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Night Strolls

OC/Taeil (NCT)

Genre - Random

You had started getting used to it, but for once you actually had nowhere to go or anyone to confide in. A strained laugh fought its way out of your throat as you walked forward into the unfamiliar parking lot, water hitting the exposed skin. Everyone, your relatives and friends, knew that you didn't have the best parents. They kicked you out whenever they were angry, be it at you or just pissed at the world, you bore the consequences nonetheless.

You were expected to come back the week later and was punished if you came a day earlier or later.

You, 8 years after an anxiety diagnosis, mathematical genius and living your divorced parents house with meds keeping you “normal”, had gone out for your normal therapy session with Dr Ammabel. Once you got back home your dad stood barricading the door and forced you to find somewhere else to stay. That was the first time it had happened.

Amma was one of the few people you told about the kicking out situation and she had been comforting. You always went to Amma’s flat and it had become a safe haven for you.

Well Amma was in your home country. And you weren't.

Amma told you to count how many times and report the stats. Apparently Social Service could do something about your predicament. You didn't know how they would help, but you always had a certain affinity towards numbers, it calm your anxiety. So you counted.

Your home country, 34. Here, 1.

“Hey, are you crazy?”, your head whipped towards the voice. The person had silver hair covering his face and he had a slight tan to his skin. Even though you had just moved to Korea, you parents told you years in advance. Years to learn and familiarize yourself with the language, so you understood him with ease. He kept looking at you with a simple expression and it was then that you made out the meaning of his words.

He was wearing a black sweater and had the hood pulled over his head to shield him from the rain, as if it burn his skin. You were wearing a loose fitting red t-shirt with the words “One Million Dollars” sewn on with black sequins and welcomed the water. You loved the rain, it was as if the world was tired of holding in the tears of the whole world and decided to let it all go.

“Im fine,” and you continued walking.

He grabbed your arm just as you were about to pass him, “No your not, you've been walking in a straight line for the past hour and a half,” he stated matter of factly. His eyes met yours, and you didn't like the challenge they posed.

“So you've been following me?” you were quick to oppose him, “Isn't that kind of stalker-ish.”

You ripped your arm from his grasp and continued walking froward, shoulders back, head high. You didn't look back, not even when he spoke again.

“You can stay with me,” this kid just didn't quit, “I stay with my friends in a fairly large place a few blocks from here.” He placed his hand out expectantly and you looked down at it.

You really needed the help and was slightly thankful for his sincere offer. This was the first time you were being kicked out in Korea.

“Do you just expect me to walk my apparent stalker to their home without knowing anything about them?” you sneered at him instead and watched his face fall and former confidence retreat back into its shell of protection. But his hand never wavered from their position

“My name is Taeil and I want to help you,” he looked at you with defiance alight in his eyes, “will you accept my help?”

Silence so deafening filled your ears over the pounding rain, and as he was about to turn to leave, you caught his wrist, the vulnerability and weakness finally making a show of themselves in your eyes.

“My name in Y/N,” you loosened your vice like grip, letting your hand fall to you your sides and relaxed your stiff position, “I accept your help.”

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Bubbles

BaekhyunXReader fluff

Enjoy!! ~Admin Boba <33

When Baekhyun came home, there was only one thing on his mind: why is the bathroom so far away from the front of the dorm?

After haphazardly tossing his bag off to the side, he sprinted to the bathroom, shouting “Emergency!” repeatedly until he reached his destination. Baekhyun relieved himself of his business and then sat himself down on the toilet seat, his phone in hand proceeding to scroll through random webpages.

As for you, you were lost in thought. Not even your boyfriend’s incessant shouting could disturb your mind or rip your gaze away from the ripples in the water as they moved the foam. As you had been doing for the past ten minutes, your hand reached for a bottle and slowly squeezed out some bodywash. You massaged it into your fingers and formed an ‘O’ with your thumb and index finger. They moved up to your lips and you gently blew again and again.

Baekhyun, still trapped in the abyss of the internet, didn’t notice the sound of the bottle opening and the air passing through your lips. At least, not until a bubble had snuck its way past the shower curtain and towards him.

His head jerked up at the sight of movement in his peripheral vision, but seeing it was a harmless bubble, he lowered his eyes back to his phone. And then he realized that there was a bubble coming his way. Baekhyun reached for the shower curtain and yanked it out of the way. He saw exactly what he was expecting yet he still felt the blush rise to his cheeks as he let out a scream.

Finally broken from your trance-like state, you looked up at the intruder in your bathroom and shrieked. Mere seconds later, the harmony of your shrieks shifted into the harmony of your laughter. “Really? You’re playing with bubbles?” Baekhyun lets out in between snorts, “Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually dating a five year old,” and he quickly joins you in the bathtub.

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hey guys!

feel free to send in requests, admin kaisi, admin boba and I are still here! 💖 -みよこ

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Sorry

Unfortunately I will be leaving this page I haven't told other admins as I have no means of communication with them sorry. -adminX Also to admins I will not be using my account this is linked to so feel free to change the password and email💕

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Can you write a Krystal (F(x)) angst with a happy ending?

Sure.

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Good Night

TaehyungxReader Fluff

I know I still have the request to finish (almost done c: ) but I wrote this for a friend who had a really bad evening yesterday. It was going to be a drabble but I love every word in it so much that I refuse to delete any Enjoy!! ~Admin Boba

How long were you shaking in your sleep? The tears appeared all of a sudden, but you were still in a deep slumber. Fingers prodded your body gently. A groan escaped your lips, and the same fingers started playing with your hair. You opened one eye timidly, peering in the dark to the owner of the fingers. He wrapped his arm around you to pull you closer. His lips pressed against your forehead gently. His other hand wiped your tears away gently. He shoot his classic, rectangular smile, but this one is filled with more warmth, more love than the ones he gave anyone else. No, this one was just for you. Taehyung ran his fingers through your hair, whispering, “I don’t know what’s bugging you, but just remember that I love you so much.”

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Bloody Mess

Hyuna 4Minute I-Dont-Even-Know-How-To-Categorize-This fic

“Why is there blood on your hands?”

You looked down. “Oh.”

Your girlfriend tapped her foot impatiently on the ground, one hand on her hip, the other drumming against her thigh and her head tilted to one side. In any other situation you would have found her completely endearing.

“So...?” she was starting to get impatient. It was never a good sign when she got impatient.

“Its not blood Hyuna, its paint,” she didn't look like she believed you and you were honestly confused and hurt. Hyuna was logical, what did she think you did? Kill someone? “You know I've basically been working overtime since the demand for those manuscripts are high,” you frowned as the throbbing behind your eyes increased.

Its was silent for a while, did she even hear you? You looked up to see that your girlfriend was gone. 

You sighed softly and walked into your room. On your bed was the change of clothes that you had planned to change into once you got home this morning; a nice over sized pro-feminism t-shirt and the ugliest pair of cat themed shorts you had ever seen. Ugly shorts always made you feel better but now they weren't.

In walked Nimbus, your cat, your other source of happiness among the long list. He was a feisty tabby, almost clawed out Hyuna’s eye and somehow managed to always sneak its way into the bathroom while she was showering. Her screams were one of the funniest things you had ever heard, apart from her laugh. Hyuna had glared at you for three weeks straight every time the “feline disturbance” jumped its way onto your lap after the first incident.

“Why does your mother distrust me so much?” you spoke to cat. It was a habit you had developed a while ago and had become strangely comforting. As if the cat was actually listening to every word you spoke. “Why does she think that I'm constantly lying to her?”

The car purred in response.

 You stood and walked towards the bathroom door, where you and been hearing whimpers emit from. Your red hands rapped lightly on the door before you started tiptoeing in.

Hyuna was seated on the toilet seat with her hand placed on her head. Wordlessly, you walked over to her and sat on the floor, clasping her hands in yours. 

“Whats wrong Nana,” the affectionate term always managed to bring a smile onto her face, and didn't fail in this situation.

You watched a small smile snail its way onto her face, she shook her head before replying, “The headaches are back and the whole tour is killing me right now and your always at work and come back looking like you just left your grave and ugh!”

After her mini-rant she started to break out in sobs on your shoulder. You squeezed her hand, letting her know that you were always there for her, and she laughed lightly.

“You chose the idol life for yourself, Hyuna, and I chose the artist life for myself. We are going to live our lives to the fullest, I will support you because you have always supported me. Together we can do anything. I love you to the moon and back, so don't forget that, ok?”

Deciding that it was a great time to ruin something so heartfelt, Nimbus elegantly strolled in and jumped on Hyuna’s hair.

She screamed.

- Admin Kaisi

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Hi could you write a Seungri smut? When you two are both idols and you two hook up and have a one night stand. Then everyone finds out about this and it becomes a scandal. (Seungri and the girl likes each other) thank you❤️

Thanks for requesting! It will be out soon <333~Admin Boba

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Coffee Love

Some Hakyeon fluff to bless your souls.

“Coffee, coffee, coffee”, you mumbled under your breath. 

For the past three weeks you had been living off tea and the occasional shots of vodka. Your system had been so deprived of coffee it was physically taking a toll on you. Your eyes were rimmed red and your head shot up every time someone offered a cup of coffee, but the restraint that was a freaking dare held you back. And it worked for a while: in the pantry, stacked top to bottom, were annoyingly bright yellow boxes of Lipton, on the coffee table were unused bags of tea and you were pretty sure that somewhere in your school bag was a mint tea packet. 

“Coffee, coffee, coffee”, you didn't know when you started repeating the word as if it were a mantra. Or when your boyfriend got home and arms encircled your waist.

“Hello there,” the voice was almost as relaxing as how a nice cup of coffee would’ve felt. You melted into chest and tried to steady your breathing. Hakyeon turned you around, never taking his arms off you, and his smile dropped. “Y/N what the hell. Your eyes.” He grabbed you by your chin and his lips pulled together when the usually chubby fat was replaced with sharp angles and bones.

The deprivation of coffee was making you extra snappy and especially irritable that morning. You sent him a glare that could rival any professional assassin’s weapons. 

“Coffee, coffee, coffee.”, you started to move away from him, he let you, and walk towards the blue Keurig coffee maker. 

Hakyeon watched you move in the kitchen and he had to admit, it was quite sexy. As if you were performing some professional dance, you did all types of spins and slid across the floor to get from one side to the other.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through until he found Y/F/N and sent out a text.

What have you guys done to Y/N THE POTENTIAL LOVE OF MY LIFE?

He continued to watch you prepare a cup for yourself when he felt a vibration in his hand. He never kept his phone on sound because his ringtone just happened to be a recoding of your voice singing “Smooth Operator” and it would be the death of him if any of his members heard it. 

What ever you do don't let Y/N drink coffee. NEVER. The habit needs to be broken.

So, following instructions, he pulled you away from the coffee maker onto the couch. You weren't exactly as compliant as he would have like so getting you to lie down was a hassle. Finally getting you down onto the couch, he lay next to you and started drawing some patterns on your arm, getting you to start dozing off.

“I still want my coffee.”

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Timid Truces

For the anon that wanted a taegi angst

Part two of Secret Sightings - http://kpop-fluff-smut-imagines.tumblr.com/post/139583297193/secret-sigtings

Min Yoongi was anxious. Min Yoongi was never anxious. He carefully examined his boyfriend, if he could even call him that, as he picked distractedly at his meal. Taehyung hadn’t been eating. Just sleeping. He would wake up, shower, eat but that was rarely, and then lock himself in the bathroom and cry. Ugly crocodile tears. Wake, Shower, Lock, Repeat until the next life.

Today the older wasn’t having any of it, and pulled the younger to eat a full and proper lunch. But Yoongi was no cook, that was Taehyung’s role. So they had ramen. It was then that he realized how much of a lie the “yes” was whenever he asked the younger if he had eaten.

The vibrant colour had been stolen from his skin, his eyes seemed to sink into his skull, the sweaters he wore that clung to him now hung over his chest encasing his shattered heart. 

Yoongi would sometimes find the younger looking at him self in the mirror, top bare, mentally criticizing his whole physical state. he would mumble things to himself.

You’re so dark …

Too tall …

He needs someone smaller …

Someone quieter …

All you give him is stress …

Maybe you shouldn’t be in his life …

He wanted to grab the boy, and wake him from his catatonic state.

But Min Yoongi was also a coward. So he let the boy wallow in his self pity. 

Pathetic, his mind spat at him.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, in their silence Yoongi could swear he could hear Taehyung screaming at him to do something dammit.

“Tae”, Yoongi reached out for his fingers and watched his broken boy flinch. “Talk to me.”

Silence. Never had he ever heard a silence so deafening. He swore he could hear the younger screaming at him to stop because it hurt so damn much.

“Its funny.”, Taehyung’s once smooth voice had become so hoarse due to weeks of non-use.

It was Yoongi’s turn to cringe because he did that to the younger. He basically ripped the pure wings from his angel because he was feeling especially insatiable. 

“Its as if I’ve already been hurt so I’m now scared of being attacked again. I feel like anyone that I like is going to hurt me again,” he laughed, but it was filled with so much remorse, as if he was the reason Yoongi cheated on him, “Its funny.”

“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster.”, Yoongi replied waiting for his other half to finish the quote.

Taehyung’s mind was telling him not to finish it, not to do anything, just get up and leave. Lock himself in the bathroom and all would be fine. But Kim Taehyung was not a coward. 

“And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into you.”, and they waited.

Yoongi was the first to do something. He clasped his hand over the younger’s and pressed his lips onto Taehyung’s. 

A few minutes later and some clothes thrown on the floor, Yoongi was thrusting smoothly into the younger. The mewling sounds coming from the tanned boy was music to the pale boys ears. A particularly stretched out groan when the older hit the younger’s prostrate pressed him to thrust harder and deeper.

Taehyung came first, he always did, and the tight squeeze created delicious friction whenever the older moved. Yoongi came next.

For a while they simply lay by each other. Once upon a time they would have been entangled in the others embrace, not knowing where each limb started and ended. But this was not “once upon a time”.

They had eventually fallen asleep. Halfway through Taehyung's leg was thrown casually over the older's mid-section and he didn't groan in his sleep anymore. Yoongi had his arm pillowing the younger's head and another wrapped protectively around his waist. A small smile lit up his face. Sure they would be awkward in the morning but with each other they could take on anything.

- Admin Kaisi

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Sorry (again)

Aahhh I had several projects due last week and this week is finals week so I've been too busy to write. Since next week is spring break and I have no plans like the loner I am, I'll definitely post more! ~Admin Boba

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BTS College!AU

Okay so Admin Miyoko and I have started this miniseries of scenarios, so expect the next one soon ~Admin Boba ♡

All it took to send you over the edge was the ad for a horror movie on YouTube. Why couldn’t you just have a day of peace? Someone had spilled coffee on your shirt, and your professor called you out for no reason, and your key got stuck in the door, and today you realized that most of the girls in your classes were skinny and pretty and you were just you and that your parents haven’t called you in a while, and your friends keep ignoring you, and you can’t ever seem to do anything right. Add horror to that list, and you couldn’t help but cry. You wrapped yourself in your blanket, flinging that phone with the horrid advertisement across the room. There was no comfort in that blanket for you. Your roommate wasn’t back in the apartment yet, so at least she couldn’t hear you crying. At least you didn’t have to add embarrassment to your list of stupid reasons to cry. Your sobs quieted down for a bit momentarily, and you noticed a faint knocking sound. No, that was just your imagination. “Hey!” a voice called sharply. Sharply, yet gently. You looked up, only to bump your head against the wall. Your day was really not going well. “So, uh,” the voice started. “Are you alright?” You shook your head no and let out another soft sob, not caring that whoever it was couldn’t even see you. After a small pause, the voice continued. “Do you want to talk?” So you did. You told the person every little detail, all of the aspects that snowballed into this wreck of emotions. The voice patiently remained silent. Suddenly, you notice that your tears stopped falling. “Thanks for listening,” you added to the end of your anecdote. Who knew your neighbor in the apartment next-door would be so kind? You realized how rude you’ve been, suddenly just telling this stranger everything, failing to even introduce yourself. Yet another thing to add to that terrible list of reasons why you fail at life. Quickly, you introduced yourself, throwing in an awkward apology. “No worries,” the voice responded sincerely, and you could finally identify the voice to be male. “I’m Jimin.” Oh. Jimin. That’s…nice. You were just about ready to disappear forever. Jimin was this really cute guy in your calculus class, meaning he’s seen you before. Why does everything you do embarrass yourself? “So…I’ll see you later?” he attempted to end the conversation with as little awkwardness as possible. Yes, he would see you the next day. For four hours. No talking to him, though. Strict professors are such huge cockblocks. You walked to your bathroom and washed your face, hoping that you wouldn’t look like your eyes were having a heavy downpour mere minutes ago. Your eyes met the mirror and examined every detail, making sure there was no way for your roommate to find out. Sighing with relief to find no new flaw in your already flawed face, you walked out to the kitchen and grabbed a tub of ice cream from the fridge along with a spoon. You plopped yourself down and started eating ravenously, almost growling at the door when you heard a knock. Reluctantly, you went to unlock the door. Upon seeing who was there, you immediately perked up. There he was, holding a plush teddy bear, but you couldn’t focus on that; not with his beautiful hair framing his face so perfectly and his adorable little dark eyes beaming at you with such kindness. Jimin handed you the bear, and you wrapped your arms around him. He tensed slightly at the unexpected contact. Eventually, he hugged you back, sensing how much you needed it. His embrace was soft, like the bear clasped in your hand. Time was unraveling, each second seeming to disappear, any progression of the clock coming to a standstill. All was right, wrapped in his arms, but you knew it wasn’t. The amount of work you had to do paired with the amount of time you wasted was enough to send you reeling back into another bout of bawling. At a loss for what to say to comfort you, Jimin simply held you tighter. When your sobs started to slow, Jimin pulled back to look at your face, now puffy from all of your crying. His eyes shifted from your own down to his watch. His eyes widened, laden with urgency. “I should head out now; it’s getting late. Anytime you need to talk, just knock on the wall. I’m all ears. So, I guess I’ll see you in class next time, alright?” You nodded, hoping not to show your eagerness to see him now that he’s acknowledged your existence. As he turned to leave, he flashed a smile as dazzling as diamonds yet as warm as topaz. Your hands clutched the bear against your chest as you absentmindedly stroked its head, feeling its soft fur streaming through your fingers. Oh god, you have your calculus class tomorrow.

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type: smut/daddy kink/soft bdsm I really hope you guys enjoy this because I worked hard~ -admin みよこ

“What to do…” You hummed to yourself as you looked at the arrangement you had on the table. It was your 2 year anniversary of being with Taehyung and nothing seemed quite right. You scurried to your room and grabbed the dress you had bought this morning after Taehyung had left to go to the studio. It was a very tight fitting black dress, it hugged every curve you had. The push-up bra you had on made your boobs look outstanding, and the dress hugged your ass in just the right way. You put on some red lipstick, heading out to the dining room. There was a vase of roses on the table, the light was dim and romantic, and the table was set with a black table cloth and red napkins. You went into the kitchen to check the food, it smelled delicious. It was done cooking, and you grabbed the plates sitting on the table and brought them to the kitchen. It was your first time making kimchi jjigae for you and him, because normally Jin came over and made it whenever Taehyung wanted it. With the help of Jin’s recipe and instructions you succeeded in making it. You heard keys in the door and quickly set the plates on the table, walking to the door slowly. Right as he turned the nob you were at the door. You smiled at him, reaching for his gym bag and jacket. “Thank you princess,” he hummed. “What’s this?” He asked as he kissed your forehead. “Oh, this? Nothing at all.” You beamed. “It seems like something, jagi.” He grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder, walking to the kitchen like it was no big deal. He gasped and put you down quickly, kissing you hard. “Happy anniversary, my love.” You said as you pulled out his chair for him. He jumped up and down with excitement and sat down, immediately grabbing his favorite chopsticks you had gotten him last year, and started eating. You laughed lightly to yourself, sitting in your seat and started small talk with him. “How was work, Taehyung?” You asked quietly, shoving some pork into your mouth. “Tiring, frustrating. Namjoon kept yelling at chim chim and jungkook because they wouldn’t stop making fun of the fact that Jin can’t sit down correctly,” he giggled to himself, “other than that, it was frustrating.” “I’m sorry baby,” You said as you rubbed his knee. “Do you like the-” “Yes baby, it’s delicious.” He said as he shoved more into his mouth. You smiled lightly, leaning your head on his shoulder as he ate some more of the kimchi jjigae.

After you both had finished eating you went to the couch, cuddling and watching a scary movie. A sex scene came on unexpectedly and all you could hear was moaning. Your cheeks flushed and Taehyung seemed to squirm. You leaned against him, and he automatically wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap. You layed there until the movie ended, then got up and turned off the t.v. You yawned and rubbed your eyes, keeping your eyes closed. You started drifting to sleep when you heard the front door open. “Baby?” You called out. “Yes, princess?” You heard Taehyung respond. “Oh, nothing, I thought you had left.” You responded, yawning once more. You felt arms wrap around you and as if it was an instinct, leaned into the body. “Are you ready?” You heard a familiar but unfamiliar voice whisper in your ear. You jumped and opened your eyes, running into the bathroom. Your heart was racing, beating out of your chest. You heard Taehyung say your name, his voice about 3 octaves lower than normal. You slowly opened the door and saw him standing there, his hand reaching out for yours. You slowly walked out of the bathroom, following behind your boyfriend. Once you had walked back into the living room you saw him. Min Yoongi. You ran up to him and hugged him. It’s been hard not being able to hang out with him or any of the other boys because of their busy schedule. He’s your best friend, and he’s been your best friend since you moved to Korea when you were 8. “I’ve missed you, Yoongi!” You yelled. He pushed you off and made a face at you before giggling and giving you a noogie. You smiled and felt Taehyung’s arms wrap around your waist, showering kisses on your neck. Yoongi came up in front of you and kissed your exposed shoulder, lightly nipping the skin. “T-Tae… What’s going on?” You managed to slip out of your mouth without moaning. Yoongi pressed his finger to your lips, kissing your forehead and backing away from you. Taehyung picked you up and carried you to your shared bedroom, the biggest room in your apartment. Yoongi followed closely behind, biting his lip and doing that thing with his tongue that he does. You were placed on the floor on your feet, standing in front of the bed. You faced Taehyung and Yoongi, watching them exchange whispers. “Knees. Now,” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the large room. “Keep your eyes shut.” You nodded, immediately dropping to your knees and closing your eyes. Yoongi went into Taehyung’s closet where you kept your things. You heard the door shut lightly, feeling a satin blindfold wrap around your eyes and a collar buckled to your neck. You whimpered as someone pulled at the collar with the leash, feeling your core get hotter every second. You heard a low groan come from Taehyung as you heard his footsteps circle around you. Once again the collar was yanked and you let out a small whimper. You felt your dress being torn apart by large hands, gasping at the strength of him. Your back was bare and exposed. Soon enough you felt the stinging of a flogger against your lower back, softly screaming out. “Make another noise and you get the paddle.” Taehyung growled. Another stinging from the flogger, and another, and another. You felt your lip start to bleed from biting it so hard trying to keep quiet. The rest of your dress was yanked off of you, and thrown across the room. “Work was frustrating today, huh tae?” Yoongi asked. “Why yes, yes it was, Yoongi.” He responded. “And we have to take care of that pent up stress somehow, right?” “That’s right, Yoongi.” Taehyung responded. You could hear the grin in his voice. “Well we have your little fuck toy right here,” he hummed, “why not take it out on her?” He suggested. Your core was dripping so much you could’ve sworn some dripped onto the floor. You were pulled up by your neck, your legs weak, almost falling. You felt two large hands grip your hips, supporting your body. You felt a hand go down into your laced panties, sliding in between your folds and immediately pulling out. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Already dripping for us, are you, jagiya?” Your boyfriend groaned slightly and ran a hand up and down your ass, leaving a harsh smack on it. You bit your lip to keep quiet, but you heard him whisper in your ear, “You can make as much noise as you’d like now, baby girl. I wanna hear you scream.” Once again a hand travelled into your panties, immediately sliding into you. His fingers curled right up into your g-spot and you couldn’t help but move your hands to his shoulders, clawing lightly, moaning softly. “Louder, baby,” Yoongi spoke. His thumb rubbed your clit as his fingers worked their magic inside of you and you were barely able to hold back your orgasm. “Ask nicely, jagiya~” Taehyung cooed. “Please, sir-” “Ah, ah. What did I tell you?” He growled. “Please, Daddy, let me cum.” You whimpered, thrusting your hips into Yoongi’s hand. You barely held it back in time as he said “Cum.”

You were forcefully thrown onto the bed, 4 hungry hands roaming your body. Your panties were ripped off of you, along with your bra, as you felt a body hover over you. You felt another body hover over your face, a thumb placed on your chin, opening your mouth. “Don’t disappoint me.” Yoongi groaned above you. The blindfold was taken off of you softly, making sure you weren’t hurt. Yoongi kissed your forehead and you started stroking him lightly and slowly, receiving a low groan from him as his hands went to his hair. Taehyung started rubbing your swollen button of nerves as you felt him slowly push into you, receiving a low grunt from him. You stroked Yoongi faster before he opened your mouth and shoved it down your throat, whimpering quietly, thrusting his hips into your face. The knot in your stomach told you you were going to cum from all the pleasure you were receiving. Taehyung inside you, rubbing your clit at rapid speeds and Yoongi fucking your face. You whimpered against Yoongi and arched your back, letting them both know you were close. Yoongi thrusted his hips faster and more sloppy, giving you a quiet signal he was close as well. You grabbed his hips and forced him all the way down your throat, gagging lightly. You heard profanities and “(y/n)”’s come from his mouth as his cum shot down your throat as you kept him all the way down your throat. Taehyung groaned deeply and quietly moaned your name as you felt warmness fill your insides as you came with him. Taehyung pulled out of you and Yoongi pulled out of your mouth, Taehyung walking towards you and kneeling by your face as Yoongi kneeled in between your thighs. Taehyung smiled at you sweetly and you started stroking him lightly. His body jerked forward, still sensitive from his previous orgasm. Right as you were teasing the tip of Taehyung, you felt a cool tongue up and down your slit. You arched your back and moaned against Taehyung, who groaned in response. Yoongi’s sinful tongue ate you like there was no tomorrow. After a few minutes you felt a tightness in your stomach and you felt the white blur of your orgasm approaching. Taehyung came in your mouth as you felt your orgasm rip through you, your body jerking from the power of 2 orgasms in 5 minutes. Some of Taehyung’s cum dripped out of your mouth, sliding down your cheek. Yoongi used his thumb to wipe it up, putting his thumb in your mouth to lick it off. Yoongi got his clothes on, and walked out of the room and crashed in the guest bedroom. Taehyung pulled you to him on the bed and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your forehead. “I love you, (y/n). Happy anniversary jagiya.”

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Secret Sigtings

For the anon that requested taegi angst. I know it’s not much of a happy ending, I’ll post a part two later.

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Taehyung searched around the area for his boyfriend. Yoongi promised that he would meet the younger at the carnivals food stalls.

Well, there Tae was. And there Yoongi-hyung wasn’t.

It wasn't like Taehyung was surprised. He should have expected it, the older was never one to flaunt his new lover.

Fifteen minutes slipped by, and Tae started to worry. Maybe he had gone home. Maybe it wasn’t the best of ideas to have scolded him so harshly. Taehyung got that Yoongi was older and of course had needs, but he weren’t going to strait up agree to public sex just because he was being a horny little shit. He could wait.

After more time passed the younger boy started to think other wise. His previously injured ankle had began to ache and the need to sit began to prevail all other worldly emotions.

A few meters away he spotted a deserted table and sprinted to it. A content sigh slipped through as he could finally rest his hard working limbs. Maybe it wasnt such a good idea to live yesterday in the studio, Taehyung laughed to himself and streched his legs from under him.

A waiter passed by the table that he occupied and it was only now that he had actually realized how hungry he was. Taehyung settled for the simplest of the simplest;corn dogs. And idea bulb lit itself. Taehyung searched for Yoongi on his phone contacts, found him, kunamon*hyung, and dialled his number.

Voice mail.

So he left a message.

“Hey Su-Yoongi … umm its me … Tae … I’m still waiting for you. I trust you.”

He placed his phone on the table and stared cautiously at it as if it were to detonate any second. Only did he realize his slip.

I almost called him Suga. And then he became Yoongi. Just Yoongi.

 A few minutes later, after he had sent the message, the phone began to vibrate. A message came.

“You shouldn’t”

Feeling worn out both mentally and physically, Tae searched around for Jimin. He was completely sure that he would be here, he never passed up these opportunities, with his boyfriend never being accepting of his love. He agreed to search for Yoongi. He suggested the bathroom seeing as that would be where he would be if placed in the same situation. 

Taehyung slightly felt bad for pulling Jimin away from Jungkook.

Every unoccupied stall in the male restroom was searched diligently. There was no sign of his boyfriend.

Finally allowing himself to accept defeat, he went back to the food stall area through the back of the building. 

And there was Yoongi, with his green mop of hair. 

Occupied. 

His hands were wrapped around a guys waist that wasn’t Tae’s, his tongue was most likely down his throat, from experience of course, and he was pressing him against the brick walls.

Apparently this was the funniest thing throughout all existence. Both people turned their heads towards the youngest and Yoongi dawned the most panicked face. He was scared. That his beloved Tae would leave him?

He should have thought that through.

Taehyung’s shoulders began jolting violently with every forceful sob. Yoongi started to make his way towards him, eyes with belated remorse, but Taehyung waved him off with his hand nonchalantly and walked the rest of the way home.

By the time Yoongi made it to their shared flat, there was a mess of clothes on the wooden floors. Some of them Taes, most his. He found the younger stationery in an empty tub in the bathroom and dropped to his knees.

He started to sob quietly.

A wave of silence passed. Taehyung could basically feel his mood dropping and the stench of depression invaded his nostrils.

“You shouldn’t be here, stupid.” He got up from his position and walked into their room.

Taehyung got under the sheets and tried to fall asleep. Yoongi got in eventuall. “Don’t face me. Don’t touch me. Stay as far away from me.” He still wasn’t happy with what had happened. But Tae could find ways to heal. And Yoongi could find reasons not to go.

There was still a little bit of hope.

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Can I get a Taegi angst with a happy ending?

Sure

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