#bts v smut

[edytae]

Mirror s*x (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

(do not interact if you are underage)

pairing: non-idol!Taehyung x (female) reader

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut, pure filth, sex in a bathroom, unedited.

word count: 17.2K

A/N: unedited

masterlist | drunk love | inexperienced | you’re mine | Spoiled |take a break | heat | Puppy Daddy |

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“You are crazy,” you announced, watching Taehyung’s reflection in the mirror as he fumbled with the button of his pants. His hands moved quickly, but the urgency made him sloppy.

“Thanks,” he shot back bratty, clicking his tongue before flashing you a playful wink. His dark eyes were fixed on yours through the mirror, the mischief in them unmistakable.

You took your place. Your hands gripped the sink tightly, the cold porcelain grounding you as the heat between you two grew unbearable. He stepped closer to have your ass comfortably rest on his crotch again. You could feel him watching you—his eyes hungry, devouring every inch of your reflection as he pulled you in position.

You looked at him pointedly while his smirk grew. A loud cheer came outside of the door to the new song playing. “We don’t have much time.” You reminded him while Taehyung slowly chewed a non-existent gum. 

“We have all the time in the world, baby.” He dragged his knuckles down the fat of your ass, across the curve of your waist, teasing you until you felt like you might combust from frustration. His hands, then, revealed your peach to his eyes by lifting your skirt. 

His lips curled and a whistle left his mouth. “You were hiding this under?” Taehyung’s long fingers skimmed along the stitches of your flimsy thong.

“Taehyung…” You complained. “You said this would be quick!” Your ass shook in Taehyung’s hands. 

His eyes met yours. He was as frustrated as you were. “Don’t rush me.” He commanded. His hand came down on your ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the small bathroom. You gasped, your body jerking involuntarily at the sudden contact, a mixture of surprise and pleasure shooting through you. His hand lingered, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as his dark eyes met yours in the mirror.

“What have—” Your animated voice filled Taehyung’s ears before he gave you another smack. This time on the other cheek.

Your breath hitched as the pain spread. Taehyung's fingers traced slow, lazy circles over the reddened skin where he had just spanked you. He wanted to get on his knees and kiss the bruised skin, but if he went down now, he knew you would complain ten times more.

“I wanna eat your ass so bad…” He slurred.

Your body peeked, “You can’t!” You immediately opposed, but Taehyung’s hooded eyes looked at you beggingly. “Taehyung, we can’t do that here. Later, okay?” 

There was no way you could let Taehyung get on his knees in this filthy frat house bathroom.

Taehyung felt his eyes fill with tears. Would it be too dramatic if he cried?

“Promise me?” He asked sternly.

You nodded while his hands grabbed fistfuls of your ass. 

Your agreement brought a smile back to Taehyung’s lips as he continued kissing you. His lips mostly focused on your neck as he pressed your back to his chest.,

“Shh!” He cooed every time your back arched. “Keep that ass moving…” He reminded when your hips got tired. 

A frustrated whimper escaped your lips, but Taehyung didn’t let up. His hips pressed against you with purpose, each slow grind pushing you closer to the edge, teasing you just enough to keep you craving more. He smirked against your skin, knowing exactly what he was doing.

You tried to keep up, to keep moving your hips as he wanted, but the overwhelming pleasure made it hard to focus. Your breaths came out in shaky gasps, your hands gripping the sink so tightly your knuckles turned white. “Taehyung,” you whimpered, your voice strained with desperation. “I can’t… I’m so close…”

“Not yet,” he growled softly, his tone both firm and reassuring. His hands slid up your sides, one of them slipping under your shirt to grasp your breast, squeezing gently. "You're going to hold out for me."

“Taehyung…” you whispered; your voice barely audible but thick with desire. “I can feel how hard you are… it's driving me crazy.”

His reaction was immediate. A low growl rumbled in his chest as his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his breath warm and ragged. “Is that turning you on, baby?” he murmured, his tone smug but laced with the same arousal coursing through you.

Your body responded instinctively, pressing back against him, craving more of the heat, more of the friction. “So much,” you confessed, your breath catching as his hardness rubbed against you with every subtle movement. “I need you so bad, Taehyung… I can't take it anymore.”

He chuckled softly, his hips grinding slowly into you, making sure you felt every inch of him. “I can tell,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “You're soaking wet for me, baby. I can feel that too.” His words sent another wave of heat through you, and you let out a soft whimper, pushing your hips back harder in response. 

His calm demeanour was maddening, but the way he looked at you—his gaze dark, intense, and filled with hunger—made you want to give yourself over to him completely. His grip on you was firm, possessive.

He leaned down, his breath hot against your neck. "You feel too good on my dick," he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. The slow drag of his hardness of jeans between your slick folds had you trembling. His fingers dug into your hips as he controlled the rhythm, ensuring you felt every inch of him with each torturous grind.

You whimpered, your body aching for more, but Taehyung was in no rush. His eyes stayed locked on yours through the mirror, watching every flicker of desperation and need that passed over your face. "Tell me what you want, baby," he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

"I want you inside me," you pleaded breathlessly, your voice shaking as your hips bucked back against him. "Please, Taehyung… I can't wait anymore."

A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his lips as he adjusted his stance behind you. He guided himself to your entrance, teasing you with the tip, not yet giving you what you craved. He was drawing it out, savouring every second of your impatience. "You want it that bad?" he asked, his tone taunting but thick with his own barely contained need.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice barely audible. "Please, I need it."

Without another word, Taehyung decided it was enough. He pulled down his boxers to let his dick sprung out. He didn’t waste time to take your underwear off. He pulled the string to the side.

Taehyung’s cock teased you mercilessly, his tip resting just below your entrance, slipping between your slick folds but never quite where you needed him. The sensation had your nerves on edge, and frustration bubbled inside you with every passing second.

You couldn't take it anymore.

Letting go of the sink, you turned your head slightly to glare at him through the mirror, your fingers reaching back to squeeze his arms tightly. His smirk only grew, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you, but you were past caring about teasing or games.

“Taehyung,” you hissed, your eyes blazing with frustration and arousal. “Stop messing around.”

He raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes locking onto yours in the mirror, the cocky glint in them never wavering. “Oh?” he asked, his tone smug as he continued to press his tip against your folds, refusing to move forward. “What are you going to do about it?”

Your breath caught in your throat, the overwhelming desire mixing with annoyance. You wanted him now—no more teasing, no more waiting. You pushed back harder against him, grinding your hips in a futile attempt to get what you so desperately craved, but Taehyung only chuckled darkly, enjoying the way you writhed against him.

Your eyes narrowed, a sly grin curling on your lips as you met Taehyung’s gaze in the mirror. The tension between you both was electric, every nerve in your body screaming for him, but you knew how to get under his skin. If he wanted to play games, you could play them better.

"Maybe I should go find Namjoon," you said with a slow, deliberate tone, watching his reaction closely. "He’s been trying to impress me for days." You shifted your hips again, grinding back against Taehyung’s cock just to drive the point home.

Taehyung’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, his grip on your waist tightening possessively. 

His eyes darkened as he harshly pulled you closer, lips brushing your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You think Namjoon could handle you the way I do?" he growled softly, his voice dripping with jealousy and arousal. "Think again, baby."

You hummed softly, pretending to consider it, teasing him further. "He’s been so sweet lately… I’m sure he would fuck me when I ask him to."

The words had barely left your mouth when Taehyung’s hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him in the mirror. His expression was no longer playful; it was dark, dangerous, and dripping with territorial lust. "You’re not going anywhere," he growled, his voice low and commanding.

You smiled, knowing you had him exactly where you wanted him. "Then make me stay," you challenged, your voice daring, eyes blazing with desire. "Please…"

Without hesitation, Taehyung’s body moved with raw determination. He shifted, aligning himself with your entrance, and in one swift, possessive motion, he thrust deep inside you. 

The sudden, intense fullness made you gasp, your body arching in response. Your body slipped between his arms as you tried to ground yourself in between pleasure and pain. 

Taehyung cursed, “Fuck! Baby, you okay?” He felt your raw insides clench sporadically around him.

Your breath hitched, your knuckles going white as you gripped the sink for stability. The sudden intensity left you trembling, a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain washing over you, but you managed a shaky nod. "I'm okay," you whispered, though your voice was barely audible. "Just... don't start."

"Take your time, baby," he murmured, his voice soothing as he watched your reflection in the mirror. "Your bratty mouth caught me off guard. I didn’t mean to push you too hard."

Taehyung noticed the way you tensed, feeling the tight clench of your muscles around him. He realized he had been too intense, too eager. Gently, he slowed his movements, pulling out almost completely before easing back in with deliberate care. His hands moved to your hips, guiding you with a softer touch, allowing you to adjust at your own pace.

You took a deep breath, trying to relax your muscles as he gave you space to adjust. The gradual pace allowed you to feel every inch of him more comfortably, and you began to clench around him repeatedly, adjusting to the rhythm that suited you. Each time you tightened around him, Taehyung let out a low groan, his grip on your hips tightening in response to the sensation.

You chuckled deeply, “I love it.” Another breathless laugh escaped your lips. “I love how much you stretch me. And… ah– how deep you go.”

Taehyung's breath hitched at your words, a deep groan escaping his lips as he felt the way you responded to him. His movements became even more deliberate, his hands caressing your hips with a tender but firm grip.

"Is that so?" he murmured; his voice rough with desire. He could feel the way you clung to him, the way your body seemed to crave every inch of him. "I’m glad you’re enjoying it."

You began to clench around him repeatedly, adjusting to the rhythm that suited you. Each time you tightened around him, Taehyung let out a low groan, his grip on your hips tightening in response to the sensation.

"That's it," he encouraged softly, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. "Just like that. You're doing so good."

He thrusted slowly; each motion calculated to maximize the pleasure for both of you. 

Your laughter and moans echoing through the sink were music to his ears, driving him to move in a way that would keep you completely satisfied. His grip on your hips tightened slightly, guiding you to meet each of his thrusts, ensuring that you felt every bit of his length.

“How’s that?” He asked. 

You pouted, a playful edge to your voice as you managed to say, “Mhmhm, more to the right please.”

Taehyung’s eyes flicked to where you were, his smirk returning as he caught the hint of your need. He adjusted his angle, shifting his hips slightly to the right, aiming to hit the spot that you wanted.

“Like this?” he asked, his voice laced with teasing curiosity as he pressed forward with a bit more precision.

“Now, towards a bit left.” You asked, shaking your ass a tiny bit.

Taehyung’s smirk widened as he heard your playful demand. He shifted his angle to the left slightly, his movements smooth and controlled. “Like this?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock sweetness as he adjusted his thrusts.

You bit your lip, a mischievous glint in your eye as you watched his reflection. “Hmm, a bit more to the left,” you teased, your voice filled with playful authority. “You’re getting warmer.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed with a mix of amusement and challenge. He complied, shifting his angle slightly, his thrusts precise and calculated as he sought to hit the spot you craved. “Better?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

What was a little teasing game had actually turned true when you moaned loudly when Taehyung found the spot. 

Taehyung’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he felt you moan loudly, a sign that he had finally hit the mark. The sound of your pleasure spurred him on.

“Found it, huh?” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

You cried out of pleasure. How could he find a spot that didn’t exist a few moments ago?

You nodded vigorously, your head resting against the cold sink. “Yes, right there,” you gasped.

Taehyung’s eyes flashed with a mix of triumph and desire as he heard your cries of pleasure. The way you responded to his movements only fuelled his passion further. With a confident smirk, he pulled out almost completely, savouring the sensation of being so deeply connected with you.

Then, with a deliberate and measured thrust, he pushed back in, aiming for that spot that made you gasp and moan with such intensity. The slow, deliberate motion allowed him to feel every inch of you, heightening both of your sensations.

You gripped the sink tighter, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as he continued to find and maintain that sweet spot inside you. Each thrust was calculated to keep you on the edge, ensuring that the pleasure built steadily and intensely.

His hands rested on your hips, guiding you in sync with his movements, while trying to hold you up. “Like that?” he asked, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction and desire.

That’s perfect.” you managed to breath out, your voice trembling with both pleasure and the effort to stay upright. “Keep it up and I’ll–”

Taehyung’s rhythm grew steadier and more purposeful, his thrusts deliberate as he kept hitting that exact spot. Taehyung snickered, “You will cum, baby?” 

Taehyung’s rhythm grew steadier and more purposeful. With, each thrust precise as he kept hitting that exact spot that drove you wild. The intensity of the pleasure was almost overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your moans blending with the pounding music from the party downstairs.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, and the sound of your pleasure filled the small, cramped bathroom. Taehyung's movements were relentless, and the friction between you was making you both lose control. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and you could feel the waves of your impending climax crashing over you.

Just as you were on the verge of losing yourself completely, the sound of a knock on the door startled both of you. The sudden interruption made you stiffen, and Taehyung’s thrusts faltered for a moment.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Namjoon’s voice came through the door, filled with curiosity. The knock was followed by a second, more insistent one.

As the knock on the door echoed through the cramped bathroom, your panic surged. You pulled yourself upright, desperately glancing at Taehyung through the mirror. His demeanour was surprisingly composed, a stark contrast to your own frantic state. His eyes, though, reflected a calm resolve, as if he were completely unperturbed by the situation.

You turned back to face him, your eyes pleading. You needed him to stop, to make sure Namjoon didn’t discover what was happening. Your body trembled with a mix of arousal and worry, and you could feel the pounding of your heart in your chest. The urgency in your gaze was unmistakable.

Taehyung's expression remained steady as he assessed your distress. Without hesitation, he placed a firm hand over your mouth, his fingers pressing gently but effectively to stifle any sounds you might make. 

“Y/N, are you there?” Namjoon’s voice came through the door again, this time with more concern. The sound of the second, more insistent knock heightened the tension in the room.

“Yeah?” Taehyung replied casually, his voice steady, though his eyes were filled with mischief.

Namjoon paused for a second, seemingly unaware of the tension crackling inside the small bathroom. “Taehyung? Have you seen Y/N? I’ve been looking for her.”

Taehyung's smirk grew wider as he pulled yourself tighter against him, grinding into you as his hands grabbed one of your tits. 

Your teeth dug into his palm. His warm hands on your breasts were unacceptable. He knew how sensitive tits you got, and he regularly used that. He mimicked a mock pout for you. Despite his bullying, his thrusts had stopped.

You shook your head to the sides, signalling Taehyung to answer.

“Nah, haven’t seen her in a while. Why?” he said, his tone playful, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He fully pulled out, rubbed his tip to your entrance.

Namjoon’s voice came through the door again, more insistent this time. “I was actually thinking of asking Y/N if she wanted me to walk her home. It’s getting late, and I wanted to make sure she gets back safely.”

Taehyung’s laughter came out low and smooth, his amusement evident. His hands remained firmly on your body, though he had paused his movements. He seemed completely unfazed by the situation, finding the whole thing rather amusing.

“Oh, I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Taehyung said, his voice carrying a tone of casual dismissal. With that he pushed himself into you in one smooth go. You cried into his hand over your mouth. His stretch was delicious. He felt you tight grip on him as he continued to speak. “I bet Y/N’s already in bed. It’s a weekday. Probably wouldn’t want to get up now.”

As you looked up at him, your gaze met his in the mirror. His eyes, dark and intense, held a glint of mischief and confidence that made your heart race. The contrast between his calm demeanour and the fervent pleasure you were experiencing was almost too much to handle.

The low timbre of Taehyung’s voice sent shivers down your spine. It was smooth, deep, and incredibly alluring. You were also captivated by how handsome he looked; his features highlighted by the dim light of the bathroom.

His jawline was chiselled and sharp, the kind of jawline that made your fingers itch to trace its contours. His hair, tousled and slightly damp, fell in dark, seductive waves that framed his face just perfectly.

The blend of his alluring voice and his captivating appearance made it nearly impossible for you to think of anything else. You were completely absorbed by him that you clenched around Taehyung involuntarily. 

 His brow arched in a mix of surprise and satisfaction as he felt the heightened pressure. His grip on your face tightened, his fingers pressing against your skin with a commanding touch. 

Unable to resist the urge, you pushed your back slightly against him, seeking more of the delicious pressure. The movement made your knees feel weak as Taehyung's dick plunged deeper inside you, hitting new, sensitive spots that sent shivers up your spine. 

“Don’t tempt me, baby.” He said to your ear. His voice was very low, impossible to be heard anyone but you.

You shook your head in agreement, but your hips had mind of their own. 

While you fucked yourself on his dick, you continued to beg him with your eyes. His hand pressed into your mouth more. He assumed it would intimidate you, but his fingers near your lips were a blessing for you. 

You would love to suck them if he let you. 

To address your worried but careless demeanour, Taehyung abandoned his previous grasp on your breasts and instead brought your wrists together behind your back. His hold was firm and unyielding, effectively subduing you and leaving you at his mercy. The sudden shift in position disrupted your balance, rendering you entirely vulnerable to his control.

As you tried to regain your composure, the friction of your movements produced unmistakable noises despite the party still going on downstairs. 

“What’re you doing in there, Taehyung?” Namjoon’s voice was now laced with suspicion, clearly disturbed by the sounds emanating from the small room.

Your body froze in his hands.

“Some careless girl dumped her alcohol on me. Got all of my clothes wet. I’m gonna take a shower if you let me.” Taehyung pointedly said. 

“Whatever!” There was a brief silence, and then Namjoon’s footsteps retreated, the sound of the loud party music filled the bathroom.

Taehyung turned his full attention back to you, his expression a mix of amusement and mock irritation. “You wanted us to get caught?” he asked, his tone light but with an underlying edge. He released your covered mouth.

You looked up at him, trying to catch your breath. “No, of course not,” you managed to say, your voice breathless. “I didn’t expect him to come knocking like that.”

Taehyung wiped and gently wrapped his fingers around your neck, his touch surprisingly tender. “You got so tight, baby. You liked fucking me when he was out?” he whispered softly, his breath warm against your skin. “Dirty girl…”

You met his gaze, your eyes conveying a mix of apology and desire. “Ah, don’t act like you would love it for him to watch this!” you murmured, feeling the intensity of the moment.

Taehyung’s eyes darkened with a mix of amusement and a hint of something darker as he processed your words. He spoke, his voice low and sultry, “I would love if Namjoon knew you were here with me.”

He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, each word dripping with a provocative edge. He pushed his knee between your legs and pushed your legs apart. 

With your legs more opened, he was able to give you fuller thrusts. “I wouldn’t mind him knowing. “But” he added, his tone shifting to one of possessive intensity. 

He gave a particularly deep stroke and let your head fall on his shoulder “I don’t want anyone to see you like this…” Taehyung hiss when your knees buckled. Thankfully, he had an iron grip on your wrists.

“You’re like my little pornstar… Look at that face! Fuck.” He watched your face crumble in pleasure while trying to maintain a pout. 

Taehyung’s grip on you tightened as he continued his rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate. His eyes never left your face, observing every shiver and moan that escaped you. “Don’t pout, baby.” he encouraged softly, his voice a mix of tenderness and raw need. “Come on… Remind me of how pretty you look when you cum.”

You listened to him despite all the protest. You knew he could get you to that sweet orgasm high. And after all of this teasing, you deserved it. 

“I can cum?” You asked. 

Taehyung nodded, “Yes, baby…You can ride my face if you can get yourself to squirt.” His sinister laugh filled your ears. 

You would love that. Both squirting all over him and riding his face. You ground your hips back against him, throwing him off rhythm.

Taehyung’s control wavered for a moment. His grasp got stronger for as he struggled to keep himself composed as he watched you move for him. Your body was arched. You were curled to his pleasure, your lips almost touching his chin. 

His eyes were locked on the way your hips rolled against him, the way you so willingly let yourself go. “Please… F-faster.” You requested. 

“Did I get you motivated?” Taehyung amused before taking matters into his hands. He was focused this time, the pressure building steadily as he fucked you in and out.

You let out a soft moan, gripping the sink tighter. “Yess… Just like that!” you gasped, feeling the intensity of his movements.  “Don’t stop.”

Taehyung’s breath grew heavier as he continued, his focus solely on you. “Good,” he murmured, his hands pressing firmly on your hips as he deepened his thrusts. The heat between you both grew, each movement bringing you closer to the edge as he maintained a steady, pleasurable rhythm.

Taehyung started to move again, his hips rolling against yours in slow, deliberate thrusts. He was focused this time, the pressure building steadily as he filled you. The heat between you was overwhelming, each movement pulling you deeper into the haze of pleasure. The sound of your bodies moving together was now muffled.

"Good girl," he muttered. Each thrust made your legs quake, the sound of skin slapping against skin barely audible in the chaos of the party outside.

Taehyung's gaze remained fixated on your reflection in the mirror, mesmerized by the way your body moved in perfect sync with his. His breath ragged and uneven as his fingers tightened their grip on your wrist. "I love how you take me," he groaned, his voice rough with desire, the praise sending a rush of warmth through your veins.

The pleasure mounted rapidly, the feeling of him filling you so completely that your mind went blank with need. You couldn't think, couldn't breathe, consumed entirely by the sensation of Taehyung's body against yours.

You pouted at him through the mirror. You were impossibly wet. You showed no resistance whilst Taehyung pushed himself in, yet you clenching over as he was going to run away.

“Please make me cum, Taehyung…” You sniffled while your weak limps tried to keep you up. You knew this position was difficult for him. He needed to give your powerful, fast and yet precises strokes while supporting your entire body.

“Why didn’t you take me to your room?” You cried while feeling grateful that he was willing to dick you down in such a difficult position.

The way Taehyung looked at you through the mirror—dark eyes hooded with desire, lips slightly parted—made you feel completely exposed, yet utterly safe. He commanded the moment, his dominance undeniable, and you found yourself craving his control more than you ever had before.

Taehyung’s dark eyes met yours through the reflection in the mirror, his gaze smouldering with intensity. “Why didn’t I take you to my room?” he mused softly, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Because I wanted to see you if you let me do whatever I want to you… to get you so desperate.” He sighed, “You’re a sight to behold, you know that?”

The rhythm of his movements never faltered; each touch deliberate. You felt your breath quicken, the pressure in your chest building with every second, as if the weight of the connection between you was too much to bear.

“I can feel how close you are,” he murmured against your ear, his breath warm and teasing. “Let go for me, baby. I want to see everything you’re holding back.”

“Baby…” You cried. The pet names sounded sweeter when you called him. 

“That’s it,” he encouraged softly, his tone dipping into something deeper, richer, as he watched your face contort in pure bliss. “Don’t hold back. I’ve got you.”

And you believed him — that he wouldn’t let you fall, that he would hold you through it all. The bond between you in that moment was as powerful as the sensations coursing through you, and when you finally let go, it was as if everything inside you had shattered into light.

Your voice came out in a breathy moan, louder than you intended, but you didn’t care anymore. Taehyung only smirked, his satisfaction clear in the way he looked at you, proud of the effect he had on you.

Your orgasm hit with such force that your entire body convulsed, the trembling so violent it felt as though the room spun around you. Taehyung’s hands softened their grip as you shook in his arms, his movements slowing to a halt as he let you come down from the dizzying heights of your climax. The aftershocks made your muscles tighten and relax around him, and you could feel every inch of him still inside you, unmoving yet powerful. His breath came in deep, steadying exhales, giving both of you a brief respite from the overwhelming intensity.

As you leaned back against his chest, your body still humming with pleasure, you whispered, “Please continue…” Your voice was breathless, and yet there was a hunger in it, a craving that hadn’t been fully satisfied.

Taehyung’s dark eyes searched your face, concern flickering across his features. “You sure, baby?” he asked, his voice soft, as he gently stroked your arm. He could see the exhaustion in your expression, the way your body trembled in the aftermath. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

But you were determined. The way your gaze locked onto his made it clear. “Taetae, please…” you pleaded, the words slipping from your lips like a quiet command, even though your body felt like it could collapse any moment.

He hesitated for a beat, brushing his fingers over your sweat-dampened skin as if debating whether to give in to your request. “I came for you,” you said, your tone firmer now, despite your exhaustion. “Now, I want my prize.”

He smiled, “I am going to let you ride my face even if you don’t squirt, baby. It was just a joke.” 

You blinked at him, confusion mixing with the lingering haze of pleasure. “No… I want my prize,” you repeated, a quiet desperation in your voice. “I want you to cum in me.”

That was all it took. Taehyung’s expression shifted, his playful demeanour giving way to something darker, more intense. His eyes burned with a deep, unspoken desire as he cupped your face in his hands, thumbs brushing across your flushed cheeks.

“If that’s what my princess wants…” he whispered, his voice gravelly and low, sending a shiver down your spine. He adjusted his grip on you, positioning your body just right before pulling you closer again, his lips brushing your ear. “Then I’ll give it to you.”

The heat between you reignited with a force that took your breath away. Taehyung’s hands roamed over your skin, the intensity building again as he found his rhythm. His strokes were powerful, precise, each movement designed to send shockwaves through your trembling body. They were to quench his pleasure, not yours. Still, you could feel the pressure mounting once more, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you fought to keep your focus.

He dropped his head back carelessly, eyes closed as he let himself get lost in the moment, the tension in his body undeniable. You could feel him pulsing inside you, every inch of him filling you to the brim.

"You are so wet…" he muttered, voice strained and thick with desire. "You– you came for me…" The sound of his low voice was delicious. Everything about him was delicious.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured against your skin, his words barely audible over the rapid thrum of your heartbeat. “So beautiful, baby…”

You felt your body responding, the tension coiling tighter inside you as he continued, his pace relentless yet calculated. Your hands gripped his arms, nails digging into his skin as you held on for dear life. “Taehyung, please,” you whimpered, your voice shaky, as you felt that familiar build again.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “Let me take care of you.”

It wasn’t long before you felt the moment cresting again, your body on the edge of another release. But this time, you were determined to take him with you. “Cum for me,” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. “Please, I need you.”

Your body responded instinctively, clenching around him as you reached for that final release. The heat between you was unbearable, and with one last thrust, you felt him spill into you, his body jerking with each pulse. His deep, guttural groan filled the air as he came undone, warmth flooding your insides as he filled you completely. 

When it was over, the two of you collapsed into each other, both of you breathless and spent. Taehyung wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as you rested your head against his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. The warmth of his body against yours felt grounding, a reminder that you were safe in his arms.

Taehyung’s head dropped forward, his lips brushing against your shoulder as he breathed heavily, both of you coming down from the intense high together, completely spent yet utterly satisfied.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice soft as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You chuckled at how soft he got. His fiery eyes gad calmed down. 

Taehyung’s breath still uneven but slowing with every passing second. His fingers gently traced your spine, sending a comforting warmth through your body as you both lay entwined, bodies humming in the aftermath.

Slowly, he turned you around in his arms. He joined you in your chuckle. His eyes met yours with a soft, almost tender intensity. Without a word, he leaned in and captured your lips in a delicate kiss. His lips were soft, the kiss unhurried yet filled with the emotions neither of you needed to voice.

You deepened the kiss instinctively, your hands sliding into his hair, tugging him closer. But as you did, Taehyung let out a sharp hiss, his body tensing beneath you. He pulled back slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips despite the clear discomfort.

"Ahh… careful, baby," he groaned, rubbing his side gently. "You really wore me out."

You grinned mischievously at Taehyung’s groan, feeling a small sense of pride that you had worn him out.

You hugged his chest. His shirt smelt delicious despite how much he sweated.  "Aww, poor baby," you teased, playfully rubbing his chest as you kissed the side of his neck. "Maybe I should give you a massage to help you recover."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "A massage, huh? You offering to take care of me now?" His eyes glimmered with amusement as he relaxed further into your arms.

You nodded, tracing slow circles on his chest. "You crave aftercare, baby?"

Taehyung’s smirk widened as he pulled you closer, his hand running gently down your spine. “I thought you were the hit and run type.” He wrapped his arms around you once again. This time only with sensual intentions.

You shook your head, still smiling as you leaned up to kiss his jaw. "Not when you look this good..."

He chuckled, the vibration of his laughter rumbling through your body as he tilted his head to look at you. “Not that I could run away. You would pull me into another bathroom and closet the next time.”

Taehyung’s hum was low and soothing, vibrating through his chest as his lips pressed against the top of your head. The warmth of his breath tickled your hair, and the gentle pressure of his arms around you felt grounding, almost like a protective cocoon.

You shifted slightly, aware of the slickness between your thighs. The intensity of the moment had left you both physically spent and emotionally raw, and even though you were sticky and exhausted, there was something comforting about staying exactly where you were—in his arms. His fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your back, the slow rhythm calming the remnants of adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

Just as you were about to respond with another teasing remark, a loud crash echoed from outside the room, followed by shouting. You and Taehyung froze, listening as the distant sounds of chaos at the party started to creep closer. The unmistakable wail of police sirens followed, growing louder with every second.

Your heart leapt into your throat. "Oh my god," you whispered, suddenly alert. You pulled back from Taehyung’s embrace, panic bubbling in your chest. "I need to get out of here."

Taehyung glanced towards the door. "Shit," he muttered, but he didn’t seem nearly as frantic as you were. While you scrambled to find your shoes, his expression remained calm, almost amused. He reached out to grab your arm, pulling you back to him.

"Wait, babe. You don’t have to run."

You blinked at him, wide-eyed. "Are you kidding? The cops are literally outside, Taehyung!"

He shrugged nonchalantly, his fingers brushing your arm as he grinned. “Stay over… I’ll share my bed. I promise."

You stared at him, incredulous. "Stay the night?"

Taehyung’s smirk returned, but there was a softness in his eyes as he tugged you back into his lap. "I’m dead serious. We’ll be fine. Besides," he added, his voice dropping lower, "you promised me a massage. I could really use it right now."

Despite the urgency of the situation, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his words seep into your nerves, calming the panic you’d felt moments ago. You sighed, biting your lip as you glanced between him and the door.

"Taehyung..." you started, but the way his fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin made it harder to think about running. The tension in his muscles, the gentle glint in his eyes—he was pulling you back in, just like always.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Stay with me. You’ll give me that massage you promised, and I’ll eat you out. Deal?"

Your resolve melted under his touch, the panic slowly dissipating as you let out a shaky breath. "Fine," you muttered, finally giving in. "But if we get arrested, I’m blaming you."

Taehyung laughed, a low rumble that vibrated through your body as he hugged you tight. "Deal," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Now, how about we forget the sirens and start with that massage?"

He tugged on your arm like a little child.

You shivered slightly at the thought. His offer was undeniably tempting, an indulgence that was hard to resist. The thought of escaping the chaos outside was a big bonus to staying the night.

You looked back at him, your eyes meeting his with a mix of vulnerability and desire. “Okay,” you murmured, your voice soft but resolute. “I’ll stay.” 

Taehyung’s grin widened, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. 

Taehyung’s smile broadened, a look of satisfaction settling on his face. “Great,” he said, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin. “Let’s leave quickly. You can use the en-suite if you want to freshen up.”

While he tucked his dick in and pulled up his pants,  a sudden wave of frustration washed over you.

You pulled away slightly, a frown creasing your forehead. “Wait a minute,” you said, your voice tight with irritation. “You have a private bathroom, and you took me to this random bathroom for… what?”

Taehyung blinked, his expression shifting from amusement to concern. “I didn’t think—”

You cut him off, your frustration bubbling over. Taehyung’s face softened, and he reached out to gently touch your arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through. I wanted to be spontaneous..”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “You are impossible,” you said, your voice softening. “I just—” you paused, looking at him with a hint of vulnerability, “I am going to fuck you in public space too!” You were definitely going to pull him in a situation where he will need to fuck you in a cramped space.

Taehyung’s eyes lit up with a mix of affection and admiration. He wrapped his one arm around you, placed his other arm under your legs to lift you effortlessly. “Of course,” he said, his voice tender. “Let’s get you to my bed.”

He opened the door of the bathroom. The cool air hit both of your faces. With you in his arms, he barely fit through the door. “Ouch, my back!” You whined.

Taehyung chuckled softly as he maneuvered through the narrow doorway, his arms firm around you. “Hold on,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement mixed with sympathy. He carefully adjusted his grip, making sure you were secure and comfortable despite the tight fit.

As he stepped out into the hallway, the cool air was a welcome relief after the heat of the previous moments. The hallway was dimly lit, and the sound of muffled music from the party downstairs seemed faint and distant now.

“Taehyung, be quick! We’ll get arrested!” You said, worriedly looking down the stairs.

“Almost there,” Taehyung reassured you, his steps measured as he carried you up the stairs. Each step was steady, though you could feel the strain in his muscles as he navigated the stairs with you in his arms.

When he reached the top of the stairs, Taehyung paused momentarily, adjusting his hold on you. “We have at least ten minutes, baby.” He said with a soft laugh.

He reached the door to his private room and gently nudged it open with his foot. The room was a sanctuary of calm, with its warm, inviting decor and soft lighting that created a cozy ambiance. He carefully crossed the threshold after taking off his shoes all while making sure not to jostle you too much.

As he approached the bed, Taehyung lowered you gently onto the soft, plush surface. The bed was spacious and inviting, with a comforter that promised a haven of relaxation.

He settled beside you, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of affection and concern. “You okay?” he asked, his fingers brushing against your cheek.

You nodded, feeling the tension from earlier melting away. “Yeah, I’m good,” you said softly. “Thanks for carrying me.”

He winked at you and returned the look his door. 

“Do you think cops will get us too?” You asked while pushing your shoes off.

Taehyung smiled, his expression a blend of relief and satisfaction. “No, baby.” he said, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry about that. Just relax.”

With a casual flick, Taehyung picked up your shoes and tossed them toward the door, where they landed in a haphazard pile. He then climbed onto the bed beside you, letting out a groan of relief as his back sank into the soft mattress. The exhaustion was evident in his relaxed posture, but his smile was full of satisfaction.

“I’ll get the shower going for you in just a bit,” he said, his voice softening as he settled more comfortably. 

As Taehyung settled into the bed, you turned towards him, feeling the comforting warmth of his presence. You moved closer and wrapped your arms around his broad chest, nestling into him. His body was solid and reassuring beneath your touch, and the softness of the mattress seemed to amplify the safety you felt in his embrace.

Taehyung's smile grew as he felt your affectionate hug. He sighed contentedly; his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he basked in the loving closeness. Your touch was soothing, and he felt a deep sense of peace wash over him.

You pressed gentle kisses to his cheeks, your fingers brushed through his pretty locks. Taehyung's eyes fluttered closed, his breathing deepening as he began to drift towards sleep. The softness of your kisses and the warmth of your body against his made it difficult for him to stay awake.

Just before he slipped completely into the realm of dreams, you whispered softly, your voice carrying a hint of desire. “Taehyung, when can I ride your face?”

Taehyung's eyes opened shot. “Y/N!”

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[kooberist]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝚰𝐍𝚰𝐍𝐆- thv

"Fuck yeah," he groaned out as his member slid up and down your throat. Balls are heavy as they slap against your chin. "Take this cock—show me how you're going to catch a husband—fuck," he groaned as he sped up, slamming his tip down your esophagus. Thick strings of spit and cum dangle from your chin as you gag and struggle to keep up with his relentless pace. The intensity of the moment sends a rush of excitement through your body, fueling your desire to please him. You can feel his pleasure building and his grip tightening in your hair as he thrusts deeper, pushing you to your limits. With each powerful thrust, you can't help but wonder if this is what men really like and want. Well, that's what he told you.

"Y/n, It's because you didn't suck him off the right way." as he observed you sobbing over your boyfriend's infidelity.  Tae just wanted the best for you and for you to be happy and find true love, but his words struck a chord inside you. Maybe he was right. Maybe you hadn't been doing enough for your boyfriend, and that's why he strayed. Tae's guidance had always been invaluable, and you couldn't help but trust his judgment. Determined to change, you wiped away your tears, and that's when he offered to train you.

His large hands took hold of your head as he pushed your head until your nose hit his pubic hair. Arms form almost a head lock around you as he keeps you in place with his cock.all the way down your throat. "Yeah, slut, fucking, hold it there," he moaned out. Your hands are coming from behind your back to slap at his thigh. His arm rested on your head as your mouth slid off his cock, and you looked up at him, surprised and confused. With a smug grin on his face, he said, "You can do better than that. We're going to train you to be the best." He took hold of your hair and pushed you back against the back of the couch. "I'm going to make you a pro when we're done, he smirked. He threw his leg on top of the couch, took a harsh grip on your hair, and brought his cock to your open mouth. As you took his cock into your mouth once again, a mix of anticipation and apprehension filled the air. You couldn't help but wonder what this intense training would entail and how it would transform you into the best version of yourself. His hips snapped hard and fast, and his balls hit your chin every time he slammed in. Your throat fought to not gag, but it happened anyway, your head hitting his pelvis until he kept you there, his hips bucked up, and made you gag even more. 

You knew he was older and knew best for you; you never wanted to see men hurt you and go get heads from other girls because yours sucked. 

"Yes, hold it right now." He managed to moan before realizing his load was in your mouth. He placed his leg back on the floor with grace and tapped your chin, signaling for you to open up. Taehyung coughs up a glob of spit, and it lands right in the mix of his cum that's flooded your now-ruined throat. 

Your face is irritated, your hair is messed up, your eye liner is ruined, and globs of cum, spit, and tears stain your face. "Swallow," he commands harshly. "Good girl," he nods and gives your face a small pat. "Next time, I'm going to make you hold your breath." He grins, and your eyes widen, realizing you're not done.

[strwberrytae]

Beyond Desire | 05

→ pairing: taehyung x reader → rating: 18+ only - m for mature - sexual and graphic content → genre: drama / romance → words: 9.9k → disclaimer/trigger warning: this is a piece of fiction based off of the fifty shades of grey series. this is not a parody. there are mentions of strong dominant and submissive lifestyles based on research and personal experience. there are also various psychological issues that are addressed throughout the series; including anxiety, self-destruction, blood, bruises, panic attacks, childhood abuse, non-consensual sexual acts and self-harm. this is a work of fiction and not to be taken as a promotion of the series, fifty shades of grey. this is an original piece of work. edit is created by me. enjoy! feedback is greatly appreciated.

→ a/n: thank you everyone for their patience! so much! I started this series years ago with the intent to continue it. life and lack of motivation got in the way, but it's made it's way back into fruition! this was frantically edited multiple times, though there still may be some errors. I hope you enjoy!

→ chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 [series in progress - must read previous chapters]

→ summary: it’s never easy falling for your best friend when you have so much history. it’s especially difficult when you both share the same sexual desires and lifestyle. taehyung is a dominant CEO of a well known company in Seoul and you are an up and coming editor. while both of you come from a troubled and dark past, you lean on each other for support and comfort. what happens as your feelings blossom and grow over the years? what happens when you fear Taehyung may be falling in love with someone else? will you confess your feelings or remain in the shadows?

The next morning, Joon Jae awoke at 6am as you realized he did every morning for work. You laid in his bed, so tired but awake. Your restless mind forbade you to sleep peacefully throughout the night. It was unclear how you felt, truly. Such an interesting feeling. 

All you knew is that you were stuck with the familiar dread of emptiness that you had experienced many times before. It felt as if you became a vessel overnight yet again whenever you've done this; letting men completely take over and dominate you in ways against your wishes as if it's perfectly normal. Not to say that’s what the BDSM lifestyle entails. In the past, you’ve had a bad run of Doms who didn’t truly grasp the concept of consent. Men who think they're dominant, on the contrary, they're just abusers. Looks like Joon Jae is just another one. The only thing to do now is play along until you figure out how to escape this - safely.

Joon Jae emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his damp, onyx hair with a towel and a satisfied smile on his face. 

“Morning gorgeous,” he greeted with his award winning smile. The term of endearment felt everything but. The word curdling in your ears. Turning over to face him, you put on a face as well as you always could; as if you hadn’t been utterly violated by this man the night before. 

“Good morning, sir,” you purred sleepily. The bitterness coated your tongue as the words came out. Whether or  not he caught on was not clear - most of them didn’t. As Joon Jae walked over to his black wooden dresser, you continued to lay on your side. Something caught your interest in the corner of your eye. Your gaze fell to your wrists. The handcuffs.

Upon your wrists were bruises from last night; a deep red color fresh in hue. It would certainly darken to purple throughout the day. You began to nibble on your bottom lip as you nervously checked under the blankets for more markings. Peppered on your hips remained fingerprints. They were not markings you were proud of - not like this. Bruises from the right person made you feel empowered, cherished. This was abuse of power - hatred. Your loathing for them grew rapidly; even though they've only just became a part of you.

“Why are you so quiet? Did I wear you out that much?” Nonchalantly, you place the cover back down as if you were only fixing it. Turning your head to face Joon Jae, he pulled on his boxers with an idiotic smirk on his face. His form was still beautiful, yet you were so disgusted by him now. Your eyes couldn’t help but to wander over his body; inspecting him. There was nothing - not a bruise or scratch. Here you lay in his bed completely marked and emotionally wounded by him and he gets to go to work without having to hide a single thing. Typical.

Letting out a big sigh, you sat up in the bed; making sure to cover your body with his gray silk sheets. Ever so slowly do you run your fingers through your hair and gracefully lick your lips to look as innocently seductive as possible. It was time to put on a show, and you were used to this performance. A sly smirk stretched on your face as your eyes became softer. After all, you still have some dignity left. That is something he can’t rob from you.

“And here I thought a little mystery to a woman was appealing. Does my silence bother you, sir?” Your voice slithered with seduction; hoping your little innuendo granted you his kindness with your performance. Joon Jae was a man after all, and you knew how to handle his type - call him Sir, Master. Obey, say please, submit. No matter what, or else. This was a man that got off feeling like he was the greatest thing on this Earth. A man who loved knowing that his submissive was actually afraid of him, displeasing him. To you? He’s the most disgusting person you have ever met. 

The dark haired man sauntered over to you, grabbing hold of your chin with his index finger and thumb. A soft yet firm gesture to make you look up at him without protest, yet it felt so putrid.

“Was that sarcasm in your voice that you heard,” he questioned in a quiet tone. And there it is. His lips were barely moving as he spoke; an indication telling you that he didn’t find your comment too cute after all. You subdued your flirtatious attitude and retreated back to what you knew best - submission.

“No sir,” you whispered in a soft voice. He hesitated before letting you go. After a moment of cringing silence, a smile appeared on his face as if he was just messing with you. Using fear to make you submit, and then flipping a switch - how sadistic.

“Good girl. Get up and get dressed. I’ll drop you off at work.” Fighting back every morsel inside of you, you swallowed your pride to obey. You need to come up with a plan when you’re in a safer place. As such, you responded as you always do, following his instructions with a charming smile on your face. 

Just as you suspected, the extra dress you brought with you came in handy as you anticipated staying the night. Your naked reflection in the mirror sent chills down your spine. Bruises peppered your skin with revulsion brewing inside of you . There were bags under your eyes as lack of sleep dragged them down. To put it mildly, you looked like hell. No matter how many times you've seen this sight from past failed relationships, the pain you felt in your heart still aches at the same intensity. You’re yearning for love grows more desperate. For real love.

A week’s time flew by as an absolute blur. To say you had quarantined yourself was an understatement - scared to face the world in your vulnerable state. You had completely submerged yourself into full submissive mode. It was all you could do to survive. The fear of what Joon Jae would do to you had clouded your mind as your dark thoughts took over. No matter how hard you tried to think of ways to part ways with him without retaliation, it was useless. There was a desperation coursing through you to reach out to Taehyung. No, you couldn’t. He would drop everything to aid you - fix the problem. It would be a burden. Instead, you carried on with your week as usual. 

Dealing with Taehyung was easy. Whenever he asked to see you for lunch, you were busy in meetings. Important meetings with clients were underway thanks to Jisoo making you as booked as possible per your request. Taehyung knows how dedicated you are to your work, and he has all eyes on any projects you’re working on. Nothing out of the ordinary for the new Commissioning Editor, right?

In all honesty, you were legitimately busy besides the tedious work you’ve added to your pile. Your contract with GQ Korea Magazine, Joon Jae’s magazine, was reaching its end which means long hours, lots of editing, and lots of problem solving. You promised them that by the end of the month, you would increase their profits via online and social media by forty percent. Your coworkers told you that it was too risky to promise such a big turnaround, yet that didn’t sway you. 

Typically, Kim Publishing worked with writers of novels, short stories, and more of the like. Occasionally, they worked with other companies that seeked better publication and production of their materials - online revenue. Working on this project ensured that while you were trying to remain distant from the world, you could see Joon Jae throughout the days without being entirely alone. Safe.

When he demanded your presence at night, you showed up at his apartment and gave him anything he wanted. Joon Jae did not hold back his passion for pain in forms of pleasure when you were together, but you had finally voiced for him to be cautious with marking you too much. Taehyung’s father’s charity ball was approaching, so requesting to avoid bruising wasn’t exactly unheard of. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop him from putting bruises in places he knew no one could see. 

As time progressed, you found yourself reaching a breaking point. Typically, you loved seeing marks tattooed on your body as a reminder of your nights of lust and dominance over you - but not with him. Every time you saw your Dom, you felt like you were going to be sick. Faking orgasms was getting harder each day. Although, as Joon Jae was a purely self-absorbed man, he didn’t really notice. 

At last, it was the day before the ball. Arrangements were made to leave work early so you could go home, and practice your song one last time before you had to perform it at the charity ball. You just wish you had the energy to be remotely excited about it. This was supposed to be your night to release your true feelings through the sound of music towards Taehyung. Although, here you were, in a relationship you couldn’t get out of. You're almost positive that Taehyung’s relationship with Yuri has only blossomed wildly this past week. Naturally.

When you arrived at your apartment, it was shortly after noon. Any other day, you would have grabbed lunch by now, but you've completely lost your appetite. It’s been like this all week. You've been surviving on ramyeon and espresso coffees all the while. Luckily, Joon Jae was going to be out of town today for an event, and wouldn’t be back until the ball tomorrow. You were relieved to finally have a whole day to yourself without twitching at the thought of him arriving at your doorstep any minute or ringing your phone. 

Once inside your apartment, it felt warm from the sun beaming inside of it. Perks of having a home with large windows in place of exterior walls. For once, you felt like you could breathe as you closed the door, greeted with silence. Your feet dragged you to the bedroom as you dropped your contents one-by-one on any surface you passed by on your way. Walking in a zombie-like state as your body starts to feel like putty, your body relaxes with each step. A hot bath would be absolute heaven right now; perhaps a glass of wine too. 

As you take off your cardigan, you hear something shift behind you. You turn around, gasping from shock before easing into instant relief and butterflies. It was your best friend standing there so casually.

“Jesus, Taehyung. You have to stop doing that. You almost gave me a heart attack. Honestly.” You clutch your chest with your hand over your rapidly beating heart. Although who knows if it’s because he scared you, or if this is just how your heart always beats around him. Likely the latter. 

Taehyung stood there, examining you. He didn’t say a word, but instead walked up to you blatantly looking you over you with a fiery gaze. And yet, in the same gaze seemed to be softness with concern. You had to subdue the inappropriate thoughts that instantly came to your mind. With a sense of security, and belonging that was not earned, your submissive side called out to his dominant side as he towered over you. He reached to cup your face, but you flinched ever so slightly by accident. This caused him to worry; melting to a sheepish stance. 

Taehyung’s touch had never bothered you before. He knew it was always platonically welcomed by you. At this moment, a look of hurt appeared on his face. With caution, Taehyung slowly proceeded to cup your face again, gently turning your head side to side as he looked you over. It was no secret that he was truly concerned about you. 

Out of shame, you couldn’t dare look him in the eyes as fear began to fill you; fear that he would see right through you. Taehyung released you, standing before you with a softer demeanor yet he still held a dominant presence. His aura made you want to run into his arms, but you refrained.

“Y/N, how long has this been going on,” he inquired in a low, calm tone. You pulled your oversized cardigan back over your shoulders to bring you extra comfort; suddenly feeling cold and uncomfortable. Just as your anxiety crept in, you noticed that Taehyung seemed fidgety in the slightest. He tried his best to hide it, but you can see his hands twitching inside his pockets.

“What do you mean,” you asked quietly as an attempt to hide your little secret. Swiftly, you move away from him to head towards the kitchen for the glass of wine that you desperately need right now. You could easily sense that Taehyung wanted nothing more but to stop you in your tracks. He suppressed the urge to interject as it wasn’t his place. His arm stopped abruptly as he removed his hand from his pocket, re-routing to “adjust” the hem of his shirt. He followed you to the kitchen casually. 

As you grabbed a bottle of merlot, pouring a reasonable amount for yourself, you took a deep breath. Following suit, you poured another for Taehyung as you know he would desire to join you. The first sip didn’t calm your nerves as much as you would have liked but the second one helped a little more. Taehyung took a respectful sip from the glass and maintained eye contact with you. His stare burns into your skin as you become flush with heat.

“Y/N. Answer the question,” he said in a firm voice. This time you looked up at him immediately without hesitation. Your submissive instincts take over as easily as they always do around him. Taehyung wasn’t dressed for work. Casual attire in loose jeans and black t-shirt; something that always looked good on him. You sighed softly as you realized just how much you missed him this past week. 

You’ve barely spoken, and you skipped out on your weekly therapy appointment with Yoongi. That’s probably why he was here. Therapists are supposed to keep client confidentiality unless you’re Kim Taehyung who seems to always get what he wants. It was ridiculously infuriating sometimes. It’s not like Yoongi flat out tells Taehyung information but he’s really good at pointing him in the right direction. Why does he even bother? Knowing that the inevitable conversation was about to take place, you took your glass and went back to your room. Taehyung flattened his pillow-like lips, and made way to follow you yet again. For someone that had so little patience, he always seemed to be wildly patient with you. 

“I told you I was busy this week,” you retorted with a shrug as you took another sip of wine, “I didn’t even have time to meet with Yoongi. Once this contract with GQ is done, I’ll meet with him, okay? If that’s your worry. You don’t have to interrogate me. Now, if you don’t mind, I was planning on taking a bath. Why don’t we catch up tomorrow at the party?” Your defensiveness took over like a prey-worthy animal in a corner - oversharing when caught. 

There was desperation in your voice that you could not hide so easily. Taehyung couldn’t hold back,  and reached out to grab your arm. He pulled up one of your cardigan sleeves in a quick motion, revealing the bruised lining around your wrist. You panicked to pull the sleeve back down and dropped your glass of wine. The red liquid spilled on the wooden floor as glass shattered around your feet. In the face of a small scare, you had never been so grateful as to not have carpeting. Red wine stains are the worst.

“Shit,” you whispered. You rolled your eyes as you took a step to get towels - frustrated with yourself. Taehyung stopped you in mid-step. His touch and rapid motion do not trigger you. The air stills. In the face of his dominance, you feel safe. Safer than anything and anywhere else in the world. His warm touch makes your legs weak.

“I’ll take care of it,” he lets out a sigh with worry. You bite your bottom lip, and look down at the ground to avoid his beautiful eyes - gentle almonds filled with care.

“It’s happening again, isn’t it,” Taehyung asked with calmness in his voice, evident with disappointment but primarily worry. He let out a frustrated sigh. Knowing exactly where you keep your cleaning essentials, Taehyung grabs the items effortlessly. His focus truly never leaving you.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N? You promised that you would tell me if someone was taking advantage of you again so I could help you. How can I help you if you shut me out? Don’t you care about yourself? This is...” And then it happened, you shut down. Taehyung stopped himself from proceeding forward as he realized his overreaction wasn’t making you feel any better. What you really needed right now was comfort, not a lecture. 

The atmosphere stilled with silence as you fell into submission. Speechless with no words clouding your mind, and too timid to look him in the eyes. Everything went blank. He was right. Leaving him out of this was doing more harm than good, and yet here you were shutting down instead of running to him. Honestly, you didn’t know how to pull yourself out of your head. It was suffocating. Taehyung knelt before you as you spiraled. A soft breath escaped his lips.

“I’m sorry, Taehyung,” was all you could manage to say. A bashful response as you felt that you had  disappointed him. Internally, the inner demons you harbored convinced you that he was angry with you and would leave your side. Your best friend tilted his head to try to look at you. A soft, tender gaze looking at you with the sweetest smile on his lips. He reached to brush the hair falling near your eyes. Tears prickled your eyes as you melted into his touch.

“No. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things. That’s not what you needed. I put my worry and needs before yours when you’re clearly not in the right state,” he let out a soft sigh with worry evident on his face. 

“What can I do to help you trust me?” He took your silence as an answer, and looked over your covered body. He took notice that you managed to cover every possible inch of you, even on a warm day. Words remained silent on your lips.

“How bad is it,” he continued kindly, “Please. Share your pain with me. Let me in.” Just like that, he unraveled you. Every wall came crashing down as the desperation in his voice made you yearn for him. Suddenly, the words flowed from you so easily; from your first date to the first time he punished you, to the hard limits he abused. 

“I was going to text you the first night it happened but...I was too scared. I submitted to him in more ways than I wanted to. I felt so pathetic,” you looked at him with tears in your eyes, “Please don’t be upset with me.” Taehyung’s nostrils were flaring. He was trying so hard to contain his anger towards the man that abused his power over you. After a couple of deep breaths, he stood up and held his hand out to you.

“Come on. I’ll draw you a bath. We’ll talk about this once you get some sleep. You look like you haven’t slept all week,” he said in a low, soothing voice. As much as you wanted to protest, the mention of sleep made your eyes heavier. Delicately, you took his hand and nodded. With his arm around your shoulder, he led you to your bathroom. He knew where everything was and drew you a lavender scented bath - your favorite. After grabbing a towel, he turned to leave but stopped.

“N/N...can I see them? The marks,” you froze in place as his question made your cheeks burn. The marks on your body ranged from your wrists to the back of your hips, and the round mounds behind you. The crimson hue to your skin reached your ears. Taehyung has seen you naked before but that was by accident. One shower incident, not knowing he was inside your home as you danced to the kitchen to grab a snack. One very embarrassing incident - and he laughed. 

You know it’s nothing sexual, yet it’s still inadvertently intimate. Even stripping down to your underwear, you’d be so exposed to him. Surprisingly, you considered showing him, to be seen by someone else and feel validated that these marks are just as putrid as you see them. This boundary… Is it appropriate to cross it? He is your best friend after all - the person you trust most.

“The marks? They’re in private places, Tae. I don’t think Yuri would like that very much.” Taehyung stiffened and for once, he seemed slightly embarrassed. Maybe it’s because he’s not used to having a girlfriend and didn’t think about that. He took a step closer and handed you the towel.

“Yuri doesn’t control me,” he said in a stern voice but then softened, “You’re my friend and I- I need to see them. I need to know.” There was sincerity in his eyes. It almost seemed as if he was scared. Is he punishing himself for what happened to you? You've only seen this side of him once before. 

You were in the hospital after a bad session with one of your past Doms. Taehyung was away on a business trip for a week and when he came back, you were asleep in the gurney with several bruises and a cut lip. He thought you were asleep, but you could hear his tears and his apology for leaving you; promising he would never let this happen again. On the outside, you looked like you would be fine but he knew you wouldn’t be - not mentally. Perhaps this would be proof to him that this was real yet again. With a soft nod, you slowly began to undress.

Out of respect, Taehyung kept his distance; taking a step back as you did so. First your cardigan, then your knee length dress that hugged your curves - leaving you in your bra and underwear. Surely that would be enough for him to see the bruises that peppered your body - now shades of yellow, green, and brown. His eyes started making their way across your skin. You bit your bottom lip, and watched his gaze. It gave you chills in a way of vulnerability but also, arousal. Thankfully your bra was padded, otherwise he would be able to see how much his eyes affected you. Your nipples were erect, and your underwear damp with need. 

Desperately you wanted him to touch you - hold you. You wanted to feel his hands caressing your body in ways it’s never felt before. Somehow you knew that his touch would heal you. It would make you feel no pain, only happiness. Something fierce turned in you, and it took every ounce of your being not to speak up. Taehyung did something that surprised you. His coffee-brown eyes seemed darker or maybe it was in your imagination. 

He took a cautious step closer to you. His eyes remained on your hips where the worst bruises rested. On each side, beneath the black fabric that hugged your hips, bruises in shapes of fingerprints - marks of Joon Jae’s nails that had pierced your skin. Your breath became shaky as he stood before you. It was like he was hypnotized by your marks, yet you couldn’t read what was churning in his mind. He extended his hands and slowly reached for your hips. His fingertips brushed over your skin. His eyes moved to yours to look for a sign, expecting you to wince from pain or hesitation of his touch. Little did he know that his touch relaxed you beyond compare. 

“S-see...it’s not that bad,” you whispered as you met his gentle gaze. Something shifted in his eyes as your eyes locked, something you've never seen before. You weren’t sure what it was. Yet, he just stood there - unwavering his eyes.

“Taehyung-”

“I should go. I have to take care of something before the ball. Thank you…for showing me,” he said softly. You nodded as he released his gentle hold on you, leaving you cold and in need of his touch again. 

“Min-hyuk will pick you up at 7 tomorrow night. I’ll be wearing a black mask. Come find me when you arrive, okay?” A lighthearted chuckle escaped you as he handed you the towel to cover yourself.

“A black mask in a sea of other masks? I don’t think that’ll be too hard.” He smiled back at your little joke, and left you alone in your bathroom. As soon as you heard the door closing faintly in the distance, you felt like you could breathe again. Your body was on fire as you could still feel his touch. It felt like electric waves coursed through your veins just in a few seconds. 

Turning to the warm bath that awaited you, the bath he drew for you, you sighed. When you discarded your bra, your nipples perked just as you knew they would. It was no surprise that when you eased your underwear down your legs, a string of arousal clung to them as your core remained swollen. As usual, the bliss of your own fingers, imagination, and a soothing bath will have to ease your ache for yet another night.

Not a single word out of Joon Jae today. It wasn’t unusual but since he was returning today from his trip, you figured you would have had a message from him with instructions for tonight. Although it’s not like you’re complaining. His silence is your saving grace.

As you sat in the back of Min-hyuk’s car, you watched the traffic as it rushed by. He looked in the rearview mirror to glance at you. Your mask wasn’t in place yet as there was no reason to hide your identity just yet. There was never a need for a divider between you as he was your friend as well.

“Miss Y/N,” he said from the front. Your gaze met his in the mirror and smiled in turn.

“Yes Min-hyuk?” Min-hyuk’s eyes flickered between you and the road to drive safely. He watched the road as he spoke.

“You look very beautiful tonight. I hope you smile a lot tonight. You deserve it, N/N.” His words made your heart skip a beat. Min-hyuk was like family to you. Almost like an uncle but more of a dear, old friend. He told you once that he hopes his daughter grows up to be like you, and that was the greatest compliment he could have given. Although, for both of their sake, you hope she becomes much better; stronger and wiser, just like her father. Min-hyuk stopped the car as he pulled into the Kim’s driveway. Grabbing your mask to put in place, you leaned forward to get closer to Min-hyuk. You gently placed your hand on his shoulder to kiss his cheek.

“I don’t know what I would do without you, Min-hyuk. Thank you.” He smiled back at you whilst trying to remain professional, he averted his gaze straight ahead. Various people in all colors and shapes cascading into the radiant home. So many elegant gowns with elaborate details to match the masquerade theme. A gentle thought crossed your mind and you couldn’t resist.

“Why don’t you go home? I can easily find a ride home. Besides, I’m sure your daughter would love to see you at a decent hour.” There was a sparkle of hope and admiration in his eyes that you couldn’t help but to adore. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll let Taehyung know I relieved you. I’ll take the scolding.” It was obvious that Min-hyuk tried masking his excitement but you could see right through it. With the slightest of smiles but the fullest heart, Min-hyuk got out of the car to open your door. You got out and stood by his tall, broad form.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he responded. Smiling at him, you squeezed his forearm gently.

“Have a good night, Min-hyuk.” With that, you sauntered off into the night to join the rest of the mysterious guests of Min-ho’s masquerade ball.

The Kim’s home, that had always been your safe haven, had transformed into a modern renaissance extravaganza. It was simply stunning. Hues of red and gold filled the room with chandeliers to add to the expensive tone. Jesters and performers of all kinds were scattered around the room to entertain guests as they walked by. From jugglers to a man swallowing a ball of fire as if it was water quenching his thirst. 

A smile appeared on your face in appreciation of how well the Kim’s always throw a party. It was over the top and yet they always spent more money than they pocketed in profit. It’s never about the money for such events, especially a charity event. This night is for underprivileged children in broken homes and drug addictions. A cause they have always been passionate about. It was admirable - and why you’re a part of their family today. 

Feeling confident as you glided into the mansion, you felt proud of your dress. You felt sexy. It was conservative yet not. The dress caught your eye ages ago, deciding to keep it for a special occasion. A golden dress with glimmering accents that made you feel radiant. Your bare skin peeking through the nude toned mesh material, from afar looking see-through in a teasing way. Sequins reflecting every light you pass under as if you were a walking piece of jewelry - not too tacky or gaudy. A delicate turtleneck with exposed shoulders to reveal your soft skin in contrast to the floor length gown. Caressing your hips and between your breasts was a sheer fabric that lightly exposed your skin, just enough to show you were not wearing a bra or underwear - not enough to give everyone a show. Fortunately, the material cupping your breasts was thick enough to hide the perk to your nipples as the dress was mildly stimulating. The ensemble you chose didn’t go unnoticed by the others at the party. People casually glanced your way, yet your head remained high as confidence coursed through you

A gold mask laid on your face well enough to hide your insecurities. It matched your dress in its sparkle and shine. There is just enough makeup for a natural, bronze look to pair evenly with your attire. With grace, you scanned the room as you walked through. The Kim’s decorated their home to look like a casino to allow people to gamble for a cause. People of all sorts spread throughout the home at blackjack tables, poker, craps, roulette, but also the dance floor. Smooth jazz played in the background as the live band and black tied man sang at the microphone. 

For the first time in a while, you felt unafraid and sure of yourself. At least until you saw something that made your confidence drop into the pit of your stomach. Taehyung entered the room with a silver dressed goddess on his arm - Yuri. She wore a silky dress that clung to her petite body. It was apparent that Taehyung bought it for her. It had his taste written all over it. Even you could tell that Yuri was a simple girl that didn’t like extravagant things. The dress suited her and you can’t deny that you don’t envy her for it. Although you love the dress you're in, a part of you wants to be in that dress instead - or perhaps, on Taehyung’s arm. Thankfully, Taehyung’s elegant mother approaches you, and gives you the distraction you desperately needed.

“Y/N! Oh my… You-,” she let out a sigh and smiled sweetly with tears in her eyes, “You look absolutely stunning, dear.” Sooyoung reaches you, immediately giving you a kiss on each cheek after a warm hug as she always does when she sees you. She looked stunning in her black dress. She always looked beautiful in such a warm way that made you feel nothing but comfort.

“Thank you, Sooyoung. You look beautiful beyond words as always. The party seems like a success as I knew it would.” Sooyoung smile, humbly brushing off your compliment. Letting out a pleased sigh, she looked around and nodded.

“You’re too kind, dear. It turned out very well. I can’t say I’m not proud.” At that moment, Taehyung and Yuri turned towards you to meet Min-ho, his father, to exchange a few words. You tried your best not to acknowledge the situation. Fortunately, a waiter walked by with a tray of champagne. Quickly taking a stemmed glass, you downed it without a problem. Sooyoung smirked and took a sip from her own that she gathered as well.

“I’m sorry to hear about Joon Jae, although I’m sure you’re a little relieved,” she said as she lowered her glass. This caught your attention. You cocked your head slightly as you lowered your glass to hold elegantly in your hand.

“Joon Jae? What do you mean?”Sooyoung almost looked amused at your question.

“Why do you sound so surprised? It’s been all over the news all day - the arrest. Surely, you heard about it,” she waited a moment before continuing, “Embezzling thousands of dollars for years is bound to catch up with a person. I must say, I had a bad feeling about him. At least now you don’t have to part ways in an uncomfortable way. Assuming you would be parting ways, that is.” Embezzling money? What on earth is she talking about? You tried your best not to seem too surprised. Instead, you nodded to agree with her. Thankfully, a couple approached her to grasp her attention; giving you an opportunity to get away. 

Out of your small clutch purse, you pulled out your phone. Your instinct told you to just search on Naver for Joon Jae’s name to see what came up. To your surprise, his name appeared instantly in a headline - “Ahn Joon Jae Hordes Thousands from GQ Korea Magazine”. Within the first paragraph, it described his crime; stating he stole money from the company through false stocks and bonds. An anonymous tip warned the authorities yesterday afternoon and he was arrested the moment he landed back in Seoul from a business trip. Something about this raised an alarm inside of you. You looked up from your phone to find Taehyung. He was deep in conversation with another couple with Yuri clinging to his side. 

A part of you felt upset by this, yet another part felt touched. The ultimate fear inside of you of the consequences from this couldn’t help but to surface. There was no doubt it was Taehyung. The situation was too perfectly timed. He had to take care of something alright, you thought. Joon Jae was a powerful man. Could Taehyung’s power overshadow his or would this come back to haunt you? Your thoughts were interrupted by a man in a tuxedo in a black and silver mask. This man was Ki-young, Taehyung’s older brother.

“Can our girl dress to impress or what? N/N, you look freaking amazing,” the golden retriever said cheerfully. It was obvious from his ecstatic mannerisms that it was your unrelated brother. Right away, you could recognize his date from your previous dinner together. She wore an elegant blue dress that complimented her dyed blonde hair accompanied by a silver mask. Ki-young leaned forward to give you a kiss on the cheek and you reciprocated.

“You always know how to make a girl feel special. Hello Yoona. You look beautiful. I can see why Ki-young is so cheerful tonight.” The young woman blushed, and squeezed Ki-young’s arm as she held onto him.

“Thank you. I have to say this isn’t your everyday crowd, but it’s a lot of fun being here dressed like this. So many elites and chaebols are here,” she whispers excitedly, “But seriously, N/N. That dress is to die for. Your boyfriend must be a mess seeing you like this. Where is uh...Joon Jae, right?” Ki-young looked a little guilty towards you, or at least knowing of the situation. You simply smiled kindly.

“Joon Jae isn’t here tonight. I came alone. I couldn’t let this dress go to waste,” you teased lightly, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to speak with Min-ho for a moment. Have a good evening you two.” As much as you wanted your exit to seem nonchalant, Yoona looked at Ki-young with apologetic eyes. She could sense she unintentionally made you uncomfortable. He assured her that she did nothing wrong with a simple kiss to her temple.

Indeed, you did go to find Min-ho for further instructions on your performance tonight. You couldn’t face Taehyung; not yet at least. Besides, he was busy entertaining Yuri, so you didn’t want to interrupt them. In fact, the more you thought about it, knowing you were truly alone tonight, all you wanted to do was sing your song and make your exit. Going home, putting on some pajamas, and watching a chick flick with a big glass of wine sounded delightful - maybe a whole bottle. 

Min-ho was found standing with Sooyoung as they spoke to another lavish couple. As you approached them, you tried sneaking glances at Taehyung. Luckily, he never noticed. Your fictive kin  parents took notice of you as you approached them, and said their goodbyes to the couple they were speaking with.

“N/N, dear, you look stunning. I’m so glad you made it,” Min-ho said with delight. You leaned forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. He had such young features for a man his age; so comforting and bright. The Kim’s were truly a good looking family, even including Taehyung being adopted into the family. Their wealth and status never faltered their kindhearted nature. They always remained true and pure. You couldn’t have asked for a better family to stand by your side throughout your years.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you took another quick glance at Taehyung, whom you found on the dance floor with Yuri. Sooyoung took notice as she always does - as most mothers do.

“So, your performance. Are you well prepared?” Min-ho smirked as the instruments in the background came to an end. The guests clapped respectfully for the band. Butterflies tingled to your very core.

“It looks like it will be about right about now,” he remarked with a wink as he walked towards the stage. The intoxication of the champagne seemed to hit you like an IV tap - giving you enough courage to carry on. Sooyoung stepped closer to you and put her hand on your arm for comfort.

“Don’t be nervous, dear. It’s going to be beautiful,” Sooyoung reassured in her sweetest, motherly tone. With a sigh, you put your hand over hers before she let go.

“I’m...going to sing something different. Something with more meaning. I don’t think the world is ready for the mess I’ve been writing these days,” you joked with a nervous laugh. It was a decision you were perfectly happy with. Most of the songs you sang had a dark and somber meaning between the lines. This selection was specifically driven towards a more light yet still romantic setting. As you sat down each night to practice this song, something felt right. This song made your heart hurt in the most healing way - the old, jazz classic, Everytime We Say Goodbye.

“It is my pleasure to introduce a beautiful, young woman who has been nothing less than a daughter to me and my wife over the years. It turns out that she has wonderful talent, and now she’s going to share it with all of you. We’re delighted to witness such a gift. Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N L/N.” When you heard your name, your heart pounded in your chest. Your eyes on the microphone as you approached the small stage area.

It’s been so long since you've performed in front of people. Well, you had piano recitals in school, but you didn’t have to open your mouth to sing. Ever. This was new territory and surprisingly, you didn’t feel like you were going to throw up. Although, it did feel like your heart was beating in your throat. A part of you felt relief that Soo-young convinced you to stand outside of your comfort zone. It was especially invigorating as no one really knew you could sing. And now, the people closest to you and a room of elite strangers were about to see your vulnerability on display. 

The crowd lightly applauded as you took your graceful strides forward. When you got up to the stage, you were greeted with a sea of elegant men and women in extraordinary dresses and masks - a beautiful sight yet excruciatingly intimidating. Even though this was an upscale lifestyle you were used to seeing, you still didn’t feel as if you fit in. But now, with this song, you could escape to a world that was always your safe place. It should be a terrifying thought but the only set of eyes that make you weak in the knees are his.

The piano keys begin playing in the background in a harmonious fashion. Nervous fingers twitch at your side to the melody to follow along the rhythm. Instantly, as you close your eyes to take it all in, it takes you back to your childhood. When you and Taehyung were having your darkest of days. Playing jazz albums on the vinyl player he kept in his room, this song in particular - Every Time We Say Goodbye. Tonight, the beautiful melody was sung by you.

We love each other so deeply That I ask you this, sweetheart Why should we quarrel ever? Why can't we be enough clever,  never to part -

It wasn’t until you drew out the last note that you finally opened your eyes. Closing your eyes allowed you to feel the music and travel back to the time you held so near and dear to your heart. When you opened them, your focus was on the pair of brown eyes that always made your heart flutter. It took no time to find them as if your auras were calling out to each other. The melody remained slow as your voice led the flow of the chords. So tender and raw with a hint of deep love with each note that escaped your lips. A fabrato purred in your throat with each ending word naturally.

Every time we say goodbye, I die a little Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little Why the gods above me, who must be in the know - Think so little of me They allow you to go -

The song flowed in perfect harmony with your voice as people began slow dancing along. Eyes respectfully tried to remain on you as your presence was captivating in every way. In particular, Taehyung was watching. There was a soft smile on his lips. You couldn’t tell if he was surprised or in awe or just content to be near his beloved. Yuri said something to him that you couldn’t make out. He then turned his attention back to her. It was only for a moment and his gaze was back on you as they continued dancing with one another. 

When you're near, There's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it - There's no love song finer But how strange the change from major to minor Every time we say goodbye Every time we say goodbye -

The song came to an end with a big weight lifted off of your chest. The room cheered. In Particular, you took notice of Ki-young and Min-ji clapping and cheering louder than anyone else in the room - such supportive siblings. You couldn’t help but to smile with a tinted rose in your cheeks. Graciously, you curtsied to the crowd. Walking off the stage, the band began playing the next song to keep the mood for the party. You decided to go towards the dance floor to find everyone; well, Taehyung. Interrupting your search with eagerness, Ki-young, Yoona, and Min-ji walked up to you. Min-ji was the first to give you the biggest hug her petite body could handle.

“Y/N L/N! Oh my god! I didn’t know you could sing like that! Babe, you sounded like an angel!" As you hugged her back, you couldn’t help but to giggle. Her enthusiasm made you feel warm. Min-ji was always such a bright spirit and you loved her for it. 

“Thanks Min-ji. I’m sorry I didn’t greet you before going on. You look ravishing as always.” Min-ji gave you a look and then the same to Ki-young.

“Can you ever take a compliment without giving one back,” she asked with a laugh, “but thank you. You know how much I love a good party.”

“You love anything that involves you dressing up, Min,” Ki-young interrupted with a kind smile. Min-ji turned to him with a cheeky smile showing that he was right on the nose.

“You know me all too well, big brother.” At that moment, Taehyung arrived by your side and gently placed his hand on your lower back. An instant chill ran up your spine as you caught a glimpse of the coy smile he gave his siblings; his scent filling your nose. Smoked cherries - spicy and sweet. Ba-dum, ba-dum. Be still my heart.

“Ki-young, Yoona, Min-ji, do you mind if I steal N/N for a moment?” The trio smiled and willingly let him whisk you away. He didn’t waste any time to take you further onto the floor, readying himself in position to start dancing with you. He held you close and your instinct was to find Yuri to ensure this didn’t bother her. She couldn’t be seen anywhere.

“Where’s your date,” you asked casually. Taehyung looked at you without an emotion you could read and held your hand a little tighter in an endearing way - a comforting way.

“She’ll be back soon. So, when were you planning on telling me that you could sing like that? I've  known you practically your whole life and I've never heard you. Curious.” The word slithered out like a snake who just caught his victim. The way he asked seemed as if he was slightly insulted that he didn’t know. A playful scoff came out. The man acts as if there can be no secrets between you two. Little does he know. He discovered something about you that he couldn’t read in a file. Poor thing. You looked into his eyes and remained coy.

“You don’t have to know everything about me, you know?” He laughed lightly in amusement. Lowering himself to meet your ear so only you could hear, his breath tickled your skin.

“You and I both know that’s far from the truth. I must know everything about you,” his voice  hummed deliciously in a way that made you shiver, “For what it’s worth, you have a beautiful voice, along with how you look tonight. You sang our song. Should I be flattered or was that just a coincidence?” His gaze returned to yours as he parted from the side of your face. Prayers couldn’t prevent your cheeks from changing colors. His irises seemed darker somehow. It made your heart race.

“It depends. Are you flattered, Taehyung?” Wait. Are we flirting? It’s been a while since we’ve been playful towards each other; at least since before Yuri came into the picture. A smirk formed on his perfectly shaped lips - hypnotizing.

“Flattered enough that I want to hear you again. Would you sing for me,” he asked in an enticing voice. It was then that you realized how close you were dancing together. His touch felt like fire against your lower back as the material of your dress was dangerously thin. You could feel how firm his chest was as your torsos were sandwiched together. The smell of his body wash and light scented cologne makes your head spin. Surely he could feel how fast your heart was beating. Or perhaps he could smell how aroused you are. Your cheeks flushed deeper as you looked up at him.

“You know I’ll do anything you ever ask of me. I’ll do anything for you, Taehyung,” you said in a submissive tone. Saying his name when you spoke to him was your own way of being submissive to him, but you're not sure if he ever noticed. Something changed in his expression. It seemed as if time stood still. Suddenly, Taehyung’s attention averted towards the entrance. Yuri was headed out in a rushed fashion - almost as if she was running away. His attention was no longer in your presence as he watched her descend towards the doors.

“Perhaps a raincheck. Excuse me.” And in an instant, Taehyung left. Initially, the feeling of disappointment coursed through you yet your empathy took over. Whatever it was, it would be awful of her boyfriend to just stand there and watch her leave. And yet, how quickly he ran to her without hesitation made your heart drop ever so slightly. You got your dance and sang your song. May as well make your exit. Regardless, it was all you wanted from this evening. 

Sooyoung and Min-ho are sitting at a table engaging in conversation with other elites. With a deep breath to regain your composure, you make your way over there to say goodbye. They both look up at you with delight.

“Sorry to leave so early but I think I’m going to go,” you interrupt politely. Min-ho went to speak but was pulled into another conversation by a peer. Sooyoung looked disappointed by this.

“But the evening has just begun, darling. Won’t you stay for the auction? It’s coming up soon.” Ah, the auction. Bidding on items and events isn’t exactly your cup of tea. Your contribution was your voice and you couldn’t bear to be there any longer. Walking over behind them, you kissed each of them on the cheek.

“Enjoy your evening, okay? I’ll come over soon to share a meal.” Sooyoung opened her mouth to protest, however, you left before you could hear another reason to stay. For once, you wanted to be selfish. You needed to be selfish. Besides, nothing sounded more appealing to you than spending the remainder of the night with yourself. Perhaps tonight, you’ll start learning how to move on; starting with the biggest bottle of wine that you can find.

It was nearly midnight and you were sure the party had come to an end by now. A content sigh escaped you as you walked out of your bedroom in your most comfortable loungewear. Face washed and your routine night care had been complete - leaving you feeling fresh. Eagerness coursed through your veins as your bare feet led you towards the kitchen. A steaming cup of tea awaited you. 

With your cup in hand, you walked over to your couch whilst taking tiny sips to soothe your soul. A fuzzy blanket laid lazily just calling out your name. Now that the ball was over, a weekend ahead of catching up on rest seemed like a dream. Just as you were about to turn on an episode of one of your favorite dramas, there was a knock on the door. Panic made you freeze; alert yet confused. Who would be at your door this late at night?

Fear rose in your chest as you slowly got off the couch. Please don’t let it be Joon Jae… Your phone in hand ready in case you need to make an emergency call to someone, anyone. Thoughts mumbling internally as you approach the tiny security screen near your door, you take a peak to see your visit. To your surprise, it was the last person you were expecting to see. Instantly, you opened the door.

“Taehyung? What are you doing here?” His hair looked slightly teased. His suit jacket was gone leaving him just in a button down shirt, the top two buttons undone and his tie unraveled around his collar. He looked up at you in a way that caused your heart to skip a beat. Had he been crying?

“She’s gone. I guess I’m more of a monster than I thought…” His voice sounded so defeated. It broke your heart into two. Nothing stopped you from reaching out for his hand to lead him inside.

“Ah... Come inside,” your soothing voice whispered. When you closed the door, he stood in place. Looking around your apartment as if it was the first time he had ever been here. Lost and dazed. What the hell happened to make him so disheveled? As much as you wanted to wrap your arms around him, you decided to keep your distance. Instead, you went to the kitchen to grab a cup of tea for him as well. He looked like he desperately needed one - something comforting. When you returned to him, he hadn’t moved an inch. He slowly reached for the cup, wrapping his hands around it without taking a sip.

“What happened? I haven’t seen you like this...in a really long time. Are you okay?” Somehow, you felt as if you could feel his pain. Your attachment to him truly took a hold. The empathetic connection you shared was all consuming, as if you had the power to fix everything.

“She wanted to see. She wanted to know how far I could go. It wasn’t even my furthest. I proceeded with caution, started slowly. But she looked at me as if I abused her. I trusted her to tell me to stop and she never did. Why didn’t she use her safe word? I...I don’t know what I did wrong.” Blood boiled inside of you. Although he spoke without much context, you knew exactly what he meant. Yuri must have challenged Taehyung to show her his true dominance. Why like this? Yuri was new to the world of BDSM. Trust is the utmost important aspect of the realm. To defy this trust is the worst you can do - whether as the dominant or the submissive.

Remember when you interviewed Yuri a while back, she asked you questions about this lifestyle. It wasn’t a life for her. She didn’t understand. You don’t just become submissive. You either are or you’re not. Maybe you should have warned Taehyung but he needed to see for himself. In the moment, all you could do was keep to yourself. Now wasn’t the time for “I told you so”. He needed a friend, a confidant.

“You’re not a monster. Don’t ever think that way. You have strong feelings for Yuri and I get that. I really do. You gained feelings for someone who doesn’t understand this life, which isn’t easy. Being a dominant or a submissive isn’t a sin. It’s not weird or unusual. It’s an intense relationship that involves trust in so many forms. You need someone who can give you the best of both worlds - a submissive and a deep connection outside of the bedroom. I’m...sorry that person wasn’t Yuri. Give it some time. Maybe she just needs to think about it and she’ll come around. If you’ll accept her trust again, that is.” Taehyung’s gaze never left yours as you spoke. Something softened in his eyes.

“I don’t think I could trust her again. Who is to say she won’t do it again? Maybe…I need someone that can give me that trust. Someone...like you.” Your jaw dropped and lips dried as you lost your breath. Eyes widened at his words, your head frantically started replaying his words to make sure you heard them correctly.

“I-I...I don’t know w-what you mean. You’re not thinking clearly. Why don’t we sit on the couch?” Fighting every fiber of your being to think too much into the situation, you turned to go towards the couch. His hand reached for your wrist to still you. His eyes were dark, lingering enough to make your skin heat with anticipation.

“I’m thinking more clearly than I have in my entire life. Y/N, why didn’t you tell me how you felt?” Time stood still. What did he mean? It couldn’t be. The song perhaps? How did he know? Thinking back, you recalled getting an unusual text from his mother after you left the ball.

It will all be better soon. I promise, dear.

Sooyoung. What the hell did she say to him? The breath in your lungs became dense as the room became smaller. The deepest secret between the two of you had been revealed without your permission. A string of emotions rushed over you as you tried to find a way to escape this.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re...just friends. That’s it,” you stuttered timidly as you tried to play it off with nervous laughter. Taehyung didn’t look phased.

“If you wanted to be more, all you had to do was ask. I thought I was clear about that.” Then that’s when you started putting the pieces together. Did he think you just wanted to be his submissive? You couldn’t help but to laugh lightly - insulted.

“Taehyung, I’ve told you a thousand times. I don’t want to be your sub. I value our friendship far too much for that. I don’t know what your mother told you but I think you got the wrong idea. Don’t read too much into things.” Feeling the perfect opportunity as he loosened his grip, you removed your wrist from his hand. The fear of him feeling your heightened pulse made you retreat from his warm touch. Surely she said something subtle and he took it the wrong way. He’s suggested such a dom-sub relationship for years; no strings attached. It was a line you could never cross as you knew you would get attached and want more. A real relationship. Love.

“I’m sorry, Taehyung, but that’s not a line I can cross with you.” Your gaze into his eyes were soft - sincere. Rejecting his offer yet again to avoid a potential broken heart, it was the best solution. It had to be.

“So you’re not in love with me then,” Taehyung replied in a low, sultry tone. Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widened in alarm. Shock got the best of you, making you drop your teacup causing it to shatter against the floor - the only sound that remained in the room besides your thoughts.

Fuck...

[bangtangalicious]

Can I request a drabble w Tae where the reader is innocent and she approaches him saying she couldn't sleep or smthing? And tae fingers her shdhfhfiioj . And she has no clue of his intentions?👉👈 I really enjoy your smut fics sm!

pairing: taehyung x reader

tw: 18+ only, smut, fingering, praise, manipulation

His eyes swept over you, trembling in the cold midnight air. Nipples taught against the flimsy oversized t-shirt you had on.

You blinked at him, wide eyes without a taint of judgement. "I can't sleep" The pout on your lips, delectable.

Sighing deeply, Taehyung crawled into your bed. Not minding the heat that seared through his skin as he came into contact with you.

Legs tangling with yours.

Were you not wearing panties?

He cursed.

His fingers caressed the top of your head when really he wanted to dip them into your sweet little cunt. You would like that, wouldn't you? Why else would you invite him into your bed like this, legs spread, so eager?

His teeth dug into his lips, you were too innocent to realize what you did to him. It wasn't his fault! He was a wretched man, he only had so much self-control.

"Can't sleep, huh?" He whispered darkly, pulling you closer. Tracing the tops of your thigh.

You giggled, pressing your face into his chest. "Tae, w-what, that tickles!"

He shushed you. Lips dusting over yours with a stern look in his eyes.

"Close your eyes"

He watched you gulp with unease. "Taehyung--"

"Close them"

You did. He watched your lids flutter shut as his fingers trailed up, brushing against your clit. A shaky breath left your lips, goosebumps all over you as his dark whispers pressed behind your ear.

"Shh, just relax" His voice was incredibly deep. Vibrating straight to your core. He smirked, feeling your wetness against the pads of his finger. Drawing soft, gentle circles into you.

Without warning he slipped one finger inside. Easily, a soft squelch making him shudder with need. He could feel your heat clench. You were so tight, but that didn't stop him from sliding in one more.

Unknowingly, you spread your legs wider. Wanting to feel his fingers even deeper. He drew them out. Slid them back in. A soft rhythm, burning through you.

"Just like that, good girl" His breath was hot against you. Thumb resting on your clit as he continued to fuck you open with his fingers. "So fucking wet for me baby"

You gasped. Letting Taehyung know you were far from asleep. He scoffed, digging his teeth against your ear.

"Still can't sleep?" He teased darkly. Your eyes flew open, shot with lust. No part of your body was in control as you reached for his face, pressing your lips against his, hard. Desperate. Wanting to swallow him whole.

"Tae" You groaned into his mouth, as his fingers began pistoning even faster.

"My baby gonna come?" He cooed, "Gonna come all over my fingers, hm?"

There was no hiding your moans. The sweet part of your lips as you began to tremble, shocked coursing through your body as you leaked into his palm. He flicked his wrist, guiding you through your orgasm.

"There you go baby, so fucking good" He licked your jaw, aftershocks consuming you as his fingers continued to dig deep.

A wave of ease swept over you. Your eyes finally settling shut. Taehyung kissed you one final time, lips lingering over yours.

"Now sleep, my love" He whispered sweetly, a smile pressing against you. "Sweet dreams"

He knew you had no idea what he had just done to you. But the thought of you wandering to him every restless night begging him to make you come again so you could sleep...

Sweet dreams indeed.

[moonhoures]

Open Wide

🕷️ kinktober — day 14: dom!idol 🕸️

pairing: taehyung (bts) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, oral (m receiving) / deepthroating, d/s dynamics, soft dom!taehyung, taehyung calls reader ‘pretty’, lots of praise, mentions of safewords, cum swallowing

word count: ~1.2k

synopsis: your boyfriend wants to try something new, and you’re eager to fulfill his desires

posted: october 14, 2023

kinktober masterlist

Pliant. Obedient. Eager. Attentive. Submissive. That’s exactly how Taehyung liked you to be.

When he met you, he could tell you were good—not just a good person, but good. He pinned you as the type to do as you’re told. The type to listen well. The type to be up for anything. And he loved people like that. They made for fun partners, especially sexually. He was drawn to them. And so, he was drawn to you.

Likewise, you were drawn to his charisma and his demanding presence. It was like he naturally commanded the attention of everyone when he stepped into a room, and it drove you wild. He seemed so powerful, without even trying.

You two hit it off almost immediately. Something in the two of you just seemed to click when you were together, like a match catching flame. It was evident in the way you kissed each other. The way you entangled yourselves. The fiery passion in which you made love, every single time. He loved putting you in your place, and you had no problem fulfilling his every demand. You were eager to try anything with him, even things you had never done with anyone else. In fact, you were even more excited to do new things because you felt so safe with him. Taehyung was many things, but he was always considerate of your boundaries, your feelings, and your input. Still, you put full faith in him.

For instance, as he was finished eating you out one night, you had offered to return the kindness. And of course he accepted, but he had an idea.

“Can we try something out?” he asked, though he knew you would nod zealously in agreement to nearly anything he proposed. Which you did. “Lie down on the bed for me, with your head at the edge.”

You hesitated for only a moment before setting in motion. You moved from your position lying against the pillows to lying horizontally on the bed, your head at the edge of the sheets, just like he asked. You waited patiently, listening to the rustling sounds of your boyfriend undressing a few feet away. When he was done, he emerged above you, and you could hear his hand moving along his erected length slowly. Your thighs pressed against each other in anticipation for what he had in store.

“I’m gonna have you move up some more,” he spoke in that deep, gentle tone that had you willing to go to war for him. His hands were careful in handling your neck and head, adjusting you until your head was hanging off the side of the bed. Your face was a mere foot away from his groin. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock so close to you. You wanted him in your mouth so bad, but you had to wait until he was ready, “How’s that? You okay, pretty?”

“Yes,” you replied softly, and he admired the smooth curves of your neck. It would look so much better once his cock was down your throat.

“What’s the safeword?” he asked you every time you tried anything new or rough.

“Red.”

“And if you can’t speak?”

“Pinch your thigh.”

“Good. Are you ready?”

You affirmed that you were, and then your tummy was practically performing in the Olympics the way it flipped. You watched him fist his erection, just waiting for the chance to have it to yourself. Luckily, he didn’t leave you hanging for too long. He shifted closer to you, and you instinctively stuck your tongue out. He was so close; you swore you could taste him already.

“That’s it, open wide for me.”

The corners of your mouth stretched as wide as they could, and you let your tongue rest on your bottom lip. Taehyung fed the tip of his cock between your lips, a shaky hiss leaving his gritted teeth as your tongue immediately began to lick at it. He whispered for you to hold on, let him get all the way in. So you did as you were told (like you always did) and you backed off, taking deep breaths through your nose as he sunk further and further into your mouth. Eventually, he pressed against the back of your throat, and he let out a sigh of gratification. Perfect.

“You’re doing good, _______.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

His hips ever-so-slowly began to shift back and forth as he fucked your mouth. He moved slowly, carefully, more gentle than he usually was when you deepthroated him, because he knew this new position was a little more difficult. The angle wasn’t the same as how you usually sucked him off, so he was just being a bit more cautious. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you.

He pumped in and out of you with his lip caught between his teeth, trying not to lose himself in the warm, wet pleasure of your mouth. Heaven, that’s what it felt like. Like he had lived a charitable life and was being blessed at the pearly gates that were your lips. His resolve was slipping slowly but surely, and he had to check himself when he found he was becoming a little rough in his movements. One glance at your hands fisting the sheets beside your hips had him slowing instantly.

“Are you okay, love?” he cooed through bated breath, nearly coming to a halt. But you gave a thumbs up with one hand, and a smile graced his lips. My little trooper, he thought. He rewarded you with a soothing caress of your tits, knowing you loved when he played with them.

You moaned around him, causing a domino effect as a lustful whimper subsequently fell from his tongue.

“Taking it so well. You deserve the world, you know that?” he asked, bucking his hips carefully. His eyes trailed from your chest to your throat where he could see the faintest outline of his cock thrusting under your skin. His eyelids fluttered, and his breath hitched, “I’m gonna give you the world one day.”

Your stomach was in knots but you weren’t quite sure if it was from the butterflies or the arousal. Either way, you wanted nothing more than for him to cum. To return the pleasure he always gave you.

“Fuck, where have you been all my life?” he questioned, knowing you couldn’t respond but even if you did, your reply would fall on deaf ears. He was focused on one thing only and that was cumming down your throat. Painting your tongue with his essence. Watching you swallow it—all of it.

And then it was happening. His abdomen flexed and his body went still as his cock twitched against your tongue. Your eyes screwed shut as you prepared for the jolting sensation of his seed shooting into your mouth. The familiar taste only lingered shortly after you swallowed around his tip before he pulled out of you completely. His chest moved with each heavy breath he took, and he admired the look of your glistening, swollen lips being licked by your tongue. He had to resist the overwhelming temptation to kiss you then. He could wait a few minutes to make out with you while he was pounding into you, showing you just how much he loved and appreciated how good you were for him. Because you were always the best, submissive partner he could ever ask for. And you deserved to know it.

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[linos-luna]

His Voice ❣️

Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fingering, somnophilia, groping

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Dirty sweet nothings were being whispered in your ear as you slept. Your boyfriend’s hot breath hit your ear which only made you twitch a little.

Taehyung gave soft kisses to your cheek as he fingered you under your pajama pants and soft panties.

Muffled breathy moans escaped your lips as his two fingers moved in and out of your wet cunt.

Anytime you seemed to be waking up, Taehyung would slow down and put you back to sleep with his voice.

His voice. So smooth and seductive. He could tell you to do anything and you’d do it right away.

“Back to sleep,baby~” he said in a low tone.

“T-Tae…” you moaned quietly as he continued moving his fingers in and out.

“A good girl sleeps…” he whispered. “You’re my good girl, right?”

“Mmm…” you murmured as you drifted back to dreamland.

Taehyung kissed your cheek again as he moved his fingers faster, curling his fingers to hear your needy whines.

“Cum, baby…” he said while nipping at your ear.

With your back slightly arched, a moan came from your lips as you let go.

Taehyung pulled his fingers out and moved his hand up your shirt.

His fingers were still sticky with your essence as he groped your breast. Lightly pinching your nipple and massaging the soft flesh. He loved the feeling. He loves pleasing you….

“Good girl…”

[vminizzle]

Kindergarten teacher

pairing : husband!taehyung x wife kindergarten teacher!f.reader

genre : SMUT, fluff, angst

warnings : love making, penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, marking, pet names, praising, !!possessive behaviour!!, jealousy, swearing , !!violence!! ( not toward reader!! )

word count : 2.9k+

A/N : hello, first of all, welcome to my new blog. Here’s the first fic I’ll post here, since I’ve already posted it on my other blog. But from now on I’ll use this blog for bts contents only. Well, I hope you guys will appreciate my works and yea. I want to tell you guys that English is not my first language, so there are prob many mistakes. I hope you’ll like this one :) have a good day/night!

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY WELCOMED ♡

M RATED

“Do you have something planned after school?” Taehyung asked as you bit into the sandwich he bought you for lunch. You hummed gobbling the food in hurry to answer him “yea” you grumbled “I’ve got this parent meeting” you sighed.

Taehyung sighed too “and you?” you asked before grabbing your drink. Taehyung thought for awhile before nodding. “yea. I have something planned” he swallowed his grilled meat. Before you could ask him about his project, he cut you off reminding the time “baby, it’s time. go on, don’t wanna be late, do you?” you shook your head whining “argh! see you later then” you pouted. Taehyung got up, pecking your lips “see you later my love” he took you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

You were at the door of your classroom greeting the parents arriving for the meeting, telling them to take a sit and wait until everyone was present to start. You looked down at the cute little boy next to you staring toward the door waiting. “hey, where’s papa Jimin?” you asked softly bending down a little to caress his head gently.

Jimin was actually one of your best friend and also your husband’s. “oh I forgot to tell you.. but daddy told me he can’t come today..sorry auntie” you looked down at him confused. Why didn’t Jimin say anything? you wondered. “oh i-” before you could continue he added “but daddy told me that unc-”

“hello! Sorry for being late. I got stuck in traffic” a familiar deep voice interrupted your conversation with the little kid. Too familiar. “Taehyung?”

“Hi Mrs. Kim” he smirked making you scoffed. “Jimin couldn’t make it, so I kindly offered to come instead at the parent’s meeting. It’s kind of important, isn’t it?” he said patting Jimin’ son’s head. You sighed deeply “hey cutie, you can go play with your little friends, hm?”. He nodded happily before running out of your sight.

You glanced at Taehyung crossing your arms over your chest. “Was that what you planned?”. Taehyung chuckled “Jimin was a little tired so I just wanted to help him out” he shrugged. “Is that so?” you arched an eyebrow “and maybe I wanted to come check out how pretty my nephew’s teacher is” he said, a smirk decorating his lips. You slapped his arm making him whine playfully “idiot”. You muttered before walking away to stand in the center of the classroom.

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After talking about general topics and replying to each of the questions you were asked, you brought out the issue you’re meeting every day with your pupils : the homework. Some of your pupils often came back at school with their homework not being done. You explained to the parents that helping them at home was really important. They’re still very young and they need support . Giving them advices on how to help them, suggesting them some good books and websites they can use if they’re facing difficulties. Many of the parents understood and cooperated saying that they will try their best to help more.

But one of the mother interrupted you impolitely “why don’t you do extra-hours? You’re the teacher here, you’re the one paid to educate our children” she said with an unpleasant tone. You were taken aback, speechless, like the other parents. You didn’t know what to say or what to do.

“extra-hours?” Taehyung scoffed. “excuse-me sir?” the woman turned to face your annoyed-husband. You internally prayed for Taehyung to shut up and not make a scene at your workplace, but-

“Well, M'aam Cruella de vil, I think Mrs. Kim is not only a teacher. She has her own life after school like every one of us here. She probably has someone waiting for her at home. Or she just wants to do other things than to deal with your child!” Taehyung said annoyed making a few parents laughed quietly.

“who are you to talk like that?” the haughty woman said offended by the meany nickname. “she has a mouth, she can speak for herself. who do you think you are to talk for her?” she said standind up angrily, Taehyung stood up aswell “well, let me tell you that I’m-”.

You cleared your throat catching both their attention, the present spectators immersed into the little altercation.

“please Mrs. Wang, and Sir” you glared at him before continuing “please calm down. I- I’ll find a solution to this problem” you gulped gesturing them to sit back. Taehyung threw a nasty look at the villian female as he sat down again. “good” you sighed relieved.

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Your meeting continued, you found a way to deal with the problematic woman, doing your best to stay polite and professional…

It went well. You announced the end of the reunion. You felt Taehyung’s eyes on you the whole time. He didn’t joke when he said he came to check you out.

“Well thank you so much for coming today. If any of you want to talk individually about their child or have any other questions, feel free to stay” you smiled shaking hands with the parents leaving.

There is one thing you didn’t notice. Even tho Taehyung spent his time admiring you during the meeting and even had time for a"little" fight, he didn’t miss the way one of your pupil’s father was staring at you in a “weird” way. He glared at the mid-aged man, this one staying so he could talk to you.

You accompagned the last mother to the door waving at her, coming back to your desk gesturing the man to come.

Taehyung's eyes didn’t leave him, watching every of his moves. He didn’t feel this man..an untrustworthy man. Who the fuck he thought he was?

Taehyung groaned sitting at the back of the class, leg bouncing as he tried to calm down, jealousy rising up. He closed his eyes taking deep breaths.

First, this arrogant bitch, and now this unscrupulous pervert old man.

“Mrs. Kim” he started with a flirtatious voice “I just wanted to say that Mark likes you a lot. He’s always talking about you at home and about how of a good teacher you are” he said complimenting you. “oh ahah. I really like Mark too, he’s such a smart and polite boy” you answered smilling. But you couldn’t help but feel awkward at the way he was looking you up and down nonchalantly. Making Taehyung's jealousy and anger grew more and more.

“And.. I was wondering if you were single.. you’re really pretty and..sexy at the same time” he bit his lip. You just wanted to throw up in his face. Was he really thinking he was attractive or something? because the view was just sickening.

He approached you slowly making you back away “excuse me sir, but this is really inappropriate and disrespectful!"you exclaimed enraged and shocked. The man laughed, his hand getting closer to your waist, you were ready to punch him hard and kick him in the groin if he dared touch you but you didn’t have to when you heard the mid-aged man groaned in pain as his back hit the wall violently ”how the fuck do you dare touching her?!“ Taehyung yelled grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, his fist raised in front of the father ’s face.

”who the fuck are you?!! let me go bastard! get your fucking hands off me!“ Taehyung laughed sarcastically loud ”who am I? Who the fuck am I?!“ he grabbed the man face tightly with one hand, fingersnails digging into his cheeks ”I’m Taehyung.. Kim Taehyung! I’m her husband and she’s my fucking wife!! My wife! Mine!“ he pointed toward you, his voice laced with possessiveness.

The man stayed silent for a moment before pushing Taehyung away to get out of his grip. Taehyung let go of his face and went to grab his neck squeezing it tightly. Perhaps too tightly as the man’s face started turning a deep red.

”try to touch her again and I’ll break your arms and legs“ he practically growled, throwing the pervert man onto the floor, this one groaning again. He got up straightening his shirt ”keep the slut for yourself". Taehyung’s hands balled into fists ready to beat the living shit out of him, but you were fast to grab his forearm “Taehyung! please!” you shook your head as you both watched the man leaving the room “he’s not worthy-”

Taehyung turned to you shock written all over his face “this asshole called you a slut and tried to put his nasty hands on you! He tried to touch my wife!” he looked disgusted. “ I swear if i see him again, i think i will go to jail for murder!”

“Taehyung..” you grabbed his hand, thumb caressing the back of it. He pulled you in his strong arms, the force of his pull making you collide hard on his chest. “Just imagine what this pervert would have done to you if I wasn’t here” he said the last words coming out quietly. You shushed him looking up at him “but you were here”. He sighed shaking his head pulling you closer to kiss you softly.

You detached from the kiss “ and you know , i can d-” he let a breathy laugh as he put a finger on your mouth “I know what you’re going to say. You can defend yourself and you’re an independent woman and all” you nodded chuckling “yup”.

You smiled cupping his cheek “let’s go home huh?”. He nodded “well, let’s drop Jimin jr. at his house first” he chuckled.

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You sighed pleasantly as you exit the bathroom from a good warm shower. A towel wrapped around you comfortably. Taehyung coming out of it too some minutes later, his towel loose and low around his hips.

You were searching for some underwear in your closet when you felt Taehyung’s hands on your hips. You smiled when he pulled you on his bare chest, stealing a back hug “i love you” he whispered leaving a lovingly kiss on your cheek. “ i love you Taehyung” your heart melting as you let your body relax in his embrace.

After a pleasant long silent, Taehyung shifted a bit behind you making you turn around his arms still around you. His eyes went to your lips, one thing in his mind. He lowered his face a little envelopping your lips in a sweet kiss. Your hands travelled up to his neck, fingers playing with the little curls at the back of his head.

Taehyung backed you slowly toward the bed until the back of your knees touched the edge of it. You let your bodies fell on the mattress, the soft sheets welcoming you. You both giggled when you bumped your heads together. “sorry” Taehyung said rubbing your forehead still giggling. You laughed rubbing his.

He smiled looking into your eyes “you did great by the way”. You closed your eyes thinking about Mrs. Wang “ such a pain in the ass” you groaned. “you’re strong to deal with such ..specimens” you laughed closing your eyes.

“don’t want to ruin the mood but..I hate this dude. I just want to..argh” he dropped his head on your chest defeatedly. “I hate the way he looked at you. It was just disgusting. And the way he talked to you..” you noticed the way he gripped the sheet hard trying to calm down. You stroked his back slowly, hands going up and down his spine making him shiver and relax on top of you. You felt his heart beating slower “it’s ok babe” you whispered kissing his temple.

“but this asshole was right on something.. you’re pretty and sexy” he smiled onto your skin. You laughed slapping him on the back of his head. “and you’re also the best teacher ever” he left a light kiss on your collarbone. The compliment heating up your cheeks “I understand why your pupils love you a lot. You’re an amazing teacher. So kind, patient and loving.” You smiled “thank you babe”.

“Y’know ,recently I’m having some difficulties with mathematics ..perhaps, could you teach me?” he said smirking. “oh my god Taehyung shut up” you said ears burning making him laugh.

“hmm you’re mine” he mumbled, lips caressing your skin, leaving little kisses. His hands ready to take your towel off of your body but looked at you for permission first. You nodded helping him to get rid of it. “And i’m yours” he started nibbling on the soft flesh of your breasts, painting little red and purple flowers on the area. A little souvenir , to remind you where his lips were.

His mouth travelled up to your neck, your pulse accelerating “Taehyung” his name leaving your throat as sweet as honey. The concerned one just hummed against your -just found- sweet spot making you moan softly. The noises coming out of you turning him on.

Taehyung bit lightly on the skin of you neck making you gripped his bicep, head turning to the side to give him more access. “you smell so good” he said nose deep into the crook of your neck.

His boner was pressed uncomfortably under the towel still covering him, he was so turn on that he didn’t notice he was unconsciously grinding down on you. He let out a soft groan when he felt your warm hands sliding down his smooth chest to the towel. He helped you, throwing it away on the carpeted floor.

He spread your legs making room for him to lay between them. He lowered himself to connect his lips with yours for the umpteenth time. His hands went to your sides, one of them cascading down to your thigh to lift and place it over his waist.

Taehyung ruted foward against your womanhood with a low moan “shit” he swore. Your essence on the tip of his erection already driving him insane. He teased your entrance, rubbing his manhood on your glistening lips making you whined “stop teasing!”

He slapped the head of his cock on your throbbing clit teasingly, making you hiss,, the sudden action making you jolt.“you ready darling?” he asked hand placed on your cheek. “yes”.

Taehyung positioned himself at your entrance before entering you slowly making sure he wasn’t hurting you. “you good my love?” he asked when he completely bottomed out.

“don’t worry I- i am” you reassured him. Taehyung started moving making you whimper. Thrusting in and out slowly but firmly, he took his time making love to you. It felt so good , too good.

He was so gentle and caring. Often asking you if you were good. He enjoyed his time painting your upper body with hickeys. “everyone will know you’re mine now” . He whispered backing up a bit to admire his masterpiece “perfect..”.

His grip on your waist was so tight that you were sure it’ll let bruises.

Your body was adorned with marks he created. Some bigger than the others. Some darker. It was just .. pretty. All marked up by him, the thought made him twitched inside you.

Taehyung couldn’t get enough of the way your warm velvelty walls clench around him time to time, squeezing his cock perfectly. He bit your earlobe lightly before whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Telling you how good you’re doing, how much you’re beautiful.. and how much he loves you.

Your hands found his hair, fingers running through it and pulling on it harshly when he brushed against your sweet spot. You threw your head back, the combination of his hands wandering all over your body gently and his lips pressed on your neck made you feel lightheaded.

The way his hard-on kept hitting the spot that made you scratch his back “fuck Taehyung! r-right there!”

“you know seeing you with all those kids around makes me feel some type of way. You’d be such a good mother” he bit his lips “ you’d look so fucking adorable and hot pregnant.. walking around carrying my children in your tummy f-fuck-”

Taehyung moaned loudly at a particular tightening of your wall around him.

“You’d like that my love? huh.. want me to put my babies inside you? Make you the mother of my children? You want that my love?” He kept asking, lust fogging his mind.

He could only picture you pregnant. Big baby bump.. fuck- he was probably drooling by now.

Your walls started convulsing around him, announcing your climax.

“I’m gonna-” he took your hands placing them on each side of your head , intertwined his fingers with yours “ I love you princess f-” he whispered.

Holding hands while making love was a gest of pure love , it meant a lot for the both of you . “Taehyung!! I’m c-coming!” You nearly screamed as you came around him. Eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly ajar, his name the only thing leaving your mouth.. you looked so good to him.

You looked up at your breathtaking husband, eyes half-opened ”cum for me Taehyung. Cum inside me.. give me your children“ you breathed out.

A sudden wave of adrenaline rushed through his veins as he hold your hip still, going a little bit faster. The vein of his neck prominent, little beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Your words reasoning in his head, threw him over the edge of his orgasm. Taehyung cummed, after some firm thrusts, with a loud moan following by your name, his hot cum warming you inside, filling you up to the brim.

You hummed softly hugging him as he buried his head into the crook of your neck, a tiny kiss placed on the marked skin.

"I love you so much” he smiled heart melting. “I love you too”.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Together

Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader x Tae

Word count- 4.9k

Includes- Dom Jimin, Dom Tae, Sub reader, sub Tae, MxMxF, MxF, MxM, blow job, deepthroating, pussy eating, cum eating, daddy kink, voyeurism, dirty talk, sex from behind, threesome, missionary, cock riding, double penetration (3xs), so much cum, multiple orgasms for all, fluff

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J POV

I moan, in so much pleasure, looking down, watching Jimin and Tae in between my legs, licking me all over

As soon as I walked in Jimin’s room, they ripped my clothes off, took theirs off, pushed me against the wall and attaches their tongues to my pussy

I love the feeling of both tongues on me going at different speeds

They love eating me out together

And I fucking love it

Jimin is my boyfriend for three years

A few months ago he told me he’s bi

He was so scared to tell me, thinking I would leave him

But I love him and for me that’s not a reason to leave anyone

I accept him and he was so happy

He loves me just as much as I love him and he was scared he’d lose me

A little while after he told me, he asked me if I would have a threesome with him and Tae

Apparently Tae is bi too and they’re attracted to each other and to me

I agreed and it was fun

Jimin and I decided that we would keeping being with Tae if Tae wanted to

He did

Jimin and I agreed that we would only be with Tae together- he wouldn’t sleep with just Tae without me and he didn’t want me to sleep with Tae without him

Jimin is very jealous and he’s scared I’ll love and want Tae more than him

I told him that would never happen but I agreed anyway

He assured me that he won’t love Tae or want him more than me but I’m not a jealous person like he is

Since then, the three of us have sex a lot

I don’t know what Tae is to us

I guess he’s our boyfriend too?

I mean Jimin and I love him but Tae’s never asked us to be with him like that so I don’t know

But if he’s ok with how things are, I’m ok too

I watch Jimin take my clit in his mouth and suck

“Fuck Jimin!”, I moan

I also feel Tae’s tongue sliding in and out of my pussy

Jimin pulls my clit then lets it go slowly, making me moan

He pulls away, lifts Tae’s head and presses his mouth against my clit

“Suck Tae”, Jimin orders

Tae obeys and starts sucking my clit

“Just once Tae. We’re taking turns”, Jimin says

Tae lets go, then Jimin sucks my clit once, the Tae goes back to suck once too

They keep going, back and forth and I fucking love it

The pleasure from them is running all over me

“Good boys. My good boys”, I praise them, running my fingers in their hair

They make moaning sounds while they keep using their mouths on me

It turns me on so much how much they fucking love doing this

Jimin sucks again and pleasure takes over as I cum, yelling their names

“JIMIN, TAE, Fuck”

Jimin licks my pussy, moaning, “Tastes so good”, while Tae licks my cum that runs down my thigh

“Good right Tae?”, Jimin moans

“Yeah”, Tae answers, his tongue starting to lick me with Jimin

They pull away, kissing my body as they stand up

Each one sucks on a nipple, making me wet again

When they move away, I go and sit on the bed

Tae turns to Jimin, pulling Jimin to him and kissing him

Fuck me, I love watching them together

I never thought I’d get turned on seeing two guys together but I do

All the time

But then again it’s Tae and Jimin And they’re fucking sexy as hell

Tae pushes Jimin against the wall, kissing his neck and down his body

He stops to lick and suck on Jimin’s abs

He’s waiting for Jimin

Jimin is always dominate over Tae and Tae loves it

“C'mon baby boy”, Jimin moans, “I know you want to suck my cock so just do it”

“Ok”, Tae murmurs

Jimin tugs Tae’s hair, making Tae look at him

“Yes what?”, Jimin growls

“Yes daddy”, Tae answers

“Fuck”, I whisper

Jimin looks at me, smirking

“Look Tae, our baby likes watching us together. I bet she’s soaking wet right now”

Tae looks over at me, smirking too, “Are you baby?”

I nod

“Good girl”, Jimin says smugly

He looks back down at Tae

“C'mon baby boy, suck daddy’s cock”

Jesus Christ

This is so hot

I watch Tae go down on his knees, wrap his mouth around Jimin’s cock and start sucking

“Fuck”, Jimin moans

Tae loves sucking Jimin off and he loves Jimin’s cum

Just like Jimin loves mine

Tae can blow Jimin over and over, all day

Tae takes all of Jimin in his mouth, deep throating him

Jimin has a big cock and I know what it’s like to get him all in

Good for me, it doesn’t bother me and I enjoy it

Tae had to get used to it

But since he loves blowing Jimin, he got used to it real fast

Tae’s moving his head back and forth, sliding Jimin’s cock in and out of his mouth

Jimin has such pleasure on his face, making him look so beautiful

“Daddy can I touch?”, Tae asks

“If you put your pretty mouth back on my cock you can baby boy”, Jimin tells him

“Ok daddy”

Tae licks Jimin, running his tongue up and down his cock, and running his hands up Jimin legs, stopping at his hips

Tae licks up Jimin again, then takes him back in his mouth, pulling Jimin by his hips, sliding his cock all the way in

“God Tae. Your fucking mouth feels so fucking good”

I can’t tear my eyes away them

I’m so fucking wet, I feel it sliding down my legs on to Jimin’s bed

Jimin slides his hand in Tae’s hair with Tae staying still and starts moving Tae’s head along his cock, sliding in and out of Tae’s mouth

“Suck”, Jimin commands

Tae starts sucking while Jimin keeps moving Tae’s head

“Fuck, good boy. Such a good boy”, he praises Tae

Tae makes a moaning sound

He really loves this

And that’s a fucking turn on

“Baby boy stay still. I’m gonna fuck your mouth. Would you like that Tae Tae?”, Jimin asks

Tae nods his head rapidly

“Good boy”

Tae stays still and Jimin snaps his hips, burying his cock in Tae’s throat

“You ok baby boy?”, Jimin asks, going out of Tae’s mouth

Tae nods, “More daddy. More”

Tae opens his mouth again waiting for Jimin

Jimin nods, going back in Tae’s mouth, thrusting hard

Tae closes his mouth, sucking while Jimin fucks him

“Jesus”, Jimin moans

He stops moving, pulling Tae’s head back until just his head is in Tae’s mouth

“Go ahead baby boy”

Tae licks the underside of Jimin’s head, tongue stroking him quickly

“Fuck”, Jimin whimpers

Tae sucks once on his head, then keeps licking

“Suck on my head baby boy. It feels good”

Tae obeys, sucking quickly

“Yes Tae, fuck, more”, Jimin asks while Tae sucks harder and faster

“I’m…I’m…Open Tae”

Tae opens his mouth, tongue out

Jimin rubs his cock along Tae’s tongue, faster and faster

“Tae, fuck baby boy”, Jimin yells, coming on Tae’s tongue, his body shaking

Fuck me, this is amazing. Jimin is so fucking hot when he cums

There’s so much and since Tae’s mouth is open some of the cum runs down his mouth and chin

I watch Tae swallow all of Jimin’s cum, then sucks on Jimin to get it all.

“Fuck Tae”, Jimin moans, pulling away and looking at him

He wipes his cum from Tae’s face, who grabs his hand, sucking it off Jimin’s fingers

“You’re a good boy”

Tae nods, “I like being daddy’s good boy”

Jimin nods, “Since you did such a good job, do you want to play with our baby?”

Tae nods his head rapidly, “Want to fuck baby. Love her pussy. Want her to cum on my cock”

“I know you do Tae. So go ahead, play and make her cum. But you can’t cum”

Tae gets a confused look, “I can’t?”

“No baby boy, I want you hard ok?”

“Ok daddy”

Tae gets up and comes over to me

“Hi baby”, he smirks, pushing me on my back

He looks down and laughs, “Damn, baby made a mess on your bed, Jimin. She soaked the sheets watching us.”

“Good”, Jimin answers, coming over, looking at the bed under me, “That’s hot baby girl. Tae’s gonna play for awhile, then I’ll fuck you good and hard ok?”

I nod

Tae grabs me roughly and turns me on my hands and knees

I love when he’s rough

Tae is submissive to Jimin, but he likes to be dominate over me

I don’t care, I love it

“Fuck baby, you can’t wait to have cock in you huh

You’re so wet it’s running down your legs”, Tae comments

“Yea Tae. I want your cock”

“Good girl”, he answers, then he thrusts into me. Hard

“Fuck”, I yell, pleasure hitting me all at once

“Shit, baby’s pussy is so fucking tight. You feel so good”, Tae moans

He grips my hips tightly, pounding into me so hard

“C'mon baby, scream. I want to hear you scream”, Tae urges

He opens my legs more, slamming harder than before

“C'mon”, Tae demands

He goes so hard and deep in the next thrust, making me scream just like he wanted me to

“Good girl.”, Tae growls, “Fuck, get tighter, now”

I clench and tighten on his cock hard

“Yes fuck.”

He keeps going, pleasure running through me, getting me closer

“Oh yeah baby, you want it bad. I feel you”, he moans, “Be my good slut and cum”

Tae likes being rough, dirty talk and name calling

I don’t give a fuck, I love it too

And after he always kisses me and hugs me, calling me his good girl, so I’m fine with it

He slaps my ass hard, “Now slut, cum on my cock now!”

Slamming again, I lose it and scream his name when my orgasm hits, “TAEHYUNG, oh god”

“Yes fuck, yes! Good whore. Again”, he commands

He thrusts, hitting my spot, making pleasure explode all through me

“Oh god Tae, yes, right there Tae!”

“You want it there slut? Right there?”, he teases, ramming right into my spot

“Yes Tae, I want it there”, I beg

“Then beg for it”, he demands as he keeps thrusting but stops slamming my spot

“Tae, please, don’t stop”, I whine

“Who?”, he demands

“Taaaaeee!”

Slapping my ass again, he growls, “Who?”

“Daddy!”, I scream

“That’s right slut. Beg daddy to hit your spot, like a good whore”

“Please daddy. I want it. You feel so good. Your cock makes me feel good, makes me cum so hard. And I want to cum on your cock daddy. Please let me”, I beg

“Yeah baby? You wanna cum?”, Tae asks

Oh I do

So much

“Yes daddy, please. Make me cum. Please slam your cock in my spot daddy”, I moan

“Ok slut. You did a good job begging. I’ll give you want you want. If you scream”

“I’ll scream”, I promise, “I will”

I’ll do whatever he wants as long as he lets me cum

“Ok”, he says simply and thrusts hard into my spot again

“Oh god yes!”, I scream

Tae can always find my spot easily

How, I have no clue

“Cum”, he demands and my body obeys

I squeeze his cock so hard, releasing all over him

“Fuck yes”, he moans, “Again”

A few more slams have me coming again

“Daddy oh god daddy”, I shout

“More”, he yells

“Yes oh god yes”, I moan, orgasming again

“Again”

“Tae, I…I”

“Now slut. You do what I say, when I say!”, he yells, “And I’m telling you to cum. NOW!”

He thrusts right into my spot causing an automatic orgasm

“There you go”, he murmurs, “Cum again baby”

“Tae”

“Shh my baby, one more time. For me”, he asks

He leans over, kissing my back, my shoulder, running his hands all over me

“Baby?”, he asks

“Yeah Tae”, I answer

“Good baby”

He starts thrusting harder again, sliding into my spot again.

“Fuck Tae”, I moan

“Yeah baby”

“Don’t cum Tae”, Jimin reminds him

“Fuck”, he mutters

“Are you listening baby boy?”, Jimin asks

“Yes daddy, yes. I’m listening”, Tae confirms

He slides in again and my body shakes on him, climaxing again

“Fuck baby, let me out. I’m gonna cum, let me go”, Tae pleads

I force myself to unclench him and he slides out

“Fuck fuck”, Tae yells, trying to control himself

I turn to face them, laying down, tired

“Let me see baby boy”, Jimin says

Tae turns around and I move so I can watch

“Mmmm Tae Tae, your cock looks so good with my baby girl’s cum all over it”, Jimin teases

I look and Tae’s rock hard cock is standing straight out with my cum on him

And he’s leaking his own cum too

“What does my baby boy want?”, Jimin’s asks

“Want daddy to suck”, Tae whimpers

“Yeah. Do you want our baby to watch?”

Tae nods

Jimin looks over at me, “C'mon baby girl”

Jimin pushes Tae down, making him sit on the edge of the bed

I move, going behind Tae, wrapping my arm around his body, pulling his head back on my shoulder by his hair and kiss his neck where he likes it

Jimin moves closer to him, kissing him, his tongue in Tae’s mouth

I keep licking and sucking Tae’s neck while he kisses Jimin

Jimin moves from him, then comes to me, moving my head from Tae’s neck and kissing me

When he pulls away, Tae reaches up, pulling me to him, his lips on mine

I kiss him, while Jimin goes down on his knees

Tae moans in my mouth and when I look down, Jimin is sucking on Tae’s cock

Jimin and I love playing with Tae together

And Tae fucking loves it just as much

“Fuck baby girl, your cum tastes so good on Tae’s cock”

Fuck me, he just made me so wet

Again

I pull away from Tae and whisper in his ear, “Baby boy wants to watch daddy suck his cock?”

Tae nods, so I push his head off my shoulder and down so he can see Jimin

“Mmmm baby boy, look at your cock going in and out of daddy’s perfect mouth”

“Oh god”, he whimpers, his eyes glued to Jimin

Jimin sucks on Tae’s head, making him shiver against me

“Oh baby is shaking.”, I tease, kissing his shoulder, “How does daddy’s mouth feel on your cock baby boy?”

“Sssss…..so ggg…good”, he stammers

Jimin takes all of Tae in his mouth and sucks hard and fast

“Fuck”, Tae shouts, closing his eyes

“No baby. Open your eyes. Watch daddy”, I order

Tae opens his eyes again and looks down at Jimin

“Where does baby boy want to cum?”, Jimin asks him, smirking and licking up his cock

Tae moans, “In…in…in..”

“Aww baby boy can’t talk”, I giggle

Jimin smirks and starts licking the underside of Tae’s head quickly

“Ssss….shit”

“Answer daddy Tae. Where do you wanna cum?”, I ask

“In ddddd….dd…daddy’s mouth”, he gets out

“Yeah baby boy?”, I tease, sucking on his neck, leaving a hickey

He nods rapidly

I look at Jimin and he nods

“Ok baby, you can. Daddy said yes”

Jimin sucks all of Tae in his mouth, going hard at it

Tae starts shivering, screaming in pleasure

“Oh god, Oh god, Jimin, daddy, fuck!”, he shouts, coming hard

I watch Jimin swallow on Tae’s cock and it turns me on so much

Jimin keeps swallowing and Tae trembles every time he does

Jimin pulls away and I let go of Tae

Tae moves back onto the bed fully, then falls back, laying down, breathing hard

“Aww, Tae is tired”, I laugh

“I’m not”, Jimin says, grabbing me off the bed

He moves me on top of Tae, my back on Tae’s chest and ass on his cock

Jimin opens my legs and thrusts inside hard

“Fuck!”, I yell

Jimin starts moving at lightening speed, pounding away hard

And it feels fucking amazing

“Oh god Jimin”, I moan, my head against Tae’s shoulder

This is new

Jimin’s never fucked me on top of Tae before

I feel Tae’s hands touch all over my body, and stay on my breasts, playing with my nipples while Jimin slams into me

“Feels good baby?”, Jimin asks

I nod, “Yes Jimin”

“Good baby. You feel so good too”, Jimin praises, “You always feel so good”

I feel Tae get hard again under me

Jimin leans over and kisses me, tongue in my mouth

I wrap my arms around his neck, hands in his hair and holding him close to me

“I love you”, he whispers to me

“I love you”, I answer back

When he pulls away, he moves to Tae and kisses him too

Tae moves one of his hands to Jimin’s neck, one hand holding Jimin close, the other holding me to him

“Tae Tae is hard again”, I moan

“Yeah?”, Jimin asks when he pulls away from Tae

Tae nods

Jimin smirks, then opens my legs more, putting them over Tae’s

He reaches down and from Tae’s shivers, I know Jimin is touching his cock

He pulls me down a little more

The next thing I know, I feel Tae push in with Jimin

“C'mon Tae, get in. Help me fuck our baby”

I feel Tae raise his hips against me, pushing himself more into me

I gasp from the pleasure

I’ve never had both of them in at the same time but it feels so good

“Fuck”, Tae whimpers

Tae starts thrusting up at the same time Jimin slams in

“OH SHIT!”, I scream

“Baby likes our cocks in her Tae Tae”, Jimin murmurs

“Yeah”

Tae moves my head towards him so he can kiss me, while Jimin leans down and starts sucking on my nipple

Pure pleasure explodes in my body and I can’t think straight

“Fuck daddy, your cock feels so good on mine”, Tae moans

“Yeah baby boy. You feel good on me too”, Jimin answers

“Yeah. I love feeling you and baby at the same time.”

“I know what you mean Tae. She feels so good”

“She does”, Tae agrees

Fucking hell, their talking and thrusts are getting me so close

“Fuck Tae, you feel her throbbing?”, Jimin asks

“Yeah, feels so good. She’s gonna cum”

“Go harder Tae”, he urges

They both start moving harder and the pleasure is so fucking intense

I’m right there and the next thrust from them makes me go over the edge

The pure ecstasy I feel shuts my brain off completely and I just scream wordlessly while I grip Jimin’s arm and Tae’s hip, hard

My body starts shaking hard in between Jimin and Tae and I can’t control it

“Fuck Tae, look at how much pleasure our baby is in”, Jimin whispers

“She’s so beautiful”, Tae says

“Yeah she is”

My orgasm lasts longer than normal but when it tapers off, I feel so tired

I feel them both pull out

I close my eyes and I feel two pairs of lips, kissing all over my body

My body shakes against their lips

I can’t help it

“Baby is so sensitive now”, Tae says softly, kissing my shoulder

“Baby”, Jimin calls

“Mmmmm?”, I answer

“Can I go back in? I wanna cum in my baby. You don’t have to do anything baby, just feel me”, he asks

“Yeah baby, ok”, I agree

They both move me so that instead of laying on Tae, I’m laying on top of Jimin, my legs open around his

He moves me down by my hips, sliding me on his cock

I sigh, happy he’s there

Jimin fits inside me so perfectly and I love him inside

“Ok baby?”, he asks

I nod

He thrusts up, starting slow then getting harder and faster with each one, pleasure slowly taking over

“Jimin”, I moan

“Jo, baby”, he whimpers

I feel a tongue on my clit and I look down to see Tae licking me

“Tae”

“Can I baby? Please? I want to”, he asks

“Yeah Tae”

He smiles then goes back to licking

Shit, it feels amazing

I move my hand and slide it in Tae’s hair

“Fuck baby. I need you to cum on me. I need to feel you”, Jimin pleads

Tae starts sucking my clit the same time that Jimin thrusts up so hard

“Fuck”, I moan

Both sensations push me closer and I moan, coming

“Yes baby oh my god baby. JOANNE!”, Jimin shouts, holding me on him while he cums

Jimin pulls out when he’s done and Tae pulls me down Jimin, tongue in my pussy

Jimin gently moves out from under me, putting me on the bed

I look down, watching Tae pull his tongue out of my pussy with Jimin’s cum on it and he swallows

Then he slides his tongue back in and does it again

Holy crap, he’s licking Jimin’s cum from my pussy

That’s…..so hot

When he’s done, he continues to lick me all over

“Want baby’s cum too”, he moans

His tongue slides up, flicking my clit before he does it again

God his tongue feels so good

“Please baby”, he whines, “Don’t you like my tongue?”

“Yes Tae. I love your tongue”, I whisper

“Then gimmie”

He runs his tongue on my clit in the same spot over and over again and I feel the need to release the pleasure

Swiping his tongue up again, I lose it and cum, moaning his name

“Taehyung, fuck Taehyung”

“Mmmmm”, he moans, sliding his tongue back in

“Tae”

When I finish he moves away, then hovers over me, putting my legs around his hips

He leans down, kissing my neck and whispering, “Want to cum in my baby too”

“Yes Tae, I want you to”, I answer, putting my arms around him

He slides inside and I tremble against him

This time Tae goes slow, keeping a steady pace and kissing me everywhere

“Squeeze me baby. Please”

I nod, tightening on his cock, making him gasp in pleasure

Jimin comes up behind Tae

“Want it baby boy?”, he whispers in Tae’s ear

“Yes”, Tae answers, “Want you and baby”

“Is that ok baby?”, Jimin asks

I nod

If Jimin wants Tae then it’s fine with me

I don’t care

I feel Tae grip my hips hard when Jimin goes in him

“Ok baby boy?”

Tae nods

When Jimin moves, Tae’s body shakes

“You feels so good baby boy”, Jimin murmurs, “Tight like baby”

Tae moans and starts thrusting into me again

They both move at the same time together, all three of us moaning in pleasure

I’m getting there, slowly, just loving the feel of Tae sliding in and out

“Tae you feel good”, I praise him

“You feel good. So good”, he moans in my neck

“And Jimin?”, I ask

“Jimin feels good too”

Tae moves a little bit harder and I yelp in pleasure

“Good baby?”, Tae asks

“Yeah Tae, real good”, I agree

“Make you cum?”, he gets out

“Yeah baby, soon”

He nods and keeps moving

A few more thrusts and he causes another orgasm

My body arches into his, pressing against him and I moan loudly

“Ggggg…..good girl”, he stammers, still moving

“Oh fuck”, he moans and I feel him cum

“Shit Joanne. Fuck”

“Good baby”, I praise him

“Fuck”, Jimin moans

Tae stops moving, collapsing on top of me and Jimin moves away

I’m fucking exhausted, my body so tired and sore

I close my eyes, putting one arm around Tae, holding him

I’m almost out when I hear Jimin say, “You ok Tae?”

“No”

What?

What’s wrong?

“Why?”, Jimin asks

I feel Tae sit up

“I…I…”, Tae trails off

“What Tae? Tell me”

“I…I love her”

What?

“What?”, Jimin asks, disbelief in his voice

“I love her. In love with her”, he whispers

Then, “And with you too”

“I…uh…I”, Jimin stammers

“I don’t want to just have sex with you both anymore. I want to be with both of you. I want her to be my girlfriend and you to be my boyfriend. I want to go out with her on dates and with you too. I want to have sex with just her and me, and with just me and you.”

Oh shit

“Bbb…but we live together Tae. We would be together a lot more than you and her would be. Or me and her. It’s not fair to her.”

“Ask her to move in. Or we can move in with her”, Tae suggests

I’d be ok with that

“I…I don’t know Tae”

“Do you love her?”, Tae asks

“Of course I love her. She’s the love of my life Tae. I can’t imagine my life without her”

My heart fills with happiness when I hear him

He’s the love of my life too

“Do you love me?”

“Yeah Tae I love you but not the way you love me or her. I’m not going to lie, I have feelings for you or I wouldn’t keep being with you”

“Could you love me, like in love?”

“I…yeah Tae, I think I can over time”

“Can she?”

“I think so. She already loves you, just not how you want her to too. But she can”

I definitely can

Just like Jimin, I do have feelings for Tae

It can turn into love if I let it

“But you don’t want this do you?”, Tae asks sadly

“No Tae it’s not that. It’s just….I’m scared”

“Scared of what? That you’ll love me more than her? Because you know that won’t happen. I know how much you love her and nothing can get in the way of that”

“No that’s not it”, Jimin says quietly, “I’m scared that she’ll love you more. That she’ll want just you and not me. And I can’t live without her”

Never going to happen

“Jimin give her some credit. She loves you just as much as you love her. I have no doubt that she’d instantly choose you over the both of us. I also have no doubt you’d choose her. I’m not stupid Jimin. I know how much you two mean to each other”, Tae explains, “I just want you two to have room to love me too”

“I do have room for you Tae”

“I do too”, I answer, opening my eyes

“Jo? You’re awake?”, Tae asks

“Barely”, I smile tiredly, sitting up too

“You heard-”

“Yeah, all of it”

“So uh what do you think baby?”, Jimin answers

“I think yes”

“You do?”, Jimin asks

“Yes baby. I…I have feelings for Tae too. And I know you want to do this too. If you didn’t you would of shut him down immediately”

“I do but-”, Jimin starts

“I know you’re scared baby, but I swear, I will always love you Jimin. That’s never going to change. You are my everything and I can’t live without you either”, I explain, taking his hand, “So you dont have to worry about that ok?”

He nods and I turn to Tae

“But I can also love Tae too.”

I reach out and he immediately takes my hand

“You can too Jimin. And it’s ok. I know you’ll always love me.”

“I will Jo. I swear, don’t ever doubt that”

“I won’t”, I smile

“So uh is this ok?”, Tae asks Jimin

Jimin glances at me, then says, “Yeah Tae. It’s ok”

The smile that bursts on Tae’s face makes me happy.

“You guys can move into my apartment if you want. Or we can get another one”, I offer

“I have an apartment”, Tae says, “I bought one a year ago. A big one and it more than fits the three of us”

“Yeah ok”, Jimin answers, “We can move in this week”

“I…uh”, I start

“What baby?”, Tae asks

“I…uh…don’t have as much money as you guys do. I can’t pay you for living there. I can help with the bills but-”

“No baby. You don’t have to pay for anything.”, Jimin answers

“But-”, I protest

“No Jo. It’s ok. You’re our baby. We can take care of you”, Tae says

What?

“No Tae-”

“We can talk about this later ok baby?”, Jimin suggests, “You’re tired baby and if you don’t take a nap, you’re going to be so cranky later”

“Hey”, I protest

“Shh baby, it’s ok. We’ll figure everything out. I promise”, Tae says soothingly

“C'mon baby, I’ll sleep with you and Tae will too”

“Yeah baby”, Tae agrees

I pout, “Fine”

I’m still exhausted so I let them talk me into laying down

But I am going to fight them later about them paying for everything

I’m not a moocher

I’ll just argue later

Right now, both of them kiss me, then snuggle into me, one on each side

And it feels so good, I can’t resist

They have to be exhausted too because right before I fall asleep I hear Jimin breathing evenly and Tae snoring lightly

I smile to myself, so happy I have the best boyfriends in the world

[clairvoyantae]

SHAMELESS FOR YOU • Kim Taehyung

part one | part two

pairing ➣ brother-in-law! Tae x married! reader

summary ➣ You were tired of your boring married life until one day, you met your handsome brother-in-law, the one you didn't even know about.

genre ➣ smut, angst, cheating

warnings ➣ NSFW (minors do not interact), angst, reader is married (obvi), cheating, public sex, fingering under the table, making out, Tae talks filthy, Tae enjoys making reader needy, he is also really cruel/ a tease (ig), choking, even more fingering

Word count • 2k words

You thought that the idea of getting married would be good as it could kill your loneliness and your husband also seemed loving and caring at the start of your marriage.

But boy, were you wrong.

He was always too busy with work to pay attention to your needs, and whenever you tried to talk to him, he brushed you off saying that he was busy or that he was working for you.

You were losing your mind, you just wanted love and attention but your husband never gave it to you.

But one day, everything changed.

You heard the doorbell ring and went to open the door.

Opening the door, you saw a man, who looked like your husband, but better.

He smiled at you and you asked, "Hey, can I help you?" with a polite tone. "Guess you don't me, I'm Taehyung, your husband's brother" he said as the smile was still on his face but it had a hint of sadness.

Confusion was visible on your face. Neither your husband nor his parents had ever mentioned about him having a brother and you also didn't see him at your wedding. "You might be wondering why you've never heard about me before, aren't you?" he asked and you nodded. "It's because my family and I don't really get along" he said with a sigh.

"I'll take my leave now, it was nice seeing you in person Y/n" he said and was about to turn to leave but you lost your balance and fell in his arms.

That's where everything started.

He held onto you tightly, leaving no space between your bodies.

Your lips were inches apart and you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

Fuck, it was driving you insane.

The tension was palpable in the air and your breaths were uneven because of the closeness.

Both of you didn't say anything. Just the sound of the sound of both of yours uneven breaths and quickened heartbeats could be heard.

You both stood frozen in your spot, not knowing what to do.

He wanted to fuck you until you begged him to stop, but you were married to his brother at the end of the day.

He let go of you and you fixed your posture. But, being out of his arms gave you an empty feeling and you just wanted to be held by him once again.

"I'll take my leave now, darling" he said and came closer to your face "Unless, you don't want me to" he whispered in your ear and kissed your cheek, making shivers run down your spine.

He got away from your face and smirked. But soon his expression turned serious. "Don't tell anyone that I came here, okay?" He asked and you nodded.

He gave you another kiss on your cheek and left.

A Day Later

"Y/n get ready, we're going to mom and dad's house for dinner" your husband said and you mumbled an okay to him.

While you were getting ready, all you could think about was Taehyung. Numerous questions about him flooded in your mind.

You entered their house and your mother in law smiled at you and came to you.

But your eyes were searching for him and you saw him, walking down the stairs, fixing his shirt.

Your eyes met his and he winked at you.

As soon as he was downstairs, your husband took your hand and guided you to Taehyung.

This is where you had to start acting like you were meeting him for the first time.

"Y/n, this is my brother, Taehyung" your husband said. "We didn't really get along that's why you never heard about him, but I want to fix everything" he continued, smiling at Taehyung.

'Everything's about to be even more ruined, dear brother' Taehyung looked at you and thought.

He knew that you wanted him as much as he wanted you, or even more.

He knew that his brother was a workaholic and never thought about anything else than his work. He was sure that his brother wasn't paying attention to you and was neglecting your needs.

But, he was there now and he wouldn't leave you until he showed you heaven, at least.

Everyone sat down on the dining table. Your husband sat in front of you and Taehyung sat next to you. Your mother in law sat next to Taehyung and in front of your father in law.

"Y/n, can you check on the chicken, that's in the oven?" your mother in law asked "Of course" you smiled and went to the kitchen.

"Mom, I'll grab a glass of water from the kitchen" Taehyung made up an excuse so he could talk to you. "I'll ask Y/n to grab it for you" she said. "No mom, it's okay, I'll get it myself" he said and went to the kitchen.

You were about to go to the dining room when you felt someone hugging you from behind. "Y/n, it's me, Taehyung" he whispered in your ear.

"What are you doing here?" you asked "I wanted to talk to you" he said "About what?" "About us"

"What about us? You're just my brother in law" you said.

"We both know that it's not true, don't lie, Y/n" he said.

And, he was right.

He was the only thing in your mind the whole day after that incident.

"I know you are also thinking about me, just how I am about you" he said "Yes I am. But, you're my husband's brother for fuck's sake, Taehyung" you said.

"The same husband who doesn't know anything else other than his work, also the one who neglects the needs of a wife this beautiful" he said "H-how do you know?" you asked.

"First of all, he's my brother and second of all, the way you were looking at me wasn't the look of a happy wife, also how you weren't letting go of me" he said and left little kisses on your neck, and shivers ran down your spine once again.

Fuck, his touch felt too good.

He turned you around and lifted your chin up, so your eyes could meet his.

His eyes screamed his need for you and you knew your eyes were reciprocating it.

His fingers made circles on your waist, leaving a burning sensation with every touch. "I'll show you heaven, my love. All you have to do is say" he said.

"Fuck it"

"Show me heaven, Kim Taehyung"

He smirked and his fingers wrapped around your throat. You could hardly breathe but it felt like his grip on your throat was the only thing keeping you stable.

He pinned you against the refrigerator, making sure to make no noise because your family was sitting in the next room.

You both leaned in and were about to kiss, but the oven beeped, indicating the chicken was ready.

"Fuck this oven" he cursed the oven, making you chuckle.

You got out of the kitchen first, bringing out the chicken.

"What took you so long, Y/n?" your husband asked. "There were only a few minutes left so I thought that I'll just come after it was ready" you said. "Thank you so much, Y/n" your mother in law said. You felt bad for what you were actually doing in the kitchen.

You sat down and Taehyung came and sat next to you. "Tae, what took you so long?" Your mother in law asked "My hair was a mess, so I was just fixing it" Taehyung replied.

Everyone was focusing on eating dinner when you felt a hand on your thigh. You know it was Taehyung's and you were thinking what he was going to do next.

His hand travelled from your thighs to your stomach and then to your center.

You were wet, from everything that had happened a few minutes ago.

His slid a finger inside you and you almost moaned.

You couldn't focus on eating because of the magic his finger was doing to you.

It was getting harder and harder for you to control your moans with each thrust of his finger.

You tried to eat but you couldn't. It was surprising to you how he acted like everything was normal.

You arched your back, allowing his finger to go in deeper.

"Y/n, what happened? Why aren't you eating?" your mother in law asked and a light hiss left your mouth.

You knew that Taehyung was enjoying it. "N-nothing, just my head hurts a little" you said, while you came on Taehyung's hand.

He took his finger out of you and touched your forehead with the other hand, pretending to check if you had a fever. "Your temperature is normal, maybe you're feeling nauseous" he said.

"Yeah, maybe" you said. "Why don't you two stay here for tonight, your house is really far away and I think it would be the best for Y/n" your mother in law suggested. "I think we can do that, what do you say, Y/n?" your husband asked.

"I don't have any problem" you said. From the inside, you were happy, because you could spend more time with Taehyung.

"Okay then you both are staying here" your mother in law said.

You had changed and were in the room with your husband, who was sleeping peacefully.

But you weren't at peace at all. You wanted even more.

You were standing at the door Taehyung's room and knocked.

He opened the door, and smirked seeing you there. "I knew you would come to me, baby" he said and pulled you inside.

He pinned you against the wall and wrapped his fingers around your throat once again. "You were such a good little liar for me out there baby" he praised you. "That's why you deserve a little reward" he said and smashed his lips on yours.

This was the best kiss that you've had in your whole life. Your hands entangled in his black locs, pulling him deeper.

He picked you up and your legs wrapped around his torso. He took off your clothes, leaving you in just your underwear.

He took you on his bed and laid you down, breaking the kiss as you both panted heavily.

He took off your panties and slid his middle finger inside you. "Scream as much as you want, my angel, no one besides me can hear you here" he said and thrust his finger inside you at a really slow pace.

The pace of his thrusts was torturous but pleasurable. He slid another finger inside you and increased his pace making you let out a string of moans.

"Did your husband make you feel like this?" he asked. "N-no, only you" you said.

He kept thrusting his fingers inside you until you came.

He captured your lips in a kiss after you came.

"Get dressed and get back to your husband, baby" he said and got away from you.

"What?" you asked. "You heard me, darling. If you want more, you have to wait" he said and smirked. "Are you serious?" "Very" he said

"I think you should go to your room, because what will your husband think if he finds you sleeping with me on my bed, hmm?" He asked, while cleaning you up with a tissue.

"I think you're right" you said, while dressing yourself.

He kissed you for the last time. "Have some patience, my baby" he said and smiled, then you went to your room.

[aseaofyoongi]

a years interlude | kth

kth x reader (f)

genre: 19th century; one-shot

rating: mature audiences only (18+)

summary: a story of pain, healing, love, and the yearning of the heart.

warnings: slight mention of blood; non-descriptive (brief) mention of dead fetus (lost baby at birth); memory loss; slight fluff; penetrative sex; cunnilingus; clitorial stimulation; nipple play; hand job; taehyung looking like a 19th century prince in his photofolio; if non-19th century things are mentioned i am so sorry, i tried to do as much research as possible but so many personal things went down while I was writing this that research was slim.

word count: 10,9 thousand words

posted: friday january 6, 2023

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The Levate was your home. It had been assigned as your unruly fate far before you were even a fetus in your mother’s womb.

It was your destiny.

The tale commenced about two-hundred years prior, with your great grandmother. She was a mere lass—young, beautiful and most importantly educated girl. It was a rarity for its time. Initially, the men in her family, your family, were destined healers but your great grandmother’s father's bloodline was referred to as fragile and it was ‘cursed’ with just daughters.

One after another after another.

A couple of years passed before the men of the village realized that their people would only benefit in allowing the women of your family to become a part of the legacy and aid those in need. . Especially, the wives of the select few who were in need of assistance during childbirth, word had it women were growing uncomfortable in being presented with male assistance while they carried their babies for nearly nine months and then having inexperienced servants assisting during deliveries— numerous women left to neighboring villages which implemented the requirement of having qualified female only aids during their pregnancies and in their labor confinements.

After a rather hefty consensus the people of the town spoke and your family was granted their titles as former healers and reputable midwives.

Upon shadowing her nearly retired father and the accoucheuse from neighboring villages, your great grandmother learned the complexity of your modern medicament rapidly. She was very astute, stretching as far as the barriers of your society allowed her to reach. Truth was despite everything she was still a woman and was only allowed a speck of liberty—and one single mistake sent her down a bridle pathway of damnation for an eternity and her grave would be dug up by the Kim family.

The Kim’s were the most powerful family in the village, simulating the most vicious predators at the peak of the food chain. They were pythons while the rest of you were rodents. Their formidable force stemmed from their affluence leading them to soar like eagles in the expansive sky, high beyond the passing clouds—they were as close to royals as Hawkshead could attain.

Your great grandmother had been called on by Viscountess Kim to service in the delivery of what would be their fifth child. They were hoping for a male to supply as an eventual successor after being consecutively burdened by a string of daughters. The task was seemingly simple as she already had a hefty resume in delivering babies day in and day out but this particular delivery was. . arduous. The pressure was immense, she knew there was little room for error, and despite the dozen pound weight dragging from her shoulder, she graced her mind with confidence; the assurance of her skills and began her duty as a midwife.

Things began as usual, the dimly lit birth chamber was crowded by servants as they serviced Viscountess Kim any and all of her absurd requests ranging from kneading her feet beyond comfort to fetching her intricate suppers that could only be found a whole town away. The room was aromatized with the soft scents of chamomile, her remedy for easing the nerves. That was all she could provide but of course, medicine then, wasn’t what it is now.

Her duty was to sit and wait. And then sit and wait some more—until baby Kim has decided it was finally time to meet the world.

From her place at the delivery stool her eyes roamed across the unblemished midnight sky. There were innumerable stars prancing around the black vastness accompanying the moon as they danced a soft tango together. Nights were serene; peaceful and she always found herself enthralled in it. The twinkling seams of the stars were dazzling yet there was no way she could look away. Initially, there was a brief silence amongst the emergent storm sweeping across the dormitory, she recalled screaming; frantic screams. In the beginning they were muffled, so far away, for a brief second she had thought Lord Kim was chopping off someone's head down the corridor—except, it wasn’t.

Lady Kim was beginning to hyperventilate, she broke out in sweats, and the lady maids were flailing their arms in the air calling your attention, their attempt at getting her to snap out of her trance.

“We need help,” she’d heard from one of the many nameless figures accompanying the Viscountess.

“Just give me some space,” she abandoned her spot near the window now sitting at the foot of the bed, “fetch me more linens.”

She was heaving, trembling, gasping for air and her screams could likely be heard by the Levate. Her forehead glistened, “I need him out of me,” her breathing was heavy, “I need him out.”

There was a cold bead of sweat rolling down her back but she remained in her position waiting for baby Kim, (hopefully, a boy), to greet you with bright chocolate eyes and raucous cries. You instructed her to push, and she complied. Again, you communicated the same and she did as told. She pushed harder and harder, until the fetal head crowned.

She almost sighed with relief.

Almost.

But the room was eerily still.

Baby Kim, the baby boy, was now in her hands but he was not weeping—his eyes were closed, and his skin was a shade of periwinkle.

He was not breathing.

“How is my baby?” Lady Kim asked.

But she stood, completely still, the tiny body of what was supposed to be a healthy scion laid in her arms, unmoving.

“How is he?” She asked once again.

Your great grandmother’s skin glimmered in the dim candle light as the sweat trickled down her forehead. She quickly walked the boy to the baby bassinet and laid him down.

“Is he OK?” her pleas to know rumbled in the inner walls of your ears, and all you could do was rummage through your brain for an answer on what to do—this had never happened before. She’d always delivered healthy babies, always.

How could this happen? She had not pulled too hard, the mother seemed in good health. . What evil lurked in the shadows to drag this baby away from its mother before she even has the chance to hold him in her arms?

Lady Kim sat up on her elbows—her eyes were mimicking the sparkle of shining glass, she was shaking with anxiousness; fear.

“The baby-”she stammered, “h-he’s”

Words failed her. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth and no matter how she tried to structure the news, sentences did not come easy to her.

“He’s what?” the Viscountess yelled, her voice vibrating through the walls like a high pitched sound wave, “how is my baby boy?”

“Baby Kim has passed on, Lady Kim. My sincerest apologies,” She bowed as her voice cracked delivering the unfortunate news.

The viscountess’ wails were inconsolable, they were haunting and your great grandmother couldn’t help but hang her head in shame. Everything her father taught her was flushed down the drain, her career as a healer was compromised and her life was not guaranteed at the sake of her failure.

All her certainties hung by a single thread and her freedom disintegrated when a lock and chain adorned her wrists and soon as Viscount Kim heard of the unfortunate events surrounding the birth and death of his only son. He—they blamed her for the entire thing, despite her best interest always being the delivery of a healthy boy. They did not listen to her, instead they ostracized her and held a trial to supply her culpability. Her charges included, ‘conspiring against the noble Kim.’

You closed her journal up and slouched on your rickety rocking chair, swinging back and forth lightly.

That was all written by her.

She wrote it as an autobiography for the following generations to understand—it was a reminder of the story you didn’t need to read because you knew it by heart; you lived it; you simulated her pain.

After the verdict was delivered by the counsel, composed of those hand selected by the Kim family, for the proceedings of an unjust trial. They were ready to send your great grandmother to be executed. Hastily, they came to the realization that our family were the only healers in Hawkshead and the nearest family of honorable medicinal knowledge settled days away from our village, so instead of ending her life. . They decided to sentence her and the women to follow to be banished, and sent her on exile to the Levate.

So they walked her to the outskirts nearing the barrier of the viridescent enchanted forrest—she was to reside there and if her knowledge was ever requested they would seek out for her, but that was not her only duty, she was to assist all men injured in the Levate and guide them out the barrier in the direction of the village.

It was the punishment of imprisonment without the shackles, but at least in a cell you had cell mates, guards, people around you—there was nothing but emerald pasture and brobdingnagian trees for miles into the dense forest.

Her husband and son stayed behind in Hawkshead and they continued the legacy of male healers while the women in our family were condemned by her mistake. We were sent to fend for ourselves in the estranged surroundings of the Levate as soon as it was decided by the Kim counsel. A lot of them wed and snuck their husbands in and out of the forest but it wasn't in your intention to subject a man through the complications of the barrier but specially you did not plan to contribute a child into the damnation of this curse. Your predestined beginning and end was as it was, your inevitable demise. There was nothing you could do about it but your principles—your conscience wouldn’t allow you to drag someone else to be a subject of this morbid ordeal and while residing in the Levate was out of your reach; celibacy was the only aspect of your life you had control over.

It’s been a continuity of the same thing, day after day, the same sky up above, the same redundant emerald leaves on the same golden tree branches.

Everything was the same.

It was revolting and it sent you on a spiral of drumming headaches, the same four walls in this same cabin, and the same scenery outdoors.

Five years down, an eternity to go.

An eternity. Seems like ages away but our perception of forever is but mere speck in our reality because to the people out there—living, laughing, loving, life is dazed and comes and goes in the blink of an eye but within the barriers, behind the unchanged days and the repetitious routine your eternity has exceeded the five years you’d been in here and it seemed roads away from where you stood in that moment.

Though you were promised occasional outings of aid, not a single person back in the village has requested your healing abilities for months now and no one ever stumbles past the barriers unless absolutely necessary. You were completely alone, left to rot in abandonment—the Kim counsel knew that but you were certain the infliction of isolation was their specialty for torture.

Nightfall approached quicker than expected that day but you supposed it was the repercussions of being cocooned behind your probing thoughts for a clock’s worth. After dining and changing into your nightgown, you found yourself laying down on the creaky bedstead, you kept your window open becoming astounded by the luminosity of the night sky. The pale crescent moon shone like a bright pearl, and the blanket of winking stars stretched to infinity. Their soft glint mimicked the flickering candle light of your neighbors back at the village, and for a single moment. . you weren’t forgotten, they were just a door away keeping you company until you were finally able to drift off into a deep slumber.

“There’s word in town about the death of the Lord Kim,” There were two girls walking by the southeastern border of the Levate, close to where you currently kneeled picking berries.

Although you could not see their faces, the youth and naivety in their tone was indication enough that they were young, far too young to acknowledge the gravity of their claims.

Being in seclusion was a dead man’s curse because despite the exigency of claims floating around the forest’ border you could never truly confirm its legitimacy.

One of the girls hushed the other, and they began their soft whispers but you could still hear. They were to keep away from the barrier, you should’ve probably warned them but their gossip was far more interesting.

“How could you even know of this?” one of the girls questioned, you didn’t dare peek out from your place behind the bushes to see who they were. . just listened, “what business have you in the Kim estate?”

“For starters, they called on that knowledgeable nurse from Lockwick and the lady maids have been spreading word around town.”

“I suppose you’re right but how could we be certain? They all hide so discreetly behind those golden gates.”

“Process of elimination obviously,” —you’d admit this is the most intel you have eavesdropped on in the last one thousand eight hundred and twenty five days. They continued, “The Kim daughters are all married off, their son is off on a voyage and Lady Kim was seen in town just two days ago. Who is the only person we have failed to see for weeks?”

“I suppose you’re right,” she continued in a whispering voice, “that still is no proof of his passing. I think we should wait and keep this to ourselves if we don’t want to end up like that girl who was banished there.” They were probably pointing into the Levate and were certainly referring to you.

Is that all you were in the village? A fable? A tactic to scare kids into respecting their elders? Did anyone even know what happened?

You sat on the soil which likely stained your blush pink skirt—you couldn’t bring yourself to care however.

‘like that girl’

‘that girl’

The words bounced in your head, their kinetic force dented the delicate walls of your brain. You just played their predicament over and over in a continuous loop. You were alive, breathing but you were as good as dead.

Noone remembered you or your name or what you stood for. Noone knew who you were anymore. You felt like an ant on a planet of giants—so insignificant and useless.

Your only consultation lay beside Lord Kim, in his deathbed if he was even dead. Your hope is rooted, that with his passing, the abolishment of the previous ancient laws and regulations would be mandated. This could be the opportunity to get out of here for good, to leave Hawkshead and live for yourself. You had never wished for the cessation of anyone before but you sure hoped there was a stone with his name engraved on it somewhere, especially after the hand he’s dealt in the suffrage of the women in your family, especially after he held onto the grudge of his ancestors as if they were his own.

Your brain was still frazzled by the rumors of the young girls, still, you attempted to map out who the following Viscount would be to serve as a successor. You doubt any of their daughters would come back, they are all married into wealth far richer than the Kim’s could even dream of. There was their eldest son who was off on a voyage and no one had seen sight of him for the last 11 years. No one knew exactly who he was anymore or what he looked like for that matter.

If speculation was right and Lord Kim has passed—their mysterious son should be coming into town. Perhaps, you could try and arrange a meeting with him, and argue your case.

You could be free.

At last there was hope. The possibility of a future you actually had the chance of living.

You skipped the rest of the way to the cabin. Your feet felt lighter against the verdure path—a buoyant spark coursed through your blood stream, the current sent you floating in mid-air. Intoxicated off ecstasy at the mere grasp of the potential freedom you so desperately craved.

You stood near the barrier.

You were still in the Levate but there was a shift in the surroundings you were so accustomed to. Your initial thought was to run once and for all but your thoughts kept you grounded right where you stood.

Of course, you’ve thought about escaping but if the journals had taught you anything it was that running away would only lead to your demise.

All of your ancestors who disappeared. . turned up in a wooden box days after. You supposed freedom in the afterlife was much better than no freedom at all but you craved living and besides you couldn’t give the Kim’s the satisfaction of seeing you crumble.

You couldn’t.

You breathed slowly as the figure on the other side stood facing you. Its face was blurred and the usual lines outlining one's eyes, nose and lips were consumed by irrefutable darkness.

“Who are you?” You yelled out. . No response, “what are you doing so near the barrier?”

It held its hand out—palm stretched out reaching for you; calling out for you.

“I cannot leave unless called for medical assistance purposes,” you stepped closer to the barrier. . definitely digging into treacherous territories, “this is my home.” The words tasted so sour on your tongue, because although you were forced into the Levate it certainly wasn’t a home.

It remained in the same position, you knew you should’ve been petrified but his demeanor was inviting, it called out to you. His vocal vibrations perforated right through the barrier and enchanted the soles of your feet leading you to inch closer and closer to it.

“I can’t. .” you mouthed.

You looked back into the thicket there was nothing left for you here.

One step closer.

The bottomless feeling of loneliness vanished and was replaced with optimism. You shouldn’t wait to go far away.

“I shouldn’t. .” you mumbled.

“Come to me,” you heard, the voice was monotone, displaying no real sense of emotion, “we must make haste.”

“No. . no. .” Your objections convinced no one at all, not even yourself—but your eyes were closed and you shook your head vigorously, “No. .” you chanted over and over.

The voice which was once louder than yours, sounded farther and farther away, its words became muffled and disintegrating in your head. Suddenly, there was a shift and his pleas to have you disobey the rules set upon your life became cries for help.

“Help,” it repeated once over.

“Shut up.” You screamed, finally opening your eyes, there was nothing but darkness. . and you were laying in bed.

You were just dreaming.

You sighed, relieved to learn that you were not on the brink of insanity. . a little deprived of formal human interaction but you weren’t entirely a lost cause yet. Perhaps, the whole thing was rooted from the lone thread which remained intact, the same one which was to eventually lead you right out of the Levate, if the Kim son was as merciful as he was rumored to be in the village back when you were younger.

You sat up on your bed, a cold bead of sweat traveled along your temples and once again you found yourself in solace within the night sky. It was peaceful, as usual, but you couldn’t help but wonder how far the sky stretched. Was there such a place on earth where the heavens met its end? A place where you could climb up the stars as you would a ladder and swim amongst them forever.

There was a whimper, initially, it was faint and you thought it came from a traveler on the pathway near the barrier. But the whines became louder and louder and they were followed with soft cries for help. Unfamiliar, to the one in your dream this voice sputtered much more emotion, whoever it belonged to, surely they were hurt.

You slid on your slippers and made kitten strides towards the front door of the cabin.

“Is there anyone here?”

You grabbed onto the door handle, before stopping for just a second to take a deep breath. After grabbing the lit up lantern from the nearby countertop you made your way out of the house.

“Where are you?” you called out once stepping off the last wooden staircase.

Realistically speaking, you were aware you should’ve armed yourself with a kitchen knife for protection—but you were steered by adrenaline almost; shaken with the possibility of your first patient in five years. Guzzled, with the idea of the presence of another human being on the premises.

“I’m on the left side of your lovely home.”

“Lovely. .” You scoffed, more like hell.

When you finally reached him, he was crushing your rose bush as he remained sprawled out on the ground.

“Are you in need of some assistance, sir?” You asked in the utmost innocent voice.

“Uh,” He groaned, “Yes. . yes please.”

“How did you end up past the barrier?”

“I came. .” he scratched the back of his head, his voice you noticed was grave, much lower than you could remember any man sounding like back in Hawkshead. It was soothing, and felt just as it does when the sun hits your skin on a hot summer day, “I can’t actually remember..”

“The barriers have that effect on people, especially those who were not cursed to be in here.”

“Cursed?” he asked.

“Yes, I’ll explain soon. How about I help you up and we can chat inside. I’m getting a bit cold out here.” You stretched for him to grab, he did, and you quickly led him to the safety of your home. You sat him on one of the dining room chairs and pulled the second one for you right beside him.

“Welcome to the Levate,” you placed the lantern on the table. The swaying of the candle’s flame reflected on his perfect fucking face.

Actually, was there anything more passionate than the word perfect? because if there was, it would still not be enough to describe the beauty of the man you’d just housed.

“The Levate.” He repeated, his expresso eyes glimmered under the flickering flame, they sparkled like the hundreds of bright friends you had found in the dead of night every dawn.

“Yes,” after washing your hands and gathering a bottle of whiskey, cloth bandages, tweezers, and a cold compress for his head you took a seat beside him

“Is this forest part of the village up ahead?”

“You remember Hawkshead?”

“Is that the village?”

You hummed.

“Vaguely.”

You placed the cotton cloth with ice against the bump on this forehead, “Is it ok if we remove this sleeve of your shirt?” You pointed at the bloodstained sleeve with the scattered holes which were likely a result of the thorns dug into his arm from your roses. He nodded, “does it hurt?”

He shook his head, “not really.”

“Can you remember your name?” You asked, slowly removing the shirt as to avoid more injury.

“Tae,” he winced. “All I remember is being called Tae.”

“Ok, Tae. .” you began, “This is going to pinch just a bit but you let me know if you want me to stop.”

Tae nodded. His arm had seven thorns adorning his honey-toned skin. “Do you remember anything about your family?”

“Not really,” You pulled out the first thorn and he winced, just six more to go, “I remember I have a mother and like 5 sisters but their names are blank. Is this normal here. . In the Levate?”

“Yes,” you pulled out two more, “It is. To on goers the Levate is a pause in time. This is the forest of abandonment—while in here your mind is on pause and all your memories are tampered by the forces casted upon the ambience.”

“So when I leave—”

“I have never had the liberty to leave but I believe I’ll be but a faint memory.”

“Are you stuck here?” You pulled out the remaining with little to no reaction from him.

You nodded. A faint smile was pressed upon your lips.

“I suppose I am.” After grabbing the whiskey and pouring some into a cloth you began dabing his wounds to prevent infection. His gaze was on you like a spell and while you tried to remain focused you couldn’t help the stutter in your movements as you began wrapping his arm up.

“What does that mean?”

“My great great grandmother made a very wealthy family in the village angry and ever since then the healing female descendents have been casted to an eternity of damnation here in the Levate. This is our home for the rest of our lives.” You looked right into his gleaming orbs in an attempt to hide the melancholiness in yours, his were soft; soulful; and you could easily map out the entire galaxy in them.

“Have you ever tried to just up and leave?”

“Others have tried but it didn't quite work out.”

“These people really hold onto grudges don’t they,” he shook his head.

“I guess it’s human nature.”

“What’s yours?” You stood to discard the supplies you had used to assist him. The ill-lit cabin was the worst reminder of what your human nature was; the Levate was too; your lineage; you were.

“To be alone.”

“And you believe that?”

“Doesn’t really matter what I believe because it is as it is. There’s nothing to change now and the only person who can is on voyages nowhere to be found.” Saying it out loud was unsparing—every time those hopeless words met your tympanum it added to the deeply rooted sentiment of wanting out, of searching for a better tomorrow.

“Who can?”

“Their son.”

“And he’s gone?”

You shrugged, “not dead just away from Hawkshead.”

He slouched back on the chair, lips spread widely in a yawn, his toned chest was exposed under the two torn buttons on his white top—he looked exhausted.

“Well this is the only home in the Levate but you are more than welcome to stay over as long as you like.” You offered.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, my tiny prison is your tiny prison.” You smiled.

“I love the decorative statements you’ve made here,” he unhurriedly scanned the cabin’s walls, taking it all in inch by inch, “especially this unique wall paper.”

“It’s sun dried flowers. . they were all dead.”

“Well they certainly bring life to the place.”

“Thanks.”

His smile was wide, so luminous it lit up the pathway back to the village even from here. “And where shall I divulge in my slumber? I require a lot of commodities, you know.”

“Of course, will a sleeping bag or a duvet do?”

“Duvet sounds lovely.”

“I’ll fetch that for you.”

Mornings were always your favorite time of the day. You awoke, read a few pages from your ancestors journals or medical books, prepared a pot of tea and fetched the daily nutritional offerings left for you by those in the village. It was a routine, one you have grown accustomed to, and embraced dearly because it reminded you that despite being shunned away you were still here. Alive. Breathing.

You rubbed sleep off your eyes and sat up on the bed.

“Good morning,” the voice was invasive and although you knew Tae was here, you just weren’t used to having anyone around.

“Good morning to you.” you reciprocated, “you seem to be doing well this morning.”

“It was but a couple of scratches.” His back was still turned to you as he scrambled around on top of the stove, “I’m much better. I really hope you weren’t expecting me off this early.”

“Honestly, I thought you would’ve ran out of here as soon as the sun emerged.”

“Why is that?”

“A lot of men flee from the burden of not knowing. Actually, no. . Nobody has ever stumbled amongst my gardens before. I assume they would all run for the hills.”

“Assumptions are not facts.” Tae handed you a piece of bread and a small cup of coffee, “I hope you do not mind me staying just for a bit though.”

“That is fine with me.” You deliver softly. The only burden weighing on your shoulders was getting used to being around Tae and then having to watch him cross that barrier to his regular life back in the village without the faintest memory of you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, taking a seat next to you on the bed.

You nodded, “I’m alright.”

“So. .” he rubbed his hands on his slacks, “What’s on the itinerary for the day?”

“Not much actually,” you laughed as you were reeled back into your pathetic life, “there are very few things to do in here.”

Tae smiled so tenderly it felt as if you were floating on water—as if you were being swayed aimlessly on a body of water. Allowing the curvatures of his mouth to direct you as they pleased. It felt so refreshing having someone smile at you that way. You couldn’t quite get enough of it.

“Anything in particular you need to get done?”

“I need to go wash my clothes in the river.”

“I’ll come along.”

Upon making it to the river you landed at the usual spot on the river bank where a couple of boulders sat. You placed your basket on the ground and reached for the first item before smearing soap on it to slap, twist and rub the clothes against the rock.

You repeated the same for everything you brought over which was not necessarily a whole lot but you felt the need to distract yourself from being so indulged in Tae’s presence.

“So what are you going to do to arrange a meeting with this wealthy person to get you out of here?” He laid on the grass, his head touched your calf slightly and you swore you could feel the small sparks beginning to ignite as his dark hair tickled your skin.

“First, I have to see if he’s back in town.”

“And how would we know?”

You shrugged, “They’re pretty well known so I’m hoping word gets around and somehow makes it back to me.”

“That’s an absurd plan.” His protests were right but you really had no way of arranging for things to be executed in a better way.

“Well, Tae, that is the best I could come up with. There’s no other way.”

“Are you even being watched here?” He asked.

“I walked the perimeter of the Levate previously but I didn’t see anyone guarding it but all my previous ancestors who have attempted an escape have been killed shortly after leaving.” You twisted the cloth a bit harder against the hard surface.

“So they’re not caught leaving but instead on the road out of the village. I’m guessing they’ve been unlucky enough to encounter people who honor that wicked family.” Tae continued, “how many have tried to escape?”

“Two.”

“One’s a coincidence but I believe in a situation like this two might be intentional. I’m not sure I remember but there might be guards watching movement in and out of the village”

“Seems like it. . but I do not plan an escape. I wanna leave out of here honorably and to break this stupid curse once and for all. It needs to end with me.” You rubbed harsher and harsher.

“I promise I will remember you. I’ll help you get out of here,” he sat up and guided your chin towards him—your eyes met his once again. They were dark this time, almost black and you could tell he actually meant the words he said and even though you did not quite believe he had a say in remembering anything upon crossing the barrier you smiled either way. He believed in you and your hopes of getting out and that’s all that mattered.

“I’ll hold you to that.” You laughed playfully.

“You won’t have to wait long.” He held your hand and his thumb rubbed circles on your wrist, “I promise.”

Promise. The density of the word was far too great and while you wanted to believe Tae’s dulcet words, you knew that even if unintentionally he would forget about your existence the moment he left.

His heart was in the right place but you could not get your hopes up on empty promises.

You just had to find the Kim son.

“It’s really no trouble. I don’t want you knocking door to door back at the village asking about the girl living in the woods.”

“I’ll do it if I have to. You are not your ancestors’ mistakes. You deserve a chance at a life to live.” His touch was still soothing against you, it mimicked the softness of silk and you could maintain your fingers intertwined for an eternity. Funny enough in this situation an eternity did not seem long enough to have Tae holding you as he was.

“I’ll be here.” There was a flutter in your heart—something you’ve never felt before, “I would ask about you but your memory is impaired at the moment.”

“Yeah,” He scoffed, “I’m hoping I’m an only child and hopefully a succeeding prince.”

“A prince would never set foot in Hawkshead.”

“Perhaps I was in search of my princess.”

“In Hawkshead?” you shook your head, “again. . unrealistic.”

“Not entirely.” He laid back on the grass and closed his eyes, “It is no secret how desperate princes tend to be.”

“So now you are desperate?”

“Perhaps,” he shrugged.

“Perhaps—” you reiterated, “and what exactly is his desperateness dependent on?”

“The lady I would be searching for I guess.”

“I’m sure there are countless potential maidens to choose from back in Hawkshead.”

“Hawkshead?” He chuckled amusingly.

“Well, yes, that was your intentional destination. Was it not?” A breeze swept swiftly easing the haze raging in your head as a result of Tae’s words and the scorching mid-summer sun.

“Intentional?” he shrugged, “Sure. But I believe I ended up right where I needed to be.”

“You believe so?” You hummed.

“I know so.” Tae was confident and the certitude behind his words sent a shiver down your spinal cord—just twenty four hours with him and your heart began to pounce at your chest whenever his voice graced your ears. Your movements slowed and you felt breathless as if his being alone sucked the air right out of your lungs.

“The implications of this place are less than ideal don’t you think?” you resonated.

“You have lived it darling. Is the Levate substandard?”

“It is like a prison chamber,” you scrubbed the top in your hands so hard it felt like you were grating your palm on the boulder.

“Do you not believe yourself to be free?”

“I live the same days over and over again, Tae. There is no freedom within these borders.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

His being was alluring like one of those paintings your father kept in his study back home. The soft strokes of the emerald grass complimented the honey tone Tae seemed to have adopted for the duration of summer. Elegance augmented his features from his dark locks, to the soft smile curved at his face, to his attire.

He belonged in an art gallery.

He cleared his throat, “can I ask something?”

“Sure.”

“Is your love already promised to someone else once you leave this place?”

“No.” One word responses were not usually your forte but Taehyung’s question was rather surprising, although coming from the peak of his curiosity you expected nothing less, “why is that inquiry living in your head?”

“I wanted to decipher whether I would ever have a chance with you.”

“Perhaps, if it is written in the stars, we could meet back in Hawkshead and during courtship we could attend the balls in each other’ arms.”

“The balls are pretentious and congested with chaotic gestures of desperate daughters. . I want no distraction in my attempt to romance you,” he was a sweet talker, you had noticed, swatting the butterflies in your stomach was useless — you could already feel yourself colliding against him.

“In society we would not be granted the privacy you require. .” you shook your head, “do you want a forced marriage at the cost of your hands accidentally touching mine?”

“Not forced. . My willingness is voluntary.”

“You live inside the fantasy brick walls of your creative mind..”

“Are you saying you would mind?”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Good. Now push over,” He kneeled beside you making your elbows grace each other ever so slightly. You weren’t sure if he did it on purpose or if he even felt what you did but your feet levitated into the stratosphere. His touch even unintentionally swept you right off your feet, “allow me to give you a hand.”

It’s been three days since Tae stumbled upon your rose bushes and sadly it was his last night here in the Levate. He was to cross the barrier early morning and embark on his quest to help you out of here. . if he even remembered.

You really hoped he did but there was no certainty and that very detail would gnaw at your anxiousness until you were given the chance to be face to face with him once again.

“What are you so deep in your head about?” Tae asked from his position on the floor.

“Many things.”

“What? Will you miss me?” He joked.

Yes. You wanted to shout out but you didn’t.

“Not one bit.”

“I don’t believe you,” you were sure there was probably a smug expression plastered on his face but you were too busy glancing out the window to verify, “your days were graced by my charm.”

“So narcissistic,” you heard him gasp, “perhaps you are a descendent of royals after all.”

“It is in my bloodstream.”

An ear-splitting silence fell between the two of you. You realized even just his company sufficed to provide you with warmth and comfort you needed.

“Have you ever tried to count how many stars look over us every night?” The vibrato of his whispered; grave utters bounced right off of the oak walls.

“That would be impossible.” The luminous points invaded the night sky as they did every other night. They were your faithful companions.

“Not at all,” slumber was catching up to him. You could hear it in the stammering, “every night as we lay under the same sky, let’s both count the stars until we finally get to reunite once more.”

“How would we know we are watching them at the same exact time?”

“Just trust your heart.”

“I know it’s selfish. .” you began, “but I wish you could stay for a bit longer.”

Tae did not respond, not vocally anyway. Instead, he turned in the direction of your bed from his place on the floor. His expression was tender, his cheeks were impaled by dimbles.

You would miss his company, and his eyes, and his smile, and the unspoken intimacy you felt dancing between the two of you. You wondered if he felt it as intensely as you did even in such a short time? You wouldn’t dare ask—but your heart was convinced he did, while your head remained on his departure the following morning. No matter how many times he promised, you were aware you would be a granule of sugar in a short three days of his abundant existence, one he would not be able to remember the moment he walked out on the other side.

You wanted to kiss him so badly. His lips were so inviting. . It would be your perfect departure from him.

But there was no use if he would not be able to recall any of it once he crossed over.

“I would stay with you forever,” he murmured.

You opened your eyes abruptly—but he was already fast asleep. Surely, you’d imagined it.

Surely.

“Lord Kim,” a voice sounded through the other side of the door, “are you decent?”

He hummed back groggily and almost immediately his doubled doors were pushed open. The Butler of the Kim estate, Hoseok, invaded his dormitory.

“I told you since I have come back, Hoseok,” he yawned, “you are more than welcome to refer to me as Taehyung.”

“Of course Sir,” he stumbled, “I mean, Taehyung.”

Taehyung sat up on the canopy bed surrounded by fine silk sheets. Ever since he was able to make it home after being missing, life in the Kim estate seemed like so much for just one person. It all did. This bed, his room, his new title as Viscount Kim ever since his father passed away twelve months prior.

Before making it to Hawkshead, Taehyung had gone missing for a period of three entire days, and although his mother had kept this information from him at the time, he managed to obtain the location from where he was found by staff in the manor after his mother passed just nine months ago.

They told him he had been laying down near the northern border of the Levate forest geared towards the entrance of the village.

Back then, he was coming back home to assist his mother with the funerary ceremony for his father—but after losing her as well just a few months after he was shackled to this place as he was officially the new and esteemed, Viscount Kim Taehyung III.

“I just wanted to announce that dinner would be served in about ten minutes, sir.” He did not make it a habit to correct Hoseok on the usage of anything but his name once again. For, he knew his father and ancestors before were rather stern with how they managed life around the home.

He knew his changes would take some getting used to.

“Would you like me to close the drapes, Sir?”

“No, Hoseok, they’re fine. I like to look at the night sky before falling fast asleep.”

“Very well, I’ll see downstairs in ten.” Hoseok walked towards the door and reached for the golden handle before opening it.

“Hoseok,” Taehyung called out, “the files that I requested a few days ago. Have they been fetched yet?”

“Yes sir, they’re bringing up the last of the few boxes and everything should be in the study right after dinner.”

“Thank you so much, Hoseok.”

Hoseok disappeared behind the mahogany door and Taehyung was left alone once again.

Just him and his thoughts.

And somehow they always brought him right back to those three days he couldn’t even precisely remember. The Levate was always known to be desolate; scary and unexplored. Those were the stories his parents always recounted as a warning for him to stay away but he could not help the feeling that there had been someone out there who took care of him.

But who could willingly reside in that creepy forest on the outskirts of the village?

Tae walked over to his bedroom window taking in the sights of the stars swimming amongst the late night sky. In the couple of minutes he stood by he counted hundreds of them. There was a sense of serenity in being able to witness their brightness, there was a bubbling urgency in him in wanting to assign a number to all of them, although it seemed impossible.

He would one day, though, and that was a promise he made to himself.

After scarcely getting through dinner as he did not have too much of an appetite, Taehyung invited Hoseok over to the study in an attempt to get through all of the documents he needed to before dawn.

Under the flickering flames of the candles around the room, Hoseok took the couch with one box while he sat in the leather chair behind your father’s desk with two more. The first few documents detailed finances, work affairs and where your father usually geared towards for business encounters. On the bottom of the first box there was a folder with a black stamp sealed in the top right corner, spelling the word, confidential in all capitals.

He quickly pulled out the folder and scattered the documents out in-front of him. It was a family tree with all of the female descendants circled in red ink for the last two-hundred years. There were two years listed under every single name, one for which they were banished and one for the date indicating they had passed away.

The most recent one showed the latest descent had been banished around six years prior.

Taehyung, flipped through a couple more pages in the document before landing on the agreement between the council, the Kim family and the first ancestor to have been banished.

Apparently, she had attempted to assist in the birth of a Kim ancestor hundreds of years ago who passed during the delivery and instead of public execution, they had sentenced her to banishment in the Levate. Although not stated in the original document they made a new regulation after her passing to imprison all the female descendants on her side of the family as a repercussion to avoid the death of any more babies in the village by the carelessness of their hands.

“This is absurd,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “come here, Hoseok. Did you know about this?”

Hoseok hovered over your shoulder as he began scanning the document, nodding slowly as if he wanted to lie instead but opting against it in the end.

“I found out when it was time for your father to banish the recent descendant six years ago,” he leaned on the dark walls of the room, “but your father wasn’t as understanding as you are. He threatened me and my family in exchange for my secrecy.”

“But he’s been gone for months, Hoseok.” Taehyung reasoned, he was mad that the butler had not brought it up at least once in the past few months, “You’ve had so many opportunities to bring it up to my attention.”

“I did not know many details, Sir,” his lips quivered and Taehyung could see the exasperation glooming over Hoseok, “All I know is the latest descendent was banished and only you have the power to bring it to the council for reconsideration as a Kim.”

Taehyung’s expression softened, “thank you for providing me with the details now. Would you please seek out the council and arrange for a meeting tomorrow afternoon?”

“Of course.”

“This is all for tonight. Please let me know of the meeting time and location come early morning. Good night, Hoseok.”

“Good night.”

The meeting was arranged in the Kim garden early afternoon and while you had discussed some pressing points the council held relating to your parents passing, it was time for you to bring your own concern to their attention.

Most of the original council has now been overtaken by an earlier generation for reasons similar to your own.

“Joon, I presume Hoseok mentioned the reason for the calling of today’s meeting.”

He nodded as he gobbled on yet another tea sandwich, “he provided a brief synopsis.”

Joon was the descendent of the original founder of the council and whatever he said went. He was far less serious and strict than his father was but Tae supposed they all were. None of them were their fathers.

“Why don’t you detail what you want to propose with a bit more clarity, Taehyung?” Yoongi cut-in as he noticed Namjoon was far too indulged in the delicacies table. Yoon was more of the straightforward kind of guy and had fought tirelessly to be kept out of the council but with the passing of his father he had no choice but to step in as the eldest Min son.

“This is regarding the descendants of the Levate. I wanted to propose an official release as the original document was altered after the first healer passed away.” you detailed, “it is not fair to continue the imprisonment of those women in that forest.”

“I agree,” Jimin cut-in. His family was known for being quite liberal and you figured the recorded vote against the sending of that woman to the Levate all of those years ago came from his ancestor.

“That’s 2-5, as I am obviously voting against keeping her there,” Tae said.

“I’m with them seems a bit cruel and unusual,” Seokjin conquered.

“Same.” Yoongi said.

He was the more traditional man of the bunch so it surprised you when Joon seemed to be the bearer of bad news.

“I also agree with your arguments but the only way out of banishment for the healer is marriage to a Kim descendent. It is stated in the original document that you should have read Tae.”

“Don’t ‘Tae’ me if you plan to enforce the rules of our beastly fathers.”

“I plan to do no such thing,” Joon quickly argued, “but we were sworn in to provide transparency to the people of Hawkshead. We are not royalty by any means but as founding families we do not and cannot sit above the mandates of those who came before us, for if we do, how can the people trust in us as the new replacing founders.”

“I’m afraid he’s right, Taehyung,” Seokjin was the voice of reason, “we cannot afford having the village against our judgments and decisions at this time.”

This is not what he originally planned for.

“With all due respect Tae,” Yoongi began, “How about we near the borders of the Levate and summon the descendent. From there we can propose the marriage proposal and see where she stands. If it is not an option for her she will unfortunately have to enter back into the Levate until we can seek a viable way to get her out.”

“It is settled, she does not need to be paying for reparations of an accident that took place years ago. Therefore, all in favor of the marriage proposition to lift banishment say I.” Joon was an honest man, and Taehyung was sure the pressures of being head of the founding council was a heavy-bearing occupation and though this wasn’t the conclusion he was hoping for—it was a start.

A wave of I’s circled around him.

He hesitated but ultimately caved as he saw no other way as of now, “I.”

Approaching the Levate was quite intimidating and it certainly did not help that Yoongi, Jimin, Seokjin and Namjoon had offered to accompany you on the trip to the initiation of a possible loveless marriage.

They stood near the carriage as he walked towards the barrier. The hairs on the back of his neck stood as a wind of familiarity immediately brushed past his face the closer he got.

Taehyung hoped this would not seem odd to you but he was trying his best to get you out of the Levate as soon as possible.

Taehyung saw her figure nearing the border of the green pasture and automatically noticed her smile beaming from ear to ear. She was as radiant as the flowers embedded in the wealthiest of gardens in the village, as dazzling as the sun and her aura was as familiar as the late-night stars he had begun conversing with ever since he made it back home earlier that year.

“Tae, you’re back,” her voice was silky and your name sounded like honey dripping from her lips, “you promised and now you’re back.”

He cleared your throat “I promised?”

“Sorry,” she began, “yes, some months ago you had stumbled into the Levate after being back from a voyage. After falling on my rose garden. I did a miniscule job of pulling out the thorns and you stayed about three days before heading off,” her recount of the events cleared the patches of missing information within your memory.

“Why can’t I remember any of that on my own?”

“The barrier of the Levate erases your memory as soon as you cross over,” her eyebrows were furrowed, “but if you cannot remember how come you are here?”

“My name is Kim Taehyung III, a descendent of the Hawshead founding families. After the recent passing of our fathers the replacement council made it our mission to overturn the cruel mandates set forth by our ancestors.”

“Yes, we discussed that while you were in here,” she said softly, “although, I did not know then that you were the person I needed to speak to.”

“Your case was the first to come to our attention, mine especially, as a Kim descendent. In the unofficial documents by the founders however there is a minor detail standing in the way of your immediate liberation.”

“What is the minor detail?”

“The only way of our banishment for your family is through marriage.” Taehyung said.

Her pupils were blown and her voice quivered, “who would I have to wed?”

“Me. Otherwise you would have to remain in the Levate until the council finds another way to get you out.”

The agreement of marriage came unexpectedly to you but in your time together she had recollections of only pleasant memories plus made you made him promise to drag you along on his explorations when he had to go off on voyages.

You craved to see the world.

Taehyung agreed and after the small wedding ceremony with the founding families bearing as witnesses. The two of you became husband and wife in the local church after your meeting a couple of days prior. Everything was geared on high speed and happened just a few weeks after your meeting with the proposition.

The two of you barely had any time to talk between the legality of documents and the preparations of the hurried marriage.

“Are we all alone?” you asked, flickering on the lights of the family room as you walked in the Kim estate.

“It is the beginning of the honeymoon traditions,” he informed, “the house is left vacant for the husband and wives and the next couple of days we get to ourselves before embarking on a voyage to visit extended family.”

“Is my family still around in Hawkshead?” you asked to take a seat on the couch, he followed sitting across from you.

“They live a boat ride over now but not far. They were granted leave by my father as the remaining siblings seemed to be brothers who were born just a couple of years ago.”

“I have brothers?”

“Twin brothers,” he confirmed, “we can go see them tomorrow if you would like.”

“Can we go later on in the week?”

“We shall go right before heading off to see mine early next week. How does that sound?”

“That sounds fine.”

He scratched the back of his head, “I forgot to thank you for your care back in the Levate. I am sorry I cannot remember anything about our time together.”

She shook her head, “it is not your fault my Lord. I was just happy I could assist, plus you made those three days the best of my time in the Levate.”

“You can just call me Taehyung if you would like.”

“Taehyung.” she repeated, “so it is true that the replacing founders are trying to implement structures of change to Hawkshead. They seem to be less austere and puritanical than their ancestors.”

He flashed a boxy smile in your direction, the one you missed so much over the past year, “I heard they are trying their hardest.”

“I am glad their compassion now graces the land,” you complimented, watching as his cheeks turned as red as the roses he had stumbled upon in your garden, “thank you Taehyung, for keeping your promise of getting me out of there.”

“No need to thank me. Unfortunately, my descendants were at fault for this entire ordeal. It is the least I could do.”

You gazed at the way his cherry lips were moisturized by his tongue. Perhaps, a nervous tic you had not quite picked up back in the Levate. Was he nervous? Replaying, the rather chaste kiss he left on your lips back at the altar and his clammy palms holding yours you deduced he was in fact nervous.

All you could ever think of however was his body heat in your proximity.

“It will forever be engraved in my heart that even after losing your memories of me after crossing the barrier, you still cared enough to get a stranger out of that situation,” you placed your hand on top of his.

“It was my basic duty after everything inflicted on your family all these years,” you noticed the change in his tone as he breathed out ruggedly, “please do not assume you owe me anything because of this. You do not.”

“I know you are a perfect gentleman, Taehyung but my heart beat for you the moment we met back in the Levate. What I feel is not forced or payment for your heroic antics,” his eyes remained on his lap and he seemed to be averting eye contact at all costs, “but that doesn’t mean you are forced to reciprocate something you cannot remember.”

“I cannot remember it,” he spoke barely above a whisper, “but I can feel the way my heart races when you come in my proximity. I felt it during our meeting. I feel it even now.”

The heat rose rapidly as you felt the way his eyes began mapping out your figure sprawled out on the couch. You figured it was a bit onerous though, as the wedding dress gifted to you wasn’t too flattering on your body. You made short strides towards him and stood in between his thighs, after unzipping the fabric you saw as it pooled at your feet exposing your inner-wear.

His carnal desires were reflective on the way his eyes scorched to a deep umber and his lower lip was blanketed under his teeth.

“Can I take you up to my suite?” The question sounded in your ears like a song being played delicately on the keys of pianos.

“Take me to your suite.”

Taehyung carried you bridal style sharing plenty of laughs at the countless trips and stumbles as he trotted up the stairs with you in his arms. You both finally made it to his massive sleeping chamber—it seemed a bit crazy how you were shoved into a tiny pocket of the Levate while Taehyung slept this lavishly every night.

You didn’t hold it against him but it was ironic how your worlds were destined to be so different and somehow clashed.

“Your house is so grand,” your eyes wandered through the different shades of blues adorning his room, “and to think you wanted to stay with me in the forest.”

“What?” he scoffed, “you do not see me as someone who can forage off the land?”

“You are far from the term, Kim Taehyung.”

“Assumptions are not facts,” he laid beside you on the bed and suddenly you were taken back to that morning in the Levate when he uttered those exact words.

“You have said those exact words to me before, you know.”

“My wisdom transcends the erasure of memories from a magical forest. You didn’t know?”

You giggled landing a soft punch on his elbow. “It seems I was not aware.”

“Now you are,” the tips of his fingers felt like waves of static shocks against your skin. He traced the outline of your chin, the nape of your neck, and collarbone before stopping where your cleavage began.

Your eyes were shut tightly as his cold touch continued exploring your searing body.

“Darling, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Taehyung, you have been the muse of my wildest dreams and the root of my deepest desires for the year following your leave,” you caressed his delicate cheeks with the back of your thumbs. He melted right into your touch, “I have longed for you and now I am finally here with you.”

“You waited for me?”

“Well realistically speaking,” you shrugged, “I had nowhere to go. My only option was to wait.”

He winked, “I will remember it my way.”

As a substitute to the small talk the both of you had engaged in to relieve some of the tension clinging to the air, you found yourselves leaning into each other at a leaden speed until finally your lips crashed into one another. His tender lips tasted of strawberries exactly as you imagined.

And the way his lips moved against yours was agonizingly mellow - and made you feel faint.

Who would have guessed being free could ever taste so sweet. . so fucking sweet.

The two of you were bare, crashing back into the ocean of his silk sheets. His wandering touch landed on your breast, while his kisses continued sweeping you off your feet. . his fingers focused on your nipple as he began rolling, pinching, and rubbing the sensitive bud.

“Taehyung. .” you breathed out.

“I’m just getting started,”

His pillowy lips trailed down your stomach leaving icy wet kisses on your skin leading you to succumb to the delicacy of his care. Your paradise you quickly realized was at the mercy of Taehyung’s ministrations.

The way he pecked your body so sweetly was intoxicating.

Just when you believed he reached his destination, he continued to travel lower and lower positioning himself between your thighs.

“Taehyung?” your eyes met his as he hovered over your arousal.

“Do you trust me darling?”

He propped your legs up on his shoulders. A yelp escaped your lips as your pussy was now placed right in front of his face.

Your heart began pounding against your chest blaringly - it became so potent you could almost hear its rhythmic beat against the shell of your ear.

“I trust you.”

The feeling was electrifying and beat through you like a bolt of lightning igniting a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. His effects on you were lost in the darkness invading your surroundings; still he devoured you as if you were the last meal he’s been presented with.

His tongue licked and sucked your clit. Your breath hitched and all your voice could manage were incoherent babbles accompanied by the chanting of his name.

“Y-you are so good Taehyung.”

He hummed against your folds.

“So good, Taehyung.” You repeated, lacing your finger into his dark strands.

There were spurs of white light behind your eyelids as you became enthralled in the way he continued to move against you. The pleasure was addicting and you were afraid your longing wish was to have Taehyung on his knees every hour of every day and at every given moment.

“Please do not stop,” He continued, “please.”

There were successions of shooting stars ornamenting the heavens and finally you reached the breath-taking place where the earth and the sky meet.

Your heaven.

“You were so good darling,” he paused, “you took my breath away.”

His voice is now deeper than you remembered. A train of moonlight invaded his dormitory. Taehyung looked as stunning as ever, his hair is a disheveled mess, his lips adopted a deeper hue of scarlet while his features were inundated with his sweat.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Yes.”

The feeling was foreign and dissimilar to the feeling you had experienced hen his mouth ate you out, you felt full with him inside of you and although initially there was pain, the more you grew accustomed to it the more pleasure you felt.

His hips moved slowly in and out of you.

Your whimpers mixed with his groans was all that could be heard through the house.

Still, his agonizing pace remained, while his finger landed back on your clit as he traced the number eight repeatedly.

There was no falter in his movements, continued, and continued and continued once again.

Those shooting stars from before burst into beautiful displays of fireworks and for the second time that night you reached your high.

When Taehyung pulled out of you he was still hard, “I am going to head to the bathroom.”

You cut-in, “can I help?”

“Oh,” he moaned, “can you?”

“I want to.”

He sat at the foot of the mattress and patted the spot next to him for you to sit—you did.

“Use your hand. Is that ok with you darling?”

“Yes, can you guide me?”

“Of course.”

The tip of his cock disappeared behind your grasp while his balmy palms covered yours. He guided you down to the base and back up to the tip—the motion he set was swift and you could only ogle as Taehyung masterbated using your hand for release.

The thought made you wet all over again.

He whimpered, “I’m so close.”

His hand remained on top of yours but his motions were no longer leading, he was too engrossed in his own pleasure. You hastened the speed, now determined to help him feel as good as he made you feel.

His whispered moans only motivated your movements until finally his come covered your hand.

After disappearing for a couple of seconds Taehyung walked back from the wash room with a towel in hand, “sorry I didn’t warn you about this,” he wiped you all clean.

“I liked it,” you murmured, “I would like for you to teach me many more things.”

“We have a whole eternity for that darling.”

“Eternity. . That sounds nice.”

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author’s note: this feels a but rushed in certain parts and I apologize for that but this story is been something that has taken way too long and I was truly just looking to put it out — hopefully it’s enjoyable though.

thanks for reading. comments, likes, reblogs and messages are always appreciated. let me know what you think <3

[ateracha]

guys i am looking for a artist!taehyung x princess!reader fic on here that i found ageeees ago and i need to read it again 🥹 i think it talked about them running away and it had smut with paint involved with forbidden love????? PLEASE IM BEGGING

[edytae]

drunk love (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

(do not interact if you are underage)

pairing: non-idol!Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: “Jerk off for me.”

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut, pure filth but Taehyung being the greenest flag, OC is trying to be dom but whiny (as always), mutual masturbation, dirty talk, s*x on all fours, hair pulling, i want what they have.

word count: 17.2K

A/N: Please give it a like or reblog if you like it

masterlist | inexperienced | you’re mine | Spoiled |take a break | heat | Puppy Daddy |

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“Namjoniee-” You continued to fake-cry as the large boy came closer to the couch with worried eyes. Taehyung had you sitting between his legs, trying his best to manage your drunk body. 

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Namjoon asked in a genuinely worried tone. His large palms took hold of your face as you tricked him. Taehyung rolled his eyes. 

“T-ttaehyu-yung!” You gasped while digging your finger into his hand. Namjoon looked at him questioningly. Seeing Taehyung’s nonchalant face calmed him slightly. “What about Taehyung, sweetie?” Namjoon asked in a sweet tone. His fingers gently caressed your fake tears. 

“Taetae doesn’t let me touch his dick!” You broke into another cry as Namjoon let you go with a laugh. Taehyung welcomed your dramatic ass with a hug. You placed your head back on Taehyung’s chest and sobbed without any tears coming. 

“She can’t even stand with my help, she is completely drunk.” Taehyung shrugged. 

Namjoon laughed, “I am sure Taehyung would love that, sweetheart. But you are drunk for that.” Namjoon repeated what Taehyung said the entire night. 

“No! I am not drunk.” You opposed while Namjoon clearly smelled the alcohol from you. “He is just so mean! Tell him, Namjoon. I just want to touch him!” 

“I am sure Taehyung will do whatever you wish when you are sober, sweetie. Okay? I am leaving now, good luck man!” Namjoon realised there was no point in arguing, so he left you and poor Taehyung alone in the living room. 

“You are so mean Taetae…” This time you quietly said. Taehyung was hoping that you would run out of energy and fall asleep soon. He nodded when you accused him and continued to stroke your back. “Just let me see it!” Your hands hugged his waist stronger as you rubbed your face to his shirt. 

Taehyung felt his throat dry. It was so difficult for him to keep denying you while you asked for so many dirty things from him. He was determined not to do anything as you were drunk as fuck. “Baby, you already know my answer. When you-” He calmly tried to explain but you huffed the middle sentence. 

Oh, how dearly he wanted to fuck you against his door and make you cry and huff out of pleasure… But he needed to be sure you were able to give consent. With your drunk ass, you possibly cannot. 

“I can’t touch your dick; I can’t see your dick… What am I going to do?” You listed with a whine while his dick painfully laid against Taehyung’s stomach. If you were to sit upright just a little, you could feel it how hard he is for you. He continued to caress your back until you pulled yourself from his embrace. 

“Can I kiss you, then? Please?” You sniffed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Taehyung brought his hand to your nape, holding your hair in his hand. His adorable boxy smile took over his features. “Of course, baby.” Hey, nodded as his insides melted.

Your lips met his chin in a wet, sloppy peck. “Mwah!” You exaggerated the sound of your lips smacking. Nevertheless, your kiss made Taehyung breathless and weak. You tried to reach for his lips next, your grip was strong on his biceps hoping to tackle him. You kissed Taehyung’s lips cutely as he was smiling like a puppy.

You both giggle in harmony. “See? You can’t even aim your kisses.” Taehyung made fun of you while his arms pulled you over his lap. You didn’t listen and continued giving him quick pecks all over his jaw and lips, moaning into his skin as you tasted him. 

He groaned, petting your hair. “Baby…” Your drunken lips bit him down. “I love kissing you.” You confessed breathlessly as you kissed your way down to his neck. Your spit was decorating his skin subtly. When you exhaled on his wet skin, Taehyung felt goosebumps rise all over his back. “You are such a dirty girl…” He hissed when your lips sucked on his pulse. 

You groaned, letting yourself sit on his one thigh. Taehyung got tense as your knee brushed his crotch. You earned another hiss from him. “Yeah baby, I can be so dirty for you…” You breathed out, your hands dropped to his shoulders, generously palming them.

Taehyung dropped his head back. His body was on fire because of you. He felt dizzy, almost too weak to even breathe. His hips bucked up to your knee in between his thighs. 

You kept sucking his bottom lip, played with his tongue, smothering him in kisses up and down with your warm mouth while eliciting soft whines from him. 

“Fucking hell…” He cursed as you gently bit down his collarbones. You needed his lips more like air. “Your mouth…” He rolled his head to sides. His poor heart was beating frantically against his ribcage. It has been a long time since he felt this way just from simple kisses. 

“Do you like it?” You asked. Taehyung bit his lip down and nodded. He needed to stop you but couldn’t find himself say no to you.

“You are sooo good at kissing too, you know?” You pulled his head by the hair and planted open-mouth kisses on his neck. It was absolutely filthy, and he loved it. Taehyung placed his hand on your hip, your body reacted to him in seconds. He felt your knee pressing more against his hardness. “F– Y/N…”

“Mhmm, Taetae…” You sucked his skin on his neck little too hard. You can’t be blamed, he tasted too sweet, and you couldn’t resist. Without him realising it, you licked up the pink hickey on his neck gently. 

Taehyung stopped you before this before you lured him into seduction. He almost teared up, “Baby… Sit back like a good girl.” 

You were absolutely drunk, and he didn’t get consent from you when you were sober. If you slept with him in this state, it would mean he took advantage of you. Even though he wanted you like crazy, he pushed you away from his chest. If he was lucky, you would want him tomorrow too.

He wanted to whine and cry more than you when you weakly untangle yourself from him. “Okayy, fine!” You sat next to him, arms wrapped around yourself, pouting adorably.

“Don’t you pout! It’s not like I don’t want you. I really want this more than you, but you are drunk, baby.” He caressed your face as your pout grow larger. 

“I will never drink again. I will not so I can fuck you whenever I want.” You dramatically sniffed again. 

“Can I please fuck you whenever I want?” Then, you had the audacity to ask very politely. Taehyung had to hold himself like a saint so that he didn’t just fuck you to shape your insides. 

“Yes, baby. You need to be sober first.” No matter how horny he was, he would never touch someone without their consent first. You seemed to understand or got tired, so you mumbled something about napping before putting your head on his shoulder. 

“Mm-kay…” You nodded cutely and planted a kiss on his cheek. 

Oh, how Taehyung’s inside melted. 

“You will feed me dick tomorrow, right?” Your cute voice ringed in Taehyung’s ear one last time as you drunkenly asked. Taehyung’s dick twitched in his boxers as he took one big breath to calm himself. He pecked your hair and lulled you into a sleep. You did fall asleep super quickly, so he took his phone out and scrolled through Instagram while you soundly slept on his side, cuddling him cutely. 

You woke up with a headache… next to a very handsome man entangled to you with the warmest embrace. After a few seconds, you felt the subtle presses on your cheek. “Wake up, sweetie…” An impossibly low voice called you gently as kisses were planted on your face.

“Mhhm?” You didn’t register after a few more kisses– well no one would say no to this. 

“You’re such a sleepy girl, aren’t you?” Taehyung spoke again with his unlawfully low and sexy voice. His teasing tone got your desires up from their slumber too. Talking about desires… Last night… Oh god…

As you slowly opened your eyes, the warmth of the morning sun greeted you, and you found yourself nestled in a cocoon of soft blankets and Taehyung’s safe arms. 

The sensation of tender kisses against your cheek brought you fully into the present. Taehyung lips brushed your skin most affectionately. His breath was warm, creating a comforting contrast to the cool morning air, and for a moment, you let yourself relish in the sweet simplicity of it all.

With your eyes still closed, you allowed yourself to savour the moment, the soft caresses and the way his lips felt against your skin. You knew that as soon as you woke up, you would be greeted by the shameless thing you said to him last night. 

When you finally opened your eyes, you were greeted by Taehyung's handsome face, his eyes soft and crinkled at the edges with a gentle smile. You wanted to cry about how handsome and pretty he was. His tousled hair and the hint of stubble on his chin only added to his rugged charm.  His face was puffy, making him look so real.

His low voice, a soothing murmur, broke the quiet morning air as he said, "Good morning, sleepyhead." His morning voice could make you choke.

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you met his gaze, feeling so embarrassed and still so relaxed. And as his fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face, a shiver ran down your spine at the intimate touch. It was moments like these that made your heart skip a beat, that made you realize how much he meant to you. His care and concern last night were etched in your memory, a testament to the genuine person he was. And your sluttiness did test his entire character.

“Oh my god… Taehyung…” You mumbled as you hid your face into his arm, breathing in his neck while hiding from his eyes.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” He asked gently. 

“Oh my… Taehyung, I am so sorry.” You said against the smooth skin of his neck. He chuckled with that unholy low voice as he patted your nape. “Why are you sorry, baby?” 

You buried your nose into his skin. “The things I said to you… Oh my god…” You groaned and tried to suffocate yourself. 

“Yeah?” He teased you as you whined. You shakily pulled yourself from his arms and looked at his face. He rocked a gorgeous bedhead and he still looked fucking hot. You blurred, “I didn’t mean– Fuck! I meant all of them, but I’m sorry.” 

Taehyung chuckled again, “You don’t need to apologise. You don’t know how much I enjoyed drunk Y/N.” 

“But still…” You shrugged and with a sudden mood change you blamed him. “But it was all your fault! You were fucking flaunting yourself, Kim Taehyung. You made me suffer.” Your serious tone was hard to decipher. Taehyung could see the real annoyance in your eyes while your lips were in a cute pout. 

“I didn’t do anything.” Taehyung laughed as his pretty eyes got squeezed shut. He rolled to his side as he held his tummy. 

You picked yourself to your elbows, visibly annoyed. “I can’t believe you Taehyung.” 

Taehyung’s laugh only grew more, and you grew annoyed. You huffed and turned your back to him. You were in the mood to play. 

“Okay, okay, I am only joking.” Taehyung hugged you from the back. 

You huffed and peeled his hand off. “No! You don’t like me! Don’t hug me.”

“Y/N!” He was still laughing at you. The audacity! 

“I told you that I wouldn’t let you get into my pants if you got drunk.” Taehyung was a thoughtful, honest man, but you were too horny for that. You needed him to rock your world. 

You thought you could stay mouth shut, “So you literally leave me to die dickless. Unacceptable.”

Taehyung loved your cute facade. “After I promised you could fuck me whenever you want when you were sober and took care of you in my bed.” He threw his long arm over you again, and you didn’t push him this time. 

He pressed your back to his chest; your hair tickled his chin. “I am ready to give you what you want.” He whispered into your ear, and in an instant, you felt yourself drip into your underwear. It was dangerous how easily he riled you up as you turned your head to him with a challenging look.

He was fucking tired of back and forth. “You gave me the most painful hard on yesterday and didn’t take care of it.” His sinful tone was enough to make you fucking lose your mind. 

Taehyung kissed behind your ear, you shuttered.  “Taehyung…” Your hand found his hair. “You didn’t l-et me.” You cried.

“You know I couldn’t do it, baby…” Taehyung cupped your tummy with his warm hand. His low voice vibrated your body. “How can I make it up to you? Mhmm? Would you want me to fuck you now? Have my way with you?”

You hummed sweetly and egged him to continue. He lowly chuckled, “Last night, you were begging me to see my dick, to touch it. You are so naughty.” 

“Taehyung!” You whined as he rubbed your tummy with his huge palm. You melted against him like an ice cream on a sunny day.

“I’m sorry, my sweet baby… I promise I will be good to you... if you want, of course.” He pleaded with a whiney voice as he continued to lure you. 

“You are so mean!” You whined again. Taehyung was so amused why your whiny voice. “I only wanted to spend time with you. That was what I ever wanted!” You truly came to this party to spend time with Taehyung. If not for him, you would have blast in your home watching Sewing Bee’s new episode.

Taehyung supported, "We are spending time. Look." He pulled you close to him. He was lying to Taehyung's left. His hot, moist breath hit his neck rhythmically. Her lips left small hesitant kisses.

That "bulge" you felt when your back was turned to him was now pressed into bed. But you remembered how big and tough it was, both from your hazy memories of last night and from a few minutes earlier. And all this made you motivated.

Since you did not know how to start a conversation, what to say without the help of alcohol, you resorted to a simpler method. You slowly caressed Taehyung's right cheek and got his attention, then pressed your lips to his. 

Taehyung smiled into the kiss before reciprocating. Your kiss was different than the last night. Last night, you were shoving your tongue to his throat. But now, the kiss was way more sensual. Your hold on his face grounded both of you as you treated your kiss as a dance. 

You followed his lips as Taehyung pulled back slightly to breathe and joke with you.

Just that simple action made him feel horny. He groaned into the kiss and welcomed your timid lips with so much eager. 

“Don’t bite me, baby.” The quietness of your tone and the pet name turned Taehyung on even more. 

Now, his poor erection was begging to be seen, touched and played by you. His lips became hungrier, sometimes tugged on your lip for longer. His hand grabbed on your nape as if you could be any physically closer.

“Can’t help it.” He slurred between breaths. 

You hummed and connected your lips together. Taehyung’s lips felt buttery smooth. Your spits smeared all over your mouths, so your lips and tongues glided perfectly. 

Normally, Taehyung would be the one that paced the kiss, pulled away to breathe. However, this time your roles were reversed. 

“You are gonna bruise my lips.” You whined when Taehyung harshly sucked on your bottom lip. 

He murmured inaudibly under his breath before rolling over you. He placed himself between your legs, his knees dug into the mattress. Your legs were thrown over his thighs. 

He breathed heavily against your ear. “Do you want this?” He asked. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist. “Yeah…” 

To your answer, Taehyung pressed his body weight on to you. His lips now attacked your neck. He pulled down your t-shirt– well one of his old t-shirts. 

“Tilt your head back.” He ordered annoyingly whilst pulling the pillow under your head to create a perfect angle where he can suck hickeys. 

Taehyung was taller than you. Even though he always used the height difference to his advantage by towering over you, now it became annoying. 

He folded himself, pulled you up, albeit no position was enough for him. 

“I could eat you in one bite.” He growled out of frustration. 

You chuckled as he bit down the column of your neck, “Is that a promise or a threat?” You jokingly asked. 

“Both.” His lips lingered around your pulse. This time rather than open-mouth kisses, he sucked, surely leaving a big, pulsating red mark.

You chuckled at his poor attempts to grind. He was too tall, therefore, his hips poorly bucked up against mattress. 

You pulled on his nape. “But–” 

Taehyung faintly hummed in recognition.

“Taehyung…” You called him again. This time pushing his shoulders.

“Yeah, baby?” Taehyung detached his puffy lips away from your skin and looked up. His fluffy hair was all over his handsome face, covering those dangerous, brown eyes.

“You made me so upset last night. Are you not going to make up to me?” Your voice was so sultry, dangerously innocent. It played with Taehyung’s mind.

“A-anything, baby.” He said, a small globe of spit dripped down his lips to your t-shirt.

“Anything I ask?” You asked in a full, excited voice. 

Taehyung gulped, “Anything.” He was ready to give you his everything. You just need to name it. 

You brushed your noses together. That made Taehyung smile endearingly. “Are you certain you would do anything?” You further dragged this.,

Taehyung hummed, “Anything… that doesn’t involve my asshole.” 

You quietly chuckled at him. “You do have a nice ass, but that’s not what I want.” From his nape, you dragged your hands to his waist. You gently pressed him to yourself. He groaned at the softness of your body under his.

His voice, this time exceedingly high pitched, filled your ears. “What do you need me to do, baby?” He begged to serve you.

He was subtly grinding, his eyes hidden due to the strands of hair falling from his forehead. His begging voice was so arousing and empowering.

You brushed his hair away from his eyes to find them close. So, you opted for pulling them. His eyes opened a little.

 “Jerk off for me.” You breathed out. 

Taehyung’s eyes rolled back at your words. Out of everything you could ask for, you chose something that would sweetly torture him.

Blood rushed to his dick as if there was a race. He felt blood draining from his brain, making him a dumb boy– a toy that programmed to please you. 

“Y/N…” He groaned. His face was hidden on your neck. 

His pretty hair tickled you. “Taehyung, please…” You begged, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut. “Please jerk of in front of me.” 

Taehyung sadly pulled himself back. He was wearing a big pout. “I could fuck you… very good too!” He opposed but had already warmed up to the idea. 

“I need to see your dick first. You know– to tell if it is good enough.” Your challenge drove Taehyung mad, quite literally. 

His throat grumbled with a frustrated, low moan that exuded a dark pull that melted you.

Lifting the blanket that was draped over you, Taehyung lifted himself from the bed. Thanks to his broad shoulders, the pike hung down from his shoulders, reminiscent of a tent.

Taehyung stepped between her legs, folded them nicely, and put his hands on his knees. His meaty thighs were bulging inside his shorts and laying under your thighs. His shirt was another old graphic shirt that had small holes around the hem. Even the washed-out colours and messy hair couldn’t take a pinch off of Taehyung’s handsome face.

Despite the puffy eyes and a sleepy face, Taehyung stood tall and attractive on the bed. His weight slightly dipped the mattress. His shirt loosely hanging over his body, his hands caressing your naked legs. 

“You changed me?” You were wearing a dress last night. 

Taehyung nodded. “I closed the windows and turn off the lights to change you. I swear I didn’t peak or touch you. I just took off your dress—”

You shushed him. You trust him well enough to handle your drunk ass. You knew he handled you like the gentleman he is. 

“You didn’t even look at my boobs?” You disappointedly asked. 

His face twisted into a crying face. “Of course not, Y/N.” Like he was almost about to cry out of frustration. 

“Then, how are you going to jerk off? How do you do it usually?”

Taehyung shook his head to the sides. He wasn’t ready to tell you the truth. With a whine, he dodged the question.

When his chest was bare, your hands were placed on his forearms. “Can I touch you?” You asked, like him. 

His fingers trembled as he moved your hands to his chest. His skin was so warm, smooth. He shivered when your hand caressed his ribs. “Baby…” He moaned. His lean stomach was tensed to show the lines of his abs. 

Your mouth watered at the sight. You wanted to lick down his pecs, suck his golden skin. 

His abdomen was smooth, only a faint happy trail going down his shorts. A very prominent vein was pulsing just below his belt line, making you wonder what he was taming in his underwear.

“You are so attractive…” You breathed out. Your, now, numb arms helplessly fell. Taehyung’s eyes were closed but he heard the soft pat on the pillows. His hands wanted to follow the same pattern. With a steady hold, the warm, big palms caressed down your thighs from your knees. 

His sneaky hands halted at the skirt of your shirt. He opened his pretty, glossy eyes and spoke. “May I take it off?”  

He had been biting his bottom lip so harshly that they looked like bleeding. 

“Ah, Taehyung… Please do…” You begged; your hips bucked up to his hands. 

As his fingers wrapped around the skirt of the shirt, you gasped, remembering something particularly important.

“Taehyung…” You whined. His hands stopped and looked at you concerned but blown out pupils.

He waited for you to continue. 

“You didn’t peak at my underwear, right?” You asked. 

Taehyung nodded, “I swear I didn’t see or touch anything, baby. I promise.” His caramel eyes were genuine as he caressed you lovingly. His voice came out as a soft plead, a promise of protection. 

You shook your head. “It’s not that! I– I thought we would already, you know– bang.”

Taehyung's chuckle sent a delightful shiver down your spine, his amusement infectious. "Bang?" his deep voice echoed in his own chest. "I suppose that's one way to put it." He said very quietly.

You felt your cheeks heat up, but you couldn’t help but join in his laughter, the sound blending with the tension in the air. "Well, you know what I mean," you muttered, playfully smacking his torso.

He caught your hand, interlocking your fingers together, his eyes sparkling with affection. "So, what, baby?" he murmured, his tone shifting to something softer, more intimate.

You felt your breath catch as he gazed at you, his expression so full of love and need. "I wore a set that you would like..." you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Taehyung's eyes darkened with desire at your confession. "Oh, baby," he whispered, his voice trembling with need. "You wore something for me? I thought the pretty dress was enough of a fever dream.”

You nodded, feeling a rush of heat flood your body. “I wanted to surprise you," you murmured, your own voice shaking with anticipation.

His hands, still intertwined with yours, squeezed gently. "Can I see?" he asked, his tone almost desperate, his pupils blown wide with longing.

You gave a shy nod, feeling both bold and vulnerable under his intense gaze. Slowly, you moved his hands to the hem of your skirt. "I want to take my shirt off. You watch.”

He groaned softly in protest, but he followed your orders. He watched your arms go cross over your body, your fingers wrap around the fabric and gently pulled his t-shirt off. 

His breath hitched when he saw the delicate pink lace of your underwear, his eyes widening in admiration. "Fuck, you're perfect," he breathed out, his voice hoarse with desire.

Taehyung's hands caressed your thighs, moving upwards with a tantalizing slowness. His eyes couldn’t decide where to land, frantically going up and down your body. "I can't believe you did this for me," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of shyness and excitement. "I wanted to make you happy," you replied softly, his fingers muting your voice.

“You have no idea how deep you got me,” he murmured. His one hand was placed on your waist. Firmly and boldly. Your stomach tensed. That didn’t pass unseen as Taehyung caressed the expanse of your stomach. He deeply groaned as he pressed on the soft folding of your stomach.

Then, his eyes fluttered on the price, your boobs. 

Taehyung had a not-so-secret infatuation with your breasts. They were soft, womanly, and made Taehyung hard every single time.

“Do you have enough material to jerk off now?” You asked, remembering you had one big mission rather than showing him your tits.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered back to you. He kind of wished you would let it go, but he was determined to do whatever you pleased. If he was correct about his feelings, you watching him masturbate could drive you mad. 

His hand abandoned you despite your protest. Your eyes immediately flickered down to the subject of matter, his clothed cock. 

Taehyung was readily waiting for you since last night. He was hard, throbbing, sticky and everything in between. You plagued his mind so much that he’d turned into a play toy you could command. 

Since he was a teenager, he was exposed to adult content. He kept reminding himself that he’d seen naked woman before as he struggles to understand why he was this deeply captured by your figure. 

Maybe it was your matching cute lingerie that shook his core, you taking time to think about his pleasure, about his dick. 

Taehyung hissed in pain when he squeezed himself over his shorts. For you, his voice was a taste of heaven. “You hard?” You asked deliriously. His boyish red shorts were only bulging, didn’t give a clear outline. 

“Yeah…” He murmured as he stroke himself a few times. Globes of precum had already ruined his boxers. 

When Taehyung took more time than you could endure, your hands intervened. Pretty painted nails grazed down his hips, just above the start of his v line. “Can’t wait to see it.” You murmured. 

“Do you wanna feel it?” Taehyung asked. He knew he was playing against the rules. 

“I–” You spoke of hesitation before letting yourself go. “Fine.” You surrendered. 

You held your hand out for Taehyung to grab. He took his sweet time with you. He held your wrists, opened your palm to lay it on his. He compared how small your fingers to him while knowing how you gawked at his hands.

You loved the lean, long fingers. His large, manly palm that could grab your entire face in one. You love to trace the veins that protrude over the back of his hand up to his biceps. You love how meticulously kept his nails were. You could eat of from his hands without any second thoughts.

You held your breath as Taehyung put your hand on below his stomach. Your fingers sneakily brushed against the happy trail you saw earlier. After letting you tease and feel him around, Taehyung pressed your hand to his erection. 

You gasped loudly. If you weren’t so sure of him, you could assume he stuffed something else in his pants. Not being able to control yourself, you tugged your hand free touch him without his restrict. 

You tried to make out the outline of his appendage by touching. His girthy length felt infinitely long as you brushed along it. He was radiating warmth beneath two layers of fabric and throbbed.

Taehyung hissed when you made it towards his sensitive tip. “Oh, wow…” You said. Your free hand came up to caress too. While your one hand held the tip, your other hand when down his length.

Taehyung growled; his hips bucked up to your touch involuntarily. “Are you impressed yet?” He asked through his teeth. 

“Intrigued.” You replied. Your voice was hoarse.

“Let’s not wait you for long, huh?” He asked. His hand pulled down his shorts first. The red pyjama shorts pooled down on his knees. Next were his black boxers. When your hands touched him through his underwear. You felt how much he leaked. 

Suppressing your laugh, you thanked him. “Can’t wait…”

Taehyung didn’t want to wait too. He needed direct skin contact in regards of how little patience he had. He didn’t care if he would cum straight away.

While you entertained yourself and salivated over his deep v line, Taehyung took matters into his own hands and pulled his boxers down too. 

His cock sprung out. You gasped. 

It was even more impressive than you had imagined, thick and throbbing, the mushroom shaped head glistening with precum. It was pretty. You didn’t expect less compared to Taehyung’s Greek good body. 

His length stood proudly. If you looked closely, you could see it pulsate. The needy thing almost turned purple from how hard it got. Your hands trembled as you reached out to touch him again. 

This time you were the one went hazy. You looked at Taehyung with big eyes. Almost unsure if you were dreaming. As your hands got suspended halfway, Taehyung nodded, allowing you. 

Your fingers wrapped around his shaft, feeling the heat and the hardness of him. Taehyung’s response was a strangled moan, his body arching into your touch. 

You weren’t as mean as previously. You still took your time exploring him, but gentler.

“Pretty.” You mumbled to yourself. 

Taehyung laughed. No one called his dick pretty before. He shook the bed with the bounce of his shoulders. “You think my cock is pretty?” 

You licked your lips. Taehyung saw the hunger in your eyes. Only momentarily he imagined your smooth lips over his pretty cock. If you thought his dick was pretty, you would give it a kiss, right?

It was an idea to entertain another time as you gained more consciousness over the situation. 

“So pretty.” You repeated. 

Taehyung’s cock throbbed at the praised. Your eyes were locked on his dick. Both of his hands were wrapped around the base. 

You hummed; your hands tugged at his wrists. “Hands off–” You murmured. He didn’t want to stop holding it as he was sure you were going to tease him.

“Taehyung!” You called his name more clearly. “Please stop holding it.” Ever kind, you asked.

Taehyung poutingly released his grip to gladly let you take control. His pouty and whiny face egged you to do whatever you want to him.

“Oh!” You exclaimed. “Look at this…” Your excitement was silenced when his tip couldn’t be enclosed by the wrap of your index finger and thumb.

Taehyung groaned as his hips rolled against your tight hold. Your hand was already covered in his stickiness. You allowed Taehyung to roll his hips a few times, “See! It was your hands that made it look average. It’s huge…” You whispered it like a secret.

He held your thighs; his fingers gripped you hard. “Y/N…” Taehyung moaned your name from his throat. You were playing him around like a toy and he enjoyed it. “Baby…” His moan was bliss to your ears. You wanted to record it and listen every damn second of the day.

Only momentarily– to test if he would continue moan like that again, you tugged at his length once. Unlike his poor excuse of strokes, you used both of your hands and held him firmly throughout. His whole body shuddered with immense vigour even only with a singular stroke.

When Taehyung opened his eyes, he saw two of your fists wrapped around him, and yet a good two inches of his tip was still exposed. Your hold was fairly tight to compensate. Taehyung had a small brains space to speak. “Even with your two hands you can’t hold me properly.” He whispered to himself. 

You whimpered at the feeling of his hard dick. You felt the warm blood pumping, making him so heavy. Your insides were clenching sporadically while the only thing to ease you laid in your hands. To his relief, you stroked him again. 

When your palms glided against Taehyung’s dick simultaneously again, he let out a guttural moan, his head falling back to his shoulders. If you stroked him like this for more than five times, he would cum. No thoughts, just orgasm like he never had before. 

His entire body tensed with the pleasure that surged through him. Your gentle and timid hands, the way your fingers wrapped around his length, made him feel like he was made from gold.

"God, Y/N," he breathed, his voice trembling. "You feel so good."

His dick ejected plenty of precum to prove his point. His knees were spreaded further causing you to spread more. You saw this pleasure in him so much that you slowed down his movements. You wanted Taehyung on the line between pleasure and pain. 

Taehyung took a deep breath. "My tip..." He sniffled. You were avoiding his poor tip, thus giving him semi-dry strokes.

“What about your tip, baby?” You asked as you mimicked his pout.

You mimicked his pout, your tone teasing but affectionate.

Taehyung whimpered, his eyes pleading. “Please,” he sniffled, his voice a desperate whisper. “Touch my tip. I want it so bad, Y/N.”

You looked at him, pretending to consider his request. “You want it?” you asked, your voice soft and laced with a hint of teasing. “Or you need me to?”

He nodded frantically, his hips bucking slightly in a futile attempt to guide your hand where he needed it most. “Need! I need you, please,” he pleaded, his breath hitching. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Aw… Baby…” You made a sympathetic noise, but your hands soon left him completely. 

Taehyung’s response was immediate, a choked moan escaping his lips as his body arched into your touch. His hands returned to their iron grip on your thighs. 

“Why?” He gasped, almost sobbing. “Why stop when I–?” 

“You know why, baby. You know what I need you to do.” You whispered. You placed your hands over his, gently pushing him. 

Taehyung left red hand marks on your thighs when he loosened his grip. He was looking at you with the cutest pout. 

“Look at you! Crying baby with leaky dick.” You amused even though your panties were soaked through and through. The wet fabric was obvious to Taehyung, who was clearly having bigger issues now. Albeit you could feel the slickness between your lips, rubbing so messily to your underwear.

Taehyung's cheeks were forever flushed a deep shade of pink. His pupils were blown out, teared eyed because of how much you teased him.

“Ah, don’t be so upset. You make me so wet too…” You muttered as if you were the victim. If you weren’t so keen on teasing Taehyung, he would have fucked you to cloud nine.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered down to your clothed core, his pupils dilating further as he took in the sight of your soaked panties. His expression shifted as he soft the outline of your lips, a primal hunger taking over as he let out a low, guttural growl.

He bit his lip, his hand trembling as he tried to control himself. The sight of your arousal was driving him wild, his own need growing more intense with each passing second. He hiccupped; his voice was gone.

“Mhmm?” You asked him dreamily. He wasn’t aware of his own hand wrapping around his cock. 

You smiled. This was where you needed him. You looked at his palm wrapped around his base. The vein from his point finger had grown prominent and followed towards his elbow. 

He was–now– sweaty and breathless. His body ached as if he ran a marathon. 

“How do you do this usually?” You asked– meaninglessly curious about his own sexy time. 

“Do what?” Taehyung’s brain was nonfunctional due to lack of blood. 

You squinted; you weren’t sure if he was intentionally doing this. To warn him, you squeezed his tip. 

Taehyung whined, “Y/N! F-fuck.” He covered your hand in his sticky juice in seconds.

You pouted, “Don’t play dumb.” You were opposite of scolding him.

Taehyung shook his head to sides, “I– I just jerk off. N-nothing complicated.” He blabbered. 

“No toys?” You asked. 

Taehyung shook his head again. Now, he had iron grip on your hands and his hips started to maintain their rhythm against them.

“I am a dude, Y/N. I just stroke it for a few minutes, and I’m done.” He was telling the truth. He never had vibrators or fleshlights. His previous partners were too faint to remember. There was nothing he felt particularly attached. 

“Surely you watch something? Or look at something?” You egged him.

Taehyung nodded, “Yeah.” His eyes were closed again. His bottom lip caught on his teeth while he breathlessly humped the palm of your hand. 

Even though Taehyung craved stimulation, he couldn’t take another squeeze of his poor leaking cock. He continued playing into your game. “Sometimes porn… I- Your photos…” He murmured very guilty. He was literally in your hands so there was no point to lie.

You sent him a lot of thirst traps. He was ever gentleman, always respectfully looking at your photos and admiring them in mere seconds before his dick grew tall. He politely responded to them with floods of emojis and compliments. Depending on the content of the photos, he exterminated them almost immediately. However, more than many times, he had your photos flash through his eyes while stroking his cock. 

You were the perfect remedy for his dick. Those photos made his alone time pass so quick.

The answer seemed to please you as you giggled. “My innocent selfies?” You amused.

Taehyung gulped. There was plethora of different types of photos you sent. Some were fun and dramatic, and others were simply so fucking hot. “Mhmhm…” Taehyung nodded pathetically. 

For example, an innocent picture of your ass to ask if the colour of your jeans match your shirt… That juicy peach always made his dick harden. 

“What do you think about while looking at them, baby?” You were hooked in. You needed him to confess his deepest secrets and become addicted to you. You loved the nice, easy-going, bubbly man he was outside. But you craved the man behind the gentleman gestures.

You helped him to wrap his right hand around his dick. You adjusted his hold. “There you go… Tell me.” You whispered when he started stroking himself with cute shivers.

 “I imagine your lips,” he continued, his voice trembling with need. “Your lips on my lips, on my neck, kissing me, sucking me… I think about how soft they’d feel, how warm your mouth is.”

His hand moved faster, the slick sounds filling the room as he lost himself in his confession. His free hand grabbed your boob. He needed an emotional tit squeeze. 

You gave him that with a whimper. You placed your hand over his. ”You like it when I kiss your neck, baby?” 

He gulped and nodded. He enjoyed your small body pressed against him, your hands holding onto his shoulders cutely while you leaned in to place a soft kiss on his neck. 

“God, yes,” he groaned, his voice a mix of desperation and desire. “I love it when you do anything to me…”

Taehyung continued, “I think about your body, how perfect you are, how much I want to touch you, taste you… I- I think about your boobs. You drive me crazy, Y/N.” His eyes rolled back in the soft feeling of your tit. He wished he grabbed them sooner.

“I imagine you riding me, your body bouncing on top of mine, taking me so deep… I think about how tight you’d feel, how you’d moan my name…” His voice broke, a desperate edge creeping in but still so deep, low, and manly. “How you would cry about how big my dick is…” He chuckled deviously.

You confidently giggled. Hearing him so openly express his desires fuelled your own. “You really like it when I’m in control, don’t you?” you chuckle– little too confidently.

“For now,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. His eyes darkened with a mix of desire and authority, sending a shiver down your spine.

You replied, your voice exceedingly small. “Well, right now, you’re mine to play with.”

He let out a soft chuckle. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” he warned, his tone playful yet promising. His chest rose and fell quickly with each breath.

You leaned back slightly, your eyes locking onto his with a challenging gaze. “I will,” you whispered, your fingers trailing down his chest. “And you’ll love every second of it.”

“What else, Taehyung?” you pressed, wanting more, needing to hear him completely unravel.

He paused, his eyes locking onto yours with a dark, intense gaze. "I imagine you on top of me, your eyes half-closed, lips parted as you sink down on me, taking me deeper and deeper," he murmured, his voice a blend of raw desire and an edge of vulnerability. "I see you throwing your head back, moaning my name, telling me how good I feel inside you… how you’d lose yourself in the pleasure, riding me until you can't take it anymore." The words spilled out of his mouth

“You sound so fucking hot…” You cried helplessly. You dreamed about riding him. The mind image was perfect. He was built huge in height. He was your own big teddy bear that you get to hump. 

“I will make you take it. All of this…” He held his dick at the base and slapped it against his palm. His voice was sinister. 

You pliantly nodded. Your eyes were on his dick, silently watching every single move of his dick. He never seen a girl look at his dick with this much love.

“You will sit on me and take it, right baby?” He asked.

“I-i don’t know…” You blabbered. He was the biggest you ever seen in real life. Despite all the dirty talk, you were all bark and no bite. Taehyung was well aware of it. 

“I will make you take it.” He promised.

Your breath hitched, the intensity of his words making your heart race. “I… I want to,” you admitted, your voice trembling with both fear and excitement.

“Good girl,” he praised, his eyes darkening with lust. “You’re going to take all of me, every inch. You’ll be so full of me; you won’t be able to think of anything else.”

A whimper escaped your lips, your body aching with need. “Taehyung! I– you continue…”

He smirked, clearly enjoying your desperation. “Yeah? You want me to continue? You want me to continue stroking my cock while watching you?”

“Yes… I want you to cum…” you confessed, your voice breaking. 

With a pleased smile Taehyung’s hand moved to his cock, stroking himself slowly at first, then picking up the pace. If you needed him to cum, he would gladly point you white. 

He groaned, “Let me see your titties better, then.” 

You unhooked your bra off and threw it away as words left his mouth. You looked at him with big eyes for his approval. “Nice titties….” Taehyung hummed while grabbing each of them one after the other. 

The sight of his hand moving over his thick length, combined with the slick sounds of his arousal, made your own need unbearable. You felt yourself almost combusting. 

His eyes locked onto yours, his gaze intense and filled with raw desire. “Oh, fuck… Y/N,” he groaned, his voice deep and rough. He made sure your heard all of his pretty noises.

Your hands trembled as they moved to your panties, slipping underneath the fabric to find your swollen clit. You gasped at the sensation, start to rub yourself desperately as you watched Taehyung’s hand move over his length.

“Ah, you’re gonna touch yourself too?” He cooed you but his eyes were locked at how your hands were stuffed into your panties.

“Oh, Taehyung,” you moaned, your voice filled with need and anger. “You make me so wet!”

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. “Are you touching your clit, baby?” 

Your body trembled, your fingers working faster as you felt the pressure building inside you. You barely nodded. Your fingers were barely satisfying you. They were clumsily bumping at your clit to relieve the hunger.

“Taetae…” you panted, your voice a desperate whimper. 

“Look at me… I am leaking so much for you.” Taehyung pointed to his dick. His eyes never left yours as he continued to stroke himself, the slick sounds only intensifying. 

“I–” You huffed out of frustration. Your panties didn’t give you the room to help yourself. 

You were stuck to watch Taehyung’s orgasm ripple through his soul while you couldn’t even touch yourself properly. Maybe you shouldn’t have been this mean to him.

Your pout had become bigger as frustration built up in you. Taehyung watched your fidgety digits, but they did the opposite of help. Taehyung could change that easily. 

He placed his free hand on your thigh. Your body had a number of reactions: shiver, ran away, and then push yourself towards him instead. He gently squeezed up to the apex of your thigh, his fingers teased your inner thighs. 

You screamed top of your lungs. “B-baby!” 

Taehyung’s eyes found yours authoritatively. He didn’t need to utter any words. “I- got them for you. A few days ago…” You barely managed to utter while your body convulsed because of his fingertips.

“Hmm, your underwear? You’re cute...” With a smirk, he hooked his fingers around the delicate fabric and, with a swift motion, tore your panties off, the sound of ripping fabric echoing through the room. The sensation of the cool air against your heated skin made you shiver.

“Taehyung!” You exclaimed in shock. 

His eyes darkened with desire as he saw your messy lips, glistening with your arousal. The sight of your swollen, slick folds and the way your wetness glistened in the dim light made his breath hitch. Your pussy was beautiful and inviting. A creamy peach for him to devour.

Taehyung’s hand continued to move over his thick length, his mouth salivated. His gaze was fixed on your exposed sex, the sight of you so open and vulnerable for him driving him wild. He groaned deeply; his jaw clenched. 

Your fingers, still trembling from the overwhelming sensations, hesitated as he ripped your pretty decent clothing away without any trouble. It was physically impossible for you to become hornier for him. 

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “So, I can continue...” He said while waving his cock like a torch. 

With a shaky breath, you obeyed, your fingers moving to your swollen clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was electric, your body responding instantly to the touch.

Taehyung’s eyes followed your every move, his own hand speeding up as he watched you pleasure yourself. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Just like that, baby.” His breathing grew heavier, and his strokes became more urgent. “Put your fingers inside,” he ordered, his eyes locked onto yours.

You hesitated, your fingers pausing over your clit. “Do it,” he growled, the intensity of his gaze making your body tingle.

You shook your head to sides. “No, you do it. I… can’t…” 

His eyes flashed with something primal at your words, the hint of fear and the desperate plea igniting his desire further. "Scared?" he repeated, a dangerous smirk curling his lips. 

He firmly grabbed your wrist, guiding your fingers back to your swollen clit. "Coat your fingers in that cream." he commanded; his voice rough with need. 

With a shaky breath, you obeyed, your fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles over your sensitive flesh. The sensation was electric, your body responding instantly to your own touch, now intensified by his commanding presence.

"That's it," Taehyung murmured, his voice low and husky. "Just like that, baby. Get all of that juice." His own hand resumed its motion on his thick length, his eyes never leaving yours, the intensity of his gaze making your body tingle.

His strokes on himself became more urgent, the slick sounds of his arousal filling the room. "You're so fucking wet for me," he groaned, watching the way your fingers moved, the way your body trembled. 

After he was satisfied the amount your two finger was coated, he ordered, "Put those fingers in my mouth." 

Taehyung made you withdraw your fingers from your dripping pussy and brought them to his mouth. His lips closed around them immediately, his tongue swirling around your digits, tasting every drop of your arousal. 

His eyes rolled back at your taste. His entire chest vibrated with a growl. 

Taehyung sucked on your fingers greedily, his eyes never leaving yours. As he continued to taste you, his hand never stopped moving over his length, the slick sounds of his stroking mingling with the wet noises of his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he muttered around your fingers, his voice muffled but filled with lust. The sight of him devouring your essence, combined with the feeling of his mouth on your fingers, drove you to the edge.

Your body trembled with anticipation, the pressure building inside you becoming almost unbearable. “Taehyung, please cum for me.” you whimpered, your voice a desperate plea. 

With a final, deep groan, Taehyung released. 

His pupils dilated with primal lust as he quickened his pace, his hand moving frantically over his length. His breathing grew ragged, his moans louder, filling the room with the sound of his impending release.

With a guttural moan, his body shuddered, his hand moving in a frenzied blur as he came. His release spurted over your thighs and tummy. His hot and stick coated your skin. 

His face crumbled into a frown as his orgasm painfully washed him all over. He continued to stroke himself, milking every drop. His eyes never left yours while you writhed on the bed. 

As the waves of his orgasm subsided, he looked at you, breathless and flushed. A sheepish smile decorated his handsome face. His chest heaved with the effort of catching his breath, his gaze filled with a mix of satisfaction and adoration.

Your eyes broke eye contact moments ago. You were looking at dick with awe and how his sticky cum painted your tummy. “You have a decent aim.” You chuckled while looking at the globe of his juice right on your nipple. 

Taehyung chuckled; his hand got all the damage. “Couldn’t help myself. You taste really good,” he amused, his voice hoarse from the intensity of his release. 

You deeply sighed. Your voice was barely a whisper, trembling with the remnants of your own excitement. "You are so fucking hot."

He smirked, tracing a finger through his cum on your tummy. "You like being my canvas?" he teased, his voice low and husky.

Your body shivered at his touch, the warmth of his finger sending sparks through your skin. "Yeah…" you murmured, your eyes meeting his once more.

Taehyung’s expression softened, a look of pure adoration shining through his eyes. "Good," he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead gently. "Did you make sure I was good for you, baby?" he teased.

You chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of his breath on your skin. "You were perfect," you replied, your voice filled with genuine affection.

He grinned, his hand caressing your side. "Perfect, huh?" he said, his tone playful. 

You watched Taehyung deliriously come down from his orgasm to realise he came all over your chest. 

“Look at the mess you made.” You tried to say pointedly. Your core was entrenched, mixing with his release on your skin. Every inch of your skin was still burning as you weren’t granted a beautiful orgasm like Taehyung’s.

You dipped your fingers between your lips. The warmth and stickiness welcomed you. Everything was so sensitive. 

Taehyung's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his release mingling with your own arousal on your chest. He could see the frustration in your eyes, the need for your own release still burning within you.

"Do I get to touch you now?" He asked with forced pout. His hands pushed your thighs apart by pulling your knees. Your lips separated from each other to allow him to have a view of your clit.

You nodded eagerly. "You made me so wet, Taehyung," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper, trembling with the remnants of your own excitement. The words ignited something primal in him, his gaze darkening with renewed desire.

He reached down, his fingers gently brushing against your drenched lips. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, your breath hitching in response. "I can see that," he murmured, his voice low and husky. 

His fingers teased your folds, gathering the wetness that had pooled there. He brought his hand up to his mouth, licking his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving yours. The sight made your core throb with need. He looked so primal when he enjoyed your taste. His eyes kept rolling back while his chest hummed like a thunder.

Taehyung leaned in. His body hovered over you. “This is how much I get you wet?" he whispered. You bit your lip and nodded. 

"It's so fucking sexy," he breathed out heavily.

You moaned softly, the sound escaping your lips before you could stop it. "Taehyung..." you whimpered, your body aching for more of his touch.

He smirked, clearly pleased with your reaction. "I want to taste you," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "I want to feel your juices on my tongue. I want to make you come all over my face."

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming need coursing through you.

He leaned down to connect your forehead lovingly despite the filthy he was uttering. You almost kiss-attacked him. He was amused by your enthusiasm. His one hand continued to support his weight over you while the other was placed on your face. 

He cooed your cheek while your desperation grew big enough to bite Taehyung off. He chuckled, “Do you want to paint my face with your sweet cum, baby?” 

You whimpered under him. He was so annoying! He didn’t let his body pressed against you. You needed his every curve of his Godly body to compress yours until you become one.

"Yes," you breathed out, your voice trembling with need. 

His eyes darkened with hunger at your words. "Are you going to let me taste every single drop?" he murmured. 

His dirty talk drove you crazy. Your bratty hand acted on the urge, and you pulled Taehyung’s hair– maybe a bit too hard. 

Taehyung didn’t mind a bit. He was glad he was able to turn you on beyond his imagine. He let you pull him to your will. 

“Please baby, I want to have it straight from the source.” Taehyung begged. His bottom lip already caught in your teeth, sucking at it like his little vampire. 

Your desperation switched off something in his brain. He wanted to fuck you into another dimension, to defile any common sense, to make you forget everything but the feeling of him inside you while he feels like a puddle at your feet, doing whatever you need.

His hands moved with purpose, yanking your hands from his body. When meeting his darkened gaze, you pouted. “I- I wanted make out.” You asked softly.

He leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a fleeting kiss, enough to make you feel the warmth of his breath but not enough to satisfy your craving. "Not yet, baby," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "You’ll get all the kisses you want after I’ve had my taste."

After Taehyung returned to his previous position in between your legs. Your hands tried to search for him, but your attempts remained futile.

Taehyung’s gaze flickered to the dried remnants of his release on your skin. The sight of it only seemed to stir something deeper inside him. Without another word, he grabbed his discarded shirt, gently wiping away the sticky evidence of his earlier climax. His movements were tender, almost reverent, as if he were preparing you for what was to come next.

As he finished, he looked up at you, his eyes dark with intent. "You’re too beautiful to be covered in anything but my cum, but it must be annoying to have dried cum all over you," he murmured, his tone both possessive and adoring. 

You shrugged. It wasn’t the best feeling, but you would do anything to feel his hands around you… which was dangerous.

He tossed the shirt aside and settled himself back between your legs, his large hands spreading your thighs wide open.

Your body trembled under his intense gaze, and you bit your lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape. The air between you was thick with anticipation, the heat of the moment making your skin prickle with desire.

Unlike you, he had mercy and spared you an unnecessary foreplay.

Taehyung's need for you was almost unbearable, so he lifted your legs onto his shoulders.

You shrieked but allowed him to continue after his eyes clocked onto yours. He kissed your calves calmly while you adjusted to the idea of having his lips on your core. 

After a few seconds, Taehyung lowered himself to his elbows, your thighs resting on his shoulders. 

As Taehyung settled between your legs, his breath hitched at the sight before him. Your core was glistening with arousal, your lips slightly parted and inviting, a sight that sent a surge of desire coursing through him. His gaze darkened, filled with an almost overwhelming need as he took in every detail—the way your wetness pooled, the way your body seemed to pulse with anticipation. He could barely hold back the growl that rumbled in his chest.

His fingers gently spreaded your folds. The cool air against your wetness made you shiver, and you could see the hunger in his eyes as he took in the sight of you. A string of curse left his filthy mouth. "Fuck, baby... You're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice dripping with lust. His fingers traced the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, teasingly close to where you needed him most.

"I love seeing you like this... so needy, so ready..."

He pressed soft kisses to your thighs, inching closer to your core but deliberately avoiding it. The anticipation was driving you wild, and he could tell by the way your hips subtly shifted, seeking more contact. But Taehyung was in control, savouring the moment, letting the tension build.

"Do you know how badly I want to taste you right now?" he whispered against your skin, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "To feel you come undone on my tongue? I can’t wait to make you scream my name..."

His lips brushed just beside your folds, his tongue darting out to lick a tantalizing line along your thigh, avoiding your most sensitive spot by a mere inch. The teasing had you trembling, every nerve in your body alight with desire.

"You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N," he groaned, his voice low and guttural. "I want to cum so hard that you forget your own name." He believed every single word with such determination that he surely would do everything he promised.

His closeness had just hit you. His handsome face was in between your thighs. He lifted your legs over his shoulders. One of your feet was touching his back while the other dangled in the air.

Oh, how the tables have turned. The sharp contrast of his hot breath against the coolness of your skin made every inch of you hyperaware, each nerve ending alive with a mix of desperation and surrender. His large hands gripped your hips, not just to hold you, but to claim you, grounding you in the moment and reminding you that this was his domain now.

Taehyung felt your shaky breaths, the way body tensed. He looked up at you from between your legs– a sight for sore eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, his voice gentle yet filled with an underlying edge of frustration. “Tell me what you need.” His hands caressed your hips.

You avoided his gaze, your voice trembling as you admitted, “I– I’ve never come from oral before…”

Taehyung’s expression softened with understanding, his eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination. “It’s okay, baby,” he said gently. “I’m here to make sure you feel everything you need. Whether you cum or not, I’m going to savour every moment of eating you out.”

He leaned closer, his lips placed a small kiss on top of your pelvic bone. You groaned; your hips followed him.

“Allow me to explore you, baby. Please,” he murmured, his voice a low, comforting purr. 

His confidence and tenderness washed over you, helping to calm your nerves only a bit. You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to sink into the sensation of his touch. With a reassuring nod, you let go of the hesitation, trusting him completely.

“Or perhaps I should have made you pleasure yourself in front of me, just like you did for me,” he whispered, his lips barely brushing your inner folds, sending a wave of delicate shivers and hitches through your body. His breath was hot and teasing, skimming over your most sensitive spots without quite touching them.

His lips danced near your clit, your sweet opening, each breath he inhaled your scent and taste.

Since the beginning he let you control his body to your wish. By trusting that bratty thought, you pulled Taehyung straight to your core. 

Yet, Taehyung remained steadfast.

His eyes locked onto yours with an intense, piercing gaze, every bit of his dominance conveyed through that single look. His brow arched with an almost imperceptible challenge, his expression one of commanding authority despite his position.

Your core gushed. If he were stimulating you, even a little bit, you were sure you would squirt out.

Taehyung started kissing around your lips when your sweet hole was covered in sticky juice. He began with soft, teasing kisses, against your most sensitive skin. “God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, more to himself than to you, his voice laced nothing but raw hunger. “You need my lips here, baby?” He asked but didn’t wait for your answer.

Your core clenched, your spine shivered every time he let his lips press against your core. Taehyung smirked, clearly enjoying the power he had over you in that moment. He let out a low groan, the sound vibrating through you as he finally pressed a firm kiss to opening.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he muttered, his voice husky as his mouth filled with your taste. “I could spend forever down here, just tasting you, driving you wild until you can’t take it anymore.” With that, he dipped his tongue between your folds, moving slowly at first, savouring every drop of your wetness. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as your hips tried to move in their own.

He alternated between long, slow licks and quick, flicking strokes. His mouth worked you high and down. For a while he stayed face down in your core. His entire face was in contact with your core, which made you wetter than water. 

He quite literally ate you like a dinner. He welcomed every single drop, drag, and push his tongue into every crevice. 

Taehyung’s relentless focus on your core made it clear that this was maybe more about his pleasure than yours. And this fact didn’t make you mad at all. The way his tongue moved, the way he groaned and devoured you with such fervour—it was evident that he was utterly lost in the act. His lips, tongue, and even his nose dragged against your most sensitive skin, every movement calculated to keep you on the brink of madness.

You could feel how much he was enjoying it too. He was practically worshipping every inch of you with his mouth. His hands gripped your thighs with a possessive urgency, keeping you in place as if he couldn’t bear the thought of losing contact with you even for a second. He wasn’t just eating you out; he was indulging himself, drawing out every moan, every gasp, every drop of your arousal with a ravenous need that was both thrilling and overwhelming.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growled against your slick skin, his voice hoarse with desire. He wasn’t just tasting you—he was savouring you, his tongue plunging deeper, swirling, flicking, exploring every inch of you like he couldn’t get enough.

Every time you tried to pull away, your body overwhelmed by the intensity, he would growl in protest, his hands tightening their grip, pulling you back to him. “Don’t you dare move, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He buried his face deeper, his tongue working you with a relentless rhythm that had you teetering on the edge. His moans vibrated through you, each one a reminder that he was doing this as much for his own pleasure as for yours. He was completely immersed in you, drinking in every bit of your essence like he was starved for it.

“God, I love this.” And then he was back at it, his mouth on you again, devouring you like he couldn’t get enough, like he never would.

You really wanted to orgasm from his mouth. You were crazy about this man. But every time you thought you might find some rhythm, he switched up his rhythm, keeping you on edge, driving you closer and closer to the brink.

Taehyung noticed the tension in your body, the way you were teetering on the edge but not quite able to tip over into the release you so desperately craved. His eyes flicked up to yours, a knowing glint in them, as if he could read your thoughts.

He decided without delay that it was time to push you over that edge. You have suffered enough of your own teasing. Also, he could tease you longer the next time.

With a renewed sense of purpose, he adjusted his grip on your hips, holding you firmly in place. His tongue began to work with an intensity that was almost overwhelming, circling and flicking your clit with a precision that had you gasping for breath. Each movement was deliberate, calculated, designed to bring you closer and closer to that elusive climax.

Your hands fisted the sheets beneath you, your body trembling with the effort of holding on. "Taehyung, I- If you want me to cum– finger me," you managed to gasp out, your voice laced with frustration and desperation.

Taehyung’s gaze never wavered, his smile shifting into something darker, more intense. “If that’s what you want…”

He had been pushing his long tongue in your hole, so you were fairly ready for him. Without breaking eye contact, he slipped his middle finger into you, the motion slow, deliberate, letting you feel every inch as he filled you. 

The sensation was immediate, almost overwhelming, the pressure of his fingers against your inner walls sending a jolt of pleasure through your entire body.

He didn’t rush. With his fingers buried deep inside you, he began to curl them with precision, searching for that spot he knew would make you unravel. His movements were purposeful, almost teasing, as if he were daring you to beg for more. All the while, his thumb brushed lightly against your clit, each touch calculated to push you closer to the edge.

"Is this what you craved, baby?" he murmured, his voice dripping with a mix of challenge and desire. "To feel my fingers inside you?” Your response was a choked moan, your hips arching off the bed, instinctively seeking more of his touch. Despite his calm demeanour, you were writhing on the bed, fisting the bedsheets and pillows. 

Taehyung’s eyes were locked onto yours, his expression a mix of intense focus and unrestrained desire. He watched your every movement, your writhings on the bed, and the way your hands fisted the bedsheets and pillows. The sight only fuelled his determination to push you further.

“Do you want another finger, baby?” he asked, his voice a sultry murmur as he curled his fingers inside you, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild. Without waiting for a response, he slipped a second finger in, stretching you gently, his movements smooth and deliberate.

He could feel your walls clenching around him, your body reacting to every touch with increasing desperation. Taehyung’s thumb continued its relentless dance on your clit. 

His voice laced with a teasing edge, “Let’s see if you can cum now.” He didn’t wait for your reply. Instead, he bent his head lower, his lips capturing your clit with a hungry, determined fervour. His tongue flicked and swirled around it, sucking, and licking with a fervent intensity that had your body tensing and trembling under him.

As Taehyung’s lips enveloped your clit, a jolt of electrifying pleasure surged through you, pulling a strangled moan from your throat. His touch was relentless and insistent, each flick of his tongue pushing you further into a state of lustful delirium.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he growled against your sensitive flesh, his breath hot and moist. “I can’t get enough of you.” His words were rough, each syllable dripping with raw desire as his tongue licked and sucked with a fervent determination.

Your body arched instinctively towards him, hips thrusting up to meet his mouth, desperate for more. The sheets beneath you were tangled in your frantic movements, your hands clawing at them as if trying to hold onto the last shreds of control. Every stroke of his tongue felt like a wave crashing over you, dragging you deeper into the storm of pleasure.

“Please, Taehyung,” you begged, your voice ragged and trembling. “Don’t stop. I need this so badly. Please make me cum.” Your words were a mix of desperation and longing, a plea for the release that felt just out of reach.

Taehyung’s response was a low, approving groan, his mouth continuing its relentless assault. “You want it bad, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “In fact, you did since last night, right baby? I got your sweet pussy hot and bothered and didn’t fuck it.”

His fingers moved in sync with his tongue after he spitted filth. He thrusted in and out of you with a steady rhythm that had you stride towards your long-waited orgasm. The pressure inside you built with every pass of his tongue, each flick and swirl making your entire body shiver with anticipation.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you cried out, the pleasure becoming almost too much to bear. “I’m so close.”

His tongue worked faster, harder, his mouth suctioning your clit in a way that had you almost screaming with need. “That’s it, baby,” he growled, his voice a low rumble against your skin. “Let go. Cum all over my face.”

The combination of Taehyung’s relentless tongue and the steady thrust of his fingers sent you spiralling into an intense orgasm. You gasped and trembled, your body shaking with the overwhelming release. Taehyung didn’t let up, his mouth still working its magic on you, his fingers gently coaxing out every last bit of pleasure.

When your orgasm hit you, you let out a loud groan that bordered a scream. Taehyung’s room was at the top level of the house he shared with his friends. Even though these sort of noises like this were common among the boys, Taehyung despised the thought of his friends hearing you so vulnerable.

“Be quiet, baby.” He warned you despite knowing you were on clouds, enjoying the pure bliss he granted you. 

At least that what Taehyung thought.

“Taehyung…” You gritted out. Your voice was shaky. Your body already went so soft under him. 

“Baby?” Taehyung worriedly reciprocated. Were you mad?

“I– I cannot b-believe…” You took in a shaky breath. 

Even though Taehyung had another serving of your delicious cunt in front of him, his worry came pass. He gently pulled back, releasing your legs from his grip, his face clouded with worry. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, his voice laced with apprehension. 

“Y-you made me cum… from— with your tongue…” You whispered. 

Taehyung laid over you, this time his very naked body pressed on yours. His sweaty body pressed onto yours. 

“Hmm…” He hummed as he kissed your shoulders.

“I never had that before…” You confessed. “I t-think it was a weak one but… still…” 

Taehyung’s brow furrowed as he tried to process your words, his eyes searching yours for clarity. But before he could respond, you reached up and cupped his face in your hands, your juices were already dried around his lips. 

Taehyung’s chest filled with compassion and love that he wanted to blurt out love poems for you, but you had other plans.

“I need you to fuck me.” You said directly, right at his face. 

Taehyung’s eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and eagerness. The initial shock of your direct request quickly gave way to a playful, almost goofy grin. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing, heated kiss.

“Mm, you’re really something else, you know that?” he murmured between kisses, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and desire. His hands roamed over your body, exploring the curves and contours with a familiar, but now more focused, touch. 

“You bring that out of me.” You said witty.

Taehyung’s smile widened; his amusement clear as he pressed another lingering kiss to your lips. “Good,” he murmured, his voice husky, “because I’m not planning on stopping anytime soon.”

As Taehyung’s lips trailed down your neck, his mind wandered through the possibilities, each one more tempting than the last. The desire to take you was palpable, but he wanted to do it exactly right, to make sure every moment was perfect.

The first image that came to his mind was the classic missionary position. It was his favourite for so many reasons. He wanted to be close to you, to feel every shiver, every tremble as he moved inside you. The thought of looking into your eyes, seeing the raw pleasure on your face as he thrust into you, sent a thrill through him. He imagined whispering in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin, his voice low and thick with desire. He knew how much you loved that, the way his words would send you over the edge. And if you got too loud—something he expected, considering how close you already were—he could cover your mouth with his hand, muffling your cries as he continued to drive you both toward ecstasy.

But then, another position crossed his mind. He pictured you lying on your side, with him spooning you from behind. It was intimate, close, and it allowed him to take you deeply while keeping you enveloped in his arms. The idea of holding you like that, his chest pressed against your back, his hand sliding down to play with your clit while he thrust into you, was incredibly enticing. You could do some cock-warming which he would greatly enjoy. Maybe it would calm you down slightly.

And then there was the third option, one he couldn’t get out of his head—he wanted to see you on top of him, riding him. The idea of you taking control, moving at your own pace, was a fantasy he’d played out in his mind many times. He wanted to watch you, your body moving above him, your hands resting on his chest as you guided him deeper inside you. But as he kissed you, feeling the way your body trembled with anticipation, he realized you were already too delirious with need for that. You were on the brink, your mind clouded with desire, and he knew that right now, you needed him to take control.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, his lips never left your skin, his hands still roaming over your body. 

“Taehyung,” you whispered, trying to catch his attention, but he was lost in the rhythm of his own thoughts, his lips now brushing along your collarbone.

His response was a low, distracted hum, his focus still on the way your skin tasted under his lips. 

You were growing impatient, your need for him intensifying with every passing second.

That was it. Your frustration peaked, and with a surge of determination, you pushed him off you, sending him back onto his ass. For a moment, he assumed you wanted to take control, to ride him into oblivion, and his cocky grin spread wider across his face as he prepared himself for your move. He leaned back, propping himself up on his hands, fully expecting you to climb onto him and take what you wanted.

But you had something entirely different in mind.

Without a word, you turned around, getting on all fours in front of him. You arched your back, pushing your ass out toward him, an invitation so blatant it made his breath hitch. The sight of you like that, so open, so ready, was enough to make his cock throb with need. His eyes darkened as he took in the view, the way your wetness glistened, the way your body trembled with anticipation.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice rough with lust. The cocky confidence in his demeanour only intensified as he moved closer, his hands sliding over your hips, gripping them possessively. “Look at you… so eager, so fucking desperate for it.”

He ran his hands over your ass, squeezing the flesh firmly, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to leave a mark. The way you pushed back against him, the way you presented yourself, made him lose the last shred of restraint he had.

Without waiting for your next move, he positioned himself behind you, the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance. He teased you with it, rubbing it against your slick folds, making you whimper with need.

Taehyung tried to line himself up behind you, eager to push into your warmth, but he noticed something that made him pause. You were a bit too low, and instead of sinking inside, the tip of his cock brushed frustratingly against your ass. 

Even though he was as eager for your puckered hole, he needed your cunt first.

A low chuckle escaped his lips, his voice dripping with playful mockery. “You’re too short, baby,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he pulled back slightly. “How am I supposed to fuck you properly like this?”

Before you could respond, he moved with swift determination, his strong hands grabbing your waist and lifting you up slightly. He shifted your position, effortlessly manhandling you as if you weighed nothing. “Hold still,” he murmured, his voice filled with both amusement and lust.

Taehyung reached for a couple of pillows, tossing them down in front of you. He quickly rolled up a blanket, adding it to the makeshift mound. With a gentle push, he urged you to lean forward, guiding you to rest your chest on the soft pile, elevating your hips just enough to give him the perfect angle.

“There we go,” he murmured, more to himself than to you, admiring the way your ass was now perfectly presented for him. The new position made you even more vulnerable, your back arched and your body slightly elevated, just as he wanted.

His hands slid back to your hips, gripping them possessively as he positioned himself behind you again. “Much better,” he purred, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Now, you’re right where I want you.”

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he leaned down over you, his chest pressing against your back as he brought his lips close to your ear. He kissed your cheek softly, a stark contrast to the roughness that had just transpired. His breath was warm against your skin as he whispered, “Are you comfy, baby?” 

You wrapped your hand back around his head, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, a soft moan escaping your lips.

He was all over you. His weight pressed you down to the mattress so sweetly as if your bones were craving his touch. His presence consumed and grounded you. You pulled him closer, fingers tightening in his hair, not wanting to lose even an inch of contact.

Taehyung’s breath was hot against your cheek, each exhale sending a shiver down your spine. His hands, firm and steady, moved over your waist, tracing the curve of your hips. You could feel the roughness of his fingertips, the deliberate way he touched you, as if memorizing your shape. There was no rush in his movements, only a deep, aching intensity.

You arched slightly, pressing back against him, seeking more of his warmth. He responded with a low hum, his lips brushing your ear, a soft and almost teasing touch. Every moment felt heavy, charged with a raw energy that made your heart pound in your chest.

The intimacy of his touch, combined with the warmth of his breath, made your heart race and your body ache with desire.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice trembling with a mixture of need and vulnerability. “Please…”

Taehyung’s lips curled into a satisfied smile against your skin. “Are you going to tell me if you feel uncomfy?”

Your back arched, a frustrated whimper escaping you as you managed a breathy, “God, yes!”

“Good.” he murmured, his voice both commanding and soothing.

He kissed down your shoulders, as far as his position allowed, each touch of his lips a mix of tenderness and hunger. The way his mouth moved over your skin was a stark contrast to the tension in the air, the gentle kisses only heightening the anticipation of what was to come.

You let out a deep, satisfied groan, your body responding instinctively to his touch. “Ugh, I should definitely make you give me a massage sometime,” you murmured, your voice filled with both admiration and a hint of playful demand.

Taehyung’s hands continued their rhythmic motion, a smile curling on his lips at your words. “Whenever you want, baby. I am at your service.” he replied.

When his touch moved closer to your hips, his breath grew heavier, and his teasing touches became more purposeful. His cock, which never came down, was hard and aching. He brushed against your entrance, the tip teasingly grazing your wet folds. Each slight contact sent waves of pleasure through you and him. Both of you needed a few moments before another touch.

He shifted slightly, positioning himself with practiced ease. The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, teasing you with its proximity. “How does my dick feel against you, baby?” he asked, his tone filled with a mix of arrogance and longing. 

“Beg for it,” he demanded, his voice dark with authority. “Beg for me to fuck you like you did last night.”

You moaned, your voice trembling with desperation as you pushed back against him, trying to impale yourself on his cock. “Please, Taehyung… I need you. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please, I’m begging you.”

The sound of your pleas sent a jolt of satisfaction through him. He thrust into you with one powerful motion, burying himself deep inside you, the force of it knocking the breath out of you. The sensation was overwhelming, the perfect blend of pleasure and pain, and you cried out his name, your voice filled with unrestrained ecstasy.

“Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice low and dripping with lust. “You are somehow infatuated with my dick, aren’t you, you filthy girl?”

Taehyung didn’t hold back after your desperate mewl. His hands gripped your hips tightly. The tight hold hid how his hands shook. Your ass fit snuggly as he pushed himself in very slowly.

His breath hitched as he began to push in, inch by inch, feeling the warmth of you envelop him. It was almost too much—the way you fit around him, so perfectly snug, as if made just for him.

Taehyung’s grip on your hips somewhat. He wanted to savour this moment. He needed to memorise every single crevice that he could touch. He needed to feel you with five sense he had. A low groan escaped his lips as he pushed in further, every slow movement making his heart pound harder. He could feel the tremble in his own thighs, shaking like noodles. 

His slow, deliberate thrusts made you feel every inch of him. He was big—almost too big—and you could feel every ridge and curve as he pushed in deeper, the fullness bordering on overwhelming. 

It didn’t hurt physically. You were plentily wet and seriously gaping for him. It was the teasing that drove you into frustration. It was the way he moved, controlled and precise, making sure you remembered he was the one in charge.

“God, you’re so tight,” Taehyung murmured, his voice thick with arousal. His breath was throaty, and you could hear the strain in his voice as he struggled to maintain control. “Can you feel how deep I am, baby? How I’m filling you up completely?”

You nodded, unable to form words, your body reacting instinctively as you pushed back against him, trying to take him even deeper. The pressure was intense, almost too much, but it was exactly what you craved. 

He tsked when you tried to force, “Nah, baby. We can’t have you split open.” He looked at where you meet.

The sight before him was intense. He saw the way his cock stretched you, the flush of your skin blending with the dark red of his own. Your petals, slick with your arousal, parted around him, struggling to accommodate his girth. The delicate, glistening folds framed him perfectly. He could see the faint shimmer of your essence as it mixed with the base of his cock, creating a sensual, wet contrast that drove him wild.

He groaned, the sound low and guttural, vibrating through your back where his chest pressed against you. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me,” he said, his voice a mixture of awe and desperation. “It’s like you’re made for my cock. You’re taking me so well, baby.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the rawness of them only amplifying the sensations coursing through you. Taehyung’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you in place, his thrusts becoming more deliberate even though he was not fully in. 

You could feel the distance between his crotch and your ass. He was definitely not letting you take all of him. The size of him was concerning. He did take his time to get you ready, which was totally hot of him. Whenever he pushed further than before, it made you feel as if you were about to come apart at the seams.

You gasped, your breath hitching as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours. “You’re so big,” you managed to whisper, your voice trembling with a mixture of awe and pleasure. “I can feel you everywhere.”

Taehyung chuckled softly, the sound dark and filled with satisfaction. “Is that so, baby?” he whispered softly, his voice sending a thrill through your body. He pulled his dick out to see your gaping hole. You were right. He was stretching you out. With a sudden forceful thrust, he pushed himself in. “I want you to feel every inch of me.”

“Taehyung!” you cried out, your voice high and desperate, your hands flew to grab his but failed. 

Taehyung didn’t answer to your loud ass scream other than soothing rubs. 

Again, he pulled back slightly, just enough to relieve you with the emptiness before thrusting back in, filling you completely once more. The stretch was almost too much but so sweet.

You seemed to better accommodate his length now. Your muscles clenched around him, trying to wrap around his size.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you moaned, your voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. “You are really something else.”

“Shh,” he hushed you. “This was what you were begging for.”

His words were like a drug. Each thrust was deliberate, slow, and intense, his cock dragging against your walls, making you hyper-aware of every inch of him. You could feel your own wetness coating him, making the glide easier, but no less overwhelming.

“How much left?” You pulled yourself up on your hands, managing to turn your head slightly to glance back at Taehyung.

Taehyung’s eyes were locked on where you met, his gaze dark with lust as he watched himself move inside you. He winked when you made eye contact.

His muscles were tensed, each movement of his body revealing the defined contours of his chest and shoulders. He looked like he was in the middle of a workout with the way his arms flexed as he gripped your hips, the way his torso moved with each thrust.

Taehyung’s breath was ragged, each exhale matching the rhythm of his movements, and you could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles strained as he held back, maintaining that agonizingly slow pace. “Not much baby. You’re doing good. You are perfect,” he muttered, almost to himself, his voice rough with need. “So fucking perfect.”

Your body responded to his praise, tightening around him, drawing him in even deeper. The fullness was almost too much, and yet you craved more, wanted to be stretched to your limit. The sensation of him filling you so completely made you feel like you were on the edge of something profound, and you knew that with just a little more, you would tip over that edge into pure bliss.

There were no slapping sounds still as Taehyung continued to hold back. To match up to his movements, you started to push your ass. He smiled, stilled his thrust. He decided to let you pick your pace to ease any pain he might cause.

You groaned annoyingly when he came into a full stop, and you quickened your pace. The bedding under you shook as you tried your best to fuck yourself on his cock. 

“Oh, baby…” Taehyung’s voice was low and filled with an edge of approval.

“You’re so eager,” he murmured, his voice a mix of admiration and satisfaction. “Look at that ass.” He couldn’t help but give your ass a slap, watching it bounce .

“You’re fucking me so good, baby,” he murmured, the words slipping out in a tone that was almost submissive, but you knew better. He was playing a game, one you both loved.

He let out a soft whine, his hips rolling into you just enough to make you crave more. “You’re in control,” he said, his voice trembling with feigned vulnerability. “Make me yours, fuck me how you want…”

His words were like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a fire deep within you. The power he was giving you, or rather pretending to give you, made your blood sing with excitement. You pushed back against him, trying to force him deeper, needing to feel every inch of him inside you. But he could see how you were struggling and striving to meet his every thrust now that his strong hold didn’t ground you still. The soft mattress made you shaky.

You pushed back against him with all the strength you could muster, trying to find a rhythm, but the soft mattress made it difficult. Your movements were unsteady, your body shaky as you struggled to keep up with the game Taehyung was playing. His cock was deep inside you, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more, craved the intensity that only he could give you.

A small, frustrated whimper escaped your lips, and Taehyung’s soft laugh filled the space between you. He could see how hard you were trying, how desperately you wanted to take control, but he wasn’t going to let you have it. Not really.

“Is that the best you can do?” he teased, his voice dripping with playful mockery. “Come on, baby, show me how much you want it.”

You tried again, pushing back harder, trying to meet his thrusts with your own, but he just watched you with that smug smile on his face. The effort it took was exhausting, your muscles straining as you attempted to match his pace, but every time you thought you had it, he’d pull back, just enough to throw you off balance.

“Is it difficult, baby?” He asked mockingly.

Finally, with a low, satisfied hum, Taehyung shifted. His hands gripped your hips again, this time with a firmness that sent a shiver down your spine. His fingers dug into your flesh, grounding you, holding you in place.

Taehyung’s grip tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he anchored you against him. The sudden, commanding hold sent a shockwave of anticipation through your body. You could feel the heat of his breath on the back of your neck, each exhale a reminder of how close he was, how deep he was inside you. The softness of the mattress underneath you only heightened the sensation of his firm touch, the contrast making every movement feel more intense.

He leaned in, his chest pressing against your back as his hand slowly slid up your spine, fingers tracing each vertebra with a deliberate slowness. The touch was almost reverent, a stark contrast to the roughness of his hold on your hips. You felt the way your body responded to him, how your skin tingled under his touch, every nerve ending alive with the need for more. 

“You feel so fucking good,” Taehyung murmured, his voice low and filled with a raw edge that sent a shiver through you. “I can feel you tightening around me, baby. You want to cum, don’t you?”

You nodded, unable to form words, your breath hitching as he pulled back slightly, only to thrust into you with a controlled, powerful motion. The force of it made you gasp, your fingers clutching at the sheets as you tried to ground yourself. But there was no escaping the sensation of him filling you so completely, the pressure almost overwhelming.

Taehyung’s hand reached up to your hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. With a firm but careful tug, he pulled your head back, arching your spine in a way that made you feel exposed, vulnerable, and yet completely connected to him. The sensation of your back arching under his control sent a wave of pleasure through you, the pull on your hair only heightening the intensity.

“Look at you, baby,” he whispered against your ear, his voice dark and dripping with satisfaction. “You’re mine. Every inch of you, mine to fuck, mine to make cum.”

His words sent a shudder through you, the rawness of his tone matching the way your body trembled under his control. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat syncing with the rhythm of his thrusts as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. The fullness of him inside you, the way his body moved against yours, the rough pull of your hair—it all combined to create a sensation so intense, so overwhelming, that you felt like you were about to unravel.

“Cum for me,” Taehyung commanded, his voice deep and authoritative, leaving no room for hesitation. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”

The command sent you spiralling, the tight coil of pleasure in your core snapping as you tumbled over the edge. “Baby…” You whimpered as your body convulsed around him, your walls tightening, gripping him as you came with a force that took your breath away. A cry escaped your lips, your entire body shuddering in his hold as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.

Taehyung let out a deep, primal groan, the sound vibrating through his chest as he felt you clench around him. The way your body tightened, trembling, and squeezing him, drove him over the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he pulled your hair tighter, holding you in place as he came hard, filling you to the brim with every drop. His body shuddered as he emptied himself inside you.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the only sounds in the room being the heavy breaths you both shared, the lingering echoes of your release hanging in the air. Slowly, his grip on your hair loosened, his hand trailing down your back as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your shoulder, a soft contrast to the intensity of what had just transpired. Then, slowly, Taehyung pulled out of you, collapsing onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He reached out, pulling you into his arms, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. “You’re fucking amazing.”

You were still trembling slightly, the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through your body as you lay there, wrapped in Taehyung’s arms. His warmth surrounded you, the strong beat of his heart steady against your back, grounding you in the moment. The room was quiet, save for the sound of your breathing slowly calming in sync, the earlier intensity now replaced by a peaceful stillness.

Taehyung’s hand moved up to your face, his fingers brushing a few stray strands of hair away from your forehead. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the firm, commanding hold he’d had on you just moments ago. He pressed another kiss to your temple, his lips lingering as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to pull away.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice still a little rough from the exertion. There was a tenderness in his tone now, a softness that made your heart swell.

You turned in his arms to face him, your eyes meeting his. The intensity in his gaze had softened, replaced by something more intimate, more vulnerable. You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’m more than okay.”

His lips curved into a lazy smile, one that made your chest tighten with affection. “Good,” he murmured, his hand trailing down your arm, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. “Because you just took everything I had to give.”

You chuckled softly, the sound easing the last of the tension that had been coiled in your muscles. “I could say the same to you,” you teased, your fingers brushing over his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch.

He let out a contented hum, pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you with a protective hold. “I love you,” he whispered, the words slipping out so naturally, so effortlessly, that it took a moment for them to fully register.

You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat. His eyes were soft, filled with an emotion so deep and genuine that it made your breath catch. There was no hesitation in his gaze, no doubt—just the pure, unfiltered truth of how he felt.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your voice steady despite the emotions swirling within you. The words felt right, as if they’d been waiting to be spoken, to be shared in this quiet, intimate moment.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss, one that spoke of everything you’d just shared and everything you would continue to share. It wasn’t the enthusiastic, desperate kiss from before, but something deeper, more profound—a kiss that sealed a promise, a bond that had only grown stronger.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes half-closed as he basked in the afterglow of the moment. “What do you wanna have for breakfast?” he said softly, his breath warm against your lips.

You smiled up at him, still catching your breath, your heart slowly returning to its normal rhythm. “How about I take you to my favourite brunch place? It’s on me,” you offered, your voice soft and content. The thought of sharing a lazy morning together, enjoying good food and each other’s company, made your chest feel warm.

Taehyung’s eyes sparkled with interest, a grin spreading across his face. “That sounds perfect,” he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. 

“But first… maybe we should catch a little more sleep,” you added with a yawn, feeling the pull of exhaustion from the intensity of the night.

Without another word, he pulled you closer, your bodies fitting together comfortably on the soft mattress. His arm wrapped around you, drawing you into his warmth as your eyes fluttered shut. Within moments, you felt yourself drifting off, your head nestled against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

And as you both fell asleep, the promise of a cozy morning and a delicious brunch hung in the air, waiting for you when you woke up.

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Epic (Taehyung x OC)

Summary: You ponder the wisdom of giving your ex-boyfriend a second chance.

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Genre: Smut, angst

Word count: 8.7 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, making out, unprotected sex

A/N: Set two weeks after Trials and Temptation. Recommended to re-read Weekend Story before reading this.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @dreaming-with-happiness @faearchives @margopinkerton @purpleseoul7 @kflixnet (drop a message if you want to be added)

Listen to: “shinunoga e-wa” by fujii kaze

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It’s a lot colder than it should be this time of the year.

Clutching the mug close to her chest and trying to inhale the steam from it, Dilara shivers slightly in the open air of her balcony. Suzuka was colder - or maybe it felt that way because of the rain. Drenched to the bone, her skin feeling like ice, she recalls the faces in the crowd, many of which she was sure she was seeing for the last time.

A cold gust of wind blows and she shivers again. London is much colder than it should be. Or maybe it just feels that way.

It hasn’t rained yet today, fortunately; if she’s lucky, the sun might show its sorry face for a few minutes tomorrow afternoon. Dilara rubs her eyes tiredly and takes a sip of the hot coffee, letting it coat her throat. The jetlag has been creating havoc with her system, but despite that, she hasn’t been able to sleep since she returned last night, for obvious reasons. 

For the first time in months, she feels relaxed. Not physically, not even mentally - but her heart feels lighter, steadier than it has in ages, a sign of having done what’s right for her. There’s a word for this feeling, but it escapes her for the moment.

Dilara closes her eyes in the face of the chilly breeze. If she closes them tight enough, she can almost feel his arms come around her shoulders.

—

Suzuka, Japan (Two days earlier)

The candles crackle and the tiny flames morph into sparks. The cake glows for a moment before she blows them out to a cheer from the whole team.

“Happy birthday, Dilara!” 

“Happy birthday, Komyshan! Special weekend for it!”

“Love you, Dilara!”

The wishes from the team and the crowd of fans behind them are chaotic but sweet; extremely aware of the cameras, Dilara makes sure to wave and thank each person. She can’t eat the cake and she knows the team will understand; she gingerly picks a small piece of candy and bites the corner, hoping it will suffice.

It won’t last long, she knows. Another year older means only that: a year older, and a year closer to retirement. By the time pre-Qualifying formalities begin, no one will remember or care that it’s her birthday; it will be just her car and her Qualifying position that will matter.

Dilara prefers it that way. Her friends aren’t here and neither are her parents, and while Daniel Ricciardo had been sweet enough to have a cake with an unflattering picture of her own face on it sent to her garage while he cackled for the cameras at the McLaren garage, she would rather focus on nothing but racing this weekend.

Racing and the other thing, she thinks wryly as the cameras move away. From across the garage, she spots another spot interview taking place: a Japanese journalist, three members of a boyband and a group of fans in a circle around them with their phones out.

As if on cue, Taehyung catches her eye from over the journalist’s head. She doesn’t look away; it’s the closest they’ve come to finding a moment alone all weekend. For once, it’s not been on purpose.

At a quarter past midnight, a knock on her door revealed Jimin, brandishing a pink cardboard box and singing Happy birthday at the top of his voice, sounding angelic as ever. From behind him, Jungkook and Hoseok also appeared and they all barged into her suite, with Taehyung bringing up the rear. He was singing, too, albeit less dramatically, and looking thoroughly amused at his friends more than anything. He’d met her gaze and shrugged, as though telling her to just enjoy it

“Cupcakes!” Jimin revealed with a flourish and a sparkling smile. “Just like last time in Suzuka.”

Dilara didn’t know immediately why her heart skipped a painful beat. Maybe it was how casually he’d referred to last time in Suzuka, the weekend everything had begun once and for all; two years ago, this city, this circuit, this hotel, and all the memories that accompanied it. She saw Taehyung from the corner of her eye as well, gaze falling and biting his lip.

They didn’t stay for long; Dilara hoped to get a moment alone with Taehyung - for what, she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t hurt; it just felt as though the significance of Suzuka - Suzuka - was something only he understood. Unfortunately, Max, Charles and Daniel arrived at her suite then and the moment was gone. The members had hugged her one by one and left, Taehyung’s lingering for a moment longer.

Across the garage, dressed in a Louis Vuitton jacket and dark brown slacks, his hair long and elegantly falling on his forehead, he looks just as handsome as he had two years ago. 

It occurs to her with a jolt that this was exactly where they’d met for the first time. It had been a handful of members only then, too; she’d noticed the tall one with the cheekbones who had a gaze that pierced her. They hadn’t exchanged a single word, but it had been instantly electric.

The sky is overcast by the time Qualifying begins; thankfully, it doesn’t rain. It’s cold and windy but the adrenaline is in her veins, spurring her on in one of the most difficult tracks on the calendar. Two cars crash out and Max gets a penalty for an unsafe release from the pit lane, leaving Dilara to zoom ahead and cross the finish line with the best lap she’s ever driven. 

“How was that?” she asks into the radio immediately, braking slightly. The lights on her dashboard indicate that she’s stayed within track limits and the crash hasn’t resulted in a yellow flag, meaning her lap time wouldn’t have been deleted which would mean…

“That’s pole position, Dilara!”

“Yes! Yes!” Her own screams are mirrored by the team’s in the background, with Christian coming up on the radio.

“Congratulations, birthday girl,” he says in his trademark dry voice, but even she can detect the rare happiness in it. “Fabulous drive. Front row lock out.”

Even the fact that Max’s penalty still only brought him down to P2 doesn’t bother her; P1 in Suzuka, both Red Bulls at the front of the grid for the race tomorrow is better than she could’ve hoped. She parks and climbs out of the car, taking off her helmet and feeling the cool wind hit her instantly. The interviews have begun; P3 first, then P2 and then pole.

While she waits, hugging her team members as she passes, she does a double take when she spots her ex at the far end of the garage. Taehyung is beaming at her; this smile is one she hasn’t seen in a long time and she can’t help but return it. He can’t approach her with these many cameras around but it only makes her more determined to seek him out later today.

The official end to the Red Bull and BTS partnership is celebrated by a typical dinner at the hotel, a small, casual affair that Dilara knows will end early - or that she and Max, at least, can leave early. There are a few pictures, some multi-lingual toasts, but primarily an excuse for both parties to squeeze out one last night of PR.

“Why do you look so worried?” Jungkook sidles up to her without warning, two glasses of whiskey in his hand. “Do you need a drink?”

Dilara jumps slightly, standing up straighter from where she’s leaning against the French doors. “I’m not worried,” she says automatically.

“Your face looks worried.”

“That’s just my face. And I can’t drink; I have to race tomorrow.”

“Oh.” Jungkook stares at both glasses. “I’ll have to finish these myself, I guess.”

She frowns. “Since when do you drink whiskey?”

“I - Namjoon hyung said this is a good brand,” he answers earnestly. “He really likes it so I thought I’d - I’d try one. And if I hate it, I don't want to be the only one hating it,” he adds after a moment, pursing his lips self-consciously.

Dilara looks over at Namjoon a little way away standing with a couple of suits, Yoongi and Taehyung. Confirming Jungkook’s insight, he’s holding a glass of whiskey, looking appropriately enthusiastic with the stakeholders he’s talking to. 

Once again, as if on cue, Taehyung catches her eye and flashes her a small, private smile from across the garden. With one hand in the pocket of his slacks and the other holding an identical glass of whiskey, he looks taller and more adult than she can remember him in a long time.

She doesn’t realise she’s smiling back until Jungkook nudges her.

“Hey, Dilara, are you listening?” He clicks his tongue. “What do I do with the second whiskey?”

“Oh. Um -” She shakes her head, having lost track of what they were talking about. “Right. The whiskey. Maybe Jimin will like it,” she suggests, as the aforementioned member saunters up to them, blond hair glowing in the dim lighting outside.

“Jimin?” Jungkook wrinkles his nose and turns to him. “What about Jimin says he might like whiskey?”

“Okay, wow.” Jimin snatches one of the glasses and sniffs at it, automatically gagging. “I mean, it’s… strong. But I like whiskey,” he insists.

“No, you don’t…”

Dilara recognises this as her cue to exit this conversation and subtly begins walking up to where Taehyung’s conversation has just ended. She takes a few steps and immediately turns around, her heart hammering against her ribcage. 

“You know what,” she interrupts their bickering and takes the glass from Jimin. “Maybe I will take this.”

She takes a small sip and winces, but turns back around, hoping some liquid courage will do the trick. Most unfortunately, she’s accosted by a member of BTS’s team who tells her what a pleasure it was working with her.

“Oh! Of course, I - thank you, so much,” she stutters, taken a bit off guard.

“And congratulations on your race today,” she gushes.

“Qualifying, but - thank you so -”

“And happy birthday!”

Dilara continues to nod vigorously and pour out thank you after thank you, noticing from over her shoulder how Taehyung continues to maintain eye contact, looking amused. It’s unfair how handsome he looks; the long black hair, the simple black and white outfit - he looks like a dream, and Dilara finds herself wondering more and more if she shouldn’t just… leave things the way they are. A tentative, more or less amicable ending to this weekend might just be preferable to whatever is sure to ensue if they actually end up talking to each other.

But it’s Suzuka and the part of her that treasures the memories of that weekend more than anything won’t settle for such a half-hearted ending.

It seems impossible to navigate a moment alone with him, though, so Dilara eventually gives up, thinking it’ll happen when it has to. Towards the end of the night, when she’s sitting on one of the steps of the garden and looking out near the clearing where they had spent this exact night two years ago, Taehyung joins her.

“Hey,” he says, taking a seat next to her. It’s close enough that his cologne - Christian Dior Sauvage, she remembers with a jolt in her heart - wafts over, feeling like an invisible arm he’s put around her. “Happy birthday.”

Dilara clinks her glass with his empty one. “Thanks.”

“I didn’t know if I should get you anything.”

“That’s okay,” she says, realising only now that she’s glad he didn’t. “I’m not a huge fan of birthdays anyway.”

“Also, I’m not sure what I could get you that’s better than pole position.” Taehyung leans back on his hands, his jacket falling open just slightly, and nods appreciatively. “Congratulations. You were amazing.”

She feels her cheeks heat up as she smiles back. “Thanks. As you can see, I’ve been celebrating with the same glass of whiskey for, like, an hour and a half now.” She holds it up, the golden liquid swirling around at the bottom of the glass. 

“Well, that’s perfect,” he says seriously, “because the bar just closed.”

“Help yourself.”

He grins and takes the glass from her, finishing the drink in one smooth swig and placing it on his other side. “How have you been?”

Insane with worry at what’s going to happen. Dilara shrugs. “Okay. Suzuka is always stressful. Hey, tell me something,” she says quickly, looking deliberately at the ground. “Why are those guys staring at us like we’re about to explode?”

Taehyung glances over before turning back. “Want me to get rid of them?”

She bites her lip. “Irrespective of what our issues are,” she says softly, teasingly, “I’m not sure you can take Jungkook.”

He frowns, a little affronted. “I know other ways to get rid of Jungkook.”

She chuckles, watching Jungkook’s eyes widen when he realises he’s been caught staring. “That’s okay.” Getting rid of them won’t quite give her what she wants, not in Suzuka.

“Do you want to go for a drive?”

—

They slip out without any fuss; the dinner is winding up in any case and Max has already left. Without any need for discussion, they head exactly where they had the last time to rent a hotel car for a few hours.

Taehyung flashes the hotel employee a heart-stopping grin and effortlessly catches the key when he tosses it to him. He says something in Japanese and is about to open the driver’s door when Dilara slides in front of him and swipes the key out of his hand.

“You’ve been drinking,” she reminds him, brushing against him as she turns around and ducks into the car, waiting for him to climb in from the other side.

“I almost forgot,” he admits in a low voice, strapping himself in. “Uh-oh,” he mutters, looking at something and raising his eyebrows, “we’ve been spotted.”

Dilara leans over to look in the same direction to see Jimin whispering something to Hoseok before both of them burst into laughter.

“Damn it,” she mutters. “Our position has been compromised.”

“We need to get out of here.” Taehyung fixes her with a look and nods once. His features are angular as ever, his long hair obscuring his forehead. “Before they catch up to us.”

“Roger that.” Dilara moves the gear shift sharply and reverses out of the parking lot. “Keep a lookout, will you?”

He turns around as she drives out, head low and eyes narrowed. “They’re on our tail. Can you pick up the speed?”

“Can I ever,” she mutters, accelerating and smoothly speeding down the exit route and reaching the gate of the hotel. “Okay,” she says, as the guards move to slowly open the gates, “this isn’t helping.”

“Of course.” Taehyung nods. “They’re working for them.”

“Stalling us. It’s genius.”

“The gates are open. Go!” he exclaims suddenly. “We have to lose them!”

Dilara bites her lip, trying not to break character, and swerves out of the hotel, driving faster than she normally would. But Suzuka is a small city and the streets are empty so late at night; fuelled by Taehyung’s constant low chatter, partly in English and Korean, she races out of the block until they hit the highway.

“This car is lower on fuel than I thought,” she notes after a while. “We should stop soon. It’s late and I don’t think we want to stop at a petrol station…?”

“No, we don’t. I don’t think it’s the kind of PR our teams are looking for.”

Dilara chuckles and pulls over, a little way away from a small row of pubs, a couple of food stalls and what is ultimately a petrol station.

“Just for an emergency,” she says when he gives her a questioning look as they get out of the car. “I don’t think we can get Namjoon to rescue us this time.”

Taehyung laughs. “Probably not.” He runs his hands through his hair and tilts his face towards the breeze. “I think it’s going to rain. Smells like rain.”

“With my luck, it’ll probably rain right during the race,” she grumbles before shaking her head. “Nope. No psyching yourself out, Dilara.”

He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment on it. “Are you hungry? They’re selling Yakisoba over there,” he says, pointing to the food stalls.

“Um…” Dilara’s stomach rumbles a little. “I can’t,” she answers in disappointment. “Race day tomorrow. But if you get some, I’ll have a bite,” she offers with a radiant smile, giggling when he gently flicks her forehead and goes over to the stall.

He returns in a few minutes with a bowl of noodles and a tiny box of desserts, already inhaling the former and frowning deeply.

“Too spicy,” he gasps, immediately dropping the bowl in her hands and fanning his mouth. He doubles over and wheezes dramatically until Dilara nudges him.

“Seriously? So dramatic, Tae. Here, have one of these.” She pulls him to the side and sits on the sidewalk, tugging him down beside her. Placing the noodles on the ground, she opens the other box. “It should help.”

Taehyung takes a bite from her hand and chews it slowly, eyes fluttering shut as though he’s just consumed a drug. “Almost died,” he coughs, reaching for the noodles again. “Sure you don’t want a bite?”

“Are you sure you do?”

“I didn’t eat a lot at the hotel.”

“Fine, just -” She offers him the rest of the cake-type chocolate-filled thing so he can take another bite. “Eat them together.”

“Apart from the death spice, it’s pretty good,” he says through a mouthful of noodles.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“One bite? Just a mushroom?”

“Oh, go on, then…”

He picks up a dainty little mushroom with his chopsticks and feeds it to her, simultaneously taking the last bite of the dessert. They share the meal like this until they’ve polished everything off, except for the last few pieces of the sweets. They aren’t very sugary and Dilara finds she doesn’t mind them very much.

“So,” she begins after a while, dusting off her hands, “what do you guys have for after this weekend? Once the PR thing is over?”

Taehyung’s eyes flicker for a moment. “Nothing much. We have a week off, thankfully.”

“Any plans?”

“Nope.” He pops a whole sweet into his mouth. “You?”

“Me, too.” She stretches and leans back on her hands. “A whole weekend off before Brazil. God, I can’t wait to do absolutely nothing all day.” She sighs happily when she remembers something. “Except Lexie is going to be back this week. She’s going to kill me at the gym,” she groans, falling back on the sidewalk with her hands on her face.

“And I’m the dramatic one? I thought you were looking forward to having her back,” he remarks, casually pulling her arm to help her back up.

“Of course I am,” she says, rolling her eyes. “She was supposed to be back this week but she has some stuff with her mom to sort out and…” She sighs hugely. “I don’t want to get in the way of that.”

“Makes sense,” he says, nodding and examining another sweet. “It can’t be easy to go through all that with the hospital and the insurance company. Plus with her dad back, it must be even harder to figure it out with divorced parents and all.” He looks up at her incredulous expression. “What?”

“How do you know any of those things?”

Taehyung is silent for a moment before shrugging. “You talk to my friends,” is all he says.

None of this makes any sense to Dilara. “You’re talking to Lexie?”

“Oh, no. No, no.” He shakes his head and chuckles disbelievingly. “Lexie hates me. I think.” He shrugs uncomfortably. “I’m a little terrified to ever talk to her again. No, I was talking to Chris.”

“Chris?” The last memory of Taehyung and Chris floats through her mind, of both of them at each other’s throats, ready to whip out their dicks. “What - how? Wait, why? Don’t you two hate each other?”

He gives her an unimpressed look. “No. Not everything’s about you, Lara.” He grins when she slaps his shoulder. “We have other things in common. For example, he’s also very confused about what to do for his girl’s birthday.”

She ignores the belated beat her heart skips. “Really? Lexie’s birthday isn’t for another month - you’re telling me Chris is already thinking about it? You’re telling me Chris actually remembers her birthday?” Dilara scoffs. “He wished me an hour ago, and only because he saw Red Bull’s post on Instagram.”

“Yeah, but he has feelings for Lexie,” he says nonchalantly. “He won’t admit it but it’s, like… quite obvious. I told him to give her space and let her come to him.”

“You and space,” she mutters, rolling her eyes. “I can’t believe you and Chris are talking about guy stuff. And I can’t believe you’re giving him advice,” she adds, jabbing him in the shoulder.

“He’s the one taking it.”

“Fair enough.” 

Dilara observes him for a moment, admiring how effortlessly his hair falls. Her own is a mass of thick, random waves; the weather in Suzuka this time of year makes it pointless for her to style her hair. Without thinking, she brushes his bangs out of his eyes. “Will you come to the race tomorrow?”

“If you want.”

“Okay, stop that.” 

“Stop what?”

“That,” she repeats. “Tell me what you want to do. Stop telling me what you think I want to hear.” She looks at her shoes, noting how his gaze is still trained on her. “Not here. Not tonight,” she murmurs, swallowing. “Tonight, just… just be you.”

Taehyung is silent for a moment and Dilara wonders if she’s ruined the mood, the rare, relaxed mood between them. She’s put it out there as explicitly as she could without saying it in exactly those words, how the clock is winding down and their future is hazy at best.

“I want to come,” he says, nodding. “I’ll be there.”

She nods back and he gives her a small smile. It feels marginally colder now; Dilara eyes Taehyung’s designer jacket, wishing she’d had the foresight to wear two layers. But then again, none of this was planned.

“Will you be okay?” she asks in a small voice, but she looks up at him. She needs to look at him for this. “If we don’t…”

It’s clear from how Taehyung stiffens that he needs no further elaboration. He swallows and exhales, a little shakily. 

“Uh… probably not. For a while. But I’ll get there,” he adds, making an attempt at a reassuring smile that seems more sad than anything. “I know it’s probably… I mean, I know I -” He breaks off and bites his lip, looking away. “It won’t be… a total surprise,” he finishes.

So he’s made his peace with it. Dilara waits for the anger she’d felt two weeks ago in Singapore, the absolute devastation and fear at the thought of Taehyung not finding this worth fighting for anymore. It doesn’t come, though; it’s only a hard, bittersweet relief that maybe, just maybe they’ll both be okay eventually.

She tries to picture what that would be like. No talking, no texting. Seeing only glimpses of him on YouTube and Instagram in his public persona because anything more would be too painful. Thinking about each other less frequently, swiping through their photos on the occasional trip down memory lane. 

She feels her jaw clench and her vision blur slightly. Never feeling each other again. One day, dating someone else. Falling in love, getting married. Seeing only another face for the rest of their lives.

It feels like a fever dream, like an intrusive thought that’s too absurd to be real. Is this why she’d suggested a drive away from the hotel? Was it for a few moments alone or was it to help her make the decision she’s been struggling with for weeks now?

“Let’s go get some lemonade.”

Taehyung’s voice brings her out of her depressing train of thought. Her heart still feels heavy; lemonade is quite literally the last thing she wants right now.

“Tae,” she starts to say, shaking her head, but he waves her off.

“Come,” he says, sounding a lot better than she feels. “Before it closes.” He makes a motion with his hand and abruptly stops, as though deciding against it. The next moment, however, he grabs her hand and pulls her up, interlinking his fingers with hers and starting to walk.

“Wow, really?”

“You wanted me to be me, right?”

To that, Dilara has nothing to say. After a moment’s hesitation, she squeezes his hand back.

—

It’s not lemonade. It’s light and sweet, but not overly so. Taehyung seems to like it more than she does, but Dilara drinks hers anyway. She’s still not sure what it is; the menu was written in all Japanese so her only option was to pick the most visually appealing one.

As she sips her pale pink drink, she leans backwards against the hood of the car and watches Taehyung take a picture of the sky, his dark coloured drink in the other hand.

“You can’t see anything in such a dark sky,” she informs him. 

“This is the best time to try and see something in the sky,” he argues, still looking up. “There are no lights anywhere else and we’re far away from any buildings.”

“I meant because of the pollution,” she reasons, but then gives up. It’s true that the place is dark now; all the food stalls and restaurants have closed and even the pubs at the end of the road are dimmer than they were sometime ago. The breeze is stronger and has the distinct scent of impending rain.

A ball of stress is starting to rise in the pit of her stomach. It makes her nauseous and she places her glass on the ground, trying to push the feeling down and focus on tonight.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” The answer is automatic; she doesn’t even look up.

The next time Taehyung speaks, it’s from much closer. “You look worried.” He touches her arm. “Is it the race?”

Among other things. “It’s going to rain,” she mutters. “Suzuka in the rain is…” Dilara sighs and presses the balls of her palms to her forehead. “… risky. And I can’t really afford any more bad races this year.”

“You’ve been in the top three in most of your races, haven’t you?” His confusion is evident in his words.

“Yes, but…” She closes her eyes, not sure how to explain that her worry transcends isolated races. “I’m a year older now. That means I’m one year closer to becoming a liability, in case I get married or start wanting to have babies or something.”

“Babies? You’re twenty-four.” 

“I got my first question on my plans to start a family when I was twenty-one, when I was still in F2.” She shakes her head. “Whether I intend to or not, I’m giving teams one more reason not to sign me. No one wants a driver that can suddenly go on maternity leave and leave them in the lurch.”

Taehyung scoffs, but it doesn’t sound directed at her. “You’re not serious.” 

“Ridiculous but true.” She sighs heavily and shakes her hair out of her face. “God, I hate birthdays,” she repeats.

He’s silent for a few seconds. Dilara can tell he’s still processing this, for she’s sure it’s not something he or any of the men she interacts with would have considered.

“Okay,” he says finally, taking a step closer to her and nudging her gently to look at him, which she grudgingly does. “Birthdays suck. Fortunately, you only have about two minutes left of your birthday,” he points out, showing her his phone screen.

“Wait, it’s almost midnight?” Dilara’s eyes widen. “We’ve been out here that long?”

“Wasn’t that bad, right?” he asks seriously. “Anyway, I know you can’t change being a year old but at least it won’t be your birthday tomorrow,” he reasons.

“Small victories. Only lasts twenty-four hours.”

“Yeah. And it’s almost over - so make the last minute a good one.” He tucks the phone back into his pocket. “Something that makes you happy.”

Taehyung’s face is smooth and impassive as ever, but Dilara knows him well enough to read between the lines. Her face relaxes and she gives him a knowing look, narrowing her eyes playfully. He shrugs innocently when she tugs him closer by the jacket and reaches up to kiss him. 

It’s only when she actually does it that she realises how much she’d been looking forward to this all day. One moment of pure honesty, their guards down and swept away. 

Taehyung responds immediately, arms going around her and pulling her closer. His long hair tickles her forehead, his mouth so soft and warm against hers. Dilara runs her fingers through his hair; it’s just as thick and soft as she’d been imagining for weeks now and she leans further into him, already afraid of the moment they’ll have to separate.

It comes soon enough, though; both of them pull away to catch their breath but don’t move. Taehyung presses his forehead to hers, their lips barely an inch apart. Christian Dior Sauvage, she thinks desperately, inhaling it, her fingers curling tightly around the lapels of his jacket.

“In case I don’t get a chance to say it,” he murmurs, voice trembling slightly, “Lara, I -“

“I know,” she interrupts, nodding. “Me, too.”

He swallows. “Damn it,” he whispers, closing his eyes. “We could’ve been epic.”

Her heart breaks at that but no words come to mind. She presses a kiss to his cheekbone, holding his face to hers until she can’t anymore and shifts slightly to hug him. He may need it more than her right now; his vulnerability is too hard to watch and this way, he gets to at least hide his face, exhaling shakily into her neck.

The first raindrop falls on the hood of the car with a sound, making it their cue to separate. Taehyung steps back, his hands falling from her waist with a seemingly huge effort. The next few drops fall in quick succession.

“Let’s go inside,” he says hoarsely, before clearing his throat. 

“Tae, I don’t -“

“You can’t fall sick before tomorrow.” He gently steers her towards the drivers’ side and waits until she opens the door before walking over to the other side.

The interior of the car is warmer; Dilara is immediately glad he suggested coming inside. She turns on the light, dim and barely illuminating anything. Looking over at Taehyung, she immediately takes it back: his skin looks like honey, the tiny light and the rain outside throwing shadows across his handsome face.

“Maybe I’ll see you on tour next year,” she suggests after a moment, in a small voice. “If we’re in the same city.”

He nods absently, his gaze fixed on the glove compartment. “Maybe.”

She tries again. “And, uh… don’t forget to send me a selfie with the Grammy.”

He chuckles hollowly. “I don’t think we’ll win.”

“Doesn’t have to be your Grammy.”

Taehyung finally looks at her. “Will you drive carefully? Because I can’t - I don’t want to go online one day and see that you -“ 

He’s struggling with his words again, the language eluding him. His emotions are getting the better of him and Dilara reaches over and slips her hand into his.

“I’ll be careful.”

“I’ll send you that selfie.”

The thunder rumbles outside and a flash of lightning marks the end of the conversation, both of them reaching towards each other again. This time the kiss is stronger, more fervent, their entire bodies playing a role in it.

Dilara breaks away and kicks off her shoes before climbing over the gear shift, while Taehyung hitches the control under his seat so it slides backwards. She straddles him and they pick up where they left off.

There are no words exchanged; Taehyung’s mouth, his taste is the only thing that matters, the feel of his hands moving down her body with authority, squeezing her arse and pulling her closer to him so she can feel his bulge through the layers. She sighs into his mouth, pushing off the jacket and tugging at the bottom of his shirt, desperate to feel him.

Her full-sleeved top is off, too, her long hair falling in a mass down her shoulders. She can feel his arms around her, her breasts pressed against his chest, his warm skin feeling like fire on hers. Her curls crunch in his hands and she pulls away to catch her breath, gasping for air while his lips trail down her neck. She rolls her hips into his while he sucks a mark just above the cup of her bra, squeezing her other breast before pulling away to examine his work.

Dilara watches for a moment as he stares at it, his face unreadable. She climbs off his lap then, distracting him, and begins peeling off her jeans and underwear in the cramped space. Taehyung wastes no time in following suit, his lower lip between his teeth as he unbuttons his slacks and tugs them down, his erection stiff against his briefs. He hooks his thumbs onto the elastic when he pauses and looks up at her.

She freezes, her hands on his shoulders for support. They lock eyes for a moment, the same question reflected in both their eyes. Then Dilara shrugs jerkily and kisses him in answer, and Taehyung tugs his briefs down, too. The anticipation of the familiar stretch makes her want to rub her legs together. He holds her gaze as he strokes himself once before easing her back onto his lap.

The rain lashes down as she sinks onto him, clutching his shoulders as she feels him inside her, raw and naked and only him.

“Fuck,” she whispers, lowering herself even more until she can’t anymore, clinging onto him while he holds her steady. “Oh, fuck…”

Dilara begins moving slowly, every movement feeling different. At one point she remembers all of a sudden that the light is on; she immediately whips around to look out the windshield, seeing nothing but black rain. She feels something come around her then; Taehyung wraps his jacket around her and turns her attention back onto him.

They fuck in the hotel car, no one around for miles. Taehyung’s hand is firm on her thigh, his hips bucking into hers and making her feel it in her abdomen, in her chest. Dilara can���t help but start to become louder when the familiar heat starts forming in her core, when he tightens his grip on her hair.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, his eyes dark and blazing. His collarbones gleam in the dim light and strands of hair stick to the side of his neck. 

She’s powerless to look away. Her hips move faster and she feels herself slipping away, everything from the soles of her feet to the insides of her thighs feeling like they’re about to explode. Taehyung’s hand slips down to her arse and he grips it, helping her along, their gazes locked the entire time. 

Dilara just about registers his imperceptible, victorious nod before she goes over the edge and squeezes her eyes shut, her orgasm crashing over her in waves that feel like they could knock her out. Her hips feel as though they can’t stop, however, and she keeps going. It’s tiring, though, even when Taehyung takes over, helping her through the movements.

She kisses him, but it’s messy; his lips move from her jaw to her neck and he groans, gripping her hips. With all the strength she has, Dilara rolls her hips into his again, fucking him into the seat until he cums inside her, head back against the headrest, eyes closed and veins visible in his neck. 

She collapses on top of him, wishing they could fall asleep here, exactly like this. Going back to the real world feels impossible - facing it, with its real choices and real consequences, feels like the last thing she wants to do. She thinks about what he’d almost said and how she’d cut him off and she curls deeper into him, trying to savour the feeling of his arms around her.

The universe ensures the real world catches up to them, however, be it the tissue box in the car or how his phone buzzes with a message and lights up. The text is in Hangul but the time is big and clear. It’s a bit of a struggle to put their clothes back on but they manage it, leaving nothing but silence in the car.

Dilara’s legs feel weak but she drives back through the rain anyway, even when Taehyung quietly offers to drive. They return the car in silence and walk back to the lobby in the drizzle, taking the elevator all the way to the top floor. No words are exchanged, possibly because there’s nothing left to say. Their fingers brush against each other’s, a hair’s breadth away from being held, until their suites arrive and they separate in different directions.

—

Two years ago, Dilara had seen Kim Taehyung’s face in the crowd at Suzuka as he clapped for her on the podium, beaming with both pride and sadness. She’d been overwhelmed with many emotions at the time, one of them being the knowledge that this person she’d met and loved over a weekend would be lost to her, possibly forever. The expectations were such and all that was left to do was cherish the handful of memories they had together.

For Taehyung, Dilara had been the one that got away.

Suzuka is exactly the same; the vibe is the same, the sound is the same, the circuit is the same. It seems impossible that anything should change so drastically when everything else is the same. The feelings are also the same, at a glance: sadness and finality, and a desire to try and stop it from taking over.

Even being on the podium feels the same - except this time it’s the feeling of winning. It’s elation like she hasn’t known it in a long while; the roaring of the crowd, her national anthem playing, her heart bursting with the pleasant knowledge that it hasn’t hit yet fully but it will. Soaked in the rain, her long hair sticking to her face and neck, Dilara lifts the trophy that’s half her size and wipes her eyes to look at the crowd cheering for her.

Taehyung’s face in the crowd is the same as well, happy and sad all at once. He’s the only member along with Hoseok and Jungkook who’s come out into the rain; the others are presumably still in the garage. She doesn’t blame them, not until she spots them a little way behind, huddled under two umbrellas with the hoods of their raincoats low over their heads, and her heart hurts with gratitude.

Two years ago, that had been the last of Taehyung Dilara had seen for almost a year. The future is more clear this time, but deep in her heart, in the pit of her stomach that feels like it could explode if she succumbed to her feelings right now, she knows that despite looking the same, everything has changed.

She doesn’t see any of them after the celebration and neither does she expect to. Part of it is scheduling, but it would be obtuse to not assume that the rest of the members would know what’s happening, what the implication is of the Red Bull and BTS partnership coming to an end. Most of the spectators have left, too, not able to brave the rain anymore, and Dilara is ushered into her changing room to shower before being taken back to her hotel.

When she’s waiting for her car, speaking to her tearfully happy mother on the phone, she sees a familiar figure near the other end of the parking lot. Blond hair peeking out from under his hood, Park Jimin raises his hand in a hesitant wave. It takes Dilara a moment to do the same, momentary love and affection overshadowing all the conflicting feelings she’d harboured towards him all year. The moment he sees her hand, he lowers his and jogs away, ducking into a black car a little way away.

There’s no telling if her flight will take off. The rain has stopped but the runway could be flooded. It’s Japan in October; the Tokyo airport has sounded an alert but the pilot sounds hopeful, so all Dilara can do right now is wait and pray that in twelve or so hours, she’s back in London and asleep in her own bed.

She looks out of the window pensively. The air hostess has brought her a glass of rosé that she sips without tasting anything, the tiny paper package in her pocket feeling like it weighs a ton. She knows exactly what it is; she knew the moment the concierge handed it to her while she was checking out of the hotel and she’d felt the hard, circular shape under her thumb.

Taehyung has always had a flair for the dramatic, so it doesn’t surprise her that he would’ve squeezed in one last gesture before she left. Dilara had taken it out during the security check and stuffed it right back in her pocket, determined not to look at it till she was alone and calm. There’s no other way; even Lexie is no help.

Earlier today, before the race, she’d been helping Dilara stretch over video call.

“Longer… and hold it there.” 

Dilara lengthened her back and held her leg down straight, feeling the tendons stretch. 

“How are you feeling?” Lexie asked casually, as though Dilara wasn’t contorted uncomfortably on the floor. “Appropriately pumped up?”

“I know what’s on your mind, Lex.”

“What’s on my mind?”

Dilara gave her a look and slowly climbed out of the stretch, moving to the other leg. “You know.”

“Apart from your race? Not much.”

“Oh, just say it.”

Lexie sighed uncomfortably. “Okay, fine. It was on my mind but I don’t want you distracted. And I also don’t want to influence your decision in any way,” she added after a moment.

Dilara stood up and placed her hands on her hips. “I’m distracted right now wondering what you’re thinking. And if it helps… I think I’ve made my decision,” she confessed, looking at the floor. “So you may as well say it.”

Lexie observed her, squinting slightly on the tablet screen. “Fine,” she said, sounding rather like she didn’t want to bring this up at all. “I think… he really hurt you,” she began. “And… I think you’re sad when you’re not with him.”

Dilara waited for more but when Lexie wouldn’t elaborate, she raised her eyebrows. “Wait, that’s it? You’re really worried about influencing my decision that much?”

“I’m really worried your head’s not in the game, Komyshan,” she snapped, back in trainer mode. Dilara rolled her eyes and picked up her resistance band, ready for the next exercise when Lexie made her last contribution to the discussion. “And I’ll support whatever you decide. Now let’s do ten lateral band stretches, open up your back, come on…”

Dilara hears a sound signalling the economy class passengers boarding and exhales, for this must surely mean that the flight will take off. Soon she will be in the air with a sleep mask over her eyes, waking up only when she’s back on home ground in London. A cab will take her back to her building, the elevator to her penthouse, where she will crawl under the covers and sleep for a few hundred hours until her heart doesn’t hurt so much anymore.

The packet burns in her pocket. Taking a large sip of the wine, Dilara fishes it out and turns it upside down so the white gold ring she’d worn around her neck for a year and a half falls anticlimactically into her palm. She stares at it, dimly recalling her very different reaction to when he’d given it to her two years ago. 

She’d left Suzuka then under the assumption they’d never see each other again, that they were over for good. The ring, for all intents and purposes, had been the one thing pulling her back, Taehyung’s last attempt at convincing her that they weren’t finished. 

It doesn’t feel like the same this time, though. This time, he’s leaving the ball in her court.

We could’ve been epic.

Epic. Like standing on a podium in P1 kind of epic. Being on stage in front of hundreds of thousands kind of epic. Transcending distance and language and culture kind of epic - and she holds that possibility in the palm of her hand.

The shrill sound pings again; the plane has finished boarding. It’s no longer raining outside, and the pilot has begun introducing herself over the intercom. The air hostess comes over to ask if she’d like another refill and Dilara is about to say no, but at the last moment nods and asks for a vodka martini, knowing she can’t do this sober.

She can’t pull a Rachel. She won’t, not least because Red Bull won’t reimburse the cost of this business class seat if she hurries out of the airport now. No, she’s far too comfortable in her blanket, her hair is almost dry and it’s too cold outside. 

She waits for the first sip of the martini to go down her throat while she holds her breath before picking up her phone. It rings once before he picks up.

“Uh… yeoboseyo?” 

He sounds extremely unsure, as though expecting it to be someone else. When Dilara doesn’t answer, still coming to terms with what she’s doing, he speaks again.

“Um, Lara? Is - is everything okay?”

“If you,” she begins, her voice low and shaking, “ever lie to me again, it will be the last time you ever see me. Do you understand?”

“Um -”

“Damn it, Kim,” she snaps, hearing the strain under the words. Why does he have to be so difficult? “Do you understand?!”

“I - yes. Of course. I understand.”

“Okay.” Dilara nods jerkily, noticing the lights go on for all electronics to be switched off. “And if you ever cheat on me again, I swear I will cut off your ball sack.”

The answer is quicker this time. “I understand.”

She nods, exhaling shakily and leaning back in the seat. Her fist closes with the ring in her hand, the metal cutting into her palm.

“Lara.” Taehyung sounds as doubtful as she feels. “Are you… baby, are you sure?”

“I don’t know. I think so,” she says thickly. “But I’m also drinking vodka so who knows, really?”

Taehyung exhales and it sounds just like he did last night before she’d interrupted him. “I… Lara, I -” He breaks off, sniffling.

“You said you have a week off, right?” 

“Yeah. Eight days.”

Dilara looks up to see the air hostess approaching, smiling apologetically and motioning for her to hang up. She nods and holds up a finger.

“Right,” she says softly. She opens her palm and looks at the ring again. “Will I see you in London?”

He laughs disbelievingly, sniffling again. “I’m booking my ticket right now.”

—

If she closes her eyes tight enough, she can almost feel his arms come around her. Dilara squeezes her eyes shut even tighter, relaxing only when she feels his lips press against her shoulder.

“Good morning,” he murmurs sleepily.

She leans back into his chest, trying to control the squirm in her stomach. There’s definitely a word for this feeling and it feels just out of her grasp, but it’s strange and exciting all at once. 

“It’s three pm,” she tells him, getting only a grunt in response. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.” His voice is muffled, reverberating through her collarbones. “But your fridge doesn’t have anything. Just a box of bananas and a huge bowl of chia seeds,” he laments.

“I can’t leave perishable items in the fridge when I go abroad,” she reasons. “We should buy supplies, though. Want to go shopping? There’s a Foodhall just a few streets away from here.”

“Won’t we be recognised?” Taehyung asks, finally raising his head. “You will, at least.”

“No, none of the Brits in this area really care if they spot me around. They’ve seen me enough times. But you…” Dilara turns her head to look up at him, brushing his bangs down his forehead so they practically cover their eyes. “Should be okay, I think. It’s winter, almost. A decent scarf should do the trick, if you’re worried.”

“No, a scarf may not go with the hat I brought,” he says seriously, pursing his lips. “I’ll think about it. Maybe a… what’s it called? The thing with the high collar…?”

“A turtleneck?”

“Yes. It could be the answer to this problem.”

“Here I need to remind you that it’s just a supermarket. I’ll be going in joggers.”

“Interesting. Will we be sampling any cheeses?”

“We can,” she allows, rolling her eyes. “But it’ll be mostly instant foods that either of us can actually cook.”

“I can cook other stuff. Or I can’t, but we can get Seokjin hyung or Yoongi hyung on video call to walk us through it,” he suggests.

Dilara is about to decline but then shrugs. “Why not? Actually,” she remembers suddenly, “we need to stock up on healthy raw material, too. Lexie will go into shock if she sees nothing but packaged stuff in the kitchen.”

“Oh.” Taehyung stiffens behind her. “Right. Lexie. Of course.”

A confession from a million years ago in Suzuka tugs at her mind. She turns slightly to look up at him again. “Yeah. In a few days. Her room is exactly the way she left it. You’re okay with that, right?” she asks, mildly amused.

“Of course. It - it might be nice to see her again,” he ventures, swallowing slightly. “And, you know, she’ll have her own room and I’ll be in your room… with you. You’ll be right there the whole time,” he states.

Dilara finally steps out of his arms and turns around, leaning back against the railing and holding the hot cup to her chest. Taehyung, in his white CELINE t-shirt, places his hands worriedly on his hips. She resists the urge to reach up and rub the frown on his forehead.

“You’re not really afraid of Lexie.”

“Only in the literal sense. She’s your best friend,” he reminds her. 

“Yes, I know. Meaning she’s going to try just as hard as you will to get along.” Dilara tugs at the bottom of his t-shirt. “I want this to work.”

Taehyung nods, taking her hand and linking their fingers. “It will. I’ll make it work,” he promises.

The feeling is back, light and creeping through her chest, and it annoys her that she can’t name it. She squeezes his hand. “I love you,” she says.

There’s a flicker in his eyes; it’s abundantly clear how much he’s been waiting for her to say these words. “I love you more,” he replies, kissing her knuckles. “I really, really do,” he murmurs, stepping forward and kissing her forehead.

Dilara gives him a small smile and raises her mug slightly. “Hot chocolate?”

He raises his eyebrows in surprise and returns her smile as he takes the cup and sips at the hot liquid, before gagging and swearing. “Oh, God - it’s coffee!” he sputters. “Seriously, Lara,” he complains, coughing. “Disgusting.”

She exhales in satisfaction and takes the cup back. “I believe you,” she says sweetly, reaching up and kissing his cheek.

He gives her an unimpressed look. “Can we go inside now? I’m freezing.”

Sleepy and jet-lagged, grumbling over the smallest practical joke, Taehyung looks beautiful. The feeling is amplified now; the lightness in her stomach, the fluttering of her heart, the insane urge to smile for no reason at all.

“Yeah, we can go inside,” she answers, falling into step beside him as he turns around, and leaning into his side. He puts an arm around her shoulder and squeezes it affectionately, kissing the top of her head like he’s planning to do it forever. 

As they enter her apartment, Dilara can finally name the feeling.

—

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[dirtybtssnaps]

taehyungie, i might be pregnant but i want you so bad daddy. this is driving my crazy, i want you to touch me, i want you inside me like the way you impregnated me, please daddy.

Genre: Establish Relationship, Smut, Question/Roleplay

Pairing: Dominant Bts Kim Taehyung (V) and Submissive Female Reader

“What am I gonna do with you, sweetheart?” Taehyung asked chuckling softly, “I thought a pregnant woman would be horny, but you wanted it so much more now. Alright how about this, I want you to wait exactly one day for me to fuck you, if you still want it after that we can do it whenever and however you want alright?” Taehyung asked you while smiling softly

- Kim Taehyung (V)

[jeonsjiddies]

Toxic | kth [m]

Toxic Masterlist. | Chapter Nine.

Ten.

The mandatory company party was in full swing when you’d arrived, you’d been late and of course had hit every single red light on the way to the office to add coal to the fire. You glanced around, taking note of everyone who had shown up to the holiday gathering, or rather, searching for Taehyung. You found him, leaned up against the wall with a hand placed in his pocket, looking absolutely delectable in a well-fitted gray suit. 

Your eyes met Taehyung’s from across the room, every fiber of your being longing to run over to him and feel his arms wrap around you. He smirked playfully, reading your mind and beckoned you over with a wag of his finger. Just as you were about to make your way to him, someone touched your arm.

“Wow, Y/N. You look amazing!”

You turned around, coming face to face with your coworker.

“Hey, Min-kyu! How are you?”

“I’m great. The sales forecast looks really promising this quarter so my workload has really decreased,” he grinned, “how are you doing?”

“I’m doing really well, thank you for asking,” you smiled politely.

You tried to think of a way to exit the conversation without being rude or obvious, but you wanted to get to Taehyung. Min-kyu was sweet and fun to talk to, but you felt like you were experiencing withdrawal symptoms from lack of Taehyung time. 

“Of course. I must say, you clean up very well,” Min-kyu wiggled his eyebrows playfully and you laughed, scratching your arm and looking away.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you.”

“Would you like to dance?”

“Oh, I-”

“I hate to interrupt, but I have to speak with Y/N. Something urgent has come up,” came a hardened voice from just over your shoulder, your body igniting in shivers at the immediate recognition. 

You could feel his body heat radiating off of him, he was right behind you but not touching you, and therefore not close enough. He put a hand on your shoulder and guided your body to turn away from Min-kyu.  You glanced up at him curiously, only to see his steely gaze locked on your previous conversation partner.

“Oh, of course. It was nice chatting with you, Y/N. We’ll catch up later?”

“Sure! Have a good night!”

Suddenly, Taehyung’s hand was wrapped around your wrist and he was pulling you away from the party. 

“Is everything okay, Tae?”

Taehyung was silent, and for a moment you were genuinely concerned. He pulled you into a storage closet at the end of the hall, far away from all the other guests. He pressed your back up against the door, caging your body in with his own. He pressed his thigh between your legs, his hands bracing the door beside your head and his gaze penetrated deep into your soul.

“What was that all about?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N…” Taehyung trailed off, “why were you flirting with him?”

“I wasn’t flirting, I was just being cordial.”

“You were blushing.”

“I was not!”

“Do you like him?”

“No, of course not.”

“Do you think he could make you feel like I do?” Taehyung wondered aloud as his hand slowly trailed down from your cheek down your sides before resting at your hip.

Shocked, you didn’t offer a response beyond the breath you sucked in at his actions.

“Can he make you cum like I can?” 

His hand traveled further down your hip, finding the hem of your dress and slipping underneath it, his fingers dragging over your clothed sex teasingly.

Your breathing picked up, now shallow and quick and you watched him intently.

“Well, can he?”

“No, only you Tae.”

“Mmm… good girl. Should I remind you who owns this pussy?”

“Oh, fuck,” came your reply as his fingers slipped past the boundary of your panties into the mess of your arousal. 

“Mmm, so wet. Is this for Min-kyu?”

“No!” 

“Who’s it for? Who got my pretty little baby all worked up?”

“You…”

“Who?”

“You, Taehyung.”

“Mmm, my name sounds so good coming from your pretty lips,” he mused, leaning down to press his own lips to yours, which you immediately reciprocated. 

His tongue traced your bottom lip and you parted your lips for him, allowing his tongue to snake inside and tangle with your own. He sucked on your tongue and let his free hand roam to your chest, where he pulled your dress down to allow them to spill out. One hand worked on your hardened nipple while the other was slowly pumping in and out of your drenched hole. His long, dexterous fingers filled you up perfectly, and pathetic noises spilled from your lips despite your best efforts to be quiet.

“You like that? Like when Daddy fingers that tight little cunt?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you groaned, rocking your hips into his fingers.

“Good girl,” he praised, speeding up the rhythm of his fingers while leaning down to take your neglected bud into his mouth, allowing his tongue to lave over the sensitive nub.

You gasped, arching your back and pressing your chest against his mouth in a silent plea for more. Taehyung smirked against your skin, letting his teeth graze over your nipple before sucking hard on it, at the same time he rammed his fingers deep inside you, hitting that spot that made you see stars. He continued to finger fuck you and torture your breasts until you were a panting mess, begging for release.

“Nuh-uh. If you’re going to cum, you’re going to do it on my cock. Isn’t that right, babygirl? You want Daddy’s big, fat cock?”

“Yes, god, please!”

“I bet Min–kyu couldn’t get you begging for his tiny dick like this,” he mused.

“Never, only want you, Tae.”

“Say it again.”

“You’re the only one I want. I’m yours.”

“Fuck,” he swore, quickly unzipping his slacks and freeing himself from his restrictive clothing, before lining his shaft up at your entrance.

You bit your lip in anticipation, groaning wantonly at the delicious stretch as he pushed his length further inside you. Your slick aided his entry, but he was still so big it took you a second to adjust to his size. Your breathing came out labored, your eyes closed and your head resting back against the door. Taehyung wrapped your leg around his waist so he could push even deeper and nipped at your neck with his teeth. 

You opened your eyes and were met with his fiery, possessive gaze.

“Keep your eyes open, princess. I want you to watch me ruin you. Want you to see who you belong to.”

A whimper escaped your lips at his demand, his voice so deep, so… carnal. You nodded and locked your gaze with his before it wandered to his beautiful tanned skin, now covered with a thin sheen of sweat. You wound your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling themselves in the hair at the base of his neck. Taehyung smiled at the small action of affection, but the soft fuzzy feelings didn’t last long, because it was at that moment he decided to start drilling into your —-- at a punishing pace. The air got caught in your throat, your mouth and eyes going wide as you watched him wreak havoc on your body.

You didn’t know how he managed to hit your sweet spot with every thrust of his hips, but he did. His perfect, thick, long member grazing your walls just right every time. Your grip on his hair tightened and he growled low in his throat, moving even faster if possible. The only sounds that could be heard in the supply closet were the smacking of skin on skin and your combined heavy breathing.

Your moans grew in volume the closer you got to your release, which wasn’t far off thanks to Taehyung’s skillful fingers and perfect c—. Taehyung kissed you in a frenzy, quieting your pathetic noises, before dragging your lower lip through his teeth and pulling just slightly before kissing up your jaw and whispering into your ear.

“As much as I’d love to show everyone at that party who you belong to, I need you to be quiet, pretty girl. Don’t want to get us fired, do you?”

“N-no,” you groaned, your nails digging into the skin of his back, “just… feels so good, Tae.”

“I know baby, you feel so fucking perfect wrapped around me like that, I could blow any second. C– for me baby, let go,” he coaxed, his fingers reaching down to gently pinch your sensitive bundle and give you the last thing you needed to go soaring over the edge into bliss. 

You nearly screamed, but Taehyung was quick to cover your mouth with his own and swallow your sounds, reaching his high just moments after you did. He worked you both through it until you were twitching from overstimulation, and he let your leg down, the muscle burning from the unfamiliar angle it had been held at. Taehyung soothed the ache, pressing his fingers into the flesh with a massage as he kissed along your thighs and used a paper towel to gently dab at the mess you’d both made, his tongue cleaning up the rest. 

“T-Tae,” you whimpered as his tongue slid along your folds, collecting the last of your combined arousals.

He smirked and stood up, connecting your lips in a fiery kiss and allowing you to taste his tongue and the essence of the both of you. You melted into his touch and he held you close for a moment.

You both got dressed again, and Taehyung helped you fix your post-sex hair to look acceptable, but he couldn’t do anything to hide the post-sex glow you both possessed. You ended up having to sneak out of the party and meet up at his apartment for round two, where Taehyung showed you how well he knew your body over and over and over.

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[liveinfantacy]

LOOK AT ME

One-shot of kim taehyung.

Pairing :- Kim Taehyung & Reader.

Summary :- Your cold husband want to have baby with you.

Warning:- Mature content, Smut, dirty talk, Unprotected sex.

lets start>>>>

Y/N POV:-

I am making dinner for my husband KIM TAEHYUNG. He is most successful businessman in the whole country and we are married for two months now. its arrange marriage our families arrange this marriage, before marriage we never meet with each other.

but I think he doesn't love me because he never talk to me or spend his time with me in this two months ,I tried to talk with him but its never work, he is always at his work , go to office early and come home late its his daily routine . I am tired of this now its been two moths now , is it going to be like this forever. I have to talk to him and I will talk him today no matter what.

suddenly the doorbell rang, I run toward the door to open it because I know who is it and yes it's my husband, I open the door and let him enter the house "give me a glass of water" I went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water. he takes it and drinks it "how's your day" I ask him softly "it's good" that it, he always end the conversation with his short response and never asked me about me.

time skip>>>

In the bedroom, he is taking shower and I am waiting for him while sitting on the bed I will talk to him today about us no matter what I thought to myself. the bathroom door opens and there he is coming toward the bed.

He comes and sits on the bed opposite to me ready to go to sleep " I want to talk about something" I said to him while looking at him, he look at me and nod "about what" he asked in his clod tone and deep voice "about our relationship" he looks down and started to looking everywhere " what about that" I look at with disbelief "you don't know what is going on in our relationship I scoffed at him " actually nothing is going on" he looks at me again "just say clearly y/n "I look down and started to speak "you never spend your time with me Taehyung, in this two months you never talk with me properly. you just reply to my question with a cold face and cold voice."

I look at him who's already staring at me "if you don't love just say it Taehyung, I can understand its arrange marriage, and this is new for you but about me, Taehyung its also new for me but I at least try, you are not even trying" my eyes fill with tears " if you still don't like we can take divorce because I can't do this anymore "Taehyung widens his eyes at your words "what are you saying y/n".

he immediately comes close to me and cup my face " I am sorry y/n it's just this marriage happened suddenly it's just new for me this feeling and all of this new life " he said with a guilty expression" but I am sorry I forgot that it's new for you too, I don't understand that you are feeling like this you should have told me sooner" I look at him with a pout "you don't give me chance to talk and always act clod toward me then how can I tell you" he sighs "I am sorry actually I thought you don't like me that why I act cold toward you" he said caressing my cheeks my heart started to beat fast when I realize how close he is to me. "but the truth is I love you y/n" my eyes widen at his sudden confession he just smiles at me "it's just I am really afraid to confess my feelings for you" he said with an awkward smile "I love you too taehyung" he seems taken back when I said that " from the day I first see you at our weeding I fell for you".

we stared into each other's eyes suddenly Taehyung started to come close and I know the reason I close my eyes as he put his lips on mine. we stay like that for a moment then he started to slowly move his lips but since it was my first kiss I don't know what to do I just let him do what he wants. he started to suck my lips and bite them I moan when I feel a weird sensation in my body. suddenly he stop kissing me and look at me "I want you y/n right now" he said with his eyes filled with lust. I nod while breathing heavily, he pushes me down on the bed and hovers over me "relax baby" he said while caressing my cheeks and again starting to kiss me but this time more passionately sucking my lowers lips and licking on it "just copy what I am doing princess and suck my lips" I obey him and started to kiss him back while sucking his lips "give me your tongue baby" I did as he says our young started to collide with each other.

his kiss goes down to my jaw and then my neck, he started to kiss my neck and suck there. I moan in pleasure it feels so good " ah taehyung-ah" he smirk while kissing my neck and his hand started to go toward my shirt buttons I stopped his hand by grabbing it, and he stop and look into my eyes " just trust me, princess, let go" I let go of his hand. he opens my shirt and threw it somewhere he also takes off my skirt and throws it with a shirt and looks at me. he get up and remove his clothes except for his boxer " are you sure princess you want we can stop here" he said looking at me "I want you Taehyung" and that's the only thing he wants to hear he started to kiss me roughly and started to go down while kissing each part of my body I am moaning loudly "ah" he unclipped your bra and remove your panties. " so beautiful and fucking hot" he said while looking at my body, I get shy and immediately hide my chest with my hands "don't hide princess, let me see your beauty" he removes your hand goes near to your boobs and takes one of them in his mouth and started to suck on them "ah taehyung its feel so good" he started to suck another boob while messaging first one. his hand started to go toward my womanhood and he started to rub their and teasing clit "already wet baby " he said with a smirk I lower my guess being shy. he get up and remove his boxer I look away immediately" why are you looking away it's yours to see baby" he said with a teasing tone. he again hover over me and started to kiss my neck while I started to moan. he takes his cock and rubs on my pussy folds up and down. I moan loudly "taehyung oh my god" he hissed in my ear" how does it feel baby," he said rubbing his cock on my folds "I going in it will hurt little baby just relax" he started to enter his cock in and I moan in pain "ah taehyung its hurting " he started to care my cheeks "I know baby relax it will feel really good after some time" he again move forward and thrust his cock inside my pussy completely "ah y/n you are so tight and warm" he stay like that giving me time to adjust after a while I said to his move and he started to thrust his cock in and out in my pussy "ah taehyung" I moan in pleasure when he it some point in me "yes baby moan my name like that," he said while thrusting slowly and sensually in me. "ah baby you are so wet" his dirty talk turns me on more "ah taehyung please", " please what baby"he ask me whispering in my ears "faster please faster" and he started to thrusting faster and deeper in me after a while some knot form in my stomach "taehyung I am Cumming" he put his hand on my clit and started to rubbing it " yes baby cum on my cock" he said while chasing his own high "ah y/n Iyou are clenching so hard" he said while thrusting fastly "I will cum in deep in your pussy do you want that baby" he ask me while looking at me in the eyes I just nod" word baby " he said while thrust hard " yes taehyung cum in me give me all your cum please" I said while Cumming but he doesn't stop "ah ah taehyung I cant take anymore stop please" but he doesn't stop and keep thrusting me while moaning and groaning in my ear " you can take baby , be a good girl and take my cock""

"Here take it, baby, take," he said while thrusting hard the bed started to shake from his powerful thrust " you gonna keep my cum in your pussy right baby ah ah take it then," he said while shooting all his cum inside my pussy "ah," he groans lastly thrusting and lay on my body while his face is in my neck breathing heavily. he stays like that for while keeping his cock inside my pussy " taehyung move you are heavy " he takes his cock out and lay beside me we both are breathing heavily. he gets up and takes a towel and spreads my legs again "taehyung what are you doing" he just smirks and says "I am just cleaning your baby don't worry I am not going for the second round," he said and wiped my vagina with a towel there some blood too.

after finishing cleaning both of us cuddled with each other and sleep in each other arms "I love you baby" he said " I love you too taehyung" I reply to him and that how our real married life starts.