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girl8890 · 2 years ago

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o7 Reaction To Reader Coming Out as Trans-W | HC

Summary: Finding out the girl they like is trans.

Rating: T

Warnings: implied needle injections (hormones), one of the members messes up with readers pronouns once, coming out, fear of rejection

A/N: For this fic, it’s for trans-women or any gender that falls under the transgender umbrella and also uses fem pronouns. At first I was going to make this gn to incorporate the whole trans community, but as I was writing I couldn’t stop putting female pronouns. I have this problem with y/n inserts too (I've literally typed in my name while writing before). I should also mention I’m part of the trans community because I’m agender (an umbrella term), so a few of the scenarios that I wrote kinda ended up being similar to my personal experiences… hehe. And one more thing, that’s also very important, this is all just my opinion. Obviously no one would know how the members would react to this type of confession unless they did it themselves. Which, I haven’t and know I probably (like 99.99999%) won’t ever get to find out their reactions myself. I just believe no matter what they would try to be respectful, and that’s what I mostly tried to perceive here. Anyway! Enjoy the HC!

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Seokjin

He would not expect it all. Not a single inclining that you were trans crossed his mind before you told him you were.

You both were sitting on the couch when you told him, and he looked shocked, mouth and eyes wide open, just staring at you for way longer than he should have without saying anything.

By the time the clock hit two minutes past, you took this situation as it is. That he didn’t accept you, and you should just cut your loses instead of waiting for him to break the news.

Tears already filing you eyes, you stand from your seat on the couch. The second your butt left the chair, Soekjin dropped out of his shock filled state and grabbed onto your arm.

“Wait, don’t leave!”

You sniff, trying not to cry because you know the rejection is coming.

“Why not? I don’t need to hear how you don’t accept me.”

Seokjin looks like a deer in headlights again, but this time it’s because he’s feeling his heart break from your words. He does accept you. He just needs to push out the words to say it.

“I will—I mean—I do! Please y/n... sit down and talk to me.”

You reluctantly sit back down on the couch with a sigh.

“Okay, I’m sitting.”

Seokjin grins, trying to make this situation feel lighter now.

“I’m sorry I reacted that way. It’s just all so new to me! And I-.. I really like you.”

“I really like you too, Soekjin, but if your don’t want to be with me-”

“I do!” You blink at him, stunned by his loud interruption. “I’m sorry, but I do. I really, really do want to be with you. Would it be too much to ask if we just... took it slow? And you can correct or hit me if I fuck up.”

You can’t help but giggle at Soekjin’s version of fitting in a joke during all of this, and you can't help but admit you would gladly see that smile everyday if all turns out well.

If it works out, you’ll be happy together. If it doesn’t work out, he gave you permission to slap him. Not many people can say they slapped a pretty boy across the face.

Sounds like a win-win to you!

With one last hesitant moment from you, and a ultra funny and adorable pout from Soekjin, you say, “Okay, let’s take things slow.”

Yoongi

“Okay.”

Thats all he would say—looking as neutral in the face as ever.

“What—um—you heard me, right? I said I'm trans.”

Yoongi would roll his eyes, but his smile would also grow at knowing he’s making you look so surprised.

“Yup. I heard you. I just don’t care.”

Floored...jaw dropped...flabbergasted.

All the synonyms for shocked is how you felt right now. It’s been awhile since you came out to anyone, so having Yoongi just be okay with it was making you speechless.

Yoongi caught onto this, so he decided to poke fun at you for it.

“I know I'm hot, but that doesn’t mean I'm an asshole too.”

That comment woke you right up.

“T-thats not what I was thinking! Granted, you’re cute, but you never know how people will react when you-”

It’s while you were going on with your tangent that you caught Yoongi trying and failing to cover up his laughter. For which you slapped him in the shoulder playfully.

“You’re an ass.”

“That maybe true, but now that that’s out of the way can I start being your ass?”

That was such a Yoongi way of asking you out, so you gave such a y/n way of giving your answer.

“Hmm... I”ll think about it.”

His smile drops, but not because he’s sad. More annoyed because he know your answer is 100% not the correct one. After a few extra seconds of poking fun at the jokester, you give him your real answer.

“Yes, Yoongi. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

And now you’re assholes together!

Hoseok

He would ask you a lot of question. Nothing too personal at first, but just enough that so he can figure out how to proceed with your confession, and also make sure he was never disrespectful towards you in the past.

Hoseok likes you a lot, and he doesn’t care that your trans, but he’s the type of person that would laugh at the wrong moment or say something he shouldn’t by accident.

His questions went like this:

“What are your pronouns?”

That question made you swoon.

“Is your name still, y/n?”

For which the answer was yes, and it’s the one you decided to keep/change.

“Would you be my girlfriend or boy-”

You cut him off right there. Explaining that that was the wrong type of question to ask, and that a trans-women means women, so girlfriend is the correct term. After he apologized profusely, making you giggle by how caring he's being in this situation.

He then asks you to explain the concept, so he can do better in the future.

You swooned at that question too.

“Okay... I think I got it.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, trying and failing not to smile at how interested he is with your life.

“You think so?”

“Well, no... Not completely... It's not my life, it’s yours. I just want to make sure I don’t fuck up when you become my girlfriend.”

Oh, he’s in too deep now.

“So, you want me to be your girlfriend?”

He would become a spluttering mess for a few seconds, making you laugh until your sides hurt, and then he would stop suddenly. Because, in all honesty, “Yes.”

Your laughter would cease as well, and you answered his silent question with a smiling, “Okay.”

“Okay.”

...

“You know, your really pretty for a-”

“Wrong compliment, Hoseok!”

Namjoon

To be honest, I feel like it would be such a casual thing for Namjoon.

Like instead of you telling him you were trans, you told him about the weather. Responding to your question with, “And I'm Namjoon, nice to meet you.”

For which you would gap like a fish at him, getting a dimpled smile from him in return.

“Sooo, your just okay with it?” You would say after your shock wore off.

He would shrug his shoulders, playing off the whole situation like you didn’t just ravel a big part of your identity to him.

“Depends.”

“Depends?”

The dimpled smile he was wearing turns into a smirk, and you know then he was kidding. Ending of this conversation with a joking—but at the same time serious—question.

“Depends if you would be my girlfriend or not.”

You would giggle, playful hitting his shoulder.

“Of course, dummy.”

Jimin

He would be surprised, but it would be a calm reaction.

Just a simple, “Huh?” and “Really?”

For which you answer truthfully, “Yeah, Jimin. I’m really trans.”

Jimin would nod his head a few times. Then, because it suddenly felt awkward in the room you were in, he just said another simple, “Cool.”

He would blink his wide eyes a few times at you, wiggling his nose as he thinks somethings over.

You were honestly thinking that he was going to reject you. That he was going to tell you ‘it’s been fun, but I have to go now... Oh yeah! And drop my number.’

But he said none of that when he finally stopped thinking, and spoke how he felt.

“Does that mean you can still be my girlfriend?”

You tackled him as you shouted, “Yes!”

Taehyung

“I know.”

“N-no you didn’t.”

There was know way he knew. Taehyung maybe be undercover smart, but there was no way he knew unless you told him--which you didn’t until now.

Taehyung raises a pointed eyebrow at you, smiling as he says, “I put two and two together when I saw...” He then gestures to your thighs.

You usually do pretty good with covering up your track marks on your thighs (The place you infect your hormones at.) But, since it’s summer, you’ve been wearing shorts that just cover the marks.

Or at least... you thought you did.

You look down at the place he’s gesturing at, and low and behold there's a few spots the shorts don’t cover. You try pushing them down further, but it just starts riding up again.

“Huh, look at that.”

Taehyung would just chuckle, playing off the situation and making every bit of anxiety you had before about coming out to him disappear.

It’s then, as you’re analyzing your own marks on your thighs, that you smirk at a realization of his confession to knowing your trans.

“So, does that mean you stare at my butt a lot?”

His smile falls and his golden skin heats up into a dusty pink.

That’s a yes, then.

Jungkook

Similar to Jimin, and a hint of Hoseok, he would be surprised—in a respectful way—but wouldn’t waste time at making sure he didn’t fuck up in the past.

Truthfully, Jungkook has never once made you feel awkward or worried about coming out. He’s overall a very caring person, so you weren’t worried about coming out to him.

And it was especially cute when he asked you, “I’ll let you beat me in a video game if I ever did something wrong? Would you tell me if I mess up? I don’t want to make you upset.”

You swooned at his words, and when you looked into his big, serious, doe eyes you knew he was being real. That he generally cared about you, and not that your trans.

After telling him how he’s been nothing but respectful towards you so far, he wiggles his little bunny nose and starts to blush.

You don’t understand what just transpired in his little bunny brain, so you ask him, “What’s wrong?”

“I just-... I really like you!”

You’re surprised by his confession, but you don’t understand why that made him blush like that. Luckily, he explains it next.

“A-and even though you just came out to me, would it be weird If we... If I-... If I asked you, to be my girlfriend now?”

Swooning part two communes, and you're embracing him as you start to cry about how adorable that was.

Giving a obvious answer.

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plutoneu · 4 years ago

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x black! reader

x native! reader

x poc! reader

x trans male! reader

x trans female! reader

x latinx! reader

x inclusivity!

i want to everyone to be able read something for them and not just read "...and her milky skin against mine..."

thank you. 💜

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tipsydipsydo · 4 years ago

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hey yoongi n tae,,,there’s this room that has a mirror on the ceiling,,,i dare you both to fuck me under it 😇💚

Gender of the Reader: trans* male

Trigger Warning: could cause dysphoria! (sexual content; minor descriptions of trans male genitalia; explicit body reactions etc.)

➙ if you're uncomfortable with it, please move on! ♡

*a bright smug smile appears on Taehyung's lips, Yoongi's cocky smirk isn't any less dirty minded. Both boys exchange silently a thoughtful gaze, as if they're talking through eyes, telling all their filthy Ideas they have for you to each other. Then they turn back to you, with such a filthy and even provoking smile on both of their lips.*

"Seems like our cute Baby Boy has a thing for watching himself in the mirror while we take care of your almost unsatiable desires~ Baby, let's talk about this idea... what about I lay down on my back und gonna have you on top of me, your Back pressed against my chest. My fat cock is slowly stretching you sweet asshole out and stuffing it up until your hole is gaping... just because of my cock. Making you look up at the mirrored ceiling, making you watching how you lose yourself in pleasure. I'll wisper the naughties things into your ear, turning your pure and innocent mind to mush..." (Taehyung)

"...and I would be settled down between your nice and juicy thighs, my arms wrapped around them to hold my exited and so pretty fucked out baby boy down. Gonna make you whine and beg with the abilities of my tongue. Pulling your folds with my index and middle finger apart to wrap my lips fully around your enlarged bundle of nerves. It would be already so swollen and needy, craving for the attention. But before you'll be able to cum I'd move down to your core, teasing my handsome and so so sexy Boy with my tongue until you beg me, beg us, to let our pretty Baby Boy cum~ Hm, Darling? Sounds good?" (Yoongi)

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male-readers-like-kpop-idols-too · 6 years ago

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I love your writing so so so much, and I was wandering if you could do a (rainy day) fluff about V from Bts. The plot is yours, if you do this thank youuuuu

I love rainy day fics. I love rainy days to be honest are the best. I personly like this one

The sun was tucked away behind the dark clouds. It was a rainy day, where even a city as busy as Seoul, everything was toned down. It was no different in Taehyung and (Y/n)’s apartment. It was a day off, one of a many as it was a mini vacation. Taehyung and his boyfriend were both naked and pure as the rain that fell. Maybe not as pure because of their late night activities. The rain brought a comfortable darkness that let the two sleep in. Taehyung got up first, his eyes fluttering. He reached out for his lover, (Y/n). The other’s skin felt smooth under his large hands. Taehyung felt the chest he was sleeping on previously. He saw the little birthmarks that were peppered on (Y/n). The said male woke up after feeling Taehyung’s hands on him moving. He didn’t notice for a few seconds but held eye contact when he did. Teahyung rested his head on (Y/n)’s chest, this tickled him but it was a good trade for seeing his love like this. One of (Y/n)’s hands gently ran through the other’s hair and came around to hold his face, stroking Taehyung’s cheek with his thumb. The comfortable silence covered them like the blanket draped around them. Neither of them wanted to move, they could have spent the rest of the day in that bed. Taehyung was the first to break the silence, “Good morning.” (Y/n) gave a smile, ‘Any morning with him was a good morning’. They both thought.

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gguktastic · 7 years ago

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coming out - jeongguk

he’d be p shook at first

“wait you’re not straight???”

wouldn’t really know how to react and just stare at you

but like 10 seconds later of intensive staring he’d just

shrug

“nice”

he seems chill about it externally but on the inside??

bitch he’s literally listing everyone he thinks is homo in his brain

so that you could stay away from them

he’s that protective friend and you KNOW IT

would get you a pride flag signed by Hong Seok-cheon for your birthday

many

gay

memes

all day

every day

would actually be so scary no one would dARE to bully you for not being straight

seems tough but we all know he’s a softie at heart

so that means he’d start crying because he felt bad he couldn’t protect you from the few haters that did dare to bully you

would do a v-live just to yell at his ‘fans’ that you were his best friend no matter what your sexual orientation

would request namjoon to tweet about this

post stuff about LGBTQ+ rights on the damn fan café on which jimin got exposed

so basically he’d do his best to make sure all you got was love

love

and more love

pLaToNiC cUdDLeS aLL tHe TiMe

would definitely buy this mug for you

i can imagine him doing his best to incorporate the rainbow into his wardrobe for pride month

he’d educate himself on the various spectrums of gender and sexuality

being part of one of south korea’s most famous idol groups, he knows about the influence he has

so he’d try to educate the fans as well about gender and sexuality

Would also buy you a rainbow fidget spinner because he’s just a meme like that

Is the best friend you could ask for and supports you oh-so-much

well thats the end! i had so much fun writing this. if you want this to be done for another member do not hesitate to drop by my ask box! you can also request other scenarios and imagines so pls do ok my blog is dying. anyways thanks for reading this if you did. the LGBTQ+ community faces a lot of discrimination in our society and that is WRONG. all of us need to accept and embrace homosexuality because love is love, regardless of your sexuality, gender, or lack (??) thereof. thanks you for listening.

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jeonsjiddies · 2 years ago

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I posted 154 times in 2022

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125 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 54 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 130 characters

#this but i’m trying to stop bc it feels like misgendering to my trans friends and i can’t really be an ally if i’m triggering them

My Top Posts in 2022:

Only Yours - drabble | myj [m]

- Pairing: Yoonji x reader

- Genre: Smut, pwp

- Word Count: 1.3k

- Warnings: unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names, use of sex toys, oral (female recieving), dom yoonji, possessive yoonji, breast/nipple play, teasing, begging, bondage, sensory deprivation? Blindfold, gender bend yoongi?, use of sex machine

- Summary: Your girlfriend has a surprise waiting for you.

A/N: Sorry this took forever! It is unedited, but @ana-rose1 did beta for me because she's the greatest. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think? Read the story this is based off of here.

“Yoonji, what is going on?” you giggle as your girlfriend leads you through your shared apartment.

She had insisted on blindfolding you the moment you got home, telling you she had a huge surprise waiting for you. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and she had that evil smile on her face; the one she had when she was about to do something bad.

“You’ll see, we’re almost there,” she assures, her voice becoming lower, her hot breath fanning against your ear.

Your body alights with shivers, her firm grip on your hips intoxicating you as she leads you down the hallway.

“Ready, babygirl?” Her voice is taunting, her fingertips traveling slowly up your sides and to the blindfold, peeling it from your eyes and allowing your vision to be restored.

You look around the room, letting your eyes focus. That’s when you see it. The object on the floor, resembling a mechanical horse saddle; a Sybian.

“Yoonji?”

“Mmm… do you like it?” She asks, letting her warm breath fan over your neck as she begins peppering kisses along your exposed skin.

“I… it looks fun.”

Yoonji chuckles from behind you, her fingers dancing along your skin as she runs them down your arms. Her tender actions cause you to lower your guard, which is why you gasp aloud when she yanks your arms behind your back, knocking you into her body with her rough movements.

You try to peer behind you but Yoonji has you pressed so tight against her that you can’t. Her nimble fingers move between your bodies and you realize she’s tying your hands behind your back with silk. Your heart begins hammering in your chest, wondering what your girlfriend has in store for you.

“Mmm.. my baby is already excited, isn’t she? I can hear you breathing harder,” she coos into your ear, using your arms to lead you towards the sex machine, “figured my girl deserved to be the first to try our new toy after the rough week you’d had.”

Yoonji squats in front of you, hooking her thumbs into your skirt and panties, pulling them both down at once, sucking in a breath at the sight of your arousal coating your underwear.

“Wet already? You’re such a little slut, always ready to be stuffed with some cock, aren’t you?”

You whimper indignantly and nibble on your lip, but Yoonji only chuckles at your display. She guides you over to the machine, allowing you to get a better look and grabs some lube even though you were soaked, just to be safe, and coats the dildo attachment in it.

“It comes with different attachments, but since this is your first time, I thought I’d go easy on you,” she smiles as you eye the average sized dildo.

“What other ones does it come with?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, pretty girl.”

You clench your thighs at her authoritative tone and the promise held in it. Yoonji gets down on her knees and trails her fingers along your thighs and your outer folds, teasing you.

“Do you think this tight little pussy can take that? Or should I stretch you out a little first…?”

“Please, Yoonji.”

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86 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

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Taehyung never intended for things to go this far. He didn’t mean to get so caught up in you, but he had been captivated by you from the very first moment his eyes landed on your bright smile. You stood from your chair when his new manager introduced him to you, stating that you’d be working closely together from now on. Your eyes were so kind when you reached for his hand and shook it, your skin so soft. Taehyung could barely breathe in your shining presence, his eyes roaming over your features quickly, committing them to memory.

“Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I’m Y/N. I’m excited to work together.”

The way your lips moved when you spoke had Taehyung in a trance, wondering idly how they’d feel pressed against his own or wrapped around his cock… He shook the thoughts from his head and returned your enthusiasm, shaking your hand and sending you his most charming smile.

“I can’t wait,” he’d told you.

That night he’d searched you up on Instagram, scrolling through your profile in an attempt to learn more about you. Of course, you didn’t have it on private. You were so sweet, so naive, and trusting. Taehyung sighed to himself, you needed someone to watch over you, to protect you from those who might want to do you wrong. His gaze flickered over your third most recent picture before it narrowed.

The photo stared back at him, taunting him. A man stood next to you, giving the camera a half-smile, minimal effort, while your soft, supple lips were pressed against the man’s cheek. Taehyung felt sick to his stomach. How dare this man not treat you like a queen? He clearly didn’t care about you, not even enough to smile for a photograph. If that were him, he’d have pulled you closer, smiled the brightest smile, done a whole photoshoot for you. He would treat you better. That man didn’t deserve you.

He knew he needed to be subtle about this, moving too fast or coming on too strong would scare you away and ruin everything. Baby steps. Patience. Taehyung could be patient, for you. He could do anything for you, the girl with the contagious smile and the most beautiful voice, every word that left your lips his new favorite sound. He continued to scroll through your social media, writing down notes on the things you liked, the places you frequented. He noticed a quaint little coffee shop in several of your tagged photos, was it near your house?

He’d find out soon enough, but for now, he decided to print out his favorite photo from your Instagram and pin it to his board along with his notes. Some might find his methods strange, but Taehyung found that the board helped him to organize his thoughts, to plan better. His plan had to be flawless, he couldn’t afford to make a mistake and let you slip away. He wouldn’t let that happen. He was going to make you his.

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The next morning you arrived to work 15 minutes late, hair disheveled, and un-caffeinated. Somehow, your alarm clock had been turned off and didn’t wake you on time, so you barely had time to throw your hair in a messy bun, change into work attire, and run out the door. You didn’t even have time to stop for coffee, your caffeine headache already starting to creep in. You put your head down on your desk, whimpering quietly. A shadow appeared, blocking the fluorescent lights from assaulting your vision and you glanced up to see Taehyng. You sat up straighter and fixed your wrinkled blouse, greeting him with a half-hearted smile.

“Good morning, Taehyung. How are you?”

“Better than you, it looks like,” he chuckled before setting down a cup of coffee in front of you - your favorite kind from your favorite cafe!

“Oh my god! My hero!”

You gushed, immediately taking the warm drink into your hands and inhaling the soothing scent before pressing the lid to your lips and taking a drink. The hot liquid slid down your throat and your soul immediately felt peace, a satisfied sigh escaping .

Taehyung smiled to himself, watching you with amusement, “rough morning?”

“The roughest,” you whined, “but you just made it all better. Thank you so much, Taehyung!”

“You can call me Tae,” he smiled encouragingly, “and it’s no problem. I figured if we’re going to be working together, it would be good to start off on the right foot.”

“You don’t know how much I appreciate you, I’ll pay you back for this,” you promised, reaching for your purse but Taehyung’s hand reached out to stop your movements.

“Don’t worry about it, really.”

“Well, thank you, Tae,” you smiled gratefully and hearing his nickname fall from your shiny lips had Taehyung’s heart whirring to life, the small droplet of coffee traveling down your chin to the valley of your breasts causing his dick to twitch as well. He shifted, trying to subtly hide his boner. He smiled at you and walked back over to his desk before his problem became noticeable, his heart beating erratically in his chest.

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Later in the day, it had been slow for about an hour and you were losing your mind sitting silently at your desk trying to find something to do. You glanced over at Taehyung who sighed and blew a piece of hair out of his face before checking the time. You stood and walked over to him, plopping your bottom down on his desk and smiling down at him.

“Hey, Tae.”

“Y/N, hello. How are you?”

“Bored out of my mind. I hate it when I get stuck waiting for replies and have to wait to move forward,” you whined,

“So I thought I’d come keep you company in the meantime.”

“I’m honored to help ease your boredom,” he smirked playfully.

You giggled and peeked over the documents he was working on, scrunching your nose in distaste.

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Toxic Masterlist

Toxic is finally here! Send me an ask to be added to the taglist. <3 Update schedule to come.

Summary: Taehyung would do anything to make you his. Stalker!Taehyung

Warnings: yandere behavior, toxic behavior, manipulation, obsession, stalking, isolation, nonconsensual pornography,

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is NOT healthy behavior. This is not okay. If someone ever tries to treat you like this, RUN or use resources like these :

Victim Connect Resource Center

Crisis Text Line

Love Is Respect Helpline: 1-866-331-9474.

National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-7233.

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Toxic: Teaser

Summary: Taehyung would do anything to make you his.

Teaser Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: yandere, toxic behavior, obsession, stalking, nonconsensual pornography, phone sex, masturbation, use of stolen panties?

Taehyung had just stepped out of the shower when his phone rang. He groaned and trudged over to answer it, his eyebrows raising along with the corner of his lip when he saw your name flash across the screen. Ever since he’d come to your rescue that night at your apartment, you’d been contacting him more, wanting to be around him more. You’d visit his desk more often, coming up with questions you already knew the answer to, creating problems and asking him for help because IT takes way too long.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Tae. What are you up to?”

“Just got out of the shower, so I'm about to get dressed. You?”

You paused, the mental image of him in nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, hanging low and exposing his v-line, droplets of water slowly dripping down his tanned skin… you swallowed.

“Just bored. I was wondering… nah, nevermind it’s dumb,” you backtracked, suddenly too nervous to follow through with your plan.

“No, what is it?” He pressed.

“I was wondering if… maybe you could just talk to me? I just want to hear your voice. Tell me a story or something?” You bit your lip nervously waiting for a reply.

“Okay,” he agreed easily, pulling up the footage from the teddy bear he’d given you.

You were in bed, nothing but a sports bra and a flimsy pair of pajama shorts that clung to your thighs like Taehyung wanted to cling to them.

“When I was in high school, I had this friend who really liked magic,” Taehyung began, attempting to entertain you while watching closely to your reactions.

“Mhm,” you encouraged, your hand coming up to knead at your breast.

Taehyung’s eyes widened, momentarily pausing before he continued the story.

“He would do card tricks every day at lunch, but they never actually worked,” he continued.

You listened, not responding, holding the phone to your ear with one hand and kneading your breast with the other, occasionally pinching and pulling at your nipple. Soon, you discarded the fabric covering your tits altogether, biting back a moan while you kneaded and pinched while listening to Taehyung speak. The soft timbre of his low voice just did things to you and you couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy he had sounded the previous Friday when he presented his PowerPoint to your boss. The way he licked his lips while he spoke, the way his body moved with so much power. You whimpered out loud and Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat.

“Sorry, stubbed my toe, go ahead,” you lied, putting yourself on mute to avoid any further distractions. You put Taehyung on speaker and laid the phone by your head while you shimmied off your sleep shorts, revealing your bare pussy to Taehyung’s hungry eyes, unbeknownst to you of course. You played with your outer lips for a bit before slipping a finger inside and collecting your arousal, spreading it along your pussy, biting your lip at the feeling of the lubrication gliding over your clit.

It took everything inside of Taehyung, every ounce of self control he possessed to keep his cool and pretend he didn’t know what you were doing to yourself, using him to get yourself off. He swallowed thickly and kept talking, his eyes trained on you while you rubbed your finger in circles around your bundle of nerves before sliding it inside your heat. You moaned, which Taehyung heard through the one Bluetooth earpiece he’d connected to his computer so he could listen to you without getting caught while you listened to him. His cock was throbbing with need but he couldn’t distract himself, he had to play it cool.

You gasped and your back arched off your bed while you pleasured yourself to the sound of Taehyung’s voice. You blindly reached towards your bedside table for your vibrator, quickly inserting it inside yourself and imagining Taehyung’s shaft was buried inside you instead. You whimpered his name and it nearly sent Taehyung into cardiac arrest, sucking in a stunned breath. You froze, sitting up and asking if he could hear you, but he just continued the story as if nothing happened. You melted with relief, sliding the toy back inside your heat and groaning, turning the volume up on your phone so it sounded like he was speaking right into your ear.

“Turns out he was super good at the disappearing rabbit trick though, kinda turned him into a girl magnet believe it or not,” he told you while you pressed the vibrator deeper inside, your body beginning to shake.

“Fuck, yeah, Taehyung, right there! Oh Tae!”

Your moans were music to Taehyung’s ears, he couldn’t believe he was the one causing them. He only wished he could be there in person to cause them, show you how good he could make you feel. But you weren’t ready yet. You would come to him (and for him) soon. You were on your way. You screamed out his name as your orgasm washed over you and Taehyung whimpered quietly to himself, but if you could hear him, you gave no indication of it, falling to your bed with a thud and panting heavily.

“Then during the talent show he did that trick where you cut someone in half,” he kept talking, pretending he didn’t know what you had just done, and you closed your eyes with a smile, just listening to the vibrato of his voice for a while.

Soon, the story was over and you were almost asleep, content and happy after a wonderful masturbation session.

“Did you get what you needed from me?” Taehyung asked, his tone slightly darker, almost seductive.

“W-what?” You asked, your heart thumping erratically. Had he heard you touching yourself and calling out his name? Surely not. You had muted. You had checked!

“Did you get what you needed? Whatever you called for?” He rephrased, evening his tone out.

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My #1 post of 2022

- Pairing: jungkook x reader

- Genre: Smut, pwp

- Word Count:~ 1.3k

- Warnings: unprotected sex, praise kink, degradation (use of names like slut, whore) , pet names, public sex, dirty talk, oral (female recieving), marking, dom jungkook, multiple orgasms, cream pie, light breast/nipple play, teasing, cum eating

Note: this is unedited, the banner done on mobile, I wrote it in like 15 minutes because a show got to me lol

- Summary: you can never resist jungkook

You absentmindedly wiped down counters, your mind drifting away from you as you recalled the events that had unfolded the previous week. You couldn’t shake the image from your mind of Jungkook with his arms wrapped around someone else. You shook your head, trying to dissipate the images and continued to work. Even though it was a marriage of convenience, he was engaged! Even if he didn’t love her, didn’t he owe her the respect of being faithful? Your mind wandered to the illicit activities you’d participated in, unknowingly making yourself the other woman. Your core clenched at the memory of Jungkook’s face between your thighs and you forced down a whimper. It was like you could still smell his cologne… suddenly, you were pressed up against a wall, two thick, veiny, tattooed arms caging you in. You looked up and locked eyes with Jungkook.

“Hello, Princess,” he purred, his eyes alight with adrenaline as if he were a predator who’d finally cornered its prey.

“Jungkook,” you breathed in disbelief, “what are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you. You’ve been ignoring my calls,” he frowned, one of his hands coming up to stroke your cheek gently.

“Jungkook, you’re engaged!”

You used the opportunity to slip from the wall and back away from him, trying to put distance between your bodies and clear your head from his intoxicating scent. All you wanted was to reach up and wind your fingers into his hair but you forced yourself to step back. Jungkook was never one to give up easily though, immediately trailing after you with cautious, calculated steps.

“You know that’s just for business, babygirl. She means nothing to me.”

“Still, this is wrong, we can’t-“

Jungkook pounced, taking your momentary distraction as opportunity and caging you in once more, his nose gently running up your neck as he inhaled before planting a single kiss against the skin there.

“Fuck, you smell so good, Princess. This doesn’t feel wrong to me.”

“Your fiancée-“

“Is a greedy bitch who’s probably doing the same thing right now.”

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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bangtanloverboys · 2 years ago

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wip game

rules: “post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DND campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!”

tagged by @aquagustd

oh boy (also slight annoucment that i’ve cut down a few projects bc i lost passion for them)

bathtub merman tae x gn!reader / the world for a kiss

gay pirate yoongi x merman

deep waters ch vii

dragon hybrid jungkook x dragon lord!f!reader / the last of us all

atla

airbender taehyung

earth kingdom official namjoon

fire nation general yoongi

southern water tribe warrior seokjin

fairytale

robin hood hoseok x f!reader

rapunzel taehyung x f!reader

it girl

heather jimin + m!reader (feat namjoon)

hey there delilah hoseok x gn!reader

jessie’s girl namjoon x m!reader (feat hoseok)

jolene yoongi + f!reader (feat seokjin)

ophelia tae x m!reader

michelle jin x f!reader

sweet carolin jungkook x f!reader

wizard 101

balance student jin

ice student yoongi

storm student hoseok

myth student tae

fire student jungkook

life student namjoon

death student jimin

the ghost of you

come home again hoseok

poppy seeds namjoon

swear it is sweet yoongi

see me see you jin

in the walls where you live jimin

tell my story tae

just a ghost out of his grave jungkook

broken glass / jimin x trans m!reader x jungkook

broken glass: afterstory

does your mother know jungkook

you’re good to me yoongi (wasteland baby! spin off)

enchanted jimin x f!reader

roman holiday jin

prince tae x painter m!reader

firefighter namjoon x m!reader

tagging: anyone who wants to do this

#yes i know i have a lot #when will i get to these idk soon #dip rambles #tag game #wip game

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hxbistuff · 5 years ago

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One for all my trans homies ! ♡

I don’t have a -

Request: the reader comes out as trans male to the boys

I will write [___] instead of (y/n) or anything like that, just a heads-up!

It was late afternoon, a cold breeze sweeping through the streets. [___] was making his way home from the studio after a long day of recording the same song over and over again. He just couldn’t get it right, his voice never not sounding wrong in his ears. It was one of those days. Dysphoria clouding his every thought, making it hard to breathe. Wearing a binder for longer than recommended was also definitely not helping.

Keep reading

#male reader #male trans reader #bts x male reader #bts x trans reader #bts x trans male reader #trans male reader #bts lgbt #bts imagine #bts oneshot #bts #bts fluff #bts reactions #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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hoseoksactualass · 6 years ago

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delinquent's dilemma

part I

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: smut // a bit angst // a bit fluff

word count: 9k+

warning/s: gets smuttier the longer you read // oral (male receiving) // slight degradation (in the form of goading of course) // implications of abuse, violence, and alcohol usage // slice of life so not much plot yet

summary: bad boy having a crisis and everything that comes with it

HanSon (trans. One Hand) did not use to be HanSon. The four delinquents decided the title had a nice ring to their minor crimes once they snatched film major and transferee, Kim Taehyung into their rather roguish stratagems.

Hwangbo “Party” University had also decided the now five Hwangbo malefactors were more willingly cool guys than dickheads. Lives of the party. Heartthrobs, heartbreakers. Cue cool exit, serene smiling, slow motion.

And as it goes, the good guys of Hwangbo will go to heaven, but the bad boys? The HanSon-esque bad boys? They bring heaven to you.

Within the precincts of Hwangbo, there’s one university, and with the vicinity alone not being hollowed, “Party” University takes up most of its population. The Digital Media building is a large complex, continuing east and a few gravel steps from Minsu Hall, although stood more towards where the sun sets. It’s still a brisk walk from the tree passages that cluster closer to the separate theater building.

It’s the aged rooms of DigiMedia’s third floor anyway people with no inspiration to continue their portfolios like to coop up in, the same people still too on edge to submit them discontinued as well. You hate it, the way Taehyung holds his photobook too close to his face.

“I’m just looking, geez,” you lean forward again, picking at the edge of the blank page of your portfolio until it dog-eared. Then you go on another silent in-your-head rant about how your professors demanded soft and hard copies of your photographs. They’re probably failures in life who ask for hard copies ‘cause they don’t know how to open the soft ones, anyway, you huff. “Loosen up, newbie.”

“You loosen up. And the year’s ending,” he looks up from his work. His eyes are somewhere else in the room, though. “You’re the only one who calls me newbie by now,” but he says so like he doesn’t care, whole lower lip munched in thought of something else. Something more his status, you guess. You roll your eyes. You can tick the shit out of him, and he won’t have your head for it. He has better things to worry about than someone of the same major. And of the same bed. A few times.

“I call you that to spite you,” you shrug. He sits still, unperturbed by your vexing, a listless lift and wave of his hand when the other cluster of film majors in the room leaves without so as much as a word to you. “—but of course it doesn’t work,” you mumble the rest to yourself.

It’s hard not to look at him, anyway. He leans far against his chair, too tall for the back rest to meet his head, but he knows how to flaunt it. Raven black hair sweeping back, exhaustion he fakes, because he knows he looks good with the “exasperated” upturn in his brows, jaw flexing after a yawn. And you miss it, miss the validation you get from making him feel ecstatic inside you, the same validation you lack from being so stray from inspiration being a film major. The praise that leaves his lips, along with the dignity of being part of Hwangbo’s Bad Boys. His sounds. His hands.

You’re supposed to be checking in the dorm by now. This facade he had on wasn’t letting you. You lift your chair to an instant scoot next to him.

This is the game you like playing. You look at him like your only prospect is to, until he can stop pretending the skin where your eyes bore isn’t turning red like the rest of his troop taught him was the exact wrong way to respond.

“Hey, transferee, look at me,” you coo, a teasing edge to your tone, because you know the transferee label is put behind him. But you enjoy it, see the way he refuses to shrivel away from the new reputation of being the dashingly handsome addition to HanSon. It’s not like he wasn’t brought up well by these motherfuckers anyway, because he looks at you with a tight, bored lip and raised eyebrows like he’s taught. Hair disheveled gracefully, you nearly lose. Nearly.

You swipe your tongue over your lip, pulling it back to a nibble.

“Kiss me,” you say.

It’s like he’s prepared for this. He looks away, eyes torpidly slow as he tongues at the inside of his cheek.

“You can put your face between my legs in a heartbeat, but you won’t kiss me when I ask?,” you tease before he says anything.

He doesn’t budge, though. Doesn’t have to, when you can see it in the way he shifts in his seat. He exhales like he’s just had a throat-burning sip of something. “Look, _____, this— this?,” he gestures, moving his hand from you to him. “This is not— an “us” thing.” You gape, bored and unimpressed, but he’s too dumb to register it. Your hand’s too busy snaking up his thigh, anyway.

“Yeah, did Yejun teach you how to say that?,” you chaff. His eyes go still. “He’s an awful kisser, did you know that? Maybe that’s why he teaches his little minions like you to avoid letting the chicks kiss ‘em anywhere other than their dicks, yeah?,” you ghost your face awfully close to his.

It suits him, the errant maverick with money in his pockets look. He lets you tease him like it’s the only way he’ll show he’s not just the rich, new kid anymore, to you. Maybe that’s what makes it so exhilarating for the both of you. You with the forthcoming of fucking the Bad Boy out of him, and him toiling on proving you wrong. And maybe sneaking a picture up your skirt or something. He stares at your lips, licking at his own.

“Do you want your dick kissed first, big boy? Like Yejun taught you—oh,” you almost jump when Taehyung grabs your wrist, stunning you in your place where you almost climb atop him from your chair. He eyes you, tongue playing with his lip as if deciding what to do with you. Then before you can bully him more, he kisses you. It’s hot and filthy where you want him soft and moaning, but you give into it, into the direct amount of tongue like all he wants is to taste inside you. You doubt he wouldn’t have handled you like this even if he wasn’t part of uni’s cool kids.

You both pull away, audible breathing and Taehyung already wanting to shove his fingers past your waistband. You swat his hand away, though— something he’s learned he can’t stop you from doing, aiming for his neck like a blood-thirsty creature, wet lips across his jugular, and he smirks for it. “You’re something,” he half chuckles, letting you work his pants off, especially because he decided to wear the more tighter side of denim pants as if to really ask you to desire him.

“Yeah? How many times have you said that this week?”

“Five?,” he spits back, making you tug down on his boxers a little rougher. He watches you work with a shit-eating grin on his face, lax on his seat as you take his cock out. His heart beats fast being placed on a pedestal like this. Meant for praise.

“And how many times did you mean it?,” you pull the garments down, Taehyung sitting his ass back on his seat. He’s too dull to think you know he’s playing with your heart, so you pretend. Pretend like you’re a special fuck. “Hm?,” you kiss his chest through his shirt.

He plays into it, too. “Just this once, babe,” he half laughs, eyes a closed and contented flutter when you grip him taut by the base. You stroke him dry, tight pumps he hides his moans to. You can hear it, though. Under the baritone of his breaths is a soft choke. A tiny whimper. That’s what you want to hear. Loud. You kiss your way down, listening intently to the hitches in his breaths until you’re too far down to hear. You almost nose at his dick, licking a lewd line up like it’s porn. “Fuck,” he twinges.

He eyes your ass, curved out exaggeratedly in your bent position. With both his hands, he gathers your hair to a tight tail, resting the other on the edge of his seat. You make sure you look at him, see if you can beat the espresso of lust in his eyes, and you close your lips around the tip.

“Yeah, you look so good like this,” he breathes out, pushing your head down. You keep your tongue flat, hard against him so he can feel it. His hips kick. “Hm—god,” he says when you bring your mouth up again. You almost forget to breathe through your nose when you sink down on him until he bottoms out in your throat. There’s something about how hard he toils on not showing what’s simmering inside, getting off on the little fetish he’s developed ever since you had him by the dick, and when it’s your mouth, it’s endgame.

You watch him, sweat prominent, and it looks hot on him. The upturn of his knitted brows in an attempt to squint the overwhelming feeling of your squeezed cheeks away. You only want to revel in it more, so you suck him one of many ways you know he likes. Paced, tight, set out to make sure you make the boy at the top of uni’s hierarchy cum.

“Holy shit—taking it so well,” his head’s tilted, heaving of his chest almost meeting the hang of his chin when he tries to watch you back. Your face feels muggy, in no memory of what you really came here for, because it’s never really a battle between Film school and Taehyung’s dick. You moan against him. “Fucking—fuck,” he throws his head back, the longer cuts of the top of his hair hanging over the back of his head. Eyes shut, mouth ajar. It’s not long when you feel that discomfort between your legs, rubbing your thighs shut to cut it out, but the way he sounds when he’s like this only coaxes it out more. It’s when he’s about to cum he almost loses his cool card. Just almost.

But this time, you grind for it. You want the underskin of his face submerged in blood, until he has to plead you to slow down. You want his restrained growling to turn into loud whimpering. You can taste he’s close.

“C-Close—I’m close,” his hips stammer, and you don’t slow down. You have the audacity to mewl against his cock, hair a damp, sluggish mess in the hold of his fist; it tightens, tightens, and you’re out of breath and need to let up, but it’s sharp— his taste, so you let him push your head far down until your throat’s coating in him. “Fuck—yeah,” he freezes before he twinges hard, finishing with your nose pressed to his crotch and your face burning. “Ugh, fuck, look at me,” he coos softly.

You meet eyes, yours teary, and you make sure you aggrandize the look of it. The small simper in his face and his breathing is enough that it draws a hollow line in his cheeks, and he looks at you with full knowledge his cum’s lodged down your throat.

He has the bend of his index finger under your chin. His thumb is soft against the edge of your lip.

You stare at each other like this. This, and you’re certain of it, is something no one like Sok Yejun had taught him. It’s one thing to be taught to fuck like a jock, but no one’s taught Taehyung how to take it like a demon. Your lips are still wet. He wipes with his thumb, a royal look on his face. He tilts your head so he can look in your mouth.

“Swallow,” he bites his lip. There’s a surge of want inside you. You keep your eyes on him when you attach your lips tightly and gulp down his fluids, making sure your face doesn’t twist. It’s like you wait to be fed again. But all you get is him fixing his pants up and checking his phone for the time. “I gotta go,” he straightens up. It’s almost as if you snap into your senses, scooting back into your seat. There’s a soft love tap on your cheek.

“With—With the boys, right?,” you’re picking at your portfolio again, eyes too wide when you look up at him.

He looks at you like he needed that response, as if making sure you know you’re not getting anything in return for now. “Yeah, see you?”

You throw caution to the wind and smack his ass with a rather loud “See ‘ya, new kid” when he makes his way to the exit.

Then, you’re aware it’s 7:30 something in the evening, and that only means one thing: dormmates stopped waiting on you for dinner.

You don’t know what you’re supposed to call it, but it keeps you up. It has something to do with the words skipping dinner, or maybe your mind’s winded up too loud again to let your eyes feel so as much as a hint of sleepy. You lay on your other side. You aren’t loud, but your shuffling’s repetitive enough that it may be discerned by Ri-na who you share a wall with.

You sit up; there’s cold sweat making your shirt stick to your back, and it’s like routine. You grab your DSLR. What makes sense to you now is that whatever the living fuck it was that was keeping you awake, you’ll freeze it into a photo, disheartened that ISO 100 is too dark for there to be no noise in the product, but it’s enough that you aren’t tossing in bed anymore.

Yoo-mi is sound across you. She’s a simple human for a simple room, one side to her personality like there’s four corners in the room you share, and her feet always peeks out from under her blanket when she sleeps. She sleeps with a smile, too, and it makes you wonder what great nightly torment you could have avoided if you weren’t a film student. It’s still too creepy to put that slumbrous smile in your portfolio, so you settle to the window.

There’s a certain exposure you want to capture. You depict the fine finish of your portfolio in your head, and it’s as much a heartwarmer as hot cocoa on a holiday and the viewfinder being a perfect fit for your eye. It’s a fleet-footed walk to the male dormitory. The building stands a twin so near, you can’t see the walkway from the floor you’re in. The window across yours has vertical blinds. You pull up yours and open the window next.

Before you can even lift the camera to your face, perched on the windowsill and overlooking the stories below you, you’re caught by something, someone leaning against the wall of the male dorm. He’s too far below, but it’s not that high that you don’t see the fogging of his breath in the night.

Taehyung is easy to recognise. That’s also what everyone thought the first time they ever saw him nearly ten months ago in the confines of Hwangbo University. Attractive like he is in his element now, head leant on the wall, hair still and straight over his forehead, almost tickling his eyes, knees bent as armrests, and hands fiddling with each other. You think of taking a photo, but that’s not what you do.

You:

Up here

Sent 12:14 a.m.

Bummer if he didn’t take his phone out with him, but that isn’t the case when you see his pocket light up. He perks up like he’s just realised what trance he had been in. You put your camera away, arms folded to your chest when you make sure you safely perch out enough that he sees. The way he perks his head up is cute, and more so when his lips pull into a smile. He doesn’t wave. Just hangs his head again and types.

Transferee sent you a message:

how’d you know i was here?

Sent 12:15 a.m.

You:

Was trying for my portfolio but saw u instead

What are u doing down there?

Sent 12:15 a.m.

He runs his hand through his hair but from the back, burying his fingers under the hair on the back of his head. Soft scratching, and you take note of that as something you’ll use when you’re both naked and on each other in the haze of an afterfuck. He stalls before typing as if rereading your second message.

Transferee sent you a message:

smd again and i’ll tell you?

Sent 12:16 a.m.

You:

Do u lowball every girl you talk to?

Sent 12:16 a.m.

Transferee sent you a message:

it’s just you, for now

also srsly come down here

Sent 12:16 a.m.

There’s also this thing about Taehyung. It’s predominant in the way he tucks his phone into his pocket, shakes his hair from his eyes, and looks up at you. It’s not like you would sneak out 3 hours past the curfew just to meet up with one of the campus’ most cardinal personalities, but he looks at you like you know you’re gonna sneak out anyway. And like hell you wouldn’t now.

Hwangbo University is coined Party University for the exact reason that nobody gives a fuck what you do anyway. It’s no different than others, but here, it’s almost heritage. If you listen close enough, beneath the dorm floors is a boosted bass and clinking beer bottles, but you tiptoe carefully nevertheless like you’ll be taunted by the slightest hint of sound you make.

When you step outside, continue a few meters to the left, and make a sharp hairpin turn with your feet, Taehyung sits where you left him save for the way his head’s pointed directly at you like he was looking that way this whole time. Oh, and you have the strap of your DSLR camera around your neck. You still hold it in place, though, and the way he sits there and just gapes at you makes you act by impulse. You snap a picture, and he couldn’t care any less. After all, it’s the zeal you have as a film student Taehyung lingers with, because there’s always something to him about making you cum and seeing your eyes get lost when you’re thinking about taking pictures again.

“Hi,” you blink. You walk until you’re close enough to notice the drying wet of his hair.

“Was with them,” he clears his throat before you ask.

“HanSon?”

There’s a pause. He sucks in his lips into a thin line and nods. Flits of moments like this with him were dubious. Around the four jocks that were HanSon, Taehyung stood inches taller, but he wears their signature smirk on his face like he didn’t have to learn it. Now in the way he’s sat next to where you squat down, he seems like someone you never met, although uncannily familiar of. Soft, blinking eyes with eyelashes that arrow straight down. He’s thinking, but of what, you have no idea. What you know is that he looks spent. Guilt-ridden, almost.

“What’s on your mind?,” you lean forward, tilting to your head to take a good look at him.

“You,” he jokes, looking up with a smug smile from where he hangs his head, but it gets you somewhere in the chest anyway. “And a lot of other things.”

“And a lot of other girls,” you sit your butt down, mimicking the way he sat when you were still stories above him.

“Yeah, no,” he exhales like he’s just taken a swig of something you don’t know of. He lugs in his place, ass heavy, but he already has your full attention.

You let the night allow you to act like an airhead. “Oh? A playboy is thinking about just one girl?”

“Shut up,” he knows you’re messing around, though, half laughing as he hangs his head to the ground.

The night is very noisy to you, through pictures at least. Grain and shit exposure from the light, and it closes around your ears like it’s sound. It’s grain as well— how Taehyung was acting. It was as if you were coaxing for something like a spoilt child and are now shut up for being served it directly. He’s soft-spoken, lit evenly on the edges of his skin. You can’t bring yourself to take another picture.

“Every HanSon kickback’s just starting to feel like a fucking meeting,” he almost laughs when he says it. You blink at the slur on his tongue. His voice softens when he continues, though, so he could blame you for listening in on what sick problems he’s witnessed instead of making you believed he’s saying them by choice. He is saying them by choice, just makes it sound like the former. “Force me to get drunk, exchange sick pictures of girls, record their body count, hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they made me suck their dicks.”

You feel slightly bad that it’s the second thing he mentioned that sticks. You flatten every crease on the silk of your shorts, but it only makes you look more like you don’t know how to respond. All you’ve ever done was try to fuck him until he cried and have a go at his expensive cameras— both you’d fail at. So you’re shoved under the limelight at something you knew was coming but was too abrupt. He doesn’t wait for your response, anyway. At least he doesn’t sound like he is.

Now, he’s picking at a pebble and scratching it at the gravel next to his feet. “Yejun talks an awful mouthful about you,” he says that like he waits for you to say something.

It’s kin to making you look bad— how it’s just now you respond. “I don’t give a fuck about Yejun.” You do about what he says, though. Probably something about your tits. Then now, you’re not so sure.

“Yeah, well, he seems to give a lot of fucks about that one time you slept together—”

“We didn’t sleep together, Tae,” there’s a ludicrous grit to your teeth and your head snapping up at him. He meets eyes but doesn’t move, and his gape is like an extinguisher that waters at your nerves lest he’d like to see you combust. Everyone in uni knows about what Yejun says about someone. About you, and everyone wears it like a fucking medal, beating you to the ground, because they worship he who’s an ace at lacrosse just as much as he bases making out off hentai. You hate his guts, but the recoil in Taehyung’s eyes tells you it’s a story for another day. “I don’t give a fuck about anything about him.”

The air around the pair of you is as off-putting as acrid smoke. “Wanna know what he says?”

“I said I don’t give a fuck—”

“Wanna know what he says?,” his voice gets louder, you have to perk your head up to see if anyone’s looking at you behind something. You feel like crying.

“No, Taehyung, I don’t want to. I hate it.”

You don’t know what you mean when you say it. It carries enough load to lift off what you feel in the dip of your sternum. It also might be hunger. “Me, too,” he softens again.

“Then why do you tolerate him?”

“Can we talk about this another time? I feel sick.”

“Just tell me why.”

“My room,” he stands up, dusting his bottom. You aren’t aware, but you straighten up and try to buff yourself at the chest like he isn’t nearly a foot taller.

“You let me come down here and say shit everyone knows has been eating away at my fucking brain, and when I ask you why you fucking hang out with Sok Yejun, you—”

“In. My. Room,” all you see is red until he’s clutched you by your wrist again. It’s rainy weather short of coming off as some bad drama. “Let’s talk about this in my room. Not out here where he could be fucking listening. He has ears everywhere; I would know.”

It’s true, but you scoff anyway, feet leaden when you follow him until you’ve reached the steps of the male dormitory. It’s then you sneak even if it’s easy. The building is no different from the female’s next to it, save for something you can’t pinpoint due to the form of your disposition being asked about your past encounters with Sok Yejun; the thought of the name was even more repugnant to you.

“Go ahead. You know where my room is,” Taehyung remains composed, a few steps behind you and hands in his pockets. You felt like bait being pushed, surrounded by unwanted testosterone and dreadful silence.

“Don’t be cocky,” you spit, but you’ve been to his room enough times that your feet recollect it more than your mind does. Second floor, third room from the staircase at the far end of the hall. It’s exactly the same as before. Not that there were slivers of moments his room stood a different way; it just always seemed still. Stagnant, not lived in, maybe a bit too clean. You only realise you’re actually astood in the room when he closes the door behind him. “So tell me.”

“Tell you what?,” he hasn’t moved into the light, but it’s enough that you see the stern of his expression.

You glare at him. “Why you kiss up to your... gang,” you say the last word, stressing the repulsion on your tongue.

“I’m quitting.”

You can be pissed at the way he has you by his surprises again, but it’s not like quitting HanSon wasn’t a good thing. It’s what you’d have a sit down with him to debate on, words from a victim’s perspective, something you’d feel content in seeing contemplation in the way he’d chew on his lip, but now he propositions directly over what you’ve been dwelling on and never had the balls to straightforwardly say to him.

“I... You’re the only person I could tell,” he seems apologetic. “I know I fuck around a lot, but there’s... other shit we’ve done, and I pretend I like it,” he fiddles with his fingers, a fake, hesitant, heartbreaking smile on his lips. “I’m out this time.”

“You’re—,” you swallow. “—so confusing, but I-”

“I don’t want Yejun making me do shitty things anymore. Bad things. It’s not me.”

You don’t know what Taehyung’s seen. Contrite is what you feel for letting the fact he’s tolerated what you know goes on in HanSon over the fact Taehyung seems sincere about change; you almost couldn’t stand the reality that you had slept with him and will continue to. “Jesus, Tae,” you palm at your head as if feeling for sickness. You sigh and set your camera on his desk behind you. “What have they done to you?”

He looks like he might cry. “You understand me, right?”

You rub at your shorts again like it flats out your nerves. “I... do. Yeah.”

Your hands play at the edge of his desk behind you, your stance an unintentional invitation for Taehyung to bring himself closer to you, but the way he does it seems like he wouldn’t have left you a choice anyway. “You do? You believe me?”

“I don’t know why it’s hard not to when you’re suddenly not a fucking airhead anymore.” He gulps. You search his eyes, but he doesn’t look at you. His eyes are downcast to your lips, but you greet the angst of it with the fanning of his hot breath. “Look at me.”

He does instantly, meeting eyes, and you’d lie if you would say there was nothing you felt inside at that. You crack a slow smile, trying to get the foul of the air to light up, and it’s easy when he’s vulnerable like this, this being the first cases of many. He smiles back sheepishly, hit by the realisation that he’s stripped his softness bare in front of you, and in no time, the pair of you had bowed your heads in fits of soft laughing. You weren’t one to wish for time to freeze, but there was something about it you’d consider at this very minute. It doesn’t take long before Taehyung is biting down on the back of his hand in an attempt to choke himself down on his own boxy laughter, voice cracking that stubborn way when he’s laughing too hard. It’s contagious, and you laugh at each other like this, Taehyung trying to turn away from you, but you always scramble to his direction like you can’t get enough of him.

“What are you doing? Are you crying?,” you tease, on your toes to get a good look at his face. He doesn’t need to answer, his finger wiping stray tears on the corner of his eyes sufficing. His laughs slow to faint chuckles, but he still turns away from you like any more second spent looking at you would kill his guts.

“Fuck off, I’m not crying; this is just—,” he interrupts himself with laughter yet again, bending over lest he wants his ribs to stab himself. The smile on your face was something that made your cheeks start to ache. Pure amusement. “I just— never thought I’d fucking hate Yejun now, when he took me in.”

You roll your eyes. “He didn’t take you in; you had a fuckable face, and he knew HanSon would look good with you in it,” you sneer— an excuse to turn your head away, because his face is too close. He looks at your lips like he gets off on your cursing. The air stills somehow, settling hot on the both of you, and you’re puzzled at the flush on your face, because you were never flustered like this. “...but who am I to say?,” your voice falters in a second attempt to search his eyes, but all he was fixated on was your lips.

“Uhuh,” he tongued at his cheek. You try to look over his shoulder, maybe somewhere in the corner of his room, but it doesn’t work. You try to huff out a laugh.

“Stop pretending I’m not here, you dick— oomph!”

Against his own desk is where Taehyung feverishly kisses you, your breaths held tight at the action, and he does so like he had been waiting for this for a stretch of time. He lets his lips linger for a little longer, completely sucking away your breath before he makes you catch it when he tongues down your neck as if ready to sink his teeth down on your skin any second. The thought makes you tremble. “I want you,” he mutters, kissing your torso down from through your shirt, eyes locked on yours. You sit down on the desk, unperturbed at its slight creaking down. “Since the moment you walked down in these. Showing so much skin,” he pulls the waistbands of your shorts and panties down, and your breath jerks at the sudden waft of air. “I’m sorry— just let me touch you.”

“Slowly,” you whisper. Taehyung gets on his knees swiftly anyway, lifting your right leg to prop on his shoulder before he kisses in to your thigh. “Don’t be mean,” you sigh, softly tugging at his hair. He smirks. “If you’re gonna eat me out out of the blue after going all heart to heart with me, don’t stall.”

“What, you minx? Can’t you let me see how wet you are for me first?,” he speaks with innocence in his tone. You nibble on your lip. He drags his index finger along your slit up and lets the minimal fluid slide to the hood of your clit. You inhale sharply. “Wanna taste you.”

“So do it,” you tug on his hair again, this time trying to drag your nails across his scalp, and he shivers so you know it works. He kisses the mound of your crotch, scratching certain that you hear it when he takes in your scent.

“I really wanna,” he licks you up, kitten strips across your clit, and you hiss at its burn. You yank at his hair, and he groans. “Make this cunt all fucking mine.”

“Fuck—more, Tae,” you brush his hair from his forehead. There’s a gentle way to how he looks up at you, but it’s nothing soft. He still has that entity with him, something set out for something. “Please.”

You have him at that, lips and tongue on perfect bearing to have you falling apart on his face. He eats you out for the object of it, like he projects his gulped down stress into your pussy; coping has never tasted sweeter.

Your eyes shut, brows downturned like you plead for it. Trying to keep shut, but it seems that’s not what he wants when he delves in harder. Your body twinges. “G-God—fuck-”

Having you on his face is something he always gets done. He’s obsessed with it. He’ll keep his eyes peeled for every roll of your hips and the way your face twitches at his tongue, but that was not the case tonight. The disconcerted of his dick in his pants is something that takes over, and before you could even yank at his hair more, he’s stood up, leaving your knees wobbly. He spins your imbalance so your back is pressed against his front, lips going straight for your neck again. You could feel his bulge from behind you, and with what fervor you have to grind your ass against him you use.

“No one can get you half as wet as this,” he mutters into your ear. Your hairs stand. You keen into him, the bend of your back making the only space between you when he pulls your ass even tighter against his crotch, rutting the fabric of his pants wet. “Say it,” he nibbles on your ear. “Please.”

You shut your eyes, trying to pull at him from behind, combing at his hair. “No one gets me this wet, Tae.”

“Damn right,” his hand travels down your front, pressing down on your stomach like he feels your guts in preparation. With his other hand, he pulls down his waistbands and presses the solid of his cock right against your back. “No one’s been fucking you like I do?”

“No one’s been fucking me,” you grit your teeth as he lifts your leg so your knee is propped on his desk. You let his sounds reverberate in your mind, still breaths, but you hear the taut of it. The baritone of his mutters. “So please fuck me.”

You almost hate the suppulent sound in your voice, but there’s something about being around Taehyung that made you ache for him. It hurt you somewhere you didn’t want to say was your heart when you recalled the painstaking look on his face mere minutes ago, telling you he was done with whatever shit HanSon made him put up with. He touches you like that’s all he’s invested in. Not his reputation. Not the girls he’s brought here before. Not his fucking beer count.

“Beg me again,” he slides the tip of his cock along your slit. You inhale sharply at the feeling, trying to push yourself back on him, but now he holds your hips still. Taehyung had never talked this much. All you did before was fuck each other hard then get going, and now you come with the revelation that maybe he was taught to fuck like this. It’s Yejun’s fuck ‘er ‘n go rules, and tell the bitch she shouldn’t catch feelings even if she already had. “Beg me,” he repeats.

“Taehyung, please,” you huff through the mettle on your teeth, the floor feeling weak below you. “You fucking feel it; I’m soaking—please fuck me.”

You feel a smirk etch its way onto his face, and he presses that attitude into the side of your face, driven by the lit up scent of your skin. His hand moves lower, circles to your clit lead by his middle finger, and it’s almost like you crumble. “You look perfect like this.”

“I get that a lot,” you hiss, keening so your head is lulled onto his shoulder. His hand squeezes somewhere on your hip.

“Don’t get cocky now,” he presses a wet kiss to your hair, his cock teasing you with soft ruts of his hips like he was teasing only you.

“Please, Taehyung,” you’re lost where you want your hips, against his fingers or the arousal of his he lets slide from behind you.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want.”

“I wanna hear you say it,” he breathes gravelly into you, every second making you feel more bare and empty.

“God—I want-,” you catch your breath. “—your cock—inside me. Please.”

He grabs open a drawer, almost yanking it from its socket, and all you hear is the sound of opening plastic before he growls against your ear, slowly inching his length inside you, under the mercy of your pleas.

“Yes, like that,” you whimper, eyes instantly falling shut, relying weight on wherever he had you on his grip. Taehyung instantly picks up on his pace after pulling out to thrust himself inside again. “Yes—fuck, Taehyung.”

He’s just as broken down as you are, rampant breaths washing you and sharp thrusts that hit right where you’ve been craving. “So fucking wet—you’re so wet,” he nuzzles his nose to your ear. “This is all mine,” he whispers, voice wavering.

“A-All yours,” you mewl, eyes clouding with tears, clawing at whatever skin you could reach behind you. Your jaw’s slack opened, whimpering at the feeling you try to soften, but each motion comes after the other, and it doesn’t help that he breathes heavy down your neck. You could hear that jerking whimpers you’ve always aimed for.

“Taking it so well—fuck,” he moans, hanging his head before dragging his teeth along the crook of your neck, eyes blown and hooded; you can perfectly picture it from where you were lit up by the horizontal seeps of light from his window blinds. “Dripping all over my cock—”

You swallow, the scorch of your throat gulped down before you can make another sound, and you make more than you intend to. Your body wrenches at every thrust, earning the both of you a grunt from the creaking desk each time. You give rein to the pure filth of it, fucking your thoughts away in the dead of the night, and Taehyung makes it count.

“Just—like that—ohgod,” you clench around him, and he welcomes it, drawing a tight groan from his throat. He has an obsession for the moment, not giving a fuck that his hair has fallen completely over his eyes; his head was wrapped around the sordid sounds of slapping skins and the way you lolled into him like you would fall to pieces if he wasn’t holding you up.

“Tell me who else can fuck you like this,” he sears.

“N-No one else,” it’s almost pathetic how quick you answer. Your gut starts to pull.

“I’m gonna make you not want to fuck anybody but me,” he vents to you, and the air condenses on your skin, beads of sweat you only gain awareness of when you feel the wear of your body. “This cunt’s—all fucking mine.”

“Y-Yes,” you’re hung upon the sensation, tears watering your cheeks, and your sight filtered in hot white. “I’m—I’m close.”

“Let it go,” he exhales, rutting his hips to catch up, and it only makes the sensation of your own orgasm hotter on your tail. “C-Cum all over me—,” his moan stutters. You feel him bow his head onto your shoulder again.

You bite into your own hand, salivating it and quaking to your edge. It comes abruptly; you nearly fall over, taken by some form of plaintive moaning, and all you feel is him making use of the tightening of your cunt.

“Nggh—I—not yet, not yet,” he grunts, crotch ramming incredibly fast before he’s pulling your body down on his like he wants to drown in you, a string of moans leaving his lips, stopping himself from letting his own orgasm take over. You revel in the sound and the use you feel down there. He tries to soften around the edges, but he keeps you where you are, pressed to his front, panting. He breathes heavily, embraces you like this. You can’t think of any place better, though you don’t know why. He presses his lips on your shoulder when he pulls out, the unsoiled condom tied to a knot and dipped into the bin under his desk before he rips open another one. “Get on the bed,” he hasn’t caught his breath yet.

“I just came,” you comply and complain, throwing your top over your head and leaving your bra for him to undo.

You watch him roll on another condom like it’s a chore. “Should’ve lasted longer than that then,” he turns, crawling towards you with a jerk of his head to swipe his hair off his face. The ambience of the night is soft on his skin. You grab at his shirt like it’s a present, and somewhere you don’t see, you hear him kick his undergarments off.

What makes you go stiff is the bruise you see on his left rib. A loud contrusion that’s darker where the light doesn’t hit. You move your fingers to your lips in hesitation. “How’d you get this?,” is what you go for, knowing too well it had something to do with whatever fucking ritual Yejun made his minions go through.

He grabs your free hand before you’re able to ghost your fingertips over the bruise. He pins it next to your head. “Story for another day. Lift your back,” he mumbles, and you receive it, unmoving like the purple of his rib would make him break at the faintest twinge of your body.

“But you’re telling me after,” you shuffle your head, static against his sheets and kiss his hand where he holds you down. “Or nothing’s stopping me from beating the shit out of Yejun.”

“Careful, hellcat,” he slides himself down, descends so he’s level with your breasts.

“I’m serious; I’ve had enough of that piece of fuck,” you speak. Taehyung likes the particular way you speak through the clench in your jaw. He presses a soft kiss to your chest.

“Hold back for me,” he whispers into your skin. “Don’t want any trouble.”

“Look who’s just become an angel,” you shoot him a glare, but he takes it with a boxy giggle, and now, you feel like schmaltz. “Are you gonna tell me you don’t want me to get hurt next?”

He doesn’t want you to get hurt, but with the hovering connotation of your question, he takes it as something he’ll keep to himself. “No, I just want you to stop talking.”

As soon as his grip on your wrist falters, you roll him over so you’re sat atop him. His body registers it slower than his mind, so the smirk he has painted across his face says different than the reluctant crouch on his upper body. “Let the bad guy do the work tonight,” you send him a faultless smile, balancing your crotch above his, your hand wrapped around his shaft.

“Hair.”

“Huh?”

“Wanna see your face,” he bites his lip. Your face feels hot, but you tuck one side of your hair behind your ear anyway. You have a glance at him staring at where you try to sink down on him before he looks at your face again, and you look down. A little awkward, but he likes how your face shudders. He hums low; you almost don’t hear it, but you feel it somewhere in your chest.

“Ah, sh-shit,” you curse, hissing through your teeth. It doesn’t stop you from sinking all the way down anyway, rocking your hips so you find where it hits you right. “You’re so—big.”

“Yeah?,” he leans back, grabbing pillows and stuffing whatnot behind him. He brushes through his fringe, stopping mid-brush-up when you make a distinct sound that makes him twitch. “Yeah, fuck yourself on that cock.”

You shudder, raising your hips and descending again. “Ugh, shit.”

You make a sharp inhale that zips through seized teeth, repeating your motion. The feeling of him filling you up with each stroke was nearly overwhelming, but you take it for him, straightening your back and pulling a prettily fucked out face. “Fucking perfect,” he says, hazed eyes. Tranced.

“O-Oh—f-,” you hold that letter in a hard bite down on your lip, trying to keep your eyes open. Taehyung bathes in it. Think it’s more of a struggle than a show. Men pride themselves in things like this, and women know just exactly how to play pawn. Until they decide not to. You inhale sharply again, leaning yourself over him and pressing your palms beside him, close enough that he feels your breath on his face. “C-Come on, good boy, let it out.”

His eyes go awake, slightly open mouth morphing into an eager O, watching the way your eyes are hooded so your eyelashes almost brush against your cheek. Your voice sounds so sultry to him.

“You tell me how good I feel,” you steady your pace, a paced bounce that he wants to meet in a kick of his hips, but you have him in his place. “It’s okay, you have it in you,” you tease. “What, do I have to call you a slut?”

“F-Fuck you,” his voice quivers, a drunken flush covering his face, and the furrowing of his brows gradually downturning. He gets fucking lost in the feeling; he loses definition of a climax, because everything at the moment was just raw pleasure.

“Come on, cuntslut, say it.” You see him fist at the sheets.

“G-God—it’s fucking good,” he shivers an exhale, his head craning where you want to fit yours. “So good,” it comes off as a tight whisper, a restrained squeal.

“That’s right—nggh,” you try to hold yourself up, slouched back straight again, and yet again, he twitches at your sound. He’s at your mercy. You skid yourself to a stop, catching your breath before you pick up your pace, and the burn in your thighs is something you ignore. “Oh my fucking god.”

Taehyung loses it, the pull in his abdomen loosening for seconds as he moans a string of glorious sounds— something deep and something he tries to stop. He pulls one side of the bed sheet too hard. “F-Faster,” he whines for it. And he has the audacity to say, “—please, baby.”

You obey, bouncing against him, every motion choking your moans from you. Then he’s not so afraid to get submissively loud anymore, a twist to his face like he’s having it for the first time. “Taehyung,” you mewl.

“Yeah, fucking—,” his eyes shut, interrupting himself with a growl that goes all the way inside you. Your body feels scorched.

“C-Can’t,” you huff. “Gonna give out.”

“Get down here,” he says. You fall against him, lips meeting, his dick tucked warm inside you before he grabs a fistful of your hair from behind to pull you up. His hips start kicking. Brutally fast while he watches you take it on top of him. “Making a mess all over me.”

Then it’s you who fucking loses it. Spit smeared on the corner of your lip, and you don’t know who it belongs to, groaning like there’s no other way to express it. Drooping eyes you lock with his. He tongues at his lower lip.

“Are you gonna cum?,” his pants get louder.

You nod, swallowing, wrapping your body around the feeling.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he laughs, but it only gets bitten down by a strangled moan. “Cumming again for me, hm?,” he fucks harder. It’s guaranteed the room he shares a wall with could wake up to these foul sounds.

You nod again. The twist inside unravels fast, but you keep your eyes open to look at him, your hands tugging at wherever the fuck it had in its grasp.

“I’m close, too, so—fucking close,” he ruts to the feeling of your cunt clenching. You whimper, weight breaking down onto his body, and you let him fuck you until he spurts hard. You kiss up his jaw as he finishes, a squint to his eyes as if you weren’t there, and you feel all of his body stammer, an engine sputtering to a stop. “Don’t... move yet,” he sighs.

The heaving of your chests go in sync, heavy and quick to take back in all the exhaled breaths, nude of your bodies still interlocked and besmirched in sweat. You don’t know what time it is, but it looks good on your skins. Through the small line of vision your sleepy eyes allow. You remember Taehyung sliding off from below you before darkness follows. It’s instant. No tossing or turning, and you’ll wake up the same way.

You wake up a different way, cradled sticky to his chest with a hot shirt and some loose-fitting boxers. Somehow, the sound of Taehyung’s breathing is something you easily register into the morning. Like it’s as systematic as the tweet of birds or the start of day’s traffic just right outside the campus.

The room’s made more at home with the day old strewn clothes on his floor. It’s tranquil and awfully early to be up, but enough light seeps through his blinds that you feel it fuzzing from your toes; you’re awake. You turn to Taehyung, somewhere still in deep slumber, sleeping like he’s afloat, weightless. He has his right arm lazily tossed over your torso. Enough so you could sneak off him, but you don’t.

You spend a trace of your Monday morning like this, before you both have to start the day at 3 p.m. attending a class on the History of European Cinema. While you found that lesson boring than signed up for, Taehyung, on the other hand, studied that shit as hard as he spent time grinding down on video games. In all truth, he’s taught you to appreciate the course for more than just being a requirement for your major. You feel his nose against your cheek.

“Is it Tuesday?,” he grumbles. “We have a lecture at 9.”

You turn to face him. He still has his eyes closed, and you wipe the muck off your eyes before he gets a chance to see it. “It’s Monday.”

“What was it again?”

“What?,” you push yourself up, resting your head on your palm. He stays still.

“His first name... something—um, Kieślowski,” he mumbles with loose lips. He never gets the pronunciation right, so you bet he knows Kieślowski‘s first name and just needs you to articulate it for him.

“Polish director and screenwriter,” you mumble these words to yourself before recollecting rather loudly, “Krzysztof.”

“Yeah. That dude,” he shifts, trying to tighten his arm around you, but you’re half sat up so he forces his eyes open. “What time is it?”

“Don’t know,” you smile at him, at the uneven squint in his eyes, but you look at them and know they feel heavy still. The idea of having hours ahead of you that can be spent doing absolutely nothing didn’t feel as much of a drain now that you’ve started it in bed with Taehyung. “I’d say around 6.”

He drops his jaw in some form of showing his disgust. “You know I never get up this early,” and with that, his eyes shut again, and he prods his face deeper into the pillows.

You’re too lazy to check the actual time, but something about the air and the inert of all the sounds gives you so much leeway to mess around in Taehyung’s bed. You cuddle up next to him, nosing on his shoulder. You can see the bruise clearer on his left side now where the sun strikes, so much so that you can see all the broken blood vessels asking for their lives back. There’s a sick yellow tinge to it, too, until Taehyung feels you staring. “About your bruise,” you bring up before he could ask.

“I said that was for another day. Why are you still in my room?”

“Dude, fuck you,” you nudge at him, making him pull an exaggerated ow and skid farther from you. “Gonna give you another bruise if you don’t tell me tomorrow.”

He remains unmoving. “Low blow, _____.”

“To your balls. And I’m not apologising,” you sit up, involuntarily stretching. Taehyung takes comfort in the shadow of your body, nuzzling up into a ball with a slow shiver, but that comfort doesn’t last when you straighten up and gather your clothes.

You leave after a few minutes, and there’s something about asking you out of his room Taehyung dreads before he’s knocked out again.

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