#what is love if not honking ur partners sides

[twigsyy]

honk

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

I cannot get enough of ur Tangerine smut LAWD I love it. Would you ever write one where he and the reader are on a mission and Tan screws up something so the reader lets out her anger (& repressed attraction) on him by throwing a punch so he puts her in her place & it just gets FILTHY😩

hii! thank you! omg I LOVE shit like this, and the tension🤭 you wanted filthy, im giving you filthy. also sorry it’s taken so long. thank you for requesting, hope you like it��

wrong turn

Tangerine x fem!Reader

wc || 1.9k (oops, couldn’t stop writing it)

warnings || 18+ only. swearing + explicit content (literal word porn, repressed attraction kinda sex- the good kind. p in v) minors dni

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Being professional partners with Tangerine was never easy, especially if Lemon wasn’t there to diffuse tension. You desperately relied on Lemon to be the buffer between you and Tangerine, but unfortunately, he was back at home, bed-bound with tonsillitis. So this week, it was just you and Tangerine, together for five long days in an unfamiliar city.

“You’re going the wrong way.” You state, pointing to the sign before he gets a chance to speed past.

“I’m not, this is the right way.” He grumbles, keeping his eyes on the road in front.

“No, this way is going into the city centre- it’s the wrong way.” Quickly checking the mirrors, grabbing the steering wheel to change lanes.

“What you doing? You prick… great. Stuck behind this fuckin knob.” He groans, honking at the lorry in front.

“There is a speed limit, you know.” You snark.

“Speed limit, my arse.” Swerving around the lorry that was hogging the lane.

“You don’t have to be such a prat.” You prod.

His neck whips around to flash you a face that said ‘come again?’ Immediately covering your mouth to stifle a cackle. “See? It’s the right way.” You taunt once more.

“Fuck off.” He mumbles under his breath.

“What’s that?” Tilting your head to the side.

“I said, well done.” Forcing a sarcastic smile, giving you an obnoxious thumbs up.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You jest, turning your attention to your window to hide your grin.

“Now, I’m fuckin lost.” He grumbles, pulling into a ditch.

“We’re gonna miss them.” You point out, checking the time on your phone. “I knew I should’ve driven… they’ve probably already left-“

“Will you shut up?” He groans, emphasising each word.

“No… if you weren’t so arrogant, we’d be there and gone by now.”

“Yeah, that’s real helpful, that.” He snarks, thumping his head back against the headrest.

“Let me drive?”

“No.”

“Why?” Face contorting. “I won’t crash your precious car.” You mock.

“You’re an awful driver.” He gutturally laughs to taunt you. “You go over a curb and you’re like ‘oops’” Grinning at the memory earnestly.

“No, I don’t.” You defend yourself, trying not to laugh.

“Yes, you do. You did it last week.” Deeply chuckling.

“When?” You object.

“Um, last week… Lem nearly went through the fuckin windshield.”

“Oh shut up- that didn’t happen.”

“Maybe… because you were…” pausing to lower his voice. “Singing to your music.”

“Sod off. Now move, we’re never gonna get there.” Swatting him from his seat.

“No.” Pushing your hands away to grip the steering wheel, pulling from the curb to continue driving.

“You have some issues.” You mimicked, slouching and sulking in your seat.

“Not the first woman to tell me that.” He added, grinning with his eyes glued to the road.

When you both finally arrive at the location, you notice the lack of cars parked outside the warehouse. Staring through the window, looking over your shoulder to Tan. “Where is everyone?”

“We must’ve missed them.” He claims.

“‘We’? Nah, you missed them. You got too much penis pride.” You state indifferently. Your eyebrows pull together when you hear him snicker from behind.

“Penis pride?” He mocks, hiding a grin.

“Shut up, you know what I meant.”

“Nah, I don’t. Elaborate.” His head tilted to the side.

“Your need to be in charge because of” pausing briefly to face him again. “…that.” Pointing downwards.

“‘That’? He chuckles deeply. “You mean my cock.” His head lowering, his smirk taunting you.

“Shut up.” Turning back around to hide your burning cheeks.

“You blushing?” He mentions.

“No.”

“I can see you, you know.” He scoffs, waving into your window so you could see his reflection.

Quickly raising your hand to smack the light off, flashing him a scowl.

“Did I make you nervous?” He taunts one more, tapping the exposed skin on the nape of your neck. Immediately swatting it away, slapping his hand. “Anybody ever tell you not to touch a woman without her permission?” You ask with a faux glare.

Raising his hands to show his innocence, dropping them into his lap. “If I’d ask, you’d say yes.” He grins, leaning towards your seat. “Am I correct?

“You should be more annoyed about this.” You change the subject, gesturing to the empty warehouse.

“It weren’t my fault.” He shrugs.

“This again?”

“You brought it up.”

“It’s frustrating that you won’t admit it.”

“Admit what?”

Your face screws up, clearly growing irritated.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He taunts again.

Twisting around, smacking him hard against his bicep.

“Do it again… I dare you.” His head lowers, staring into your eyes.

Lifting your hand, you ball it into a fist, hitting him again. He wraps his hand around your wrist, holding it as he pulls it away. “I don’t think so.” He shakes his head, lowering your hand to his thigh.

His grip over your hand was loose so you had plenty of opportunity to pull away, but you didn’t. You just stared into his eyes as you silently agreed to let his hand move yours. Trailing it up his thigh.

“Look down.” He says quietly, his eyes nodding to his crotch.

Slowly glancing down, noticing the huge tent in his trousers. Turning your gaze back to his face, pleadingly looking up at him through hooded eyes.

His fingers softly brush up your thigh, intensely staring at your shallow breathing chest. Lingering a singular finger up your arm until he reached your neck, slowly trailing up your throat and up to your parted lips. Brushing over the soft skin, staring directly into your soul.

It was like some sort of mind game, a game to see who would crack first. You wanted it to be him, but the way he touched you so lightly made you question your strength.

His other hand continues to graze up your thigh, itching upwards and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. It was like a switch went off in your brain that told you ‘fuck it.’ Crawling yourself over the gearstick to straddle his thick thighs. Instinctively he slides his seat back, allowing more space for you. Gently yanking the sides of your face, desperately pulling you in for an urgent kiss. Brashly working over yours with soft content groans, his hands sliding down to grip your neck. Loosely holding as he trails kisses along your throat, his thumb lifting your jaw to allow him better access, grazing wet hurried kisses along the skin.

His hands snake around your back, his fingers spread wide as he clasps your skin, desperately needing to feel more of you. Lazily licking up your throat to resume deep kisses to your needy lips.

His fingers lightly teasing over your back, travelling down to grip your waist. Pulling you further down into his lap, grinding you against his aching clothed cock. “Fuckin hell.” He groans between kisses, heavily exhaling into your mouth.

Pulling yourself in him closer, your chest flush with his. Wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair to deepen the heavy makeout.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He murmurs against your skin. Sliding his hands under your clothing so he could freely roam your body. Grazing his fingertips over your hot flesh.

“I want you.” Burying your face into the nape of his neck, quietly panting against his skin.

Tan looks up at you, scanning your face, taking in the beauty of your natural features. Eyes darting over your face.

“What?” You ask, a hint of worry in your voice.

“Nothing… you’re just beautiful.” He grins, nuzzling his face between your chest.

“Softie.” You sweetly joke, smiling down at him. Your eager hands unbuttoned his shirt, as he fiddled with yours, practically ripping your top from you. His palms immediately clutching to your chest with a wide grin across his face, kneading into them through your bra.

He snakes his hands over your hips, grabbing them to lift you up. Instinctively, you reach down to undo his trousers, unzipping them so he could slide the fabric out from under himself. Slipping your hands down, prying away the waistband of his boxers, allowing his cock to spring out and stand attentively against his stomach.

His fingers slide up your inner thighs, roaming over the wet patch in your underwear. Smirking as he slips his hand into the fabric, teasing through your wet folds. Separating the fabric and dragging it over to the side to create an opening for him.

Gripping himself from the base, giving himself a couple firm tugs, never once leaving your eyes. Scanning your face for permission once more, to which you eagerly nod.

Lifting yourself to hover over him, aligning yourself with his tip. Gripping himself, sliding his head through your slick. Slowly pushing himself into you, urgently grabbing around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. Steadily lowering you down, allowing his full length to completely fill you. Melting and moulding around him as he keeps you still, bottoming out. You desperately wrap your arms back around his neck, urgently bringing his face into your chest. Your neck slack, as soft pleading whimpers escape your parted lips.

He lifts you from him, lowering you down to sink back in. Leisurely bucking his hips so you could engulf his sensitive cock. He softly sucks on your lower neck, nibbling and grazing sloppy kisses up the length.

Grasping your skin tightly as he winds himself up into you, softly groaning against your now red skin. Milling your hips, grinding yourself over him. Working your walls over his cock, massaging yourselves with every gentle bounce.

He slides his hands up your back, tangling his fingers into a lock of hair at the back of your head, gently tugging to brashly kiss up your throat. Purposely marking you, littering small red patches in a trail behind.

Desperately running your hands over his chest, brushing over his shoulders and sinking your fingers in. Clasping at his muscly torso, dropping your head into the nape of his neck, breathing staggered whimpers against his skin.

His thrusts become more focused as he pokes up into you, grabbing you urgently to fuck you down into himself. Deeply groaning against your collarbone, messily kissing along it.

“Can I cum in you?” He asks in almost a whimper.

Nodding vigorously as your whines grow louder, gripping the back of his head and pushing it into your bouncing chest.

Clamping down, your walls spasming and fluttering around him with your climax. Your intense shudders draw out his own release, spilling deep inside of you.

Slowing down he continues to sloppily fuck his cum into you, holding your jaw to gaze into your eyes. Eagerly pulling your face towards his, slipping his tongue into your mouth, enthusiastically working over your lips.

Breathlessly separating, he sweetly looks up at you before brushing a few rouge strands of hair behind your ear. You slowly lift yourself from him, hovering over his thighs as you smile widely at him. Shifting your weight so you could sit across his thighs, comfortably snuggling yourself into his chest.

“I’m quite glad they weren’t here.” You say quietly, snickering at the memory of what you just did.

“Should’ve done that ages ago.” He chuckles, draping his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer.

Both individually grinning to yourselves, consumed by the post-sex glaze over.

You twist your head up to look at him. “You ready to admit you were wrong?” You smirk.

“Ready to admit you’re a bad driver?”

[autocrats-in-love]

Heyyyy-

can u continue prompt 213! (if you wanna)

thanks sm i love ur writing ❤️❤️❤️

A Brief Distraction

Be warned: brief instance of blood

Prompt by . . .me (#213)

The hero stabbed at a piece of lettuce absentmindedly with their fork.

"Is something wrong?" the villain asked.

The hero looked around to check no one was listening.

"The person at that table is someone I captured, years ago. They look suspicious." The hero whispered to their partner.

The villain looked to where the hero discreetly gestured. There was a figure in a fancy suit with shifty eyes, who was getting up to leave.

"Oh no," the hero said. "I think I have to follow them. Do you mind me interrupting date night?"

The villain fiddled with the ring box in their coat pocket. They pasted on a fake smile.

"Not at all! Let's go, I'll help you." They replied.

The hero and villain walked a few metres behind the figure in a big coat and heeled boots that clicked on the sidewalk. The pair made sure to look casual. And avoid particularly bright streetlights. 

“So, who is this? What did they do?” the villain asked.

“I don’t know who they are. I arrested them for supernaturally armed robbery.” the hero responded. 

Damn. That was something to write home about. Supernatural weapons were infamously difficult to get in this realm.

“Supernatural how?”

“A knife that disintegrates you when you’re stabbed.”

“Wow.”

“I know.”

The figure took a hard right, running across the street. A few cars honked as they had to swerve to a sudden stop.

“Crap, crap, crap!” the hero said.

The two of them were being shaken.

“Well,” the villain said, grabbing the hero’s hand. “C’est la vie.”

They bolted across the road through the path between cars the figure had created. The figure turned briefly. Anger flared in their eyes. They whipped back around--tail of their hair covering flapping in the wind--and sped up. Their shoes clacked frantically. The villain’s own high-heeled shoes were not nearly as sturdy. 

“Should have gone for flats,” they muttered.

The hero laughed, out of breath.

“Why did you wear heels tonight anyway?” they asked.

The villain stuffed their hands in their coat pockets. In the left one was a golden ring, resting in a black velvet box. This was not how they had pictured tonight going. Less foot chases, at least.

“I was just in the mood for it, I guess.” the villain shrugged.

The target turned between two buildings. By the time the hero and villain caught up, the figure was gone.

“What?” the hero exclaimed. “How?”

“Hold on,” the villain said, staring down the space.

It was a blind alley, concrete wall of a factory at one end preventing anyone from fleeing their pursuers. The villain looked along the walls. Red bricks. Uneven. Many opportunities for hidden passages.

“Help me feel for chinks,” the villain told the hero. 

The hero nodded and hugged the wall, fingers ghosting along bumps and divots, trying to find a pattern. 

“So, how often do you arrest people for supernatural weaponry?” the villain asked.

“Only twice,” the hero responded with a grin.

“Really?” the villain asked. 

“Yeah, them and you.” The hero said.

The hero and villain had first met many perhaps a decade earlier. The hero had been sent in to stop an assault with potential extra-natural elements. The villain was found beating someone up--using a baseball bat that doubled the force of impact.

“Ah, to be young again,” the villain said fondly.

“You put that accountant in the hospital.”

“If you’re going to embezzle, at least have the decency to repay your debts.” the villain said. 

“Mmm, of course.” 

They could practically hear the hero rolling their eyes. The villain smiled and continued searching for an entrance. Their finger pressed against the sharp side of a nail and their hand shot back.

“Are you okay?” The hero asked, turning and taking the villain’s hand in theirs.

A bead of blood was already forming on their pointer finger.

“Yeah, yeah, fine,” the villain blushed. 

Somewhere deep in the building, gears turned. The pair strained to hear the clicking of wheels and the creaking of hinges. Eventually, the nail the villain had caught their finger on retracted back into the wall, and was replaced with a button.

“Impressive.” The hero said.

“A blood sacrifice? Dark.” The villain said.

“This night is really ramping up,” the hero said.

They were excited. They got like this when it came to thwarting evil. The villain had thought something different would have made the evening memorable, but no matter. The two of them would have plenty of time alone after this.

The villain pressed the button, and a silent door opened, camouflaged to look just like brickwork. Stairs led from it into darkness. 

“Let’s do this,” the hero said, taking the villain’s hand.

“Yes, let’s,” the villain replied, unaware of the camera focused on the two from above.

Part 2

[sweetheartjeongguk]

pretty kitty 3 (m)

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: hybrid au, camgirl au, fluff, smut

rating: nc-17

warning(s): drunk sex, impregnation kink, daddy kink, mentions of drugs and alcohol, taehyung and oc having the feels 

word count: 6.6k+

summary: you’re both jagged pieces of a puzzle, but you fit rather nicely together. 

the discovery | the denial | the meeting | the aftermath | the payback

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“You tired already?”

You huff out an annoyed breath. “Easy for you to say. You just stick your dick in while I gotta deal with your sweaty body on top of me. It’s like Niagara Falls every time you top.”

Seojoon clutches at his chest in offense. “How dare you? First of all, might I remind you that I made you that spicy ramen last night even though we all know it starts World War III in your guts and you were stuck on the toilet for an hour crying over your ‘ruined asshole’?”

“Why, you little—”  

You launch a pillow at his face, but unfortunately for you, his reflexes as a panther hybrid allow him to easily avoid your attempted assault.

“Anyways, I gotta get going.” Seojoon sighs in fake disappointment. “Hyungsik wanted to binge-watch My Hero Academia with me, but I’ve been avoiding him ever since I accidentally watched the season already.”

“Yikes, good luck dealing with that mess.”

You never really liked Hyungsik, and you’re 99.9% certain that the feeling’s mutual. Just something about him strikes a wrong chord with you, but Seojoon shrugs this off as irrational paranoia. Unwilling to argue with your friend, you force yourself to muster up the brightest phony smile whenever you stop by their apartment to hang out or drop something off.

“See you tomorrow!” He shouts as he escapes through the front door after slipping his clothes back on. “Great work today as always! Don’t forget my money, bitch!”

“Love you too, jackass.” You grumble as you lay in a starfish position on your mattress.  

The livestream ended an hour ago, but Seojoon stayed to help you clean up and recuperate after the camming session. While he’s a dumbass half the time, you admire him for his consistent attitude for quality aftercare, even after the most vanilla of encounters. This particular session gained you a hundred more viewers and a decent amount of money for you to share with. If your elementary school-level calculations serve you well, the night’s earnings combined with your last solo stream are enough to cover textbook costs and the money you owe Seojoon for the time you overflowed his toilet after trying to flush his toothbrush down after accidentally flinging it inside and wanting to “destroy the evidence” before Seojoon came home.  

Your next defense was to blame it on Hyungsik, but he didn’t seem to appreciate the joke.

As recompense for your so-called “crime against humanity”, you offered a substantial portion of your earnings if he helped with filming. Sex came natural to the both of you, lacking the expectation of blatant resistance when you first brought up the idea. Casual sex with a trustworthy friend while making a couple hundred bucks every five minutes? Seojoon couldn’t find any fault with that.

After all, you sucked him off in a frat house bathroom just an hour after you two were officially introduced.

You stretch out across the bed with a wince. Maybe you’ll invest an hour-long massage once your money gets transferred to your account. Better yet, you’ll force Seojoon to pay for it since this is his fault in the beginning. The man’s built like a god but fucks like the devil.  

When you unlock the screen of your cell phone, you’re bombarded with the sight of multiple texts from Seulgi and an email about your Music 101 class being cancelled on Monday. After browsing through bland Instagram stories, you finally decide to appease the witch in your inbox.

Right off the bat, you regret opening up the message.

BITCH YOU BETTER ANSWER ME BEFORE I COME OVER AND TELL SEOJOON ABOUT UR CRUSTY VAGINA PROBLEMS.

You’ve had plenty of experiences with Seulgi barging in during your not-so PG moments and having her fall into an exaggerated spiel that has your partners running out of your dorm in record time. You’d be a fool to fall into her hands again so with a heavy heart, your thumbs type out your response.

yes ur majesty??

Not even five seconds later, your phone beeps with a new message.

wOW look whos here, puss in boots has finally blessed me with her appearance.

Before you can type back your offended retort, you’re blasted with the annoying Facetime ringtone. With a sigh and silent prayer to whatever higher power is up there, you accept the call.

“I almost thought the dick went to your head and not your vagina.” Seulgi snorts when your less than glamorous face comes into view on her screen. “How was your dick appointment, sunshine?”

“I’m doing fine, thanks for asking appropriately.” You flash her an unimpressed stare. “I made over $5k tonight so cancel your plans for tomorrow. We’re going shopping at the outlet tomorrow!”

“Okay, Little Miss Fancy.” Seulgi wiggles her eyebrows in approval. “Just in time too. There’s going to be a party at Jennie and Jisoo’s this weekend, and I’m trying to get dicked down before I’m forced to graduate with cobwebs on my clit.”

“Okay, first of all…I’m not even going to ask.” You shudder in disgust. “Second of all, don’t you have your project due the day after? Might I remind you of what happened last time?”

Seulgi blanches white. “Please don’t. I’d rather not remember that when there’s a dick in my mouth.”

You hold your free hand up in surrender. “Alright then, your problem. Just so you know, I think that you should have started that project months ago.”

“And I think that I should be married to Gong Yoo with two beautiful children, but we don’t always get everything we want.” Seulgi harrumphs. “Anyways, don’t be a party pooper. Who knows, maybe you’ll find Sugar Daddy Number 163 there?”

“My finger is literally hovering over the end call button as we speak.”

“Do it, bitch. I’ll throw away that catnip that you think I don’t know about in the secret drawer inside your closet.”

“That is low, Kang, that is just low.”

“Hey, there’s a party at Jennie’s this weekend? You down?” Jimin calls from the couch as he scrolls through the influx of messages in his dance class group chat.

Taehyung is fully immersed in washing the pile of dishes in the sink that he almost doesn’t catch Jimin’s voice over the running faucet. When he contemplates this in his head, he just shrugs indifferently.

“I don’t know, I’m not really friends with her.”

“She’s cool, man. The rest of us are going too anyway, so it’s not like you’re going to be by yourself.” Jimin points out.

“Knowing you all, you’re going to be dragged off into a game of beer pong against Jungkook or caught up in some random hook-up in a closet somewhere, Namjoon’s going to get himself stuck in another piece of furniture again, and Jin and Yoongi are going to make another stupid bet that’s going to get Jin stuck in jail again.”

“What about Hoseok?”

“He gets red after two sips.” Taehyung scoffs. “The most I had to do was stop him from calling his parents to apologize for drinking and never calling enough. He’s the least of our worries.”

“You might find someone to spend the night with?” Jimin singsongs. “Get your dick wet after all these months of being a loser and staying home jerking off to porn?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Staying home doesn’t make someone a loser.”

“That’s something a loser who stays at home jerking off to porn would say.”

Taehyung sighs up at the ceiling, hands soaked and wrinkled from the soapy water. “I don’t even know why I try at this point.”

“Just think about it.” Jimin stands to grab his jacket hanging off the side of the couch. “You might be pleasantly surprised.”

“Highly doubt it, but thanks for the advice.” Taehyung actively avoids the flick of Jimin’s middle finger as the latter leaves to head back to his own dorm.

Once he’s finally alone, Taehyung takes a moment to actually think about Jimin’s proposal. If he does go to the party, there’s a 50-50 chance of him getting lucky with some hot stranger desperate for a random dick for the night or him returning home with six (or five, depending on Seokjin’s law-breaking kink) drunken idiots.

His Plan B (B standing for “Better Option”) would be to just forget about the party and stay home where he can happily jerk off to porn while digging into a huge bag of Hot Cheetos. Thankfully, he’s learned his lesson on how to jerk off without accidentally using the Hot Cheeto hand.

Taehyung had the case of spicy dick for a good five hours until Jimin came over to check up on him. However, the only thing Jimin could do was fall back in crazed laughter and snap a Polaroid of Taehyung’s distressed tears from his Cheeto dick.

Maybe the party idea isn’t sounding too bad after all.  

You fidget uncomfortably in your seat as you adjust your too-tight top. You had forced yourself to sit through an entire styling process from Seulgi who decided that you needed a little more “oomph” in your appearance.

In the words of Kang Seulgi, “God, Y/N, you’re a popular camgirl known for her sexual appeal, and yet you continue to dress like a middle-aged librarian mixed with Maria from the Sound of Music.”

You couldn’t help but shrink back in offense – your wardrobe isn’t that terrible. Sure, you wear too many casual clothes, and the only time you wear expensive lingerie or anything remotely “sexy” is when you go on camera, wearing the gifts given to you by loyal viewers.

Regardless, you let Seulgi work her magic in the brief time you had to yourself before Ji-Eun arrived to drive the three of you to the party.

Seulgi passionately performs a mini concert in the backseat with her own rendition of “God is a Woman” while Ji-Eun boils in the driver’s seat, her hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel. You don’t know which is worst at this point.

“God, will this car go any fucking slower?” She grits her teeth as another person honks their horn at Ji-Eun to let them through. “Why do they have to live so far away in the ass crack of nowhere?”

“They’re only 15 minutes away from us…”

“You better watch your mouth, Kang, or else you’re walking home.” Ji-Eun scowls into the rearview mirror.

Seulgi slouches back in her seat, no longer feeling the need to belt out the last notes of the song as it comes to an end. Angry Ji-Eun’s a side to the usually cherubic Ji-Eun that should never see the light of day no matter the circumstances. You busy yourself by scrolling through your Instagram feed, liking a couple pictures from your friends back home and laughing silently at some random dog videos that pop up in-between. Your scrolling comes to a halt, your thumb hovering hesitantly above the heart button of a certain photo.

If it wasn’t for the owner of the account, you would have found the courage to double-tap.

“Oh, isn’t that Kim Taehyung?”

“It is…” You mutter quietly, ignoring the close presence of Seulgi’s face near yours.

You’re desperate to scroll past, but Seulgi reaches her hand out to hold your phone.

“You should go for him, Y/N!” Ji-Eun whistles when she catches the picture of his selfie from the corner of her eye. “I heard he and Sooyoung already broke up, so you got a shot.”

The corner of your mouth quirks up in a half-assed smile. As if.

“They broke up already?” Seulgi asks curiously as she hands you back your phone. “I could have sworn that they were messing around together a couple weeks ago.”

There goes your fleeting moment of happiness.

“They weren’t really a thing, I’m pretty sure.” Ji-Eun pauses in thought. “They hooked up a couple times, but I think they’re just friends or at least just in the same friend group.”

You silently stew in your seat, clicking out of the app and locking your phone. Thanks to Seulgi, you’re aching to burn the image of Sooyoung wrapped around Taehyung from your brain. Not that you’re jealous, of course.  

Ji-Eun sighs in relief as the sight of the house comes into view. After parking precariously on the side of the street, Seulgi rushes your trio inside and through the living room teeming with drunk college students and into the kitchen to grab the first drinks of the night. You twitch your nose at the stench of musky cologne, hormones, and hard liquor intermingling as you approach the bartender of the night who just so happens to be Seojoon.

“Hey guys!” Seojoon chimes as he finishes up mixing Hyungsik’s drink who stands cross-armed against the wall with a look of boredom directed at the three of you, mostly at you. “I was wondering when you’d be getting here.”

“When did you get here?” You greet him with a short side-hug, stopping to glare at him until his traveling palm averts its course from your ass.

“Hyungsik and I got here beforehand to help set up.” Seojoon nods towards the brooding man in the corner. “Jisoo stuck me with this job, and now I can’t leave until the party’s over or at least until I’m forced to go out to buy more alcohol for these heathens.”

You scrunch your nose in annoyance. “That doesn’t sound fun. Why can’t they do it themselves?”

Seojoon clears his throat. “I quote, ‘because getting dicked down by the hottest guy in the room is the main priority of the night’.”

“Hear, hear.” Seulgi nods distractedly.

You smack your hand against her bicep. “Can’t you think without your genitals for a second?”

“Y/N…sweetheart.” Seulgi pats your cheek as if you’re an innocent child. “You must not know me at all.”

“Nevertheless, ladies, please enjoy the party.” Seojoon pulls you back before you can take a swipe at your best friend. “Y/N, I’ll be seeing you later.”

Seojoon clicks his tongue suggestively, reveling in your eyeroll and not-so discreet middle finger. After grabbing your drinks, the three of you head towards an empty corner of the room, away from the concentrated cloud of marijuana and crusty men who crave a quick grope.    

“Dang, was the dick that bad?” Seulgi scoffs jokingly. “Maybe if you’re not interested, you can spare a little bite...”

“Wait, since when you and Seojoon a thing?” Ji-Eun’s eyes widen.

You subtly glare at Seulgi’s apparent struggle to hold back her knowing laughter before turning to answer Ji-Eun with the most innocent look imaginable.

“I don’t know where Seulgi gets her delusions.” You smile through gritted teeth. “Seojoon and I hanging out from time to time does not equate to us fucking.”

Seulgi lets out a snort. “Something smells fishy…I think it’s your va—"

She squeaks in pain when she feels the stab of your heel into her foot. The music drowns out most of her cries of distress which Ji-Eun fails to notice. She takes a large gulp of her drink, grimacing at the strong aftertaste of the mostly-vodka mixture.

“God, I want to sue Seojoon for making us this terrible drink.” Ji-Eun stares at the cup with utter hatred in her eyes. “Seriously, it tastes like straight-up ass paired with off brand Caprisun.”

“I second that notion.” You swallow back a gag as the concoction slips uneasily down your throat.

“Me three.” Seulgi grimaces but forces herself to finish the content. “I’m undoubtedly puking later, so I’m going to go off and find some nice dick before that happens. Tootles!”

You silently devise a plan involving bear traps and superglue as you threaten to bore a hole through the back of Seulgi’s head with a scorching glower as she blends into the crowd in search of her next friend with benefits, leaving you to deal with the most infamous lightweight of your friend group.

“You okay?” Ji-Eun questions curiously.

“I’m fucking fantastic.”

“Y/N, I love you.” You remain stone-faced as the drunk girl leans against you with her entire weight. “You’re always so good to me, and I love you for that. I’ll make it my mission in life to help you find a boyfriend, okay?”

Her arms are like spaghetti, and her knees knock together in an attempt to keep straight. The cup once clutched in her hands is now dumped in a random corner of the kitchen, but you shrug it off as Seojoon’s responsibility. He did make you terrible alcohol after all.

“Hyung, n-no, I’m not d-drunk.”

You momentarily glance up at the voice, suddenly blanking out at the figures slowly approaching your corner of the room.

“Oh God, please turn around, please turn around.” You desperately pray as they inch closer.

Much like your situation, Taehyung struggles to hold his unmistakably intoxicated friend – Jungkook or something along those lines – in an upright position. He mutters angry words that were inaudible to you into Jungkook’s ear, but the boy keeps trying to shove Taehyung away.

“I w-wanna go party-y!” He hiccups. “They’re p-playing beer p-pong without me.”

Jungkook twists his body to make a run for the living room, but his own clumsy feet send him back to square one in his friend’s arms. You can see Taehyung roll his eyes as he hauls Jungkook’s heavy body towards the row of chairs where you’re forced into cuddling an equally drunk Ji-Eun.

Taehyung fails to recognize you until your uncomfortable shifting in your chair lets out a shrill squeak. When his gaze settles on you, you notice that his entire body freezes. Heat rushes to your body as his eyes trail over you in a bizarre manner – almost as if he’s scanning you to make sure that you’re actually there and not just a figment of his imagination.

Before you can muster up the courage to utter one phrase to the boy, he turns to the side to tend to Jungkook who’s stuck mumbling and drooling, much like a newborn baby. There’s an itch in the pit of your stomach that begins to bother you more than you’d expected it to. You feel an obligation to say something over to Taehyung – at least something along the lines of “Drunk friends, am I right?” – but you decide to push aside whatever tempts you to say something.

Between the choices of not saying anything and not having Taehyung know who you are or uttering your sentence and making a complete fool of yourself, you’d prefer the latter by a long shot.

“Um…is she okay?”

Your head shoots up in surprise. Taehyung allows his friend to lay on his side across the row of chairs, taking up the entire space while he’s forced to cram his body onto the tiny chair a seat away. Your gaze trickles down to Ji-Eun who mirrors Jungkook perfectly, completely passed out and drooling away on your lap like there’s no tomorrow.

“She will be.” You abruptly clear your throat. “She’s always like this at parties, so it’s nothing new.”

Taehyung nods in agreement. “Same, I’m always stuck watching over all my friends which is why I didn’t really want to go to this party in the first place.”

“Ugh, same!” You groan as you cradle your forehead with a palm. “My friend Seulgi’s no help either. She’s probably off choking on dick in one of the guest rooms right now while I’m stuck here on babysitter duty for someone older than me, for fuck’s sake.”

When Taehyung answers with an awkward cough, you’re hit with the sudden realization that maybe you shouldn’t be so open with a complete stranger, even if that stranger is Kim Taehyung who you’ve had a crush on for years now.

Just a thought.

“Sorry…” You force out a laugh, sounding uncannily like a robot. “You probably don’t want to hear about that.”

“No worries.” Taehyung shakes his head. “My friend Jimin’s the same way. In fact, I think that’s them over there.”

You squint your eyes in the direction that Taehyung points towards. When you finally catch onto the sight, you instantly wish you hadn’t.

There, practically undressing each other in the middle of the dance floor with their tongues curled one another, is Seulgi and Jimin.

“Yup, time for me to burn my eyeballs.”

Taehyung giggles at the horror in your eyes, throwing you overboard into a sea of useless emotions. The worst part of it is that he’s not even trying – that’s just how he is.

‘Ugh, pretty boys.’

“You’re telling me.” Taehyung cringes. “But that’s not the worst situation I’ve caught Jimin in, so I guess we’re spared this time.”

“H-hey.” A voice hiccups from below.

You both direct your attention to Jungkook who points a shaky finger towards you.

“You l-look familiar…” The boy slurs. “Have I seen you before?”

“Nope.” You answer with a shrug. “School, perhaps?”

“N-no.” He hiccups again. “Are you a Y-Youtuber?”

‘Not exactly, kiddo.’

Instead, you reply with another shake of your head. He opens his mouth as if to ask another question, but even uttering a complete sentence proves too difficult a task for Jungkook to complete. With a slurred humph, he slumps against the row of chairs again with his head resting on Taehyung’s right thigh.

“Sorry about him.” Taehyung mutters apologetically. “He rarely drinks, but when he does, this happens.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You smile politely. “That makes two of us.”

Five minutes into a conversation with Taehyung, and you’re scared of falling back into the dreaded Awkward Silence. If only Seulgi was here to save you, but she’s probably too busy giving Park Jimin the suck of a lifetime while you’re floundering to save your conversation with the cutest boy in school.

You’re suddenly thrown back into the image of you as a shy middle schooler, silently crushing on the cheery tiger hybrid in Mrs. Lee’s classroom across the hall. Those were the days before you discovered the wonders of makeup and Moroccan oil and when you would sit in the corner of the lunchroom with your eyes glued on a certain boxy smile as he laughs with his best friends and the rest of the popular kids. The lasting memory of you in his mind was probably the Kindergarten Incident with you crying on the playground after your mother dropped you off in the morning. You long to change his perception and show him who you are now, flaws and all, but you have no idea where to begin.

Curse you and your inability to socialize.

You take your time scanning through the room for a potential lifesaver or topic to blab about to make yourself look semi-interesting to Taehyung. You go to blow away a strand of hair that falls into your vision, unaware of the pair of eyes watching you softly.

Taehyung holds back the urge to brush the troublesome strand from your skin and place a gentle kiss where it used to lay.

“Hey, do you…” Taehyung choking on his words cause you to turn towards him with a raised eyebrow.

“Do I…” You trail off.

Taehyung pales as he forces the words from his mouth in an awkward splurge of word vomit.

‘It’s now or never, Kim.’

“Doyoumaybewanttogohavesomefunonourown?”  

Taehyung could almost die at your stoic appearance. Nothing in your eyes or your smile (lack thereof) gives him any clue into the thoughts churning around your brain. Just as he’s ready to give up and find an excuse to escape with a sloppy Jungkook in tow, you begin to giggle.  

Now, Taehyung’s 99.9% sure he’s about to die.

A smile plays at the side of your lip. “Alright, Kim. I second that notion. But first, let’s go find some beds for these guys first.”

It takes you roughly 10 minutes to scour the house for either Jennie or Jisoo, eventually finding the latter hanging around the poolside with Soyeon and Chaeyoung. You thank a higher power for the Kim girls’ wealth from part-time modeling that allows them to buy a house with more than one guest room. After accidentally opening up occupied rooms and getting more than a couple dick flashes, Taehyung and you finally find two empty rooms that are decently far away from the loud chattering and music blaring throughout the house. Quickly, you plop Ji-Eun down onto the soft comforter of the bed and turn her on her side, shoving a trashcan beside the bed just in case that night’s menu decides to make an appearance when she wakes up.

“All set?” Taehyung asks, a hint of hopefulness in his voice. You brush it off as wishful thinking.  

“We’re finally free.” You beam with a wide grin.

Taehyung sends you a soft smile before grabbing your wrist to pull you downstairs and into the kitchen for drinks. Seojoon eyes you carefully as you approach, curious as to your sudden acquaintance with Mr. Kim Taehyung. He knows a little bit about your not-so-little crush but holds back his questions for another time; however, it’s completely obvious that he’s holding back from making a crude sex joke in front of the two of you.

“Enjoy, you crazy kids.” Seojoon winks, sending a flood of embarrassment to your cheeks.

Taehyung eyes Seojoon with a subtle glare, one that you barely notice but one that Seojoon senses immediately. You’re none the wisest towards the display of dominance, but Seojoon notices it all – from the way Taehyung subtly puffs up his chest to the growing feral glint in his eyes.

“Kiss my ass, Park.” You hiss when you snatch the cups away from Seojoon’s fingers.

“Gladly, sweetheart.” Seojoon purrs back without missing a beat.

It takes all of Taehyung’s inner strength to force his irritation down to an unnoticeable level of annoyance. Even then, his bad mood is still visible to anyone who dares to look closer. After grabbing your drinks from an amused Seojoon, you begin to guide Taehyung out of the kitchen to head back upstairs.

With your back turned, Taehyung chances a dangerous snarl at Seojoon. The older raises a hand up in surrender, but the aggression does nothing to deter Seojoon. If anything, it just makes him even more pleased than before.

Oh, how he can’t wait until you finally become a couple.

“Sorry about him.” You apologize meekly as you two head onto the balcony connected to an empty guest room in the farthest part of the house. “Seojoon can be a little annoying when you first meet him, but he’s actually not that bad.”

“Ha, you’re telling me.” Taehyung mutters annoyedly.

Before you can question Taehyung’s irritation, he’s already chugging half the cup’s contents down his throat. You hold back your disgust for the taste as you follow in Taehyung’s footsteps and gulp down the fiery alcohol. You’ve already developed a small buzz from your first round of drinks, but you feel yourself slip into a more relaxed state with your second.

“So, Miss Y/N…” You lazily turn your head. “Tell me a little about yourself.”

The two of you rest your elbows on top of the balcony railing, inviting the cool autumn breeze to blow across your skin and through your hair with a gentle caress. The party music is muffled behind the glass door of the balcony, but you can still feel the bass thumping within your chest. You hum for a moment as you rack your brain for something, anything interesting to say.

“There’s not really that much about me.” You shrug. “I’ve lived here most of my life, and I plan on leaving once school’s over to explore the rest of the world. My two best friends are Seulgi and Ji-Eun, just not tonight...and that’s all to me really. I guess I’m just an open book with a little too many blank pages in-between.”

Taehyung nudges his elbow to your side. “Ah, there’s more to you than that. Surely, you like to do fun things. Unless you’re one of those boring people whose favorite show is Jeopardy and likes to go to the mall just to walk around.”

“Hey, Jeopardy is a great show, Mr. I-Have-The-Mental-Capacity-Of-A-Walnut.” You retort jokingly.

Taehyung laughs wholeheartedly at your teasing jab. “Okay then, fair enough. I’ll take your word for it.”

The moon beams down on your figures as you continue to chatter about random topics and sip on your disgusting drinks with only a small grimace. Little by little, you learn more about Taehyung’s passions in life and what he wants to do after graduation while he learns more about your friendships with Seulgi and Ji-Eun and all the horror stories from freshman year. You share giggles and playful nudges as if you’ve been friends for decades.

Every sip from your cup sends a tingly buzz that fills you from your head down to the tips of your toes. Your bright eyes grow lazy with a familiar drunken glaze, and you find yourself leaning a little closer into Taehyung’s side.

It’s when you finally make eye contact with Taehyung that he makes the first move.

Your bodies move in an almost fluid yet messy choreography, your lips latching onto one another in utter desperation. Taehyung quickly parts your mouth with his tongue to finally taste the hidden sweetness hidden within. His large, veiny hands slip down from the sides of your face to clutch your hips against his body, forcing your hands to rest against his broad chest.

“Want to go inside?” He pants when you eventually separate for a breath.

“Please.” You whine urgently.

You squeak in surprise as he grips your body with one arm while the other slams open the balcony door leading into the guest room. In a blink of an eye, Taehyung drops you onto the comforter and frantically suctions his lips to your jawline, creating soft marks on your supple skin and kneading the soft flesh near your inner thighs. You bite back a moan as his lips trail down your neck and towards the cleavage of your top.

“Take this fucking thing off.”

Without missing a beat, he rips your top over your head and returns his mouth to the valley between your breasts. Taehyung’s pleasantly surprised at your braless form, and he can’t help but brush a thumb across before replacing it with his tongue.  

“T-Tae…” You sigh airily as he circles around your nipple, drawing them to a hardened peak and leaving thin traces of saliva on your skin. “P-Please.”

“Relax.” He coos into your ear. “This is all for you. You just lay back and enjoy it, my little kitten.”

“I’ll enjoy it once you’re inside of me already.” You whisper coyly, your hands tracing down the curve of his spine and down towards his ass. “I want you to fill my pretty pussy up with your come already.”

With one look into his frenzied pupils, you shrink into yourself as though you’re some meager prey hybrid with a bloodthirsty predator chasing after you.

Oh, how you love it.

He peppers a series of small kisses down your stomach, his movements slower than before. He wants to make you feel as frustrated as he does whenever he watches your videos and yearns to reach through the screen to feel your body against his.

However, with the real thing’s in front of him, his biological urge to mount you and pump you full of his kittens starts to overpower his original plans of taking things slow.

“Fuck, you smell so good, baby.” Taehyung groans as your excitement seeps through the fabric of your jeans. “I can’t wait to taste this sweet little pussy. My little kitten’s been waiting so long for me.”

Your muddled thoughts fail to form into coherent words as Taehyung’s tongue slides across from the top of your pelvis and down towards your core drenched in your excitement. He relishes in your whiny moans at the ticklish flicks he gives your swollen clit, noting cockily how your nails grasp at the bedsheets with reckless abandon and how your toes curl in delight at the warmth filling your bloodstream.

“Are you all wet just for me, kitten?” Taehyung murmurs, cheeks completely soaked from your excitement. “You taste so good, baby. So sweet.”

“Y-Yes, I’m all wet just f-for you, baby.” You whimper as his tongue licks larger stripes against you. “P-Please, Tae, I want you.”

“Want me where?” Teasing you is quickly becoming his new favorite pastime.

“I-Inside. Please, I want to feel all of you.”

“Isn’t that a little too easy?” Taehyung clicks his tongue as he wipes away the excess slick from his chin.

He holds in his shudder when you pull his hand towards you to envelope the come-stained fingers inside your mouth, moaning in delight as you taste yourself.

“I-I think I n-need something in return before your little pussy can earn its treat.”

Taehyung is quick to unbutton his jeans and shrug them along with his boxers onto the bedroom floor. The tip of his cock drips small strings of pre-come onto the sheets, reddened and sensitive to the touch. You quickly discover this when your small fingers reach forward to briefly tease around the head with the pad of your thumb.

“Open up, sweetheart.” Taehyung bites down onto his lip as he guides the first two inches inside your awaiting mouth.

You moan at the salty taste that you’ve grown to love that coats your tongue, sucking lightly for the first few seconds before hollowing your cheeks and applying more pressure with every stroke. Taehyung hisses as your mouth sinks even deeper, nearly driving the head into the back of your throat.

“You’re so good to me, huh?” Taehyung lets out a low moan when he feels you hum in agreement, sending vibrations across the sensitive head of his cock. “Does my baby deserve to be fucked now?”

Your watery eyes connect with Taehyung’s as you choke on the smooth length. Suddenly, you feel miniscule and powerless underneath his lustful gaze, but you welcome the degradation wholeheartedly.  

“Turn around, baby.” Taehyung grunts as he slips himself from your mouth. “I want to see your tight little ass when I fuck this little pussy open.”

He props you up on your elbows with your back arched as far as you can go. There’s a slight pressure in your lower back as you present yourself to him, but the discomfort is nothing compared to the uncontrollable need to finally be fucked by Taehyung. He admires the sight of your awaiting pussy, completely soaked with your come and swollen from his relentless ministrations on your sensitive bud.  

You draw out a long mewl when you feel the tip nudge your seam before pushing inside, clenching hard as he continues to bottom out.

Oh, how he loves it.  

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Taehyung chuckles lowly as he begins a steady yet hard-hitting pace. “You’re making Daddy proud. His kitten’s taking his cock so well, don’t you agree?”

You smother your face into a pillow to muffle your cries, not wanting someone barging in during the fuck of your lifetime. With every hard thrust, your pussy sucks him back inside with a lewd squelch, desperate to hold him there whenever he tries to retract. His fingers are sure to leave marks on your skin in the morning from the way he’s grasping your hips for dear life. .

You fuck yourself almost every week, and yet you’re still the tiniest hole Taehyung’s ever had the pleasure of fucking. It entices him to continue his thrusts, in hopes of absolutely ruining you and filling you to the brim with his seed. His mind floods with images of you overflowing with come, carrying his potential kittens deep within and yet, still demanding for more.

This daydream alone has Taehyung stuttering in his movements and nearly blowing his load before you can squeeze around him in your own mind-melting pleasure. You have to come first, and Taehyung would be damned if he ruins that for you by acting like a pubescent boy who came in less than a minute to his very first porn video.

“Taehyung…” You cry pathetically. “T-Touch me.”

He’s quick to follow your orders, rubbing at the bundle of nerves between your legs with two wet fingertips and earning a sharp “F-fuck, Daddy!” in response. Your body threatens to curl inward, and you force yourself to grip onto the pillowcase instead of onto Taehyung’s thigh to force him to fuck you even harder.

He wants to feel you absolutely fall apart with his cock splitting you open – and fall apart, you do.

A surprised hiss escapes the tiger hybrid as you spasm underneath his body, your euphoric release dribbling onto the sheets below. Your claws that unsheathed a second before your orgasm have shredded through a good portion of the pillowcase you buried your face into. It’s not long until Taehyung’s hips lose their rhythm and suddenly, you’re filled with copious amounts of his warm seed.

All for you.  

“F-fuck, kitten, you made Daddy come so much.” He admires the sight of your completely battered pussy as he goes to pull out, stuffed to the brim with his seed that slowly starts dripping out. “Stuffed full of Daddy’s kittens. Such a good girl.”

You sigh in relaxed pleasure as he starts cleaning around your entrance with a skilled tongue, a strong hand massaging each cheek. There’s something satisfying about the fact that Taehyung’s tasting himself which seduces you into pushing through the overstimulation by twisting your hips in tight circles to aid him in his taste test.

“You little—” He laughs as he lands a light smack to an ass cheek. He groans internally at how it jiggles under the force, drawing a tiny moan from you and a string of come that seeps from your used pussy and down your thighs.  

Before he can treat himself to another taste, you flip over and grab at his neck. “My turn.”

Taehyung nearly falls forward on his face when you connect your lips together, your tongue sliding through for a mixture of your releases. They’re still both salty and bitter on your palate, but you’ve gotten used to the taste by now. If anything, Taehyung makes it taste even better.

As you sink further into the mattress deep in the kiss, Taehyung lifts himself up to pull you onto your side. You let out a tiny squeal at the sudden shift in position, especially when his lips tickle the crook of your neck with a trail of wet kisses.

“Now, sleep.” Taehyung kisses your cheek before nuzzling his face into the back of your neck.

“Weirdo.” You purr groggily before succumbing to the inevitable fatigue that seeps into your bones and muscles.

Once you’re deep in sleep, Taehyung leans closer for a better glimpse of your face. Your skin’s still flushed red and sweaty, but you still look like an angel in Taehyung’s eyes. The entire room smells of come and sweat, but he can still sense your unique sweet scent of your skin, and it pains him to hold himself back from tasting some more. The stress that wrinkles your brow is smoothed out and replaced with a peaceful expression, one he sees quite often during your streams after you finally fall back down from your high.

Taehyung is finally brought back to reality when his ears pick up incessant cheering from drunk patrons outside by the poolside accompanied by loud EDM blaring from the outdoor speakers. He ignores them all with an exasperated wrinkle of the nose, and instead he chooses to savor in the warmth radiating from your body that just so happens to fit perfectly against his own – just like pieces of a jagged puzzle.  

Taehyung smiles. You’re finally in his arms, and he doesn’t want to let go.