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awake-not-today · 5 years ago

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i really loved the vkook one you did and was wondering if i can request a follow up to that where it's their first time? fluffy and smut please

Here you go!

Breathless

(or part two of I can’t be without you)

Taehyung X Jungkook

Smut.

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Taehyung had been scared to take that next step in his relationship, but Jungkook was patient. He didn’t need it to be physical right now, he has Taehyung and that’s all that really mattered to him. Sure, they’d done things. Rutting against each other in the midst of a make out session, getting each other off over their clothes. It was enough.

Or it was, until Taehyung decided he did want more. He wanted something more intimate.

As usual when they had the dorms to themselves, they were making out, Taehyung sat on Jungkook’s lap. They’d been like this for a while, kisses slow and deep, bodies pressed together as Jungkook held Taehyung in his arms. Taehyung was happy to stay that way, until he pulled back for air and took his boyfriend in.

Parted lips, spit slick and kiss swollen, so fucking pretty. Dark hair flopping forward, curling against his forehead, and soft cheeks flushed. Jungkook looked utterly divine. It wasn’t until Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, staring into Tae’s own, that Tae realized that this wasn’t enough for him anymore. Jungkook’s pupils were lust blown, a smirk on those plump lips. But he would never tell Taehyung how much he needed release, he never wanted Tae to feel uncomfortable with him.

Jungkook smiled at him lazily, and flashes of fever spread from Tae’s chest down to his stomach, and then to his crotch. He didn’t even realize how long he’d just been staring at his boyfriend, not until the younger furrowed his brow in concern and cupped his cheek.

“Tae? Baby?” God, his voice was absolutely wrecked with it. Tae shifted a little, feeling how hard Jungkook had gotten, and fuck did he want to feel that inside of him. “Are you okay?”

Fuck, he was perfect. He was perfect, and he was there and Tae wanted to give him everything.

“I love you.” Tae gasped out, fingers clenching and unclenching on Jungkook’s shoulders. Jungkook smiled at that, soft and sweet. So loving. “I trust you.”

“I know, baby. I love you too.” Jungkook grinned, only to have Tae shake his head and clamber off him, getting to his feet. He looked down at Jungkook’s concerned expression, fingers playing with the hem of his t-shirt, before taking a deep breath and stripping it off. “Tae? What’s going on?”

“I trust you.” Taehyung repeated, watching as Jungkook stood too. Taking a breath Taehyung pushed down his sweats, kicking them off, reaching a trembling hand out to Jungkook. “I’m ready. I trust you.”

It took a few moments, eyes flickering over his almost naked boyfriend, for the penny to drop, and Jungkook allowed himself to be pulled forward. Tae’s hands were shaking so bad that he could barely grip Jungkook’s shirt to pull it up and over his head, making the younger take his hands again. “Tae, are you sure about this? We can stop right now.”

“Just kiss me, Kookie. Give me all of you. Leave me breathless.” Jungkook stared at him for a moment, making certain that Taehyung wasn’t going to change his mind, before leaning in and kissing him again. Hands pushed on his own sweats and Tae’s tongue brushed against his own, kicking his brain into action. Placing his hands over Tae’s he took hold of his underwear too, helping drop them down to his ankles.

Jungkook’s hands came to rest on Tae’s hips, thumbs dipping just inside the waistband of his boxer shorts. He made no move to take them off, waiting for Taehyung’s cue. Tae took a breath, stepping back and admiring his boyfriend in all his glory. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind, he wanted him completely. Dropping his own underwear, Tae moved forward again, desperate lips meeting Jungkook’s once more.

Leaning down to grip the top of his thighs, Jungkook scooped Taehyung up and carried him back to the bed, laying them both down. He bit back a moan at the slide of his cock against Taehyung’s, not wanting to startle him, but Tae couldn’t keep back the sharp gasp that fell from his lips. Jungkook stilled above him, waiting for his boyfriend to make the first move. “Kookie? Is something wrong?”

“I just…I need to know you’re sure about this. We don’t have to go that far yet.” Jungkook mumbled, biting down on his lower lip. Taehyung looked confused, and so Jungkook elaborated. “We don’t have to go all the way. We can just do it like this.”

Jungkook dropped his hips down again, sliding his cock against Tae’s and earning a drawn out moan. Tae looked at him surprised, lifting his head to bump his nose against Jungkook’s. “I want you completely. I want to feel you inside of me, okay?”

“Don’t be afraid to tell me to stop. You’re in charge.” Jungkook pecked his lips, shifting away from him to climb off the bed. Tae watched him from where he lay, Jungkook rummaging around in his drawers, until he produced a bottle of lube and some condoms. He looked embarrassed, making Tae smile as Jungkook rejoined him on the bed. “Uh. Yoongi hyung told me we would need them.”

Tae laughed softly and waved him over, making Jungkook relax, and pulled the younger into his arms, kissing him softly. Jungkook’s lips moved down to Tae’s chin, across his jaw, down his neck to his collarbone, sucking lightly as shaking fingers fumbled with the cap on the bottle of lube. “Can you open your legs a bit more?”

“Do you know how to…umm. You know?” Jungkook nodded shyly, not meeting Tae’s eyes. He shifted lower still, kissing across the soft flesh of Taehyung’s stomach, before settling between his thighs.

“I watched a video.” The blush that spread across his chest and cheeks made Tae chuckle, running a gentle hand through the younger’s hair. He watched as Jungkook poured some lube on his fingers, smearing the slick substance around until he was satisfied, and brought his hand up to circle Tae’s hole.

Cold. The lube made Tae hiss and Jungkook looked up in panic, relieved to find his boyfriend smiling. Tae shook his head, gesturing with his hand for Kook to continue, and lay back against the pillows. Jungkook continued, waiting for Tae’s body to relax, circling the rim slowly. He looked up from his position between Tae’s thighs, noting the rise and fall of Tae’s chest, the honey of his skin, his fingers gripping at the sheets, and finally at how hard he was. Leaning in, eyes focused now on Tae’s face, Jungkook licked a stripe from base to tip.

The arch of his back, the way his eyes shot open wide, the stutter in his breathing. God, it was all so gorgeous. Tae was gorgeous. And Jungkook wanted more. Using his free hand, he took hold of the older’s cock and pumped slowly, bringing the head to his lips.

The way Tae keened as Jungkook pushed in that first finger, sliding the head of Tae’s cock between his lips. It was all so enticing. He’s never known that Tae could become prettier than he already was, but seeing him come apart was so absolutely beautiful, and it was a side of him only Jungkook could see. It was art in motion, and Jungkook would never get enough of it.

He pumped the first finger slowly, curling and twisting to help him adjust to the discomfort, before slipping in a second. Tae groaned, caught somewhere between being uncomfortable and desperate for more, Jungkook’s mouth working over his shaft. It was such a bizarre feeling, body uncertain whether to pull away or push back onto those fingers fucking into him, but as Jungkook took him deeper in his mouth, a third finger joining the first two, he knew he couldn’t stop it if he tried. He wanted to feel more, he wanted all of him.

“Kookie?” Tae’s voice was utterly wrecked, sinful and divine, and it had Jungkook’s cock twitching against his stomach. The younger looked up, finding heavy lidded eyes staring back at him. “I’m ready. Come on.”

Suddenly Jungkook was nervous. He didn’t want to hurt Tae, but he couldn’t be sure that he’d prepped him enough. Tae’s eyes were pleading with him though and he nodded, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the head of Tae’s cock, before crawling back up his body. “How…umm. How do you want to?”

“I think I know.” Tae muttered, pushing his boyfriend off of him and sitting up. Jungkook shifted with Tae’s guidance, until his back rested against the headboard and quickly rolled on the condom, slicking himself with the lube. Tae hovered above him, legs either side of his own. “I’ll need you to help me.”

Jungkook gulped, biting his lip as he took hold of his cock, and held it in place as Tae lowered himself slowly. It took a minute or two of heavy breathing and gentle words of encouragement for Tae to finally have Jungkook inside of him, sliding down gently until the younger was fully seated inside of him. Wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck, Tae stopped to catch his breath, allowing his body to adjust to the intrusion, forehead pressed against Jungkook’s.

The younger didn’t dare move, only to wrap his arms around Tae and hold him tightly to him. Finally Tae sat back up a little, shifting his hips and gasping loud. With wide eyes he stared at Jungkook, experimentally moving his hips again. The moan that escaped him was utterly obscene and it took everything in Jungkook not to slam his hips up to hear it again.

Tae didn’t move up and down on Jungkook’s shaft, only slightly, instead rocking his hips back and forth to find that feeling again. It was like fire across his nerve endings, precum leaking from his cock as he buried his head in Jungkook’s shoulder and moaned at the sensation. Jungkook was moaning too, sharp gasps and grunts at the feeling of being buried inside his boyfriend. It was euphoric, intense, an intimacy that he didn’t even realize he’d needed.

Tae’s hips shifted quicker, fingers scraping over Jungkook’s back as he neared his climax. Jungkook held him tightly, whispering sweet words of encouragement and confessions of love into his ear until finally, with his lips pressed against Jungkook’s and a long whine, Tae came between their bodies.

Jungkook waited for him to catch his breath before shifting down a little, holding Tae up slightly to allow him to to fuck up into him. Tae winced, but didn’t ask him to stop, instead pressing kisses to the sweat soaked skin of Jungkook’s neck. It hit him hard, his climax making his toes curl as his head fell back and he groaned Tae’s name, stilling inside of him.

They stayed like that for some time, holding each other tightly and breathing deeply. Jungkook pressed kisses into the older’s hair, running a soft hand over the sticky skin of his back, reminding him again and again just how much he loved him. Tae could only nod and cling to him tighter, only letting go when the discomfort of Jungkook’s softening cock got too much for him.

Tae just wanted to curl up and sleep, but Jungkook wouldn’t allow it just yet, taking off the condom and cleaning himself and Tae up as the latter grumbled about being sleepy. Jungkook just smiled fondly, tossing everything to the floor and climbing into bed beside his boyfriend. He pulled him close, legs tangling together, chest to chest. Jungkook watched Tae smile sleepily, worrying his lip. “How was it? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No.” Tae pecked his lips lightly, bringing a hand up to brush his thumb over the younger’s bottom lip. “It was perfect. You’re so perfect.”

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drshadowwuf · 5 years ago

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I'm very bored and inspired to write

So hello to anyone who comes across this, honestly I'm not even sure if this will find it's way to anyone.

I'm here to write a Fanfiction that is just right for you!

Give me any BTS ship, and au and I'll write it for you! I'm so very bored right now so please send even the silliest things.

There are a few things I will not write, and if they come up we'll just find a way to work around it perhaps?

But please feel free to message me any fanfiction idea you have!!!

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littlebtswriter · 6 years ago

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don’t leave your lover / taekook

➹ request: Hi! I know you already did a Taekook fic so you don’t have to do this one if it’s too much. I was thinking it could be a fic where they’ve only been dating for a little while(so like it’s a few years ago)and they get into their first fight. There would be tension between them and the other guys would notice too, and they’d maybe argue in front of them. (They already know they are dating) Angsty, but in the end it is resolved and maybe fluffy? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Ty!

➹ angst with some fluff at the end ➹

It’s easier to break hearts than it is to mend them. It’s easier to start fights than it is to end them. It’s hard to love someone, and there’s nothing easy about it.

“We can keep it to ourselves, they don’t have to know.”

Keep hiding it away. Hide the broken parts, the hurt feelings, the love. Some people can’t see through their own beliefs, can’t see past what they think they know.

It’s just better this way. Better if the kisses are behind closed doors, the pleasure through bated breath, the gentle touches in the quiet darkness. No one has to see.

It’s hard to say you’re okay when there’s a storm in your heart from those around you.

“Don’t say you’re okay, please don’t say it again. I know you’re not.”

Love only gets you hurt when you wear your heart on your sleeve.

It’s all a mess.

Jungkook slipped a black, long sleeved shirt over his head and combed his fingers through his hair. His bangs were starting to cover his eyes again. He liked it like that, liked to hide behind his hair when he had to, when he wanted to feel invisible.

A rumble of thunder reached his ears. He glanced out the bedroom window, watching rain slide down the glass like little tears. He knew Taehyung was on the bed hind him, he was just preparing himself for the torrent of emotions Taehyung would be once he faced him.

“Jungkook?”

He turned to face the boy laying on the bed, his eyes soft and filled with emotion. Jungkook sat down on the bed, curling up beside his boyfriend of two years. Taehyung wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer so he could lay against his chest. Jungkook ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair, resting his chin atop his head.

A long sigh escaped his lips as he let his eyes close. They lay there like that for a few minutes, wrapped in each other’s arms. Jungkook knew Taehyung was crying by the way his shoulders shook slightly. He could feel his shirt start to grow damp where his tears were falling.

“Don’t cry,” Jungkook whispered, tightening his hold around his boyfriend. But, it only seemed to make him cry harder.

“Taehyung-ssi, it’s going to be okay.”

“Don’t lie, you know it’s not okay. None of it is. And nothing has for a long time.”

Jungkook didn’t reply, not because he didn’t know what to say, but because he didn’t feel like there was anything he could use to combat it. He slipped his hand under Taehyung’s shirt to rub circles on his warm skin with his finger tips. He knew Taehyung loved his touch, always begging for more.

But, not this time. This time Taehyung pushed his hand away and sat up. He curled up his legs and wrapped his arms around them, his eyes and nose wet. “Why can’t you give me that attention all the time?” He mumbled, his deep voice cracking as he attempting to hold back his tears.

Jungkook rolled over over onto his back, brushing his hair away from his eyes. This time he really didn’t know what to say. “I can’t always give you attention, baby.” Jungkook whispered, sitting up slowly, watching Taehyung’s shoulders slowly slump.

“That doesn’t seem to apply to those friends of yours,” Taehyung mumbled, wiping his eyes and nose on the back of his oversized hoodie. Jungkook tensed, even though he knew this subject was going to come up, there was still a small part of him that hoped it would be avoided.

“Am I not allowed to have friends?” It wasn’t the best thing to ask, but Jungkook wasn’t in the best mood for this. Taehyung turned to face him, crossing his legs. “Jungkook, you know what I’m talking about.”

“Well, if you would have minded your own business and stayed off my phone then you wouldn’t have anything to talk about.”

“So, you admit there’s things on your phone you didn’t want me to see?”

Jungkook sighed, trying to stay patient. “It’s my phone. There’s obviously things I don’t want you to see because it’s private.”

“But, what do you have things to hide from me? I’ve been dating you for two years, we shouldn’t have things to hide.” Taehyung was trying hard not to get worked up, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath.

“Jungkook.” Taehyung’s deep raspy voice made Jungkook shiver. “Have you and Yugyeom been doing more than just taking?”

Jungkook’s blood went cold, he froze. “Yeah, we play video games too. What else do you think we’re doing?” It was snarky, and Jungkook knew it. Taehyung suddenly let out a frustrated sigh. “Can you fucking stop? I know you and him had sex last week.”

Jungkook tried to let out a laugh, but it sounded way too forced and nervous. “Hyung, nothing happened.”

“Something fucking happened because you texted ‘thanks for last night’ and he replied ‘don’t mention it, probably don’t tell Taehyung as well.’” Taehyung licked his lips, his eyes narrowing at him.

Jungkook shook his head, shoving his hands in his sweatpant pockets. “Nothing happened.”

Taehyung stood from the bed, looking furious as he clenched his fists. “Give me your phone,” He said slowly. Jungkook shook his head. “No way, don’t start acting like this. You don’t need my phone.”

Taehyung suddenly leaned over and tried to grab Jungkook’s arm. His phone was in his pocket, out of reach. Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s wrist before he could get to him. “Don’t start this. You know I’m stronger than you, hyung.” Jungkook said quietly. “You’re not going on my phone. You’re not going to find anything.”

“I already found plenty,” Taehyung grunted, pulling away from Jungkook. “What you found was Yugyeom and I talking about the day I was over. He helped me through an anxiety attack. I’ve been having a hard time for a while now with the schedule change and the upcoming tour. But, you wouldn’t know would you, because you’re so focused on what I’m doing and not what I’m feeling?”

“I always have to be the one there for you, to hold you when you’re crying, listen to you talk about how hard and stressful your life is. But, what about my life? What about my feelings? I have them too you know. Sometimes I want the love made to me instead of to you. Sometimes I want you to feel me for me and not just yourself. I think you’re more attached to the idea of having me than to really having me.”

Tears were streaming down Taehyung’s face now as he listened to Jungkook speak. Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to cry, he was too angry to cry.

“So, you’re putting this on me now?” He asked, his voice cracking.

“Why does it have to be all me?” Jungkook lifted his chin slightly, as if challenging him.

“I’m done with this. I’m done with you. I have to go.” Taehyung stood, wiping the tears away.” He was about to walk out, just like that, but Jungkook grabbed his arm to hold him back. That’s when he slapped him.

He didn’t really mean for it to be so hard, but it happened. And it left a small cut on his cheek where his fingernail had scraped him. Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s collar and pushed him against the door.

“Don’t. Just don’t.” He grunted, trying to stop Taehyung from thrashing in his grasp. “All you do is hurt me,” Taehyung cried, slumping against Jungkook, more tears spilling from his eyes. Jungkook shook his head. “Have you ever thought about the one hurting you is your own doubt and worry? I love you so much, Taehyung-ssi. No one can ever replace you.”

Jungkook’s lips quivered as he spoke, tears gathering in his eyes. His cheek burned from where Taehyung had slapped him, and he could feel the tickle of blood making a thin trail down his cheek.

Taehyung glanced at what he had done, then burst into tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I hate myself. I fucking hate myself.”

Jungkook rested his forehead against Taehyung’s closing his eyes. “Please don’t say that. I love you so much. I’ll love all the hate away. I’ll show you how to love yourself. Okay? Please.”

Taehyung pulled away from him, cupping his cheeks and wiping the blood away with his thumb. “I’m so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I should’ve trusted you. I should have been there for you.”

“Be here for me now.”

Taehyung didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed Jungkook’s lips, melting into his warmth. He tasted sweet and homey, making Taehyung’s insides melt. His hands roamed down Jungkook’s torso until he found his bare hips under his hoodie. He missed the way jungkook’s body felt against his.

“I love you,” he kept whispering between deep, kisses. Jungkook nearly whimpered from how good it felt to have his hyung against him again. They stumbled backwards onto the bed, Taehyung between Jungkook’s legs.

“Don’t leave me, please.” Taehyung whispered, hovering over him as Jungkook grasped his hoodie.

“Never.”

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taekookismylifeline · 3 years ago

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I am open for writing commissions!

As I have graduated this year from university with a Creative Writing degree, I now have time to write for commissions!

I am a BTS fanfiction writer whose body of work can be found upon AO3: (dabbleinthedrabble). I have currently written for Sope (Hoseok/Yoongi), Taekook (Jungkook/Taehyung), Namjin (Namjoon/Seokjin) and Minjoon (Jimin/Namjoon), which you can find on the link above or on my tumblr.

However, I am capable of writing for any shipping pair/throuple/poly relationship. This includes sexually explicit content.

I will not write for: p*edophilia, b*astiality, age-play or hybrids.

My prices: One-shot: 1k words to 5k words = £10 - £40. Multi-chaptered: 5.5k words to 10k words = £45 – £70+. PayPal GBP only (for now).

For reference, I usually aim to write 2k words per chapter. For works over five chapters and therefore over 10k words, the price will increase to £10 per 1k words.

No refunds. A teaser of the piece will be offered (200 – 300 words of the requested work) and if you are displeased, I can rework the request, or you can withdraw your request before completion - only in this circumstance will you be refunded.

I encourage active communication before the writing process in order to ensure I have the clearest idea of your intentions for the piece, Your happiness is integral to my work ethic.

If you have any further questions, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me through asks or DMs. I would be more than happy to clarify anything for you :-)

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iimaginebts · 4 years ago

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A little update

Hello everyone! As you guys know I have another account @iimaginebtsss where I post my fanfictions so as for this account, I decided to post ( still BTS fanfics ) but now there’s no Y/N. So basically its between the boys. Eg. Taekook, Jikook, Yoonmin, Namjin, Sope etc. Feel free to send me any requests if you guys have :)

p.s. I would still be active on my other account !

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goldenkookietae · 4 years ago

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Contract - On the Table (M)

BTS One shot

Pairing: CEO!Yoongi x CEO!Reader

Word count: 7,020 words

Warnings: Smut, swearing, dom!yoongi, dom!reader, masturbation (male), spanking, oral (fem rec.), a lil bit of Taekook (mentions and intense gazes lol)

Summary: Y/N and Yoongi think their only common trait was to be on the cover of Brilliant Minds, a contract proves that they have more in common that they know.

A/N: After that Variety photoshoot? All of them be pulling off the damn CEO look and it has me drooling. This one was a request and I am more than happy that I wrote it. It’s pure filth, get me some Hobi water guys.

Disclaimer: This story is an AU fanfiction that I have created using the names of the members of BTS. I do not claim any ownership over the members of BTS. The plot and the personalities of the characters are entirely my own.

Do not plagiarize my work and do not repost.

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*I do not claim ownership over any of the pictures. They are credited to their original owners.

“I want him.” Y/N declared as her fingers trailed over the smooth texture, imagining them touching the expensive suit and wondering how soft it would feel. Being on the cover page of Brilliant Minds was no joke and it was definitely something to be proud of. The most influential people made it there, the wealthiest, the ones with an attitude, astronomical ego and as they so popularly called it, a brilliant mind. Among all of these business magnets, the most common trait was that they were all too young to be that successful. That was exactly why they were called brilliant minds. They really did live up to the title.

The magazine didn’t have a publishing schedule. It all depended on coming across the right person to be in it. Needless to say, business soared right after the publication. Not that any of the people on its covers needed it, but it was a milestone, the highest of them all. The last one had been a month ago and the latest edition from just two days ago had definitely caught her interest.

The man staring back at her, his slim figure donned in a sharp grey suit, a hooded look to his eyes and his jaw clenched, looked impeccable. His single raised eyebrow said it all. This man was fucking proud. She could prove it from the barely noticeable raise at the corner of his lips.

Y/N fucking loved it. It was the same look that was etched onto her face since the past month. The previous copy of Brilliant Minds laid right next to the latest one and her own eyes stared back at her. She was fucking proud too.

“Funny, I heard he wanted you too.” Jungkook nodded from the other side of her desk. He quickly inverted the magazine towards himself as he flicked through the pages to the middle. It held another sharp cut of the same man with his side profile and Y/N immediately noticed the tantalizing jaw line. The two pages would have details of the interview with this man, and Y/N was definitely looking forward to reading his responses.

“Oh, really now? And how, may I ask, do you know that?” Y/N raised an eyebrow at her secretary, finding it unbelievable that he had insider information on almost everything. He was a social bird, and she hated that most of the time, she hated almost anything that was too loud and bubbly, which was exactly what Jungkook was. But there was a difference between how she treated others and how she was with Jungkook. She hated him in an almost, endearing way.

“Well, his secretary told me.” Jungkook shrugged and Y/N sat up straight. “How the hell do you know his secretary? And how close are you two?”

“We’re not that close, even if that’s what I want. Still getting to know each other. We only met a few weeks ago, we were drunk so ya know we just happened to roll around in the sheets and-” Jungkook stopped abruptly looking up at Y/N apologetically.

She raised an eyebrow higher as if to say, ‘Get to the point now’, and Jungkook did just that. “Anyway, we were talking about things that absolutely infuriate us, I didn’t mention you so don’t worry, but Taehyung accidentally blurted out that his boss was an annoying prick and had recently gotten obsessed with some contract that he wanted to get into with our company. I believe it started from your interview with Brilliant Minds.” He finished, tapping the magazine and shrugging.

“Interesting. Jungkook, I totally support you dating this guy. And I need you to do me just one tiny favour.” Y/N grinned, leaning back into her chair and clasping her hands together. “I need you to let slip, purely accidentally of course, that I’m interested in a contract with their company. And that I won’t stop pestering you about it. So infuriating, isn’t it?”

Jungkook let out a laugh as he narrowed his eyes playfully. “I don’t want to take advantage of him, but you know what, I think a contract will benefit all of us. More money and higher bonuses.” he sighed, nodding his head.

“And Jungkook,” Y/N added with a second thought, “I’m going to have to cut down all the business secrets you get to know. I’m not sure how well you can hold your tongue when the alcohol gets to you.”

Jungkook frowned immediately. “You’ve known me since we were babies and you know I don’t do that. And that plan won’t work because I have my ways, people always tell me everything.” he smirked, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Well, I wonder why no has told you yet that your fly is open.” she pointed to his pants and Jungkook immediately slapped his hands down to his crotch, fumbling with the zipper and realizing that it was secured to the top. He glared at her and she could see the promise in his eyes that vowed revenge for tricking him.

Y/N grinned. “Gotcha.”

Jungkook was always at the top of things and Y/N knew he did his job all too well. But nevertheless, it was still a surprise when Jungkook walked into her workspace the next evening, informing her that Taehyung had contacted him about his boss wanting to speak with her about a proposal.

“Seems like he jumped at the opportunity. I literally only told Tae last night. His boss must’ve been waiting for this to happen.” Jungkook analyzed the situation like he did to almost everything going on around him. It gave Y/N a different perspective sometimes and a headache all the other times. However, at the moment, she simply gazed at the magazine that had become a part of her room décor.

“Alright, I’ll speak to him.” she declared, as Jungkook nodded and instantly jotted it down onto her schedule. “I’ll gather his contact details and let you know. It’ll probably be just an introduction call, but you can discuss the actual details of the contract face-to-face. I’ll check with Taehyung for his schedule and book a meeting room-” Jungkook rambled mostly to himself as he noted down everything he could possibly do around the job.

“Kook,” Y/N stopped him with a sigh, “whatever you do is perfect.” Taking that as less of a compliment but rather his cue to leave, Jungkook nodded swiftly and backed out of her room.

No longer than an hour had passed and Jungkook had sent her the contact details. He slipped into her cabin just as she was opening his mail, drawing her attention to him.

“So, I think, it’s better if I get the basic talk done myself. I’ll try and get to know a little about what their idea is and maybe pitch in a few of mine. I’ll check with you on how you like it so then we could go ahead and set up a meeting. Taehyung and I will take care of stuff for now, you guys just have to finalise the deal when you guys meet.” Jungkook suggested.

Y/N nodded. Ultimately it was lesser work for her, and she thought it better to use her time to seal the deal rather than having introduction calls pretending like she actually cared about how the other person was doing. She just wanted her work done.

“Thank you Jungkook, you’re the best.” she muttered, before smiling and winking at him. “Have fun planning things with Taehyung.”

Yoongi was pissed. It didn’t matter that her secretary had come all the way to their office with a stupid gift pack to make up for rescheduling the meeting just an hour before it was set to begin. ‘Ms. Y/N had to deal with an emergency and had to cancel unfortunately. She’s deeply sorry to have caused you the inconvenience.’ Her secretary’s words still played in his mind and it made him sick. He knew more than anything that it had not been an emergency, it had to have been work related and it was so important that she cancelled out on him. He was livid.

He was already pissed about the fact that Brilliant Minds had put her on the cover before him, and it frustrated him that her company was a position higher than his on the official list of the most successful companies of the year. The feeling of coming next was new to him, he couldn’t get it out of his mind, and he would do just about anything to beat it.

He’d extended an offer just so he could see what was so special about her, but she’d cancelled on him, even after she’d seen him on the cover of the magazine. His company was no fucking joke. A million contracts for collaboration were at his doorstep and instead of choosing ones readily available he’d went ahead and approached hers all by himself, and for what? For her to call it off. He felt like a fucking idiot. He should never have let himself believe Taehyung’s words, sending out a formal invite based on rumors made up over a couple of beers.

He clenched his jaw tight as he downed the wine in one go, slamming his glass down on the table with a loud clank. Taehyung had left him a bunch of emails for him to check on but Yoongi refused to listen to his secretary at the moment. He considered firing the guy from his job but somehow, he knew he’d regret that once he got back into his work. Grudgingly, he went back to his desk, flopping down onto the chair and scrolling through his emails.

He wasn’t wrong. Being away from his work for two hours had landed him with over hundred emails and those were just the ones that Taehyung had filtered out as important for the time being since he knew Yoongi was in a terrible mood. Sighing, he looked into each one as quickly as he could, already mapping out how long it would take him to get them all done with.

He found one from Taehyung saying Y/N’s company wanted to reschedule the meeting and he immediately responded with a ‘fuck no’ and then proceeded to delete the mail for good riddance. Just after he’d done that, he noticed another one just below, and he clicked it faster than ever once he made sense of the sender’s name.

17:34 pm

Dear Mr. Min,

Please accept my sincere apology for being unable to attend today’s meeting. It was very important to me, but I had to cancel due to an emergency. I hope you understand. If you are still willing to go through with the contract, it would be my pleasure to reschedule the meeting to another time and date.

Do let me know of your thoughts and have a great evening!

Sincerely,

Y/N

Yoongi read the mail over and over again, feeding her contact details from her signature into his phone. He raised a finger to touch the mail right over the sender’s signature. He’d thought that he’d made up his mind, he never wanted to get into a contract with them again. But he was so wrong, this had been on his mind for more than a month and an apology mail from Y/N herself made him feel like he had the upper hand. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was smug at the fact that she wanted it as much as he did.

Without a moment’s delay, he typed out another mail to Taehyung, ‘Reschedule’, he wrote, not bothering to elaborate because it was more than obvious. He was going to meet her.

“I think you may have pissed him off.” Jungkook pursed his lips as he watched Y/N chuckle and shake her head.

“Look, when you’re running a company, you get busy and sometimes you can’t make it to stuff okay? We all have a one-track mind when it comes to work, and these kinds of things are normal. We don’t fight over that. What are we five? And plus, I sent him an apology mail, what more can I do?” She looked at Jungkook as though he was being ridiculous and he himself thought he was.

“True. It’s happened before but, I don’t know. When I went there to inform him, he seemed mad.” He sighed, clutching his fork and pushing it brutally through his spaghetti. Satisfied with how much he’d gathered after twirling his fork, he stuffed his mouth and began to chew loudly.

Y/N stared at him amused. “It’s fine. I’ll make sure to let him know again how sorry I am for cancelling and he’ll have to be okay with that.” Jungkook nodded, puckering his lips and sucking stray spaghetti into his mouth. “So you’re nervous.” Y/N said casually, sipping her wine and staring at Jungkook over the rim of her glass.

“M ’not. Why’d I be.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, gulping down his food and staring at her, no doubt demanding an explanation. “Taehyung is going to be here in two hours, Jungkook. You’re nervous. Don’t be, you’re amazing.” She smiled at him and Jungkook frowned. He opened his mouth to deny it but shut it closed as soon as Y/N raised her eyebrows at him. Sighing, he chomped down the last bit of his meal as he gulped slowly.

“Yeah okay, I am nervous. But you’re right, I’m awesome so I don’t really have any reason to be.” He nodded to himself and Y/N snorted. “Make sure you don’t do any funny business under the table alright? This is a professional, work thing.” She chuckled dismissing the glare Jungkook gave her.

Y/N was waiting near the window, her phone in hand as she went through random news articles. Jungkook had just slipped out of the room, no doubt welcoming that day’s meeting attendees and leading them to the meeting room. No longer than five minutes later she heard footsteps outside the door and straightened herself to her full height.

Jungkook entered with two men on his trail and she could tell that no matter how professional the pictures in the magazine looked, seeing Yoongi in the flesh was unbelievable. Everything about him screamed arrogance and pride, making his presence stand out as eye-catching. It was evident from his jet-black hair styled neatly to the side, the expensive maroon suit he donned, the Rolex glinting from his wrist and the indifferent look in his eyes. Despite being shorter than Jungkook and the blonde-haired man who she assumed was Taehyung, he still dominated the stage with the way he held himself.

His eyes met hers and, in a flash, so fast she could’ve missed it, he had scanned her from top to toe, as though he’d noticed that she’d done the same thing to him. Out of all the introductions Y/N had had with potential clients and business partners, the one with Yoongi bagged the award for being the most intense. Not once were too happy smiles or polite greetings exchanged, just hooded gazes, nods and tiny smirks.

The meeting never came to the discussion of whether or not to take up a project together, it was as though they’d already decided on that a long time ago, the meeting was just to kick off the project. Y/N had taken her time considering bringing up the what if’s of not making the deal, but half-way through the meeting, the kind of ideas she and Yoongi had come up with together pushed the thought right out of her mind.

Over the span of two hours, they’d laid out a rough draft of a road map, and they hadn’t even realise that they’d downed all the beverages without paying the slightest bit of attention. They had another meeting scheduled for the next week, and Y/N seemed to notice that Yoongi had pushed down something on his schedule to make up time for it. For the past fifteen minutes that was all Y/N had been doing, staring down Yoongi as he talked to Taehyung about setting up a call with his internal team. She had already put up Jungkook to the same task, but right then, she was more interested in Yoongi’s mannerisms.

Y/N had a hard time keeping her eyes away from the way his jaw moved, sharp and defined making her wonder how hot it looked when he while he was making out. Every once in a while, he would swipe his tongue over his lips or the tip of his tongue would poke out the side of his mouth, accompanied by that gaze that made him look like he wanted to eat her out.

Instantly, her mind flooded with pictures of how that scene would play out, how he could bend her over that table right there and shatter her sanity with everything he wanted to do to her. As her mind came up with images of him pushing his fingers into her, and her gaze slipped to his hands, she was not at all disappointed. His long fingers, studded with metal rings had to be the sexiest pair she’d ever seen and whenever he pointed to something or did random gestures, her thighs clenched, imagining them moving inside of her.

When they’d concluded the meeting, it seemed as though Yoongi knew what Y/N had been doing and she knew he felt the same. The lust in her eyes reflected in his too and she didn’t miss the way his touch lasted a little longer than it should’ve for someone as professional as he when they shook hands. Yoongi smirked at her as he exited the meeting room and his hand almost shot to his crotch when he saw her smirk back at him.

As soon as Jungkook was back in Y/N’s room after escorting Yoongi and Taehyung out of the meeting room, she groaned, imagining all the work Jungkook no doubt would’ve laid out in her schedule for her to do. It was that time when she was feeling good and thought she was on the top of everything, but it always ended with Jungkook reminding her of a ton of things that had to be done on priority.

“I was actually having a good day, don’t dump work on me now.” She said anyway, knowing Jungkook would never listen to her because that was his job. She was the boss, he was the secretary and she had to get work done, not delay it.

“You say that, and when you actually have nothing major to do, you whine about not having work instead of chilling. You love working, stop complaining.” Jungkook called her out and Y/N sighed as she realized that was exactly how it was.

“Really. You use that phrase to dump work on me now?” She asked, still being stubborn and fighting against a lost cause.

“We can talk about that, or we can talk about how you and Yoongi eye fucked each other today.” Jungkook said casually, and Y/N rolled her eyes, chuckling slightly.

“Was it that obvious? He’s hot. I’m hot.” She shrugged and Jungkook shook his head. “Taehyung and I were wondering when you’d both jump onto the table and do the nasty, but surprisingly you guys held it in.”

“Alright fine. Give me my schedule and leave. We all noticed the intense stares you and Taehyung were giving each other. I think I remember him squeezing your thighs under the table. Everything okay done there, JK?” Y/N raised her eyebrow and held out a hand, smiling at how Jungkook blushed and placed his tablet in her hand.

“Whatever.”

Twenty minutes into the video on his personal laptop, ready to relieve his stress for the day, and Yoongi realized that he really had fucked up. He had fucked up the very first day he’d come back from the first meeting with Y/N with an aching cock. And to add the cherry on top, he’d gotten rid of his boner jerking off to explicit scenes of Y/N that his mind had conjured up so readily.

Even when he made a conscious effort to pay attention and jerk off to the porn on his computer screen, his mind drifted off to Y/N, and that would be the only way he could get off anymore. Had she been his secretary, he would’ve fucked her already by then, maybe more than just once. With that thought becoming regular, he waited for his cock to get up and make him feel alive as he played his favorite porn to correct the mistake he’d made and get back to normal.

He almost thought his dick was broken as he plainly watched a boss fuck his secretary as punishment, until he closed his eyes and he was in his office, with Y/N standing in front of him, her ass tucked into a short tight skirt and her black blouse shaping her figure so well he wanted to rip it off of her.

“Fuck!” Yoongi groaned feeling himself growing hard at the thought of Y/N being his secretary, constantly following him around in tight dresses that left little to the imagination, doing everything he told her to do and taking punishment whenever she made a mistake. His cock was aching, and his hand moved to the tip of his cock already dripping with precum. Giving up his efforts to go back to normal a millionth time, he indulged in his fantasy and his hand gripped his cock tightly, spreading his precum over his length.

His mind was reeling, and he was then standing over Y/N bent over his table, recreating the scene on his computer with her and himself. Instead of punishing her, he was rewarding her for doing a good job on the project, stroking the soft flesh of her bare ass held in the air just for him to touch and do with whatever he pleased.

His hand moved up and down his length, and he groaned when the fantasy version of himself slipped two fingers between Y/N’s dripping folds, bringing her juices to his cock, his tip leaking with precum and he jerked as he pressed his thumb to his slit.

“So good for me, aren’t you sweetness?” He whispered, his fingers plunging into her tight heat and curling as she gasped, laying helpless with her face pressed to his table and hands held behind her back.

“Yes, sir. Just for you.” Y/N mewled, as Yoongi thrust his fingers into her faster, his hips now jerking up from the mattress as he fucked into his fist, his mouth opening at how delicious she sounded, a little bit of drool slipping past her lips as her mouth hung open with how good he made her feel. He increased his pace at that thought, the fact that he was the one making her feel so good that her body quivered with unbearable pleasure.

The thought made him angry, pissed at how he was jerking off to the satisfaction of pleasing her, and to make himself feel better, he slapped her ass harshly, once, twice and he kept going, Y/N’s body moving forward with the force, and he was sure that it was stinging at that point. Yoongi expected her to scream, beg him to stop as he spanked her relentlessly and his fingers pushed into her heat brutally, but even in his fantasy, his mind betrayed him, and Y/N moaned.

“More.” she begged.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. Fuck fuck fuck!” Yoongi grunted as he reached his peak, spilling ropes of white hot cum over his hands, chest and his sheets. As he rode out his high, he imagined Y/N cumming on his fingers, her body shaking from her orgasm and she tried to look back at him from the table. “Thank you, sir.”

Yoongi groaned, his hands having a mind of their own as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, where behind closed eyes, he tasted Y/N’s sweet arousal. A growl ripped through his chest as he swallowed, his tongue circling over his fingers until he had cleaned out every drop. Slowly opening his eyes, he took note of the mess he was in his bed.

He shut down his laptop harshly, throwing it to the side as he cleaned himself with the tissues by his bedside. His habit had turned into an addiction and if his fantasy made him so hard, he couldn’t comprehend what it would be like to actually be inside of Y/N.

On the pretense of discussing pressing issues, he found himself at her office countless times, and he couldn’t help all the dirty thoughts his mind came up with when they sat across each other. And the fact that he knew she wanted it, she thought about him just as much, made him leave her office with a hard on every single time.

Not surprisingly he’d come to realise that fantasy-secretary-Y/N and the actual Y/N were nothing alike. He was always in control when he imagined her as his secretary, but when it came to the woman who came up with solutions for issues in the project, the CEO of the company he wanted a deal with, the arrogant one who was on the cover of Brilliant Minds, it was evident that Y/N was always in control.

While Yoongi was used to people honoring his opinions above all else, Y/N had no problem turning them down, only picking up the points that interested her and were beneficial to the project. It irked him that she always had a logical explanation for every idea she refused, and he’d understood in quiet a short while as to why her company was doing as good as it was.

Even when they both checked out each other, she never showed signs of weaknesses and his idea of distracting her from work with his seductive demeanor wouldn’t go as planned, and it made it harder for him to convince her to implement his opinion. He never dared to act out on his fantasies; his work was not something he wanted to put at risk when he was responsible for employing so many people.

He’d adopted her thinking technique swiftly after, and then seemed to agree with most of her opinions, she was helping him grow that was for sure, and over the course of six months while their project was implemented and went into the market, Yoongi was at par with her thoughts. He would point out flaws in her ideas and if he thought he was the expert before, he had definitely perfected his decision-making abilities after the deal with Y/N.

At the first mistake he’d ever pointed out, Y/N had been surprised, and then she’d slowly gotten used to it, her own mind gearing up for a battle as she worked harder to spot his mistakes. With a silly quarrel keeping the project efficient at all times, it bloomed through the market and the both of them were fairly satisfied.

Their deal was a hit, and it was only natural that they’d pursue more. In no time, another contract was made, this time with higher investment, more project staff and greater focus on marketing. They were so damn sure of success.

“So what do you propose be our strategy?” She asked, her eyes not leaving his lips as she bit her own. It was impossible to look away from his face and she was fully aware that she was checking him out again with no shame, but when she realized he was doing the same to her countless times, she just couldn’t get rid of the habit.

“Let’s go deep. Let’s do something that makes us feel good too.” Yoongi rasped and if she was distracted before, her mind was completely astray now. His words held an entirely different meaning and she was starting to grow hot from whatever he had implied.

Yoongi felt the same, the way Y/N’s eyes had widened by the tiniest fraction and then fallen down to a low hooded gaze had him licking his lips in anticipation. He had been hard since the moment his legs had accidentally touched hers under the table, and just the thought of being able to feel them with his hands made his cock strain against his pants.

All he wanted to do in that moment was, to pull Y/N onto the table, mount her and make her scream his name as he pounded into her. He wanted to feel the fantasy he’d jerked off to every night in the past few months, the night before and that morning when he decided to ask her to come and meet him for no particular reason. He wanted to see her in his office for a change, and he no doubt felt in control.

Her presence, the way she looked at him with her chin held high, the way she shot down some of his ideas by pointing out the loop holes, the way she’d raise an eyebrow and subtly tilt her head whenever she made a point, every time she exuded power in even the tiniest things she did, fucking everything turned him on.

To be constantly beaten at his own damn game with the dominance she had, made him pissed. He wanted to put her in her place, and at the same time he wanted to kneel down and do anything she’d say. Even then, as he watched her drag her lips through her teeth, it made him furious, furious that he wasn’t the one doing it. Involuntarily his body sat up and he watched her rise in the same moment, a brief pause before they were both leaning over the table and crashing their lips together.

Y/N tasted divine, a low groan rumbled deep in Yoongi’s chest as his tongue met hers instantly, the realization of her hastiness bringing on a wave of arrogance as he tried to savage her mouth. His tongue had explored her mouth for barely two seconds before she was pushing again, her tongue clashing with his as they fought for dominance. It was so important to the both of them, their ego slipping into the way they kissed, bit, licked, nipped, sucked and it would only end when one of them would surrender. It didn’t seem likely.

As they pulled apart for breath, his lips pressed to her jaw and his hands went around her waist pulling her onto the table to sit. With one sharp tug he pulled her across to himself, twisting her completely towards him and wrapping her legs around his waist. Y/N’s skirt bunched up at her thighs and Yoongi’s hands instantly pressed onto her skin, palming and squeezing the soft skin as his lips mapped their way back to hers.

Yoongi had imagined that Y/N would give up fighting after all this time, but even as he pulled her crop top over her head and cupped her breasts, she still managed to dip her tongue into his mouth, never losing control even as she moaned at the way he fondled her breasts. A soft whine slipped past her lips as Yoongi pulled away from her, his own lips missing her touch as he unhooked her bra with one hand and threw it behind him, closing the distance between them again as he sucked her breast into his mouth.

He rolled his tongue around her nipple and Y/N gasped, gripping his hair and bringing him closer to her. He released her breast from his mouth with a small pop, his face burying itself in the valley between her breasts and inhaling the fragrance. He dragged his tongue all the way to her neck, her jaw, her chin and eventually into her open mouth. He sucked on her tongue as she took a hold of his tie, pulling it loose and snapping open the buttons of his white shirt.

Y/N was desperate to touch Yoongi and as soon as her hands felt the warmth of his smooth skin under her fingers she sighed, laying her palms flat against his chest and rubbing the skin. She had waited too damn long and at that moment she didn’t care if someone would knock on the door. She hadn’t missed how Yoongi had locked his door behind her when she came in, but either way it wouldn’t matter if anyone walked in on them at that point. She wanted him, and she would have him.

Catching up to her hastiness Yoongi undressed just as quickly, throwing away his blazer which was followed by his shirt and tie. His hands moved to Y/N’s skirt, flicking the buttons open and pulling down as her hands worked on unbuckling his belt. As his trousers dropped to the floor, he pulled his briefs down to his ankles, his cock springing free from the containment and growing painfully hard at the sight of Y/N stepping out of her skirt.

He stopped her as she moved to pull off her thin black stockings, staring at the skin he could see through the translucent material. His mind snapped a picture of how Y/N looked right then, naked on his table, with a poor excuse for cloth covering her legs which were accentuated by her black pumps.

“Those stay on.” He growled, and much to his annoyance she bit her lip and smirked at him. As he made to grab her waist, Y/N put a firm hand on his shoulder. With the slightest pressure, she was pushing him down, face lowering past her shoulders, jaw and her navel to the only place that he knew he wanted to be at.

Her strength was incomparable to his really, and he could throw her off in a second if he wanted to, but her eyes fixed on his sent him into a trance and he was surrendering, sitting on his knees, his eyes leveling with her dripping heat.

“Eat me.” Y/N commanded and without a second thought, Yoongi buried his face into her heat, his tongue licking a broad strip over her folds gathering her sweet juices. Y/N moaned as her hands clutched his hair, tugging at the roots in want.

The treat was long awaited, and Y/N enjoyed just how good he looked at that moment, his face stuffed into her core and doing all she told him to. Yoongi poured in all of his anger into it, how she’d pissed him off, how she’d constantly kept him sexually frustrated for the past few months and just how unfair the situation was when she displayed her power.

His mouth ravaged her, gulping down every drop that slipped from her heat and pushing his tongue into her hole for more. His hands grabbed her thighs, feeling the soft material of her stockings stretch under the force of his fingers. Pulling up both of her legs, he rested them on his shoulder, the pointed edge of her pumps digging into his back as she clenched her thighs around his head.

Y/N gripped her hands at the edge of the table as Yoongi fucked her with his tongue, the soft muscle curling inside her walls wonderfully as his hands kept her from shutting her thighs together from the pleasure. She wanted to finish right there, and she knew that was what Yoongi would love to do to her, make her cum with his tongue alone. Gripping Yoongi’s hair tighter she pulled him away from her heat, his eyes hooded with lust as her juices dripped down his chin. She pulled his face closer to hers, swiping her tongue from his chin to his bottom lip, collecting her arousal and pushing it into his mouth. He let her in so easily, lapping hungrily at the sweetness and moaning.

“I want you inside me.” She moaned, reaching for his cock and pumping it twice to spread the pre cum leaking from his tip before pushing the tip into her heat. Yoongi grunted at the sudden shift in pleasure, his eyes closing as he pushed into her fully and bottomed out.

“Fuck, so tight. So wet, sweetness.” He groaned, and Y/N held on tighter to him, pushing him backwards until he landed on the chair behind while she settled down on his lap. She pushed down onto him slowly, rolling her hips and adjusting to his size. Her hands gripped his shoulders for support and Yoongi wrapped his around her waist to keep her from falling.

Her lips were latched to his collarbone sucking on his skin no doubt creating the same red patterns that he had done over her chest and shoulders. His hands moved up the span of her bare back to her neck and he slipped his hands into her hair and pulled her face to his. He managed to kiss her while she bounced on his cock, her breasts touching his chin and neck with every move.

He cupped her ass as she circled her hips against him, and he buried his face once more between her breasts. He tightened his hold on her as he hauled her up, and placed her on the table, pushing her backwards and laying her down as he climbed the table on his knees, straddling her. Smirking, she spread her legs wider, and Yoongi’s eyes slipped to her heat, groaning at how filthy the sight was to look at. Another push and he would crumble.

His eyes flared in anger at her cockiness and he decided on the only thing he could do. Punish her. He thrust into her suddenly, knocking the breath out of her as he bottomed out, only giving her a second to compose herself before he slammed into her repeatedly. Y/N’s face was twisting into a fucked-out look that Yoongi considered dangerous rather than a sign of weakness.

Her body jerked as he pushed into her, moans slipping out from her mouth with every thrust and sometimes overlapping to turn into gasps as he increased his pace. His hands were laid flat on her belly holding her down and making sure she took every inch of his length. She let out a slight gasp as he smacked her breasts, marveling at how they bounced with every thrust. Looking down on her as he towered over her naked figure, spread out on his office table while he pounded into her, it was his fantasy coming to reality.

He savored every moment of being in control, being the one that made her look so fucked out underneath him that the sight alone had his orgasm teetering on the edge. But he refused to give in, he refused to come until she did, and with all the will power he had in him, he pulled her up by her waist and held her tight to his chest, hitting her deeper from the new angle.

Even as his ego swelled, he knew he was far from being in control. He’d already seen what Y/N could do; she had made him get on his knees first, and he had enjoyed it more than he would’ve ever imagined. At that moment, as he sucked on her breasts and his hand teased her clit, he knew that she was letting him be in control. It was obvious that they both were into power play. Y/N was her own person, independent, strong and she didn’t need anybody but herself to keep her satisfied, much like him and that made everything about her so god damn sexy.

As Y/N felt the cool metal of Yoongi’s Rolex rub against her clit, she shivered, pushing herself down to match every one of his thrusts, the feeling of him deep inside and the cool metal on her nub driving her closer to her orgasm. Yoongi was quick to observe, her walls clenching around him tightly, and he worked his fingers faster on her clit, desperate to get her to reach her release first.

He almost thought he’d succeeded as Y/N’s walls were so tight around him, he let himself climb the high and as soon as he let his guard down, he knew he was done for when he noticed the glint in her eyes. She swooped down to lick a broad strip across his abdomen and with the same need to devour him, she pulled his nipple into her mouth, biting the pebble and twisting her tongue around the skin deliciously. When she moaned against his skin, the vibration shot straight down to his cock deep inside her and he shattered. As he groaned into her hair, his fingers instinctively pinched her clit and she was following him, tipping over the edge.

Both had their heads tilted back as they rode out their highs, their pants becoming the only thing they could hear as the sound of their skin slapping together reduced and eventually halted. Y/N could feel Yoongi’s hot load dripping out of her heat, pooling on the table as they clutched each other tight.

Once they’d both regained their breathing, Y/N chuckled and bit her lip. “That was a good strategy. Very deep.”

Yoongi snorted. “Yes, I do love how it fit so perfectly.” He murmured against her hair and pushed into her slightly to emphasis on the fitting part. As soon as he did, he was growing hard again, and the fact that Y/N’s walls were still so snugly wrapped around him was only adding fuel to the fire.

Y/N looked at him with raised eyebrows, “Is that what I think it is?”, she bit her lips and Yoongi blushed. When he made to pull out, Y/N wouldn’t let go of him, holding him tighter and inside her.

“Door’s locked.” She grinned and Yoongi cursed, almost cumming again right there.

He growled as he picked her up off the table and carried her to the nearest wall. Playfully biting at her nose, he pressed her against the wall, lips finding hers as they dove back in. In his mind, he’d figured out his schedule for the day, and he would do it over and over on every inch of his office.

“It will be as long as you’re here, sweetness.”

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Through my writing journey, I came across many good ideas but my motivation to write the last dot before the THE END goodbye, was challenging me. And it still is. I find it hard to finish things just for myself, sometimes I need guidance.

So, I have ᴇxᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡꜱ!

If you like me are going through this 2024 drought and wish 2025 could come faster, or you have many ideas for a good story you would like to read, but you are not really a writer and you think I could be the person who will turn your ideas into words, I would like to announce that FANFICTION REQUESTS are officially OPEN!

If you are interested, please carefully read further:

ᴡʜʏ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱᴋ? As 2023 had been turning the pages, a whiff of dread got to my senses, closing its door was just as empty as I imagined. 2024 has started as a rollercoaster of emotions, better known as copying. I think we could all use that sadness, pride, anger, love, denial, and adventure to battle the silence. What better way than by unleashing the power of our imagination? Would you like to become my laboratory rat, try my coping techniques?

ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ? I am open to teamwork, collaboration. Whether you've been writing for ages or just giving it a shot, your stories are what bring our fandom to life. So, if you've got a creative spark, let's dive into this adventure together! Grab a pen or your keyboard, and let's get started!

ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ? No problem! I challenge myself to turn your ideas into stories. Just follow the guidelines and send me your request.

ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ? Absolutely! While we all may be short of money, I am not trying to earn anything but experience.

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ꜱᴜʙᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ (read carefully):

✔️ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴʀᴇꜱ: I am excited to explore various themes

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ (❤) ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ (✍︎):

↝ Friendship and Bonds ❤❤❤

↝ Slice of life ❤❤❤

↝ Identity and Self Discovery ❤❤❤❤❤

↝ Loss and Grief ❤❤❤

↝ Humour ❤

↝ Betrayal and Trust ❤❤

↝ Exploration of emotions ❤❤❤❤❤

↝ Forbidden Love ❤❤❤❤

↝ Dreams and Nightmares ❤

↝ Mythology and Legends ✍︎

↝ Time travel ✍︎

↝ Parallel dimensions ✍︎

↝ Fate and Destiny ✍︎

↝ Survival ✍︎

↝ Adventure and Exploration ✍︎

ɢᴇɴʀᴇꜱ:

↝ Romance

↝ Angst

↝ Fluff

↝ Hurt/Comfort

↝ Mature → 18+, → strong language, → adult scenes (smut), → alcohol use, drugs use, → mild violence

↝ Family

↝ Friendship

↝ Fantasy

↝ Alternative Universe

↝ Canon Setting

ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ I feel like this is an important topic I should address. My main focus is on TAEKOOK but I have no problems with side ships within the group or ships that include original characters.

❌ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

While creativity knows no bounds and I have no problem exploring more mature themes and genres (check ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴʀᴇꜱ), let's keep it respectful. I would like the stories to be enjoyable for everyone.

ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ:

Rape No consensual content (alcohol, drug use, sex) as well as Dubious consent Abuse Religious and war themes

ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ-ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ

!!! ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ !!!

Incest or Taboo Relationships Discrimination Self-harm or Suicide (a reference to mental illness ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ) Overly descriptive brutal violence

ɢᴇɴʀᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ:

Mafia Kidnapping Human trafficking

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ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ I want the fanfictions to be accessible to a wider community, therefore the only language acceptable is English. If someone wants to translate a story, please contact the story idea creator.

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ I would like to start with one-shots. The length will differ based on your submission (number of characters, number of themes, special requests (e.g. detailed descriptions of environment/ character, backstory)) You can always specify the number of words.

You can refer to this table:

Iron One-shots: Length: 100 to 1,000 words

Stories that describe characters or explore a specific theme within a limited number of words.

Emerald Oneshots: Length: 1,000 to 5,000 words

Stories that allow deeper character development, more complex plot, and theme exploration.

Golden Oneshots: Length: 5,000 to 10,000 words

Stories with detailed plotlines (subplots), character arcs, and themes

Diamond Oneshots: Length: 10,000+ words

Novel or short novel length

ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʙᴍɪᴛ I prefer communication through email, I find it easy and clear if further discussion is needed, but I of course understand this way of contact is not for everyone. So, below I listed your options:

Email Send your ideas to [email protected] with the ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ʟɪɴᴇ: "TaeKook Fanfiction Request - 2024COPING "

AO3 You can write your requests in the comment section HERE

Tumblr You can send me a message, ask a question or leave a comment under this post

Discord You can find me as lp28_tk

Don't forget to include your name, nickname, pseudonym or the link to your page/profile so I can tag you and give you credits, or let me know if you'd like to stay anonymous - your credits will of course be given, only your name won't be mentioned.

Form Please submit your form here

Please note that with more options on how to submit your requests, the chances that I will miss your message are higher. So: If I don’t respond to you WITHIN FIVE DAYS, please send me a DM. Please mind the DIFFERENT TIME ZONES.

Once you send your fanfiction request, within four days I will respond to you with whether I ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ it or ɴᴏᴛ (it should meet the criteria OR I may have already had too many requests so I will ask you if you don’t mind waiting), I will also let you know about the estimated time when your story will be delivered (the time can change). I may also have some questions, if so, please answer them. After a reply, you can ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ and find your request on the board along with its state.

Before submitting your fanfiction request, please check the queue and whether I accept requests at the moment.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ It of course depends on the story length on your submission date and how many people are in a queue before you (you can check this information ʜᴇʀᴇ). Estimated time for delivery: 1 ᴛᴏ 2 ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ. Once I finish your story, I will send you a ᴘᴅꜰ ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ. You will be the first one to have access and within the next two days, I will upload the story on my ᴀᴏ3 ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ and on my ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ᴘᴀɢᴇ with your credits.

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ:

ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ For now, I only accept BTS fanfictions/ TAEKOOK

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ Identify and describe (their role in the story, their characteristic traits you would like to see explored, relationships, appearance of your original characters or BTS) the characters you want the story to include

ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ Describe the setting (world) and time period for the story. Whether it's in the canon, an alternate universe, or a different time

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ Describe the genre the story should follow (check ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴʀᴇꜱ) I also accept a blend of genres.

ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴏʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ Describe a basic plot idea or prompt. This could be a specific scenario, event, or theme you'd like to see explored in the fanfiction. I also accept stories based on songs, but don’t forget to describe it further, everyone may interpret the song differently.

ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ Please choose an ending for your story and describe it further for me.

Happy Ending (Your characters (protagonist, main characters) achieve their goal)

Sad Ending (Sad, tragic ending for your characters)

Bittersweet Ending (Ending is a combination of sadness and happiness)

Ambiguous Ending (Ending is unclear or open to multiple interpretations)

Open Ending (Questions remain unanswered)

Twist Ending (The ending is surprising and unexpected for a reader)

Other

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ Specify your preferred word length (please refer to ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ -> table).

ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ Clarify the desired rating (e.g., General Audiences, Teen and Up, Mature, M/M, F/M).

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ Include any additional preferences or details important to you. This could be specific elements, themes to avoid, or any particular narrative style you prefer.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ If there are specific themes or content that you're uncomfortable with, let me know the warnings so the final story will meet your comfort levels.

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ Mention if you have a preference for a certain writing style (e.g., first person, third person, present tense, past tense, narrator of your story).

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ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ! The only payment I ask you for is to send this to someone you think would be interested, share the news, and let's make 2025 come faster.

I can't wait to bring your incredible worlds and characters to life.

Lara

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fanficwriterinfinity · 4 years ago

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Secret Love Song-Taekook/Vkook

Summary- Song prompt based on Secret Love Song by Little Mix & Jason Derulo. I suggest listening to the song while reading this.

Jungkook

Sometimes, Jungkook wished his dreams were reality. And not the weird dreams where a huge monster entered their concert with a ticket and started screaming Linkin Park lyrics. No, he wanted his other dreams to be real.

Like the one he had last night, where he and Taehyung, his fellow bandmate and boyfriend of 2 years were in a club, and they made out. Or the one where Taehyung kissed him in front of fans after he proposed to him on a busy road in Seoul.

Jungkook disliked-no, he hated the fact that he and Taehyung couldn’t date in public. Their PR manager said it would be too risky, given that South Korean audiences would not have to best reaction to Jungkook coming out as bisexual, or Taehyung coming out as gay, let alone them revealing that they were in love with each other. And they couldn’t do that to the band, not after they had been so supportive of the couple. So, the opted to keep their relationship a secret, reducing it to stolen glances at each other and flirting that could be passed off as fanservice.Sometimes, Jungkook cries when they are returning from an interview. He makes sure Taehyung sits in front, so that his lover can’t see his tears. He cries because he can’t be honest in interviews. If someone asks them if any of them are dating, Jungkook has to lie. If someone asks whether they are in love, or who their love songs are about, he has to lie again. And Jungkook hates lying, especially about stuff that means so much to him.If he had a choice, he would shout from the fucking rooftop of the BigHit building that he and Tae were in love, and they were dating, and that Jungkook wanted to propose to him soon, but hadn’t bought a ring yet. Even if he could shout just once, it would be okay.

Taehyung

Ever since he was a child, Taehyung had loved the concept of having a soulmate. Someone who fit with you perfectly like the way two puzzle pieces fit together. Someone who, no matter how many ups and downs you faced, would always be there by your side. For a very long time, he thought it was Jimin, but in fact, it was someone else.Jungkook was his soulmate. He was someone who contrasted yet mixed perfectly with him. Jungkook was someone who knew exactly what Tae needed at any point, whether he needed a hug after a long day, or a bowl of ramen after a round of rough sex that left Taehyung sore. Sometimes, Taehyung was surprised that, put of all the people in the world, Jungkook had chosen him, with all his flaws and insecurities. And he knew that Jungkook felt the same, after the night where Jungkook had cried because he thought that their management was going to make them break up.

Taehyung would love to tell the truth about him and Jungkook to people. He hated that “Taekook” was just reduced to fanfiction and theory videos when it was so much more than that. He hated that their love for each other was reduced to stolen kisses after performances and secret glances during interviews and shoddy flirting. Of course, every now and then they did something that was put under fan speculation, but that was it.

That’s why Taehyung was sitting on his computer, writing an e-mail to their management with the title ‘Request to reveal relationship’. He hadn’t told Jungkook yet, but he would before he sent it, and the mail was far from ready. Namjoon hyung, upon hearing Taehyung complain about keeping it a secret, suggested that he could try writing a letter to their management and telling them that he wished to reveal his relationship. Most of their fanbase shipped them, so they would probably love to see them as a couple, it was more or less obvious at this point, and Taehyung thought that this would really help the LGBTQ community in Korea if they came out. It would help normalize gay couples, and maybe give other idols a chance to come out. And then hopefully other people would come out, and South Korea would cave in to make these people feel safe, after all, no one should be discriminated based on who they loved.

It was a small step to the start of getting their management to help Jungkook and Taehyung come out as a couple. And he didn’t want to start hoping too soon, but he could already imagine a world where they had come out; a world where their love song wasn’t a secret anymore.

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houseforarmys · 4 years ago

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Hello! It’s been awhile welcome back!🥺💜 The moodboard is so pretty! It gives me model Taehyung vibes! Maybe Jeongguk could be his manager and they work tgt and no one suspects they’re actually dating bcs they’re always together until one... paparazzi stalks them and takes a photo of them kissing when they’re on a date! Sounds a bit angsty lol but I hope it’s good enough! I missed you sm🥺💜

my lil tlou2 hater i missed you so fcking much🥺💜 "sounds a bit angsty" baby, i stan hyyh ynkk you cannot break me more than that😔

pairing: taekook

genre: angst, fluff (no warnings)

with taehyung's head on his chest, jeongguk scrolled through his notes, the ones writting on his phone with hour and activity. the ones that taehyung always groaned about.

"baby, it's ten. at eleven you have to go to the gym, jimin is supposedly waiting for you there. at two you have lunch with that big guy for the cover of the magazine next month,"

"yeah, yeah. and at four i have make up, at five i have a photoshot, at seven i have another checkup at the doctor. i know, baby,"

"we gotta get up then, i need you to make it on time, tae,"

"take me out for breakfast?"

and who was jeongguk to say no to that pout. when his lips landed on taehyung's, the model giggled. taehyung knew that was a clear yes, that they'd have breakfast in his favorite café, and so he got up and grabbed clothes before rushing to the bathroom.

jeongguk smiled and gently moved up, walking towards his side of the closet to pick something that'd fit the schedule.

after both were showered and smelling like the other liked, jeongguk grabbed his boyfriend's hand and walked out of the house, locking it as taehyung walked inside the driver's seat. jeongguk sat by his side and put his seatbelt before grabbing his phone.

taehyung started driving once he was ready to and smiled while mumbling the lyrics of the song that started playing.

"i texted jimin, he's already at the gym but he's changing your work out routine,"

"again?" taehyung said, turning right.

"as many times as needed, baby. yoongi-hyung has prepared the set for the photoshot and seokjin-hyung has your makeup and outfit prepared already too,"

"love, i don't really wanna hear all that about my busy day while my stomach is growling for some warm chocolate," taehyung said and jeongguk responded with a chuckle.

"i'm acting like your manager now. i can act back like your boyfriend when we get home, baby,"

"yeah, like at... midnight? i'm tired of that,"

"it's for your own well being, tae. hey, we both know this," but taehyung, tired of the topic, didn't reply. jeongguk didn't force anything further.

the car was parked soon after, and jeongguk came out of it first. by the time he had walked in front of the driver's seat, taehyung was already out. jeongguk smiled, reassuringly as he held his boyfriend's hand. taehyung, looked at their linked hands, and sighed.

"i know you hate this. and i know you don't want us to hide, tae, but this can ruin your career. i rather have you silently if it means you can do what you love, baby,"

"i just wanna love you without being scared of being seen or of losing my job. you don't deserve that either," taehyung said. "you deserve to be shown around because you're so worthy, guk,"

jeongguk smiled and ran his fingers on top of his cheek, opening the palm to cover the side view of taehyung's lips before kissing him, briefly. taehyung just replied, with a wide smile and the innocent thought of that being their first public kiss.

they shared a smile, one that finished their conversation, before they walked inside the café.

an hour later, when taehyung parked the car in front of the gym, jeongguk stopped him from going out.

"wait, jimin is telling me to not go outside together," taehyung frowned. "oh,"

"what?"

"fuck, fuck. i knew we shouldn't have kissed. it blew up already, taehyung," jeongguk said, anxious and scared. taehyung just grabbed his phone from his hands to see the picture himself. "and now what do we do, tae?"

"hey, hey, calm down,"

"how the fuck am i going to calm down!" jeongguk screamt. "we... maybe we should break up?"

"what? no! guk, do you love me? i love you, i don't fucking care about what people think anymore, but we've both known that i never wanted to hide, so... this is the perfect chance, guk,"

"i don't want you to lose your job for me. i don't care about mine-" before he could even finish, taehyung just pressed his lips on top of his.

"we can manage. if they want me in their magazines, they gotta accept me as i am, fuck them,"

"are you sure you wanna through this just... for me?"

"especially for you," taehyung laughed gently before daring to kiss him again.

when jeongguk's phone rang, both ignored it. taehyung just opened the door and helped his boyfriend out of the vehicle before walking to the gym, where jimin still waited with a smile. yoongi, seokjin still waited with the same joyful expression. and while the day ended few hours earlier due to some people calling off the meetings, it ended with more kisses and with taehyung being much happier.

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minstrivia · 4 years ago

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@ ANY AND ALL MEMBERXMEMBER FANFICTION WRITERS LURKING ON THE BLOG OF OUR TAEGIKOOK QUEEN EDEN THIS IS NO LONGER A REQUEST YOU ARE NOW MORALLY AND LEGALLY OBLIGATED TO WRITE TAEGIKOOK DOM!TAEKOOK SUB!YOONGI SMUT AJSHJDJFJG okay but not really but like if you would like to use your talent to feed some hungry taegikook souls 👀👀

AJSJSJSJSJ I LITERALLY NEED IT SO BAD!! i just want a talented writer to see my cry for help 😭😔

#WHAT MUST I DO 😭😭#the lack of sub yoongi in this fandom is getting to me ajdjdkdk #edenanswers #minstrels

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awake-not-today · 6 years ago

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A taekook when they first fall for each other?? thanks

Here you go!

I can’t be without you

Taekook: Taehyung X Jungkook

Fluffy as f*ck, my dudes. Straight sweetness.

SEND A REQUEST!

It wasn’t like they’d even realized it at first.

The thing was that they’d always been that way. They’d always been touchy, borderline flirty. They didn’t see anything different between them, but everyone else did. They noticed the small changes, they just had to wait for the boys to notice them too.

And eventually one of them did. Jungkook. He noticed the way his gaze lingered a little longer on Taehyung as he spoke, he noticed the way touches suddenly seemed to be setting his skin alight. He noticed when he was crawling into Tae’s bed each night instead of his own. But he didn’t understand, not at first. He just assumed they were getting closer as friends, and decided to ignore the way his heart would speed up whenever Tae leaned into him.

But then he did know what it was, he did understand. He knew what it was that his heart was so desperately trying to tell him. He’d woken up on a sofa, finding the familiar weight of his hyung curled up against him, and his first thought was ‘I can’t be without you.’

Jungkook was terrified at the thought, he was scared to admit it to himself because this was his first time feeling that was about anyone, but this wasn’t just anyone. This was Taehyung. This was the boy who brought him out of his shell, the one who played a role in shaping him into the person he is. This was someone he’d adored for so long as family, but then he realized that Tae had never really been family in the same was as his other hyungs. Tae was on a different level. Jungkook had always loved him that way.

After that he had tried to make some distance, the touches becoming less frequent, the hand holding coming to a stop, the bed sharing ending altogether. He didn’t do it because he was ashamed, how could he be ashamed to love someone so beautiful? No. He did it because he was afraid that his true heart would be revealed to Taehyung, and Tae wouldn’t like it. He was afraid that his feelings may hurt Taehyung somehow and so he swallowed them down as best he could and kept his distance. But he just couldn’t do it.

The nights were too long, too cold, and he found himself shuffling into Tae’s bed in the early hours, only to be engulfed in an embrace by his sleeping hyung. And god did it feel good, it felt like coming home night after night. And he hated it. He hated that he felt this way, because eventually everything would come to light, but he had to make the most of what he could get. No matter how selfish it was.

Whenever Tae was near him he found himself being pulled in, like a magnet dragging him closer. He initiated the hand holding, he’d bump against Tae to hint at a hug or a touch, and he absolutely despised how selfish he was being. But he needed it, he couldn’t be without it. He couldn’t be without him, he was so in love that it hurt.

And Jungkook did tell him, he told Tae many times how he felt. He confessed a thousand times, but never when Tae could hear him.

Onstage, with ear pieces in and music blaring, he’d whisper “I love you.”

In bed, when Tae was soundly sleeping, he’s whisper “I need you.”

When Tae had his back to him, engulfed in an embrace from behind by the younger man, Jungkook would mouth “I can’t be without you.”

But what he didn’t realize was that Tae had realized it too. Tae had come to his senses and understood that he was in love. But like Jungkook he was afraid to admit his feelings, however unlike Jungkook Tae didn’t shy away, he tried to let him know in small ways. The borderline flirting became actual flirting.

He’d meet his gaze as it lingered, trying to convey his feelings in a look. His touches lasted longer, his fingers trailing to parts of Jungkook that he’d never touched before. He’d sneak in kisses when nobody was paying attention, a brief touch of his lips to JK’s hair or the back of his neck when the younger was too preoccupied to notice it.

They were dumb. So very dumb and oblivious to each other.

The way Tae noticed it was also after a sleep. He’d woke up in his bed, eyes blinking in the sunlight streaming through his window, and found Jungkook’s face so close to his own. It wasn’t the first time he’d looked at his friend, he knew every inch of that face, but there was something different in the way he was looking at him. It was like he was seeing him for the first time, as if the sun was illuminating all the things he’s missed. Jungkook had woken up then, smiling sleepily at Taehyung and Tae felt his heart stutter as his mind said the words “I am so in love with you.”

That’s how it was for a long while, months in fact. The two boys getting closer and closer, while simultaneously dancing around the feelings they kept away like dirty little secrets. Their bandmates and brothers had noticed the shift in their behaviour, and had even tried to point it out to them. But it was absolutely useless. The boys were clueless and nothing seemed to sink in for them.

That is until one day, it did.

Tae had been exhausted, and so had Jungkook. The day had been long, and both boys just wanted to nap. And so Namjoon had sent them off to sleep it off on the sofa while the other guys continued to practice. He knew they hadn’t been sleeping well, he’d heard them in the night pacing the front room while the other slept. He knew that their feelings were coming to the surface but there was nothing he could do but watch them suffer. It hurt him too, not only as their leader but as their brother.

They collapsed together on the sofa as they usually did, Tae hugging Jungkook close as he rested his head on his shoulder. But he couldn’t sleep straight away, he just lay with his eyes closed in hopes that slumber would take him soon. They’d been laying for a long while when he heard Jungkook mumble above him, keeping his eyes closed as he listened and tried to understand what they younger was saying.

A hand brushed through his hair, stopping to twiddle the ends through his fingers, before coming down to brush against Tae’s cheek. It took everything he had not to stop breathing at the touch, to remain calm as Jungkook touched him so tenderly and lovingly. And then finally Jungkook spoke again, his voice filled with such sorrow that Tae felt a lump forming in his throat. “I wish you could love me the way I love you.”

Jungkook sighed sadly and Tae couldn’t take it. He had to know, the words holding such a tempting promise for him that maybe he wasn’t alone in how he felt. He tilted his head, bumping his nose against Jungkook’s chin and opening his eyes to meet the younger’s panicked gaze. “How do you love me?”

“I can’t tell, you Tae.” Jungkook breathed, eyes wide and fearful, but so sad that it broke Taehyung’s heart to see him that way. Tae shifted slightly, raising his head and chest to hover slightly above the younger.

“Do you love me as I love you? Because I love you more than I could even really say.” Tae whispered, eyes flickering over Jungkook’s face, trying to detect any discomfort or alarm at his confession. “I don’t love you as a friend, or a brother. I love you as someone who never wants to leave your side. I love as someone who thinks the world revolves just for you. I love you as someone who sees the stars in your eyes. I love you as someone who is in love with you. I am in love with you.”

“Tae.” Jungkook mumbled, swallowing roughly as the words echoed around his mind. He couldn’t even begin to form a sentence as Tae looked at him that way. His eyes holding a promise of everything he could want, while being filled with such an intense fear at the same time. Finally he took a breath and closed his eyes, “I can’t be without you. I love you so much.”

The older wasted no time, leaning in to press a kiss to his Jungkook’s lips, something he’d wanted to do for so long. It was short, sweet, still. Their lips simply pressing together as Tae waited patiently for Jungkook’s reaction. The hands coming to wrap around him and pull him further on top of the younger, running up and down his back, gave him all the answers he needed, and Tae leaned in again, the kiss deepening this time but not too much so. A simple declaration of their feelings without words.

Yoongi watched from the doorway, so relieved and overjoyed that it had finally happened. He’d come to check in on the boys, opening the door silently as not to wake them, only to find them mid confession. He closed the door again just as quietly and left them to it, heading back to the studio, happy that he didn’t have to carry the weight of their secrets anymore.

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