#hyungsik smut

[jeon-ify]

Hii! Can I request a dom!park hyungsik smut with the prompts 10, 13 and 16 from your recent post? Tysm 😭💕 you're doing so well frr🫶🏻

a/n: hi!! of course you can!! and thank you so much! 🩷 i hope it’s not terrible because i have no idea who this man is, so i hope i did enough research to make this kinda seem right. hope you have fun with this one pretty!!

warnings: ?? idk just smut

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10. “you act so high and mighty, wonder what they’d think when they see you on your knees half naked for me”

13. “hands behind your back”

16. “stop fucking crying”

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mdni.

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extra slippers - park hyungsik

“taehyung, can i borrow a pair of your slippers? hyungsik doesn’t have any comfortable ones.” you ask him. your boyfriend had the most uncomfortable slippers. his feet were too big (or at least bigger than yours) and they’d slide or fall off everytime you walk up the stairs.

you ask taehyung for the extra pair he left in his closet, “yeah, gimme a second. why don’t you ask your boyfriend for some, though?” he questions. he knows this would make hyungsik upset, considering how possessive he is over you.

you laugh, your hand lightly hitting taehyung’s shoulder, as he nervously laughs with you at the scene that just took place. “yeah, he has some but they’re uncomfortable. they don’t fit good.” you smile. you let out a breathily laugh and taehyung walks over to grab his pair of slippers. as he walks to his room upstairs, you hear your boyfriend coming down the stairs, his face emotionless and cold, already scolding you for what just happened.

he heard you, he heard the way you laughed. he heard taehyung laughing with you and the way you held the conversation in a flirtatious manner. you turn around to face him, his lazy outfit bouncing as he makes his way down the stairs. he waits for taehyung to come down the stairs to give you the pair of slippers you so desperately wanted.

“where were you? was looking everywhere for you, baby.” he asks. you know he wasn’t looking for you, because you were right next to taehyung in the kitchen the entire time.

“i was asking tae for slippers, i don’t have an extra pair.” you manage to let out. you already feel him scolding you and him telling you you’re his to have and to never fuck around with his friends. you knew better than to flirt with anyone else, let alone touching and laughing up a storm with his friends— his best friend.

“that so? he’s upstairs, think you should go get the slippers yourself.” he walks over to you, his large figure hovering over you. you feel like being bratty and annoying today, so you try go upstairs and get tae’s slippers yourself, until hyungsik stops you by grabbing your throat and making you stand in front of him.

“you wanna fuck him, don’t you?” he sulks. you feel your thighs pressing together as he grasps harder at your throat, his eyes moving down to glare at your thighs. you don’t answer— instead, you moan and shake (try to) your head.

“when i’m talking, you fucking answer me, mm? do you think about my friends like a fucking whore?” his other hand movss to grab your hair and pull so your neck is exposed for him to lick a stripe up your throat to your lips.

“no— fuck, please.” you moan. you finally manage to get words out, but you can’t comprehend a thing you’re saying.

he lets you go completely when you both hear taehyung coming down the stairs. he walks over to you and places the slippers right by your feet.

“taehyung, go buy me a box of soju. the peach one please. i’ll cashapp you the money.” hyungsik asks. he’s trying to get rid of taehyung and he succeeds when tae starts his car and leaves. luckily, they only sell soju at the mart downtown about 20 minutes from your house.

hyungsik hears the door shut and turns to you in an instant. he slides his shirt off and throws his slippers off.

“take your fucking clothes off. don’t say a fucking word. you wanna act like a whore in front of my friends when i’m not around? i can only imagine how you’d act if i wasn’t home and i left the both of you here alone.” he watches you undress, taking all his power to not throw you onto the couch and just fucking rawdog you right then and there.

“we were just playing around, you kn-“ you try. you were cut off by your boyfriend slapping your cheek, as he watches you roll your eyes back in pleasure from him inflicting pain onto you.

“you don’t play around with my friends. you wanna fuck around so bad, leave me then. what would they think? what would people think when they see you spreading your legs for just anybody?” he questions. he’s taking his pants off while you’re on your knees. he grabs your hair, pulling you closer to just see how hard he is from talking down to you, how hard he is from you teasing and pissing him off.

you feel like you’re walking on eggshells right now. he does this— when you bother him, he either chooses to let you cum, or you don’t cum at all. right now, you really need to be careful.

“asked you a question, baby. you act so high and mighty. wonder what they’d think when they see you naked on your knees for me.

“they’d think i’m a whore.” you moan. you open your mouth as he pushes his cock into your mouth. he pushes your head down deeper until you feel him in your throat. he fucks into you deeper while you choke, saliva forming at the base of his cock. he groans as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his hand tightening its grip on your hair, the other hand holding onto your jaw to feel how deep he is in your throat. you hold onto his thighs for support, but he slaps your hands away.

“hands behind your back. i didn’t say you could touch me.” he stops his movements, pulling you upwards to stand up straight.

“was gonna let you cum today, but you just can’t fucking use your brain, can you? dumb slut,” he tsks. you want to apologize, but this would only get you in deeper.

“i’m sorry, daddy, please~” you moan. he walks you up the stairs, holding onto your wrist. you make it into his room, his eyes growing darker by the minute.

“you’re gonna take me, and you’re gonna let everyone know how good i fuck you.” he hovers over you, his hand grabbing your neck while the other strokes your tit. you moan in response, already almost cumming from the feeling of being used.

“okay, baby.” you whimper. you get into his favorite position, your legs on his shoulders as he lines his cock up to your entrance. he slaps his tip on your clit, making you scream in response. “so fucking sensitive, don’t even need to prep you.”

he enters you in one motion just from how wet you are. he holds onto your jeweled ankles, his fingers toying with the anklets he bought you for valentines. he embraces the smell of your legs as you’ve started to put perfume on your pressure points since he’s pointed it out to you. so, everytime he fucks you in this position, he smells your perfume on your ankles and knees.

“you know your safeword. use it if you need to.” he fucks you at a relentless pace, your titties bouncing with his harsh thrusts. he squeezes your thigh as he slaps the sides of your ass.

“my god! fuck fuck fuck baby please, you feel so good.” you moan. your hand moves down to toy with your clit, but hyungsik slaps pins your wrist down.

“yeah, fucking take my dick baby. take that shit. so fucking good.” he moans. his voice is so throaty, you could literally cum just from hearing how hot he just sounded. he’s not letting you touch him, nor is he letting you close your eyes.

“look at me, look at me while i fuck you stupid— fuuckkk” he moans, his eyes roll to the back of his head as he throws his head back in pleasure. your eyes start tearing as you’re frustrated with not being able to use your hands.

“please- please let me cum,” you cry. your legs shake as you squirt onto his cock. you moan and cry out, begging to release the knot in your stomach.

“stop fucking crying. you wanted me to fuck you. you’re so cock drunk, i could give you nothing and you’d still cum. cus you’re a fucking whore. that right?” he grabs your throat, your legs wrapping around his waist. he grips your jaw and forces your mouth open.

“open.” a drop of saliva lands onto your tongue as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. he’s fucking you at his quickest, a record possibly no one could beat.

“fuck! fuck please please let me cum, please” you’re begging like this is life or death. “cum. cream my dick baby. want you all over it.” he groans. he slows his pace as you feel him twitch inside of you.

“cum with me, let it go.” he groans, he stills his motions as you both reach your orgasms. he pulls out of you and stands up to walk over to the bathroom. he soaks a towel with warm water to clean you up.

“let this be a warning for the next time you decide to fuck with my friends.”

[icedmatchatae]

Glimpse of Us | KTH Chapter I: Finding Happiness

Pairing: Problematic Idol Taehyung x Grad Student Reader

Genre: Idol AU, Ex-Childhood Best Friends into—, Angst (Hello, welcome to my angst central), Fluff (mainly in the flashbacks), Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

Summary: BTS’s V has been living a lavished and successful lifestyle, but underneath all of that, Kim Taehyung is far from the perfect image the media and fans made him out to be. All he wants is to relive the feelings of happiness and purpose in his life, but how can he when he left behind those memories years ago? The same memories, he hopes to see a glimpse of.

Warning: Angst (from the start mwahahaha), mentions of alcohol consumption, violence, stalking, faulty media, descriptions of therapy sessions

Word Count: 7.2k

Chapter I: Finding Happiness || Series Masterlist

“BTS is the highly musically acclaimed boy band from South Korea, sweeping the charts across the globe with their wide diversity genres of music. Their lyrics consisted of personal and social commentary that moves those who listen, especially with their fanbase, ARMY. Each member of BTS have their own individual style to their work, yet still continue to play an important role to the group’s success.”

“BTS’s V shook the world, being recognized for his alluring baritone voice and exquisite “duality” and emotions on stage, as well as being coined “The Idol’s Idol” within the Kpop industry. His facial expressions, his motions, his voice, it shows it all.”

“V ranked first on the charts of being the number one most searched keyword for the past five years in South Korea.”

“V was always the first to attract those who don’t know BTS by his unique visuals, strong aura, and his intimidating gaze.”

“V is also part of Wooga Squad, a highly achieving group of men consisted of actors Park Seojoon, Choi Wooshik, Park Hyungsik, and artist Peakboy (Kwon Sunghwan). Their friendship is widely known on their platforms while supporting one another.”

“V caught the attention of many famous fashion brands, as everything he wears turns into gold, including Celine, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, and Prada.”

“V was ranked number one as the world’s most handsome and beautiful man in the world.”

“Among the members, V has the most followers on Instagram as well as the fastest growing account on the platform.”

“V is well-loved by ARMY and is supported of his endeavors. They hope to see a solo album in the near future.”

“BTS’s V gets followed by sasaeng at the park.”

“BTS’s V attacked by an influx crowd at the airport. Videos of him holding onto j-hope.”

“Kim Taehyung was seen hanging out with Park Seojoon and mystery girl?? Potential new lover?”

“Kim Taehyung (V of BTS) caught smoking before award show! Is he becoming an addict?”

“BTS V gets embroiled in attitude controversy for not greeting fans and journalists.”

“V of BTS: dating rumors with Tzuyu of Twice? JYP denies but HYBE ignores.”

“Taehyung was secretly recorded at night on the streets, drinking more than he can handle.”

“Kim Taehyung fighting in a club?? Reports of getting drunk and the idol throwing punches.”

“Are BTS’s V and Lisa from Blackpink dating??”

The cycle repeated itself as the ever-growing success of BTS continues, with Kim Taehyung being one of the members. Success, scandal, success, scandal. At this point, it was practically the same thing. Though with the achievements, popularity, and passionate fanbase, it, unfortunately, came with a price, specifically with Taehyung.

His life turned into something he didn’t expect, whether good or bad, but it could be safe to say it has been leaning towards bad. During his years as an idol, as V, his life was heavily scrutinized by the media and the fans. Through the hate comments online, unwanted paparazzi photos, and delusional headlines on topics that he didn’t even know about, it was never-ending that sadly took a toll on him.

Taehyung faced straight forward, not wanting to make eye contact with the man across from him, leaning slightly to the left. Blankness overcame his expression with the deep-set dark circles and hollowness of his cheeks. His lips peeled and swollen from the many occurrences of biting the skin off. His hair was messily styled into his “fluffy Tae bear” image as what ARMY loved to say, but he couldn’t care less about his appearance.

The ticking sound of the clock echoed within the tiny room as Taehyung hoped time only went faster. Despite the tight space, the environment was relatively comfortable. The warm fluorescent lights hanging above the two, a brown velvet couch occupied by yours truly, and a rust-toned loveseat also occupied by the professional. The walnut surface of the desk stacked with files and books by a wall and extended shelves on the opposite was in his peripheral vision.

Taehyung could sense the attentive stare the man was giving him, which had no effect on the idol. It wasn’t harsh gazing, almost curious and kind, but Taehyung wasn’t really ready to give his all. He was trying his best but didn’t know what to do. The idol almost felt bad for him, having been assigned to the professional for nearly a year with little to no progress. But the man had some steel grit and was determined for Taehyung to speak about something.

A particular question made Taehyung fidget in his seat and bounce his leg. It wasn’t too personal because everyone knew, but it still gave him chills thinking about it.

Recently, at BTS’s Festa Dinner Party, the boys announced a temporary pause on group activities except for their variety show, Run BTS, to focus on their solo projects and other activities they wished to pursue without the constant clash in the group’s schedule. Each member was currently doing their own thing, whether promotions or taking a short break. In Taehyung’s instance, the company and his fellow members thought it was a fantastic idea for Taehyung to continue focusing on himself.

Through the years and over time, Taehyung has been dealing with the pressure of the idol life and fearing that his privacy would be taken away at any minute. The heavy load caused a strain on him, a concoction of emotions, as well as changes in behavior. He got sad, he got angry, and he drank. He rarely remembered anything the morning after. He got nervous, he got stressed, and he smoked, which led to online hysteria. He got into fights with strangers, friends, and his members. Countless articles on him from a fight dated back months ago. Despite rarely interacting, he got caught up in scandals with various female idols that were obviously not true. The recent one was another Blackpink member. It has been his fourth one in the past year.

Somehow it was Taehyung getting the bitter end of the fruit, having to deal with it alone. He never comprehended how his name got caught in the tongues of the people when there were hundreds of thousands of celebrities they could choose from. Though not wanting to wish it on others, new up-and-coming idol groups were entering this industry. Idols who were quite naive don’t even know half the bullshit he and BTS faced.

Of course, there was ARMY support. But they interrupted the news differently, assuming that he’s trying to be a normal human and that he does indeed make mistakes. Others commented on Taehyung’s behavior as highly inappropriate as younger fans looked up to him. All responses are partially correct but also, in a way, incorrect in Taehyung’s eyes.

The boys’ support was incredibly different, and they understood him until a couple of years back. Now there has been a faint tension between Taehyung and some of the members after a disagreement right before the group’s announcement. Nevertheless, they were there for him, especially now.

But it was a little too much for his liking.

He has been in and out of therapy, having one session every month due to the rigorous scheduling of the group. But now, since that was on hold, it gave Taehyung the perfect time to engage with himself as frequently as possible.

Taehyung eventually gave up and told his therapist what had happened the past two weeks. The professional knew who he was and what happened with the group—having gone through a well-detailed contract of privacy—but it was appropriate for Taehyung to mention it on his own because sitting before the therapist wasn’t V of BTS but simply Kim Taehyung.

“How do you feel about all of that?” Dr. Im continued thoroughly, jotting down notes in his notebook.

Taehyung scrunched his nose, thinking what to say, “Bittersweet, I guess? You know we’ve been doing this for so long. It’s kinda like we don’t know how to act or do without the group.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, everything I’ve done for almost a decade has been in the group, for the group, with the group.” Taehyung shrugged, playing with his fingers. “Now we have this time to ourselves…almost lost I guess.”

“Can you elaborate on when you speak about “lost”?”

Being in a mood, Taehyung felt a little talkative this session. That’s what usually happened. One session, he’s a blabbermouth, the next, silent as a ghost. There was a reason why his progress was so inconsistent. “The group strived for a goal together, we worked hard and had success which made us happy, but…I don’t know. Me, I guess? I’m feeling lost where now it’s just me, and my goals, my happiness?”

“What would be your goals?”

“I don’t know. I just have my schedule.” Taehyung muttered, slowly getting disinterested in the topic. He hated that he didn’t know anything in his life. “Maybe write and do my solo album, but nothing is ever good for me. That’s why I’m probably the last member to do that.”

“I see, all that’s understandable. I can’t imagine your line of work, but I can sense that the craft takes time.” Dr. Im reassured his client with a warm smile. “You worked hard to get where you’re at. Hard work comes success and of course, at times, success can lead to happiness. Yet at the same time, there will always be struggles.” Taehyung barely responded, only with a nod of acknowledgment.

Lightly segwaying into another topic, Dr. Im wondered out loud, “You’ve mentioned your happiness. Could you describe a bit more to me?”

“There’s really nothing.” The idol bluntly replied. “I don’t feel happy. Like with the group, yeah I guess so, but just me? No.”

“So with the group, what is your happiness?”

“Maybe like, our bond?” Taehyung stated frankly. “We sacrificed things for the band and we only ever had each other. We had good times, good laughs, cries and fights. We, of course, had our fans who’ve done so much. Together, we were always so strong and understood one another, until recently…”

“What do you mean?” His therapist inquired, but Taehyung stayed silent and stoic. Though the professional attempted his best to let Taehyung open gradually, there was still a concrete wall up. That also led Taehyung into spacing out and ignoring anything Dr. Im said. But that didn’t mean he didn’t understand his non-verbal communications. He knew that Taehyung would eventually talk about it, but as of right now, it was too much for him.

So Dr. Im simply hummed and nodded before saying, “It’s okay to not say anything about that. Whenever you’re ready.”

Taehyung peered at the profession, mentally applauding how well he was with him. If Taehyung was in his shoes, he’d slap himself.

“However, I hope you don’t mind talking more so about your happiness.” When Taehyung didn’t protest and shrugged, it was a good sign to continue. “So the happiness by yourself? How is that?”

“Again, I’m not happy, or I don’t feel it at all. I never thought about it until now actually.” The idol reiterated.

“How long have you felt that way?”

Taehyung blew his cheeks out as his breath came out of his drying lips. “Probably years...maybe even the whole time since debut.”

“That’s a long time to not feel happy. How is happiness, is it important to you?” Dr. Im pointed out.

“I guess, yeah…I mean look at where I am. Fucking emotions always changing and ruining my life.”

“Emotions are never changing, you know.” His therapist explained. “But how you use it can. How were you able to cope?”

“Well, we were more restricted in the beginning since we were rookies and I used to hide it well with all the bullshit I did.” The idol responded thoroughly. “I guess over time, it got worse and I couldn’t take it anymore hence all the scandals. So yeah, I’m not happy. Life is just there. I’m just here.”

“So, when was the last time you felt happy?” His therapist questioned, sparking a new discussion up.

“Uhhh, I’m guessing before debut, the group, fans? If it’s been years.”

“So imagine the last time you felt it, and I want you to describe to me what your happiness is. What are the thoughts that came up, the emotions?” Dr. Im sought it out in hopes that it could unlock a new memory about his past.

“That sounds pretty loaded…” Taehyung tilted his head as he stared at the window.

Soft tangerine brightness leaked through the reflection. The sun settled down as he was the last client of the day, mainly due to his schedule. It was also perfect so that other clients wouldn’t be sitting and waiting and suddenly looking up to find the V of BTS coming out of his therapy session. He knew for sure that it would spread like wildfire. He wasn’t ashamed, but it was somewhat taboo, and people could warp the story to make it worse.

“Let me reword it.” Dr. Im suggested. “Before the group, before the fans, before you were V, you were simply Kim Taehyung so what was your happiness as Kim Taehyung?”

“Wow, you’re bringing me way back.” Taehyung chuckled lightly, glancing at the man nodding and waiting patiently.

The idol pondered on the question. What was his happiness as just Taehyung? Taehyung mentioned his happiness in previous sessions, but this was the first time it was discussed. Only because it has been a while since Taehyung looked at his past before BTS and as an idol. BTS and being an idol was his life. He didn’t realize that the last time he was happy went way back. It was likely when he lived in Geochang, his childhood days before leaving and going to Seoul to train. It seemed so long ago, being in his mid to late twenties, that it was all blur.

There was his family and school friends, school days, specifically recess and lunch, the farm, the countryside, and the distinct street food you could only get there. God, it felt like a fable. His life went from low-income farmer boy to this international pop star, the whole rags to riches spiel. But these memories didn’t feel real, almost make-believe, maybe even nonexistent. His mind couldn’t replay those memories right now, feeling too shy to reveal it all to his trusting therapist that all the people and their faces were erased.

Well, not all faces.

He remembered one face as clear as day, but he knew that face would forever be a lost longing memory.

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It was like everyone Taehyung knew had the sixth sense of knowing when he finished his session because calls and messages bombarded his phone. The tones bounced off his eardrums, grimacing at who was raiding the device.

Sure, his group chats with the members and his friends separately. The name of his sweet, sweet girlfriend popped on the screen with texts asking “how are you” or “let me know when you get home so I could cook dinner <3.” Anyone in the world would think these gestures were supportive and caring as a girlfriend should to their partner, but now, Taehyung did not want to deal with her and eventually ignored it, putting his phone on vibrate. He thanked his therapist before leaving the office and heading down to the elevators. 

As he entered the platform, his phone vibrated continuously. He groaned and rolled his eyes, thinking it was her again. But lo and behold, it was his best friend, Park Jimin. Though hesitant, Taehyung accepted the call and answered.

“Hello,” The idol greeted monotonously.

“Why, hello, my lovely giggling bear!” Jimin’s voice sounded too ecstatic for his best friend’s liking, but he didn’t comment on it as it was usually like him. “And how was your time in therapy?”

“You know you don’t have to call after every session I attend.” Taehyung commented when he stepped out of the elevator and then the building. “You’re only gonna get the same answer—less shitty than before.” He spotted one of his company cars waiting in the parking lot and walked towards it.

“I’m just worried about you. You should know that.” Jimin huffed, and Taehyung could almost see the pout evident on his best friend’s face. “Better me than Yoongi Hyung or Namjoon Hyung.”

The mentioning of their names puts a frown on him. He knew that though supportive of his path to improvement and soul searching, the way they spoke to him felt somewhat demeaning and scolding him for every little thing. Do this, not that. You should have stopped yourself before the mess gets bigger. Why are you doing that when you clearly know you shouldn’t do that? I think this is best for you. Blah, blah, blah.

Though he didn’t mention it with Dr. Im, right before everyone split to do their own thing, Taehyung fought with his hyungs, leading to Taehyung walking out of the company building frustrated and getting wasted until the following morning and not talking to them for almost two weeks. Things were said, insults were exchanged; it didn’t matter if they were right or wrong. Taehyung didn’t want to hear what’s been repeated countless times.

“I also miss you. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”Jimin announced, hoping to lighten the mood. “When I call, I wanna know how’s life for you.”

“I appreciate the gesture, but Jimin, I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” Taehyung replied as he rubbed his tired eyes.

“I know you’re not fine, Tae. That’s why I’m worried.”

The idol sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to calm himself. “Anyways, how’s your family? How’s Busan?” He wanted to switch the discussion over to Jimin, hoping he would get the notion that Taehyung didn’t want to talk about that.

Jimin paused and respired, understanding what he was doing, so he gave in and updated his best friend on his life. While Jimin was talking and he traveled through the city to go home, Taehyung’s mind wandered off, thinking back about his session. What popped into his mind was not spoken, but he explained that those memories were gone as those in it were gone, his environment changed, and the hold on his attachment was slowly loosening.

But then, his therapist said something that got him thinking.

“It’s a pain to not be able to have those things right now, especially when you know they made you happy. But having those memories are key to unlocking more ways of potential bringing yourself closer to your own happiness. Putting words into action.” Dr. Im responded, writing down more scribbles in his book yet staring at Taehyung. “You’ll know the types of people you want, you know where you should be, and understand how much you want it.”

Taehyung understood his therapist, giving him some hope but not as much as the professional intended. “You mentioned people, the types of people I wanted.” Dr. Im hummed. “What if it’s not the type of people, but just…the people?”

“What do you mean, Taehyung?”

Taehyung scratched the back of his head, gradually feeling his nerves tingling. He tried laughing it off as the man before he stared attentively. “It wasn’t the types of people I was with, but the people I was with. Actually, a person, specifically.”

“Are you willing to talk about this person?”

His therapist had no clue what or who he was talking about, but it brought out many mixed thoughts and emotions. The reference to it sent an aching twist in Taehyung’s heart. He didn’t like the feeling. It only reminded him that it was over and nothing had been the best since.

“Not, right now. No.”

-

Taehyung went into his house, located at the edge of the city, to avoid any disturbances yet be within the vicinity of his work. After a sasaeng threat, he moved out of his luxurious condo in the heart of Seoul and found a comfortable and lovely two-story house in a quiet yet secured neighborhood. It helped with his living situation, but not necessarily his life.

As he closed the front door, he heard feet padding down the hallway and a soft voice speaking whimsically, “You’re home!” Skinny limbs wrapped around his torso, making him tense up, but he ultimately eased himself to the touch.

He pushed out a grin and wrapped an arm around her, kissing the crown of her head. “Hi, babe.” She raised her head with her sparkling almond eyes, smiling only for and at the sight of her boyfriend returning home. He stared back and nodded, biting the inside of his mouth.

There she was—in her raw and glorified self—Na Clara, his girlfriend of five years. Clara came from an affluent family, the Na Group conglomerate, which became a stakeholder for Big Hit back in 2016. That was where the two met—at a stakeholder’s event as Clara was there for her family and Taehyung was there as part of the band to show respect and gratuity for the support the Na family has given. That very night was where everyone said, “Tae and Clara hit it off so well.” 

As the rise of Big Hit increased, the CEO at that time, Bang Sihyuk, and Na Seong-jin, Clara’s father, made a mutual agreement to part ways but still own part of the stocks. But the departure didn’t stop the blossoming relationship between the two. After countless flirting and dates, the two made it officially the following year and have been together ever since. They got Yeontan together and moved in with one another, so Clara left her family home to stay with her boyfriend.

Of course, due to Taehyung’s idol status, they agreed to keep their relationship a secret. Clara was indeed a socialite but also had an image to maintain for the sake of her family. Still, it wasn’t as harsh to keep up as Taehyung’s. The company insisted on annual NDA renewal contracts to ensure the idol’s safety. There were no disagreements as Clara happily signed the papers because, in her words, “As long as I have my Tae, then I’m happy.”

Clara was kind and caring, even to the members and others around her, and it was easy to gain the support of their relationship. She was also a philanthropist and animal lover, donating to charities and helping rescue endangered species. She was a real golden goddess, the visual of South Korea. Her shining long, ebony locks, pale glassy skin, glittering eyes, a body many women referenced for surgery, and a heart that melted and attracted many citizens. Men wanted her. Women wanted to be her. But she didn’t care about any of that.

Because Kim Taehyung had her heart and only looked his way.

Those who did know deemed their relationship as perfect in every way. Perfect connection, perfect communication, perfect attraction, perfect visuals, perfect, perfect, perfect.

But it was anything but.

“How was therapy?” She asked as she lets go of him to run back towards the kitchen. Taehyung took his shoes off before dragging his feet to follow his girlfriend. He rolled his eyes at the same old question everyone’s been asking him, and Clara wasn’t any different.

“Less shitty than before.” He mumbled loud enough for her to hear. Then softer taps to the floor amplified before a sharp squeaking bark of fluff came towards Taehyung. He crouched down to carry his pet before standing back on his feet.

“You know you should try to be a bit more enthusiastic about this.” She said as she stirred some kind of soup. Taehyung glanced over at the pot and scowled when he caught a waft of it.

“But I’m not.” He shrugged, caressing Yeontan in his arms.

“Tae, do you even try?” With an annoyed face, she looked up to her unbothered boyfriend.

“Yes, I try. But I don’t know. There’s some shit I’m not ready to talk about.”

“Therapy is supposed to help you open up.” She started out the obvious, which made Taehyung roll his eyes. “If not with your therapist, then with me or the boys.”

“You guys won’t understand if I told you.” He scoffed after settling his dog down. Clara tried to grab him next, but the Pomeranian ran away to his kettle. “You would think I’m psychopath with all my fucked up thoughts and behaviors.”

“Tae, stop calling yourself that! I don’t like it when you say those things.” She scolded as she turned off the stove.

“What, I thought you loved my weird expressions.” He cocked an eyebrow as he sat on the counter table stool. An outsider would look at them and assume that he was only teasing, but in actuality, he was pushing her temper.

“Not when you say shit like that!” Clara shook her head before sighing. “You’re not psychopath, I never thought of you like that.”

“Bet you thought a lot of things of me.” 

Ignoring his insufferable commentary, she said sincerely, “This is to help you understand yourself better, and understand we’re here to support you. You know…”

He didn’t even bother listening to her as his messages went off. His group chat, Wooga Squad, had all his hyungs, and they discussed late-night eating plans. Taehyung checked the time, and it was already close to eight on a Tuesday night. Nightlife wasn’t as busy compared to the weekends, so it was possible that Taehyung could hang out with them too.

“Tae! Are you even listening to me?” Clara shouted, snapping her fingers in front of his face and then shaking his shoulder.

The idol blinked rapidly, almost tunneling his vision with the phone conversation. It was a tendency he did as well as spacing out. “What?”

“Ugh, I hate when you do that.” The socialite sneered. “I was just talking to you too.”

“Can you chill? What you were saying wasn’t even that important. Jimin even said the same damn thing.” Taehyung snapped as he typed his reservation for the Wooga outing.

“Who are you texting?” Clara’s eyes attempted to leer at his phone, but she was a little too far, and it was angled in a way she couldn’t see anything.

Taehyung rolled his eyes heavily at her implicit interrogation. “It’s Seojoon Hyung. They wanted to have dinner outside in like an hour.”

“Tae, I’m already done making our dinner.” She pouted as she pushed the pot in his direction. “I made kimchi jjigae.”

“Oh, that’s what it is.” Taehyung gasped sarcastically. “Yeah, I still don’t want it.”

“Hey, I’m trying to cook more, okay?” Clara frowned. With her socialite status, Clara was attended to and pampered by maids and butlers from the day she was born. Ever since she moved in with Taehyung three years ago, she had to learn how to cook and clean without any help. Taehyung had to help her at some points, and he wasn’t the best either. Actual cooking wasn’t done until a couple of months ago as the food was always take-out. But when the idol mentioned how much he missed home-cooked meals in this therapy, Clara tried her best to learn some dishes.

“You are.” He agreed as he stood up, heading towards the door. “But I’m going.”

“Don’t you want to spend time with me?” The socialite followed Taehyung like Yeontan would. She watched him put on his shoes. “I’ve missed you the whole day.”

Taehyung exhaled before standing up straight, “I guess I can spend time with you tomorrow. I have somewhat of a free day. We’ll have breakfast together.” He kissed her head and patted her hair. He held her face in his hands. “But we’ll order in.”

Her pout shifted into a suppressing smile as she pulled his hands off her. She tugged his arms to encircle her waist, then wrapped her arms around his nape. “We better.” She tiptoed to peck his lips, transmitting shivers down his spine with mixed feelings. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

It was at the ringing of his phone that rescued him off of his girlfriend to take the call. He quickly bid farewell to Clara, who waved hopelessly before he closed the door behind him.

He answered, “Hyung! What’s up?”

“Tae, are you home?” Seojoon exclaimed through the speakers.

“I was, but I’m leaving now.”

“Stay there, Wooshik and I will be there in ten minutes. We’re dropping off Joohyuk home, said he’s got a family birthday to attend.”

There has been a somewhat unofficial addition to the group—Nam Joohyuk. Some may have seen him from Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo, Start-Up, or Twenty-Five Twenty-One. He has been slowly breaking the acting industry and stealing the hearts of fans worldwide, in addition to his modeling career. The group met him through Seojoon and eventually made his way into Wooga, coming to outings and trips.

However, Taehyung was weary of him. Sure, Joohyuk was pleasant and respectful towards the others and met the group’s criteria of being “too handsome,” but it was a bit off. Still, his hyungs loved spending time with him, and it can be assumed that Taehyung could be civil.

But he also kept his distance from him.

A sour face morphed onto the idol’s face, but his voice was poisonously friendly when he responded, “Aw, Hyung isn’t coming?”

“He said he’ll come next time, but not this time.”

“Yeah, unfortunate…” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “But yeah, I’ll wait for you.”

-

Walking through empty streets would seem eerie and dangerous, but it was basically heaven in Taehyung’s eyes. Wooshik suggested a place his cousin told him about, but he never looked it up until the group went. When Seojoon parked the car behind a nearby lot and got out, they realized it was completely barren.

They found out they were in a rundown part of Seoul where it was sketchy as fuck. Streetlights flickered, stray animals running, and a few individuals here and there, but they weren’t as approachable. They concluded that they were either a sex worker, a drug dealer, or someone interested in obtaining either or both. That was the one of the only reasons for anyone to be there, but it wasn’t the group’s reason.

“Wooshik, what the fuck is this place?” Seojoon scowled as they walked down the pavement. Eyes were on them, but it wasn’t the typical staring of celebrities. It was more so the eyes trying to hunt prey or wondering why the individual who clearly doesn’t fit in would come to an atypical location.

“Hyung, calm down.” Wooshik checked the maps to ensure they were going in the right direction. “It’s only the path. After that, there’ll be more activity and running places.”

“I just hope it’s not the same place as these watchers stay in.” The eldest of the bunch hoped. Let’s just say many of the sex workers had googly eyes with him the most. Worship was too busy navigating, and Taehyung felt somewhat relieved.

The idol didn’t need to hide his face or get recorded in this part of the city. Though it was a bit high-risk, there was a perk for him. Of course, he was still in constant fear of getting caught but mentally reassured himself. 

All he wanted to do was get away from all these problems, but it seemed to keep following him no matter where he went. He fucked up all that time ago, leading him to where he was: sad, enraged, and nervous. He really had no hope in things and went on dragging with what little life he had in him.

To Seojoon’s relief, they reached a pretty lit area. There were convenience stores, bars, low-rated clubs, and a small community. Most people walking and passing by were elderly, but it was safe enough.

“Jesus, this restaurant better be worth it after passing by mini Hell.” Seojoon breathed out with ease.

“You’re literally the tallest, strongest, and eldest among us.” Wooshik bluntly scoffed. “Be tough like a leopard.”

“So what? You know what can kill leopards? Lions! And you know what can kill Lions? Hyenas!” Seojoon countered at his younger. “We were surrounded by hyenas, Wooshik.”

Taehyung was grateful for his friends. Yes, he loved his members to death, but something about his friend group gave him solace, especially in these rough times. They helped him out, taking him out of the fights, limiting his alcohol and smoking, and keeping various eyes on their surroundings. This time was one of them, despite the high severity of it.

“We’re here!” Wooshik disregarded his rant, presenting the restaurant. It was small and rundown, having an entrance made by a bright blue tarp. Trash cans were filled to the brim with waste and other junk inside. Taehyung could have sworn a rat passed by. There were graffiti markings on the side, but it was still the cleanest everywhere.

Out of nowhere, two clearly-drunk large-set men stumbled out of the cloth holding onto one another. They exchanged rambling and laughing so loudly to make the bunch flinch. But out came a gentle-looking old grandmother, ensuring they were leaving safely.

“You two get home safe, okay? I called a cab for you. They’re coming soon.” The lady smiled and patted their back.

“Ohhhh, Halmeoni! Thank you so much!” One of them managed to say. “Always taking care!”

“Of course, for my loyal customers!” She laughed joyfully as she was about to go back inside, but the three extremely handsome men in front of her caught her very eyes. “Oh, welcome! Welcome to DanDan! Please come in!” She lifted the tarp open for them to enter first.

Though they were hesitant, they warmed up to her kind aura, thus going inside the restaurant. Their eyes scanned the place. It was utterly different from the outside. It held a cozier and comforting atmosphere, more intimate as compared to traditional restaurants in Seoul. It had a “family-owned” vibe, despite the customers being middle-aged men or elderly couples enjoying a night out. A male server came out from the back and handed plates, followed by busing the tables and wiping them down. Potted plants surrounded the corner, a TV in the middle, and the succulent aroma of food touched their noses.

“I’ve never seen handsome gentlemen before!” She cheered. Judging by her sentence, she knew nothing about who they were, which was a good sign.

“Oh, Halmeoni! I had a cousin come here and said your yukgaejang was out of this world!” Wooshik complimented, to which the old lady clapped in glee.

“Ahh, he’s too kind. Come, come, sit wherever you want.” She motioned towards the vacant seats. As they settled down, she handed them menus before walking away. They engaged in the list of foods to even realize she was gone.

She headed towards the back kitchen, squealing like a school girl, where she found her husband cooking and one of the only two servers fixing the plates. She eyed the particular worker before she called out their name.

“___!” Your boss whispered loudly in hopes the men didn’t hear from outside.

“Yes, Halmeoni?” You smiled, looking up from the orders that were ready to go.

“Sweetie, there’s a couple of guys out there.” She grinned, hinting at you to serve them.

You squinted your eyes at her and scrunched your nose at the thought, “Please, no more. I know you mean well, but I don’t want to talk to some creep. The last man turned out to be a scum.”

“And my apologies for that. But, this time is serious!” Your boss voiced out. “They’re super handsome, like a mother’s dream son-in-law!”

“Are you talking about me?” Your fellow coworker, Kenji, who was three years younger than you and the actual grandson of your bosses, stepped into the backroom and the conversation without permission.

“She said mother’s dream son-in-law, not Quasimodo’s twin.” You retorted, to which he stuck his tongue out to you.

“Nice one, ___!” Harabeoji laughed at his grandson.

“Kenny, please tell ___ about the handsome men out there.” Though it was bothersome at times that Halmeoni was being persistent, you enjoyed it. It reminded you of how your grandmother was to you.

“Oh, yeah. They’re super hot.” Your coworker joined in on the persuasion. “But you’re probably not their type, maybe even bottom tier that it’s last resort kind of thing.” Meanwhile, Kenji was the irritated brother you never wanted.

“First of all, that was rude, and it’s the reason why you’re still single, and second, whether they’re handsome or hot or not, I’m not looking.” You reasoned, putting up a feigned smile. 

“So what, you’re gonna die alone?” Kenji snorted, to which he received glaring eyes from you and his grandmother. He quickly shut his mouth and muttered an apology.

“It’s complicated, okay? I’m just trying to work and earn money.” You said before lifting your tray.

“Just have a look, kinda like window shop.” Halmeoni insinuated before concluding her suggestion. You sighed, giving in to making her happy, so you nodded before leaving the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the bunch wanted to order a whole receipt of the appetizing dishes, completely in awe of the prices and how good they sounded. The range of soups, meats, sides, and drinks was all too alluring.

“Looking at all of this made me hungry. I’m ready to order.” Wooshik bounced in his chair before putting the menu down. “Tae, you good enough to eat a lot?”

“Yeah, yeah.” The youngest one simply said. Though he looked at the dishes, his mind was preoccupied with everything. He thought the food would cheer him up, but it still didn’t meet his expectations.

“Don’t think about it right now. Just have some dinner with your lovely hyungs, and if you want to drink, we’ll buy some.” Seojoon proposed as he smiled reassuringly at the idol. “Also, dinner is on Wooshik.”

Worship was about to protest, but the eldest used his power card to make him shut up. “Yeah, it’s on me.”

During their conversation, you came out with the heavy trey and yelled, “Coming through!” You carefully paced towards another table and laid the food before dispersing it to the customers. All without knowing, you passed by him. 

“I’m going to the bathroom!” Taehyung announced as he stood up. The youngest had his back facing the kitchen and passageway. “Do you know where it is?”

“I think it’s just right down the hallway over there.” Seojoon pointed, making Taehyung turn his head in the direction and find the signs leading to the bathroom. All without knowing he passed by you.

“Cute waitress.” Wooshik nudged Seojoon as he caught sight of you.

Seojoon peered towards you, smiling at the elderly couple you were serving, “Looks young though, but agreed, she’s cute.” It was easier for them to spot you as they had a view of the back.

“Let’s get her attention.” Wooshik prompted before raising his hand and hollered, “Excuse me, Miss! We’d like to order.” Once you gave that table’s food, your eyes sought for your following table to attend to until you saw a hand held up. Your eyes widened at your discovery.

Not only were they attractive, but you knew who they were. Park Seojoon and Choi Wooshik were big-time actors in the country and potentially the world. Also, as an avid drama junkie who watched every drama and movie they were in, you could say you were a fan.

But obviously, you hid the fan in you away. As of now, they were somehow customers of the family-owned restaurant in a dangerous part of the city. You were good at hiding your emotions, which was fairly easy when you walked toward them with your customer service smile and gentle approach.

“Hi, welcome to DanDan. I’m ___. I’ll be serving you today.” You greeted to their liking, and you knew this because they smiled so beautifully back. “What can I get for you?” As they ordered, you wrote it down in detail as some orders were modified. They wanted dishes that weren’t spicy, no added coconut shavings, and no lemon on one. It was very particular, but you went with it. You’ve experienced picky eaters in the past, as a waitress and in life in general. 

You repeated their order, just in case you misheard, but they agreed to all. “Oh, before I forget, any drinks besides two cups of water?”

“Can we get three bottles of soju, and one coke.” Wooshik asked politely. “Oh, also three cups of water. Our other friend is in the bathroom right now.”

Hmm, another friend, they say. You wondered who it may be, Hyungsik? You knew some actors were friends with them, so it could be. You didn’t want to get your hopes high, but you couldn’t help but think if the other guy exceeded your expectations. 

You nodded mindlessly, “Okay, got your orders. I will be back with your drinks.” You turned your back as you walked towards the kitchen but stopped when Kenji came out with no task.

“Oh my God, Ken. Those men!” You whispered at your coworker so no one would hear. “Do you know who they are?”

“No? Am I supposed to know?” He denied it, taking a glimpse of the men talking to one another.

“That’s Park Seojoon and Choi Wooshik!” You beamed.

“Oh my God,” Kenji gasped. “I still don’t give a fuck.” Your mouth dropped as you scorned him.

Taehyung finally left the bathroom, walking down the hallway. While he did his business, he also thought about his happiness. The topic seemed to be under the spotlight in his brain, wanting to be recognized. He wanted happiness, like, who doesn’t? He loved when he was happy. Everything felt safe, comforting, and relaxing in his life. But it felt physically and mentally impossible for him now when those memories of when he was happy had a person in them, a specific person. Someone who truly made him feel alive and shined hope into his life.

But alas, she was no more after events that were too shameful for his liking.

All these thoughts weren’t getting him anywhere. Maybe he should give up on therapy. It was all Clara’s idea, and he just went with it to stop her pestering. It had its pros and cons, but he doesn’t know where he stood with it but him going was something? Like what was said, there was now no hope, and life dragged him. Walls seemed to cave in on him, testing how far he could go.

Then he paused at the end of the passageway with dilated pupils.

He felt his body freeze up, unable to take control of his limbs. His breath stopped for a second to gaze. His growling stomach rumbled with his anxiousness. He had to blink twice to see if it wasn’t his imagination. 

It couldn’t be; this was impossible; there was no way. The disbelief was vivid on his face but slowly made his jaw drop in shock as he processed the reality of it all. The door of lost longing memories opened with a flood as it crashed into his mind. Years of joy washed before his very eyes, years of hope sparked his nerves, years of happiness flashed on his face, and the years of the childhood friend he once had were right in front of him back after almost a decade apart.

“___?”

Tagged: @manuosorioh @kaal-ee

[jjkxla]

Matcha lattes, unfinished letters, velvet cuffs... (18+) 

⇻ pairing: Taehyung x FemaleReader. SugarDaddy!Tae. Dom!Tae.

⇻ synopsis: Taehyung and Vogue work abroad for his next photoshoot, but he uses this longtime break he is also in to bring his well known friends on this trip overseas into the French landscapes. The reader, happily taking this chance to spend more time with him, enjoys a well deserved vacations by being tied on Taehyung's bed.

⇻ tags: minors dni. smut, fwb, SugarDaddy!Taehyung, dom!tae, light bondage, weekend getaway, cunnilungus, multiple orgasms (female receiving), vaginal fisting, light BDSM tones, crack!fic tbh there's a few jokes.

⇻ words: 4.3k.

⇻ links: ao3.

⇻ a/n: lmfao hello again. I'm back posting fics, not sure if I'll ever manage to post all my other old fics here on Tumblr but they are all up on ao3 if you guys were ever interested. Anyways, here is my next fic, it's not that long so hopefully you guys enjoy! I enjoy comments and reblogs a lot, my ask box is open :)

Sunlight filtered through the trees above your head, casting shadows around him like the sun took out a brush and carefully flicked its wrists on the fallen leaves around you both. You hated it. How he didn't need to lift a finger and the whole universe would simply arrange itself to flatter him so.. He was a natural type of beauty, an ethereal one at least. Everything seemed to be for the purpose of exalting his beauty; the honey colour of his skin, the dark curls of his permed and dyed again hair, sitting on top of a bench and showing off the toned physicality of his back.

And if thy right eye offends thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for. thee that one of thy members should perish, and. not that thy whole body should be cast into hell. Matthew 5:29.

The devil could take you down to hell himself and hellfire would not be enough to burn out the desire that clawed at your throat. But this was not the time, or the place for any of that. You could keep thirsting for Taehyung somewhere else, where he didn’t catch you with drool dripping down your chin or with a serious case of “fuck me” eyes whilst there were people around. 

After all, you were just friends, friends that occasionally fucked in unconventional positions (and spots). His buddies were busy photographing him in all his glory for the millions of followers he had on instagram, each one getting off and lusting over him as much as you did. 

Although, unlike those faceless followers, he actually knew you. And you’d know each other whilst he was still training to be the superstar he has become today.

“Has anyone ever told you how easy you are to read?”, you got caught off guard by Wooshik. Grinning cheekily, he raised his iced americano and sipped some from his straw.

“Has anyone ever told you how you can be a dick?”

“Struck a nerve there, huh? Don’t worry you aren’t the only one, I think at least Jennie and Hyungsik seriously reevaluated on staying behind on this overseas trip.”

“Whatever,” you scoffed, “unlike them he actually scheduled it so that we were both free from work  to hang out and travel,”

Wooshik laughed, interrupting you, “that’s cause you’re practically his sugar baby.”

“Shut it, I paid for a few things.”

“Like what.”

“Like the clothes I brought here, jackass, mind your own business.”

“Agent Provocateur doesn't count!”

“Jesus, how much does he tell you?”

“Everything.”

“What are you guys arguing over now?” Taehyung walked back up the path, still shirtless but with a brown cardigan offering a slutty view of his chest. You tried not to stare but failed.

“How bad you’re spoiling our shortie here.”

“I’m not spoiled!”

Tae laughed, leaning closer to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He leaned close, his breath ghosting over yours as he cocked and eyebrow up and smirked. “Does my favourite girl need more attention? Should we share the airbnb room tonight?”

Damn him. Your whole face flushed beet red, eyes shooting wide as you tried not to stutter or stumble on your words. “I-I, You- You should s- I don’t–”

“Save it for tonight Romeo, we still have two more hours on the road before we get to the cabin.”

Taehyung smirked, leaning down and kissing your nose quickly before heading back to the car, his security detail still standing a few feet away. “I’m driving,” he announced, “Y/N, take shotgun so you can spot the cows we see on the road.”

Your eyes lit up, pushing past Wooshik and heading straight towards the grey Hyundai, sitting on the front seat and excitedly clicking the seatbelt on. You could hear Taehyung laughing, his loud square smile ever present as he patted Wooshik's back and told his other friends how you’d go ahead from everyone else. 

“Marselle is quite pretty this time of the year,” Taehyung started as he moved the side mirrors, starting the engine before driving off.

You reached out for the aux cord, connecting it with your phone and sorting through one of the shared playlists you had with Tae. “It’s not as cold as I thought it would be, actually, oh, do you think we can get some matcha around here?”

“Maybe, there’s quite a few cafés but I don’t think I can order one with my shitty French,” he laughed, punching the airbnb address onto the navigation system.

“Nothing my crummy B1 certificate and google translate can’t fix, it’s been working since we got here.”

Tae laughed, glancing at you quickly before focusing on the road, “the waiter from last night’s restaurant disagrees.”

“Okay, whose fault is it that I was in flip flops and a sundress at a fucking french high cuisine restaurant.”

“You didn’t have to bring the google lady out”

“I can’t even pronounce hor d'oeuvres! How was I expected to successfully communicate!?” you demanded. 

Taehyung laughed even more, Michel Buble starting to play in the background as you both bickered. It was fun to spend time with Taehyung like this. Before his group’s hiatus he barely had enough time to go out and meet for coffee. Granted, neither one of you liked coffee, and instead opted for green tea matcha lattes. It was one of your first bonding points, before you both realised how fond you were with jazz and movies. Studying art, living for beauty, that was one of the biggest traits you both shared.

Then, of course, came the sexual chemistry, but that’s for another time. Right now, you were incredibly engrossed with each other, his hand moving from the steering wheel and holding your knee in a caring and reassuring way, pointing out whenever he saw a cow so you could take out your phone and spam your friend’s with pictures of them. It reminded you of your own car trips when you were a child. 

“Did your mom text you today?”

You glanced back at him, raising an eyebrow inquisitively, “no… did she text you?”

“Yeah, she said you don’t call her as often lately.”

“God, since when are you friends with my mother?”

He smirked, “since you answered that facetime call and I was shirtless in the background.”

Your face grew hot, you could even feel the tips of your ears get warmer out of embarrassment, “let’s not talk about my mother right now.”

“Well, we can talk about my mother then,” he grinned.

You glanced back at him, his hand squeezing your thigh before leaving to push his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. “What about your mother?”

“She invited you for Christmas this year, if you aren’t spending it with your family of course-”

“I’d love to come,” you interrupted.

He smiled. “Great.”

The airbnb was better than you expected. But when it came to Taehyung and his taste you could only ever expect decadence. A palazzio; bubbling champagne in small glass flutes; a box of chocolate splayed over a duck feather comforter; rose and sweet scented candles. He was a romance and beauty corporeal. 

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: 

Its loveliness increases; it will never 

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep 

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep 

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. from Endymion, J. Keats. 

It was no time to quote the English poets but Keats had an eye for beauty you couldn’t ignore, and right here, right now, you were drunk off the view of everything around you.

Your balcony overlooked a rose garden, but as it was approaching the colder months of the year, instead of blossoming buds of red and pink you saw the deep green bushes surrounding a pond, the statue of lovely Eros and Psyche embracing each other, his wings like cupid spread out behind him. The bushes rushed around the pond like a labyrinth, twisted and confusing, with the autumn leaves falling in splashes of mahogany and burnt orange. 

The sun, still, was high upon the sky, its rays peeking through the trees and drawing the earth in lovely shadows. Your luggage was still open, clothes spread out on your twin bed whilst you searched for the cameras you packed the night before. Engrossed with the settings of your latest birthday present you failed to notice Taehyung walking inside the room. The gentle rape of his knuckles agains the doorframe.. 

So he stayed there, transfixed with your task, a cigarette hanging off his lips. Looking up at him only once the smell of it registered, smiling and leaving the camera on the bed as you walked near.

He sucked on the cigarette, cherry bright red before blowing the smoke behind his shoulder, just in time for you to lean up, arms around his neck. 

“You know I don’t like kissing you after you smoke.”

“I’ll brush my teeth,” he grinned, leaning down his lips brushing against your own, the smell of cigarette becoming a turn on whenever he was this close to you, “I’ll floss and everything.”

“You better,” you replied, leaning up on the tip of your toes and capturing his lips with your own as he took the cigarette out of his mouth.

It was like dancing, Tchaikovsky and his No. 14 pas de Deux. At one point he leaned down and scooped you into his arms, your legs fitting perfectly around his waist as he walked both of you back to his room. The taste of tobacco and smoke lingered still in his tongue and muddled all your other senses, only breaking back into clarity when he dropped you back in his bed. 

Assaulted by the smell of clean linen and a cold breeze passed through his open window. Your hands reached up, searching for the angle of his jaw and to pull him closer against you, but instead he simply clasped your hands, bringing it to his lips and kissing it sweetly. You leaned up on your elbows, watching him retreat back to where his bags were propped. 

Watching him, moved as if at home with the place he rented, the big mirror facing the bed captured the concentrated look of his brown as he looked through his things. 

You, impatient as ever, turned around and looked over the mess of his bedsheets, picking up what appeared to be a pair of brown leather shorts.

“Will I get to see you wearing this today?”

Taehyung glanced back, laughing softly and turning back to the task at hand, “I fear you won’t see me in any clothes for the rest of the day.”

“I’m more than fine with that.”

He kept rummaging, and you turned over to look more through the things he had left scattered, picking up what seemed to be a letter. You couldn’t read a word of it, seeing as he had written in hangul, but you looked over the fancy blue ink, and liked how it didn’t look like the chicken scratch that Hoseok’s handwriting tended to be.

Down, at the bottom of said letter, Taehyung had drawn a silly cartoon of a tiger climbing a tree. This fact made you laugh aloud, enough to have your lover turn around and loudly explain that it was private, to give it back.

“I can’t even read it! What does it say?”

“I’m not done with it yet.”

“But what does it say?” you insisted. 

“It’s just something I do with my dad, ok? It’s more fun.”

“Oh, so the big celebrity has travelled to ye-old-times?” you tease.

He couldn’t help but laugh, finding whatever it was that he was looking for and turning around holding out the white silk cloth in front of you.

“What’s that?”

“For you.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Well, actually, it’s more for us,” said Taehyung, walking back to the bed and making you drop the piece of paper in your hand.

“What does it do?”

“You’ll see,” he continued, leaning down and kissing you once more. 

You groaned, biting back down on his lip aware that he liked it and just slowly making out with him as he led you back down on the bed.

He laid you gently, comfortably between the pillows, and started to take off your clothes slowly. His mouth follows and kisses every new patch of exposed skin. Down your neck as you let your hair down, shirt off and mouth nipping and licking on the newness of your exposed collarbone. Your shoulders, the hollow of your neck, down your sternum as his hands expertly unhooked your bra and gently dropped it on the bed.

He moved down your body, kissing the moles on your body and only stopping to take off his own white shirt. You grinned, loving the warm honey tone of his skin, hands caressing the side of his arms. But he stopped, glancing at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and pinning your hands back up above your head. 

“What’s the matter?” you asked, breathing already laboured from kissing him, from feeling him, you needed him badly.

“You can’t touch me tonight.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a funny face that only made you start laughing for real. With one hand he easily grasped both of yours, and quickly shifted his weight to reach for the piece of white silk he had gathered from his luggage. 

Now that you had a better look of it, you noticed the silver hoop that held both pieces of fabric together. And then it clicked, and you just stared at him as he concentrated and slipped the hoop above you in the headboard, both your wrists being tied neatly in the white silk to keep them high above you.

“You’re getting kinky, honey.”

“It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Really? Then what else are we trying today?”

Taehyung hummed, checking your wrists were safely snug and then reaching under your pillow. From there, a big purple dildo.

“Borahae”.

You bursted out laughing, both of you did. His eyes crinkling and reaching to wipe a tear and kissing the side of your face until you thought of a very uncomfortable thing.

“Wait, you aren’t putting that up my ass.”

“And I’m not going to, doubt you prepped for anal.”

“Good… Just checking…”

“I wouldn’t do something like that without talking about it first.”

“Then what are these handcuffs?”

“You said you wanted to try it, and also how you wanted me to fist you and somehow rip your heart out from your pussy.”

Your cheeks grew red, your friends had definitely betrayed you. “Wait, so, I’m getting fisted?”

“I’m thinking about it, the dildo is just to help you stretch a bit while I warm you up.”

“How am I getting warmed up?” you grinned, wanting to know everything before it actually happened as your heart was racing against your chest, aroused but deadly nervous to this entire thing. You were small, and much, much, smaller than Taehyung at that. 

He smiled coyly, his voice honey-sweet, “that’s a surprise.”

But you had no second to think about it, with him moving down and crashing his lips on yours. He kissed you hard, drunkenly, biting and nipping on your lips before slipping his tongue inside your mouth.

He muffled out all your moans, eyes screwed shut in pleasure and tugging on the cuffs wanting to touch him as your body leaned up to kiss him back.

You didn’t like being submissive, you tended to like more taking control of the situation, but it was in moments like this, and specifically under Taehyung’s (haha) influence that you melted like butter. He guided and moved you every which way, your mind barely registering how he took off your pants and underwear, not noticing he had grabbed lube until he broke the kiss.

A string of saliva still connected your mouth, your tongue poking out of your mouth and licking it back while looking at him. A true picture of beauty and desire, his hair falling right over his eyes, only the coy smile of his visible as he squirted lube on his fingers and on the purple toy. 

You gasped, his fingers cold to the touch and making your toes curl as he pressed his fingers against your clit.

Not being tied at the ankles, you comfortably spread your legs wider, giving him enough space to look at what he was doing, making him chuckle at how eager you were getting. “You’re getting wet,” he said.

You simply moaned, eyes closing in pleasure and sinking down into the bed whilst he touched you, a small gasp leaving your lips as you felt his fingers pressing down against your entrance and pushing in.

Your hips shifted down, making him reach deeper inside you and making you shiver in pleasure. 

But just as quickly his fingers left, making you open your eyes to complain and just gasping as he pushed the dildo inside you, back arching and grunting as you accommodate to its size, which was not that far off from Taehyung’s to begin with.

“That’s my good girl.”

Flushing, you peaked an eye at him, “you’re enjoying this.”

“We both are Y/N”

You cursed as he used your name, he knew it made your knees go weak, and currently he was making your entire lower body weak. 

Honestly you had no idea what he was planning, which made this all even more unnerving, gasping once you felt his warm mouth on your clit, sucking and flicking it harshly with his tongue before pressing the flat of it against the bundle of nerves. He was giving you head and penetrating you at the same time, go figure. Taehyung managed to do the two things he liked best at the same time somehow.

You gasped, moaned, pulling down harshly on the handcuffs as you felt warmth building in the pit of your stomach, Taehyung slowly moving the toy in and out of you as he concentrated his mouth on making you unravel.

And unravel you do, your lower body tingling and making your breathing more laboured as he elicited the most lewd and wettest sounds from you. The squelches of your arousal and his saliva mixing together and echoing in the empty room as you cursed out his name.

“C-Close,” you gasped out, the silk burning on your wrist as you tugged and squirmed underneath him.

Tae leaned back, his chin shiny with your arousal, the dildo still thrusting in and out of you which had your toes curling, “cum for me,” he said, voice raspy with want.

Your vision blurred, back arching off the bed as you cried out his name, completely forgetting you would be sharing this airbnb with a few other people and screaming as loud as you could. 

Taehyung helped you ride it all out, grinning widely as he saw your body jump and twitch from his touch, doing as he wanted whenever he commanded, and slowly slipping out the dildo as you calmed down. 

But even whilst you were recollecting yourself, his fingers slipped in and replaced the toy. You grunted, feeling spent but glancing back at him you got only more aroused by the glint in his eyes.

“You’re so wet for me.”

“S-Shit, are you seriously going to-”

“Yes,” he interrupted, fingers curled and pressing against your spot making you moan again. He was slow, careful and methodical with his approach. Reading the way you reacted and sticking to what made you moan the loudest, shift your hips closer to his hand.

He stopped, used more lube, and started again. You came again. And he kept persisting until he was closer. You, on the other hand, were sweaty, weak, and had seen God at least twice already with how violently Taehyung made you cum. 

And he felt big, bigger than usual, four of his fingers inside of you and you groaned and complained, with him stopping and checking with you every two seconds.

“How are you holding up, darling?”

“G-Good, fuck, so good Christ you’re big.”

He laughed softly, moving slowly, letting you accommodate, and went down to his forearm, “I’m going to do it now love, that ok?”

“P-Perfect, I won’t last.”

But taehyung stopped for a second, worrying you, “d-did something happened,” you glanced back at him, just to notice him inches away from you, mouth crashing on yours and muffling out any moan.

You melted more against him, complete putty for him to shape and mould out to his heart’s desire. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, felt him with his clean hand brush a few of your hairs away from your face and kiss your temple. Moving back down and counting softly before he slipped his hand out and pushed his fist inside you. 

Without a second thought you came, your back arching and groaning at the first discomfort of this position and just screaming at how full you felt. How filled with him. The lines blurring inside your head, no longer sure where he began and you ended, and instead, you simply felt the entirety of him eveloping you whole. 

His warmth, the weight of his body over you, the musky clean smell of his sweat, and just how lovely his voice was. Full of praise, encouraging you as you came down from your high, slowly moving and eyes bright and drunk with pleasure. 

And just as soon as that, he slipped his hand out, sticky and smelling like you as he cupped your face once more and tilted your head up for another greedy kiss.

Lips smacking, tongue searching inside your mouth, and vibrating with his groan as you lazily responded back. The tips of your fingers tingled before he reaches up and lets your hands free. 

They fell down in a thud, with you feeling heavy as lead but light as a feather, only leaning up to pull Taehyung’s body closer and grinding down against the fabric of his pants, leaving a wet streak of your arousal on it. 

“Y/N, Love,” he laughed, leaning back, “give a second I should take my pants off-”

“Yes, do that,” but instead of letting him go you pulled him back to you, kissing his mouth, down to his chin and biting on his neck hard enough to make him wince.

But Taehyung moaned, turned on even more by the pain and with a heavy clink of his belt he was pushing his trousers and boxers out of the way. You wanted him, still intoxicated with the feeling of his skin as you made use of having your hands back to yourself to dig your nails on his shoulder blades and drag them down his back. 

Taehyung responded just as quickly, head tilting to the side as you marked him yours and reached out for a condom, shifting himself to be perfectly on top as your legs wrapped around his waist.

You were weak, on a cloud, leaving a red bite mark on his perfect chest before he gripped on both your wrists and pinned them once more above your head with a single hand. You groaned, turned on by his show of strength, and whimpered out a pathetic sound that resembled his name as he entered you. 

It was hard, tortuous, and you couldn't stop screaming even if they paid you. 

Neck exposed he left a constellation of hickeys and kisses on your skin, his hips snapping against yours in a way that was going to definitely cripple you by next morning. 

He squeezed your wrists tighter, the sharp sting of it making you tighten around him and made him stutter in his pace. You laughed, leaning up and biting on his lip, dragging it between your teeth and hearing him take a shaky breath before he snapped his hips harder. Effectively shutting you up.

And he continued like that, the old bed starting to shift with you both, headboard hitting the wall and echoing the thumps of his cock inside you as you felt your orgasm coming.

Taehyung’s laboured breath just egged you on, leaning up and kissing his neck and shoulders, biting down on his shoulder and making him moan loudly.

“F-Fuck, please, be close.”

“I-I am,” you gasped.

“Cum, fuck I want to feel you around me,” Taehyung’s voice was breezy, almost whiny, like he couldn’t hold on for longer. And how could you stop yourself when he sounded so desperate while simultaneously destroying you?

Stars was an understatement of what you saw when you finished. Colours and blurs of light mingled together, you might as well have passed out for a second with how violently you came. And he came just as hard, letting out a loud moan mixed in with what seemed to be your name. 

He collapsed on top of you, his sweaty chest flush against yours. Neither one of you moved, just feeling him grow soft inside you without any intention of leaving.

You moved your arms around him, hugging him and fingertips slowly brushing over the scratches you had left on his back. You protested when he moved to get up, with you only letting go once he kissed you swiftly. 

He walked back up to the bathroom, his cute ass all perky as he discarded the condom and came back with a wet towel, the mess underneath you becoming a problem for another day.

“Remember you have to pee.” Taehyung  only wiped you clean, glancing back at you with a princely smile.

“Please, let’s not talk about me getting an UTI, I want to cuddle.”

“I’ll carry you to the toilet and I’ll hug you while you pee.”

“Okay I’ll take that.”

He laughed again, leaning back to you and kissing the tip of your nose before picking you up and cradling you in his arms. “Oh, that reminds me.”

“Hm?”

“We’re still not done here.”

[sparklehoney7]

gossamer in the light

by: islandbreeze

pairing: jimin/jungkook

info: chaptered 4/4 complete (43,706)

tags: Alternate Universe / Fake/Pretend Relationship / Fluff / Humor / No Angst / maybe a tiny bit if you squint really hard though / Office Party / Vacation / There Was Only One Bed / Strangers to Lovers / Self-Indulgent / Smut / Sexual Tension / Flirting / Drinking / jungkook is very hot in this one / but then again i guess he's very hot all the time / jimin is oblivious with a capital O / Slow Burn / it wasn't actually supposed to be slow burn but 40k later here we are / Happy Ending / exhibitionism sort of but not really / Dirty Talk

summary: The stranger quirks a smile, his eyes twinkling a little. He’s very cute, actually, but Jimin is hardly concerned with that right now. “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” the man asks expectantly, glancing at Hyungsik.

“Of course,” Jimin says, turning to face Hyungsik. “How rude of me. Hyungsik, this is my boyfriend.”

The corners of his mouth twitch. “What?”

“Yes,” Jimin repeats. “My boyfriend. His name is...” Jimin finds the stranger’s foot with his own and steps on it gently, crushing the toe of his chunky sneaker under his Chelsea boot.

“Jungkook,” the man says, and it sounds like he’s choking back a laugh. “My name is Jungkook.”

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[sorrowon]

SORROW FOUND ME. independent and private multi muse with extremely low activity and way too many muses loved and sometimes ignored by lacy.

❝ sorrow found me when i was young. sorrow waited. SORROW WON. ❞

rules and muses found under the cut

01. my name is lacy and i’m 25+ years old. i’m an aries with my moon in sagittarius, cancer ascendant and i have no idea what any of this means. i'm not affiliated with netflix, the show outer banks or madelyn cline or anything.

02. the psd i’m currently using was made by pinkinnards and icon border was made by me, but i’ll also use various psds from various creators. all credit really goes to them and none to me. i’ll probably use psd’s by venuscommissions, plutocommissions, calisources and more. if you ever have any questions, please feel free to shoot me a message. i promise, i don’t bite.

03. i will probably practice exclusivity and mains and affiliates, but at the moment i don't have any.

04. i ask that you please not follow me and then unfollow me to follow me again and try to get me to follow you. that will not make me follow you, it’ll just make me softblock you and then hardblock if it continues. also, please don’t like my starter calls or send me meme’s if we’re not mutuals. i am mutuals only.

05. i don’t usually write smut, but if i'm really comfortable with another person then i don't mind giving it a try. i do ask that you please tag your smut though and don't try to force me to write it.

06. i will not follow people that use certain faceclaim’s. gal gadot, chris pratt, ezra miller, scarlett johansson and more probably. if you have questions about why then just send me an ask and i’ll let you know. i’m uncomfortable with them and i just want to be comfortable on my blog.

07. i am extremely slow and i honestly can't help that. i have a full time job and at the moment am only getting one day off a week. it's exhausting, but i'm doing my best.

KDRAMAS: naksu/cho-yeong - alchemy of souls - go yoonjung ahn min-hyuck - strong woman do bong-soon - park hyungsik kim shin - goblin - gong yoo cha sunghoon - business proposal - kim minkyu shin hari - business proposal - kim sejeong ryu sunjae - the lovely runner - byeon wooseok bae rona - penthouse: war in life - kim hyunsoo oh injoo - little women - kim goeun na wondeuk/lee yul - 100 days my prince - do kyungsoo lim jugyeong - true beauty - moon gayoung lee suho - true beauty - cha eunwoo han seojun - true beauty - hwang inyeop

THAI DRAMAS: kinn anakinn theerapanyakul - kinnporsche - mile phakphum payu - love in the air - boss chaikamon

TELEVISION: nancy wheeler - stranger things - natalia dyer sarah cameron - outer banks - madelyn cline nancy drew - nancy drew - kennedy mcmann clarke griffin - the 100 - madelyn cline elena gilbert - the vampire diaries - nina dobrev josette 'josie' saltzman - the legacies - kaylee kaneshiro willow rosenberg - buffy the vampire slayer - alyson hannigan kara danvers/zor-el - supergirl - melissa benoist mia smoak-queen - arrow - brec bassinger louis de pointe du lac - interview with a vampire - jacob anderson lesta de lioncourt - interview with a vampire - sam reid

ANIMATED: charlie morningstar - hazbin hotel emily - hazbin hotel stolas - helluva boss millie - helluva boss

VIDEO GAMES: jessica riley - until dawn - tbd

LITERATURE: nesta archeron - acotar - tbd elide lochan - throne of glass - emily bader manon blackbeak - throne of glass - tbd ariadne - crescent city - tbd sathia flynn - crescent city - tbd danika fendyr - crescent city - tbd isabel 'belly' conklin - the summer i turned pretty - jung chaeyeon elizabeth bennet - pride and prejudice - keira knightley sophie beckett - bridgerton - tbd hyacinth bridgerton - bridgerton - tbd

[taehyung-the-baehyung]

My writing brain isn’t working, so to procrastinate, I did a thing...

[ read company here ]

[smuttyfairy]

I can't find any park hyungsik smut yaY

Man ZE:A anything is hard to find! 

If anyone knows of any please let us know via askbox!

[onyourhyuck]

Psycho Love. | Mark Lee (M) Part 1.

Prologue • “Darling you’ve got me obsessed with you.”

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synopsis • huang mei is a psychiatrist assigned to the most dangerous killer, but things start to go downhill from there.

warning • mafia x psychiatrist, mark lee mafia!, mei is Chinese and renjun’s twin sister, lots of action, thriller, fighting and mystery. dark romance!!! DARK DARK ROMANCE, mei is in a relationship with hyungsik, mark smut, kidnapping mentions. mark is 😃 slightly insane but yk what it’s fine 😭. THIS IS A MAFIA FIC OF MY SERIES!!

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“This is the fourth one that has failed.” Johnny would tell with huge amount of frustration running in the voice, he was in a dark hallway of the asylum, standing next to doctor Moon Taeil, the director of the building.

Doctor Moon Taeil is one of the greatest doctors for the strictly insane and highly dangerous criminals and the mentally ill. He’s never failed to asses anyone, until this tricky guy appears.

Mark lee. A leader of the largest evil running mafia, a cruel ruthless killer— his personality is cold as much as his appearance, his pale skin is as equivalent to the snow. The numb lifeless eyes are a dead corpse. You might be asking, why is Mark Lee so special?

Well, Taeil has no idea why either, in his eyes Mark is an alien. He can’t understand him and his behaviour patterns, they are unpredictable, unstable, impulsive even. They are dangerous to society.

Not only that, he’s tried hiring multiple psychiatrists in the asylum, even his own workers too— they all failed to interrogate him. No one can get past the rock hard steal barrier he has.

Most of the females fall in love with Mark, obsessively in love. Johnny couldn’t believe it either, but all the women they have hired have came out not themselves.

Taeil stubbornly puts down his glasses, speaking. “Get the last one in, we have to keep trying.” Johnny was about to protest, the women won’t work. But Taeil had a feeling this doctor he’s about to send in will be different.

“Hyung I personally think we shouldn’t.” Johnny voices forward, Taeil glances back at Johnny sternly. “Send her in. I feel like she will be different.”

Who could argue with the older man, Johnny didn’t bother speaking out anymore. The American-Korean sighs once he’s left the dark hallway, heading down the elevator to the waiting reception where all the special guests are awaiting for many things.

Some are waiting for day visits, some are here for interviews, and then there are special visitors who are doctors from other countries and towns.

On the last list there is one doctor who comes from China however moved to South Korea last year. Huang Mei.

What makes her special is that she not only majors in psychology, she has multiple experiences of childcare knowledge along with sociology; the woman is a built Wikipedia if anything to them. Mei has large knowledge with forensic science and mathematics too.

A reasonably highly educated woman. Johnny arrives at the area as he calls out. “Huang Mei?” He saw a young female stand up approaching forward relaxed manner. “Hello, that would be me.” Mei spoke with a short smile, bowing.

Johnny gave a confident smile as he shook her hand. “Hello, my name is Johnny. I’m Moon Taeil’s assistant.”

The two introduced each other on the way as they get in the elevator, the asylum is very large, more bigger than Mei thought. It has about six floors.

Johnny turns his body towards Mei in the elevator. “Your Korean is really good by the way.” He saw the doctor look up at him because she’s more short, she gave a surprised expression as her eyebrows raise up. “Oh thank you.” Mei replied.

“How long have you studied for?” Johnny really wanted to know, especially because he himself speaks Korean as his second language. Mei on the other hand was quite different. “I’ve been learning ever since I was seven. We had Korean lessons in school.” Mei explains.

He gawks open at the idea of people that young learning the language. “Wow! So you’re pretty much fluent in the language at this point.” Johnny loudly told.

The elevator opens with a beeping sound indicating they arrived at the fourth floor. Johnny’s hands reach straight forward motioning Mei. “Ladies first.” Johnny said with a flirty smile he always gives to everyone. The girl would step out first as she awaits for Johnny, the man walking ahead.

On the way, Mei felt the visible silence of the asylum. Each room they passed was eerily creepy and quiet, Johnny felt the need to speak out to break the awkwardness, and for his worry. Mei seemed like a lovely girl, he wouldn’t want to leave her hanging without a warning about who she’s about to encounter the most dangerous wanted man in the world.

“Miss Mei, I have something to say to you.” Johnny strongly states stopping in front of the large door Mei will take to finally meet him. He stops the woman in her tracks, turning back to Johnny with curious eyes and a confused blank lips pointing to him. “Yes, what is it Mr Johnny?” Mei formally repeats.

“I hope you know you’re meeting the most dangerous man, Mei. You should be careful for your own well-being. All the other doctors have failed so far and.. left completely different from before.” Johnny inputs with half worry half disgusted, Mei raises her eyebrows wondering what he means by ‘completely different from before.’

Mei’s voice implies back with curiosity. “What do you mean by that?” Johnny stands still, the silence loud.

“All the female doctors fell in love with him. He’s highly manipulative, Mei. Remember to be careful, that’s all I’m saying.” Johnny advised. Mei gives a professional smile, though in her head she told herself ‘fall in love at first glance is a bit exaggerating, don’t you think?’

“Thank you for your concern Mr Johnny, I’ll keep that as a reminder.” With those final words, the door creeks open as Mei walks inside. She were met with the director much shorter than Johnny, the man turns to Mei with a serious eye-look, reaching his hand forward for the handshake. Mei entitles forward her hand, shaking it lightly. “Hello mr Moon.”

Taeil gave a soft nod. “Hello Miss Huang, he’s waiting inside.”

Mei gave a nod grabbing out the notepad attached to an ink pen already, the woman wearing a white doctors coat with half black glasses on her head. With that, she enters the cold room.

Mei saw the chains in the room hanging on the ground, attaching to the figure hanging the head low as his body scrunched down unable to see the face fully. There was a dark aura presence of the unknown, Mei calmly sat down in front of the man despite not able to see his face, crossing the legs under the table as the metallic table would make a clunk once the notepad were placed down.

A soft yet stern voice spoke out to his ears causing them to perk up. “Hello I am Huang Mei, what’s your name?”

It’s better to start slow, Mei knew that people are more willing to speak if you introduce yourself fully without fear as well as asking them to introduce.

The man lifts his body to lean on the chair the chains shaking around with a rattling sound. Mei was met with a deadpanned expression, eyebrows were straight as well as his eyes were half closed with boredom. The lips weren’t moving either, though he was observing Mei distinctly when she saw the small subtle motions with his pupils moving about.

Mei softly smiles leaning forward. “Won’t you introduce yourself, it’s rude not to.”

“I’m sure you know who i am already.” The deadly man spoke without care, staying still like a statue. “I’m on the news everyday.” He points out. He wasn’t falling for such friendly terms.

The doctor was different and Mark felt it, she was putting up a friendly demure but something felt different about her and he couldn’t tell what yet. Mei hums, “So? I don’t care what the media says. I wish to hear it from the infamous man himself.” Mei strongly pushes the emphasis. Mark smirks at the words, first time hearing such terms spoken to him.

He felt a sudden boost of ego from it. “Mark Lee.” The man replied. “Nice to meet you Mark Lee.” Mei trails pulling up a blank paper in the notes as her ink pen lifts forward, she looks up at the man with a soft gaze.

“Let’s get to know each other, what do you say?” Mei trails like a teacher teaching a child. “I’m very interested in you, Mark.” Mei said.

Mark eyes the woman with an eyebrow raised up. “What does a doctor like you want to know?”

Mei hums. “Everything, isn’t that what you do if you want to become friends?” The woman was right, Mark scoffing. “You don’t want friendship, you want information like every other doctor.” He sneers.

She hums. “Okay, I see.” Mei turns around looking at the door as she saw the large window with Moon Taeil observing the two. “How would you like me to prove to you that I’m not doing this for information?” Mei turns to Mark daringly, he nods with confidence wondering what the woman was going to do.

“How about you strip your shirt off, throw the notepad away. You could easily have a voice recorder or something on you.” Mark states sternly, watching menacingly.

Mei stood up from the chair as she took the notepad away opening the door as she threw it on the ground along with the pen. She then threw away the doctors coat too. Mei was now in a shirt and jeans, but not for long. Mark’s eyes glued on the doctor who stripped the shirt off revealing the pale skin with a front black lace bra, walking back to the desk with arms leaning on it.

Taeil looks confused and flustered by Huang Mei’s decisions, though he caught on slightly. She’s doing what Mark says to lower his guard down. He looks away sighing, “I hired a crazy woman, great.” Taeil mutters under the breath.

“See? Didn’t I say I’m doing this because I’m interested in you?” Mei voice encourages forward, Mark leaning forward with his face closer. Now he was intrigued.

“You’re a weird one.” Mark comments.

“I’m here to help you.” Mei emphasises with a point. “I wish to help you, Mark. I know you’re misunderstood.” Mei continues, Mark scoffing out a minor laugh. “Help me? Sweetheart, I cannot be helped.”

Mei shakes her head forward. “How do you know that. You never know unless you don’t accept the help.” There was a silence between them where Mark was replaying her words— Mei spoke interrupting his thoughts. “we leave today’s session here. If you ask Doctor Moon for me I’ll come back but that’s your choice.”

Mei stood up leaving the isolated square room. Mark left pondering in the silence as he looks down at his hands.

She was fun and she didn’t fall for his charm.

Mei came outside the room with her bra exposed, she leans down slipping back on the shirt signing. Mr Moon coming forward as he lifts the notepad and pen for Mei, giving it to her.

She looks up murmuring ‘thank you sir.’

Taeil sighs forward. “What you did right now Miss Huang was crazy and inappropriate.” He stated, Mei stiffening up at the incoming complaint.

“But you ended up coming out normal, you’re hired.“ Taeil mentions, he can let a crazy tactic slide once in a while. Mei smiles ear to ear, “thank you sir!”

Taeil rolls his eyes at the cheerful chant. “Next time don’t strip— please, this isn’t a strip club.” He told walking away, Mei nodding as she bows.

“I’ll try my best!” Mei shouts. She has the job! That’s all that matters.

Psycho Love Masterlink<3.

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[jeon-ify]

welcome to my masterlist !

hello everyone!! welcome to my masterlist! i appreciate all of the love you guys have been showing my work, it means so much! i grew super fast, and i’m really happy that you guys are enjoying MY work!! i love you all! anyway, before i start, please be safe during any sexual acts. all my work is completely fictional, this is just for fun. i do not know any of these people, all of my work is solely based on either delusion or any ideas i come up with in my spare time. please do not take my work seriously, nor try any of it at home unless you are being safe.

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KINKTOBER ‘24!

- nsfw content unless stated otherwise -

achilles once said | f. - seonghwa

precious star | f. - yunho

pretty girl - yunho

you belong to me - yeosang

stay here forever - san

on your lashes - san

dimple - san

grades - san

beg (ft. wooyoung) - san

my performance for you - san

your sannie - san

thoughts (ft. mingi) + pt. 2 - san

a little jealousy - san

take a picture - san

dollface - mingi

insecure - mingi

nasty - mingi

thoughts (ft. san) + pt. 2 - mingi

daddy - mingi

toxic ex - drabble - mingi

quit staring - mingi

the two sides of mingi!

beg (ft. san) - wooyoung

strawberry fanta - wooyoung

please - jongho

through the seven seas (UPCOMING) - seokjin

eclipse (UPCOMING) - jungkook

push it back - shownu

stop doing that or i’ll make you - im changkyun

on live - yuta

extra slippers- park hyungsik

deep in the back seat- keeho p1h

carved into you- levi ackerman (aot)

pussy slapping w mingyu (svt)

wet dreamz - bangchan

male optional lead 18+

apologetic sex with nanami

so deep - suguru geto (my most liked!)

you’ve reached the end!

[btsqualityy]

Blood On The Dance Floor: Chapter 5

Hoseok x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, established relationship, thriller, fatal attraction!AU (kind of, but with major changes), smut, angst, and fluff.

Summary: Bora doesn’t let up.

Warnings: None to note.

WC: 1.3K

The next Monday when Hobi went into work, he was feeling extremely conflicted. Having Bora come onto him had created a complication in their working relationship and he knew it would affect the way that they worked together. Since it was also unwanted attention, he figured that he might have to tell his superiors at HYBE and they had made it extremely clear during his intake process how they felt about sexual harassment, especially in the workplace.

As Hobi scanned into the building and took the elevator up to one of the practice floors where he was meeting the members of Star Turn for rehearsal, he decided that he wasn’t going to say anything about what happened at the party right away. He figured that maybe Bora just couldn’t handle her alcohol and that’s what made her approach him the way she had. 

“Hello?” Hobi called out as he walked into the practice room and he saw Bora as well as three of the members of Star Turn already there. 

“Hello, teacher-nim,” the leader of Star Turn, Hyungsik, greeted him and the other members all bowed to him. 

“Hey guys, how are you?” Hobi smiled, walking over and shaking hands with them before looking at Bora. “Hello Bora.”

“Hobi-ssi,” she bowed lightly and Hobi noted how she went back to using honorifics. She must’ve been feeling embarrassed about what happened Saturday night so Hobi decided then and there that if she didn’t bring it up, then he wouldn’t either. 

The rehearsal went as usual once the other two members of Star Turn made it to the practice room, with nothing out of the ordinary happening and Bora continuing on as if she had never kissed him. It slightly confused Hobi, how she could act like it never happened but he knew it was for the best if it wasn’t brought up, especially in front of the idols. 

“Good work you all!” Hobi clapped. “This will be the last time I see you all before the New Year because I’ll be taking some time off but Bora here will be with you guys at the last of the year end shows and she’ll be able to make any adjustments as needed.”

“And I’ll have Hobi-ssi’s number so if you don’t trust me, we can call him,” Bora joked, making the idols laugh. 

“We trust you, teacher-nim,” a member named Ki-ha smiled. 

“Have a good rest of your day,” Hobi said and the group gathered their things, some sticking around to speak to Hobi about some things while the others left as soon as they could. 

“Bang PD-nim says that we’ll start working on our next mini album soon, since the first has done so well,” Hyungsik said.

“I know and he told me that he’s already started looking for tracks,” Hobi replied. 

“I was thinking, maybe we can get a little more daring with the choreography next time,” Hyungsik suggested. “Like, something that surprises everyone.”

“I completely agree,” Hobi grinned. “Now that everyone has seen what the five of you are capable of, I think it’s time to turn it up.”

“Ah, I’m so happy that you’re the one working with us, teacher-nim,” Hyungsik chuckled. “I have to get going because we have vocal lessons but we can speak more about it once you’re back from vacation?”

“Of course. Have a good lesson,” Hobi said, waving at the younger man as he gathered his bag and ran out of the practice room. Hobi walked over to the sound system then, removing Star Turn’s CD and returning it back to the rack of CDs that sat next to the large speakers. As he did so, he suddenly felt a pair of hands on his shoulders and he was immediately thrown back to Saturday night, in the men’s bathroom.

“Finally alone,” Bora purred into his ear and Hobi instantly shrugged her off of him before he turned around to face her. 

“Bora, what are you doing?”

“You know, I thought I was going to go crazy today, having to act like nothing was going on between us in front of the group,” she huffed with a smile. “But now that they’re gone, we don’t have to pretend.”

“There’s nothing to pretend about because there isn’t anything going on with us.”

“Are you still on this?” Bora chuckled. “Hobi, we’re alone now so you can let go.” She went to place her hands on Hobi’s cheeks but he grabbed her hands tight, pushing her away from him as he glared at her.

“I tried to be nice about this but you’re pushing it, Bora,” he snapped. “I don’t want you. I am a married man and the best thing for you is just to leave me alone.”

“If you really wanted me to leave you alone, why haven’t you told Bang PD-nim about what happened at the party?” She questioned. 

“Because I tried to give you some grace because I figured you were just drunk.”

“Who gets drunk off of one drink, Hobi?” 

“Look, if you keep pushing up on me like this, then I will tell Bang PD-nim and I mean it,” Hobi stated firmly as he let her hands go. 

“I don’t believe you,” she smirked, reaching towards him again and setting her hands on the crotch of his sweatpants. He smacked her hands, which made her look up at him in surprise. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Hobi spat darkly.

“Fine,” Bora replied evenly. “If that’s how you want it, fine.” Hobi then watched slightly as she grabbed her dance bag and her jacket before storming out of the practice room, letting the door slam shut behind her. 

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On the drive home, Hobi had made up his mind that he was going to tell you about what happened with Bora at the party and at work earlier that day. It was very clear that Bora wasn’t taking him seriously and he couldn’t risk loosing you. 

“Y/N-ah? Baby?” Hobi yelled as he walked through the front door of the house and you came bounding down the stairs, running over to him and jumping up into his arms. You cupped his cheeks as you kissed him passionately and Hobi hummed against your lips in confusion as his arms came around to hold you up. 

“What’s all this about?” He laughed once you had pulled away from his lips. 

“I have something to tell you,” you announced. 

“Funny you say that, I have something to tell you too.”

“Me first,” you waved your hand at him dismissively. “I got into SNU’s law school.”

“No way?!” Hobi cheered and when you nodded your head, he cheered loudly and proceeded to swing you around as you squealed happily. “I’m so fucking proud of you baby!”

“Thanks,” you smiled bashfully. “I start two weeks after the New Year and I know it’s short notice but-”

“Hey, it’s fine,” Hobi assured you. “Since we’re going back to Gwangju for Christmas, we’ll have a nice little vacation before you have to buckle down.”

“I’m not looking forward to that part, having to buckle down,” you admitted. “Plus, it’s been years since I was last in school. What if I can’t do it?”

“Don’t even talk like that,” he gently scolded you. “You’re the smartest person I know and no amount of time off will change that, ok? You got this baby and even if you fall down sometimes, I’ll be right by your side to pick you back up.”

“I love you,” you grinned, leaning forward and kissing him passionately again. The two of you made out for a few minutes, you moaning into Hobi’s mouth as his hands roamed over your hips and ass. 

“Let me take you upstairs baby,” he murmured. 

“But didn’t you have something to tell me?” You whispered and he froze then, remembering that he was going to tell you about Bora. He knew he needed to tell you, he did but the smile that was on your face just wouldn’t allow the words to come out of his mouth. 

“Forget it.”

“You sure?” You checked and he nodded his head. 

“It’s not important. You’re important,” he said and you giggled. 

“Charmer,” you murmured. 

“Yep, right out of your panties,” he smirked, leaving a smack on your ass and making you laugh loudly as he carried you upstairs and into the master bedroom. 

He was going to tell you. Just...not today.

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selfishly mine | requested

⇢ pairing: taehyung x reader ⇢ fic type: one shot ⇢ genre: angst, smut ⇢ word count: 3.9K ⇢ theme: boyfriend!taehyung + jealous boyfriend ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, oral sex (m. receiving), deep throat, possession kink, fingering (f. receiving), doggy style, praise kink, unprotected sex (be safe loves!), cum inside, cream pie. ⇢ synopsis: after what was supposed to be a nice quiet dinner with his friends, taehyung decides he should put you in your place, the best way he can think of. ⇢ A/N: sorry it took so long, lmao! kinda got into the idea of one request a day sooo, i've just been doing that! thanks for being so patient and i hope you like it... i might’ve gotten a bit carried away...... :]

In the past few months you and Taehyung had been together, he never missed the chance to marvel about his admiration for your fashion sense. If he wasn't complimenting you over and over again about the way you dressed, he was asking your opinion on something that he wanted to wear.

You loved it. The drop 'o' expression he'd pull whenever you were rounding the corner. Hearing him tell you in a deep voice how good you looked. How he loved the way something you were wearing fit you. Just that alone was enough to have your toes curling.

Which was why you were taking special care of you appearance after he announced you'd be meeting his hyungs for the first time. About two years ago he had a staring role in a TV drama. He had kept in touch with some of his co-stars and tonight was the first time you were being invited to one of their meetups; you wanted to make a good impression, because that boy loved to brag. Never missing an opportunity to show you off. The memory of meeting his BANGTAN friends for the first time was still fresh in your mind.

He wouldn't shut up the entire night about how great you were. Stroking your ego each and every time he opened your mouth. You couldn't tell if his buddies were getting annoyed or not, you were too focused on him and how good his words were making you feel.

You hoped tonight wouldn't be much different. Dressed nicely in a checkered red and black two piece, a black turtle neck underneath the spaghetti strap top, you waited in the kitchen for your boyfriend's arrival.

He was knocking on the door only two minutes after he said he'd be there. He grinned widely at you at the swing of the front door, arms instantly finding your waist as he pulled you toward him. “Missed you, beauty.” He mumbled, head nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

Due to his extremely busy schedule, you really only got to see each other once or twice a week... unless he was on a break. He was constantly flying from here to there and then back again, you two hardly had time to take a moment.

This was your first time seeing him in a long while and you had to admit, you missed him a lot too. Which was exactly what you were replying before unwrapping your body from his, going to grab your purse and following him out to the car.

He drove, a leisure he didn't always have, you beside him with your hands joined ontop the middle console. You chatted the whole way to the restaurant, him telling you funny stories of him and his hyungs. You listened, putting your input where it fit and laughing along with him.

Before you knew it, he was parking and rounding the car to open the door for you. His fingers wrapped around yours, a wet kiss landing on your lips as you slid from your seat. You smiled against his mouth, arms going to wrap around his neck. “I like what you're wearing,” He mumbled against your lips, eyes boring into yours. The tips of his fingers toyed with the hem of your skirt.

You bit your lip. Noticing the subtle change within his eyes. Much darker and less playful. It seemed almost random, but you knew your boyfriend well enough to know it wasn't. You didn't fail to notice his lingering stare, constant pull at his lower lips, the curious drag of his fingers over your thighs. All this while he was concentrating on the road and telling you stories.

He was nothing if not a multitask-er. “Taehyung-ie, is that you?” The voice came from behind you two. You stepped back, eyes finding the owner of the words. Park Hyungsik took long strides toward you and you had to keep your mouth from dropping.

Of course, you've seen him on TV. In pictures with your beloved boyfriend, but never... not once have you seen him in person. He was just as handsome, if not more standing right in front of you. He grinned.

Tae was quick to introduced you two. You stepped forward, offering your hand for a handshake, which he gratefully took. “Wow, you weren't lying... she's gorgeous,” His words were directed to your boyfriend. “She's making my heart flutter... just standing there,” You couldn't fight the blush that dusted over your cheeks.

“Thank you,” You smiled, hand slipping from his grasp. “You're... uh, very handsome too.” You felt like an idiot. Of course he knew that, he had thousands of people whining about his good looks on the daily. Nevertheless, he accepted your compliment, turning his back to you two.

“Hyung is already inside,” He gestured toward the entrance and you began to follow him. Tae was close behind you, securing an arm around your waist as you two made your way inside. He held you close the entire walk to the table, grip dropping only when he was sitting down.

He took your hand instead. “Aren't you going to introduce us?” Seojoon glanced at his friend in slight confusion. Taehyung nodded his head slightly, lifting your intertwined hands. “Hyung, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, Seojoon-hyung.”

You were just barely able to wiggle your hand from your boyfriend's grasp, offering a handshake to the man sitting across from you before sinking back into your seat. Taehyung smiled slightly when your hand was finding his again.

The three men fell into easy conversation, catching each other up on the happenings of their life, excitement on their faces as they talked. You listened quietly, pitching in here and there. And before you knew it they were turning the conversation on to you.

Your interests discussed, your taste in music, what your plans were for the future. You answered all the questions that Tae didn't beat you to. It surprised you how much he knew about you, things that you didn't remember telling him.

“She doesn't answer her own questions?” Seojoon spoke jokingly and you let out a soft laugh when Taehyung was answering again, “She does.” You smiled, running your thumb over the back of his hand.

“He's just trying to show off,” You grinned. “Tae pays so much attention to me,” Your words were enough to wipe the embarrassed look off of his face. If only you knew that wasn't the case at all. He wasn't trying to prove his knowledge on your day-to-day life, not at all. His intentions was much more... primal.

He was able to mask it after that comment, allowing you to speak and not jumping to be the buffer between his friends and you. Taehyung watched how easily you were able to get along with the two men, laughing at their jokes and sharing common interests.

And he would've been happy about it too, if it wasn't for Hyungsik's constant obvious flirting. At least, it was obvious to everyone except for you. You were just falling into it, being shameless along with him.

He nearly lost it when you got up to switch seats with Seojoon so you were now sitting next to Hyungsik. A lame excuse of wanting to see the video he was showing you on his phone, yet you never returned to your original spot.

Tae tried to involve himself in your conversation and when that failed, he tried to talk to Seojoon. Tried to hide the fact that he was a jealous wreck and wanted nothing more than to rip you away from his hyung and show you who you belonged to.

He hated thinking that way. You were a person and not some prize to be fought over, but in the same breath you were his. You had always been his and now he had to sit there and watch his girl get close with someone else? That was enough to put anyone in a bad mood.

He concentrated on his meal, happy that the table was much quieter now that the food was out. “Oh! Y/N, this has to be the best burger I've ever... you've got to try this.” Hyungsik was breaking off a piece of his sandwich, offering it to you on a fork.

“She doesn't eat red meat,” Tae grumbled from across the table and you smiled at him, shaking your head. “Thanks baby, but I can...” He was scoffing before you could finish your sentence, waving you off with a flick of his wrist.

“Fucking eat it then,” He rolled his eyes.

“God, Taehyung. What's your problem?” You spat. It wasn't lost on you how pissy he's been the entire evening-- making everything uncomfortable for everyone.

“I'm the one with the problem? You're the one falling all over my friend as if I'm not sitting right here!” Your cheeks darkened in embarrassment, shocked that he'd lay that out so bluntly in front of everyone.

Didn't he say he wanted you to get along with his friends? You were! You were doing exactly what he asked you to do and now he was being an asshole? You wanted to scream. Hardly ever, did you two argue and now in front of everyone was when he wanted to do it?

“I'm not even doing anything? You've been scowling since we sat down, arms crossed like someone fucked you over. If you were going to be like this, then why did you even invite me?” He took one look at you, rolled his eyes and tossed his napkin onto his plate.

“I'm not hungry anymore,” He spat, digging through his wallet and tossing some cash onto the table. Enough to cover both his and your meals. He was storming out of the restaurant.

Now you were pissed. He was acting childish and deserved a good whack on the side of his head, because who even acted like that? Apologizing to his friends, you stood from your seat and exited behind him-- surprised to see he didn't drive off with how ridiculous he was being.

He didn't speak the entire ride back to his place. That stupid scowl on his face as his fists gripped the steering wheel. You had no idea what went wrong, you were just being friendly! And now he was accusing you of falling all over his friends? Did he expect you to give them the cold shoulder, ignore them and not interact?

Taehyung shoved the car into park, climbing out the front seat and slamming the door behind him. You watched as he trudged the whole way to the house, swinging the front door open.

Yanking you seat belt off, you were right behind him. You were entering just as he was stomping up the steps toward his room. You followed him, pushing the door open before he had the chance to close it in your face.

“We're not going to talk about this?” You asked. He needed to explain himself, you needed an explanation. There was no way you were going to allow him to act all pissed off while you were clueless.

“Sure, we can talk about it. We can talk how you spent the entire night eye fucking one of my closest friends... while I was sitting right there!” Eye fucking? Was he insane?

“Eye fucking?” You repeated, nose scrunched slightly in confusion. “Who was I 'eye fucking'?”

“Don't play stupid, Y/N.” God, wow. Hew was really upset. You never pinned your boyfriend to be the jealous type. He seemed all too level headed for that. You had never given him a reason not to trust you so him acting like this was a bit... odd?

“Did you forget whose girlfriend you were?” He was speaking when a few moments passed where you hadn't said anything. You couldn't help the way your eyes seemed to roll at his sentence. “I'm your girlfriend, Tae. Come on, I was just being nice.”

Taehyung was standing in front of you, a hand running over the sides of your neck before grasping your chin. He forced your gaze to his eyes, the darkness from earlier had returned. There was a wild glint in them. “Whose? Say it again,” He was smirking. He looked so domineering looking at you like that, it was kind of hot.

“Yours, Tae. All yours.” You kissed his groaning lips, arms wrapping around his body as you pressed your chest against his. His big hands were dropping below your waist, grasping the hem of your skirt.

Taehyung yanked the fabric upward as he was pushing his tongue into your mouth. The thong you were wearing doing very little to keep your ass from being exposed to the cool air of his bedroom. His hands dropped down, one covering either cheek. He squeezed and you moaned.

“Mine,” His words were murmured against your lips, slowly he was pulling back his lips finding your neck. Your fists clutched the fabric of his shirt as his lips painted your neck with wet kisses. Your body jerked when his mouth was grazing over the area just below your ear. Mouth working to form a love bite, marking his territory.

Tae was tilting his head back to admire his work. You jumped up, him quickly catching you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His grasp dropped down to your thighs, taking backward steps until he was sitting back on the bed.

You sat your body up, straddling his lap as your fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt. The moment you had the front open, he was shrugging it off. His fingers caught your chin, dragging your lips onto his.

He kissed you intently, with a purpose. A certain dominance behind each stroke of his tongue, each slide of his lips, had you shivering. His dark eyes bored into yours as he pulled back from your wanting lips, tongue wetting his lower lip before he was sucking it into his mouth.

“Get down,” His 'no funny business' tone had your toes curling. Taehyung lowering you onto the floor between his legs, the bulge in his pants becoming level with your eyes. You sighed, reaching a hand out to feel him. He was smirking, batting your hand away. “No hands,”

Without a word, you were clasping your hands behind your back. You watched as he brought his hands down, undoing the buckle of his belt before shoving his pants down his legs. His hard cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers and you wanted nothing more than to have a taste.

Your mouth was watering. He watched your face as he took his time with revealing his cock to you. He looked so big with his hand wrapped around his length. You watched, waiting as he stroked himself. His face twisting from the pleasure.

“You want a taste?” His tone was teasing, mocking you. You couldn't find it in you to come up with a snarky comment. You were too focused on his cock in front of you, the smooth slide of his hand, a bead of precum rolling down the side. You liked your lips, nodding.

Taehyung had been anticipating your approval, not even a moment passing before he was guiding the tip of his cock to your wanting lips. You opened up your mouth fully, hands staying secured behind your back as you began to suck.

On any normal occasion, you'd manage about half of his dick into your mouth, the bit you couldn't cover would be taken care of by your hands. Tonight was different. You were feeling greedy and you were sure he'd scold you if you moved your hands.

Bracing yourself, you lowered your head a bit more, taking his cock further into your mouth inch by inch until your nose was centimeters from his pubic bone. He groaned, hands tangling in your hair as he held your head still.

“Fuck, baby... you're doing so well,” His praise urged you to go on. Do more. You were sucking your cheeks into your mouth, creating a hallow as you bobbed your head over his length. His hips twitched and you ignored the sting in your throat, lowering yourself once again.

You continued on like that, taking note of how close he was getting. Taehyung strained to remain seated, curses leaving his lips in heavy breaths as he guided the movements of your hand with his hands.

“Look at you,” His hips began rocking, fucking into your mouth. You fought the urge to grasp his hips, allowing him to do whatever. “So beautiful,” Your eyes were watering and there was drool spilling from the sides of your mouth, but if Taehyung said you looked beautiful... than you must be a picture.

“My perfect girl. You're all mine, huh?” He wasn't even giving you the chance to answer, pushing his hips forward so his cock was sliding down your throat again. You felt your throat constrict around him and grunted, pulling back just as you began to cough.

Taehyung used the grip he had on your hair to lift you to your feet, his body rising along with yours. He was covering your mouth with his, kissing you messily and rough. Your head was spinning by the time he was pulling back. “On the bed,” It took you a moment to realize what he was saying. The firm slap on your ass put a pep in your step-- while pulling a yelp from your lips.

You lowered your body onto the mattress. Turning around at the gesture of his hand. You shifted onto your knees and elbows, face resting against the pillow as you awaiting his next move. Your heart pounding as you felt the dip of the mattress.

“You're so wet, baby. Look at your panties sticking to your pussy,” You heard the laugh in his voice, felt the tips of his fingers brush over your slit through your soaked panties. He rubbed his knuckle over your covered clit and you flinched. “Were you this wet all night? I wonder who made you this way... any thoughts?” He was teasing you, stroking at a devilishly slow pace.

“You, Tae. Only...” A whimper slipped through your lips. He had moved his fingers but only to lower your panties. You yelped, body jerking at the feeling of his fingers smacking against your clit. God. Since when was he like this? You could feel yourself getting wetter as the seconds ticked by.

“Don't lie to me,” And that voice. Fuck, you might just cum on spot if he kept talking to you that way. You were mindlessly wiggling your hips, trying to coax him into touching you more. Giving you more.

“Only you, Taehyung. Just you can make me like this,” You were able to gain enough composure to form a coherent sentence and you were more than proud of yourself. Taehyung seemed pleased as well, two fingers slipping into your entrance as a reward. You sighed in relief, thankful for the bit of stimulation.

You just wished he would go faster. There was no way you'd cum when he was fucking you so slow, fingers just barely brushing over the sweet spot deep inside of you. He knew that he was driving you insane too, that stupid smirk never leaving his face.

His hand was quick to still your hips that greedily tried to get more than what he was willing to give to you. “Don't be greedy. You're not cumming on my fingers,” He began spreading them, stretching you out nicely.

“I'm just getting you ready. Although, I don't think I even have to...” He was sliding his fingers out, your arousal displayed in a thin line connecting his fingers. “I've never seen you this wet,” You watched as he pushed his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.

“Tae, please.” You were gasping, pushing out toward him. Thank God, it seemed like he was tired of waiting as well. His big hand grasping his cock and moving to crouch down behind you. Inch by inch, he was sinking inside of you.

“See that?” He sounded a bit winded, finally being inside of you definitely effecting him. “I just slide right in... you were made for me, baby.” He was pulling his hips back until it was just his tip left. Quickly thrusting forward and making you gasp, “All mine.” His hands found your hips, gripping them as he settled for a pace.

Taehyung was not holding back. No not tonight. Each snap of his hips had you jolting forward, the firm grip he held on your hips the only thing keeping you from falling forward. Fuck, it felt so good. He was being so rough, so dominant and it was driving you wild. You knew, even before you had started, you knew you wouldn't last long... the build in your lower belly only proving you right.

“Close already, baby?” He could feel the way your pussy clenched around his cock. You nodded your head quickly, whines leaving your lips. Whines that you had tried to make sound like you asking for permission to cum.

It seemed like he understood, his hand snaking around your waist to your clit. He rubbed backwards circles against the tiny nub, the movement of his hips never letting up. “Go ahead, cum for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel. Only I can make you fall apart like this,” He was right. He was so right.

Everything felt better with him. Not once had you thought that it would be better with anyone else and you needed him to understand that. He was it for you. “Oh! God, Taehyung... I'm s-so... I'm so close, I'm so close.” Your hands grasped his, the pressure building between your legs and traveling to your stomach and up to your chest.

So close. “I-I... Keep going. Fuck, I love you, keep going.” All at once, there was a stutter in his thrusts, a strained 'oh fuck,' leaving his lips as his fingers sped up over your clit. You felt the snap. Your legs shaking and arms dropping your body as you came. He was right there with you, groaning as he filled you. It was warm, a feeling you felt you'd never get tired of.

It took him a moment to pull out, admiring the thick ropes of his seed sliding down your inner thigh. He fell onto his back, breathing heavy as he pulled your body onto his. You felt spent; as if you could fall asleep at any given second.

The two of you laid there in comfortable silence, his hand stroking your hair and your fingers drawing random patterns against his bare chest. “Did you mean to...” You felt the rumble of his voice against your fingers, your head peaking up to look up at him.

You grinned at his expression. Cheeks flushed and not from what you had just done. He was being shy and you knew why. “To say I love you? Yeah, I meant to.” He was grinning just as wide as you, eyes turning into slight slits as his mouth formed it's natural box shape. You kissed the beauty mark on his nose and he was quick to find your lips.

“I do too, you know.” His words were mumbling against your lips. A habit of his, speaking to you while kissing. You had gotten really good at making out what he was saying against your lips. “Love you,” You heard him loud and clear this time. You moved closer, kissing him fully.

The smile on your lips only grew as he kissed you. You couldn't be happier. Taehyung loved you. He was yours and you were his and you loved each other. What else could you ask for?

[straykidsftw]

Message to Santa | HHJ

genre: slight smut, fluff

summary: your child walks in on you during sex

age: Hyungsik = 4 / Jinyong = 2

warnings: making out, marking ?? nothing much it’s very tame

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“Mummy, I really want a bike!” Hyungsik whined.

“You have a scooter, baby,” you chuckled, “do you not?”

“Yeah,” Hyungsik pouted, “bu– but, Joey-hyung has one! And Haein-hyung!”

You hummed, “well how about for Christmas this year you ask Santa really nicely if you could have a one. Hmm?”

Hyungsik looked at you in distress, “I’ve already sent my letter to Santa!”

“Don’t worry, baby, what have me and Daddy told you? We have a special connection to Santa! We’ll give him the message.”

Hyungsik smiled, “you will?!”

You nodded, “but you know what you need to do if you want all your presents from Santa?”

“Eat my vegetables, sleep well and brush my teeth!”

“Sleep time,” you whispered, “sleep well and Santa will see and bring you everything you want!”

“I’m going to sleep, Mummy,” Hyungsik giggled, closing his eyes.

You smiled, kissing his head, “sleep well, beautiful.”

Standing up, you clicked off his lights and pulled his door almost shut before walking into your own room, where Hyunjin was already laying on the bed.

“Jinyong was so tired,” he chuckled, “he was out in an instant.”

You smiled at the tale, your youngest son was never good at pacing himself, always tiring himself out with his own hobbies and wants.

“Yeah, well, I’ve just promised Hyungsik a bike for Christmas,” you sighed, getting changed into one of your husband’s t-shirts, ready for bed, “so he then decided to sleep so Santa will see and bring him that bike.”

Hyunjin nodded, his eyes not leaving your figure, “better get on that, then.”

You hummed as you strolled over to your en-suite bathroom, taking off your make-up as you went.

“Maybe we should get Jinyong a tricycle. It won’t be the dragon he wants, but you know,” you shrugged, finishing up brushing your teeth.

Hyunjin sighed, getting out of bed and coming over to you as you placed your toothbrush back in the pot, caging you against the sink with his arms, his body pressing flush against yours.

“What?” you giggled.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Hyunjin hummed, “do I remind you enough?”

His voice was rough and deep, a tone that he only used in certain times.

“I don’t know,” you teased, tracing your finger against his t-shirt until it reached the bottom hem, “maybe you should remind me once more?”

Hyunjin smirked, pressing his lips to yours lovingly as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“God, I love you,” Hyunjin groaned, kissing down your jaw as he lifted you off the counter top, carrying you until you reached the bed, dropping you down.

Watching as Hyunjin pulled his t-shirt off, you giggled and trailed a hand down his chest until it reached his pyjama bottoms.

“Little eager are we?” Hyunjin chuckled, pulling at the neck of your t-shirt so he could leave marks over your chest.

“Hyunjin,” you moaned, grabbing onto his back as he played with your nipple over the material of your shirt, “oh my god! Hyunjin, get off!”

“Mummy, I’m worried!” Hyungsik exclaimed.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened as he heard his son’s voice, getting off you and running to his son’s side.

“Hey, what are you doing buddy? I thought you were asleep!” he exclaimed, picking up his small body and placing him on the bed, “Santa’s elves are watching, you know!”

“But Daddy, what if you don’t get the message to Santa about my bike?!” Hyungsik exclaimed.

“We will, baby, we promise,” you said, “Santa will know about your bike. I told you! When you become a mummy or a daddy you can tell Santa directly what you want and what your babies want, so we will get you that bike.”

“Promise?” Hyungsik pouted.

You and Hyunjin linked your pinky fingers with your son’s.

“Promise,” you said.

Hyunjin picked the boy back up, “come on then, back to bed.”

“I’ll go! I’ll go straight to sleep so that Santa can see how good I am!” Hyungsik exclaimed, wriggling out his dad’s grip and running back into his bedroom.

Hyunjin turned to you, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“Absolutely not,” you shook your head, “never again.”

Hyunjin groaned, “fine. I guess I’ll make sure he’s asleep then.”

You laughed, getting your phone off the nightstand, “hmm, you do that.”

[99liners]

terms of endearment — hyungsik;

park hyungsik:

loves to call you ~

when he’s eating you out : doll

when you’re giving him a blow job : baby girl

when he wants to express that he wants to be inside you : “if these people weren’t here, you would be on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”

what he moans when he cums : little minx

what he coos when you guys cuddle : cara; italian for dear

and he loves it when you call him :

lovebug

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[taehyung-the-baehyung]

COMPANY || six.

◦ pairing: reader x hyungsik

◦ rating: pg [angst]

◦ word count: 2.5k

◦ a/n: A little bit of Hyungsik POV so we know what’s going on in that head of his… ;)

table of contents | one | two | three | four | five | six | 

m a s t e r l i s t

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“Ah, Mr. Chairman,” I leaned back, crossing my leg. I settled into the hard wooden chair, the mahogany bars pressing into the curves of my back. Sit relaxed, and sound relaxed, I could almost hear Father’s voice encourage me. “How are you?”

“I’m doing well, but I’m afraid I must cut right to the point, Mr. Park.”

My thighs tensed against the seat. Even if you’ve lost your confidence, don’t ever let them know… the deep thunder of his tone was so clear in my mind; it was like he was beside me. I exhaled the tension from my body. What would my father do in a moment like this? All the files and folders of my plans for the company rushed through my head. Each colored tab and scribbled note was fresh in my mind, and how pleased the Board appeared when I last pitched my ideas to them– it was nothing to worry about. They were impressed, even she had said so. And she hated to admit I was right. “By all means, Mr. Chairman.”

“The Board has lost its confidence in you. You pitched great ideas in your recent meeting, but unfortunately, we are not certain if you are still capable of carrying this company forward.”

“Sir–”

“Hyungsik,” the Chairman sighed, and I could practically see him rubbing the bridge of his nose as he did. “Kid. You have been running this company at mediocre performance. You keep your head down and though you have not decreased our overall profits, you have not increased by a significant margin either.”

I felt nauseous. If my entire body had not just frozen up as it had, I would have hurled all over the place. My eyes flashed around the room, hoping something here might help. Fresh yellow flowers dotted the room at nearly every corner. Oncidiums, I think they were called. Funnily enough, I only knew that because she would scribble it down on a sticky note and put it on my desk that mine were dying. God, I wished she was here.

Just a week ago, the Board had been thrilled to hear my next steps for the company. Now, they had flip flopped entirely. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Somehow, she would have known what to do. “You too, huh?” I held my breath at the end of my sentence. The Chairman shouldn’t know I was only guessing.

“E-Excuse me?”

Of course, I wasn’t entirely going out on a limb. I had been suspicious for some time now. “Mr. Chairman, you are not suggesting that the Board has completely reversed their decision of trust in me, are you?” I had spent the last couple months secretly looking into the Board. It was all just a gut feeling. Something was wrong, and I couldn’t explain it. Unfortunately, I couldn’t prove it either. “Because that would make me believe something is going on. Something like a third party involvement, perhaps?”

I hadn’t been sure, and it was no use to put anyone else in panic. Hell, I had even hid it from her: the one person I could trust with this whole company. The thing was, she was always nervous around me –not that I made it any better with the way I treated her– and everything between us had been going so unusually well. I didn’t want to ruin that. I wanted to forget that I had ever made this stupid agreement with her in the first place. I wanted her to forget too.

A weak stutter came from the other end, ending only in a cleared throat. So, I pushed. “Mr. Chairman, I hope you are aware that any and all board members who receive bribe money from a third party to vote a certain way will be punished.”

“Mr. Park, I hope you are not accusing me of taking a bribe?”

“I was only referring to the directors of our Board, sir, but if there’s anything I should know, now would be the time.”

Everything I did was in caution; Park Investments was my father’s and though he had entrusted it to me, there was no way I would dare to take a big risk with the company. The Board hated me for it, and I knew that. And yet, here I was, accusing the Chairman of taking third party bribes on what was a nearly baseless suspicion. I felt like laughing at it all.

I spent the first couple of years carrying the company forward with caution. I hardly inched in progress or investment, or even profit. With each coming year, the Board grew uncomfortable. I was unproblematic, but drab in the shadow of Father’s innovative footsteps. Then I hired her, and it all seemed to get easier. I thought it was just me, that maybe it was simply because she put me at ease. She made it easier to share the burden of running a company, one that Father’s reputation was banked on. With her, I wasn’t alone. But it wasn’t just me. She put the Board at ease as well, and I wondered now, if she could be behind it all.

Thinking of her made me want her here all over again. She was always silently judging all my decisions, second guessing every single move I made. She acted like she knew better and I hated it. And despite all that, I wanted her next to me right now as I risked the entire company. No, no. She couldn’t possibly be behind this. I trusted her. I didn’t even know why, but I did. And that was probably the worst part of it all. Had I just been blinded by her?

With a deep breath, I continued with an air of confidence. “Chairman, I advise that you relay this to the Board. Our customer loyalty has risen dramatically. People trust us. Park Investments is the recommended investment company for everyone and their grandmother. They will continue to invest with us even as we look into new technologies and encourage our customers to do the same. If the Board questions my judgement due to my age, know that my father himself trained me for this position, and my business plan is reliable. If, however, the Board suddenly questions my judgement due to a large sum of money deposited into their off-shore checking accounts, I will take action. Let that be clear.”

The Chairman cleared his throat once more. Must be old age, or guilt. I was certain now that I was right. Someone was paying off the Board to vote a certain way on my decisions, and on me. “The Board has an external candidate who can advance the company, hold it to a higher standard. If they vote, I will be forced to make the decision to remove you as CEO of Park Investments.”

Always command authority, even if it’s slipping from you, Father had said. And that’s what I did. Despite the room seeming to whir around me, I spoke with ease. It was something I had perfected in all the years of running this company. No one takes you seriously when you’re this young unless you make them. “Well, Mr. Chairman, you should advise them prior to any voting that I am well-informed about the third party involved.” Bluff. “I suggest everybody make decisions based solely on their professional expertise.”

The Chairman searched for words, fragments of his sentence coming through before he stopped himself. “Yes, Mr. Park. I’ll keep you updated.” He decided finally before hanging up promptly. Good choice, I thought to myself.

My hand was close to shaking, my entire body trembling with a fear I hadn’t thought I would feel. I was losing this company, and someone was behind it. Father had spent nearly half of my life grooming me for the would-be position of CEO. It was mine as soon as he began the company. It was a dream, a shared one. We wanted to do it together. I was going to be the CEO and he was going to stand behind me proudly every step of the way. And I was losing it.

It’s been almost a year. The first two years of running Park Investments had been a breeze. Of course, in those years, I was never really running it alone. It was our dream come true, really. Any lack of courage or confidence in my decisions was compensated by the company of my father. Then, the cancer grew more adamant on taking him away from me.

It hadn’t been the worst thing, according to my father, at least, not until it spread to his hands. When he couldn’t hold a pencil anymore, when he couldn’t draw– that was when he felt that universe had come for the debt he owed it. I think he gave up.

And then, I was doing the whole thing alone. I was always determined on preserving his legacy. His employees and colleagues looked up to him like he was a king. Having me in charge of Park Investments without any guidance, –and being only in my mid-twenties– that worried everyone.

It was the Chairman that had told me to get an assistant. Two was better than one. Even if I didn’t get a seasoned professional; everyone thought I needed help. And god, when she walked into my office for her interview that day, I remember my mind going completely blank.

I’d be exaggerating if I said she was the most beautiful woman ever, but she had this safety to her. Even though she was clearly out of place in the city and her eyes scampered nervously whenever she crossed the street, she somehow knew exactly what she was doing. She was qualified, smart, and determined with plenty of her own ideas for the company. I was ready to hand over the entirety of Park Investments with confidence as soon as the interview was over. And that, was terrifying. It was terrifying because maybe everyone was right, that I did need help. So, I panicked.

As quickly as I had made the decision to hire her, I went straight into self-destruct mode. Having someone like her around to constantly challenge my direction for the company would only make work harder for me. I tried to sabotage the whole thing by making a pass at her– a bold one, at that.

“I’m going to need...company, from time to time.” I had paused to paint a smirk over my lips, the filthiest kind: shameless and full of greed for her body. It wasn’t hard when she had been wearing that thin blouse. Her eyes went wide and her entire body froze. I remember the way she blinked, trying so hard to wrap her head around the words coming out of her new boss’s mouth. “Of course, I can always hire someone else.”

I had hoped then that she would run out of the building and never come back, never make me feel like I couldn’t run this company myself. But she stayed. So, then I pretended. I pretended because I was Park Hyungsik, CEO of Park Investments and I did not need anyone. I hid every ounce of respect I had for her, any hint that I might like her in any magnitude– I packed it under a layer of apathy and hostility. And still, she stayed.

I fingered the edge of the open sketchbook that sat on the desk in front of me. The edges were stained with pale-colored water and the stem of an oncidium bookmarked this page. Funny. Father had kept the flowers around to remind him of his wife, whom he had walked away from. And now that same damn flower reminded me of her. Even if she may very well be the person ripping everything I valued away from me. I was thinking of her. These flowers weren’t even as beautiful as roses or daisies or lilies or whatever other girls liked.

A fading sketch filled the paper, Father’s last one. My nose stung each time I looked at it, but I had learned to accept the reality now. It was a traditional family-style portrait: Father, his wife, their son. Then, with an arm on Father’s shoulder, standing behind him, was me. The family photo that Father could never take, his only dream after he walked away that day. I beat myself over it, even though I had been young, I knew it was my fault that Father walked away from his family.

I raked my hand back through my hair, wishing I could just yank all the strands out. Being in Father’s old studio was supposed to calm me. I came here to visit him; he always said a piece of him had been left here with his sketches. Now, I had to figure out who was paying the Board to vote against me. I had to secure my position in a company that was created for me. I just had to prove to the Board that I was meant to be here, that I wanted to be here. I needed to know who was behind this. The Board has an external candidate. That’s what the Chairman had said. No Board of Directors in their right minds would dismiss the CEO, especially when that CEO was the founder’s son.

My phone vibrated against the wooden desk: (1) Inbox. Even when I took a personal leave, the work never seemed to stop. The thought of smashing my phone against the wall was growing more appealing by the minute, but I couldn’t even be annoyed. I was still the CEO, for now.

Sliding the notification, I opened the email. I swore I’d never wished for death to collect me as fast as I did when I saw the photos. My heart seemed to crack right through my ribs, all oxygen sucked out of the room. Forget whoever was paying off the Board. I was done for regardless. If anyone saw these, that would be the end, and I would lose her too. She would think I did this. I tapped on the photos, swiping through them as they filled my screen. Despite how small they looked on the phone, they held so much power.

But the angle- these photos were taken from inside my office. My breath quickened as my body pleaded for air. There had to be a way out of this. Who could be behind this? Did she really plant a camera there? That would only humiliate her as well. Her face, her breasts, the hickies, the sex– it was all there. Photo after photo. Would she want to get rid of me that badly? No, it couldn’t be her...could it?

The press would have a field day and the Board wouldn’t have any other choice. Even if they had liked to me to begin with, I was done for. It was all over. I lost Park Investments. I lost the company.

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