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Yandere! BTS:

Sweeter Version : Taehyung

Warnings: (soft?) Yandere themes, Smut, palming, face riding (?), oral (f. receiving), degradation!! (Y/n calls him lots of mean names but he likes it), objectification, over-sexualisation, worshipping, sliight cum play, slight humiliation, dirty talk, Y/n sugar momma, Y/n’s caught *feelings*, mutual pining but they’re too oblivious to notice, ironic use of obsessive fan roleplay, they don’t communicate abt roleplay, slight dom! Y/n, mostly sub! Tae, and if i’m trying to be thorough then Taehyung’s awful financial management is a big issue,lmk if i missed anything!!

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You hope he wasn’t having trouble finding your hotel room; maybe it was too far for him to travel just to see you, and he’d given up entirely. You wouldn’t blame him, Taehyung had a life outside of being your sugar baby, and you needed to remember that. Just because he played the role you paid him to perfectly didn’t mean he...meant it. You shake your head, there’s no need to think of such things, you could just continue to live in denial for now. There was no harm in doing that.

The doorbell rings, and you eagerly rush to let Taehyung into the suite. He smiles brightly, as though delighted to see you. You try not to think about the real reason he’s smiling- if you opened the door to a gold mine you’d smile just as bright as he was.

“Angel.” Taehyung greets, “These are for you.” What he’s offering is a bouquet, but it looks a little different. Ushering Taehyung inside the suite, you take the bouquet from him, peering a little closer. “They’re chocolate.” He chirps.

“Thank you, Taehyung.” You give him the best smile you can. It’s a thoughtful gift- he’s got to be aware of how much you love chocolate by now, and after your concert, you’re definitely in need of an energy-filled pick-me-up like that. Too bad your manager would snatch them away the second they caught sight of them, but Taehyung didn’t need to know that.

You turn back to him after settling the chocolate bouquet on a coffee table. Were you supposed to put them in a vase? That seemed a little weird for chocolate.

You take a seat at an armchair, Taehyung following your lead. “Thank you for coming all this way- it must have been a pain to drive here.”

He shakes his head straight away, dismissing your worries. “Not at all. I was in the area anyway.”

“What? Didn't you have classes today…?” You eye him suspiciously, sighing when you realised your mistake. You hadn’t really got a good look at him, distracted by the bouquet. “Taehyung, please tell me you ordered that hoodie online….”

He blushes, Taehyung’s common reaction to signs of your attention. But he looks rather proud of himself. “I got to the venue early and got this, along with some other things.” He shoots you a smile. “You were amazing, as always.”

Was this really the influence you had on people? No wonder so many parents hated you. “...Please tell me you didn’t ditch your classes to come to my concert…”

He blushes, this time out of shame, you think. “I did. I wouldn’t miss a chance to see you perform just because of some exam.”

“You had an exam?!” Taehyung’s face morphs into panic, as though just now realising the problem. Though, you doubt that’s what’s going on in his mind. He’s probably more worried about your disappointment in him- not that you are, obviously. You’re the one who deserves that disappointment.

Taehyung stands up, eyebrows furrowed in worry. “They’re letting me retake it, don’t worry. I wanted to go to your concert, okay?” He grasps your hands carefully, softly holding onto you.

You’re still tense, the list of today’s failures expanding. “I could’ve gotten you VIP tickets if you wanted to come...and you had to pay- for the hoodie too...I’ll pay you extra today!”

“Angel, you’re supposed to call me to help you relax. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Taehyung lifts your body gently, guiding you to the bedroom. “Come on, I’ll make it up to you.”

Taehyung’s idea of ‘making it up to you’ apparently meant a massage. Not that you weren’t grateful, it felt amazing. He must have practiced since last time- is it bad that you feel a twinge of jealousy? You can’t help but imagine him practicing on others and then-

“Angel, take a deep breath.” He whispers, voice deep, soothing. “Forget whatever you were just thinking about, it’s not important enough to bother you so much.” His hands on your worn out muscles feel like heaven, you’d have to make sure to pay him handsomely for this alone. “Just relax, okay?”

You feel your eyelids drooping, your breathing grows deeper, slower. But you don’t fight the feeling, trusting Taehyung enough to leave your sleepy state in his care.

When you wake, Taehyung’s hands are gone, and he’s replaced your shirt with a soft pyjama top. You have to force your heart to stop fluttering, reminding yourself not to confuse Taehyung’s actions with something other than customer service, essentially.

But it’s difficult, especially when he enters the room with a plate of your favourite food, freshly cooked, and asks if you’re hungry. The way to your heart was indeed good food. Taehyung not only knew your preferences but was also a fantastic cook, it was more than you could resist, so you allowed yourself a few longing glances that night.

—

The next time you see Taehyung is a few days later, when you invite him over to your apartment abruptly. You were supposed to be reviewing your concert DVD to see where you needed to improve before you set off on tour (so far you’d only completed the domestic concerts of the tour). Your manager had suggested inviting a friend to get an outsider’s perspective, and you needed to talk to him.

You wanted him to join you on tour desperately. Not just for the sex- which may have influenced your choice on who to invite over- but because he put you at ease. Having Taehyung with you would help you a lot, and you’d pay him at least triple what you were currently.

When Taehyung arrives you know that you’re not going to be able to resist him for the entirety of his visit. You’d caught him off guard, it seems, for he turned up in what you assumed was his workout gear. The outfit consisted of a deliciously sweat-soaked t-shirt and shorts, which were unassumingly enticing when he sat down and they showed a bit more of his thigh than what was proper.

You gulp, forcing yourself to concentrate. After the concert, afterwards, then you could give in to the greatest temptation that was a sweaty Taehyung.

But for now, you smile, reiterating the details of why you’d called him over and offering snacks. Taehyung politely refused, and the two of you headed to your bedroom to watch the concert. Suddenly you dreaded having the TV opposite your bed. It was convenient, for sure, you could laze around in bed for hours on your few days off. But now, it was just going to be a problem.

If Taehyung had noticed your strange behaviour, he hadn’t mentioned it. Though, he seemed rather excited too. You suspected that had more to do with the concert DVD than anything else, watching the way he sat up straighter when it started playing. Alas, he really was just a cute fanboy.

“Woah.” Taehyung breathes out, jolting in shock occasionally, far more gasps than you’d expected too. “You’re amazing.” He tells you, once again. “Your singing...it’s beautiful.”

You’re glad you invited Taehyung. Alone, you would’ve just seen flaws in your performance; Taehyung was effectively balancing your own negativity out, and then adding a little mountain of extra positivity. It was certainly enjoyable to have the confidence boost.

“Thank you.” You smile warmly, and Taehyung offers a reaction similar to when he saw you wink at the camera. Is this how all your fans react, to even the smallest of things? It’s certainly entertaining to watch. “Remember to tell me if there’s anything you think I should improve on, okay?”

He pauses, turning to you with an intimidatingly serious look. “There’s not a thing you should change, angel.” He’s still staring. It feels hot under his stare. Taehyung’s eyes remain on you, burning into yours. He finally averts his gaze, smiling softly. Is it bad you want to kiss him? He has a gorgeous smile, for sure. “But, I promise, if I notice anything, I’ll be sure to tell you. Honest.”

That made your heart flutter even more. He was so serious about it all, you allowed yourself to fall into delusions of your silly crush being mutual, of Taehyung caring about you more than the monetary relationship you had, more than your public image. It was a dangerous thought.

Taehyung continues to sit, enthralled by your concert, offering only words of the highest praise- or, he tried to. Most of the time it seemed you’d rendered him speechless, but those reactions were your favourite anyway.

The next song on-screen you performs is one you remember distinctly. You huff, unable to resist rolling your eyes when you see your figure enter the stage.

Taehyung’s gaze flits to you quickly, silently questioning. You relent, knowing he’ll keep asking if you don’t. “That stupid skirt...it’s ridiculous, I can barely walk without flashing everyone my ass, and they expect me to dance too?” You scoff.

“You told them this, right?” His eyes are wide with concern. You nod, sighing, of course your company didn’t particularly care, since fans would just thirst over you even more this way. “They shouldn’t make you wear something you’re so uncomfortable in. If it’s supposed to be a song showcasing your sex appeal, then you should look confident- that’s sexy.”

You’ve never seen him distraught over something, you’re not even sure he realises the depth he’s going to discuss how sexy you are, but you appreciate his words all the same. If you tease him now, he probably wouldn’t talk to you for days out of shame. “Not only that, but it’s completely impractical. I’m assuming there’s a ‘sexy dance’ coming up, and I’m not sure how you’re supposed to do that in those heels, let alone the skirt. I’m so sorry they did this to you, Y/n.” He turns back to the TV with a slight huff. His brows are furrowed as he watches the screen.

The song continues, and the two of you glare at the screen for a while. It’s rather funny, seeing Taehyung look so angry when he’d been rendered breathless for nearly all your previous performances. Taehyung’s face is much more interesting to watch than a performance you hate, anyway.

The song has reached the chorus, the sexy choreography you’d been reluctant to do, but had put your all into anyway- it was part of the job. You watch for Taehyung’s reaction, waiting for a low huff or eye roll, even another rant. Instead, you see him blush furiously.

Now, you’re not a fan of this particular performance, but suddenly, seeing his vivid reactions, you’re rather enjoying it. Taehyung gulps as on-screen you smirks at the camera. He’s gone bright red, and seems to be fidgeting a lot all of a sudden. Now, how could you resist teasing him about this?

“What are you thinking? You’ve gone quiet…” You drawl a little- perhaps the words are spoken in a tone akin to your singing; seductive, teasing.

Taehyung’s blush worsens, eyes flirting to you nervously. Ah. He can’t look you in the eye; how cute. “D-despite how uncomfortable you must have been, your performance is still flawless...I-If you hadn’t told me, I probably wouldn’t have realised at all.”

“You mean, I look confident?” You catch Taehyung’s gaze, quirking a brow at him. He seems to jolt. Taehyung nods, not really looking in your direction. “You said that’s when I’m sexiest, didn’t you? When I look confident?”

He splutters a bunch of excuses, “I-it’s all about charisma- that’s what’s so sexy- that’s what makes a good performer, and you- you’re amazingly talented as well, of course, but you’re also charming— as in, you, uh, have a lot of-”

You cut him off, just to catch him off guard. “I think you’re enjoying that short skirt quite a bit, hm?”

“I-I could never, not after what you told me!” Taehyung protests, but it’s weak. He knows that too, still avoiding eye contact.

You scoff slightly. “Weird. See, your boner says otherwise, but who knows.”

Taehyung startles, darting to grab a pillow to cover his lap. You can’t wait any longer, and use the opportunity. With Taehyung’s body twisted in search of coverage, it’s easy to pin him down against the bed. Well, now at least having to sit on your bed wasn’t so bad.

Taehyung’s breathing is so quick, his breaths even more shallow. Well, at least he’s finally looking you in the eye. It’s just as intense as ever, the expectations, the anticipation so strong you can practically feel it. You love having sex with Taehyung. And though he doesn’t do any particular eye fucking, his gaze right now is certainly heated.

“So everything you said back there was just a coverup, huh? You were just trying to impress me? Get into my pants?” You pin his wrists down against the mattress when you see him start to shuffle, he wants to prove you wrong, you know that. You also know how genuine he was earlier. But he’s a delight to tease, who could blame you? Not Taehyung, not when he was enjoying this so much. “I don’t want to hear your excuses, we both know the truth...It must be so embarrassing for you, your cock gave away how you really felt.”

“Y/n…”

“Bet you’ve dreamt of this before, haven’t you?” You flick your tongue out, wetting his lips. “Admit it. You’re just another of my fans, aren’t you? Acting so noble.” A dry chuckle. “You’re just as obsessed as the others. Say it.”

Taehyung falls into the role easily. “I’m obsessed with you, Y/n.” You raise an eyebrow, squeezing your thighs around his hips when he doesn’t comply. A small warning. Obediently, Taehyung continues. “I-I said all that just so I could f-fuck you. Please forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” Taehyung whimpers when you grind your core against his crotch, mouth hanging open, desperately needy. “You’re pathetic. Practically drooling, and I haven’t even done anything.”

He’s panting, “Yes, yes, for you, angel.”

“You’re so needy. You think I’ll let you fuck me like this? After all you’ve done?” You can’t help but tease him a little more, tightening your hold on his hips. Taehyung lets out a soft moan at the action, hands clenched into fists.

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t deserve to fuck you.” You hold back a smile. Taehyung was enjoying this just as much as you were. He bites his lip, eyes snapping to yours with a glare you can only describe as dominating. “I want to, though.”

“Seems like you want a punishment.” You reach a hand down, sure that Taehyung wouldn’t move his wrists from your hold anyway. It’s not like he couldn’t easily overpower you. You palm his cock, watching his hips thrust upwards into your hand. “Pathetic. You like my hand so much?” He nods fervently. Good boy. “Then that’s all you’re getting.”

“Y/n-”

“Have you forgotten this is a punishment, slut?” He shuts up, but there’s a faint blush across his cheeks. Taehyung looks desperate. “You’re lucky I’m giving you this much. Now cum.”

Taehyung’s hips stutter, and you let him thrust himself against your hand, coming in his pants. You let him slow down, waiting until he’s laying back on the mattress, eyes closed, blissful, before you interrupt again.

“Do you think I’m just here for you to use?” You growl. Taehyung’s eyes snap open, he genuinely looks a little worried for a second, so you squeeze his hand, a reassuring gesture. “I let you cum and that’s it? Don’t I deserve a little thanks for my generosity- it’s not everyday a fan gets special treatment like this.”

“You deserve everything.” Taehyung blurts out. “Anything you want, I mean.”

You press a kiss to his lips, which he follows after, trying to continue. You hold him back. “You’d let me use you however I want, wouldn’t you? Fuck, you’re so desperate. And I made you cum already- desperate and greedy.”

“I-I’m sorry, I…” He licks his lips, you hope he doesn’t notice how eagerly your eyes follow the movement. “Use me, use me however you want. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

You nod, “I will, thanks, darling.” Taehyung’s face flutters a series of various expressions at that. You guess he liked it, then. “You’re going to keep those shorts on all night- make you feel as dirty as you are. I bet you’d like that; keeping the cum that I gave you, freak.” Taehyung just nods, he’s embarrassed again, isn’t he? That won’t do. “Say it.”

“I want to keep these pants on so that every time I feel my cum I can remember that it’s because of you, my angel. And I like that. Because I’m a freak.” Always so obedient. Like a puppy…Hm, another time.

“I’m going to sit on your face, and you’re going to show me how grateful you are.” You release Taehyung’s wrists. Immediately, he cups your cheeks, pulling you down for a kiss. You’re a little startled- it doesn’t fit with the roles you’re playing, but honestly, Taehyung kisses you so well, who cares. He slips his tongue into your mouth swirling the muscle around every corner he can, tasting every inch of you. It's gentle, Taehyung’s always gentle, so why do you crave more? Why is his kiss so dangerous? You swing back into your role, knowing that if this continues, you’ll give in to Taehyung for the night. “W-what are you doing?”

“Warming up my tongue.” He responds smoothly, a playful smile on his face. You know full well Taehyung’s taking in the expression in your face right now, as if he has to document everything you do. It’s intense. “Sit on my face, angel. Please.”

You move without talking, throwing your pants somewhere across the room. You catch Taehyung pouting. “What? You wanted to sniff them, creep?”

His eyes are focused on the sight of you bare. “...The source is always better.” He has the audacity to lick his lips, right then!!

You hover over him, a little nervous. Taehyung’s hands hold your hips carefully, pushing your body down until you can feel his breath right on your core. His tongue flickers out, jolting you in surprise. It’s warm, soft, and feels amazing.

Taehyung’s grip on your hips tightens a little, never painfully so, but enough that your squirming doesn’t interfere with his actions. He has his tongue inside you now, swirling and flicking the appendage experimentally, then waiting for your reaction, before either moving on or continuing to stimulate only the most sensitive parts of you. It feels so good.

“Fuck, you’re so good.” You moan. “If you went with me on tour, I could feel this good every night. I could make you feel this good every night.”

His fingers brush yours, soft. It’s like a movie scene- and yet something so pure certainly doesn’t belong here. His hands move back to your hips, where he presses harder, slowly rocking your hips against him.

“You want me to ride you?” You guess, since he couldn’t speak, that was what he was getting at. “Such a slut for my pussy you couldn’t take your mouth off of it for even a s-second, huh…?” It turns out weaker than you expected, the combination of Taehyung’s skilful tongue and him rocking your hips, it’s sinful. It feels heavenly. You’re close. “I’m going to cum all over you, stain that handsome face of yours with my juices. You’d like that too, wouldn’t you? I bet if I asked to go out covered in cum you’d do it, wouldn’t you, slut?”

Taehyung moans into you, the vibrations are enough to send you over the edge, spilling all over his face. He laps everything up, not releasing his hold on your hips until he’s satisfied. You’re on the brink of overstimulation by the time Taehyung finally pulls away. You roll to his side, breathless, but joyful.

It’s a while with the two of you heaving for breath before you finally start to shift again. “Do you want help cleaning up?”

Taehyung grins at you, throwing an arm over your waist. He pulls you towards him, pressing his lips to yours. Twice. Two tiny kisses, and yet you could taste yourself on him. “Maybe I like being covered in your-” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You whine, “Now I’m gonna have to clean my face…”

“You’re just as beautiful either way,” Taehyung pauses, pulling back a little. “Y/n, y-you mentioned, uh, taking me with you on tour…”

“Oh!” Why did you have to say that? “It’s fine if you don’t want to! It was just a thought, just a, uh, heat of the moment silly thought I had, and it just kind of spilled out, haha! You know, those thoughts that should stay inside your head, but then...uhm, yeah…”

Taehyung smiles fondly, you might just fall for him. He “I’d love to go with you. I’m a huge fan.”

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