pups were a rarity in their species, each mated pair having only one or two in their entire lifetime. So every time there's an orphaned or abandoned youngling, the female wolves never hesitate to bring them up as their own.
“Jagi-ya, are you sure?” Jimin asks, his voice filled with worry. He has never heard of a she-wolf undergoing such a sudden shift in her body. His pupils are delighted as he takes a deep breath to calm himself down.
“Can you go to a doctor, please? Today. I am really worried about you now.” He whines. Different emotions envelop his heart as he reminds himself that he can not go home just yet. “Just to make sure it's safe for you and our babyboy.” Jimin explains, hugging a pillow to his chest.
“I want to go home. Want to be with you two.” He adds after a while, scenting the pillow to comfort himself.
When she hears the genuine worry in her mate's voice, her wolf scuffles inside to comfort him immediately. "I'll go see Eunmi Unni before going home then!" She promises Jimin immediately, Eunmi was Jin's mate and a doctor too. She was only glad they were friends cause she knows there will be no judgement from her at adopting a human pup. 
"And I'm sure." She assures Jimin, looking at him earnestly. "I've always wanted your pups Jimin. I'm not surprised my wolf reacted so quickly to provide for our baby... I want you home too. I miss you so much!" Especially now when she was doing something she never did before, she wanted her mate's comforting presence next to her.
“I know we have just adopted him but don't you think he would be a good omega for us?” Jimin asked, trying to change the topic and take her mind of the thought that he is not there.
Ever since he came into contact with Taehyung, his wolf would not shut up about how perfectly the sleeping boy would fit among those two Alphas. He would help them keep their balance and also make a great lover. At the intrusive thought, Jimin's chest starts rumbling.
Does it count as cheating?
Noticing Jimin's deflection, she puts the phone in its stand as she begins driving towards Eunmi's place while still talking to Jimin. "Omega? Maybe when he'd be a little more grown-up. I want it to be his choice. Not something he wants to do just to make us happy." She softly tells her mate while she looks over at Taehyung's sleeping form fondly. He must have been really tired after such an exciting and emotionally exhausting day.
“I won't force him into anything, just... He can be our little omega. If he wants too, of course.” Jimin declares, glancing at Taehyung and the adorable pout on his lips while sleeping.
“You can leave the phone here and go see the doctor. I will talk to Taehyung when he wakes up.” Jimin offers, closing his eyes slowly as the pillow under his chin became more inviting. “Or not. Take him too. He needs a check-up.” He decides quickly, sitting up on his bed.
Bidding goodbye to Jimin at his suggestion, she parks the car before gently rousing Taehyung from his sleep. "Baby, wake up!" Her fingers ruffle through his hair, making him open his eyes as he blinks up at her. Getting the seatbelt off him, she explains why they're there at a hospital to not spook him when they go inside. "We're here to see Mommy's friend, babybear. She's a doctor and she'll make sure both of us are healthy, hm? I'll be with you throughout the checkup, let's go Tae."
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