#bts tae scenarios

[7brownsuga7]

Taehyung boyfriend headcanon ♡

Loves to sing to you. Or will hum to you, especially while you guys cuddle in bed

This relationship runs on impulsive decisions. Running out in the rain? Check. Randomly going on long road trips? Check. Laying out on the grass one random day? Check. Just very random activities.

Cute dates. Jazz clubs, fine dining, cute picnics, road trips, etc

Flowers have an occasional appearance in your home. He loves buying you flowers and will pick them up whenever he sees pretty ones.

Loads of love letters and notes. He’s constantly giving them to you because he has so much love for you and so much to say. He loves expressing himself and this is one way how he does it.

You’re his muse. He’s always inspired and has so much creativity because of you. You give him so much inspiration to do the things he loves.

Loves taking pictures of you and having little photo shoots. He definitely has a ton of pictures and videos of you in his camera roll

Will send you songs that remind you of him. Especially love songs. He’s definitely a playlist maker and has made tons of playlists for you that he’s put his heart and soul into.

Very needy and requires a lot of attention. Although he denies being a big baby, he is and he knows it.

Gifts!! He loves gifting you jewellery, cute dainty necklaces and bracelets for sure.

He will slow dance with you at home, in the kitchen as you both cook. He just enjoys those little moments where you’re both together enjoying the music and each others embrace

Gossip!! You two are obsessed with coming home and telling each other about your day/tea. And you better give him the details!

Has a habit of people watching with you. That’s a big part of your outings. And a way for you to pass on time.

I don’t know but I feel like he likes to have matching couple stuff like jewellery, phone cases, etc. not blatant matching things but you know like small details

He has this thing we’re he will randomly draw you in his own style. Just randomly as your going about your day he’ll shyly show you his drawings of you.

Massages!!!! He will occasionally give you massages to get rid of any tension in your body. He wants you to feel comfortable and hates when you feel tense

[livingformintyoongi]

Misunderstanding | Kim Taehyung

a/n: I'm so bad with titles lol. At least you get the idea a bit :). In one part it is mentioned that Y/N is not a public figure like Taehyung, even though she is a chaebol. This is because her family is somewhat like that of Samsung's owners, they keep their children's identities secret until they make their own place in the company.

Summary: It's basically your reaction to hearing about the dating rumours between Taehyung and Jennie while the two of you are still in a relationship. And obviously, he is trying to fix things as quickly as possible.

wc: 2.9k (I didn't think it would be so long honestly).

When you started dating Taehyung, you never thought it would be a big problem. You knew that his schedule was complicated, but you didn't have any drama with that because yours was pretty much the same. You also knew that you wouldn't be a public couple because of the criticism you might get, but that was even better for you because you didn't like being in the public eye either. Problems on tour? Phones were there for a reason, not being able to have children? You were too young, can’t go out in public? Loved the cozy, private dates, little quality time together? Even better! Every moment with him would feel even more special because of how exclusive it was. Yes, you were willing to accept all these disadvantages because you never saw them as an insurmountable problem. At least until now.

You and Taehyung started dating in 2020, during the pandemic. You met him at the concert in cooperation with Lotte Duty Free, one of the companies your father founded, because yes, you were the youngest daughter of the Shin, the family in charge of the Lotte company and all its subsidiaries.

The two of you got along very well while preparing for the concert, so you decided to exchange numbers to keep in touch. It only took a few months before you started dating him officially, and you were very happy at first. 

His schedule was busy, of course, but he had time for you. He would greet you with a big smile, hug you from behind, and take you to the dining room where he had a whole show set up for you. Jazz in the background, scented candles, rose petals everywhere, and two plates of food of dubious origin that you would enjoy anyway because your boyfriend made it. 

You were willing to put up with all those cons if he gave you moments like this every chance he got, moments where it was just you and him. 

Once the pandemic was over and your schedule returned to normal, things got complicated.

And no, time, work, dating, none of that was the problem, because it didn't even have anything to do with you two as a couple.The problems were caused by a third person. Kim Jennie, one of the members of Blackpink and one of the most beautiful women you will ever meet.

You never had any problems with her. You had bumped into her once or twice in the hallway on your way backstage, but obviously she wouldn't recognize you, you were always covered from head to toe.You thought that your friend had the same relationship with her, something casual that couldn't even be called a friendship because you barely said hello to each other when you were together, in fact Taehyung never looked at anyone when he was with you.So why did this happen now?

Your boyfriend was on tour and it was the time of his concert, so you couldn't just call him and ask him about it. You looked at the screen of your cell phone for the sixth time, the headline in big, dark letters seemed to mock your feelings.

"Dispatch confirms, V of BTS and Jennie of Blackpink are in a relationship," you muttered to yourself, trying to get your brain to catch the words, to process them, to react. It didn't.

You scrolled down the page until you stopped at the myriad of photos they had as proof. None of them looked doctored. 

You saw the blue short-sleeved shirt with flowers that Taehyung was wearing in the photo and put your phone down to go to the closet you shared. You pulled out all of his clothes until you found it. You grabbed it and crumpled it in your hands. 

Only then did you burst into tears. You covered your eyes with your shirt and screamed until you felt your throat couldn't take it anymore. Your heart hurt so much that you even had trouble breathing. 

You looked around the room you both shared, trying to understand why he would do this to you. You thought you were fine, everything seemed fine, so why were there hundreds of videos and pictures of your boyfriend with another girl? You felt like all these people were making fun of you by being happy for them. What about you, why don't they think about his real girlfriend who had to put up with years of being locked away in secret while these two were fearlessly dating?

The sadness soon turned to anger, and it wasn't long before you got up and grabbed the biggest suitcase you could find, whether it was his or yours.

You stuffed it with as many clothes as you could, taking your time because you knew he wasn't coming. You lifted the suitcase as high as you could and carried it into the living room. You looked at every single picture of the two of you as a couple. Another few tears fell from your eyes and you let them out as you took the frames and threw them away. 

You threw out everything you could. Mugs, matching pajamas, pictures, rings, absolutely everything. When you were done, your eyes were dry and your head hurt too much, but you didn't care. You grabbed your suitcase and headed for the door.

The only thing that stopped you from leaving was Yeontan, who stood in the doorway, staring at you while wagging his tail from side to side.

"Tannie, mommy has to go do something, okay?" you nuzzled behind his ear and sobbed softly. You knew he wouldn't understand. "Don't worry, I'll visit you every day until your owner comes."

You stood up, took a breath, and walked away. You didn't know where you were going, but that apartment was no longer an option. 

You stood in front of the buildings where you lived and watched for taxis to pass by. Just then you received a phone call. For a moment you thought it would be Taehyung, but no, it was just Jimin's girlfriend, Soyeon, to whom you had become very close over the past years.

"Yes?" you mumbled hoarsely.

"Honey, it's me, Soyeonie," she said in a much calmer voice than usual. She was probably aware of your situation. "I read the news, are you okay?" You opened your mouth to reply, but she interrupted you so quickly that you didn't have time to say anything, "Of course you're not," she sighed, remaining silent for a few seconds, "Look, I know maybe I shouldn't pry, but I understand that you're hurting and the last thing you want is to be in a place full of... him."

You sob softly, wiping your cheeks as quickly as the first tears came.

"I haven't sold my old apartment yet, it has some furniture, enough to live decently, why don't you stay there for a few weeks?"

"Soyeon-ah," you cried, wanting to hug her until you fell asleep. That's what you needed, a long nap.

"Relax, everything’s gonna be okay, Unnie will come and see you there, I'll send you the address, just wait."

"Okay," you nodded, even though you knew she couldn't see you, "thanks."

"It's nothing."

And she hung up.

You looked around. It was full of cars and buildings that looked too big. 

You felt so stupid as you mentally wished that Taehyung was here to comfort you.

You saw a taxi coming your way and you made it stop. You weren't sure if this would be the end of your relationship, you were willing to hear his side, but you weren't willing to have to live with him or a place filled with his presence.

This was best for you.

Taehyung called you the next day, about twenty times, not counting messages. You didn't answer any of them, mostly because you were asleep until 4 pm. You had a hard time falling asleep. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see the two of them holding hands, together in the car, on a date to some kind of zoo. You cried every time your brain projected those images.

Your phone rang for the 21st time. You were still a little groggy from sleep, but you answered it anyway.

"Y/N!" You turned the phone away from your ear. It was too painful to hear his voice so loud with the headache you were feeling, "Oh God, I was so afraid something bad had happened to you. I called the girls, but none of them knew anything about you, so I got worried and..."

"Why did you call me?" you asked curtly. You thought maybe you were being a little cruel, but you didn't care. Answering him like that wouldn't make him feel a thousandth of the pain you felt and still feel since last night.

He was silent for a few seconds. You'd never answered him like that before, you guessed that's why he was so quiet.

"I..." he cleared his throat, sounding a little more tense than when you answered him, "I was a little worried, my manager told me about the news and I thought maybe you were feeling a little depressed-".

You interrupted him again, but this time with a mocking laugh, "A little depressed? Is that how you think I felt? A little depressed?" you laughed again. You had completely woken up this time, "Tell me, Kim, how would you feel if overnight it was all over the news that I was dating an idol? Huh? What would you do if this news came to you on the fucking Dispatch, while I was on the other fucking side of the world enjoying a concert? Would you be a little depressed? A little hurt? Would you even have taken the fucking trouble to answer my calls?" you began to raise your voice with every word you said. You didn't even notice at what point your voice broke. "You have no idea what I'm going through, and you never will, because unlike you I'm not a public figure! I could be fucking any man in Korea and you're never going to see an internet media outlet post it and 'celebrate' my relationship, you're never going to see any fan of mine go on social media and celebrate my relationship with someone else while you're behind the curtains" You sobbed, wiping your cheeks awkwardly.

"Honey, I know it's-"

"Don't you dare call me like that" you growled, clenching your jaw, "I don't even want to hear you say my name, do you understand?"

"Y/N" he muttered, his voice trembling. You assumed that at some point in your verbal vomit he had started to cry, "Just give me 1 minute, I'll explain everything, I promise."

You tried to control your anger by taking a big breath of air, it worked enough to stop you from sending him to fuck off... for the second time.

"Do you want me to listen to you?" you mumble, looking down at your hands, remembering all the times he came home late, wondering if all those times he was at her house, doing god knows what while you tried to stay awake just to see him before bed. 

"Y-yes, please, I just need a minute".

"Fine," you smiled half-heartedly, "then come and explain it to me in person. If you're really sorry and say it's a misunderstanding, come here and tell me."

Your more conscientious side chided you for your request. It was his job, you couldn't just order him to make a trip from the United States to Korea just for you. Maybe that's why you gave him that condition. You knew he wouldn't come all this way just for you.

The line went silent, you could barely hear his breathing. You ended your conversation.

"I thought so," muttering much calmer than at the beginning, "I guess Soyeon was right in saying that the only one who would have to make sacrifices for our relationship would be me."

And you cut the call short.

You put your phone on airplane mode and plopped down on your bed, ready to go back to sleep for the rest of the weekend.

It had been a day since you heard the news, barely 17 hours since you last spoke to Taehyung, because yes, you counted the hours. You hadn't eaten anything, you'd barely had a glass of water, and the only thing you felt like doing right now was taking a very long shower and then crying yourself to sleep. Yes, it sounded like the perfect plan to try to get over your ex, if that's what you could call it.

You got in the tub at 10am, didn't get out until 12:30, and when you did you could barely feel your fingers and toes. At least your muscles had finally relaxed.

You dressed more slowly than usual, in just your pajamas, the only ones that weren't your partner's, and went to bed.

Until the doorbell rang.

You changed direction, confused. You were sure that no one besides Soyeon knew you were here. It crossed your mind that maybe she was worried about you and that's why you'd decided to open up and politely turn her away.

Except she wasn't the one waiting for you on the other side.

"Y/N," Taehyung said, trying to regulate his breathing. "You really were here," he whispered, entering the flat and closing behind him. It wasn't until the door rattled that his arms wrapped around you so tightly that you almost stopped breathing. "Why did you leave home? I got so worried when I saw our stuff in the trash and the wardrobe almost empty" he cupped your cheeks, inspecting your face.

You didn't understand what exactly was going on.

"What are you doing here?" you mumbled, letting him search your face. 

"You told me to come" he looked into your eyes and, almost instantly, his eyes began to fill with tears. "I couldn't let you because a misunderstanding made you hate me to the point of breaking up with me, I... I don't want to be without you, at this point I don't think I can be," he bent down until he could place his forehead against yours, his thumbs caressing the skin of your cheeks, "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, I don't plan on losing you over something stupid like this."

You looked at Taehyung, still not understanding what he was trying to say. 

"The pictures are real" he exhaled deeply, "but it's not like you think" he pulled his phone out of his trousers pocket. His hands were shaking slightly. You wanted to hold them, but you completely erased the thought, "We dated for a few months, it was a very short thing, about two or three months before we met".

He showed you some conversations from a few years ago. He was asking her to bring him the shoes he had left at her house last time, and that he would appreciate it if she would bring the leash they had bought Yeontan. You also saw the last messages they sent to each other, it was only a few days ago.

Jennie told him that someone had hacked into her phone and most likely found the pictures they took the time they went to the zoo. She apologized and sent him stickers of crying puppies, saying that the lawsuit against the hacker had already started and that she would try to speed up the process so that he wouldn't be affected. 

"I totally understand how angry you were, and obviously I also understand that you want to talk about this face-to-face, so I took the first flight I could find so I could come talk to you and-".

You didn't let him finish. You couldn't do that, not after everything you've been feeling the last few days. So you did the only thing you could think of since he came into the flat. You kissed him.

It was much more awkward than your kisses usually are, but you didn't care. You were so relieved that it was all a misunderstanding that no matter what kind of kiss it was, it would still be amazing to you.

He followed your kiss as soon as he came out of his surprise. He clung to you as if his life depended on it. He was the one who deepened the kiss and lifted you off the floor so he could kiss you better.

"I'm so sorry" you whispered in the middle of the messy kisses he was giving you, "sorry for doubting you" you sobbed softly, hugging his neck with all your strength.

He shook his head, holding your cheeks, "Don't apologise, it was a normal reaction, you said it yourself, I wouldn't have even answered your calls if I had been in your place" he kissed your shoulder softly, letting out a soft sigh. It felt so good to have you with him after all the tension he experienced during the flight.

"You were right about everything you said" he murmured, pulling away enough to look you in the eye, "so please don't apologize to me".

You nodded a little calmer, closing your eyes as you felt Taehyung's nose on yours.

"Now let's go get your things, I don't want to go back inside the house and not see your things in it."

Masterlist.

[muniimyg]

SOUR CANDY KISSES // KTH

it always begins with a casual kiss, doesn't it?

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kim taehyung has given up on love. unfortunately for him, his 3-year-old son hasn't

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pairings: dilf taehyung + preschool teacher oc

au/genre:

childhood friends to lovers

slow pinning

fluff, crack & smut

warnings:

implied + actual smut (x)

note: oh... this is for my og's <3

after literal YEARS ... i am so excited to be posting this fic !!! if you haven't caught on,,, this fic is a spin-off of (one of my first) smau,, casual . you don't have to read it to understand the fic,, but i do encourage you to read it as this fic contains a lot of iykyk moments (it's basically a sequel duhhh) . this way you'll be able to understand the little details and also feel more satisfied with the character development .

+ casual jk / casual oc will be in this fic . for the sake of their universe ,, casual jk's oc will be referred to as momo (... iykyk)

parts: 0/20

ongoing

update schedule is undecided atm !

[babiesdreams]

Advent Calendar

Day 23 : Kim Taehyung . +18 (Yes I'm hella late I know)

Content Warning: Leash, Violent dominance and degradation, Spanking, Gagging, Breeding kink, Mutual masturbation.

His half gone cigarrette drops ashes onto the floor. His gaze fully focused on yours. You gulp your own spit, shaken by the power he holds over you. His hand moves, pulling from the leash attatched to your collar. You move in his direction instinctively. "Come here" His low voice sends shivers across your spine, making you shake slightly, but paralyze completely.

"Don't make me repeat myself" He warns you, letting a cloud of smoke out of his mouth. You finally react and walk towards him, stopping right in front of him. Your eyes now fix on the floor since you find yourself unable to hold his intimidating gaze. "Look at me" He orders, though you cannot get your eyes off the floor. His hand lifts your chin, forcing you to look up. "I said look at me" He repeats with a low demanding tone.

Your heart skips a beat when you look deeply into his eyes. His hand moves from your chin towards your wrist. He guides your hand until it's right over his clothed length. It's obvious he's erect, even desperate. "You see what you did to me?" He asks, not looking away from your eyes. You nod, glaring at his bulge.

He chuckles taking another puff of the cigarette. "Don't look at it, look at me" Your eyes go back to his. "Are you mute today?" He asks with a hint of sarcasm. "N-no sir" you struggle to whisper. He lays his head back with a long sigh. "Stuttering?" He asks before taking another drag of the cigar. "Do I make you nervous?" He asks, lifting you chin up again, to make sure you don't break eye contact. "Yes sir" You reply softly.

He nods, putting out the cigar. "Bend over" He orders signing you to get over his lap, while he remains seated. You lay your chest over his thighs, exposing your butt to him. "You do understand you can't simply turn me on while I'm working don't you?" He asks, carressing your butt softly. "Yes sir" You reply instantly. "Then why did you send those photos?" He asks.

Your whole face turns red when you remember taking the photos on the apartment just to turn him on during work. As much as you enjoyed being obedient in bed, you could never deny yourself the pleasure of behaving like a brat once or twice. "I missed you sir" You reply with a smirk that can be heard by the way you speak. "You better not be smiling" He warns you, eventhough he knows you definetely are.

"I'm sorry sir" You reply keeping a more serious tone now. "What for?" He asks, his hands still caress the soft skin of your half naked butt. "For turning you on while you were on work sir" The silence makes you continue, as you understand he's not quite satisfied. "And for smiling about it"

His hand leaves your skin for a split second, then returns in the shape of a harsh spank. You let out a small moan completely taken by the unexpected hashness of his hand. He caresses the sore skin, making you have goosebumps all over your body. "You didn't sound convinced" He explains. "Say it again" You can feel a grin forming on his face although you're completely unable to see it.

"I'm sorry sir" You say and he spanks you again, this time on your other cheek. The sore feeling expands all over your butt making your legs shake, though his fingertips passing over your skin soothes you in an unexpected way. "Louder" He orders this time. "I'm sorry" You say louder.

Another spank follows. "You forgot to say sir" He points out. This time his hand passes over your underwear, noticing the wet spot left over the fabric. "You are doing it on purpose aren't you?" He asks, passing his hand over your covered cunt. "No sir" You reply althouh you cannot deny you are enjoying it.

He sighs before speaking. "You are a lost cause" He states, taking his hands off your body. A small moan escapes your lips as a protest. He looks down on you and lifts your head, making you fall on your knees. "Try to satisfy me. I think that may be the only use of you" He says, and you quickly undo his belt and pants, to expose his length. You lean over but his hand stops you right away. "You're not allowed to use your mouth" He says.

You look at him with puppy eyes, but his expression doesn't soften. You move your hand over to his length and start stroking it slowly. "Oh you have one minute" He says with a calmed tone. "Or you'll get punished" This time you can see his grin as clear as day.

You focuse on his dick, strocking it hardly, fastly, then changing the pace, teasing him to get him to his edge, but he seems unbothered as if you weren't touching him at all. After a while he yawns and grabs your wrists forcing you to stop. "You lost" He says with an evil smirk. His hand gestures you to go back on his lap and you obligue, now with a harmed pride.

His fingers play over your sore skin. "Now the question is... what are you good at?" He asks with a satisfied tone, as if he had planned this through. "I can please you sir" You reply trying to regain your pride. "You couldn't tho" He spanks you harder than before, making you back curve. You stay like that for a few seconds trying to recover. "Back to your position" He orders and you finally lay back again.

"I can suck you sir" You say now with a shaken voice. He nods. "You could" He starts saying, with a deep voice. "But you gotta earn it" He whispers finally. "How can I earn it sir?" You ask softly and he stays in silent, thinking about it, while his fingers caress your sore skin.

"Eleven more spanks" He demands. Your body shakes at the thought of how painful they would feel with your skinbeing so sensitive now. You nod slowly, giving him your consent. "Count them" He orders, lifting his hand from your skin. The noise of your skin being hit makes you flinch but you manage to say "One"

"Louder next time" He simply orders before spanking you again. "Two" You shout. He continues to spank you and you manage to keep counting loudly. Each one harder than the previous one. "Nine" You cry out, your legs shaking uncontrolably. He pauses, caressing your whole spine to help you calm down. Once you stop shaking he hits you, softer this time, taking into consideration how red your skin looks. "Ten" You say taking deep breaths. This time he gives you no break, hitting you harshly right after the last one. "Eleven" You whisper, slowly recovering from the hit.

He lifts you up, sitting you down on his lap. His fingers play with your hair softly while he whispers in your ear. "You earned it" You smile proudly, tears dripping down your cheeks while your skin gets used to the softness of his leg after the abuse. He places kisses on your neck, calming you down slowly. When he stops you look into his eyes and a smile appears on your lips. You kiss him softly yet deeply tasting the smoke of the cigar.

After a couple of seconds you pull away and get on your knees. His length had grown with the spanking session, making it hard to fit in your mouth. You start with the tip, leaving your hand on the base to help you. As you go down you start suckin it in, forcing a groan out of him. You keep going deeper, reassured by his long breaths and gasps. His hands start grabbing your hair on a ponytail and guiding your moves up and down his dick.

After a few seconds his whole length enters you, gagging you briefly. He lets go of your hair and you pull away to regain your breath. You look at him, keeping your hands moving on his dick. He sighs and lifts you off the ground, dropping you on the bed. He lays on top of you while his lips trap you in a heated kiss. His hands rip your underwear and start spreading your wetness over your folds, making circles over your clit.

"You're so damn wet" He mutters against your lips before inserting two fingers inside of you. You keep moving your hands over his length. He suddenly stops touching you and looks deeply into your eyes. "What do you want?" He asks, ready to fulfill your desires. "I want you" You whisper.

He reaches for a condom from his sidebed table, but you stop him. "Only you" You whisper, making his grin grow. "Are you sure?" He asks caressing your face. You nod with a smile.

He enters you abruptly, making you moan out of pleasure. He keeps his arms on the sides of your face while he thrusts into you, deeper each time. You're filled with nothing but anticipation and desire. His mouth descends down your neck, taking your nipples inside his mouth, sucking on them and slightly bbiting them. After a short while you can feel his cum filling your insides.

He tries to pull off but you stop him. "I want it to stay inside" You whisper, blushing profusely. He nods, staying like that but moving his fingers down to your clit, determined to make you cum over and over again.

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Masterlist

[yoongikapi]

swimming || kth || oneshot

fluff

masterlist

it started as a simple, relaxing day. your boyfriend taehyung took you to the beach to relax. you were doing exactly that; relaxing, or trying to at least. taehyung kept bothering you, poking your side, stacking sand on your back, trying to flip your page before you finished reading it. “tae can you stop?”

he pokes your side once again before answering “you’ve been reading forever, hangout with your boyfriend now.” simply rubbing the tiny mountain of sand off your arm you reply “i thought you brought me here to relax” “you’ve been relaxing for the last 2 hours, lets go swim” you sigh but nod and his face lights up.

you close your book and he takes it from your hand, setting it inside your bag. he takes your hand and runs to the water and you’re forced to run as well to keep up with him. once your toes hit the cold water he releases your hand and dives under. he pushes his hair back from his face when he emerges and all you can do is stare. he notices you checking him out and he splashes water at you. you scream at the sudden cold contact and start to run the opposite way, but taehyung grabs your arm before you can get far. he throws you over his shoulder and leads you back into the cold mass.

“taehyung its cold! put me down!” you laugh and he laughs with you. he continues in deeper and once the water reaches his waist he jumps under and takes you with him. he’s quick to wrap his arms around you and pull you back up with him. he smiled up at you and you smile back, “i love you” “i love you too” you reply before splashing him in the face.

[livingformintyoongi1]

First Time | Kim Taehyung

This is a little drabble of the Style series, I wanted to write about this series and this came out lol, I hope you like it. Warnings: Fluff, slight Smut, Actress!Reader, Tae is an idol, but is taking a break from music and entered acting again, mention of "Daytime Star" (Beautiful webtoon). wc: 3.3k

When Tae offered you to go to his house to practice the dialogues for the later chapters, you didn't hesitate to say yes. He was the man you trusted the most, you adored him; he was sweet, funny, charismatic and very polite. He was exactly what any girl would want in her life. You were completely grateful that he was your co-star in the k-drama "Daytime Star," and even more grateful that he allowed you to practice alongside him.

"Have you read the script for episode 13 yet?" muttered Tae with his eyes fixed on the thick stack of sheets labeled 'Daytime Star | Chapter 13'. 

"Yes!" you smiled as you stood up, with the script tightly clenched in your hands - quite small compared to Tae's - and peeked over to see his, "There's a scene in the kitchen in this one" you looked at your co-worker, friend at this point, and couldn't help but blush at the thought of what you had to do. You didn't think you were strong enough to see Tae shirtless.

He nodded, almost as if it was nothing new. You wondered internally if he had already done something similar with another girl, though that wasn't your problem. "Looks like it," he gave you a tight-lipped smile, leaving the script on the table and resting his full attention on you as he stretched his arms above his head. "I didn't think they'd have any racy scenes, are you sure you can handle that? From what you've told me, you don't have much experience in this area," Tae's cheeks flushed heavily as he watched you shrink in place, looking down at your feet, "I-I didn't mean to offend you."

"No, you're right, I've actually never made a scene like that before" you sighed defeatedly. You hated not being experienced enough to be true to the role you had been given almost by miracle.

"We could talk to the director and ask him to remove that scene and..." said Tae, too quickly for you to interrupt. But you still took his hand, giving him such a soft, sweet smile that he stopped on his own.

"Tae, I really appreciate your concern, but I also don't want to affect the recording. Besides, it's part of my job to accommodate the character, and if Yura needs to make out with Seunghyeon for the advancement of the plot, then I'll have to do it," you couldn't help the blush that grew from your ears to your neck. In your head it sounded better. Much better.

You shrank in place as you felt his lingering gaze on you, had you overstepped your bounds by saying that, or maybe... he didn't want to make that scene?

That idea completely terrified you. You looked at him with fear in your eyes, and before you could apologize in case he's the one who ultimately doesn't want to expose himself that way, his deep voice interrupted you.

"Then let's practice that scene" he muttered, looking around his apartment, as if he was searching for something. "It all starts after Yura makes Seunghyeon a coffee, right?" lightly squeezing your hand, he walked at a slow pace to his kitchen, "I saw a bit of the webtoon, my kitchen looks a bit like it, so we could take advantage of that."

You were dumbfounded. With your mouth wide open in amazement. You'd kissed Tae before, for the show, of course, but to have him kiss you, take off his shirt for you, and lift you up and press you against his kitchen was... too much.

You shook your head, pushing that idea out of your head. You were a professional, and you would take this situation as such. Yeah, you definitely weren't going to think about how bad this would be for your weak heart.

"Okay, so..." he paused for a moment, quickly reading the dialogues before stopping at you, "let's start with the part where Seunghyeon appears from behind Yura and rests his hand against the kitchen, is that okay with you?" he looked up so he could get your approval. You almost got choked up when you saw his eyes. You just nodded quickly, knowing inside that you wouldn't be able to answer him with words.

You took a breath of air, grabbing one of the cups Tae had drying and positioned it in front of you, without letting go of the handle. A few seconds later you felt the warmth of Tae's body behind your back. You ignored the shiver that ran down your back. Your gaze was fixed on the cup, only straying when Tae's hand appeared next to yours, touching the counter with his fingertips.

You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut as you could feel Tae's breath brush against your ear. 

"What about what I said?" he whispered hoarsely, causing your legs to tremble slightly.

You admired his professionalism, and you really needed some of it for the scene.

You turned to look at him, your eyebrows drawn together between your brows, just as the script called for you to do. You couldn't help but think of the difference in height between the two of you. In a firm voice, but without anger or malice, you replied "You're laughing at me, aren't you?".

And for a second you felt your whole body melt at Tae's smitten smile. He was seriously a great actor, you couldn't look at anyone with those eyes so... bright and soft.

You grumbled as you watched his smile grow even bigger at your question. You shook your head and straightened up, turning all your attention back to the cup with coffee -which, right now, was just an empty cup-. "Ugh, you're hopeless, Seunghyeon Kang, you know that?" you muttered with fake anger, and not only because that anger was from a character and not yours, if not because you knew Yura wouldn't say it with malice, not towards the person who loved her the most -after her best friend, of course-.

"What did you call me?" Tae asked mockingly, resting his left hand on the counter, leaving you completely trapped. You were starting to get nervous.

"What?" you turned your whole body towards him, raising your eyebrows, "You want me to call you Seunghyeon Kim instead of...?"

Yeah, you didn't really expect him to kiss you, though it didn't have to surprise you. That kiss was coming out in the scene. You obviously followed the kiss, after all, right now it wasn't you and Taehyung, co-workers, it was Yura and Seunghyeon, a happy acting couple just starting to date.

 You remembered how in the script it appeared that you had to take his shirt and wrinkle it. He wasn't wearing a shirt, but a sleeveless white Celine T-shirt. Unable to hold onto his arms, you brought your hands to his chest, crumpling the fabric near his shoulders. A shiver ran down your back for the second time, but this time, it had every right to appear. Taehyung had moaned against your lips as you felt yourself clinging to his shirt. Your rational side mentally pleaded that he'd only done it for the practice and not for... well, the kiss.

You weren't sure how long you must have been kissing, but you were sure it must not have been that long. You distinctly remembered it appearing as 'a chaste kiss' or something like that, your photographic memory starting to fail for every second that Tae kept moving his sides against yours. You were starting to feel bad for how good you felt.

He pulled away just inches, his dark eyes planted on yours. You swallowed saliva as you watched him run his tongue over his lips. "I need you to open your mouth a little" he murmured.

You tensed all over. You were beginning to question whether this was still part of practice or not. "Y-yes" you whispered, gasping as you felt his hands hold you by your thighs and lift you up to lay you on the counter. This did appear in the script. 

Even with the embarrassment you felt, you parted your lips just slightly, letting out a sigh as Tae approached you at that very moment. Unlike what you thought, his kisses were much more lazy and soft. The way he had pulled you close to him, you thought he would kiss you until you were breathless. Although this wasn't too bad either. 

His right hand went up to linger on the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair at the same time his left hand stopped at your waist and drew little circles on the cream colored vest you were wearing.

With some uncertainty, you brought your hands to the back of his head, drawing him closer to you. Your fingers began to grab small strands and making swirls with them. You sighed as you felt him gasp against your lips as you pulled his hair slightly. This man was going to be the end of you.

"Y/N" he murmured in agitation, resting his forehead against yours. "Can I touch you?"

You choked on your saliva, staring at him with wide eyes. That definitely wasn't in the script. "S-sorry?" your hands began to tremble slightly as you realized what he had said, because he had, in short, said your name.

"Just... you don't need to say yes, it was an impulse and..." As soon as you noticed how he tried to pull away from you, you wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, pulling him to you again.

"No!" you squealed, unsure of what you were doing, "I... I don't have a problem with you doing it" you whispered, unable to look at his face. Suddenly you wanted the earth to swallow you up.

"Oh" Tae smiled brightly, feeling his heart warm with tenderness as he watched you blush and start rambling on about something he hadn't heard. You were talking very softly.

"Honey," he whispered against your forehead, pressing his lips against the skin there. You couldn't see it, but his smitten smile and the slight blush on his cheeks showed he was just as nervous as you were, "if at any point you feel like it's too much, tell me."

You just nodded, closing your eyes tightly as you felt Tae's warm hand rest on your thigh and move up to touch the end of your skirt. His free hand busied itself with gently lifting the vest so he could touch your skin beneath it. He growled softly as he realized you weren't wearing a shirt or anything from the vest.

"You came without a shirt?" he whispered over your shoulder, leaving soft kisses as he moved up your neck and stopped at your ear. 

"I usually wear my vests like that, so I don't get so many clothes dirty" you said between stutters. He barely touched you, they were light, loving touches that you only felt because of his warmth and yet he still left you in that state. It was too embarrassing.

He didn't respond, he seemed to be too busy kissing the skin behind your ear. You removed your hand from Tae's hair and dragged it down to his waist, where his shirt was hidden under his pants. With clumsy and too shy movements - because, even though it wasn't your first time, something about this man made you act 1000 times clumsier than you already were - you pulled his shirt off and slipped your hand inside, enjoying how the touch made his whole body tremble. You didn't know you could have that reaction.

You closed your eyes, letting your hand roam all over his back, caressing every bit of skin your hands could reach.

You weren't sure at what point it happened, but, almost magically, your vest had disappeared and now Tae's lips traveled from your collarbone to your waist, leaving wetter and wetter kisses.

You were thankful he didn't remove your bra, you would be too embarrassed if he saw you completely naked.

"Do you want me to take off my shirt?" he whispered just above where your skirt covered your waist, a little below your belly button. His fully dilated dark eyes stared at you, causing a spasm to make you jump up and down on the counter.

"Y-yes, please" you rested your hands on his shoulders, wondering if you should help him. 

But you didn't need to. He stood up, reminding you how tall he really was. He quickly took off his polo shirt and threw it somewhere in the kitchen. Your mouth went dry almost immediately. He was too beautiful to be real.

His dark, lust-filled gaze deepened as he noticed how you were unable to take your gaze off his body. He approached you at a slow pace, reaching out his hand and taking a lock of your hair so he could kiss it.

"I like your hair" he whispered, letting the lock fall over your bare shoulder. You could only stand still, contemplating every move he made. "And your eyes" he moved closer to your face, resting his lips for a couple of seconds on each of your eyes, "Your nose" you laughed as he kissed the tip of your nose, crinkling it slightly as you pulled away a little, just enough to look into his face, "and definitely your lips" he whispered, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger and moving closer to you so he could kiss you.

Unlike the slow, gentle kisses he had given you at the beginning, this time Tae seemed to be completely out of control. His lips were devouring you as if you were going to disappear at that very moment. No one had ever kissed you like that. It was all teeth clashing and tongues tangling, a couple of soft moans came from his lips every now and then, and you couldn't help but want to touch him.

"Tae" you gasped as soon as he pulled away from you. You needed to have his attention for a second before he launched himself on your lips, and his face screamed all over the place that he would. 

His lustful gaze faded immediately. Now his dark eyes only reflected concern.

"Did I go too far, do you need me to stop?" he stammered nervously, he tried to turn around to reach for your clothes, but you stopped him with your hand.

"It's not that, in fact, I'm quite enjoying it" you confessed with red cheeks and gaze fixed on his lips. They looked a little more swollen and glossy. "It's just...can I touch you?"

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, until Tae laughed softly and cupped your cheeks, kissing you repeatedly.

"God, you're so cute," he said between kisses, with a big smile. You didn't get the funny, "You can touch anything you want, I'm completely yours" he whispered happily, closing his eyes and resting his nose against yours.

"Anything I want?" you looked at him with your eyes sparkling. That was quite an offer, very tempting.

"Absolutely everything" he nodded, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, his gaze on yours at all times.

You nodded with pursed lips, "you can go about your business" you whispered, bringing your trembling hands to his chest. You felt too nervous, how were you supposed to act when the man in front of you was so stupidly beautiful?

Tae's kisses were getting messier and messier, as were his caresses all over your body - especially your inner thighs. You tried to do the same with him, but you still felt too shy to do so, so you took to caressing his arms and shoulder blades, burying your nails into his skin when the kisses got too wild. You couldn't even remember how you got here.

His fingers began to play teasingly with the zipper of your skirt, making you groan in frustration. He definitely didn't seem to have any intentions of taking it off, and you seriously wanted, needed, it to be out of the way.

"I need you to hold on to me" he whispered, lightly biting the skin of your collarbone, causing a high pitched moan to leave your lips. "I don't want our first time together to be in my kitchen" he growled, grabbing you by the bottom of your thighs and lifting you up with ease.

"What...?" You were confused and too excited to think hard about what he had just said, "Where are you taking me?"

"To my bed" he smiled, kissing your lips softly, continuing his walk. Luckily, he thought, he didn't need to keep his eyes open to get to his room. He knew the way by heart. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, becoming enraptured at the beautiful face he had. You couldn't contain yourself and brought your fingertips to his cheeks, caressing gently. You wanted this man to be completely yours, far beyond the physical. You wanted to be able to wake up next to him, to laugh next to him, to comfort him when he needed a shoulder to cry on. You wanted him to want you the way you wanted him.

Before you knew it, Tae already had you lying on his dark blue sheets. They were soft and cool, but his scent was permeating them, and you adored that.

He put both arms on either side of your face, his deep gaze still sending shivers down your spine. "We don't have to do this if you don't feel ready yet" he whispered, bringing his hand up to your face and caressing your cheek. You closed your eyes as you felt his touch against your skin. It was so warm and electrifying that you wanted more of him. So much more.

"I'm ready," you murmured, stroking his hair. Standing beneath him, with his arms around your head, the nervousness and shyness no longer seemed to affect you. You brought your hands up to touch the hair at the nape of his neck, fiddling with it as you brought your lips to his chest, where you assumed and hoped his heart was. "I trust you, I know you would never hurt me."

You could see Adam's apple rise and fall at your comment, at the same time as his breathing became increasingly ragged.

"You're going to destroy me one of these days" he joked, leaving a soft kiss on your chest, right in the same place you did with him, "But that's okay, I see no better ending than being destroyed by your hands."

At another time you would have laughed at how corny it sounded, but having him half naked, on top of you, with his hair in disarray and breathing heavily didn't help matters.

"Is it okay if I take your skirt off?" he murmured, running his fingers down your body until he stopped at the zipper of your skirt. 

You lifted your hips, barely brushing against his, "Hell, yeah, I was hoping you'd do it sooner" you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Sorry" he smiled broadly. For some reason, you could feel his nervousness, and you loved to think he felt the same way you did.

His fingers caught the zipper of your skirt and greedily pulled it down, pulling them off your legs as soon as he had reached the end. You were still wearing your underwear, but you still felt too exposed... in a good way.

"Are you ready?" he whispered in front of your crotch covered by your panties. Your breath hitched for an instant, but you managed to nod awkwardly. "Good, because I don't think I can contain myself from here on out" he gave you one last mean smile before pulling down your panties and plunging into your intimacy.

[circus-babe]

Butterfly | TH

Sysnopis: A butterfly tattoo you fell in love with, that was prohibited to see by others. And lucky you to see him shirtless that night.

Warning: Mature language, Mature content

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Word count: 4,8k

A/N: Been so focused on Wattpad that I totally forgot about Tumblr 😭. I promise I have a lot of drafts, I just haven’t finished them. (Read Flavors of love on wattpad tho, link on bio!)

Narrowing your eyes, you eyed the shop on the corner carefully, as you heard sirens and cars drive by. There was nothing stopping you from doing this tonight, you finally had the courage of doing something so extravagant. So out of your league, something you thought you would never do.

And now here you are standing just a few feets away from the story, trying to calm down your nerves as you took a deep breath in. You were nervous and even scared, but your determination to try something you’ve never done before was much stronger than that.

Once you took an extra deep breath, you slowly walked towards the store, to that lonely corner that was somewhat illuminated. Looking around, you tried to spot anything that would change your mind, for something to stop your plans. But it felt as if the universe was on your side with this. Something that is very surprising.

Whenever you plan to do something, or you have such an extravagant idea, that is usually ruined by the universe and it’s different ideas it has for you. Ideas that aren’t what you expected or wanted, but you still take them either way.

Sighing to yourself, you pushed the door open, hearing the sound of bells whenever you opened the door. Slowly, you walked in, looking around once you did. The smell of ink was quite strong. You were starting to get bad vibes of the place, but that once vanished when you fully examined it.

The shop had its own vibe, this dark and cool theme of black and white that surrounded it. And the blue LED lights that surrounded the whole room added a nice touch. You liked the vibe, the aura it was giving you, it was sort of making you more comfortable in your decision.

“Hello?” you spoke up, coming closer to what seemed like a counter.

There was no one around, something that seemed unusual for a shop. Without getting a response you walked closer to the counter, clicking on a silver bell that was on it. Giving it a few clicks, you waited for a response.

The room was quiet, too silent. It wasn’t what you were expecting and it was kinda freaking you out. No owner in the shop and no one in it was giving very creepy vibes. Like those movies whenever it starts and the first person is shown entering a haunted place they shouldn’t have and they end up getting killed in the first few minutes of the movie. Yeah those types of vibes.

You didn’t want to be that character, nor were you here for that. You decided to wait for a few seconds, and right as you were about to walk out you heard footsteps. Looking over to the counter, you spot a man with a black hoodie coming closer to the counter. For a few seconds you felt fear, nervous even but once he came much closer you got to see his face a bit more.

He was handsome, very clear skin, soft honey skin, nice brown narrow eyes, and his hair looked fluffy although it was covered by his hoodie.

“Sorry it’s closed” he quietly said, putting his hands on the pockets on his black jeans, as you groaned in response. Maybe the universe is against you after all. There was nothing you could ever do without it getting on the way.

You were disappointed, mostly because you knew tomorrow this confidence won’t be there anymore. So your whole plan will literally go to waste. And like that you coward down to something you wanted to do.

“Ah I see, I came in late, didn’t i?” you chuckled, it was an awkward chuckle since you didn’t have much to say. The disappointment in you was filling your mind that you didn’t even know how to respond. Now Jimin will be laughing at you for a whole hour straight.

You came up to him just a few minutes ago, telling him that you were brave enough to get a tattoo. Something you were always scared of getting because people would usually say the amount of pain it was.

So you never thought about it, until Jimin got his own and told you it wasn’t so bad. And of course you didn’t believe him but you still didn’t want to be seen as a coward so you decided to go to the nearest Tattoo shop. And now it’s closed.

“First time thinking about getting a tattoo, correct?” Shocked, you looked at him with wide eyes, trying to figure out how he knew such a thing. Yes that’s exactly what you were here for, but just how did he know that? Were you that easy to read?

“How did you know?” and with that, you earned a laugh from him. With a smile he started looking around for something. You weren’t sure if you should leave or wait until he got what he was looking for.

“I own this tattoo shop you can say I worked here for a while, I can tell when there’s someone new” he softly said, opening a drawer as you nodded.

That would make a lot of sense, since he has probably seen a lot of people with the same anxiety coming in whenever they decide to get their first tattoo. You don’t blame them though, mostly because you’re in the same position.

With a soft chuckle, he stood up, averting his eyes at you. “I’m guessing if you don’t get it today then you won’t get it at all.” he smiled, writing something down on a clipboard. He really did know his people, his customers to be exact.

“So how about this? It was already closed, but i can make this tattoo for you” he looked over to you and then back at the clipboard. Sighing, you started feeling relieved, and thankful to him for actually understanding your situation.

He was truly a life savior.

“Thank you” you smiled, shaking his head, he extended his hand towards what looked like where the tattoos were done. Nodding, you walked over to it, sitting on a wooden chair that was next to a sort of bed.

As you sat down, you felt your anxiety starting to rise again. You were thankful but you were still getting scared of the idea of getting a tattoo. Just imagining it was making you nauseous.

“Alright” he softly said, placing a stool in front of you, as he sat down on it. Looking up at you, he gave you a soft smile. “Can I have your name?” he asked, ready to write it down on his clipboard. You assume that’s where he puts his customer’s information, something normal.

“Y/n” you smiled, with a nod, he proceeded to write it down, and then looked back up at you. “Can I have your ID?” Nodding, you opened your purse, searching for your ID in your wallet as you quickly found it. With a small smile, you gave it to him.

Softly, he grabbed it, taking a look at it, as he started writing down more things in his clipboard. The silence was making you anxious, it was scarring you, but once he stopped writing stuff down, your anxiousness eased down.

“Alright then, give me a second” he smiled, standing up from the stool as he walked over to the counter. Patiently you waited there, and you were starting to feel a bit awkward until you heard some music play. It wasn’t loud, nor too quiet. It had a good volume. You guessed he took it off before since he was about to close the store.

“Do you have a design you would like to get?” he asked, his voice sounding faint but clear enough for you to hear.

There were some ideas you had, like a small tattoo that would have a meaning to you.

Yeah the decision on a tattoo was all of the sudden, but it wasn’t like you didn’t think about it deeply. Getting a tattoo was something you’ve been thinking about doing way before Jimin dared you to get one. You had many ideas for one, many that had different meanings. And today you could finally express those ideas.

“I do” you quietly said, hearing footsteps coming closer and closer to you. Taking your phone out of your bag, you showed him the pictures of tattoo ideas you had. It took you days to find ones that you truly liked and wanted to get done.

And even though there’s only two pictures that you liked, you were still determined to get it done. “What do you think?” you asked him, although you were sure of your decision, you still wanted some approval and mostly from a person that has seen many different kinds of tattoos.

“I like it, i think they would go well” he said, flashing a small smile towards you, as he focused on the photo you were showing him. “Is this the one?” he asked, as you slowly nodded.

“Okay then, let's get this tattoo done” he smiled, standing up from his stool as he walked over to a table that was full of his equipment. He started picking some things up and placing them on a small table that was next to the stool he was sitting on.

And without knowing it, you didn’t catch yourself staring at him. He was quite the most handsome man you have seen in a while. His honey skin was doing wonders to him, it was so captivating to your eyes. It was enough for you to continue staring at him.

Although you couldn’t see him much, you were already salivating over him. It wasn’t something you usually do, technically you would never do such a thing. But for him you will.

While you continued to stare at him, he didn’t notice your eyes on him as he slowly started taking his black sweater off, and in the process his shirt lifted up, revealing a very captivating tattoo on his lower stomach.

Gulping you stared at it, feeling nervous and a sudden feeling inside your stomach. Looking away, you looked towards the floor instead.

“Do you have any tattoos?” you asked, already knowing that he had one but you wanted to see if he had gotten more. Looking over to you, he nodded softly.

“I have, I have over more than 6 tattoos” he said, sitting down on the stool and facing you directly. For a few seconds, there was a short silence, before he started showing you his tattoo on the side of his hand.

It was a small cross, a thin cross that looked very good on his hand. He then showed you another one that was close to his collarbone and then another one that was in between his chest, one that made you feel shy.

“What about the butterfly one?” you asked, as he slowly looked at you. Meeting your eyes, he looked closely at them, he focused completely on them. And for a second you thought you offended him, that you shouldn’t have asked. “Sorry i-”

“I don’t like this one as much” he cut you off, pulling his shirt up, as he revealed that beautiful tattoo that you felt so attractive to. You could tell he felt insecure about the tattoo, that he wasn’t as proud of it as he was over the other ones.

“I personally really like it” you spoke up, watching the way his eyes found yours, he looked at you so surprisingly, so shocked. It was like he couldn’t believe it at all.

“Do you?” he asked, as you quickly nodded your head. You wouldn’t be sure why he wouldn’t like it, the beautiful blue color immediately stood out to you.

“Yeah, the color is beautiful. And it’s well made” you said, as your eyes didn’t leave his tattoo. As they slowly started going up his body.

Without noticing, your eyes were directing up his body. The way his soft abs were showing, or the veins on his hand holding his shirt up. You didn’t even notice when you started admiring his body and not his tattoo anymore.

He was definitely fit, the muscle on his arm was enough to tell you. And even the soft abs on his stomach that were so captivating to see. It all drove you out of your mind. Enough to start forming dirty thoughts inside your head.

Which you shouldn’t.

Quickly, you averted your eyes elsewhere, as he slowly put his shirt down, covering his tattoo as he brought his clipboard again.

“Can I change the tattoo?” you asked, as he looked over to you. “Yes of course” he said, as he stood up from the stool.

You watched as he started picking up some black gloves, and then placing his tattoo pen on the small gray trey. The needles that gave you shivers down your spine. What looked like some cream and other things you didn’t even know.

Taking a deep breath in, you unlocked your phone. Already looking for a new image to which you already had saved. Let’s say you were planning on getting a tattoo on your arm. Usually that’s where people always start.

You had a cute tattoo idea in mind, and the meaning behind that tattoo was nice. But now you want something different. Just seeing his tattoos gave you a sort of boost of confidence. Something about it made you want to go all out today.

The thing is, you are already here. He’s willing to stay a little longer just to give you a tattoo and well this isn’t always something you would do or think about doing. So might as well go all out.

Even if that means just for today.

Once he finished organizing his things, he sat back down on the stool. Already putting the gloves on.

“I’ll get this one done” you said, turning your phone towards him as his eyes directed to the screen.

The way his eyes widened made you realize that you made a good choice. It meant he wasn’t expecting for you to do these kinds of tattoos which yet again gave you a boost of confidence.

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking over to you. “Yeah” you said, as he waited a little longer.

Thinking that you might change your mind after the decision you just took. But to his surprise you seemed more than determined to do it.

So with a nod, he asked if he could hold your phone. Just to get the exact image of your tattoo. Something that you agreed on, feeling a spark of both excitement and nervousness.

Just knowing you are about to make one of the most extreme decisions you have taken does make you feel nervous. That thrilling sensation knowing that you might regret it but that you will like it either way.

Yes you could easily change your mind. He was more than willing to go with what you wanted. But you were determined.

“Alright then, i’ll bring this closer than” he said, walking over to something that seemed like you can lay down on. You guess that’s where you would be.

You watched as he brought the things closer, and then walked over to the window, closing the blinds as he then said it was for anyone that might walk in and think it was still open. You understood that, but what you were more focused on was the nervous feeling inside of you.

“Okay, you will lay down here” he began to explain, as you just nodded. “This might hurt more than the arm, but it will look good” he said, as you nodded once again.

With his hand, he motioned for you to sit down on the sort of bed, which you quickly did, watching as he brought a small sheet of white paper, already tracing and drawing the tattoo you told him.

“Is this the most outrageous thing you have done?” he asked, his eyes on the drawing as you just chuckled.

“Is it obvious?” you asked, as he looked up at you, giving you a chuckle as he looked back down at the drawing.

“Yeah, but it’s not a bad thing” he added, as you just nodded. Maybe he was being nice to you, but you do think you sound very lame.

It’s mostly the fact that you would be too scared to do any of these kinds of things. So you never really thought about doing these extreme things. But now you are. And it was mostly with a dare of you and Jimin.

“Okay, um you can” he said as you immediately knew what he meant. Slowly, you reached for the bottom of your shirt, already lifting it up as you placed it on the side.

You noticed that his eyes were elsewhere, not trying to look at your now exposed boobs to him. Which weren’t too exposed, you had a bra on. But still. He wanted to respect you enough.

Right after you placed your shirt down, you immediately unclipped your bra. Slowly making it fall on your lap as you watched the way he waited. The way you suddenly took it off was taking everything in him not to look.

It was sort of funny.

Slowly, you laid back down, placing both hands on your boobs as you covered them. Since well they are now exposed.

“Okay” you said, as he quickly nodded, grabbing the small piece of paper as he stood beside you, scanning the area the tattoo would be made.

With his finger, he pointed towards the area, as he carefully placed the paper. You weren’t able to see what he was doing, but you felt like he was doing his job. It took a few minutes until you heard the sound of the pen being turned on.

“Ready?” he looked down at your face, as you nodded. You waited for when the pen would start poking your skin. The moment that everyone started regretting the decision. And right when you thought he wouldn’t do it, you felt it.

That sharp pain that made you gasp out loud. “Relax, I got you” he said, as you took a deep breath.

You waited until it was done, until the pain of the pen hitting your skin would stop. You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. Fuck you wanted to just screaming for a bit after holding it in for so long.

The pain was there, that’s for sure.

But he would be there, trying to calm you down and telling you it would just be for a little. That he was almost done with it. And as much as that helped you out, you were still in pain.

“And we are done” he said, after what felt like an eternity of the sound of the pen and the pain beside your boobs, he finished. You might even have shed a tear, but that’s because you haven’t done something like this and well it clearly hurt.

Besides that, you will probably stay away from tattoos for a while.

“I’ll bring the wrap” he said, as he handed you a mirror. Something you quickly took from his hands, looking at the tattoo that was now placed above the center of your stomach. Right below your boobs.

You liked how it looked, apart from red it looked truly good.

As you admired the tattoo in the mirror, you didn’t notice when he walked in. When he accidentally saw your boobs, making him quickly turned away.

“What do you think?” you asked, as you looked over to him. “Huh?” he said, as you motioned towards your tattoo, covering your boobs with both of your hands.

“I think it looks very good” he said, walking over to you, as he grabbed something, cleaning the tattoo as he placed a sort of wrap on it.

“Can you move your hand a bit, i need to clean this side” he said, as you moved your hand slightly.

The soft touch of his fingers brushing beside your boob was bringing this tickling feeling inside your stomach. It felt good. It was nothing much, but it felt so good.

“I think it suits you” he said, cleaning the other side as he then threw the paper on the trash can.

“I have done a lot of tattoos there and i think yours looked the best” he said, as he walked over to the counter, taking his gloves off as you just chuckled.

“The bathroom is on the right” he pointed as you quickly grabbed your things walking over to the bathroom.

Somehow you made it inside with both of your hands covering your boobs. You couldn’t help but admire the tattoo. It looked so nice and it even reminded you of the extreme decision you just took.

Which will be locked inside your mind for the rest of your life.

“Here’s some– oh shit you aren’t done” he said, closing the door right back. The slight embarrassment made you look towards the door. Yet it was also a feeling of desire sparking inside of you.

“I’m sorry” he said, from the outside. “I didn’t mean to look, they look good, wait shit i didn’t mean to”

“Do they?” you said, opening the door of the bathroom, as you watched him standing in front of it.

His eyes lingered down to your boobs but then back up at your eyes. You watched as his eyes went from your boobs to then back up to your eyes.

“I um, they do” he said, as you just chuckled. “Thank you” you said, a mischievous smile appearing on your lips. One you didn’t even notice.

He’s absolutely hot, you noticed it the moment you saw him. The moment you got to fully see his smile. And the part when you were able to see his abs and his stomach turned you on. It’s shameful to admit, but you felt attracted to him.

You aren’t this bold. You made it very clear to him when you were struggling to get a tattoo on your arm, to which you then switched. Getting a tattoo below your boob area was crazy in your opinion.

And now staying right in front of him with your boobs out is another thing. Something that you would’ve never done. Yet here you are.

Something tells you that he isn’t far from your thoughts. He’s not hard to read, as the way he’s scanning you is telling you all the things you need to know.

“I’ll head back inside” you smiled, turning towards the bathroom as you were just about to walk in, you suddenly felt a hand on your wrist that made you stop.

“And where are you going?” he asked, his voice low and deep, creating his sudden feeling inside you. It made you feel nervous, almost like you weren’t the one that came up to him first.

“I think you have something to fix” he said, spinning you around as now you are back to facing him again.

You didn’t expect him to pull this move. Part of you was hoping he did. It was that desire inside of you that was sparking. That shameful lust inside of you wanting for him to do much more than just a tattoo for the night.

And right now you are more than happy.

“Do i?” you asked, as he just chuckled, pulling you towards what seemed like the back of the shop. The nervous feeling inside of you was getting the best of you.

You were getting excited over the small things, like this. Maybe it’s the fact that you haven’t been sexually active. Or the fact that you were liking the thought of getting more than just a tattoo tonight.

Everything was creating such a thrill in you.

Opening a door, he let go of your wrist, closing the door behind him. The room was simple, few of his supplies that he probably comes and gets. Like those storage rooms except there were a few furniture pieces. Like a couch, a coffee table, a few chairs and a small table on the corner. It also had LED lights all around it.

“I quite frankly didn’t expect for this to happen” he said, something that made him walk closer towards you.

“But i don’t mind one bit” he added, as you just gulped, watching the way he was hovering over you. “I promise i will be gentle with your new tattoo”

At some point, you felt so dominant. You felt like you had control of the situation. But now it seems like he’s the one that has it. Yet he looks so hot while demanding.

Before you knew it, his lips were roughly pressed into yours, as his hand held the back of your neck, guiding you as he wanted to. The roughness he had was making you wet already. Just the thought of him made you want to close your legs.

God you didn’t think you would feel this desperate for someone. Just the thought of him fucking you lingered inside your mind.

As you both continued to kiss, he placed his hands on your waist, slowly making you walk backwards as you didn’t break the kiss. Before you knew it, he gently pushed you onto the couch, making you sit on it as your eyes went up to him.

It didn’t take long for him to start taking his shirt off, his pants following right after as the only view was him in his boxers. And that hard bulge that was more than noticeable to see. He was just as turned on as you were.

“You know” he said, coming closer towards you as he suddenly went on his knees. “I think you wanted this as much as I did” he said, pointing his finger in your thigh as he started doing small circles.

Yes you did.

Something about him created this sensation inside of you that you couldn’t avoid. It was strong enough for you to be sitting on this couch, with him almost on your legs.

“What makes you think that?” you asked, as he just chuckled. He slowly started coming closer towards you, his hands going to the side of your hip as the sound of your zipper was heard.

He was unzipping your skirt.

“Because if you didn’t, you would’ve stopped me long ago” he added, slowly pulling the skirt down as you just watched him do it. Not complaining about a single thing because he’s right.

“I guess we are both equally as sexually frustrated” he said, as you helped him pull the skirt all the way down, now being just you in your underwear.

“Luck is on our side” you said, as he chuckled, pulling you closer towards the edge of the couch making you gasp.

Before you could say anything else, he hands were already busy, grabbing onto the hem of your panties as he started to slowly pull them down. Teasing you in a way.

He knew you were as turned on as he was, so he wanted to make you wait. He wanted to see you suffer the desperation and you weren’t far from admitting it. Once your panties were on the floor, his eyes went onto yours.

Looking deeply at them as he slowly spread your legs, creating a playful grin on his lips. One that's making you annoyed.

He was enjoying all the teasing he was doing, you could tell. But fuck were you becoming desperate.

Just as you were about to tell him off, his mouth made quick contact with your clit. Something that shut you up completely.

“Shit” you said, cursing under your breath as his tongue started going up and down your folds. Creating all such lustful thoughts inside your head.

To think your first tattoo would go like this. First it was the bravery you had to have done such a tattoo. It was something that you weren’t thinking of doing.

And second it was now having the person who did your tattoo in between your legs. It just seems so hard to believe. But it happened. If you would’ve known about this then you would’ve come here much earlier.

“You are my favorite guest” he said, as you just chuckled. Throwing your head back as the sound of laughter soon turned into soft moans. Until you felt pleasure all over your body.

He continued to lick your folds, as he then inserted his fingers inside of you, creating a new sensation inside of you. This burning feeling inside your stomach.

“I’m going to cum” you said. As you started arching your back, something that made Taehyung bring you closer towards him.

You kept trying to prevent him from getting closer, trying to push his head away as your orgasm was coming closer and closer. But he wasn’t letting you, it only made him pick up his pace.

“Cum for me” he said, as you felt lost. All thoughts gone, it was just your moans and the sound of his mouth on your entrance. It only brought you closer and closer towards the edge.

“Shit” you cursed out loud, as you soon came. Heavy breathing, you lay down on the couch, something that made Taehyung pull you back up.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he said, his voice low and deep. Something that made you look up at him, watching as his lustful eyes looked all over you.

You watched as he hovered on top of you, slowly kissing you on your neck all the way down to your stomach. As if your first orgasm wasn’t enough, you were already aiming for another one.

Even though you were already out of energy.

“I will make you want to come back for another tattoo” he whispered, as he stood back up, taking his boxers off as he immediately grabbed the condom from the side.

Once he was done, he pulled you up from the couch, making you yelp with how hard he pulled you up. And soon enough he turned you around, his body pressed against yours as you could feel his already hard cock.

“Let’s fix what you made” he whispered beside your ear, bending you down onto the couch as both of your knees went onto the couch, making you hold yourself by the top of the couch with both hands.

Giving your ass two slaps, he grabbed his cock with his hand.

“Let’s see how well you can take my cock” he said, as he started placing his cock in your entrance, making you grip onto the edge already.

“I can take it” you said, as he scoffed, and with that he pushed his cock in. He didn’t even wait, he just fully thrust himself inside you.

“Shit, oh my god” you were quick to say, feeling your walls pulsing at the sudden stretch. He was big. Just the way your walls needed time to adjust was enough to tell you he was.

You never wanted sex as much as you want it right now. No regrets and no going back.

“Please move” you said, as he was quick to obey. Slowly pulling his cock out as he slammed his cock back inside of you. Making you shut your eyes.

He continued to do that until you were literally begging him to go faster. You wanted him badly, it wasn’t even funny anymore.

You wanted every single part of him, you wanted him to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. If he could break you then might as well be it.

“So needy, huh?” he said, picking up his pace as the sound of his hip hitting your ass echoed through the entire room. Your moans didn’t fall behind.

“Fuck yes i am” you admitted, not even needing to lie since he even knew it himself. Not that he wasn’t in desperate need of having you. Just seeing you was enough to turn him on. And right now he wants to do it all.

“Then i will fuck you like you deserve” he said, as he continued to slam his cock inside of you, making you grip onto the edge of the couch. Eyes shut as you just moaned out. Moaning his name and all curse words you could think of.

Just this moment itself was having you on your knees. You don’t know what it really was. Whether the built up of the moment, or him eating you out until you had your orgasm. Or maybe because this would be your second orgasm.

Something had you begging him to fuck you harder. Just the way you might be bruised on your ass later wasn’t even a bother. You wouldn’t go this far to have sex with someone. You wouldn’t do this much. Sexual frustration is no joke.

“Taehyung” you moaned out, as you felt a pair of kisses on your back. “I will fuck you like this more often”

“Please do” you said, feeling the knot about to burst. And just like that your second orgasm was coming. But this one was harder than the first one. It would have you out of energy for sure.

“I’m going to cum” you said, your knuckles turning white from how tight you were holding onto the edge of the couch. “So am i”

“Cum around my cock” he said, slapping your ass in the process. And before you knew it, you did. You came around his cock. Making you almost fall forward from how weak you felt. But he was quick to hold you up.

“I’m almost there” he said, thrusting into you a few more times before he came inside the condom. Fully filling it up as he cursed under his breath. He held you up with both of his hands on your hips. Watching as you were fully dazed.

“Damn I went that hard? Sorry” he said, slowly placing you down onto the couch as you couldn’t help but chuckle.

You weren’t just out of energy, you were also tired. Your legs felt weak. He really went all out on you and you don’t regret it. You wanted it like this.

“That was the best sex I have had” he admitted as you nodded in the process. “Same here” you quickly said, laughing right afterwards.

“We have to do that again” you said, looking at him as he tried to lay down with you, something you gave him some space for.

“Oh we have to” he quickly added.

After a few more laughs you fell into a deep sleep, something he quickly brought a blanket for. Covering you up with it as he laid down beside you.

And even if there wasn’t much space, he still found it comforting wrapping you in his arms and having you close to him.

He didn’t know you much but after this it will all change.

[mileyjassie]

" 𝚂𝙾𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴 "

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Spending vacation together in a domestic way.

It so happened that when he called you to spend time with him during his leisure time in a little house in the countryside, you had to hide some of your contentment.

Changes have always been welcome to you, even though you find yourself more entertained in the big city, so not spending a lifetime away from civilization and actually just enjoy some time in a calm environment was simply a good idea.

You didn't feel bothered, you felt deeply thankful, because you couldn't have received a better invitation than this from the boy.

You were sitting on the floor working at the low wooden table in front of you, watching the long, thin door that divided the rooms slide to the side, seeing the dark haired brunette in light clothes watching you silently, despite the sudden entry.

You paused your reading for a moment to give him a serene look, waiting for any unpredictable comments.

"You came with me, but you only work, you don't have time for me, you don't spend the day with me." He said in a growl, but didn't change the neutral, emotionless expression that remained like a mask on his face, yet the way he rebelled was genuine and didn't faze you much.

You raised your eyebrows shortly thereafter, parting your lips to sincerely apologize.

"I hadn't noticed it was bothering you, I didn't want you to feel alone." You said calmly, redeeming to not add anything to his temper. "Tomorrow, I assure you, I won't touch those papers. Is that all right?"

He looked at you for a while, trying to figure out if the promise was real.

"Really?" You nodded, affirming with a slight smile, his chin puckered in acceptance with a nod. "You promised." He slammed the door shut, just as he had arrived.

You let out a small smile, going back to the papers in order to finish everything so you could have the free time you promised.

The next day Taehyung woke you up early, very early, because the sun had barely risen and there he was standing, you couldn't believe yourself how determined he was.

You found him while he was waiting for you in the kitchen, heading out to the back, the kitchen doors already wide open to a view of the backyard's cobblestone path.

"I didn't hear you complaining at any moment." He commented absently, leading the way towards the small building made of wood.

"I'm not afraid of chickens." You responded while brushing you hair out of your face as the morning breeze blew some strands in front of your eyes, holding the basket he gave you in your other hand. "I've lived in the countryside before, if you've forgotten."

"I remember you mentioning ducks, not chickens." He smiled, opening the hatchery door and waving a hand at some chickens that were scratching on the ground.

"Sometimes there was chickens as well" You waved to the same chickens, approaching those that remained seated. "Most of the time it was a very, very noisy rooster."

He chuckled, finding you as he turned around, seeing you stare at one of the sitting chickens.

"Are you trying to communicate with your eyes? That's not exactly how you make friends with a chicken, but I respect your methods." He pretended to take you seriously, holding the animal in both hands and pulling it out of its comfort, waiting for you to harvest the eggs it guarded. You picked them up, reaping a decent amount from most of them.

You walked up the cobblestone path to the kitchen, leaving the basket on the table. Taehyung washed the eggs and you dried them, putting them in the fridge, gasping in alert when he let one of the wet eggs slip out of his hand.

You stared at each other, then you both left a few laughs while the lazy dragging of Taehyung's flip-flops sang into the floor before he cleaned up the mess he'd made. You knelt beside him, helping him and finding yourself in a great mood.

"We both better take a shower, we must be smelling like chicken." Taehyung laughed with a disgusted expression in the face, nodding his head.

Taehyung went first, not accepting your protests and reaching the bathroom before you reached him, you waited long enough, noticing that his showers were longer than you thought.

You heard the bathroom door open and his footsteps run hurriedly to lock himself in the bedroom you shared, you laughed at the playful, shy gesture of him hiding from you before you could see anything.

You took all the time you thought you needed to wash yourself, considering the over-the-top shower he'd had, then you gone to the bedroom in desperate steps to imitate him, hearing his loud laugh echo from another room.

When you changed, you dried your hair and looked for him around the house, finding him sitting on the floor of the kitchen entrance, white shirt, light shorts, barefoot and messy damp hair while he stared at the floor or any corner of the kitchen, his fingers touching the toenail.

He saw you but didn't say anything, you approached quietly, sitting in front of him, a little distant despite not having to.

"The long time of the bath explains why you smells so good. I can smell it from here." Despite expecting a smirk, you only received a genuinely surprised look, but only slightly.

"You can?" His deep, relaxed voice asked without necessarily waiting for an answer, fading in the end.

His voice never went unnoticed, it was always noticeable no matter how he used it.

“I like talking to you." You told him, seeing he hadn't expected such a sudden comment.

“I like talking to you too." He said in no hurry, moving from fidgeting with his toes to sitting more comfortably. "But why the praise?"

“It wasn't a compliment." You answered, seeing his dark eyebrows tighten, almost disgusted. “It was a fact. My compliments to you would be a little different..."

His pupils expanded and glowed with curiosity, yearning for the words you still kept to yourself.

"What would they be like?"

"In a way, they wouldn't stop being facts either... Since nothing I admire about you is a illusion, nor is it fantasy." You explained, lying on your stomach, supporting your face in both hands. "Everything I see of you is real, I just make it a little more magical, in my eyes you can be charming like a prince, or tempting like a siren's voice, but I don't know how to explain it to you..."

His eyebrow jumped in amusement, his attention creating a certain strength over you, but it wasn't enough to intimidate you, you were calm, you were calm and collected, and there are only some few times when he would be able to unbalance your feelings about him.

"My voice, is that what you were thinking about?" He asked not too surprised, because he knew very well what you could praise him, and that was definitely his voice, however, his desire to be pampered was insatiable, and he knew that you would provide it to him very well. "Is that what you think of it?"

You smiled effortlessly, the comforting silence of it all almost bringing heat to your cheeks.

"Your voice is like a clean spell... Your intentions may vary but that doesn't change the fact that it continues to enchant all those who are lost to listen."

You saw his face finally redden, bringing back the memory that he is still the same person as always and not some demigod, maybe being so open could make him hold back, maybe it was a natural reaction, so you almost thought of sparing him of your ecstatic state if it wasn't for his unexpected pleading eyes.

"I have no interest in what I can do to others…" he insisted, which caused you a pleasant reaction instead of the embarrassment that it used to be common.

"It pleases me so much to see how much you long to know what I think of you..." You smiled while closing your eyes, stretching on the cold floor until your back touched the floor, arms stretched out and legs tucked in, opening your eyes and lifting your chin so you could see him.

You watched him a little longer, running your fingers through the strands of hair straying around your head.

"Every time I find myself in silence and your voice is the only thing I can hear, I have the impression that my head isn't working properly, I can hear your voice, but I don't understand what you're saying because I'm admiring you so intensely."

You confessed, closing your eyes again.

"When you talk to me, I feel like you're bewitching me, making me see only you and nothing else, you're the only one that matters, and when I realize it the only thing I can do is smile," You said almost contentedly, leaving the corners of your mouth rise freely. "Because I like it. And sometimes I imagine you singing to me, taking me down, sinking me into the sea, and I try to touch your face, you let me, you like to see me enchanted and completely in love, drowning in my feelings."

You heard him move, feeling his warm presence silently approaching. You opened your eyes, seeing his dark hair hanging down, his face above yours, searching for something for a few moments before his fingers landed on your cheek, lowering to lay his lips on yours.

You lifted your hands to find the back of his neck, feeling his lower lip press against your upper lip, staying there, gifting you with a slow, patient kiss.

Taehyung placed his hand on the floor again, intending to stay there for a while longer, not making much of a scene when you moved your hands from his neck to his back, going under his collar to stop on his skin.

He took your head and sat down, putting it on his legs, being able to hold your face in a more comfortable position and deepen the kiss.

The kitchen was silent for a long time, a long, long time.

[hisunshiine]

—daydreaming | kth

→ posted: nov 19 2022 → pairing: kim taehyung x reader → genre/au: strangers2???, camboy!au, fluff-ish, smut → chapter rating: +18 / M for Mature → wc: 2,585 → warnings: taehyung is too hot, mentions of his insta picture his rude ass posted that has us all feral, sexual talks via social media platform messaging, explicit smut in the form of: exhibitionism via internet, mutual masturbation, use of sex toys for masturbation, use of pet names, praise, reader is more of a sub type, but not full blown submissive. → credits to my beta readers: @whippedbywonho1 on twt, @downbad4yoongi​, and  @peachiilovesot7​. thank you so much for your feedback and for helping me come up with this story this morning! just talking about taehyung and his ig posts caused this, and i love that for us. hahah.  → summary: Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene.  → an: blame the ig post that tae posted for this one. i literally had to write this asap so as soon as i had my laptop, i typed non stop and then had it beta read and then created the images and now.. a late night drop for y’all. enjoy!!

part 2 | series masterlist

The notification spreads across the top of your phone screen alerting you to a new message from KTH saying he would be going live within the hour as a surprise for his most loyal followers. Sitting at your favorite coffee shop near your workplace, you hastily close your laptop and pack up your things so that you can get home before he starts. 

You aren't working too far from home, only a short bus ride if the traffic is okay. You impatiently drum your fingers on your laptop case as you read the full notice he sent about his impromptu live from your bus seat. The city passes by quickly, and after a brisk walk from your bus stop, you finally enter your apartment, kicking the door shut behind you before shucking off your shoes and locking the door. 

Your laptop unceremoniously is deposited on the top of your bed as you plug in the various cords for your electronics and check the status of the ones you unplugged to make space. Another ping from your phone causes you to dive for it, seeing the seven minute warning from KTH for when his livestream will start, accompanied by  something new as well—a special code.

Shedding your clothing down to just the comfortable bits, you lay on your stomach, opening the laptop and signing into your lock screen before pulling up his site and typing in your code. A screen you’ve never seen before pops up asking you to complete a profile for KTH’s page, like uploading a profile picture and entering your address. 

You read more about the reasoning behind it because you’re a little hesitant to provide that level of intimate information; this session will be a little different because he’s testing a new beta feature with select fans from the platform that allows him to click on the profiles and learn about his subscribers and see the individual comments they’ve left for him. KTH wants to feel closer to his loyal subscribers—his fans know what he looks like and some stuff about him, but he has no idea about the people who leave him nice messages and send him gifts.

He has a countdown timer set for when he will start, and you decide to fill out the profile while awaiting his appearance before you. He’s usually good about following his streaming schedule, with various set times he goes live so that followers all around the globe can tune in…when it’s appropriate for them.

The sound of him connecting through the airwaves sends a shiver down your spine, and you use your feet to kick your blanket over your legs so you can grab it and get a bit comfier without having to turn away. He appears on the screen, golden skin and floppy, permed hair in all his glory. A close up on his upper half, with only a white tee pulled across his broad shoulders, his chest visible. 

He’s so handsome. A smile breaks out across his face as he reads through the list of subscribers who are already on, and you can’t help the way your chest tightens as you see his lips move as he quietly mouths your username. KTH’s Baby Girl. He smirks, looking back at the camera as he leans back as if to settle himself better into his computer chair. 

“Everyone, hi.”

His voice is a low timbre, sweet and full like molasses. You drink him in, the low lighting of the room he’s in adding to the ambience of his stream.

“I know this was unplanned, and I wanted to talk to you about the notice, and why only my most loyal subscribers might have been sent a notification. Today is a special day. I’ve hit a level of  interaction that allows me to become a verified account and it’s all thanks to the loyal fans—” he leans into the camera, and it feels as if he is staring into your soul when he finishes his sentence, “—it’s all thanks to you.”

You lick your lips, eyes dropping to the collar of his shirt that’s shifted to show the delicate bone structure of his décolletage, wishing you could imprint burgundy traces of yourself onto him.

“So this intimate session is with only a few of you, and one of you will be lucky enough to win a one-on-one session with me after this. The rules are simple, you’ll drop in the chat your fantasy, something you’ve always wanted to experience or do, no matter how wild, and I’m going to choose the one I want to do the most.” KTH winks at the camera before lightening the sexual tension with a chuckle. 

“I can see a few of you have set up your profiles, on my end, I can see the squares of everyone who uploaded a picture and damn…this definitely will help me today.” He pauses staring at his screen and a small delusional part of you hopes he’s talking about your picture—a risque one you took for a guy you used to talk to—but you’re sure others have uploaded images of sexual positions or their breasts and—

“I’ll give you all a few minutes to send me your wildest dreams and finish your profiles if you want, and I’ll finish getting set up for today’s fun. Start your submissions with ‘If I had my way with KTH…’ so I know it’s your official entry.”

Sighing, you move your cursor to minimize the fullscreen and bring up the chat, cursor blinking in the empty box as KTH disappears from the screen and sensual R&B music begins to play. 

You can’t think of anything to write, your mind blank as all thoughts are on KTH. You aren’t usually a negative thinker, but knowing that he’s going to pick the one that he likes the most adds a challenge to winning that makes you doubt your chances. You don’t know enough about him to know what he’s interested in to make him choose you. 

Just focus on what you want, girl!, you say to yourself, shaking your head as you clear your mind to really think about what your fantasy is with KTH. You know that your ultimate fantasy includes no screens, just in-person intimacy with him, but what you really want to do is please him. You begin to type, following his directions to share with him what you want most before hitting send and then reading through some of the other messages on the screen.

[start of image words]

KTH: Start your submissions with ‘If I had my way with KTH…’ so I know it’s your official entry.

69KTH: If I had my way with KTH, I would want to watch him edge himself over and over until we ran out of time, him never cumming during our time.

KTHisDaddy: If I had my way with KTH, I want to see him jerk it with the camera from behind and under, with his ass to the camera, a buttplug filling him up and his hand or a toy stroking his fat cock.

KTH’s Baby Girl: If I had my way with KTH, I would want him to show me how to please him, show me what I need to do so that I can be his good girl. Whatever he wants from me, I would follow his lead, because his pleasure, him being proud of me, would make me feel good. I want soft music, candles, and KTH however he wants me. 

CumDump4KTH: If I had my way with KTH, I want to watch him cum into a cup and then slowly pour his spunk back onto his sensitive dick and then jerk himself with it until he cums again.

KTHfuckme: If I had my way with KTH, I want him to use as many toys as possible and be loud as he talks about how they all feel, saying my name as he moans and cums all over his cock.

[end image words]

“Thank you for being patient.”

KTH appears back on the screen, but this time, your breath stops. The music is lowered and the camera is held above him in his own hand, an angle that he rarely uses. In fact, you can’t remember ever seeing him go full body, the lights dark with him appearing in shadows. He’s shirtless, the shape of his silhouette leaving your body yearning. 

He lowers the camera, laughing playfully with a deep sound as he teases the camera, leaning closer and licking his lips, smirking, and making eye contact while he reattaches it to his tripod. He knows he’s deadly and he doesn’t care. You’re glad.

“I took my device with me so I could read the messages as you wrote them. They were hot. You all are so creative. Even if you aren’t chosen for the one-on-one, you still may end up seeing your fantasy brought to life on a live.”

You smile, hoping that means he likes the idea you shared for setting the mood. You didn’t have to have him all to yourself. When you watch him in fullscreen with the chat hidden, it feels like it’s just the two of you anyways.

“I know some of you might not be able to stay since this wasn’t planned, but I’ll send you a message if you win once this session is over. Now…let’s begin.”

KTH always makes it good for his viewers. He always has a theme or a story for his lives, often dressing up to get in character. Today he has a little story about being a lovestruck boyfriend to his viewers, and he’s away on a business trip missing you. He sets the scene as if he’s in the hotel room, facetiming you before bed. 

It starts out cute, with him talking about his day and how much he loves and misses you, before he turns it sensual, sharing exactly what he misses most. He’s already stroking himself, a wide view of him seated on the bed, shirtless with pajama pants pulled to his ankles. 

You’ve already joined him as well, your dual action toy lodged deep within you on low vibration, the clit suction on one out of ten as you tease yourself, warming up to help time your orgasm with his. You roll your hips, movements pushing the tip inside you into your g-spot with each rock against the mattress.

“I think what I miss most,” he pants, cock held firm in his grip, “is watching the way all of your holes swallow me up, as if you can’t—fuck, baby—as if you can’t get enough of me.” KTH’s hand spreads the mix of lube and precum along his shaft in quick motions as he lets out a low growl. He’s good about keeping it gender neutral for his fans, though he slips up a few times and will use a gender when he gets lost in the feeling. Reaching next to him, he grasps the clear, silicone toy that’s shaped like a donut, and slowly slides it onto his hard member. 

Lowering his back to the mattress, he uses his legs as leverage to fuck up into the toy held in his hand, his other hand using a small remote to control the zoom on his device. It brings you closer to his throbbing dick and you up the speeds on your toy, mouth drooling to take him into your warm hole as your body convulses a little at the speed change. 

You watch as he lifts one leg, placing his foot on the mattress to make sharp, forceful thrusts, and he’s getting sloppy, whole body moving in euphoria. Your eyes roll back as he moans out, “Good girl.”

“Yes, I’ll be your good girl, fuck, I want you so badly.”

You can’t help but talk back to him despite knowing he can’t hear, and soon all you can hear are the groans that you’ve learned are his tells. He’s about to cum.

“Fuck, KTH, cum for me, please…”

“I’m gonna cum, fill you up like the good girl you are for taking all of me—”

“Yes, yes, please, I want it,” your fingers press the buttons and your muscles tighten as your lower tummy pulls and twists as your climax builds and then—

“Give me your orgasm, baby, I can’t cum until you cum,” and you scream out his name, or his online pseud, and it’s as if he knows, because he’s releasing, hot spurts leaking out around his fingers as he slows his strokes to ride out his high, murmuring praises as his form of aftercare to all of his subscribers through the internet. 

You fight to get your fingers to listen to you so you can turn off your toy, the overstimulation causing tears to form as you try to take as much as possible until he stops his motions as well—anything to make it seem like it’s real, like he’s really yours, and this is just you and him.

He slides the toy off of himself at the same time you switch yours off, and you sigh in satisfaction as he sits up and adjusts the camera so you can see his face better.

“You did so good, baby, I’m so proud of you.”

His voice wraps around you like a safety blanket, warm and so full of adoration, you almost believe he’s yours.

He leaves the screen momentarily and you can hear the rustling of cloth and the sink running. When he returns a few moments later, his pajama pants are back on his hips, though lower than before and he seats himself back in the computer chair.

“I hope you all had fun today with me, and keep a lookout for a private message from me announcing the winner. Wherever you are in the world, I hope the rest of your day is amazing, whether it's to start your day, sleep, or go to lunch.”

He gives a little wave before blowing the most unserious kiss at the camera, and the black screen saying ‘This live has ended’ appears.

Rolling over in your bed, you stretch your arms back as you groan, muscles still tense and coiled from how good the orgasm felt. Reaching down, you carefully detach yourself and get up to take care of cleaning up the mess KTH made you make. 

While in the bathroom, you hear your phone ping, and you rush to get to it. Swiping down to read the whole message, your face falls, false hope crushed as you shake your head at yourself.

‘Thank you for being a loyal fan. I had a lot of fun today. While everyone’s ideas were great, I can only choose one winner.’

Dropping your phone back to your bed, you curse yourself for thinking he would actually choose you and your fantasy as his favorite. Especially when some of the other’s were so much more detailed and hot. 

You’ve just taken two steps away to finish up what you were doing when your phone goes off again.

[start image words]

KTH: Hey MY Baby Girl ;) I wanted to tell you that you’re the winner of the session today. Your idea really had me thinking and I’m excited to test another new beta feature...Let me know when you’re free for the one-on-one session. 

KTH’s Baby Girl: I...thank you so much! I’m free most anytime that you want to do this, I’m so excited. There’s another new beta feature?

KTH: Yes, this one takes it a step further, so not only will you be able to see me, but I’ll be able to see you, too.

[end image words]

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[jinkookspencil]

my daisy | kth

you're late... but your lifelong crush helps you get ready

description/tags: taehyung one-shot / angst and suggestive / taehyung is her childhood family friend and neighbor / historical!AU! / this can be any historical era you wish it to be, it was inspired by the regency era, bridgerton, and taehyungs photofolio but it can be the early 1900s if you want it to be too it's really not that specific / ~1.9k words

rating: 18+ minors dni / 18+ even though it's suggestive because it starts out in an 18+ way but reader is alone (she is touching herself) /

author's note: this is my first time writing taehyung!! i had this written in my drafts for a while, intending to publish it when layover was out in celebration of him! <3 finally completely edited for like the third time and now i can finally get to work on my requests. i hope you guys like it :') i literally gave him one of my favorite scenarios of all time.

A chill summer breeze wafts through the windows, cooling your otherwise sweltering bedroom… though a bead of sweat forms at your hairline, for your bare body still radiated heat. 

The sudden air against your folds tickled, right while you’d been playing and feeling through and within them while lying atop the restricting cotton bedsheets, your other hand lost in the tangles of your own hair.

 “T-t-t….” you moan into the dimly lit room, imagining it’d been the hand of your brother’s best friend getting you close to the edge instead of your own. His name almost slips from your lips….

But the man himself storms into your room instead.

“Mr. Kim!” you screech, seeing him at your side at once. Quick to grab the pillow from beneath your hips and jerk the sheet below until it was free from its tidy dressing onto the mattress, you were unkemptly covered in seconds. “Get out!”

But Kim Taehyung still stood before you, head merely tilted downwards, waiting for you to properly wrap your bare body with the fabric. Tugging the thin sheet tightly at the back, you'd been oblivious to the fact that it outlined every curve and dip of your figure and truly, was all the more tantalizing to the man before you who'd been obviously failing his attempts not to steal glances at you through his periphery. It was unsurprising.

Taehyung had always been a menace. The boy never listened, never followed any rules except his own, and evidently never learned how to knock on another’s door. 

It was no secret to your family that you'd been smitten with Taehyung, the neighbor’s only grandson, since childhood, long before he grew to be your brother's most trusted friend. He'd been your friend first, after all, until the two of you had come of age and society deemed such a friendship inappropriate with youthful, hurried engagements, infatuations, and hormone-riddled courtships running amuck...

It proved to be a lifelong infatuation that followed you into womanhood, and though the days spent picking flowers, reading fairy tales, and ‘make-believe teatime’ were long behind you, his friendship with your brother still kept Taehyung in your life, and you were as thankful for it as the fond, playful memories of your youth.

The sheer power of your own feelings only made itself apparent when he’d went away to begin his apprenticeship in France with no promise of an engagement or any indication of reciprocated feelings. Despite an initial sorrow, the longing had turned into an ache in your chest that seemed impossible to ignore, only slightly remedied by his occasional letters and gifts. It was a short-lived hope that he could still be yours. His return as society’s most eligible, handsome, and accomplished bachelor only made it harder to confess - for everyone fell under Taehyung's spell.

With rumors of his charming reputation and dedicated work in France swirling through society and countless men and women organizing courting arrangements before he'd even arrived a month ago, you thought to make haste with your confession, but your half-written love letters were ultimately kept away in the drawers right behind where he'd stood now, with the postcards, letters, and gifts he'd sent you over that time. And you'd spent all those nights with him away just as you had tonight, imagining he'd been there, in your very room, bare as you'd been right beside you... And it had to have happened as such.  

“Oh, I apologize, Miss_____,” he says calmly, and the hint of a smirk appears on his face before he turns to face away from you, “But I’m here on orders of your dear mother. You’re, uhm, expected?”

Fuck. You lost track of time. 

“Should I tell her you’re not feeling well?” 

“No. No, I have to be there, sir. I’m expected to make at least one possible match tonight,” you panic, slithering into the undergarments you’d discarded by the bed earlier. Too hasty to feel shame, and, for the first time, thankful that women’s undergarments cover more than they ever should, you march to the wooden partition, only for your corset to be in Taehyung’s hands.

“Allow me to help,” he offers with a smile. “Your sisters are furious at your being late already, and well, I’m the only one who won’t give you an earful.”

You resign, stepping between Taehyung and the mirror and readying yourself into the corset. Looking at your reflection, you could see your figure and breasts through the sheer chemise with ease…. Practically as naked as you had been. And the man you’d who held your corset and your affection in his hands was staring at the same image with a blank expression on his face. 

“This is absolutely humiliating,” you groan, inhaling as he pulls the strings of your corset. Your breasts rise above, forming a perfect, heaving cleavage that remains there, perfectly shaped, as your torso is pulled back…. But only ever so slightly. This was new…. comfortable, and…. just as shapely and alluring. A miracle.

“….It fits well and isn’t as tight as when the girls do it… you have practice, I assume, tying women’s corsets?” you say, taking in your reflection and silently wondering if the man behind you stole another glimpse before he swiftly tied the knot at your back - or if you’d compared to the beauties he must’ve courted in Paris.

Tutting, he ignores the question. His fingers remain at your back, playing with the strings he’d just tied together before tracing your corset's hem. You don't push his hands away when he continues to trace the boning to where it lies below your breast, until his long, elegant fingers ghost your stomach and he pulls his hand away.

It’s only when he steps backward that you exhale comfortably, highly unusual in such a corset, and in the reflection, you see Taehyung grab the dress you were due to wear from its hook behind the partition that enclosed you. He hands it to you without a word from where he stood at your back and with his help, you quickly step into the silky dress, and he ties it up just the same. 

The color of the dress allowed your skin to shine as brightly as the rhinestones that adorned it, laid perfectly across your breasts and capsleeves…. Admiring them so, you remember the accompanying jewelry you’d prepared for the evening, a dainty set of earrings, which you put on in a millisecond, and its matching necklace.

“Allow me,” Taehyung says in a hush from behind you, tracing down your arm until he reaches the necklace in the palm of your hand. He brushes your hair to the side, the gentle graze of his fingertips sending chills down your spine as he works away at the lock. 

“There”, he says, close enough for you to feel the breath of the word at your nape.

Thankful his gaze was fixated there, chilling as it may be, you quickly attempt to hide your heavy breathing and the rise and fall of your chest by working away at your hair, braiding and pinning it in minutes until you looked like every other 'hopeful' bachelorette.

With a dazzling look and the event kicking off the society’s courting season… you were sure to catch the wild eyes of plenty of eligible bachelors, much to your chagrin. You were at an appropriate age to be wed, let alone courted…. but it was clear that you could never feel about a man what you felt for Taehyung. Every other dead-end meeting your mother had set up in the time he’d been away proved that fact and only frustrated her further, especially when you’d turned down both of Taehyung’s now-married cousins, the highly educated and well-off brothers Namjoon and Seokjin. ‘Artistic boys get you nowhere,’ she’d said, trying to secure your future despite having a soft spot for Taehyung herself. 

Now, in the mirror, you could see. Lust. Love. Trust. Humiliation. Your own sinful desire reflected back at you, along with Taehyung's striking side profile. Disregarding the mirror altogether, he had his head turned towards you, surely close enough to smell the rosy scent on your skin, on which you'd continuously felt his warm breathing.

“You look ravishing,” he finally mutters. “You looked beautiful even then.”

“Even then?” 

“Before France…” he whispers, toying with the silky fabric at your shoulders. “And tonight....before this…. Especially before this.”

You finally break your own gaze, turning to face him and allowing your nose to brush against his, noting his floral scent… daisies specifically… the kind you’d always play with…. With a hint of some French cologne… The person you always knew, and the man he came to be… 

“Any man would be lucky to dance with you.”

“It is not any man that I would wait for. It is not any man that I want…” you whisper, taking Taehyung’s hand and placing it on your waist. But his hand moves, quick to wrap around you and pull your body right against his.

“And what is it that you want so badly?”

Taehyung’s head tilts as his gaze fixates on a spot on your neck, biting at his lower lip and ready to do the same to your exposed skin. His lips meet your neck….

And a loud knock is heard on your door.

“_____, mother is waiting!” you hear through the door. “We’re all waiting. What’s taking you so long? Should I help with the corset?”

Oh… Right.

The two of you exhale against each other, Taehyung’s breath warmer than it had been…. even nicer. But he pulls away, ever so slightly.

“No! No, did that myself. A minute more,” you say, loud enough for your little sister to hear through the door.

“You did your own corset? Strange. Well, do you have any idea where Tae is? None of us can find him after mother sent him up here, and I want to show him how cutely I'd dressed up the teddy bear he got me!” your sister continues. “Mr. Kim Namjoon came looking for him too. Did he run off to the event ahead of us?”

“I don’t know,” you say, avoiding Taehyung’s gaze. “Now run off. I’ll be downstairs in a minute.”

“I should go,” you say quietly, when you’d heard your sister’s footsteps fade. “I’ll see you there?”

Taehyung nods as he unwraps his arm from around your body, licking the lips you'd almost met.

You hear your name being called lowly from behind you just as you open your bedroom door. Turning only your head, you resist the urge to slam the door shut and kiss away the sudden anguish on Taehyung’s face.

“Save me a dance.”

“Two,” you reply, and he chuckles, walking towards you and taking your hand in his.

"I won't delay you further, my daisy. Tonight, I ask you for a dance, but soon... I hope you'll allow me to ask for this as well." Taehyung brings your hand up to his face, kissing your knuckles with his eyes closed, fluttering them open, and looking at you through his lashes with his lips still there. He doesn't wait for a reply. “Go.” 

[champagneher]

❝𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔❞ —𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

based on: reader is in paris and taehyung's an incredible supportive lover.

genre: drabble, fluff, idol au.

warnings: making out, little suggestive, cursing and tae just giving boyfriend material vibes.

a/n: so... i'm back with this little drabble. hope you enjoy it and you can always send your request! lots of love. :) please go easy on me, english is not my native language. so, i apologize for any mistakes and please let me know!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Paris never looked better in your opinion. The night was falling, the stars were beginning to shine in the sky while the young people went out to have fun with their friends on this summery Friday. You weren't far behind, you had your fresh nails, your long eyelashes, your hair recently dyed a light honey brown that contrasted the colour of your skin perfectly, and of course, it was combed in a perfect bun.

You hugged your light shirt closer to your body while you watched the big city from the balcony of your -temporary- home that offered a spectacular view of the greatest attraction the city could offer you, the Eiffel Tower.

You looked at the time on your phone when it lit up with the incoming message.

Tae: I hope Paris is treating you as you deserve.

You smiled.

Me: Of course it is. It always has.

Tae: I miss Paris Me: You should come visit Paris Me: And me, of course Tae: Obviously. Why else would I go to Paris for? Tae: Oh wait Tae: There may be another reason. A good reason Me: Oh yeah?

Tae: Yeah

Me: Care to tell me?

Tae: There is this ballet dancer, who dances beautifully Me: A ballerina who dances? Me: I'm a little surprised that you like ballet. Who would have thought Tae: You're annoying. Tae: But yes. Actually, I like everything about this girl. Hopefully, I can see her soon. I met her in a café when she spilled all her coffee on my white pants and Gucci shoes Me: That's tragic

Tae: No, not at all. I got to know her and since then we have been very close. Very

Tae: I love to fuck her Me: Okay I have to go now Tae: 😊 Tae: Rehearsals? Tae: What time do you go on stage?

Me: In about two hours, 9pm, so I have to run to the theatre and keep rehearsing Tae: Hope everything goes well. I know you'll dance amazing as always just don't be too surprised

Me: Why would I be surprised? Haha Me: Talk later?

Tae: Of course baby, see you soon xx

You shook your head slightly, smiling as you locked the screen of your phone and then turned to take one last look at the incredible view from the balcony.

You could get used to this, you thought. But you missed your life in Korea. Life there as a foreigner could be incredibly difficult in time to time, but you had also built relationships with incredible people and appreciated every beautiful moment lived. You also couldn't deny that you enjoyed it more because it's where one of your favourite people was.

How you met Taehyung was definitely embarrassing, but at the same time you were grateful because otherwise you wouldn't be on the verge of collapsing from everything you felt for him. He was annoying and charming at the same time. You had never been in love, and you didn't want to be either because of your career that demanded a lot of your time. Shit. Tae's was even more demanding, you never imagined that you could be head over heels for an idol who could make you laugh until you cry in a moment and then fuck you until oblivion in the other.

You didn't have a title. You weren't officially a couple, but it was no surprise to his and your circle that you both did almost everything together. Not only that, but you could be in each other's company all day and still yearn for more time together. It was reciprocal and pure. You had met someone with whom you couldn't say a word and still feel comfortable.

Tae loved every second shared with you, he had met the person who understood him and put herself in his place without the need to ask. You both had busy schedules, which worried him a lot when he realized that he couldn't spend much time away from you, but that stopped thanks to the fact that you worked to continue sharing moments without feeling forced.

He introduced you as his, and you introduced him as yours. Still, the little pinch in your stomach that said he would never make anything official was still there, bothering you day by day. And not to mention when the opportunity to dance in one of the most prestigious theatres in Europe presented itself to you, and you made the decision -which was very hard- to go to France for 5 months to be part of one of your biggest dreams. It was a unique opportunity and although Taehyung supported you in your decision and was every step of the way here, it was difficult. For almost eight months you had not spent more than two days away from each other, and now you were separated by hours and hours of distance.

4 and a half months passed, the end of your contract was approaching, and it was bittersweet. Bitter that your moments on this stage with your new friends would end, but sweet that you would be coming home to him. You also loved every second lived here. Although it was difficult, and it wasn't necessary, it must be emphasized, you were always faithful to Taehyung. Your heart belonged to him.

You were about to return to the stage for the finale when one of your new friends walked up to you with a full smile and sparkling eyes.

"I'm about to pass out," she whispered, half screaming. She took your arm in her hands and shook it slightly.

"What's happening?" You laughed, seeing her unable to stay still because of the small movements and tiny dances she made with her body.

"You little shit, someone came to see you and I think if you don't make him yours, I'm going to steal him." She raised one of her eyebrows. She watched you look at her confused and frowning, she dragged you towards one of the panels to sneak a bit and get the public view.

"What the fuck-"

"____! You're going in 60 seconds."

"Oh, go, go," your friend pushed you back into line to go on stage.

In all the time you were out there you hadn't seen him, you weren't one to watch the public either but shit if you hadn't stood still for a few seconds after seeing him there, sitting in the third row carefully observing the performance.

Butterflies burst in your stomach and your nerves went over the top. You took a deep breath to come back to yourself and keep giving your best out there, even more so because Taehyung was there. You were happy.

You were dragged into a more private part of the place by a bodyguard, and there was no doubt it was to see Tae. The audience had gone a little crazy when they realized that one of the BTS members was present in the among them, making the exit a bit difficult, but the happiness of the dancers and the entire crew was amazing. They were all talking to each other and congratulating each other on attracting one of the biggest celebrities of the world to see them.

"I can't believe this," you managed to let out a laugh before being wrapped in a pair of arms, causing you to crash into his chest and choke your words on her neck. "What are you doing here?" It was your turn to wrap your arms around his waist closing your eyes to better breathe his perfume.

"Missed you so much," he murmured with his eyes closed. It was no secret that Taehyung was really sentimental, and when he loved, he loved hard. "You were amazing," he smiled with a heart, showing his teeth, pulling away from you a bit to look into your eyes, taking your face in his hands, your arms still around his waist.

"You think?" You asked timidly with hope in your voice.

"I don't think," he kissed yours lips softly and quickly. "I know."

Your smile grew even larger and heat consumed your face. Still you looked around you to confirm no one saw you both share tha sweet kiss. You knew it could burn the whole world if people knew Taehyung came all the way to Paris to see you.

"You're crazy," you laughed out of breath, that man really took your breath away the moment your eyes met.

"For you," he mumbled, "what about we leave and go to dinner?"

"Dinner in Paris? Sounds fancy," you started to walk away from the crowd trying to get a glimpse of Tae, but thank god, they couldn't even see him and more importantly, you. Luckily you had already changed into your jeans moments before leaving in search of Tae. You didn't want to draw anyone's attention to what you got for throwing on a black hoodie and your flats. Although your makeup and hairstyle were still intact. The bodyguards followed you as you led them out to a more discreet place where no one could disturb you.

The stars were shining in the sky above you, the wind moving your hair in a light and not overwhelming way. The sound of the living city was heard slightly below you, away from the hotel balcony where you were.

Taehyung had taken off his suit vest as well as his tie, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and a few loose buttons to his chest. His curls were messy from the strokes of his hand. You, on the other hand, had the opportunity to change into a light white dress of a light and shiny fabric, accompanied by small heels of the same colour as your dress, courtesy of Taehyung who had thought that you would not have enough time to change later of the show. It was lucky for you, he had taken you to a beautiful and elegant private restaurant, and you knew that without the change of clothes you would have been very out of place. You were grateful, you had a beautiful new Gucci dress, you had delicious food for dinner, and now you found yourself looking down on the city with the man your heart so dearly loved.

"Beautiful…" Taehyung mumbled resting his elbows on the concrete railings as he watched you not so discreetly, though you didn't notice. "Right? This city never ceases to amaze me," you smiled as it was your turn now to watch him. "Well, I wasn't exactly talking about the city, but yes… it's also beautiful." His left arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him. Damn, if your heart didn't want to come out of your chest. With all the control you could have of your body you brought your right hand to his lower back and rested your chin on his shoulder. "Thank you for tonight, it really was perfect."

Taehyung gently cupped your face in his hands leaning back slightly to get a better look at you. It was a lot for you so you couldn't help lowering your eyes to avoid feeling that your soul wanted to leave your body for the moment you were living. "Please look at me," he requested in a low voice, almost a whisper. With your lips slightly parted you raised your gaze to connect with his again, this time feeling an extreme calm that you didn't know if you had known before. His eyes the purest and deepest brown you've ever seen, his flawless skin and his crimson lips. "Would you be mine?" His words left his lips as soft and slow as only he knew how. Your eyebrows rose in surprise, your smile appeared without your control. Was he really asking you to make it official to be a couple? Did he really want to be yours? "What?" you laughed under your breath.

"I said, ____, would you be mine? Please?" His eyes full of hope seemed to reflect the stars in the sky, his hands trembled slightly and he felt a tingling go up and down his spine. He was about to lose him if you didn't say you wanted what he wanted. He longed to be able to share those small moments full of intimacy that only a couple could share, he wanted to tell his friends that he couldn't make it because he already had plans with his girlfriend, he wanted to politely reject other people because he was already taken, he already had a girlfriend whom he madly loved. He wanted to apologize for being late because time got out of his hands for being with you, or arriving at his parents' house with your hand in his ready to introduce you as his girlfriend and partner. He wanted all of that and more.

"Do you really want to be mine, Tae?" You murmured still feeling on a cloud high in the sky but afraid that everything would be a joke.

"Am I not obvious enough, ____? You are the one I flew across the world for just so I could hold you in my arms. And what more romantic place to ask you to be my girlfriend than Paris. The city of love can now be ours… so what do you say?"

"I say you're crazy," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers gently stroking the hairs on his head as you gazed at him lovingly, "and I'd love to be yours on the condition that you're mine too."

"I would want nothing more than to be yours, love." With those final words, he connected his lips in a soft and slow kiss that reflected all the emotions that were invading them both at that moment. It had really happened, you were already a couple and ypu could not be more in love.

"We will always have Paris, it will always be ours from now on. Just you and me."

[wannabelife]

find a way – kth

if only you could find a way to get your relationship back on track. luckly, there's still a short-term fix for you both.

warning: angst and explicit content under the cut !

and there you are again, under him, wherelse? he's deep down inside you, your eyes rolling back as you keep moaning his name.

he has you pinning down on the mattress by the waist. taehyung is fucking you so good that every other worry do not matter anymore.

"tae- oh fuck! feels so good"

he grunts at your words, fucking you senseless. the wet noises filling the room as your bodies meets; your eyes tearing up, both of you sweating from the heat of each other.

"what's that?" he says it bluntly.

"tae, oh my god, please... please"

and then he stops. leaving just his tip inside you, he's panting, but you're desesparate. you are whining nonstop. you finally start crying, you need to cum, you have to cum, this is torture. taehyung tightens the grip on your waist, so you stop moving, leaving red marks on the flash.

"im sorry, sir" you cry out "please, sir, i need to cum, make me cum"

he delivers a harsh slap on your clit and you whimper, your fingers curling from the pleasure that spread goosebumps all over your body. he starts to fuck you again. in a matter of seconds, you are cumming around him. your whole body freezing and letting go with a moan. he helps you ride your high but doesn't stop there.

"already done?" he asks, and you nod repeatedly, looking dumb, making him laugh at you "but im not done yet, be good"

he goes hard on you again. it hurts inside, but shamelessly, you like it. it's even perfect when the pleasure starts to build again. you sob, feeling like it's too much, the overstimulation hitting you so good. you have no shame in screaming, not minding if anyone will hear you.

"such a desesparate slut" he groans, making you clench around him.

his cock twitches inside and you can feel he is close too. taehyung grabs you by the neck, adding a bit of pressure on it, just how you like it. your eyes roll back and you're close again.

"can i cum, sir? please" you are able to say, your voice raspy because of the lack of circulation caused by his hands.

"come on, cum for me"

he leaves your neck to make sure you are in place as he takes an animalistic pace on you. he moans, closer to the release.

your vision gets blurry as you cant control the scream you let out as you're cumming. your legs tremble as you're squirting all over taehyung lower belly and length. he looks at your bodies connected, you clenching nonstop around him.

"fuck-"

he cums with a low moan, his thick cum painting your walls deliciously. he pulls out, a bit of it hitting your clit making you whimper before you're both coming down from the high.

he lays in his bed by your side. a strange feeling lingering in the air, even after the most intimate thing you can have with someone. no one says a thing, both because there's anything to say but also because you dont know what to.

you start to doze off and before you realize you both are deep on sleep.

you wake up in his sheets around 5am, confused on where you are at first. the realization slowly hitting you as you look to the side to see his naked figure fast asleep beside you. he is fucking beautiful and you hate it.

you contemplate for a bit, before quietly getting off his bed. you collect your clothes that are spread all over the floor. you tip toe to the door, messily putting your clothes back on in the living room. when you're done, you get your shoes and keys and leave his house. without a note, nothing behind, just your perfume all over his bed, house and body.

when you get by the front, your eyes meet a heavy rain on the outside. you curse under your breath, adjusting your shoes on your feet.

you take a look before gathering the courage to run home in the rain. just when your body hits the rain, you hear someone behind you.

"yn! yn, where are you going?" taehyung comes after you, running to catch you. his shorts and tank top covering his body now.

you keep going, feeling your heart drop to your stomach just from the sound of his voice. even though it ended, you can't help the effect he still has on you.

you stop, and so does he. the rain having you two already all wet, hiding the tears that came out without warning.

"yn... please..." he begs without even knowing what exactly. he just needs you to love him again, again and again.

you fall completely. tears coming nonstop as you palms your face. you feel him approaching you, bringing your body close to his as he hugs you tightly like he did last night but in a different scene. what did go so wrong for you two? why can things work out for your relationship?

the same spot has you both always coming back. and you dont know what to do after this, it keeps repeating time after time. the same scene as if you were cursed by each other. maybe tomorrow, when that happens again, you will have a solution for those same questions. if only you both could find a way to get back on track.

you won't.

[jeonaachu]

Mi Amor || KTH

Genre: Established relationship, fluff

Pairing: Kim Taehyung × Fem. OC

Word Count: 0.8k words

Summary: Just Taehyung admiring his girlfriend while she fixes him a sandwich

A/n: We love men in love. 😔👆🏻

Taehyung watches as his girlfriend Haeun prepares a sandwich for him while he sits at the table with his head resting on the palm of his hand, elbows planted to the wooden dining table.

“How many times have I told you to be careful in the kitchen, hmm?” Her sweet voice fills the comfortable silence and all he could do was smile to himself at the way that voice made him feel so many things. Good things.

She’s always been so caring and gentle and just…. so wonderful. It doesn’t really matter to her that she has just returned from a long, tiring day of work not too long ago but what matters to her is that her boyfriend has got a small cut on his index finger while slicing some vegetables when he was fixing a quick snack for himself.

He’s always been the messy one in the kitchen so most of the time it’s either her cooking or just simple takeout food. It’s not like he’s just eating and lazing around when it comes to the kitchen though, he helps out his girlfriend anytime and any way he could. Cleaning the counters and dishes or just setting up the table, he does it all to take off at least some of the burden from her shoulders. He can’t possibly just sit and watch his girlfriend work like a cook for him, could he?

That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of him. Or just humanly, for that matter.

Besides, he’s quite fond of just helping her around and admiring her while she cooked for the both of them. Like he was doing at the moment. There was a permanent smile on his face as she cut the crust of the bread, knowing well that he doesn’t like eating that part while she told him about her day. It always warmed his heart, the way she was so careful and considerate when it came to him.

Perhaps he’s just too in love, too whipped for this gorgeous woman before his eyes. Or maybe she’s really that deserving of all the affection, praise and love he has for her, stored in his heart. He always thought it was too little. Maybe it could have been better if there was a better, bigger place to use it as a love storehouse so that he could give her more of it. His stomach, maybe? Or his liver? They were definitely bigger than his heart.

His eyes trail down to the little bandage she had wrapped around his injured finger. It had cute stars on it. He very clearly remembers them buying a whole pack of these when he went grocery shopping with her last week, they had quite a good banter when deciding if stars would be better to heal the wounds the bandages are put on or the hearts. The final decision was done by a round of rock, paper and scissors and of course she had won.

She’d always beat him to the game but he was always happy to lose. A loser in love. Just for her though. His competitive ass won’t let him lose to anyone else.

“Here you go, Mr. Boyfriend.” Her voice breaks his train of thoughts and he gives her a grateful smile when she sets a plate of sandwiches before him. And as if her acts of service weren’t enough for him to melt into a puddle, she had even decided to give him a kiss on top of his head.

Oh, this woman.

She always had him weak with her gestures. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She questions in that tender voice of hers that Taehyung has come to love. He loves every bit of it, the gentleness, the way it sounds so soothing to his ears, the way it manages to give him tingles throughout his body each time.

He raises an eyebrow at her, slightly confused by her question. “Like what?” He asks because he’s sure he’s just adoring her through his eyes. Nothing weird, right? Obviously not if he just removes the bit where he’s been watching her with those dreamy eyes for a whole eighteen minutes.

Haeun gives him a smile with a shake of her head before returning her gaze back at him. “Like you love me more than anything and everything.” Her words hit him straight to his heart and he breaks into a small grin.

“Because I do love you more than anything and everything, mi amor.”

His words make her cheeks turn a sweet shade of pink, a shy chuckle slipping past her lips and he grins at the sound of it. It always manages to make his heart do a little dance in his chest, especially when he's the reason behind it.

He’s a goner. He knows that and he’s happy because it’s her.

Only her.

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST.

[thefaithfulwriter1]

𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐏 (𝟎𝟏. 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏)

𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐏 | ❝ Not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move. Makes me feel like I can't live without you. It takes me all the way. I want you to stay. ❞ - Rihanna & Mikky Ekko

Summary - When love is true, distances doesn't matter. That was something she read somewhere from the internet. It proves to be true though when she meets two handsome men on a dating app called Cupid Matchmaker App. Two men she never thought would notice her even on a simple dating app. The three soon embark on a journey together finding love in each other, through texting, video calls, calls, and then finally meeting.

Pairing - Taehyung x Fem!Reader x Jungkook

Alternative Universe - Normal Life, Social Media (Sort Of), Tattoo Artist

Warnings - Fluff, Angst, Semi Smut, Language, Mention of Past Sexual Abuse, Poly. Relationship, MxM, MxMxF, FxM, May Add If Needed

Main Characters - 𝐘/𝐧 𝐋/𝐧 - The Shy Painter / Artist, 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 -Tattoo Artist, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 - Tattoo Artist, 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭 & 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 - The Owner of Tattoo shop, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧 - The Chef, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 - The Musician, 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 - The Dance Instructor / Piercer, 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 - Dance Instructor / Tattoo Artist, 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬 - (Nina Dobrev -Y/n's Best friend) - Florist, 𝐓𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 (Kat Graham - Elena's Girlfriend/ Y/n's Friend) - Photographer

Colors. Different shades of colors. Colors like blues, purple, black, and so many more. Your brush was gliding over the canvas as you painted. You had a smile upon your lips. As you watched another line painted across the canvas. It was something you were in control of. Something that you could do whatever you want with it. It gave you the peace and the control you wanted so desperately. But it would have been peaceful if it was quiet. And you would have been able to escape deeper into your imagination.

But you weren't granted with such a thing. You had someone who was in the room with you jabbering on. While you were trying to focus on your painting. But you were still half listening to the person talking. The person you couldn't ignore if you wanted to.

"Come on! Honey, just try it this once. I promise I won't bother you about it anymore after this. Please," your best friend Elena Morris begged you. You were in your art room in your house painting a new piece for a customer. You have been listening to Elena go on and on about you being single for so long for about an hour now. She was making it know, she wanted for you to start mingling and dating. Elena was there with her girlfriend Tiana not that far away.

Who was sitting on the sofa in your art room reading a magazine. She was keeping her nose in the magazine and out of your conversation as she read. Shaking your head you sighed hearing Elena. She wanted you to try out a dating app. Which was where she had met Tiana. The two of them having been together for a year now. A quarter of it started out with text out over the app that Elena was trying to get you to use. You couldn't deny that they were adorable, and you were ecstatic for them. But you just didn't want to date for reasons that Elena didn't understand.

"Elena, will you stop it. I don't want to date. Can't you get that through your thick skull girl. Tiana help me. Get your girlfriend," you sighed with a laugh. Putting the brush down you wiped your hands on the apron you were wearing. As you turned to Elena, giving her your full attention now putting your hands on your hips. Your black apron having paint smears and stains on it.

You were beginning to become frustrated though with your best friend. Because she didn't understand you were... scared. More so she couldn't tell that you were scared. You haven't told her you were scared to date or have any sort of relationship. You were scared to get that close with someone. But your attention was pulled from Elena. Who had her hands together in a begging motion as she gave you her best puppy dog eyes. Tiana, though hearing you, turned to you and began speaking.

"All I have to say on the matter is that you should try it once. YOLO. You only live once. If you don't like it, all well at least you could say you tried it. You know, and you never know what will happen. That is all I have to say on the matter," Tiana chuckled as she watched Elena. Who had a wide smile upon her face hearing her girlfriend agree with her. As Tiana put her magazine down looking from you to Elena with a smile. A sigh left you though hearing her words. As you slapped your hand against your head gently with a shake of your head. You understood where Tiana was coming from. You also knew Elena just wanted to see you happy.

"I'm scared to date. Okay! I don't want to get close to anyone or it's along the lines I'm afriad to. Plus I don't know if anyone will take their time with me. With everything you know, " you grunted. As you rubbed at your temples. You were so done with the conversation all together. You didn't want to date. But you finally told them why you didn't want to. And it was as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders, as you took deep breaths.

But your friends didn't seem to understand. But now that you said it maybe they'll back off. But that wasn't the case. You were soon slowly engulfed in a hug by Elena. While Tiana put down her magazine walking over to you both and joining the hug. You were tense at first but soon relaxed in their hold as you sighed.

"You can't always cut people off because you're scared Y/n. You got to open up. Take chances... make mistakes. Take a chance at love. You never know what may happen like Tiana said. Honey," Elena whispered to you. As she hugged you and Tiana tightly. She knew some of your troubles but not all of them. She and you had promised each other a long time ago you two would always be there for one another. Which you two haven't broken yet. The next thing the two of you heard was Tiana speaking.

"Like I said Y/n, you only live once. Life's too short. Elena's right though take a chance. It'll give you a chance to say I at least tried. But also do it because you want to not because of us, alright. Plus if you meet someone and they're the right someone they'll take all the time you need. They'll also accept you for who you are," Tiana chimed in from her spot behind you. As she unwrapped her arms from you. You sent her a small smile with a sigh.

Before thinking it over again.

You were scared to date and be close to anyone for a couple of reasons. One, you didn't want to deal with putting so much effort in a relationship and have them walk away. Which has happened many times before and you weren't even in a relationship with the people. You were afraid to become attached to the person and have them leave. Which you were a person who doesn't get attached at first but once you do it becomes hard for you to let them go.Then, you didn't want to deal with being the only one putting any effort in the relationship only to have it one sided. Again that has happened to you before.

But then there was also the thing with you and being touched. You didn't know how to initiate skinship. You didn't like being touched unless you were aware of the person touching you. Also you have never had anything with intimacy happen to you ever. After a few incidents happened when you were younger, you shied away from such things, and became the way you are now today. Scared of dating, along with touch, and pretty much everything that came with a relationship. But then again like Tiana said you only live once. Maybe you should give it a try. And maybe just maybe you'll find the right person. So with a shake of your head and muttering under your breath 'can't believe I'm going to do this.' You look at Elena and Tiana and nod your head then begin to speak.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this but fine. I'll try this so-called dating app. But you two owe me big time," you agreed. As you agreed with the plan. Elena was soon squealing as she stepped away from you. As she jumped up and down clapping her hands her hair bounced as she did. She was so excited and was hoping for the best for you. All she wanted was for her best friend to be happy. Sighing, you looked at her and couldn't help but send her a smile. She had always been there for you ever since you met on a website when you both were in your teens. Bonding over your love for tv shows and movies. And when you two met you were inseparable ever since.

"Yes! Okay let me help you with your profile. Let me help you get ready for the love of your life. I have so many good feelings about this. Come on! Come on," she exclaimed. As she grabbed your hand and started to drag you out of the art room. You were not having it though. That was one thing you wanted to do on your own. Set up the app and start your own profile. You wanted to put your own self into this app with no help. You shook your head trying to stop her. Though Elena was small she was strong as she dragged you. But she was soon stopped by Tiana. Who had seen your pleading look and wanted to help you. Taking your hand from Elena's with an amused smile.

"Thank you Tiana. And Ah! Ah! Ah! I want to do that on my own Elena," you informed Elena. As you turned to Tiana, sending her a thankful nod. She sent you one back before pulling Elena into her arms. Hearing this caused Elena to pout as she fell into Tiana's arms. As she crossed her arms. Her having wanted to help you with your profile. Shaking your head you giggled at her antics.

"You want me to do this. And I actually want to try and do this. But... I want to try and do this on my own. Which means the whole profile thing and talking to these people on my own. But I will ask you guys for help if I need it though," you explained to the two. As you rubbed at you arm with a bashful smile. You were hoping that they understood where you were coming from.

"Okay! Okay... I get it. We'll let you do this on your own. But you better call or text if you need anything. And when I say anything I mean anything alright Y/n," Elena ordered softly of you. As she pointed to you accusingly. Smiling, you nodded with another giggle. You just couldn't help yourself with how Elena was acting.

"Alright it's about time for us to go babe. Lets leave Y/n to it with her work. Later just text or give us a call if you need anything okay Y/n," Tiana said. As she looked at the time on her phone. Pulling Elena with her along the way out the door. Once upon a time you and Elena used to be roommates. But when things began to get serious with Tiana she moved out. Which you were sad at first but accepted. Chuckling you followed and watched as the two let themselves out. With the two of them shouting goodbye as they put their shoes and coats on. Before heading out the door with smiles and waves.

As they left you shut and lock the door. Before going back to your art room to finish painting. As you painted your tried to get lost in your work and escape into your own little world that was your art. But you could never really fully immerse yourself into your little world. Which caused you to sigh in aggravation. Because you couldn't fully escape and you couldn't get over the nagging feeling. The feeling that came with this dating app that Elena and Tiana wanted you to try. Though you were overly nervous over the whole thing. There was a small excited feeling that washed over you, every time you thought of the idea of finding your person.

Shaking your head you placed your paint brush down. You figured that you would stop for the day and clean up. Which took some time with cleaning up the paint and brushes. You soon took the painting over for it to dry and not get messed up. But then you soon walked out of the art room and took a shower cleaning yourself up.

Once done you went to your room and looked for your phone. Having left it in your room while you were working. Not wanting to get distracted. It had been a couple hours since Elena and Tiana had left. When you finally got to your phone you saw a few messages from customers and buyers.

Then there was one that caught your eyes. It was from Elena, she had sent you a link to the app with a winking emoji. It was called Cupid Matchmaker App. Which caused you to roll you eyes at her but soon smile. Clicking the link you waited for it to load as you climbed into your bed getting comfortable. You then looked at your phone seeing the app had loaded. Looking at it you breathed trying to gain the courage to download the app. The icon was purple with hearts on it.

- 𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙸𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙿𝙿 -

𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙉𝙇𝙊𝘼𝘿...

𝘠𝘌𝘚 𝘰𝘳 𝘕𝘖

Breathing in a deep breath you then sigh and click yes.

After answering questions you then begin to build and make your profile. Setting up a few pictures of you along with your artwork. You were soon interrupted by your vast black Maine Coon cat named Shadow. Who decided to jump on your bed laying down next to you. A smile took over your lips as you decided to put up a picture of you and Shadow on your profile.

Giggling you ran your hand over his fur which granted you a loud purr from him. Smiling with a giggle you turned your attention to your phone and began to look over the pictures you uploaded. You then sigh as you get nervous when seeing your 'About Me' blank. Taking a moment to think you put a few things in the description box then clicked for it to upload. You then started the long night of swiping on your phone and talking to people. 

[crystaljins]

Stars Above | 06

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Synopsis: Your nagging roommate is desperate for a third person to help meet the rent and your university just so happens to be running a fully-funded government grant for anyone who signs up to participate in the Intergalactic Exchange program.

Having an alien for a roommate is just asking for all kinds of trouble, though.

Alien!Taehyung x reader

Rating: Teens

Notes: This one is for everyone this week who really needs a good cry. Sometimes life gets you down but in fanfiction land you can have hot, affectionate aliens give you comforting hugs.

You can do it, guys!

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It’s a bit embarrassing to be caught crying alone in the living room. You were supposed to have the place to yourself, and so a little solo crying session had been well within your rights.  Everyone deserved a night where they could cry as pathetically as they wanted, and this was supposed to be your night to do so. 

After all, Nayeon had dragged Taehyung out, insisting she needed his presence on whatever crazy outing she had planned for the evening. You hadn’t protested since it’s rare that you get a night off just to yourself, particularly since Taehyung came to earth. 

(Not that you mind taking care of him, or anything. It’s just that living with two extroverts constantly vying for your attention is a bit exhausting and sometimes you need time to yourself.)

Regardless, you were supposed to have the living room to yourself until past midnight. And it’s not like you’d planned on using your precious solo time to cry- you’re not even really the kind to cry often. But, as you stared blankly at the screen of your phone, reporting your recent marks, you had just felt the burden of stress hit. Exams, assignments, paying rent, nagging mothers.... those sorts of things tend to stack up. And before you knew it, you’d been sniffling pathetically as salty tears slid down your face. 

Of course, it’s almost like he has a radar- the door had swung open almost as soon as the first tears trickled forth. Nayeon had insisted the two of them wouldn’t be back until well after midnight but it’s a little past ten pm and here he is. 

“(Y/N)?” Taehyung calls and your eyes widen with panic. “Are you awake? I’ve returned a little early! I didn’t continue being present because I discovered that Nayeon only dragged me to the party because she wanted to coerce me into courtship with a friend of hers-“ 

You’ve just managed to scrub the tears off your face in time for him to step into the living room, but their remnants remains; swollen eyes, a reddened, runny nose and a bad case of the sniffles as you try to stem the flow of tears. 

“What’s the matter?” He demands, cutting off his previous statement as he scrambles towards you. “Are you sick? Let me check for a fever-” 

Your eyes widen as you recall Taehyung’s ability when he leans towards you. 

“Wait, Taehyung-“ you protest, your palms pressing against his chest as you try to keep him at bay, but it’s too late. He leans over your seated form on the couch, craning his neck until he can press his cheek to yours, presumably searching for a fever. He stiffens against you as what you presume is the rush of emotions you are experiencing transfer to him through where your cheeks are smooshed together. You weakly attempt to push him back again, but to large hands come up to curl around your fingers. 

“You’re sad.” He whispers, and there’s no disguising the horror in his voice. When he pulls back to crouch in front of you, you are alarmed to notice that his eyes have taken on a distinctly bluish-sheen, the way that they do when he’s about to start crying. 

“Don’t feel people’s emotions if you’re going to cry over them! Are you stupid? You’re just hurting yourself!” You deflect, refusing to acknowledge his statement and instead dwelling on the irritation you feel. You hate when he cries. He’s such a smiley, cheerful guy and you hate the thought of anything squashing that and the thought that it’s the burden of your own stupid emotions making Taehyung cry just makes you feel even worse. 

You don’t notice that another tear has slipped loose until Taehyung gently wipes it away with the pad of his thumb. You remember what he had told you, about his ability; it’s an empathy device. His people share touch to share the burden and so it baffles you that he seems to still gravitate towards you when he could potentially find something ugly and painful. 

“There’s nothing you can feel that I wouldn’t want to share in.” He points out, and his expression mirrors yours, but prettier; a delicate, shimmery blue droplet traces the contour of his face. “If you’re crying, I want to cry with you.” 

He releases you and shifts, settling so that he is no longer crouched before you and is instead seated beside you on the couch. His frame is larger than yours- as he curls his legs up onto the couch and rests an affectionate chin on your shoulder, his whole body seems to be engulfing yours. Oddly, the sensation is oddly comforting and you find yourself curling back into him against your will. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks, reaching for your hand and tracing circles against the back of it with his thumb. Initially, you hold yourself stiffly and uncomfortably, but the action is soothing. Gradually you relax into his touch and allow yourself this tiny weakness. It’s just Taehyung- he won’t mind if you do this. You drop your head a little and turn your body so that you can rest your forehead into the crook of his neck and shoulder. You feel his shoulders rise and fall in a steady exhale, and when you look up at him, his eyes are soft and warm with the hints of a coaxing smile glowing beneath the inky black depths. 

“I just.... got a bad mark on my assignment.” You admit. “And I guess I’ve had a stressful week so I felt really overwhelmed.” 

“Mmm,” he hums sympathetically, craning his neck so that he can rest his chin against the crown of your head. “So you thought you would shed tears about it alone at home and not call on your friends for comfort?”

You’re quiet for a moment, frowning beneath the weight of his gentle scolding. It doesn’t sound like he’s annoyed with you- if anything, he’s almost teasing in the way he says it. But in all honesty, it hadn’t occurred to you that it was an option to call your friends. They were all out, and what good would it do to cry on the phone to them?

“That would have interrupted your night.” You point out. He smiles and raises an eyebrow. 

“It’s ten pm and I’m home already; does it look like I have a night to be interrupted?” He points out. You squint at him thoughtfully for a moment.

“Why are you home already?” You wonder. You’re a little more alert to his presence now that you aren’t scrambling to hide your tears, and it does occur to you that it’s strange for Nayeon to have released him from whatever she had planned. 

He sighs and shakes his head. 

“That Nayeon!” He complains. “I cannot comprehend how you tolerate her! She decided that since her friend was newly single that I would be an adequate partner for her!”

You wince and shake your head. You recall the friend in question because Nayeon had been ranting about how “a good lay” would solve all her problems. You should have suspected that the sudden radio silence could only indicate a scheme, and it looks like Taehyung has borne the brunt of it this time. 

Your leg is starting to go numb so you shift your position- Taehyung adjusts accordingly so that you are now seated side-to-side with him, tucked neatly under the protective curl of his arm. It does occur to you that now that you are no longer crying, you should probably remove yourself from his side. But you feel strangely warm, and sleepy. Like the pleasant feeling of settling under a warm blanket on a rainy day. 

You don’t notice him hiding a pleased smile at the way you seem to cuddle in to him. 

“So you came home early?” You snicker, as you picture the antics that must have lead to Taehyung’s arrival at home. He nods. 

“And a good thing that I did!” He asserts. And then, more tentatively: “I would prefer it if you contact me for future events such as these.” 

You snort. 

“What? Like scheduled crying appointments? “Hey Tae, I’m a bit sad this week, mind staying home while I leak snot everywhere?”” You mock. But he meets you back, completely earnest. 

“If that’s what it takes.” He says solemnly. 

His sincerity renders you speechless. 

Blinking, you register your position- curled up against him, not unlike the way the twins will snuggle into you when they’re upset. You’re leaning on him, taking comfort from him, soaking in his warmth. 

For a moment, it scares you- is this even allowed? Is it ok for Taehyung to be such a warm, reassuring presence? Is it ok for you to want this from Taehyung?

But then, as you gaze up into his kind, warm eyes, the fear dissipates. It is ok, to want this. Because Taehyung is kind and warm and he wants you to trust him. Because it is him, it is safe.

“Thank you.” You say, and the words come out a little breathless. 

The smile he offers you in response is blinding. 

Maybe you should cry a little more often, if this is the outcome.

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Ice cream- Kim Taehyung

Word count: 648

Summary: The load of work was getting heavier each day. But icecream with Tae is the perfect escape, isn't it?

Pairing: Non idol Taehyung x gn Reader

Genre: Fluff

You had been enduring an overwhelming workload that seemed to multiply each passing day. Your boss, a formidable lady, had an uncanny ability to yell and push you beyond your limits. Today was no exception as she unleashed her frustration, publicly berating you in front of your colleagues.

Dejected and emotionally drained, you trudged your way home, carrying the weight of the day on your shoulders. The walls of your apartment felt suffocating, the air heavy with the echoes of your boss's tirade. Seeking solace, you reached for your phone, and a glimmer of hope appeared as a message from Taehyung, your goofy and sweet boyfriend, popped up on the screen.

"Hey, love. Tough day?" his message read.

You spilled your frustrations onto the digital canvas, your fingers typing with a mix of exhaustion and despair. Taehyung, always the compassionate listener, absorbed your words and responded with the love he always had for you.

"I'm here for you, sweetheart. Your hard work doesn't go unnoticed. You're strong and capable. How about we escape this madness? Meet me at our favorite ice cream parlor. I'll have a tub of your favorite flavor ready," he suggested.

The idea of indulging in a sweet treat and finding comfort in Taehyung's arms ignited a flicker of excitement within you. It was the perfect remedy to alleviate the pressures of work and the relentless demands of your boss.

A smile blossomed on your face as you agreed, your spirits lifting at the prospect of a sweet escape. You hurriedly made your way to the cozy ice cream parlor, anticipation dancing in your steps. Upon entering, the familiar scent of freshly made waffle cones enveloped you, stirring memories of happier times.

Taehyung stood there, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he held a giant sundae brimming with all your favorite flavors and toppings. "Behold, the stress-busting sundae!" he exclaimed with a flourish, his excitement infectious.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound spilling out like a release of pent-up tension. Taking a seat, you scooped up a spoonful of the creamy delight, the taste exploding on your tongue. As you savored the ice cream, Taehyung leaned closer, his arms encircling you in a warm embrace.

"You deserve this moment of joy, my love," he whispered, his voice gentle and soothing. "Remember, you are resilient and capable. This boss's negativity doesn't define you. You shine brighter than any obstacle."

His words touched your heart, resonating deep within your soul. With each bite of ice cream and every reassuring word, the weight of the day lifted, leaving behind a renewed sense of strength and determination.

As you shared laughter, stories, and whispered affections, the ice cream parlor transformed into a sanctuary. Worries melted away, replaced by a profound connection between you and Taehyung. Time lost its grip as the outside world faded into insignificance.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Tae," you admitted, your voice filled with gratitude. "You always find a way to turn the darkest days into moments of brightness and love."

Taehyung smiled, his eyes softening with tenderness. "And I don't know what I'd do without you, my love. You inspire me every day with your determination and unwavering spirit. Together, we can overcome any challenge that comes our way."

With the evening drawing to a close, the weight of the day no longer seemed insurmountable. Holding hands, you left the ice cream parlor, stepping out into the cool night air. The stars above twinkled, mirroring the sparkle in your eyes as you gazed at Taehyung.

As you walked side by side, a renewed sense of purpose guided your steps. The troubles at work seemed less daunting, knowing you had a partner who believed in you unconditionally. With Taehyung by your side, you were ready to face the challenges that awaited, armed with love, support, and a memory of a sweet escape.

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